No Right Choice

"Don't..." I sighed and spoke, my lips brushed his and I felt a spark ignite within me, "I ha-" I was cut off, soft lips. They were so soft. I couldn't help but succumb to his whim, if it counts for anything, I've known him for four years. A soft sigh emitted from my mouth as his invaded mine softly, gently. Very different from my other lovers', I usually liked it rough, but right now, the softness was just right. I didn't melt, like so many girls would have, I clutched him harder and tried to get closer. Gasping I pulled away, out of breath. Nightmare's own breath was ragged as we held each other tightly. His deep tones pierced the air, ragged and hoarse, "You what?" My eyes narrowed playfully and I poked his chest, "You of all people should know, I can't help it."

"Nor can I..." I knew he knew about my entire childhood, everything. He was, after all, my angel, my nightmare. As we emerged from the path on the other side of school we watched as everyone ran out, school was out. Quietly I dragged him towards my group of friends when someone leapt on my back. Cinnamon invaded my senses and involuntarily I shuddered. My best friend of 18 years tackled me, I was forced to let go of my Angel's hand. Landing in a pile of limbs I groaned in pain, it was the second time I landed on my back. "Ow!" I yelped as she hugged me excitedly. It had been awhile.

"Hey Hara..." I murmured and she got up and tugged me back to Nightmare. "Hey Erica!" I hated my name and she just used it, again! Sahara or Hara as I called her, looked at the two of us, nodded and said, "He's not all that cute, what do you see in him?" We both blushed, Nightmare shifted and looked at the ground, Hara, seeing she hurt his feelings apologized and he just waved her off, gave her his famous broken smile and said, "It's okay. I don't know what she sees in me either." Hara smirked and pointed at his pants, between his legs, and said, "Obviously that thing in your pants."

Claire and the group had walked over, all of them started laughing, while I went beat red and declared I hadn't seen it. They gave looks of disbelief and Claire looked as if she was saddened by the thought. Shaking my head, I remembered middle school and the beginning of high school, it had been hell without Hara, this was the first time in years I've seen her, and she's still hot as ever. With a short petite body, a nice set of tits, not overly large, but not tiny, I remember her nipples, goddamn I can't believe the time I saw em!

They are waaay to big for the chocolate glob attached to her. Nightmare poked me, wiped his thumb across my mouth, and laughed slightly, "I always knew you thought she was hot..." It was whispered so only Hara, him, and I could here him. The two broke out laughing and I blushed, then my eyes locked on a pair of arms wrapped around a full set of hips, Marik and Claire stood there. The two of them. Together? I felt the need to cry, to gag. Shaking my head I sent them a perfectly fake and broken smile, only Nightmare picked it up though. Hara, well, she wasn't to good at figuring out my fake emotions.

He looked at them and then at me, took my hand and said, "It's getting late, I'll take you home, Rikki." Hara choked on her laughter, watching the two of us. Nodding again, I let go of his pale long fingered hand to hug hara and wave good bye to all my friends. I was waiting for Claire to ask if she could jump on me, like she always did, but she didn't. She just waved. And i felt tears prick my eyes as she kissed his cheek and said she'd be seeing him later. Shaking my head I turned and gripped Nightmare's arm tightly, self-pity and self-loathing washing over me, along with the need to vomit.

Hara gave me one last hug, before Nightmare and I got into the car and drove home. As we drove we talked, stating I was hungry and wanted a beer we pulled over and he went to get McDonalds and said his parents weren't home and that we could drink there.

What a mistake it would be.

Eating McDonalds on the way we made it there fairly quickly and got inside, I forgot who his nieghbor was. As we finished dinner, got shit-faced drunk, I felt him hug me and felt a firey desire to have him. I wanted him for myself. And I couldn't have Claire. I would Never Have hara. I would have him, and let him have me.

As the drinks took over my hazy mind and we were taking shots and all of the suddened rough kisses were placed on me. Soon we stumbled into the living room, his rough kisses instensifying and my hands struggling with his jacket. We both were usually level-headed, drinks made us crazy, I had been depressed and him upset, this was the result. I felt myself falling onto the couch as he crawled on top of me, his lithe pale form covering my own curvy and busty one. His shirt was tossed off and his long black hair tickled my face, god, I loved his hair. The room was dimly lit and it was hard to see. My arms clamped around his back as I gyrated my hips against his, feeling a nice hard organ pushing back.

Nightmare was kissing my neck now, before unsnapping my bra and taking off my shirt and slipping off the black material. His fingers trailed a burning path down my spin, making me shiver. I practically ripped his muscle shirt off, his odd enough, lean and muscular chest came into my hunger, drunken gaze. My nails scratched at him lightly, trailing over his pale skin while he suckled on my neck. For awhile that's all we did, of course this became to much to soon.

My hands slid between our bodies and I lightly stroked him through his pants and boxers. He groaned softly in my ear, I shivered in delight as his dick twitched. Carefully I pushed him on his back with a mischievous glint in my brown eyes. Although his mouth, tongue, lips, and teeth were rough, his large nimble hands were soft and caring, quite a contrast in my eyes. Slowly, torturously, I pulled his pants down, and then his boxers. He wasn't 'hung like a horse' so to speak, but it was at least 7 inches, we'd have to measure it one day. Softly I played my fingers over the shaft and head like it was a flute.

"What ddoo yyooou waaant?" I heard my slurred voice come as it tried to sound seductive. His head was tilted so he could look at me, a lazy smile, a lazy broken smile, crossed his face. He looked like a child, his long black hair splayed across his rugged features and pale face. His voice was also slurred and stuttered, almost timid, "Caan yooou suuck m-me off?" I smiled, a favorite past time of mine was to suck dick. My wet mouth lowered to his hard tool, slowly I took the head in.

Humming lightly around his dick's head I swirled my tongue's tip on the slit and inside a little sloppily. He was groaning lightly and bucking his hips, trying to get me to take more. I loved teasing men like this, I was usually discreet about who I did it for and with, but it was just Nightmare. Slowing my sucking down, I repositioned myself and slowly sunk the rest of his dick in my mouth. Feeling it his the back of my throat I just sucked and bobbed my head for a bit, occasionally scrapping my teeth along his dick, not hard, barely there, feather light you could say. Soon he tensed, ready to shoot his load, but I quickly popped his dick out of my mouth and asked if he had a condom. Quickly he scrambled awkwardly, his dick was hard and ready to blow I would think it would be awkward, and ran into his parents room. Retrieving a condom and slipping it on himself.

Laying back I let him enter me in one swift motion, a loud moan and groan were the result of this. I had worked him up, so he would most likely come first, obviously My Angel didn't want that and rubbed my clit in slow deliberate circles. I was spasming and bucking, I even screamed my orgasm. And soon Nightmare finished, his now limp dick slipping out of my inferno of a cunt. Panting we barely heard the doorbell, and then a banging on the door. Quickly Nightmare pulled on his pants and ran to the door, opening it he looked out.

Claire.

"I heard screaming..." Yawning Nightmare nodded looked about nervously and stood in the doorjamb, sending him a suspicious glance, she said, "Is everything all right?" It was obvious he smelled of booze, sex, and female fluids. He nodded, I hadn't even thought about it when I pulled on his shirt, he just tugged on his pants, and walked to the door. My eyes widened. Her eyes widened. I thought I saw tears. But I was, after all, shit-face drunk. And then she was gone.

What have I done?

And then.

I cried. Again.

"I'm so sorry..." Nightmare held me as we rocked back and forth, he continued to apologize and I fell asleep.

Tomorrow was another day. What it would bring...Only time would tell. ((Yes I know not to much sex. I'm looking more for a story then sex, sex, sex and more sex. I just think a story should have a plot. Though sex scenes and drama will be in every chapter! No, this is not a true story...most of it's fictional. The characters are based off of some people I know. Some people this wouldn't happen to. Names were changed, all of them cept two…but that’s not a big deal. And Nightmare? He's my angel...but...he's not real. Just my fantasy world, my make believe world, and the drama? That's just for you guys. What's a story without drama!? heh, anyways, if you enjoyed it, leave me a review, rate the story, or send me an e-mail.))