Baby you pretend that things ain`t what they seem/All this tension on titlin just exactly what we should be/now I don’t mind us bein some kinda casual thing/Listen all I want to do for now is have you come and take all of me/Can you/Put your hands on my waistline/Want your skin up against mine/Move my hips to the bass line/Let me get mine you get yours/Hang a please don’t disturb sign/Put my back into a slow grind/Running chills up and down my spine/Let me get mine you get yours/If you see me with a man understand that you can`t question me/The feelings that you caught, aint my fault can`t help your jealousy/If you can handle the fact that what we have has get to be commitment free/Then we can keep this undercover lovin` comin` hidden underneath the sheets/Can you/Put your hands on my waistline/Want your skin up against mine/Move my hips to the bass line/Let me get mine you get yours/But don`t fall in love/Hang a please don’t disturb sign/Put my back into a slow grind/sending chills up and down my spine/Let me get mine you get yours/So come on and freak my body we can get nasty, naughty/All night a private party/Gotta hit that spot just right/Work me like a 9 to 5/It ain`t about the kissin`and huggin`cause this is a physical lovin`/Straight sweatin`, our bodies are rubbin`/Gotta hit that spot just right work me like a 9 to 5/We have a physical thing/We make love, but don`t fall in love/let me get mine you get yours/We spend time/Just enough so you get yours and I get mine/No strings attached/I want your body/Not your heart/Put your hands on my waistline/Want your skin up against mine/Move my hips to the bass line/Let me get mine you get yours/Hang a please don’t disturb sign/Put my back into a slow grind/sending chills up and down my spine/Let me get mine you get yours/Put your hands on my waistline/Want your skin up against mine/Move my hips to the bass line/Let me get mine you get yours/just don't fall in love/Hang a please don’t disturb sign/Put my back into a slow grind/sending chills up and down my spine/Let me get mine you get yours/Come here/Don`t be shy/I won`t bite/Let me get mine, you get yours… Get Mine, Get Yours- Christina Aguilera

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He made it a question like he was unsure how I’d react to his missing me. I’d missed him too but I wasn’t gonna let on that I had, I mean, this was strictly about sex. I tapped his nose with a smirk.

“Let’s get one thing straight, alright? WE are not a couple, this is a booty call, it’s all about you getting yours and me getting mine.”

“Fine,” he agreed, “but we need a better system then just hit or miss meeting in the park.”

I pulled two pre-paid cell phones out of my purse and handed one to him. “All it’ll do is text. This number,” I wiggled the phone still in my hand, “Is programmed into the phone book. If all we do is text each other to let the other know we’re free or to ask if the other’s free then they should in theory run out at the same time, and I’ll fill them back up. If it doesn’t because you’ve been using it to text your friends, well, you won’t be able to get your booty call unless you load it back up yourself.”

His jaw dropped, “You really thought about this huh?”

I nodded slowly, “I did, and I knew just meeting at the park wouldn’t work. So I went with these.”

“It’s better than just randomly meeting in the park, at least then we can explain why we can’t be there.” He agreed and tucked the phone I gave him into his pocket. After doing that he wrapped his arms around me whispering, “Where was I?”

I giggled and pressed my lips to his, sliding my hands down his chest, “I believe you were about to worship me some more.”

“Ah yes, because you’re a goddess,” He agreed and tugged me flush against his already hard erection.

“Mhm,” I whispered, unzipping his pants, “Let me help you with that.” I’d worn a skirt today, and as he sprang free of his pants I slid my panties aside and sank myself onto his length.

Groaning he began to thrust, hard and fast as one hand slid up my shirt to caress my breast, the other one cupping my ass. I tangled my fingers in his hair and let myself get lost in the ride. My breathing got shallower and I felt the sweat start to trickle down my brow as my body drew closer and closer to climax.

“Oh… Oh… Ohhhhhhh,” I moaned as my body shuddered and I slid my hands down, digging my long nails into his shoulders as my climax took over. He thrust into me and pulled me tight against his body, holding me as I trembled in his arms. And when he groaned, body going still, I knew he’d let himself go as well. Leaning my head over on his shoulder I sighed. Checking my watch discreetly I knew I didn’t have much longer before I had to get back to my house or I was gonna so be in trouble.

Damn, pretending I was older than I was wasn’t easy. I couldn’t really explain to the twenty year old guy I was officially fucking that I was sixteen and a half. He’d probably never talk to me again. But oh well, I still had to go.

I slid off of him and adjusted my panties and skirt, “This has been fun, but I really have to get going. I didn’t have long, I just wanted to give you the phone so you could get in touch with me.”

“Oh, alright,” He nodded as I unlocked the door and got out. “So, I’ll see you later.”

I nodded, “Sure.”

Walking back to my house I let myself in and hoped to hell my mother hadn’t noticed I was gone. The next few months sped by between working more hours than I had before and PRETENDING I was working more hours so that I had an excuse to go see Zacky and not get in trouble with either my mother or Johnny.

I would get off work, meet up with Zacky, screw around, and then go home, shower and pretend I wasn’t off with a guy.

He also gave me my first cigarette. Fortunately I’d managed to get my own fake ID, so I could go out and buy them, just not where I worked.

Halloween came and I decided that it would be fun to go to a party with Zacky. I dressed up as Marilyn Monroe with a twist; the right side of my face was done up like a decaying skeleton. I had a blonde wig, wore a white halter top dress, the right side of my face was done up with old Hollywood glamour style makeup, the bright red lips, black eyeliner and mascara. The only thing that made it way beyond cool was the fact that the right side was all grey tones. I also wore a beaded half mask over my left eye. There was no way anyone who knew me would even recognize me if they were there.

Zacky would later use this as a t-shirt design for his future clothing line, but right now it was simply me being me. Meeting up with him at the park I climbed into the car and his jaw dropped.

“Red, is that you under there?” He asked, an awed tone to his voice.

I nodded, “But tonight you can call me Marilyn baby.” I whispered voice breathy. I’d practiced her voice for hours, trying to ensure I was properly disguised in case anyone mentioned Zacky’s date to someone who knew Johnny.

Zacky’s face was also done like a decaying skeleton, and he was wearing a suit with his hair slicked back, so we looked like the perfect old Hollywood dead couple. I was thrilled beyond belief with how perfect we looked together. If only this could be real, but I knew the minute I told him who I was it would be over. Zacky Vengeance, twenty-something soon to be rock star, would not date a sixteen year old who was dating a kid who used to throw firecrackers at him.

Why was I even still dating Johnny? I barely even spoke to him anymore. But something in me couldn’t bear to end it with him when my parents were getting closer and closer to moving us out of the state. THAT would be my reason when it came time. He didn’t need to know that I wasn’t happy with him anymore.

Pulling up to where we were gonna party, Zacky pressed his lips to the non-dead side of my makeup, so as not to ruin my hard work. Entwining his fingers with mine, he started to walk to the door. Once inside he tugged me to the table of refreshments and got us a couple beers. I knew he wasn’t old enough to legally drink yet, and I was even further from it, but considering this whole thing was an illegal party anyway and we all had fake IDs I figured it wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t like I was gonna get to drink anywhere else. My parents were never gonna let me drink, so I might as well at least try it. Besides, I could always just drink this one the entire night.

“ZACKY!” Matt, the lead singer shouted and walked up, “Who’s your hot date?”

“Marilyn!” Zacky laughed and Matt raised his eyebrows.

“You’re kidding, right?” He asked and Zacky shook his head.

“Her name’s Marilyn!”

“Well, nice to meet you Marilyn!” Matt took a swig of his beer and wrapped his arm around a pretty girl who came to stand beside him, “This is my girlfriend Valary!”

I held out my hand and shook hers, “Nice to meet you.”

“You too! You and Zacky look so good together!” She gushed and I glanced over at Zacky who shrugged.

“We’re just having a good time,” I said and Zacky nodded, understanding that I was telling him I wasn’t suddenly his girlfriend or anything.

It went right over Valary’s head and I wondered if she’d been born a blonde. Her hair was black right now, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t dyed. She could have been born a blonde.

Suddenly Jimmy joined the group and for the first time, I was nervous. Could I fool the guy who’d seen me the most? “HELL FUCKING O PEOPLE!” He shouted, sloshing his drink all over everywhere.

“Jimmy!” Valary smacked his arm, “Watch it!”

He pouted and pointed at me, “Who’s Zacky’s hot date?”

“Marilyn, apparently,” Matt told him and Jimmy winked at me.

“If you ever get tired of that loser, come see me and I’ll show you what a real man’s like!”

“You’re gross,” Valary told him, pushing him backwards.

He fell over and another guy almost tripped over him, “DUDE! Valary, what did you do that for? He almost wasted my weed!” He held up a bag of weed and Zacky’s eyes lit up.

“Syn, we gonna get high?” He asked the other man and I raised my hand.

“Can we?!” I asked and Zacky shrugged.

“Who’s zombie girl?” The one called Syn asked and Zacky wrapped an arm around me.

“She’s my date, we’re calling her Marilyn tonight!”

“Alright then Marilyn, let’s go get stoned!”

We all went off into a quiet room of the house and setting our beers down Brian filled and lit the pipe, holding it out to me he introduced himself, “I’m Brian, but everyone just calls me Syn.”

“Delightful to meet you,” I replied taking the pipe. “What do I do with it?”

He smirked and Zacky laughed, “You put it to your lips and inhale.” Zacky told me and I did as he said. Coughing momentarily I blinked and handed it to Zacky. Wondering how long it took to take effect I watched as they all took turns, and then I tried it again when it came back around. Picking up the beer afterwards I took a swallow of that as well and watched as the guys all lit up cigarettes.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a singer?” I asked Matt and when he nodded I shook my head. “You’re gonna fucking kill your voice.”

“No I ain’t!” He argued, and I rolled my eyes.

“Smoking is bad for your vocal chords.” I told him and he glanced down at the cigarette in his hand and shrugged. “Suit yourself, but someday you’re gonna wanna sing Warmness on the Soul again and when you can’t, you’ll know why.”

“You’ve heard our record?” Matt asked and I nodded.

“Course I have, Zacky gave it to me.” I replied, “It’s pretty good.”

“It’d be better if it had me on it!” Brian announced and I laughed.

Everything was starting to seem really funny. Jimmy picking his nose was funny, the fact that I was trying to steal Zacky’s cigarettes was funny, Valary trying to get Matt’s attention was funny, the couple who fell into the room half dressed and then ran back out apologizing was funny.

Everything was funny.

“AND THAT’S THE WEED!” Brian laughed as I giggled.

“Gimme more!” I yelled and he then taught me how to fill the pipe and light it. I smoked some more and then Zacky took it away from me.

“You’ve had enough,” he told me and I shook my head.

“HEEEELLL NO!” I argued, “I want more!”

He held out his cigarettes, “Have one of these instead.”

I pouted but took the cigarette, lighting it and inhaling the smoky taste of the Marlboro Red, I traced circles on Zacky’s thigh until finally he scooped me up announcing, “We’d love to stay but Marilyn and I have some business to attend to!”

“SOMEONE’S GONNA GET LAID!” Jimmy hooted and Zacky flipped him off.

“I’m gonna go find someone and get laid too, I think,” Brian said, getting up and leaving.

Outside, Zacky tossed me in the car and drove us back to his house. Carrying me upstairs he tossed me on the bed.

“WAIT!” I giggled, pulling my camera out of my purse, “I want to remember our costumes! This is the first year I’ve gotten to dress up for Halloween, my mom always said it was the devil’s holiday!”

Zacky grinned and leaned in as I snapped the picture. It would be the only picture of the two of us together, and I would treasure it eternally when I was looking back on my life.

Once done, it didn’t take long before we were out of our costumes and ravishing each other, half drunk and stoned out of our minds.

“MOM, ZACKY’S HAVING SEX!” Someone yelled and I glared at the boy in the doorway.