“MATT, GET THE FUCK OUT!” Zacky yelled, throwing a pillow at his younger brother.

“Matt, leave your brother alone, he’s allowed to do whatever he wants in his room!” His mom said, and grabbed the doorknob, “Did you forget to shut your door Zack?”

“No,” Zacky shook his head and she nodded, yanking the door shut behind her and the younger Baker boy.

“Maybe you shouldn’t open his door when it’s closed!” I heard his mom scolding the younger guy and heard some sort of whine in reply.

Turning my attention back to Zacky I grabbed his face and kissed him, “Dear god, I hope that didn’t ruin this.” I muttered and he laughed, turning his attention back to getting us off.

Lucky for us, it hadn’t, and after we were both satisfied, he returned me back to my work and I waited for him to drive off before walking to my car and heading home.

A little over a month later my mom was out shopping so I walked to the corner of the block and snuck a cigarette, purchased with my fake ID. Johnny came around the corner and his jaw dropped.

“When did you start smoking baby?” He asked and I shrugged.

“A few months ago, why?” I asked and he pulled out a pack of Marlboros.

“If I’d have known you wanted to smoke…” He told me and I smacked his arm.

“So THAT’S why you taste like mouth wash all the time!” I teased and he shrugged. “If I’d have known you smoked I would have asked to try them!”

“I thought you’d be mad.” He sighed, “Your mom’s so anti smoking!”

“My mother and I are nothing alike, you know that!” I replied and he hung his head. “My parents have been talking about moving…”

“What? NO!” He shouted and I shrugged.

“I dunno if they’re serious, I just thought I’d tell you because…” I sighed, “You deserve to know what’s going on. Got any beer?”

“You drink now too?” He asked and I shrugged.

“No, but I want to. So, do you?”

“No, but I can get some.” He told me and we walked to his house, chain smoking down the block. Putting out the smokes when we got there, I realized I recognized the voice in the house.

It was Jimmy.

“…Is Johnny around?”

“Nah man, he went to look for his girlie friend.” Johnny’s brother replied.

“I’m home!” Johnny yelled and I followed him into the living room, wondering if Jimmy would recognize me from the party.

The only way to find out would be to face him, so face him I would, to see if my little lie was intact. Johnny’s arm draped over my shoulder and I waved at Jimmy.

“Wow, you two are still together?” Jimmy asked and Johnny nodded, grinning.

“Eleven years man!”

“Next thing you know you’re gonna be proposing and planning a wedding!” Jimmy joked and I stepped back.

Proposing? Planning a wedding? Oh my god, I really needed to do something about this before things went too far.

“I don’t want to get married,” I announced and Johnny laughed.

“You heard her; she doesn’t want to get married!” He told Jimmy, who raised his eyebrows.

“All girls wanna get married,” he said.

I shook my head, “Not this one. Why are you here Jimmy?”

“Ah well, I had a proposition for Johnny here…” He started and Johnny and I sat down on the couch. “You see man, we’ve been having problems with our bassist and we were wondering if maybe you could fill in for a couple weeks?”

“But he’s in school!” I argued and Johnny glared at me.

“This is MY dream Beka!” He yelled and I glared right back, Oh yay, were we gonna break up again? Please could we because if he broke up with me again I wasn’t gonna take him back. “I can drop out of school for a couple weeks to fill in! If you can’t support that maybe we shouldn’t be together!” He shouted at me and I tried not to smirk.

“Fine,” I hissed and stood. “Then maybe you’re right, we shouldn’t be together.”

“You just don’t want me to go!” Johnny yelled and I threw the pillow at him.

“Of course I want you to go!” I yelled back, “I just don’t want you calling me later, or coming home an apologizing because you did something that maybe you shouldn’t have! I’m giving you the chance to be able to do that without feeling sorry! I can’t do that, besides my parents are moving us soon, and maybe I won’t even be here when you get back, did you think about that? What if we don’t get to say goodbye?”

He was playing so perfectly into my hands; it almost hurt the thrill of moving him where I wanted him to go, kind of like a chess piece. It was all really just a game, and one that I intended to play well.

He hung his head, “So I guess this means we should just call it quits now, and say goodbye in case I don’t see you before we leave, huh?”

I nodded, “You never know, maybe they’ll make it permanent and you won’t be around when I have to move.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I didn’t mean for it to end this way.”

“It’s alright Johnny, it was gonna happen sooner or later. I’m moving, and they’re not giving me a choice in that.” I pressed my lips to his for what I really hoped was the last time and Jimmy raised his eyebrows.

“I guess I was wrong about the proposing part, so you’ll do it?”

“I’ll do it,” Johnny agreed.

I went over to see Zacky that night, and took out all my aggression on the park bench. Yes I realized that we could very well get busted but I didn’t care. I wanted him, and I wanted him outside.

He didn’t mind, he just slammed into me over and over again, seeming to understand that I needed to work some things out. Finally I collapsed, leaning my head on his shoulder and he cradled me gently. “Do you wanna tell me what that was about?”

“I may have to move,” I said and he stiffed a little, sliding out of me.

“Why?” He asked and I shrugged.

“Cause I can’t afford to live on my own and I don’t have anyone to move in with, my parents are moving and it’s just easier to go with them.” I sighed.

“You’re such a liar,” he laughed and I glanced up at him.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Why don’t you just tell me how old you are?” He asked and I pursed my lips. “Tell me or we’re done.”

“We’ll be done anyway when I have to move so why not just end it now?” I challenged and he pushed me off his lap roughly.

“Fine then, have it your way, I’m going on tour soon and wasn’t gonna be able to see you anymore for a while anyway, this just makes it easier. I’m sorry if for a minute I almost forgot you didn’t want me for anything but my dick!”

I bit my lip and stared up at him, debating whether or not to tell him the truth, finally as he started to walk away I whispered, “I’m seventeen, Zacky.”

He stopped, turned and stared at me, eyes wide, “How long have you BEEN seventeen.”

“A week,” I grimaced, shrugging.

“Oh my god!” He gasped, shaking me by the shoulders, “Do you KNOW how much trouble I could have gotten in if someone had found out?! Do you have any idea the consequences?”

I bit my lip, “No one was gonna find out.”

“Tell me this, what the hell is your name?” He asked, eyes full of betrayal and anger.

“Rebekah, why does it matter? This was about sex!” I yelled and slapped him across the cheek, “SEX!”

“I see,” he nodded, pulling me against him roughly. “So you won’t mind if I do the fucking now?” He pushed me over on the hood of the car then yanked me towards him. I felt the skin on my arms rub away as he pulled and tried not to let the pain bother me.

I wondered what exactly he was gonna do to me, finding out when he pulled his already hard again cock out of his pants and pushing my legs apart, slammed into me. He didn’t bother kissing me, or touching me, he just fucked me, hard and fast. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as he pounded harder and harder into me. I didn’t want to like it, didn’t want it to feel good, but it did. I felt my heart pound, felt the warmth spread through my core, felt the shudders start and just as soon as I was about to go he pulled out and smirked at me.

My eyes flew open and he laughed, “How was that?”

I cried out in frustration, “ASSHOLE!”

“BITCH!” He yelled back and yanked me up off the hood, flipping me over roughly I caught myself before I face planted into the hood.

“What are you doing?” I asked and he just laughed.

“I’m fucking you, and you’re gonna like it because it’s just sex.” He informed me and I felt him press against me.

My eyes went wide when I realized that he wasn’t pressing against the soft folds of my pussy, but against the tight hole behind it. Suddenly, I didn’t know if I liked this anymore. “ZACKY STOP!” I yelled and he laughed.

“What, are you scared?” He asked and I tried to move, but the car was in front of me, he was behind me and his hands held firmly onto my hips.

I had nowhere to go, I realized and whimpered as he spit into his hand and then rubbed it on his dick. Dear god, dear god, dear god. He gripped my hips tightly and hauled back as he pushed forward and tears pricked my eyes at the sharp pain that flooded me. I whimpered harder, tears dripping from my cheeks as he continued, seemingly oblivious to the pain he was inflicting, either that or he just didn’t care. After what seemed like an eternity he was buried deep inside- the wrong hole! I was shuddering at the unfamiliar feel of having something invading that particular part of my body. It felt, like I was…

Oh.

He started to move, slowly now, and the motion sent not pain, but pleasure lancing through my body now. Yeah, it still hurt a little but the sensation of his cock rubbing against the nerve endings inside my backdoor were far outweighing the residual pain I still felt from his initial assault.

I groaned and he thrust again. “Oh god, Zacky,” I whimpered, this time a good whimper. I was starting to think I actually liked the way he felt inside me there. The warmth pooled between my thighs in the front and I felt the edges of my climax return as he slid in and out of the back.

“You feel so good,” He murmured and I squeezed as he moved harder. That still hurt a little. He released one of my hips and reached his hand around the front, fingers caressing my clit as he thrust into my ass in firm strokes.

“Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I let out the breath as my body clenched down hard, pain and pleasure mixing in one as the orgasm made my path tighter and hard for him to move inside of me.

“Oh god baby, I’m gonna come,” Zacky gasped and I felt the warmth spill into my ass as his climax claimed him while I shuddered beneath his pumping body.

Finally he let go of me and I collapsed on the hood of the car, wondering what the hell that was supposed to have meant. What did he want from me? What point was he trying to make? But I couldn’t move, couldn’t find the strength to get up and ask him. So I just lay there.

Then he moved my skirt down and lay on the hood beside me, “That was a really asshole thing to do, I’m sorry. I was just so… angry.”

“You practically raped me,” I pointed out and he nodded slowly.

“I’m not trying to justify it at all. Look, if you don’t want to see me again, tell me now and I’ll never look for you again.” He told me and I stared into his pleading green eyes.

“Next time will you just ask me if we can have anal?” I giggled and he sighed.

“Yes, totally, I lost it and I’m sorry,” He agreed.

“Alright, that was kinda hot, I just don’t know how I’m gonna get home now, but you can’t take me, my mom will never let me out of the house again.” I sighed, whimpering as I tried to stand.

He jumped up and helped me up, holding me steady. “Let me take you to the corner of your block?”

I nodded slowly and he helped me into the car, grimacing when I winced as my butt hit the seat. I leaned back and closed my eyes for a moment, opening them again when he asked for directions.

Then I got him to just down a street from my house and told him that this was good. “Thanks Zack, I can make it from here.”

“You, text me if you get in trouble, please?” He asked, eyes worried.

“Okay, I’ll let you know if my mother thinks I’ve been raped.” I joked and his eyes went wide.

“Fuck,” He muttered and I leaned over, kissing him gently.

“It will be fine; I’ll just feign a migraine, take a shower and go to bed.” I giggled, “She won’t have a clue!”

“I hope not,” he sighed, “I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing, I could have kicked you in the balls.” I pointed out and he grimaced, hand cupping his privates protectively.

“And I thank you for not doing that,” He smiled and I waved as I got out of the car.

I snuck into the house and showered, then told my mom I had a head ache and was gonna go lie down. So lie down I did, falling asleep on my side because lying on my back hurt too much. I hurt everywhere, actually. I had scrapes on my arms, knees and my ass felt like someone had shoved a giant… oh wait, someone had shoved a giant object in it.

When I woke I still felt kinda miserable, and snuck into the bathroom to survey the damage. Arms, would heal; Knees, would also heal; back, a little scratched but fine; last but not least I pulled down my panties and spread my legs open, holding a mirror between them to get a good look at what a violated ass looked like. It looked, swollen for one; I placed my finger at the edge and winced at the pain that shot through me.

Gritting my teeth I rubbed my finger along the edges and once satisfied that the pain was bearable I continued exploring the damage by pressing my finger up into the swollen hole. An odd blend of pleasure and agony made my knees tremble and I lowered myself to my knees, setting the mirror down on the floor between my legs. Continuing to watch what I was doing in the mirror I pushed my finger farther into the hole and realized that after a little bit the pain eased and the pleasure took over, much like it had when he’d used his giant dick on it.

I started sliding my finger in and out and was delightfully surprised when warmth seeped between my thighs. I could pleasure myself this way while he was gone, I could. Sliding my other hand between my legs I rubbed my clit, mimicking the motions he used and before long was rewarded with the shudders as my body tipped and fell over the edge, I embraced my self-given orgasm, knowing that when my parents moved me away I would still be able to experience the pleasure Zacky gave me, if in a slightly diminished way.

When I was done, I put my clothes back on and curled up on the bathroom floor and cried. Why were they taking me away?

They got back from the two weeks of tour and Johnny told me he was staying on, he’d just come home to grab some more stuff.

“I guess you were right.” He told me and I nodded.

“I’m always right,” the little phone in my pocket went off and I sighed. “I’ve gotta go, Johnny. I’ll see you later.”

“Goodbye.” He said, and we both knew it was final.

Pulling the phone out of my pocket as I walked across the street and got into my car I checked the message from Zacky.

I’m home, but not for long. Can I see U?