“Aren’t you a little young for such heavy reading?” He asked, dropping down on the ground next to me and picking up one of the other books I had sitting next to me.

I started to laugh, arching my eyebrows at him, “If you really thought I was too young you wouldn’t be over here using lame pick-up lines.”

“Umm,” He stuttered, blushing at getting busted.

I tossed my shoulder length red hair over my shoulder and smiled at him, “I’m not as young as people think.”

Cutting my hair had been one of the days Johnny and I broke up. Yes, Johnny dumped me over cutting my hair. We’d gotten back together after he realized it wasn’t that bad- a few days after he’d broken up with me. But a girl can only take so much, I mean, I was getting really tired of getting dumped every time he didn’t like something, only to have him crawling back and saying he was sorry would I please forgive him and forget it ever happened.

We’d been together for eleven years, and I’d always forgiven him, taken him back, and pretended there weren’t little gaps in our relationship when we hadn’t been together.

“I’m in a band,” he informed me and I nodded.

“And you play guitar,” I told him and his eyes went wide. Did he really not remember me?

“How do you know that?” He demanded and I smirked.

“I’m psychic.” I winked at him and he blushed again. “And that was another lame pick-up line, even though it is true. You have one more chance and I’m telling you to get lost.”

“You’re cute,” he told me and I nodded.

“I know.” I agreed amiably. “So are you. Your point is?”

“Wanna go out with me?” he asked.

“I dunno, can you give me one of these?” I asked, tapping the cover of the book he was holding. It was called ‘the explosive orgasm’.

He glanced down at it, and read the cover. His jaw dropped, “What?”

“If you can give me those, I’ll go out with you.” I told him, completely serious. Between Johnny’s wham, bam thank you ma’am style and constant breaking up with me lately I was getting really sick of having him for a boyfriend, even if we had been together since I was five. I was sixteen going on seventeen and I needed something different, better.

“Isn’t that kinda backwards?” He asked.

“Why? There’s no point in my bothering going through all the awkward first date preamble if you can’t give me what I want so I say let’s skip it. Let’s just get right down to the point. You wanna screw me cause I’m a redhead, and I wanna know if you can get me off.” I told him matter of factly.

“So, let me get this straight. You’re asking me to just fuck you?” He asked and I felt myself start to blush at his language as I nodded silently. “No strings?”

I smirked, “You afraid I’m gonna get all clingy?”

“Yes,” he admitted honestly.

I laughed, “I want sex, not a boyfriend. You’re the one who asked me out on a date, how do I know YOU won’t get clingy?” He shrugged and I leaned my head back against the tree behind me. “So we gonna do this?”

“What, now?!” He asked and I shrugged.

“Did you think we’d exchange numbers, you’d call me in three days, we’d set up a date and…?” I replied, “If I wanted that I would have just agreed to the date!”

“Wow, um…” he blinked and I laughed.

“Well, if you’re not interested…” I stood and turning so my butt faced him I ran my hands over it as if to brush away any dirt. Glancing over my shoulder I caught him staring, and smiled as I watched him swallow, lust burning in his eyes.

“Believe me, I’m interested.” He said finally and I nodded.

“Let’s get out of here then.”

Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I should feel bad that I was about to cheat on Johnny, but I didn’t. I HAD to know if that was all there was. It wasn’t like I was ever gonna see this guy again. He was older, and in a band. I was a formerly homeschooled, retail employee. We didn’t run in the same crowds, we never had. This could be our little secret. Besides, I had a feeling I was moving soon. I think my parents are trying to save their marriage- or something- they’ve been talking about moving back to Minnesota.

I think I’ll die if they do. Or run away from home, one or the other.

I might as well enjoy myself while I could, and if it turned out there was nothing different with this guy, well, no one ever had to know.

I wondered if my parents would let me say goodbye to Johnny when we left, or if they planned on secluding us away and not telling anyone we were leaving.

I walked next to the guitar playing wanna be rock star, smiling softly as we walked up to the beater car he drove.

“What?” He asked, opening the door for me.

“Starving artist,” I observed and he nodded.

“We haven’t made it big yet, but we will.”

“I believe you. And when you do, I’ll be able to say that I slept with you.” I winked at him and he grinned.

“Nice,” he told me as I got into the passenger’s seat of the car. Shutting the door, he walked around the front of the car to the driver’s side. I watched him avidly as he did so.

Damn, he’d turned out well.

He got into the driver’s side and turned to face me. I giggled at the slightly awed expression on his face. Did he really have that much trouble picking up girls? He was fucking gorgeous!

“So how we gonna do this?” I asked and he swallowed yet again.

“Well my house is empty right now so we could go there.” He offered and I nodded.

“Fine, but you have to bring me back here when we’re done.” I told him and he gave me a funny look.

“You live in the park?”

“Hardly,” I laughed, “But if I don’t like what you have to offer there’s no sense in you knowing where I live now is there? Can’t have you stalking me.”

“I see,” he observed as he started the car and drove down the road. I raised my eyebrows, this was really too easy. “Do I at least get a name?” He asked.

“For now you can call me Red.” I told him. Red after all was what it said on my name badge at work, should he ever haul his ass into my place of work on accident.

He chuckled as he pulled into a driveway and put the car in park. I leaned over and traced my finger down his cheek.

“Someday, you’re gonna be famous and girl’s are gonna be throwing themselves at you all the time.” I whispered and he rolled his eyes.

“I doubt that, they’ll all want Matt.” He argued.

Matt, I didn’t know who was, nor did I care.

“Nope, they’ll want you. No matter who this Matt is, they’ll still want you.” I nodded, sure of it. This time he smiled, and pressed his lips to mine.

“And when they do, you can tell all your friends that you’ve had me.” He informed me and I nodded.

“You bet your sexy ass I will be doing that.”

His lips fell on mine again at that statement and we sat in the car, making out for quite a while before he finally panted, “H…hou…se...”

I nodded and jumped out of the car, racing to the door. I leaned on it, waiting for him to catch up and unlock it so we could go inside.

“In a hurry or something?” He asked and I grabbed the front of his shirt.

Hauling him against me, I attacked his lips with mine, tongue darting into his mouth. Then just as abruptly I let go of him and stepped away from his once again roaming hands. “Nope, I could just as easily stand around all day looking fine.” I informed him.

His response was to let his eyes roam over my body, and I watched in fascination and glee as his eyes darkened with lust yet again. I found myself being propelled through the door, which slammed shut behind us as he slammed me up against the wall not three feet away from the door.

I giggled, “In a hurry?”

He just crushed his mouth against mine, devouring my lips. I wrapped my arms around him and the kiss deepened as his hands found my breasts through my shirt. I let out a little moan, letting go of him with one hand and letting the tips of my fingers catch the bottom of his shirt and trail over his abdomen. He shuddered and I felt his cock harden between us. Trying not to hyperventilate I grabbed the shirt and yanked it over his head, tossing it on the floor- he was just so much larger than Johnny. He returned the favor, yanking my tank top over my head, eyes lighting up with delight when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra.

He took a minute to stare at me, and then ground his hips against me causing me to let out another moan. Nibbling his lower lip I ran my tongue along his snake bites as his grinding got more urgent.

“Uhh… bed…” He mumbled arms around me and tried to navigate the stairs.

I reached down and grabbed his pants, undoing them. He got so distracted by his dick leaping free of his pants that he stumbled and we fell onto the stairs. I pushed down on his pants and he kicked them off as he yanked mine down. I grabbed his head and pulled his lips down to mine as he grabbed one of my legs and pushed it farther open.

Our lips met as he slammed into me and I let out a gasp. I wasn’t a virgin, but he was bigger than the only other guy I’d ever slept with and one minute I was empty and the next minute he’d split me apart driving himself deep into my center without any warning. It was a little shocking. Once I had a minute to adjust to the sudden invasion I realized that I liked the way it felt. Slamming my hips up against his I matched his rhythm with a quiet desperation born of a need no one but me knew I had. I needed this. I needed… him. I wondered briefly if he cared that I hadn’t asked his name. I already knew who he was, but he didn’t know that. Apparently it didn’t matter.

Maybe he was playing by my rules and not telling me till he knew he’d passed my tests. And if the sudden shock waves rolling through my body were any indication he was well on his way to satisfying me.

Stairs, stairs, I was having sex on a set of stairs. That in and of itself was something I’d never done before. Johnny was always adamant about it being IN the bed. He was weird that way.

My breathing came faster and I felt my vision start to blur around the edges. Suddenly I felt my body go tight and the muscles between my legs clamped down and I couldn’t help it, I cried out into his mouth as he slammed into me over and over as I shuddered and held onto him tightly.

I was over the moon. My body tingled, every nerve electrified. When my vision cleared I blinked and stared into the eyes of the man inside me. Sliding out of me, he smirked as if he knew he’d passed the test.

“How’d I do?” he asked and I slid down the stairs.

Picking up my clothes I glanced up at where he was staring at me in confusion. “Considering we made it about four feet into the house, I’d say you did just fine.” I winked at him. “Thanks for the fun; I guess I’ll see you around.”