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The Guidelines of Sex & Friendship	By : delicatektheory Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 1884 -:- 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.

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            Prologue
How They Met...
            "Little Miss I'll-Do-Anything-On-A-Dare suddenly backs out of a tattoo? I thought this is what you wanted for your birthday?"
            Jas Merrette. It certainly was a surprise to see him at Shannon's tattoo parlor at this time of night. Even so, it was more surprising that Shannon was still here. He had told Jeff and I that he would be locking up around seven-thirty, so the three of us could go out for a round of drinks, seeing as Jeff and I were rarely together when Shannon had some free time.
            "Well, if you were wise, you'd back out to," I heard the snappy retort of a female as I stepped over the threshold. Jeff was following closely behind me. "There is no way in hell I'd be letting Shannon come anywhere near me with a needle."
            "I would have to agree with her on that one," I said.
            Jas was sitting in one of the leather chairs and his left forearm was extended over the table as Shannon delicately tattooed a tribal design onto it. There was a name tattooed above the design, but I couldn't read it from where I was standing.
            "Oh, hey guys," Jas greeted, giving Jeff and I a partial wave. He smiled that million-dollar, borderline smug smile that I was most familiar with. If I had not known him as well as I did, I probably would have taken offense to it.
            Jas was a good guy. A bit of a jerk, maybe, and he sure as hell couldn't hold his own in a wrestling ring, but, in my opinion, he was a great guy. He had certainly had my back these last couple of months as I struggled to get over the heartache of my break-up with Amy.
            "I didn't know you were in town."
            "We thought we would come by and shoot the breeze with Shannon," I explained as I strode over and shook his extended hand, "but it looks like he has a few stragglers that refuse to leave."
            "Yeah," he laughed, rolling his eyes in the direction of the young woman sitting in the corner. "I had called in a favor, because Thumper, over there, wanted a tattoo for her birthday, but once she found out Shannon was doing the tattoo she chickened out."
            I followed Jas's gaze.
            My initial thought was, I suppose, the average one. Why was she on crutches? But I could have cared less about the answer to that question whenever she briefly looked at me and then to Jas. Where had he been hiding this beautiful, emerald-eyed creature?
            "I swear, if you fucking call me Thumper one more time," she warned, shaking her right crutch at Jas, "I'm going to thump this crutch upside your head."
            "And that charming little thing," Jas chuckled, "that's Lil...Lil, this is Matt and Jeff Hardy."
            Jas had spoke of his younger sister often, but we had never been given the opportunity to meet. I could see why...she was certainly easy on the eyes and hard on the dick. Her white button-up blouse was unbuttoned, down to the curvature of her breasts, and a few strands of her dark brown hair were nestled within her cleavage. How could a grown man, with his three-second attention span, who hasn't been laid in months, ignore that? If I had been Jas, I would have never let her walk out of the house looking like that. However, she could have been in a nun's outfit, and I still would have given her the once-over.
            Lil gave Jeff a pleasant wave and then she zeroed in on me. Her emerald eyes dancing with intrigue as she looked me over. She smirked, apparently happy with what she saw.
            "Hi, Matt," she said, smiling.
            "Hi."
            Jas was watching this interaction, eyeing his sister cautiously.
            "He's too old for you, Lil."
            Lil rolled her eyes, groaning.
            "You say that about everyone. Either way you look at it, Jas, a dick's a dick and age is a number."
            I was taken a back. How could a mouth that heavenly-looking say something so vulgar, but equally arousing?
            "Oh, for the love of God," Jas groaned. "I need to started making you where a muzzle. How many times do we have to go over this? Do not talk about sexual activities or make sexual innuendos around my friends."
            In the same breath, Lil spoke to her brother and told me to take a seat.
            "First off, Shannon is my friend, too; therefore, my not saying anything sexual is null and void. Secondly, it's a free country. Have a seat, Matt."
            She moved her crutches out of the empty seat next to her, so I felt obligated to sit down, despite the fact that I was uncomfortable doing so.
            "She's got you on that one," Shannon laughed as he wiped a bit of excess blood off Jas's arm.
            Jeff, Shannon, and Jas commenced to talking, but they were murmuring so I had difficulty in joining the conversation.
            There I sat, nervous as this virtually mysterious vixen stared me down.
            "So, today's your birthday?" I asked, clearing my throat.
            I didn't care to know the answer, but I could not take her looking at me the way she was, so I had to come up with something.
            "It was a couple days ago."
            "How old are you?"
            She waited a beat.
            "Twenty-five."
            "Happy Belated Twenty-fifth Birthday."
            "Thanks."
            Silence.
            Lil turned in her chair slightly, shifting so that she could get a better look at me.
            "So, you're the wrestler, huh?" she asked.
            "Ummm, yeah," I answered awkwardly. "Are you a fan?"
            Given the fact that she had asked if I was a wrestler, it implied that she didn't watch wrestling and that there was no need to ask my counter question, but I suddenly found myself lacking common sense in her presence.
            "No," she replied with a laugh, "but I have to say, if they all look as good as you do, I just might start tuning in on occasion."
            "Too old for you," Jas reminded, momentarily stopping his conversation with the others.
            Lil rolled her eyes, and grumbled, "Every guy I flirt with, he thinks I'm trying to date them or sleep with them."
            I could feel myself blushing in response.
            Another silence.
            "So, who's diabolical bitch broke your heart?"
            I turned to look at her, slightly surprised.
            "How do you know that?"
            She chuckled.
            "Two reasons: it's practically written on your face and you keep acting like you're afraid of me. Shying away from the opposite sex is a tell-tell sign."
            I said nothing.
            "I understand what you're going, through," she continued. "My boyfriend just dumped me not too long ago...Let me guess, she cheated, right?"
            I nodded.
            "With a best friend or a random stranger?"
            "Best friend," I replied softly.
            She winced. "Ouch...Yeah, that's always brutal. It happened while you were away on business, right?"
            "Close," I sighed. "She was away on business. Amy's a wrestler as well. I was out having surgery on my knee, so she started traveling with Adam."
            "Double ouch."
            I nodded, feigning a laugh.
            "Want to know the best part?"
            "Sure," she laughed, "if there is a best part."
            "Adam got married a few months before, and we were both at the wedding."
            "Ah, well, he sounds like a real peach."
            "Yeah," I shrugged.
            "How long ago was this?"
            "Few months."
            "Yikes, a fresh wound."
            "I suppose so."
            "How long were you two together?"
            "On and off for about six years."
            She didn't say anything else for a moment or two.
            "About the same for me," she sighed. "It sucks, doesn't it?"
            "Yeah," I laughed. "It does."
            "I mean, you think, you've found the one," she continued, "only to find that they've screwed everyone else. And now, here we both are reminiscing about the two useless pieces of trash that broke our hearts, is that not some shit or what?"
            I laughed again, nodding.
            "And while you're on the mend," she lowered her voice, "you find yourself wanting to fuck the random stranger sitting next to you, because this is the first time you haven't been in a committed relationship."
            I heard what she had said, but I just couldn't believe it.
            "I beg your pardon?"
            She leaned in, close to my ear, and whispered slowly, "Do...You...Want...To...Fuck?"
            My eyes widened and I gulped.
            "I'm going to have to pass," I replied, barely above a whisper. "You're Jas's sister and I don't even know you."
            "That's the beauty of a one-night stand, Matthew," she grinned, sitting back in her chair and making certain that I had a good view of her breasts. "No one has to know. It's wham, bam, thank you, ma'am."
            "Seriously, I'm going to have to pass. Thank you for the offer, though."
            She shrugged. "Fine, suit yourself."
            More silence.
            "I could make it worth your while, you know?" she persisted, in a low alluring tone.
            My voice hitched as I spoke. "I don't doubt that."
            She gave me a cheeky grin, biting that gorgeous, plump, kissable lower lip.
            "Well, since you're too courteous to give me a good fucking, do you see the harm in making-out and/or groping me inappropriately?"
            She was being very persuasive, and given my desperation for sexual contact of any kind, I found myself wanting to consider it. If Jas had not been sitting across the room from me, I probably would have accepted.
            "You think about it, stud," she said as she patted my knee, "and I'm going to be in the bathroom. Let me know your answer when I get back."
            She grabbed her crutches and waddled her way to the back.
            What the hell had I just gotten sucked into?
            I needed air.
            I stiffly got to my feet and slipped out the door.
            I stood on the sidewalk for several minutes, breathing in that thick, hot summer air. It wasn't until I had gotten to the back entrance of GasChamber Ink that I realized what I was doing. My mind had already told my body what I wanted to do without me being conscious of it.
            "Oh, what the hell," I sighed as I quietly opened the door.
            Lil was coming out of the bathroom when I slipped inside.
            "Clever," she stated, noting that I had successfully avoided her brother's over-protective radar. "So, where do you want to do this?"
            I shrugged, nodding toward Shannon's office, which also dubbed as a storage facility.   "In there, I guess."
            She nodded, and I followed her into the room.
            I flipped on the lights and closed the door, locking it.
            When I had turned around, Lil had already made herself comfortable on a few stacked storage boxes.
            "You're going to fuck me," she remarked, absolutely certain.
            I strolled toward her.
            "Is that so?"
            "Yep...At least that's what the giant boner in your jeans is telling me."
            I smirked as I ran my index finger down the side of her jaw. "What makes you think it's not naturally that big?"
            "Oh," she giggled with delight, "Now, if you tell a girl something like that, you have no choice, but to let her have a sneak peek."
            "Maybe...if you're lucky."
            Lil eyed me, her eyes sparkling. She slowly started to unbutton her blouse further.
            "You show me yours, and I'll show you mine."
            I grabbed her hand and stepped between her slightly splayed legs.
            I felt an electric shock run through my system as we touched.
            Lil stared at me curiously, but didn't pull her hand out of mine.
            She was right...I was going to fuck her and probably suffer the consequences.
            I moved her hand out of the way and finished the rest of the unbuttoning.
            "You really are a gentleman, Matthew."
            "You won't be saying that in a few minutes."
            "I can't wait."
            Lil pulled my muscle shirt up, over my head, and then tossed it to the floor.
            "Nice," she grinned, admiring my muscular physique. "Very nice."
            The first smoldering kiss she planted on my abdomen sent a series of chills down my spine. She expertly moved her mouth up the front of my body, to my neck, and then finally to my mouth. Sucking on those sweet, succulent lips, gave me a unique sense of satisfaction�something I hadn't felt in a long time.
            Lil pulled back, mostly for breathing purposes.
            "If you fuck as good as you kiss, I think I'm onto something."
            I chuckled, wrapped one arm around her waist. She responded by locking her legs around me.
            My engorged member was becoming excruciatingly painful and pressing it against her inner thigh didn't help matters. I groaned.
            As if sensing my discomfort, Lil's hands went to my belt buckle. She blindly unbuckled it and slid her warm hand down the front of my jeans.
            "Mmmm," She moaned in satisfaction and flicked the tip of her tongue across my lips. She started massaging me, causing me to almost sink to me knees.
            I groaned, kissing her lips.
            "Matt?"
            "Huh?" was all I could mutter.
            "I'm not wearing any underwear."
            Normally, that probably would have alarmed me, but seeing as she had a hold of my groin, I wasn't going to pass judgments. I was going to remove my clothes and make love to this beautiful woman on top of these storage boxes�that's what I was going to do.
            We didn't have as long as I would have liked, but ten minutes would suffice after being celibate for months on end.
            "We need to do this again sometime," Lil said as we finished dressing and I helped her down off the boxes.
            "Sure," I laughed, but I wasn't being serious.
            It wasn't that I didn't enjoy it, but it was a one time occurrence. I didn't plan to see her again, not after the way Jas caught her looking at me.
            She slipped out of the room and then I went out the back door and came around to the entrance again. Lil was already seated, reading a magazine, when I came through the door.
            The ringing bell caught everyone's attention this time.
            "You okay, man?" Jeff asked, looking at me a moment. "Dude, what the hell did you do to your lip?"
            I furrowed my brow in confusion.
            "It's bleeding."
            I licked my lower lip and a rusty taste filled my mouth. My expression soured.
            Lil was muffling a snicker. She must have bit me in an effort to keep from moaning too loudly during our little rondevu .
            "I...uh...bit myself...maybe...I think...I don't know."
            I quickly went and sat down. This time I sat a couple seats down from her, as if that would somehow rid me of my guilt.
            Jeff, Shannon, and Jas were looking at me inquisitively.
            "What?"
            No answers.
            Lil suddenly burst into laughter.
            Jas gave her a narrow-eyed look and then looked at me.
            "What's going on here?"
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