I knew that I very much wanted to see him, so I texted him back.

I’m free right now.

Before heading over to meet him, I made sure the bag with what I needed was in the backseat of the car. Then I drove to his house.

“I’ve never seen your car before,” he told me, pulling me into his arms.

“You also didn’t know my name before, so…” I held up the bag. “Are we alone?”

“You bet your sexy little,” He coughed, “Underage,” he coughed again, “Ass we are. I’m so going to jail.”

“I’m graduated, and you’re not getting caught.” I laughed and ran my finger lightly over the edge of the glasses he was wearing. “You’re very sexy today, Zacky Vengeance.”

“Thank you,” he said and led me into the house.

Once inside I went into the bathroom and changed into the pleated skirt and button up shirt, tying it below my breasts to show off my cleavage. Then I walked back out and watched Zacky swallow as the front of his pants went instantly tight.

“That’s so wrong,” he shook his head and I glanced down at his pants.

“Your erection says otherwise, Professor Zacky, and today I think I would like to enroll in Vengeance University, so you can teach me all you know about… Sex.” I whispered, my voice low and throaty.

He swallowed and then smirked, “Professor Zacky?”

I nodded, “Yes, Professor Zacky.”

His grin widened and he grabbed my hand, tugging me over to the table. “Well then, in that case, your first lesson at Vengeance University will be…” He proceeded to flip the skirt up and almost tripped when he realized I wore no panties beneath. “Oh my god, I’m really not sure there’s all that much you can learn here.”

I giggled and bent over, wiggling my ass at him. “Fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me repeatedly.”

“You bet that sexy ass I’m gonna fuck it repeatedly.” He growled and pushed me over so I sprawled out on the table face down.

“Zacky…” I said and held the tiny bottle of lube up, “It’ll feel better.”

“Oh baby,” he grabbed the bottle and lubed himself up and then gently pressed himself into my ass.

This time there was almost no pain, and what little pain there was, was outweighed by the pleasure of him sinking himself deep inside me. I groaned and he pulled back, thrusting in again. It felt so good I just wished I could touch him too, but there was time enough for that later.

My orgasm ripped through me and I screamed in ecstasy, there was nothing like it on the face of the world. I fucking adored Zacky so much. I never wanted to be without him, I realized. And my heart broke a little.

I was in love with him.

I swallowed as the realization hit me at the same time as he came inside my ass. Closing my eyes I willed the feelings to go away but they wouldn’t. And I didn’t know what to do about it. Finally he pulled out and I turned around, smiling brightly.

“What lesson shall I learn next?” I asked and he grinned, pulling me up the stairs.

“We’ve never sixty-nined,” He pointed out and my jaw dropped as I paused.

“I don’t even know what that is, honestly.” I admitted and he grinned.

“It’s were we give each other oral at the same time.” He explained and picked me up; carrying me into his room he laid me on the bed and pulled his pants off as he laid down, face between my legs.

Okay, so this was gonna be a little bit weird, but hey, I might as well give it a try right?

I leaned in and sucked his cock into my mouth as he put his lips to my folds and I tried very hard not to get distracted by the pleasure coursing through my body as he licked and sucked me off. It was very hard, but somehow I managed, and when we came again I turned around and curled up next to him.

“That was a very hard lesson, Professor Zacky,” I told him, and he smirked. I smacked him, “I meant, that it was difficult, although it was hard as well, until the end.”

“You did well,” he told me, bringing my lips down to his own. “And I think you deserve a reward.” He pulled me down on top of him and ground his hips against the naked flesh between my legs, cock growing hard almost instantly.

“Well well, you sure can get it up fast, Professor!” I laughed, “Maybe you should be a gynecologist?”

He laughed and thrust into me with a groan, “So now instead of teaching you, I’m making sure all your parts work?”

“Oh yea,” I giggled and rode him as hard as I could. This might very well be the last day we spent together, I was sure as hell gonna make the most of it.

When we were finally done, I started doodling on a piece of paper and he reached around me. “You really can’t draw you know.”

“I know,” I pouted, “Can you?”

“Sorta, whatcha trying to draw?” He asked and I giggled.

“A switchblade shaped like a V cause that would just be awesome.”

“I think I love you,” He replied with a grin, “That’s brilliant.”

“Yes, and when you’re really super famous you can do a clothing line like all the famous people do, and call it Vengeance University and all the groupies can wear your clothes and study under you and maybe you’ll remember me…” His lips covered my own, silencing my tirade as the pencil broke in my hand.

“Are you worried I’m gonna forget about you?” He asked, “When I’m a rock star and girls are throwing themselves at me?”

I bit my lip and looked away, afraid to admit the truth.

“You are,” He observed, voice awed, “You’re afraid that when I’m off on tour and people love me that I won’t remember you.” He ran his fingers over my cheek, “Oh babe, I will never forget you.”

“My parents are taking me away, I think they’re suspicious.” I whispered and he pulled me against him.

“No matter where I am, I will never forget you.” He whispered and I let a single tear drip down my cheek as my head rested against his cheek.

“I love you.” I whispered, “But I can’t be with you.”

“For today, you are.” He replied, “So… Let’s draw this together, and when I’m famous, you’ll know the entire line is dedicated to you. I will never forget you.”

So we designed the switchblade and then I held it up, “I wanna get it tattooed on me, so that someday, when you make your line, I can say that I had it first!”

“You’re seventeen!” He argued and I held up my fake ID.

“Not according to this I ain’t baby!” I replied and his jaw dropped as he pulled me into his lap.

“Did you just call me baby?” He asked and I nodded, biting my lip.

“I did, is that okay?”

He smiled, “You’re my girlfriend, if only for today, so yea I’m totally okay with it.”

“I wish I could be your girlfriend all the time, but I’ll be… who the fucking hell knows where and you’ll be needing to get laid and groupies will be there… and… Zacky…” I whimpered at the end and he cuddled me close.

“Ssh, baby, it’ll be alright, you’ll see.” He whispered, “So, how about we go get inked together?”

I clapped my hands and grabbed my panties, pulling them on before we left the house. Zacky just smirked and carried our little design. Pulling up to the tattoo parlor we went inside and showed the artist what I wanted done.

In the end, I had not only the switchblade, but ‘Vengeance University’ and Zacky’s autograph tattooed on the lower left side of my stomach and hipbone. It hurt like the dickens but looked awesome when we were done. He got the word ‘red’ tattooed on his hipbone, below pants level.

“Now no one can ask you what the hell that is, unless you’re fucking them.” I laughed and he stilled.

“True, can we not talk about who I may or may not fuck?” He asked and I shrugged.

“It’s gonna happen Zee, you’re gonna get fucking famous and girls are gonna wanna bang you!” I crowed in a sing-song voice and he shook his head, laughing as we got back into the car.

“I only wanna bang you.” He informed me and I shrugged.

“How you gonna do that when my parents move me to nowhere and have me on house arrest?” I asked and he narrowed his eyes.

“Only till you’re eighteen, and then you can get the hell out of there,” he insisted.

I sighed, “I hope it works that way, but be realistic Zack, it might not happen that way, you know that and I know that.”

“Now you sound like you don’t WANT it to work out!” He yelled, banging his fist on the steering wheel.

“I do,” tears threatened to fall down my cheeks again and I wiped them away, angry at myself for having gotten so attached to him.

Fuck, I hadn’t cried when Johnny and I had broken up and we’d been together for eleven years. I pursed my lips and leaned my head on his shoulder.

“I love you, Zacky,” I whispered. “I’m sorry I’m such a pessimist.”

“Okay,” he agreed, “You’re forgiven. God, I don’t wanna go back on tour! Can I just kidnap you and take you with me?”

Oh, that would go over well, considering I’d just broken up with their new bassist.

“Do you wanna get arrested for kidnapping? And don’t think my parents wouldn’t do it!” I replied, “But god I wish you could!”

“They can’t arrest me if they can’t find me!” Zacky shouted and pulled up his driveway.

It was too late; I realized as we drove up the driveway, that was my parent’s car. “Zacky, they’re here.”

“Who are?” He asked and I pointed at the car.

“My parents, they found me.”

And from the looks of the four parents now storming out the door of the house, my parents had told his parents I was a minor. And there were a lot of unhappy parents right now.

“Shit,” Zacky muttered, “I’m sorry babe.”

“Me too, I should have been more careful.” I sighed, unbuckling the seat belt and getting out of the car.

“You, get in the car and give your father the keys.” My mother shouted and I hung my head as she turned her irate features on Zacky, “And you, stay away from my daughter!”

“Yes ma’am,” Zacky replied, eyes straying to me.

“Don’t even look at her.” My father warned and I sighed handing him the keys and getting into the passenger seat of the car.

My life was so over.

I cried myself to sleep that night, grounded until I turned eighteen apparently. We moved three days later.

The next year went by agonizingly slowly, and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I managed to get stuck paying for a new car, because my Mother broke mine. And then I got mono…

By the time everything was all paid for I was twenty-two and pretty sure that my life sucked. So I joined a band in the Minneapolis area and got discovered a year or so after, our rhythm guitarist was left handed and played like Zacky, who was his idol. I kinda showed him my tattoo and told him I used to date Zacky, which shocked the hell out of him. We maybe could have been together except for I figured out that he was gay and wished he was me- in the sense that I’d slept with Zacky and he wanted to.

When I was twenty-three we hit the studio and started recording our debut record. And just when it was finished, we got the news that we’d been picked up to open for Avenged Sevenfold.

I thought I was gonna die.