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The Guidelines of Sex & Friendship	By : delicatektheory Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 1885 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the WWE current or former talent. I do not own any of the lyrics featured later on. I am not making money from writing this. All I own is Lil, Jas, and Jenn.

Chapter List
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Matt and Jeff had momentarily put their differences on the back burner while we
all waited on the confirmation of Jenn’s pregnancy. We had packed our belongings and departed from the hotel extra early to have enough time to purchase a pregnancy test from a convenient store on our way to the airport.
            “Why do you need two of those damn things?” I asked, leaning against Matt’s chest.   All three of us were waiting anxiously outside Jenn’s stall in the ladies’ room of the Scot’s Shoppe.
            “I just do, Lil,” she grumbled. “Five more minutes, okay?”
            “Can’t you, like, shake it to hurry it up?” I asked, grinning at up at Matt. “That’s what I do with Matt when we have to hurry it up.”
            Jeff growled under his breath, and Matt actually laughed a little bit.
            “I just threw up in my mouth,” Jenn groaned.
            Some heavyset blond, singing rather horribly, came walking through the door. I thought she was about to have a heart attack she got a look at the boys. “This is the ladies room!” she shrieked, as if that was supposed to bother them.
            “No shit!” I gasped, mimicking her expression.
            She snarled at me. “They’re not supposed to be in here.”
            “Well, there are doors on the stalls, lady,” I rolled my eyes, “so it’s not like they’re gonna see you taking a piss. We’re just wanting on some test results, so just go on about your business.”
The girl turned up her nose and stalked out, slamming the bulky door behind her.
“Lil,” Matt tried to scorn me, but he was smiling.
“What?”
“That wasn’t nice.”
I shrugged. “I’m not a morning person.”
“You’re not an afternoon or evening person, either,” he chuckled.
Jenn gasped after a moment. “I’m pregnant.”
“I told ya!” I grinned.
I seemed to be the only one overjoyed…and slightly jealous.
“Don’t get your hopes up just yet,” she called. “Lemme try the other one.”
Jeff opened the stall door and handed her the second test she had purchased.
“The outcome will be the same,” I pointed out, “except one will be a plus symbol and the other will be a stupid smiley, clown, or whatever they use now.”
Jenn emitted a growl as she ripped open the box. Jeff wasn’t thrilled by my little quip, either. He was clenching his teeth, sending a seething glare in my direction.
“Let’s buy you a slushy,” Matt said quickly.
“I don’t want a fuckin’ slushy.”
“Yes, you do,” he insisted. He leaned forward, forcing me to put weight on my crutches. “Come on; let’s give these two a minute…without your antagonizing remarks.” He slipped past me, holding open the door.
“She’s my best friend, so it’s my job to stick in my two cents during times like this,” I stated, complying with his demands.
I was waddling painfully down one of the junk food isles. My hips (along with the rest of my body) were feeling the side-effects of last night’s sexcapade. It felt like they had been crushed by a bolder.
“You look like a cute, injured penguin,” Matt chuckled from behind me.
I looked over my shoulder, rolling my eyes. “Well, you’re the one that had to be Gladiator in bed,” I said. “I’m surprised I’m not crawling toward the counter.”
Matt stepped by me once we were out in the open. He went ahead of me and gave his order to the clerk behind the counter. “That wasn’t even close to my gladiator,” he whispered to me as we watched the clerk fill two large cups with red, shaved ice. “It was more like…Spanish conquistador.”
“Oh, you conquered me all right,” I gave him a wicked smile. “Five times, as a matter of fact.”
He chuckled, taking our Slush Puppies from the clerk. He held mine for me so I could take sip before he led me to an empty table.
            “So, what’s your gladiator?” I teased him as he took the seat in front of me.
            He smirked, taking a sip of his slushy. “You really want to know?”
            “Yes,” I nodded.
            Matt had a cat-like grin spread across his face as he leaned forward. He stretched across the table, his face inches from mine.
            “Well,” he murmured, tracing my jaw with his index finger, “It’s usually longer, harder, and faster. There’s no break in between. I won’t stop until I have you begging me to…or until the bed breaks.”
I gulped, suppressing a moan. “The bed breaks, huh?” I asked. My voice was cracking. “Are you speaking from experience?”
“Maybe,” he replied nonchalantly, leaning back in his seat.
“I see…So, you can keep going?”
“Like the energizer bunny,” he nodded.
“Ah, so you were holding out on me?”
“No, darling,” he shook his head. “You’re…fragile goods. I have to treat you a bit differently. You wouldn’t be able to handle it. I mean, look at you now.”
I snorted. “I think you need to let me decide if I can or cannot handle it.”
“Trust me, if you think you’re sore now, you couldn’t handle me on full speed.”
“Oh, yeah, I say we test your flawed theory.”
“Maybe we will…someday.”
“No, how about right now, right this instant?” I challenged.
“Right here, on this table?” Matt asked, sipping his drink and gesturing to the clerk at the counter. “I don’t think he’d enjoy the live porno scene.”
I rolled my eyes. “Not here, moron, I was talking about the bathroom.”
“The bathroom?” he raised a brow. “How do you expect to be properly fucked in a four-by-four space?”
“It’s called a handicapped stall. They’re larger than the average ones, duh.”
“Even then—”
            “Are you backing out on a bet, Mr. Gladiator?” I interrupted, laughing. “I honestly don’t see the problem. We’ll have plenty of room. Plus, I’m sure you could think of something to incorporate those handrails.”
            “Your creativity never ends,” he chuckled, shaking his head.
            “So, are we having sex in a public place or what?”
            “As long as you lock the door this time,” he nodded.
            We laughed in unison. Both of us were picturing Jeff and Jenn’s faces when they caught us in the act yesterday. We dumped the rest of our drinks in the trash and headed for the back.
            I could hear bathroom door slamming.
            “Crap,” I mumbled, looking back at Matt. “Can you make this one a quickie, Gladiator?”
            “As you wish,” he nodded.
            We met Jeff and Jenn halfway to the restroom. They both had a combination of emotions flashing across their faces. I could read the frustration very clearly, but the rest I had trouble narrowing down.
            “What’s the verdict on test number two?” I asked Jenn.
            “Negative,” she replied, sniffling.
            “Huh?” My brow knitted together in confusion. “That can’t be right. It has to be faulty. Matt can buy you another one.”
            “No,” she shook her head. “I’m kind of pissed out and pissed off. Let’s just leave.”
            “Fine,” I shrugged. “I’m going to the bathroom. Meet you at the cars in a few.”
            Matt casually followed behind me.
            “They never learn,” I heard Jeff mumble to Jenn. I could tell he was rolling his eyes, even without turning around. “They’re gonna fuck, aren’t they?”
            She grumbled something in response, and called to me, “Lil…”
            I knew that tone. I sighed, begrudgingly turning to hear her lecture. “Yes?”
            “Do you have to be such a whore?”
            I fell into a momentary state off shock. I couldn’t have heard her correctly.
            “What?”
            “Do you have to be such a whore?” she repeated without hesitation.
            “Let it go,” Matt whispered to me, clutching my shirt. “She didn’t mean it. She’s just upset.”
            I didn’t care if Jeff insulted me that way, but I wouldn’t tolerate it from her.
            “I know you didn’t,” I shrilled, rushing toward her. “Just because you might be knocked up, doesn’t mean I won’t bitch slap you’re ass, Jenn!”
            She was lunging forward, her fists clenched. I knew she could take me in a fight. One good punch and I was done for. But like an idiot, I was walking right into it.
            Jeff had her by the waist, pulling her toward the door. “Matt, help me out here,” he demanded, gritting his teeth as he tried to keep his hold on her.
            “Mine’s not trying to decapitate yours,” Matt said.
            The poor clerk was cowering behind the counter, as if we were robbing the place.
            “That’s another thing,” Jenn was shouting as Jeff hauled her over the threshold. “You two need to get together and get over with, you fuckin’ pussies!”
            “Just help me before we all get arrested,” Jeff pleaded over the yelling.
            Matt shrugged, effortlessly slinging me over one shoulder and carrying me out the door.
            “And the correct term is nympho!” I shouted to Jenn as I was being carried to the rental car. “I’m a nympho and proud of it, bitch!”
            Jenn was right, not about me being a whore, but about Matt and I being together.    He was my soul mate and deep down—way, way deep down—he knows it, too. I was sitting at the kitchen table with my cell phone in hand. I wanted to talk to him over the phone because I couldn’t bear the thought of being rejected in person. Then again, it would be better to discuss this in person. I was in love with him, and he needed to see my face to know that I was not pulling some elaborate prank.   He would be home in a few days. I’ve waited a year and a half, so I was sure I could wait a few more days before I lay my heart wide open.
            I looked down at my phone, still uneasy with my decision.
            Would Matt be stunned into silence, or has he known my feelings all along?   Would he be stubborn and deny his feelings. What if he doesn’t love me like I love him? My head was swimming with so many of those unanswered questions.
            My phone ringing made me jump. I looked down to see it was Shannon calling.
            “Hey, Shan, it’s a bit late for you to be calling, isn’t it?”
            “Hey,” he replied, his tone was solemn and his voice was quavering. “I’m sorry if I woke you up.”
            He sounded pretty upset. Had he and his girlfriend broken up?
            “No, I was already up. What’s wrong?”
            His voice broke again. “I don’t want to do this.”
            “Okay? What don’t you want to do?”
            No response.
            “Shannon?”
            “I don’t want to do this,” he repeated, choking back sob.
            “Shannon,” I shrieked, failing to keep the hysteria out of my voice. “You’re scaring me. Spill it already.”
            He let out a shaky sigh. “Jeff called…He can’t bring himself to tell you…”
            More silence.
            “Tell me what? Is Jenn okay?”
            “Lil…”
            “What, Shannon? Cut this shit out!”
            “Matt was on his way to the airport last night…He fell asleep at the wheel…”
            No, no, no, no, no, this could not be happening. Matt was fine. He had to be fine. I had to tell him I loved him. Please, let him be fine.
            “W-what…w-w-w?” I stammered.
            “He’s in a coma, Lil. He’s not…He’s not…”
            I interrupted him with a blood-curdling sob. My heart had stopped beating and all the air had left my lungs. My life was over. All I could do—all I had left to do—was scream, cry out, and curse Him for putting me through this agony.
            “LIL! LILY!” Matt was yelling at me, breaking through the haze of my nightmare. He was shaking me violently. “Lil, wake up, it’s just a dream.”
            My head jerked up.
            Matt was looking at me, horrified.
            I blinked, tears streaming down my cheeks. The car was stopped, probably on the side of the road somewhere. My screaming must have startled him.
            “Are you okay?” he asked me in a very calm, soothing voice.
            I nodded slowly, not entirely sure if he could see me.
            “Where are we?” I asked, looking out my window at nothing, but darkness.
            “Home, in the driveway,” he replied. “I was just about to get out when you started screaming.”
            “Oh…”
            “Are you sure you’re okay? You sounded pretty upset.”
            “I’m fine,” I answered. “I don’t really want to talk about.”
            He hesitated for a minute and then got out of the vehicle. He then walked around to my side of the car and opened my door.
            I squinted as overhead light illuminated the car.
Matt squatted down so that he was eye-level to me. His expression was tense with concern and his eyes were a darker shade of brown, almost black.
As if to be sure that I wasn’t dreaming, my hand started tracing the contours of his face. He was real and not some figment of my imagination. My heart was still beating—erratically at the moment—and I could still breathe.
            “Thank God,” I murmured as my thumb caressed his lips.
            He grunted in surprise as I pulled his face to mine. My lips met his in an intense surge of passion, stronger than anything either one had ever experienced. I moaned, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck.
            Matt was kissing me back, much to my surprise. He had my head in both hands, locking my lips in place.
            After a few minutes, we were forced to pull away because we couldn’t breathe.
            Panting, I pressed my forehead against his.
            “Make love to me, Matt.”
            The words sounded awkward coming from me; they sounded like something out of a cheesy romance movie, but I didn’t care. Tonight, I didn’t want him to just sleep with me. I wanted him to love me, even if it was pure pretence.
            He seemed to be momentarily baffled by my choice of words as well, but nodded. After brushing his lips across mine, he unbuckled my seatbelt and carefully lifted me into his arms. He didn’t bother getting my crutches or our luggage.   He carried me up the steps and into the house, but we didn’t make it to the bedroom.

            I stirred as I felt a soft hand caressing my hair. My eyes fluttered open, squinting in the morning light. I had to wait for my vision to clear before I realized that I was looking at the widescreen television in the living room, and that I was lying on a warm, firm pile of muscles—Matt’s muscles.
            I looked down, wide-eyed at the flesh beneath my face. I jerked up suddenly, almost rolling off the couch.
            Matt grinned, clutching my waist with his other hand so I wouldn’t topple to the floor.
            “Morning,” he greeted.
            “What the hell, how the hell did we?” I stammered, lying tensely against him again.
            He didn’t answer for a moment, pulling the afghan he had draped around us up over my bare shoulders. “You couldn’t wait until we got upstairs,” he chuckled as he went back to stroking my hair. “So, we settled for the couch. Don’t you remember?”
            “Oh…yeah,” I nodded. The only thing I really recalled were the nightmares I had about Matt being seriously injured or dead.
            “What was with you last night? Did that thing with Jenn upset you?”
            I looked up at him, forcing a smile. “I guess, but I’m fine now.”
            “I’ll say,” he smirked. “You went Gladiator on me…three times.”
            “Oh, really,” I raised my brow, wishing I could recall the slightest inkling of what happened last night. “Was it better than your Spanish conquistador?”
            “Way better,” he laughed, kissing the top of my head. “You successfully slaughtered him, my dear.”
            I sighed as I rested my head against his chest again. I inhaled the musky scent of sex that was radiating off of his skin; it was mixing in with the faint remains of his cologne.
            Matt sniffed, apparently not as taken by smell. “I should probably take a shower and put on some clean clothes,” he said.
            “Want some company?” I asked as I pressed my palms against his chest, using it for support until I had my feet underneath me. I held onto the arm of the couch until he stood up.
“Give me a chance to regroup,” he grinned, helping me sit back down on the sofa. He wrapped the afghan around me again.
“Awww, did I wear the ECW Champion out?” I pouted innocently, batting my eyelashes.
“Yes, just a little bit.”
          “Oh, that’s right,” I thumped myself on head. “The male libido slows down as he gets older. You’ve passed your sexual peak, old man.” I grinned. “And I’m just getting started.”
            Matt gave me a narrow-eyed stare as he finished dressing. “That’s cute, my little nympho,” he teased, buttoning his shirt.
            “Oh. My. God,” I gasped, giving him a mock look of horror. “You just burned me. You actually delivered a masterful burn. Someone call the Guinness Books.”
            “Yes, well, I have moments,” he grinned. He started scampering into the foyer, toward the front door, mimicking me, “‘I’m a nympho and proud of it, bitch!’” He then ducked out the door before I had time to throw my shoe at him.
            While he went outside to bring in my crutches and our luggage, I started dressing. I was wondering when Jenn would call to apologize for yesterday, because she would, eventually. Until then, I was just going to let her stew, almost like giving her a time-out. A couple days without me in her life would do the trick…or possibly make her realize she’s better off without me. I’ve had that happen before, so it wouldn’t be much of a surprise. Yes, it would hurt like hell to lose the one person I’ve always been able turned to these last couple of years. But then again, I had lost my brother, and I seem to be coping just fine. How fitting would it be to lose someone else to the Matt Hardy conspiracy?
            Given Matt’s inconsistency with me, it wouldn’t be a wise bet to choose him over Jenn, but my heart probably wouldn’t let me choose otherwise. I could, even though it’d be incredibly difficult, live without Jenn. I couldn’t live without a heartbeat, as my vivid nightmares had proven that last night. I have to do whatever it takes to survive, even if it means being in this revolving-door of a relationship.
            I hadn’t realized that I had gone from dressing myself on the couch, to dressing myself on the floor, until I heard Matt laughing.
            “What are you doing down there?”
            I looked up at him, dumbfounded. I was sprawled out on the floor, one leg on the coffee table, and my jeans twisted around me.
            “I’m multi-tasking,” I replied, quickly trying to recover from this embarrassing situation. “I’m practicing Yoga and getting dressed all at the same time.”
            Matt laughed again, setting our bags in the doorway. With my crutches in hand, he walked over to offer me assistance.
            “You should know that deep-thoughts while trying to do something have never worked out in your favor,” he said as he got my leg off the table. “Yet, you wonder why I hate leaving you alone.”
He offered to help me up, but I waved him away. I rolled over, on all fours, and took my crutches from him. I rose to my knees and dug the crutch tips into the carpet. My body groaned in disapproval as I hoisted myself up.
“See,” I pointed out, breathlessly, “I can take care of myself.”
My pants fell to my ankles.
“Yeah,” he laughed, squatting down and pulling my pants up. He secured them snuggly around my waist. “I bet you could really survive without me,” he added, grinning, “Woman, you’re accident-prone. If it wasn’t illegal, I would lock you in the bedroom to keep you from leaving the house while I’m working. Honestly, I’m always scared to death that you’ll decide to be superwoman, and then screw around and fall off the roof or something.”
“That’s ludicrous,” I rolled my eyes. “I’m afraid of heights, and the worst thing I could do is fall down the stairs. Been there, fractured that arm already.”
“Which is why I’m seriously considering the lock-down,” he nodded, brushing his index finger across the tip of my nose.
“Yeah, okay,” I shrugged. “You can do whatever you want, just as long as I get my three meals and a conjugal visit every now and then, old man. Oops, should I start calling you Warden now?”
He chuckled, kissing my forehead. “Well, the warden needs to take a shower.”
I grinned. “Okay.”
He walked over to his bags and unzipped the main compartment. He took out the extra set of clothes he had packed. He told me that he would fix breakfast once he got out of the shower and took off, in the direction of the guest bedroom.
To Matt’s surprise, I had slipped into the kitchen and started cooking. I was standing at the stove, on one crutch, frying eggs in a frying pan.
“I didn’t know you could cook,” he said as he entered the kitchen.
I turned around to greet him.
“You never asked.”
He walked over and grabbed a couple plates from the cabinet above my head.
“You can sit down,” he offered, trying to push me aside. “I can take it from here.”
“Cut the macho shit, Matthew,” I groaned. “Just go sit your ass down and let me do something for you for a change.”
“Fine,” he chuckled, sitting the plates on the counter. “Have it your way.” He walked over to the table, taking the seat closest to me.
Just as the eggs were finished cooking, the toast popped out of the toaster. I carefully flopped two eggs onto each plate and shuffled down the counter to get the toast. I could feel him watching me, probably amused at my James Bond prowess. I put a piece of toast into each plate. Then, I began my balancing act, wobbling to the table with Matt’s plate first.
“That looks very good,” he complimented as I sat it down in front of him. I could tell he was trying to be supportive of my efforts; I knew my breakfast was a far cry away from one of his, but he would never admit that.
“I suppose so,” I shrugged. “I could’ve fried bacon, but that requires standing for way too damn long—which reminds me, you can get the juice and silverware.”
He laughed. “What happened to Ms. Independent?”
“She’s going on her breakfast break.”
He stood up, pulling out a chair for me in the process. He went over to the counter and grabbed my plate, a couple forks, and then swung by the refrigerator to get the jug of orange juice. He then took a seat next to me.
We ate in a comfortable silence.
“What would you like to do today?” he asked, giving me a sideways glance.
I looked at him, confused. Usually, on his days off, he was working out in the basement or in his office concentrating on his career. He rarely planned a day for just me, which I never took too personally.
“Excuse me, are you talking to me?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Well, in that case,” I grinned, elbowing him playfully, “you should know better than to ask me what I want to do.”
He groaned, standing to take our dirty dishes to the sink. “I’m actually giving you a day to do whatever you want and all you want to do is me?”
“You’re damn skippy,” I replied. “It totally beats shopping.”
I was teasing him, of course. I actually needed a sex sabbatical because I wasn’t sure how much more my hips could take right now.
“We were at it like rabbits last night.”
“And your point is?”
He was leaning against the counter, staring at me and silent for a second. “Well, okay,” he replied.
I arched a brow. I hadn’t expected him to cave so quickly. “Are you serious?”
“If it’s what you really want to do,” he nodded.
“Who are you, and what have you done with Matt?”
“What?” he laughed.
“The Matt Hardy I know likes to space these things out after our back-to-back, several days long fucking sessions?” I gave him a suspicious look. “If you’re willing to be fucked stupid an entire day, then you’re clearly not him. Where have you stashed his body?”
“Oh, don’t tell me the little inmate is scared of the big bad warden?”
“I’m not scared of you,” I stuck out my tongue, folding my arms across my chest. “But I’m trying to figure out what’s gotten into you. These last few days you haven’t really fought off my sexual advances. It’s odd—you being so sex-hungry.”
“Fine…No sex it is, then.”
“Stop that reverse psychology shit,” I snapped.
“Well, quit being so paranoid,” he chuckled, mimicking my folded arms. “It’s simple. Do you want sex all day or sitting on the couch and watching a movie we’ve seen a dozen times?”
“Well, we could watch a movie about sex,” I stalled.
“Ha! I knew you were chickening out.”
“I’m not chickening out. It’s just that you’re creeping me the fuck out,” I wailed. “You’re like some kind of driven sex machine. It’s unnatural. Is all this sex offering your way of making up for some major fuck-up that you haven’t told me about? Wait, are you trying to give me a taste of my own medicine?” I scowled at the thought. “That’s childish, Matt.”
He laughed at me.
“It’s not fuckin’ funny, you tool!”
“Geez, I didn’t think you’d get so tore up about it.” He sighed, still smiling as he walked over and sat down next to me. “Okay, so I might as well tell you that Jeff and I are going away for a couple weeks. Our brands are doing a tour in Europe.”
“Oh, so you thought you had better to fuck me silly a bunch of times before you go halfway around the damn world,” I snarled, gritting my teeth. “How sweet, thanks for the consideration.”
“Look, I wasn’t using you,” he said, defensively. “I was just giving you your fix before I had to take off. Wasn’t it you that said you don’t have any fun trying to get your rocks off to a picture? I’m giving you all the sex you want, so you don’t have to do that.”
“Like that’s a good excuse,” I rolled my eyes. “I’ve always got Shannon to fuck around with when you’re not here, dumbass.”
Matt raised his brow, looking as if he believed me, “Oh, really?”
“Sure,” I shrugged. “He’s good for it.”
“What about his girlfriend? What would she say about this?”
“I don’t care,” I shrugged again. “I’m game for a threesome.”
“LILY,” he shrieked.
I laughed. “Oh, come on. Me and Shannon, get real. I’m not that big of a nymph.”
He sighed in relief.
After a few moments, I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor.
“What are you doing?”
“Preparing myself for a good fucking,” I replied casually. “Now, you said I could do anything I want. Does it apply to where I want it done?”
“Huh?” He raised a brow.
I placed my hand on the surface of the glass kitchen table.
“Here?” Matt’s eyes grew wide.
“Well, it’s not like we have that kinda room on the coffee table.”
“On my kitchen table, though?”
“Matt,” I frowned. “It’s my day. If I want you to fuck me on the kitchen table, then fuck me on the freaking kitchen table, dammit!”
“Fine,” he grumbled, looking down at the table.
“And one more thing…It’s your turn to go gladiator on me.”
I almost wanted to retract those words when he turned to look at me. He shot me a sinister smirk, grabbed the back of my head, and violently pulled my face to his. He was growling as he kissed me, gnawing on my lower lip.
“I’m in big trouble, aren’t I?” I asked as he gave me a brief second to breathe.
“You’re damn right,” was his husky reply. He stood up, lifting me out of my chair and slamming me down on the edge of the table. Forcefully, he spread my legs apart and locked them around his waist.
I moaned as he attacked my mouth again, his hands grabbing a fistful of my hair. He literally ripped my jeans in an effort to get them off me.
“Damn, Matt, you can’t keep ripping my stuff.”
He didn’t answer as he peeled them off and slung them on the floor. His hands sent a shiver down my spine as he lifted me up and pulled down my panties, tossing them on top of my jeans.
He positioned himself between my legs again and gave me another teasing, rough kiss. My bra he seemed content leaving as he brushed his hands along my back. He was sucking on my neck while using one hand to unbutton his pants. I heard them fall to the floor, along with his underwear.
I was guided rather roughly to a laying position, but I propped myself up on my elbows; I wanted to watch his every move. His hands latched onto the sides of my hip. The sudden penetration from his erection caused my legs to stiffen, but he didn’t stop as start inching himself into me.
“Oh,” I moaned, throwing my head back.
“You’d better hold on, kid,” he said through gritted teeth. He dug his fingers into my hips as he started slamming my pelvis into his.
“Fuck!” I cried out, “Oh…M-My…G-God!” My eyes rolled back in my head as he continued pounding me into him. My nails were scraping the top of the table as he started that, fast, rough, rhythm he had been bragging about.
Within a matter of minutes, he had hit my G-spot, but, of course, he would slow down before I could climax. He was letting my arousal build to the point that I was going to become submissive to him.
“T-h-hat’s it. Th-hat’s the spot,” I muttered. “W-whatever y-you’re doing...God, Jesus, Mary, and the Three Wise Men!”
Matt chuckled at my Biblical references.
I was writhing on the table, biting my lip to keep from screaming too loud. The intense need for an orgasm was causing my body to tremble. I could feel the heat rising from my core, preparing for an explosive release. That is, if Matt was going to allow me have one.
            He was laughing so hard that he had to stop mid-hump. He was bent forward, bracing himself on the table.
“I thought you never stopped?” I groaned.
“Well,” he began, between his burst of laughter, “if you weren’t shouting Biblical names during sinful acts of fornication, I wouldn’t have to stop.”
“Forget that. Get back to fornicating,” I snapped. “You’ve got me horny as hell.”
“Give me a minute,” he said, trying not to smile.
He took a moment to get over his giggle fit then continued, climbing on top of the table this time.
I was gripping each butt cheek as he started pounding me into the table. I was shouting his name so loud that Lucas, Matt’s dog, came running through the doggy-door. He was barking as he entered the kitchen and witnessed what was happening. Then, disinterested, he trotted into the living room.
Matt ignored the disruption. He was too far into this heated entanglement to really pay much attention to anything other than my screaming
That familiar heat was building, rising to my loins, and then…
“Holy fuck, you guys!” Jenn shrilled as she came sauntering into the kitchen.
“DUDE!” Jeff shouted, shielding his eyes. “You guys totally need a Do Not Disturb sign!”
Matt jumped, falling off the table and causing it to slide a good two feet.
“Matt,” I cried, grabbing the edge of the table to keep from falling off, too.
I tilted my head to glare at our unexpected guests. “Damn it, it’s you two,” I grumbled, trying to sit up. “I was this close…This fucking close.”
Jenn and Jeff, looking just as horrified as Matt, quickly exited the room and went out onto the porch.
“I just want one of us to have a mind-blowing, motherfuckin’ orgasm without getting fuckin’ interrupted by every damn person we know,” I was mumbling as I hopped down off the table. Matt was still sitting on the floor, frozen from shock. “This is the last god damn time I ever plan sex. The only two people left to walk in on us are Shannon and Gilbert!” I left my underwear and pants where they were and stormed out of the room, shouting, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuckity Fuck!”
I went to the guest bedroom to dress and compose myself. Matt had finally uprooted himself from the kitchen floor. He had dressed, put my clothes in the laundry room, and went into the living room. I could hear him apologizing for our little scene.
“I should’ve knocked,” I heard Jenn say.
“Hell yes you should have,” I spat as I came bounding in. I flopped down on the sofa, next to Matt. I glared at her and Jeff as they stood in the doorway. “Did you not learn from last time?”
“Lil…” she began, giving me a heart-breaking look.
I was too perturbed to hear what she had to say. “Save it.”
Crap. Here come the water works.
“Lil, listen, I’m sorry,” her voice broke as she tried to force back tears.
“Yeah, you should be,” I sneered, feeling a bit guilty as I cut her down.
“For everything,” she sobbed. “For everything that’s happened the past couple days, I’m sorry.” She then turned and started to weep into Jeff’s chest.
He was glaring coldly at me, as if he wanted nothing more than to shove me out into traffic and watch as my carcass was ran over by every vehicle in Cameron. Being Matt’s little pet wouldn’t even save me, then.
Matt elbowed me, wanting me to apologize. I nodded, rising and following him to the doorway.
“Jenn…” I sighed as Matt and I simultaneously put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
She quickly shrugged us off. “I came over to tell you guys something important,” she sniffed.
“We kinda know you’re knocked up,” I said. “We were there.”
She rolled her eyes at me and started conversing with Matt. She was going on about how far along she was, and Matt offering the traditional congratulations. My eyes, however, were locked on the new addition to her left hand—a stunning diamond engagement ring.
“Well, fuck me vertical on a glass table,” I muttered, my mouth agape.
I shouldn’t have been so surprised. I knew that she would marry Jeff someday; it was inevitable, but again, I felt that vile burn of jealousy creeping up my throat. I wanted so bad to have a fraction of the fairy tale that she was having. But, I was more the pauper than the princess. Fairy tales just don’t exist for me.
“Yes,” Jenn grinned, following my gaze. “That’s that we wanted to tell you.”
I was in a haze as she chattered about how Jeff proposed. Matt was excited, of course; he popped the cork on some champagne for him and Jeff. I just sat, staring at Jenn as she started asking for wedding advice, as if I’d know. I would nod and smile, when what I really wanted to do, was put my head between my knees and hyperventilate. Then, if I had any lucky at all, my legs would tense up and cut off my air supply.
Jenn and Jeff stayed over until way in the night. I retired early because I could only feign happiness for so long. I didn’t want my inner conflicts to ruin the future Mrs. Hardy’s fun.
I was propped up in bed, pretending to read as I waited for everyone to leave. I heard Matt bidding them goodnight and then the front door being shut and locked.
It was cold outside, so Matt had locked Lucas in for the night. I could hear him cooing to the dog as they trotted up the stairs. He quietly opened the door, thinking I was asleep.
“Hey, I thought you were out cold?” he asked, realizing the lamp was on.
“No,” I shook my head, holding up my novel, which I hadn’t been glanced at for two hours. “After today’s table dance from hell, I’m just physically beat. I thought I’d relax and read while you three partied.”
Lucas gave a soft bark has he hopped up on the bed, making a place at my feet.
“See,” Matt chuckled as he started to disrobe, “I knew you couldn’t take it.”
I frowned. “I never said that. I just can’t take almost being launched off a table.”
“Sorry about that,” he smiled apologetically as he climbed in on his side of the bed. “Next time, I’ll be sure to lock the door…and bolt the table legs to the floor.”
“So, there will definitely be a next time?”
“Of course,” he nodded. “What kind of man do you think I am? That was some of our best stuff today, even Luke thought so.”
“Indeed,” I chuckled, closing my book and sitting it on the nightstand.
Matt helped me get comfortable and actually let me cross the invisible boundary he had made that divided the bed into two equal parts, which neither one of us crossed when sex wasn’t involved. He wrapped an arm around me, pulling my head onto his bare chest.
“So, Jenn and Jeff, huh?” he said after a moment.
“Finally,” I nodded.
“I’m happy for them.”
“Me, too…”
“Can you believe I’m going to be an uncle?”
“Uh, yeah…That generally happens when your brother impregnates someone.”
“Funny,” he chuckled. He paused a moment, stroking my head as he pondered something. “And you?”
“What about me?” I asked. “I’ll still be just Lil in the morning.”
“It has to be surreal to you, though.”
“No.”
“You’re going help plan a wedding,” he continued. “That’s going to be fun.”
“Well, that’s assuming Jeff wants me to be a part of it.”
“Of course, he will.”
He yawned. “It’s going to be something special.” His voice was becoming thick with drowsiness. “You know, I wish I could just capture some of whatever they have in a bottle.”
“You sound like such a girl,” I giggled.
He laughed faintly, slowly slipping into a slumber.
“I’ve kind of already captured what they have, I think,” I said after a moment.
“Really?” he asked, incoherent.
It was now or never. “Yes,” I replied, swallowing hard. “I…uh…I love you, Matt. I really, really love you.”
He was silent, too silent.
I panicked, looking up to see his reaction.
He was asleep.
I sighed, rolling over and shutting off the light.
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