Matt’s POV

“You can’t be fucking serious, Jimbo?” I laugh, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

The guys and I just finished setting up for the gig tonight and we had a good hour before anyone would show up. Though there was really only one person that I wanted to show up tonight—Michelle Dibenedetto. I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head lately and I just hoped the guys didn’t notice. For one, Brian would kill me because we all know he had a thing for Chelle, and two, they’d think I’d lost my mind. But there was just something about her that drew me in and I wanted to see her, all of her.

Okay, so I know what you’re thinking—why would you want to see that bitch? Well, first of all, she’s smokin’ hot and as it turns out, she’s not really a bitch anymore. Not since her dad died a few year ago, anyway. Now only if Valary would get off her high horse and stop being the world’s biggest bitch then maybe I could stand to hang out with them together. That is if Michelle would ever allow for our…whatever it we were to be public.

For the past three weeks we had been secretly seeing each other. And let me just say, each encounter with the dark haired beauty got hotter and hotter. It started with an innocent kiss here and there and quickly spiraled into heated make out sessions. I mean I was having a hard time keeping my hands off her every time I saw her. Damn just thinking about her and those fucking amazing lips was driving me insane.

“I am fucking serious!” Jimmy yells, pulling me away from my thoughts. Thank fucking god nobody noticed my vacant gaze. “We need stage names…you know like Slash, or Axel…All the greats have them and if we are going to be great, we will too.”

“Why can’t I just keep my name?” Johnny asks and the look on Jimmy’s face is priceless.

Jimmy runs his fingers through his hair, not caring that it’s now sticking up on end. “Have you not heard a damn word I’ve said, short shit? No one is going to remember a Johnny or Brian…there are millions of them in the world…but,” Jimmy’s eyes lit up as he looks around our group with a wicked smirk. “They will remember The Reverend Tholomew Plague!” he sang/screams in one of his crazy voices with his hands above his head. God this guy is hilarious!

Brian bends over laughing as Zack and I look at each other. “What?” we ask in unison, unable to hide our laughter. Okay, so we all knew Jimmy was out there but this was a little something extra.

“Don’t you think that’s a little much for people to remember?” Zack continues, a thick cloud of smoke encircling his head.

Jimmy just shrugs with a knowing smile on his face. “But everyone will call me The Rev…so start thinking of your names boys. We are going to be—“ I didn’t get to hear the last part of Jimmy’s sentence because right at that moment a loud scream erupted.

“THE PARTY HAS ARRIVED!”

We all turn to see Leana Silver coming towards us dressed in a tube top and a short jean mini-skirt. I had to admit, the girl had a banging body and was gorgeous but her over the top personality was way too much for me. Though it didn’t seem to bother Baker. He was always sniffing around her somewhere and I wonder if he was getting any of that ass? I’d have to ask him about it later.

“Someone fucking shoot me…” Jimmy mutters. Her hands are up air as she comes racing toward us but all I can hear is Jimmy, sorry The Rev, cursing under his breath. I’ve never quite figured out what the beef was between those two, but they have hated each other for years. Maybe they were too similar? I don’t fucking know it it’s not my business either.

“Zacky!” Leana cries, instantly jumping up into Bakers arms. He catches her as she bounces up and down, asking a million questions all at once. “You’ll never believe what happened on the way here—“

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jimmy finally bursts, crossing his arms in front of his chest and narrowing his eye at her. Leana slowly lets herself down off of Zacky and turns to look at Jimmy with her hands on her hips. Here we go again, another full out fucking screaming battle between those two. I swear they just wanted to see who was louder. Though today you couldn’t cut the tension between them with a knife. “The party doesn’t start for another twenty minutes.”

“Well you can’t start a party without me,” Leana sneers and takes a step towards Jimmy. “Besides, there are other people showing up.”

“But you’re not supposed to be here!” He rages, his hands shooting above his head in frustration. “You’re not part of our fucking band and you’re definitely not one of our groupies!”

“Excuse me?” Leana yells, the two of them almost nose to nose now. But what was funny about this whole thing was that she was at least a good head and half shorter than him.

“Okay, guys can you just drop it, please?” Baker begs. He was looking around at all the people starting to come in and get drinks who were staring at the altercation in front of them. Granted many of them went to high school with us and saw this in the hallway at least once a week. “You’re both awesome drummers and I think you could be friends if you just—“

“No fucking way!” they both scream at Zacky before turning on each other again. Here we go. “Besides, you’re just jealous because you know I could beat your ass playing drums…and that pisses you off! Admit it Jimmy! You’re fucking jealous!” Leana yells and that’s when Jimmy loses it.

Jimmy’s eyes bug out and he starts screaming obscenities at the little brunette, causing a huge scene. Fuck, if we don’t stop this, we’re going to lose our audience for the night. “All right Jimbo…” I say, motioning to Brian to grab his other arm. We quickly pull him back into our warehouse venue and drag him back stage.

“I fucking hate her! She is a good for nothing attention whore who is always trying to stick her nose where it doesn’t belong! Who the hell does she think she is anyway!?” Jimmy screams the entire way and it’s weird to hear him speak in such a way. Jimmy didn’t dislike many people but for whatever reason Leana was on his shit list.

“Just relax, Jimbo—“

“It’s The Rev now!” Okay, so that wasn’t exactly calming down. Maybe he needed a drink.

“Okay, sorry, Rev,” Brian amends, trying not to laugh at his best friend. “How about you go have a Mary Jane from my bag and Sanders and I will go get some drinks? How does that sound?”

An hour, four drinks, and a joint later, Jimmy was laying on the backside of the stage, staring up at the ceiling and drumming in the air. Well, at least he had calmed down from his Silver Fit as Haner and I now called them. I was just wondering if he would be able to actually play our show tonight when Haner hits my arm and says, “hotties at two o’clock.”

My eyes follow his gaze to the Dibenedetto twins who are slowly making their way through the crowd and I can’t help but lick my lips. Damn Michelle looks fucking hot tonight in that dress and if that wasn’t bad enough, I as soon as her eyes met mine, my dick sprang to life in my pants.

“Damn…” Haner whistles next to me as we grab drinks and head their way. “It’s hard to tell which one I’d rather bang tonight…”

I laugh and roll my eyes. The guy has been saying that for years but still neither of the girls have given him the time of day. Though I think if he ever found out I was messing around with Michelle he would probably kill me.

“Thanks Junior,” Valary says as she takes her drink from Brian, though I cant take my eyes off all the skin that Michelle is showing in that little dress. Damn was she trying to kill me with that?

“You look gorgeous,” I whisper to her while her sister and Haner banter back and forth like they usually do. Its then that she looks up at me through her eyes lashes with that flirty smile and mutters a thank you. Damn, I don’t know how much longer I can just stand here and look at her.

So when Haner and Val were occupied, I grabbed Chelle’s hand and quickly guided her back behind the stage area. “Matt what are you—“ but before she could say any more I grabbed her by the back of her hair and crashed my lips into hers, claiming them with a vengeance. It’s been way too fucking long in my opinion since I tasted her last and I couldn’t take it anymore.

When she didn’t protest and opened her mouth to mine, I groaned and pushed her back into one of the pillars, wanting to devour her. Michelle’s fingers slid into the back of my hair, wrapping tightly around the strands, pulling and tugging as she drew our hungry mouths together. Damn I couldn’t get enough of her and there was no way she didn’t feel my need for her against her thigh.

Unable to stop the need building inside of me, I took one of my hands and moved it to her left breast, sliding into her deep neckline, claiming it with a rumbling groan in the back of my throat. Oh fuck yeah, this was the furthest we’d gotten so far and by her actions, I could tell Michelle wanted more. She let out a soft moan as I pinched and rolled her nipple between my fingertips and god she had nice tits.

I moved my lips down her neck while my other hand moved to her leg under her extremely short dress. I felt her take in a quick breath when my hand slowly began to stroke her inner thigh, slowly moving toward her core. Damn she was already dripping wet and I knew I had to have her.

“Yo Sanders are you about ready?”

“Johnny fucking Christ!” I hiss as Michelle and I quickly pull apart and readjust our clothing just as he came around the corner. “I think Haner and—oh sorry, was I interrupting something?” He asks and I could literally kill him right now.

“Nope,” Michelle says, though her flushed face says something else. “Thanks for show me around backstage…I better go find Val.” I watch her go, her ass sway as she leaves. Damn she was really a piece of work that girl and I wanted her.

Michelle’s POV

Throughout the whole first part of the Avenged set, I couldn’t take my eyes off of Matt. There was just something about his presence on stage that drenched me downstairs, especially after our little ‘backstage’ rendezvous. He watched me the whole time and I knew resisting him was useless. I needed his love and I knew that he wanted me too, even if it was just to meet his teenage desire.

Every since my father died, I had felt like a part of me was missing. I craved some form of love and attention that my father had always given me and Matt gave that to me in a different way. With that attention from Matt I felt like I had meaning again, as silly as it sounds. And if I was being honest, I was only truly happy with everything when I was in Matt’s arms. He seemed to replace and fulfill whatever void was missing and I didn’t want to lose him, even if that meant I had to give him my v-card.

“COPS!” Someone screams and all hell breaks lose.

“Shit, shit, shit….where the hell is Val?” I say to myself as I push through the crowd just as the warehouse door bursts open. Shit, the cops really were here and I was so busted!

Suddenly I felt a pair of arms around my waist and the next thing I knew I was moving through the air. Seconds later a large aluminum garage door closed behind me and I was set back down on my feet. What the hell just happened? I looked up to see the tall muscular mass of Matt Sanders sanding in front of me with that adorable dimpled grin. “Couldn’t let you get away from me that easily,” he teased, looking over his shoulder at his band mates who were frantically trying to take what equipment they could to their cars.

“But what about Val?” I ask as Matt grabs my hand and drags me toward his car. “She’s still out there!”

“Valary is a big girl and knows when to run,” Matt chuckles, flashing me a smile. “Besides, don’t act like you didn’t want to hang out with me tonight anyway…come on Haner let’s go! Leave it, we can grab it before school!”

“No fucking way! My dad will kill me if this guitar isn’t back in the garage in the morning!” It was then that those dark brown eyes met mine, narrowing slightly. “What is she doing here? You need a ride?” Brian asks, wagging his eyebrows at me.

“I’ll take her, you wont have room in your car with all your shit anyway,” Matt says as banging erupts on the door. “Shit we’ve got to go…” Matt and I take off out the back door and jump into his car, his band mates close behind.

“I hope Val got out…” I nervously look out the window as we fly down some back dirt road behind the warehouse. “She’s going to kill me…”

“And you know what was going to kill me?” What? What is he talking about?

“Hmm?” I hum and raise a questioning brow at him as he takes my hand and presses it to his lips, “not getting to taste you again…damn you got me so hot earlier, Chelle…”

I knew exactly what he meant because after that heated kiss backstage I couldn’t get him off my mind. I wanted more—we both did. The next thing I knew we pulled into an unfamiliar driveway and I just looked at him. “Where are we?”

“Casa del Sanders,” Matt laughs, grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the car. The minute I’m standing, his hands move down my body, sending shivers down my spine.

“But aren’t your parents home?” I practically moan as his lips move to my neck, just as heated as they were when we left off at the warehouse.

“Yeah, but they are asleep…I’m going to have you all to myself in the garage…” He growled in my ear before he pulled away and led me into the dark garage.

Once we were inside, he smiled and then leaned forward, kissing me gently. I closed my eyes, feeling a surge of excitement as his tongue slid into my mouth. His mouth was hot and he tasted like spearmint and beer, it was an oddly seductive mix. I slid my hand up to the back of his neck and began kissing him back, wanting more. Needing more. The man was as bad as a drug. The addicting kind.

Matt growled in the back of his throat and pulled away. “Damn, Chelle,” he said, sliding his hands over my ass. He pressed his hips against mine and I could feel his hardness, teasing me. “Please. I’ve got to have you.”

“I... I can’t,” I whispered suddenly feeling nervous. My other friends told me it was painful to lose their virginity, and that thought scared me. Not to mention that I had to find Val… but Matt’s words made me wetter than the birdbath out front. “I’ve got to get home…”

“You can. No one would have to know…” he murmured, moving his lips to my neck. “Fuck me, you smell good.” His lips were working very hard to convince me to stay with him, and I had to admit, it was working.

“What about your parents,” I whispered, noting the door that must lead to the house.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll lock the door,” he whispered, backing me into the wall. When my shoulders hit the garage door, he pulled me back against his chest and began kissing me again, this time much more hungrily. Then one of his hands was on my breast, the other on my ass. He started squeezing both, while grinding his hips into mine, letting me know what his intentions were.

I moaned, kissing him back as he raised my dress and touched my thong.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he growled. “I need to be inside of you. Now.” I couldn’t deny anymore that I wanted him too.

“What are you doing?” I squealed, as he picked me up and headed over to the couch.
Seconds later, my back was pressed into the couch and he was locking the door. “I... I don’t think this is a good idea,” I said, biting my bottom lip. The last thing I needed was to be caught or have my sister freaking out when I didn’t come home…or worse…Mother Dearest finding out…

“Why don’t you leave the thinking to me, okay?” Matt practically growled in a seductive tone as he came back over to me. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. Come here.” He grabbed the back of my head, and pulled my face to his, kissing me hard. I melted into Matt, the very last of my resolve, gone. I wanted him and I couldn’t wait to feel his cock moving deep inside of me. Just the thought of it made my sex tighten up.

His kisses became more demanding as my hand moved to the hard bulge hidden in his jeans. As I began stroking him, his tongue plunged deep, filling my mouth the way we both wanted him to fill my sex.

“I’m going to explode, I want you so fucking bad, babe,” he growled into my neck as I squeezed his cock through his jeans. I could feel the long, hard, length of him through the denim. Panting, he pulled my dress up and over my hips, then slid his hand to the front of my thong where he cupped my mound. “Fuck,” he whispered, using his knuckles to stroke my clit through the fabric. “I need to be inside of you. You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” I moaned, digging my nails into his arm. “Oh God, yes.” I had completely lost my mind with this euphoric state I was in and all I could think about was him. ALL of him.

Matt slid one of his fingers into me, and I winced slightly at the sensation. After a few seconds my muscles relaxed and I let a light moan escape my lips. Could he tell I was a virgin? “You’re so wet and tight.”
Whimpering in pleasure I unbuttoned his jeans and slid my hand under his boxers, grappling his cock. The size alone almost brought me to my knees. It was the biggest one that I had ever seen, not that I had seen many before. Gasping, he grabbed my wrist as I began stroking him. “Hold on, I won’t last.”

The next thing I knew, Matt kicked his jeans and boxers down to the floor, his cock bobbing as he pushed them aside with his foot. I could almost taste the pre-cum dripping on the end and it made me even more wet. He carefully moved to sit down next to me on the couch, a smile coming over his face as he stroked his length.

“Undress for me, Chelle…” he said, pulling me in and hungrily kissing my lips. My cheeks instantly turned pink as he gave me a gentle shove. “Come on don’t be shy now…I’m the only one here…turn around.”

Biting down on my lower lip as I stood up, I felt Matt’s fingers unzip my dress. It felt to the floor and carefully stepped out of it only wearing my underwear and Val’s heels. Matt let out a loud moan and as I went to turn around he stopped me.

“Hold on. I need to look at this pretty little ass of yours,” he said, grabbing it with both hands. I squealed as he leaned forward and bit my butt playfully. “That hurts,” I complained, feeling my body melting. I never wanted anything more in my life.

“Let me kiss it then,” he said, bringing his mouth back to my tanned skin. He licked where it was pink and I began to relax again. “You’ve got a sweet ass,” Matt said, moving a finger down the length of my thong to my slit, which was dripping wet.

“Mmm…Matt,” I moaned as he ordered me to spread my legs. I had never done this before so I did what I was told. It was then that he shoved his thumb inside my core and began to circle and wiggle around my clit with his two other fingers. Oh, my god that was the most amazing feeling right there and it made me weak in the knees.

With a moan, I leaned forward, holding my knees so that I didn’t topple over in my heels. “Damn it, I cant take it anymore,” Matt rasped. He spun me around and picked me up, setting me on his face as he lay on the couch.

“Oh, my God,” I gasped as he slid my thong to the side and began licking my pussy. It was so sensitive that I threw my head back and held on, not able to control my body in it’s pleasure overload. Suddenly Matt grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my soft flesh as his tongue plunged inside me, tickling my clit with his nose. I let out a load moan and grabbed the arm of the couch to steady myself. “Oh…yes…” I whimpered as he increased his speed. “Oh, my god, Matt…”

The next thing I knew, Matt was tugging at my bra, his hand sliding up to cup my breast. I quickly moved to remove it, my legs trembling as I unclasped the bra and tossed it aside. “God you’re fucking beautiful,” I whispered, looking up at me as he made me moan his name.

Reaching one hand up, Matt grabbed one of my breasts, squeezing it and playing with nipples. God I couldn’t take this anymore, he was sending me into overdrive with this wave of pleasure and I needed him. I leaned back and grabbed Matt’s huge cock and slowly started to stroke it, wondering how it would feel inside me. If it was anything like his fingers and tongue, I would surely be screaming.

Suddenly Matt stopped and flipped us over. Matt got back between my legs and began licking my clit again. His rhythm was steady, as he followed up with his fingers inside of my sex. He kept a slow, steady pressure, rubbing back and forth while continually teasing me with his expert tongue. I began to squirm, feeling my orgasm build.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Keep doing that.”

Staring up at me with hooded eyes, he began to put extra pressure on my clit, his tongue more demanding and his fingers knowing exactly where I needed them. It didn’t take long before it all got to me and I was crying out, my hips convulsing as I
came.
“Mmm…fucking hell that was sexy, Chelle,” Matt whispered just as someone tried to open the door that Matt had locked.

“Oh, my God,” I hissed, jumping up and quickly getting my clothes. My heart was racing a mile a minute and I knew I had to get out of there. “Matt!”

“Quick…out the side door….fucking hell!” he looked just as panicked as I was.

“Matt? Are you out here? I heard screaming is everything okay?” his mom called, as I pulled my dress over my head and booked it out the door, not caring that I had lost my panties and bra somewhere in the couch. I would get them back some other time.

God that was fucking close! The last thing I needed was for Mrs. Sanders to walk in on Matt and I fucking…not that we actually go that far. But hell, I was craving it now. Next time we would go all the way without interruption and I’m sure he felt the same way. I quickly made my way the four blocks home as the sun was starting to come up. I was still on cloud nine as I walked in the kitchen door, not even thinking about the fact that Mother Dearest and Captain Dickwad were probably awake. And it was the hard slap across the face when I walked in the door that brought me back to reality.

“Where the fuck have you been? You look like some slut!” My mother howls as I stumble backwards from the slap. “And what is that? A fucking hickey!” She grabs my hair and pulls it as hard as she can straight up. “You little skank!”

“Mom…please,” I cry, the tears stinging my eyes as she shoved me away from her into the island. “Don’t even start, Michelle. You make me fucking sick…I should really send you away to live with your grandparents in New York…that will show you that you’re not a fucking princess anymore.” She yells and I hear feet moving upstairs.

“Someone showed her whose boss,” David chuckles, making my skin crawl. He always gave me the creeps with the way that he looked at Val and I. “Look at the red marks on her legs…I hope he taught you a fucking lesson.” Did he just say he hoped I got raped? I felt like I was going to be sick…

“Mom…please…I’m sorry…” I cried, the tears spilling down my face. “I-I didn’t mean—“

“Sorry that you embarrassed our family? Well guess what, you’re fucking grounded and you can only go to fucking school. Now get your ass up stairs and make yourself look presentable because you’re going…and when you get home, you better bet I’m locking you in there,” she growled just as Val’s arms wrapped around me protectively. I hoped she hadn’t heard everything.

“M-Mom…”

“Get out of my sight, you disgust me and remind me of your father….” The last thing I heard before I completely broke down in my sister’s arms upstairs was her telling me that we would show her. I was just glad she didn’t ask any questions as to where I had been the last few hours.

Leana’s POV

“Leana, come on we’ve got to get out of here!” Zacky said, grabbing my hand and running with me toward the tree line. I could hear the dogs barking behind us and I just hoped that we didn’t get caught. Though part of me loved the thrill of running from the police, it was just one of the things that made me feel alive. “I think we lost them,” he panted once we crossed the railroad tracks to our side of town.

“Yeah…” I rasped, leaning forward and putting my hands on my knees as I tried to catch my breath. Damn tonight had been one hell of a rush. First Val asking me to join her band and now running for our lives with this hottie? Hell yeah, I was having the time of my life. “Sorry about the show…did you get your guitar and amp?”

Zack nodded and stood up, putting his arm around my slim shoulders. “It’s in the back of Brian’s car and he’ll drop it off after school tomorrow. What are you smiling about?” He caught that did he? Well, he was observant that was for sure.

“Just was a good night, that’s all,” I said, smiling bigger and elbowing him in the ribs.

“Oh, yeah why’s that? The last thing I knew you and Jimmy were ready to kill each other,” and there was that musical laugh that I was addicted to. I loved that sound.

“Don’t even say that name!” I urged, making my hands claws in frustration. I had no idea what that guys problem was but he always got under my skin. “Sorry…but what happened?”

“Well…Valary Dibenedetto asked me to jam with her and her sister. They want me to play in their band!” I gushed feeling over the moon. It wasn’t everyday that someone asked me to do something, especially not the Dibenedetto princess twins. Though they weren’t as bad as they were in middle school.

“They have a band? Well tickle me fucking surprised,” Zack laughed as we reached our driveways. It was very lucky for me that my best friend or boyfriend or whatever we were lived next door. And as much as I hated it, he was always looking out for me.

“Well, here I am,” I bit down on my bottom lip and wrinkled my nose at Zack. He took a small step towards me and put his hands on my hips, drawing me into him. “Thanks for saving me from the cops.”

“Oh, any time and I’m sure it’ll happen again soon,” he laughed, our lips inches apart now. He slowly leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, giving me a sweet kiss that was different than our last heated make out. “Good night, Leana.”

“Good morning” I corrected. “and I could stay out a little—“ only I didn’t get to finish my thought because at that exact moment I heard my little brother crying in the house. He was seven years old and it was never a good sign, especially this early in the morning. “See you at school, Z…I gotta go!” And before he could say another word I pecked his lips and dashed into the house.

As soon as I opened the broken front door, the smell of drugs, alcohol, and pure filth took over my nose. God I hated this place and no matter how much I cleaned, I couldn’t polish a turd. I found my little brother Josh shaking my mothers passed out body on the couch, only she wasn’t responding. Shit, I hope she hadn’t overdosed again. We already had the electric shut off once this month and I couldn’t support us on my part time job at the library.

“Mommy wont wake up…” Josh cried as I kneeled down next to her. Thank god she had a pulse but the smell of alcohol and the half finished line on the table told me she wasn’t getting up for work in a few hours. Damn it, we weren’t going to be eating this week...again.

“Shh…it’s okay, Josh, let’s got to bed. Mommy will be up in the morning,” I lied because I knew her newest cocktail would keep her passed out for at least six more hours. God I hated when she did that.

I took my brother into my room and cuddled up next to him. I lightly sang him to sleep before I closed my own eyes, knowing that I had to get up to get ready for school in two hours.

Notes

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