MATT'S POV


I talked to everyone at the party and told them how glad I was that they were here, and of course everyone wanted to drink with me. When I returned to Cat and my band at about half past two, I was tipsy and, I have to admit, very horny.
Those strippers had been fucking hot! "Matty, joining us for a drink?" Cat slurred. Oh God, she was pissed drunk. I chuckled to myself. Was she always that hot? I couldn't help but inspect her sexy body and I must have let my gaze linger at her perfect cleavage a little too long.

"Hey, I'm up here," she grinned and handed me a vodka shot. I still wanted to drive so I needed to watch it. "Cat, you wanna dance?" I proposed and inconspiciously set the full shotglass aside. She was drunk and it was my bachelor party, if not now, when? Besides, dancing is not a crime, right? Cat happily agreed and we made our way to the dance floor.

After a while someone handed her another shot and she turned around, so her back and perfect ass were against me, grinding me now. My "horse cock" (a quote by Brian Haner Jr!) immediately sprung to life and painfully twitched inside my jeans, but hey, I wasn't going to complain.

I needed to get laid anyway, and if I was already in the mood before I went home, what bad could it bring? I knew I had to make up with Val soon. We would manage to come to a truce before the wedding and I'd surely make peace with my newly acquired knowledge eventually. But first things first: getting hungry, then driving, rough make-up sex with Val and then I'd be good as new.

I lit a cigarette and turned Cat around, taking turns with her smoking. She was still dancing closely, rubbing herself against me and my rock hard dick, and she was the hottest thing ever. We kept on dancing and she got even drunker and I got even more aroused. It was probably the first time since high school that I regarded her as a sexual object again. And I felt ashamed of it.

Now don't get me wrong, of course I did look when we filmed Beast and the Harlot and I bought all seven fitness magazines she was in, and God, let's not talk about those underwear commercials, but today was the first time I realized I would want to sleep with her if I could.

Since the hall was pretty much emptying anyway, I bent down until my lips almost touched her ear, making sure she'd feel my hot breath. If she made me hot, I'd make sure she'd go home unsatisfied as well. "Let's get out of here, shall we?" I heard myself say against my better judgement.

But then again, I thought, it would be better not to drive alone anyway. So why not take along the little hottie in the slutty dress? I decided to see it as a game - teasing her like she teased me right there at the dance floor.
We had boundaries, I knew that. We were probably only attracted to each other because we were drunk. And I didn't plan on even kissing her. Just teasing. Oh yeah, Shads you're a genius. I bet I'll have her begging for a little taste after driving, I thought to myself as a devilish smile started to form on my lips.

I grabbed her hand and dragged her to Zacky, our driver. After some minutes of him talking to the other guys we finally drove off. Since we were four in the back, Cat was sitting on Jimmy's lap, closely cuddled to him. Damn, why wasn't she sitting on mine? The mere thought of her snuggling to me like that... Ahh...

Jimmy didn't know how fucking lucky he was. He was just so deep in the friendzone that she didn't care. But the thing was, she was in the friendzone, too. And same should go for us, I heard a voice in my head complain. Finally, Zack let us out at my house and while Syn screamed "Have fun, use condoms!", Zacky urged us not to do anything we'd regret. Believe me, dude, I won't. I'm still totally sane.

"Cat, I'm going for a drive. Are you coming with me?" I asked and snaked my arm around her waist as she couldn't walk straight and almost fell down. "Sure man," she replied, slurring her words. Perfect, everything was going according to plan. Oh and how bad I'd tease her after driving.

I quietly let myself into my house, got my keys from the hallstand and closed the door behind me, making sure I wouldn't wake Val. That if she was even home. I sighed and shoved my thoughts aside, which wasn't that hard, considering I was going on a nightly speed drive with the hottest ex I had. Well okay, I didn't exactly have a lot of them.

"Oh I'm beyond ready for this little drive in your sweet ride," Cat said as she steadied herself, linking arms with me. I opened the passenger door for her and even buckled her up. While I bent over her, her head rested against my chest. Nice feeling. I got in the car myself, buckled up, and placed my hand behind Cat's headrest as I pulled out of the driveway backwards.

Gas, I remembered, I needed gas. I steered the car to the nearest gas station and filled up the tank. When I wanted to pay with my credit card, I suddenly noticed it wasn't in my wallet. Strange. Did I take it out? I probably did. Luckily, I had enough cash to cover the amount.

A few minutes later, we finally arrived on the interstate. A euphoric feeling overtook me as I noticed it was completely empty. "You ready for this, Cat?" I asked and smirked as I watched her hair going wild in the wind. "As I'll ever be," she mumbled and I reached out for her hand, entwining our fingers. Finally, I thought and pressed the gas pedal down. Finally.


CAT'S POV

Man, was I drunk. I hadn't been that drunk in a while. I was doing double tequila shots with Johnny and I was determined not to let Fuckbert Dwarfberger outdrink me. I won, don't worry. You don't have to take Johnny seriously now. I mean, he was outdrunk by a girl.

But it had been a piece of work, and as I stood there and everything kept spinning around I wondered if it had been worth it. Of course I didn't actually hate Johnny. I mean, I'd been the one bringing him ito the band. And from Sophomore year on, I'd spent most of my time in high school with him, seeing as we were in the same year. And I'd always picked on him.

There! Suddenly my heart skipped a beat. I thought I saw my ex, Dave Glad. Or should I say Dick Head? I giggled to myself. Zack had made up that nickname. He was pretty good with that, I mean he came up with Cat, too. And Johnny's stage name, which would be cool. I mean, if Johnny wasn't, uhm, Johnny of course.

But why did it keep happening? I kept seeing Dave's silhouette whenever I was in a crowded place, kept looking around me whenever I was at the beach, where we first met, kept spotting his piercing blue eyes in the mist when I went running in the early mornings. It had took me a long time to realize that, despite everything, I'd loved him.

And no matter how much a person hurts you, if you love them, you'll always give them another chance, even if they don't deserve it. If you fall in love, you're pretty much fucked. You hand a gun to a person, and they can choose if they use it to hurt you or protect you. And, in Dave's case, it was hurting. A lot.


It was my second week at UCLA when my roommate and I went to the beach and I saw this really cute guy. He was playing frisbee with a bunch of friends and his athletic body draw a lot of female attention to it. Yet, I was the one he approached.

"Hey, I'm Dave. Just thought I'd say hi. Maybe you'd like to go for a coffee or something?" he said, and when he lifted his shades, I saw the most beautiful, frightening light blue eyes I'd ever seen. He looked as if he was wearing halloween contacts. I felt the goosebumps cover me, as I was instantly attracted to this handsome man with the vampire eyes. Of course I said yes.

After coffee, I was simply blown away. He was handsome, charming, sophisticated. In fine: everything I could ever wish for. Our relationship lasted over three and a half years. It survived his semester abroad, me touring with the guys for a while, and his countless affairs.

Some people say love is blind, well in my case I guess it was mentally retarded. When he got his one night stand pregnant, I left him. He crawled back to me, begged me to take him back on his knees. I refused. He came back to me and threatened to kill me if I didn't. We got back together, but Jimmy quickly discovered my bruises and the guys beat him up. Ever since, he'd never called again.

But when I read he was now a substitute professor at UCLA, I decided to do my postgraduate studies at another university.


I felt tears sting in my eyes at the memory of us and so I had to distract myself somehow. So when Matt asked me to dance, I was more than glad to finally experience some gentle touching. We danced so close I could feel his hardness against me. Knowing I turned him on then again turned me on.

I knew I shouldn't have been thinking about him that way, but I was feeling so lonely and his touch made me so much better. When he asked me to leave with him, I didn't know what to expect, but I was far too drunk to care. We left and Zacky dropped us off at home. Whoah wait, I thought to myself, that's not home. Was I at Matt's?

Next thing I knew I was sitting in Matt's car. I had a small heart attack when I discovered we were going 120 on the empty interstate, just as I was sobering up a little. How did I end up here? Oh God damn it, did I really not remember a thing? Why was Matt holding my hand? It felt good. It wasn't the first time I went speeding on the interstate, though it was the first time alone with Matt.

For our two year anniversary, Dave invited me on a two week trip around Europe. The highlight was Germany, where they don't have any speed limits. So Dave rented a big BMW and we took turns on the Autobahn and had a challenge who dared to go fastest. I won, going 225 kilometers per hour. I had always been a daredevil.

After a while, Matt left the interstate and parked the vehicle in some parking lot. God, he looked so sexy in his white shirt with his sleeves rolled up. When he went fast, he had this concentrated look on his face. Hot, I swear.

God, what the hell was up with me? Did I really consider Matt Sanders sexy? The guy who used to "accidentally" hit me so I would have ice cream all over my face? The guy who poked his wet finger in my ear? The guy who needed thirty minutes to finally get me off the first time he gave me oral? Oh no, he wasn't. He was just this adorable little dork I accidentally dated for a bunch of months.

Why did he stop? Why were we in this parking lot? And what on earth did I take to find this dimpled, devilish grin so terribly sexy? He got out of the car and I followed suit. "Matt," I said, only noticing how drunk I still was when my legs touched the ground, "what are we doing here?"

"You're not gonna remember this tomorrow, are you?" he said, pulling me into a hug. His intoxicating smell invaded my nose as my head rested against his broad chest. His cologne mixed with the scent of a long night, alcohol, cigarettes, maybe a little hint of sweat, and his own unique scent were an extremely pleasant combination. "Nope, definitely won't," I giggled, speaking the truth.

I was far too loaded, and I knew I'd have a first degree blackout the next day. "Good," he grinned and walked me backwards to his car, holding almost my full weight since I somehow stumbled with almost every step. He opened the back door and placed me on the back seat, then followed suit. He was hovering above me, propped on both his arms, our bodies touching everywhere. I ran my fingers through his hair, wondering what I'd gotten myself into. But in my drunken state, I enjoyed it anyway.

Notes

Comments please :)