Rob took Lizzy by the hand and led her through the crowded lounge to where Greg and Shauna were talking with Tess and Shorty. The music was loud so he jerked his head in hello, and then bent down to Lizzy. "Do you want a drink?"

"Just a coke thanks." She beamed at him and couldn't believe he'd asked her to come to the party in his car. Lizzy looked around the room in search of Drew. He'd flirted with her on Thursday at the café. She spotted him talking with some of the people he sat with at lunch. Lizzy hung her head and smiled.

She couldn't decide who she liked better Rob or Drew. Both were hot and great hockey players. Drew probably had a little more bad boy in him but maybe Rob did too, especially after finding out he'd been sent to the office yesterday. Lizzy had decided that she liked bad boys. She watched as Rob made his way back with her coke. He had a beer in his other hand. He was wearing jeans and a white long sleeved grandpa style t-shirt. The top buttons undone and the sleeves pushed up. Nothing special but for some reason it looked amazing against his tanned skin and dark hair. Lizzy smiled up at him as he handed her the drink.

"Hope it's cold enough," he said over the din, and then lifted his stubby to take a mouthful.

"Should you be drinking?"

Rob frowned. What the fuck? Was she his mother now? He grinned as he shook his head and said, "Probably not. But it's a party and I need to let loose."

"You're driving." Lizzy shot him and accusing look. "You're not one of those silly boys who drink and drive are you? Maybe I should hold your keys."

"Thanks for worrying." Rob bent down, kissed her forehead, and patted her on the bum. He left his hand rest there as he murmured in her ear, "I'll be right."

She moved so his hand fell away.

Rob grinned. Oops...pleasures of the flesh. No touching. He'd forgotten about that. Maybe he shouldn't have asked her to come with him. He looked around the room. Becky was sitting on the couch with Trin. They were both drinking Cruisers, laughing with a few other girls from their lunch group.

"Who wants a game of beer pong?" Scott jabbed Rob in the ribs as he took a mouthful of his drink. Beer spilled everywhere.

"Fuck. Scott." Rob licked his hand and grinned. "Yeah, I'm in." He touched Lizzy on the butt again and quickly put his lips on hers just for shits and giggles. She brushed his hand away. Rob chuckled. "Be back in a minute."

*****

"How many beers is that?" Lizzy looked up at Rob as he leant on the wall. "You've been gone for ages."

He smiled at her puckered up cute little face. Rob pulled her towards him. "I don't know." He pushed her hair behind her ear and bent down to kiss her.

She put her hand on his mouth before he could connect. "You're supposed to be driving me home."

"Yeah. I know. Sorry." Rob grinned, cocked his head, and then wrapped his arm around her waist. "I'll pay for an uber," he said as he moved in to kiss her again but she stopped him.

"Rob. Everyone can see."

He chuckled. "It's okay." Rob ran his hand over her backside. "No one's taking any notice." He looked around the room. Becky Bridgestone was sitting on the couch with Hunter Jones but staring straight at Rob. He held her gaze. Something clicked in his head. He let go of Lizzy as he looked down at her and said, "Right. Sorry."

Lizzy frowned and moved away. She headed in Drew's direction. Rob realised he had competition but figured Drew probably wasn't going to get any further than he had. He smiled to himself. Did he care? The way he was feeling right now he didn't care about much. He went and got another beer.

"Looks like you haven't made the greatest impression with Lizzy." Greg laughed.

Lizzy was sitting with Drew. He was holding her hand and smiling at her.

Rob chuckled as he said, "Hope he hasn't had too much to drink. She needs a lift home." He shrugged and screwed up his face. "Not sure she's my type anyway. A bit motherly." He laughed again and went down the hall to find the toilet. When he came back, he propped against the wall once more.

Hunter Jones was caressing Becky's cheek. He brushed her hair behind her ear. She smiled as Hunter leaned in and kissed the side of her mouth. Rob's stomach muscles clenched. He had no idea why it was eating at him but if she left with Jones, Rob thought he might just punch the bastard. Better to stop it before it goes any further. He pushed off the wall, and headed towards them. Hunter turned away from Becky to grab his drink from the side table. Rob bent down, seized her wrist, and then yanked her to her feet.

"What the hell?" She glared at him and tried to wrench her hand from his grasp. "What are you doing?"

"Jarvis! What the fuck?" Hunter made a grab for Becky.

Rob pulled her out of reach. "Didn't you tell me to take a number the other day?" Rob jerked his head at Hunter. "So, guess what? I just drew number one." He pushed through the crowd dragging Becky behind him. No one took any notice. The music was too loud.

She struggled to get her wrist free but Rob gripped tighter. Hunter tried to grab her again. Rob turned on him. "Fuck off, Jones!" He loomed over Hunter and shoved him hard in the chest. "You've had your turn. It's mine now."

Hunter stumbled backwards and almost fell. "What the fuck! She's with me."

Rob cocked his head. "Not tonight." He moved off again and hauled Becky behind him.

"What the hell are you doing?" She clawed at the back of his hand to try to get him to release his hold on her.

Rob pushed open the bedroom door and shoved Becky inside. He shut it, clicked the lock in place, turned on the lamp, and then made Becky sit on the bed.

She stood up and shoved him in the chest. "What the fuck do you think you're doing dragging me in here like I'm a piece of meat?" Becky put her hands on her hips and pushed her face forward. "In case you don't realise it. I hate you, cave man! Do you understand that or do I have to spell it out for you? I H. A. T. E. You!"

"I don't care if you hate me." Rob folded his arms across his chest and rested against the door. They stared at each other.

Anger consumed Becky. As she sat on the bed an idea came to her. She smirked, shuffled slowly backwards, and leaned against the bedhead with her knees slightly bent. Becky put her hand on her inner thigh taking hold of the hem of her skirt. "So, is this where I fuck you so you'll leave me alone?" She ran her tongue over her bottom lip and opened her legs a fraction.

Rob sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He looked at her in thought. As he caught sight of her coloured panties, he decided he'd play her game and see how far she'd go. He stepped forward and said, "Yeah...why not." He peeled his shirt off, grabbed her by the ankles, and tugged.

Becky landed on her back, her skirt drawn up with Rob half on top of her pinning her hands to the bed.

He'd done it so fast. Becky gasped for breath, shocked. She hadn't expected him to do that. Maybe she'd pushed too far. Becky stared up into his eyes and took another lungful of air. Was he going to rape her? His eyes twinkled. Was he bluffing? What should she do? She could feel his warm breath on her face as he breathed. Time stood still as they stared at each other.

Becky sucked in more air. He brought his mouth down on hers and kissed her tenderly. Then he pulled away only to touch her lips with his again and move them slowly once more. He stopped. His lips just barely leaving hers. Once more, he kissed her. A surge of sensation rippled in the pit of Becky's stomach. She drew in a breath and closed her eyes. It was nice. She mimicked his lips movements. He was gentle, not rough as she thought he might be. His kiss deepened. He let go of her wrists so she put her arms around his neck, ran her fingers through his hair and sighed against his mouth. She felt him run his hand down her body, and then push her skirt higher. He lifted his weight, dragged her beneath him, and pushed himself between her thighs. Becky felt him hard against her.

She panicked, pulled her mouth away, and gasped in a breath trying to think how to stall him.

Rob's mouth moved to her neck as his hand found her backside. He lifted his weight once more and settled more comfortably against her. Oh no, Becky thought, as a rush of panic swept through her. She'd gone too far this time. Every muscle she had tensed as she wondered what to do.

Rob felt her instantly freeze up. She was no slut but he'd keep touching her for a little while longer to see what she'd do. He moved his hand to the back of her thigh. She did feel good, but he wasn't going to force himself on her, he just wanted to scare her a little, and make her realise the games she played could turn dangerous.

Becky gripped his hand to stop its movement.

Using his knee, Rob pushed her legs further apart. He ran his hand up and touched the bare flesh of her hip, as he drew her closer. He dragged in a breath, man... she did feel good. So good, in fact, that he'd have to stop this soon or he was going to embarrass the hell out of himself by messing in his pants, but she wasn't panicked enough yet. He settled his whole weight against her as he groaned into her neck, and then put his lips to hers once more.

She turned her head to the side. "Rob..."

He heard panic in her voice as she pushed against his chest. There was only one way to really stop her from playing her stupid slut game and that was to make her really scared. He moved his lips lower. Her whole body was tense under his.

"Please don't," she pleaded.

In Rob's mind it wasn't enough. He moved his hand to touch her shirt where her breast was and pushed against her once more. He really wished this was real, that he wasn't making her scared, that she wanted to be here with him and he hated doing this to her but he needed her to reveal who she really was and to understand her actions could lead her into a very dangerous situation. Rob groaned and sighed against her neck. "Okay, I'll stop, Lizzy..."

The word jolted him like a hit with a stun gun. "Fuck..." Where the hell had that come from? It wasn't part of his plan. He could tell Becky was crying. Rob rolled over taking her with him. Tears streamed down her face. He'd achieved his goal so why did he feel so bad? He should be happy that he'd proved that she wasn't easy. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Becky, I just wanted..."

She slapped him hard across the face, scrambled off the bed and bolted from the room. Rob sucked in a breath and rested his arm on his forehead. What the fuck just happened? Why had he called her Lizzy? He hadn't meant that to happen or to feel as crushed as he did for making her cry. He'd just wanted to see if she'd ice up on him and make her admit she wasn't a slut, which she obviously wasn't, so...why was she making out she was easy? He lay there a long time thinking about her and what had just happened.

Rob couldn't believe the electricity that had run through his body when she'd returned his kiss. He'd almost lost sight of his true intentions. A chuckle lifted the corner of his mouth. He had to see the funny side of it because he'd called her Lizzy and they were nothing alike. Not even close. Now he was really screwed. How much had he had to drink? He drew in some deep breaths to settle his body. Man... Becky Bridgestone felt good. He let out another breath at the thought of her. Rob smiled, climbed off the bed and pulled on his shirt. How was he ever going to get her to forgive him?

*****

Becky ran from the room, down the hallway, out the back door and into the yard. She hid in the dark against the side of the house and wrapped her arms around her body. Tears streamed down her face.

She'd watched him touching and flirting with Lizzy all night, and then for him to kiss her like he had, to then call her Lizzy. It was so humiliating. She gasped back a sob and angrily wiped away her tears. He'd kissed her so nicely and the way he'd touched her had sent desire through her whole body. Sensations she'd never felt before. It scared her. She hadn't meant to respond like she did.

Her heart had cried out to him thinking that maybe he really liked her. But it was Lizzy he was thinking of. Not her. His gentle kisses and caresses were for Lizzy. She couldn't go back inside.

Becky dried her face, sucked in a lungful of air and pushed off the wall. The side fence was too high to climb over and there was no way she was leaving through the front. She'd have to go over the back and hoped the neighbour behind didn't have a dog.

As she neared the garden shed, she heard voices.

"A little harder."

Becky strained to listen.

"Ah...yeah...that's good." Heavy breathing and a loud groan carried through the night air.

Becky crept closer to the corner of the shed and peeped around it. Drew was leaning against the wall, his face tilted to the star filled sky, gasping. Becky quickly pulled her head back and covered her mouth. He groaned again so she took another look. A girl was on her knees in front of him. Drew had his hand on the back of her head thrusting backwards and forwards.

"Fuck...that's so good," he panted.

Becky watched the girl lift her face to look up at him.

She giggled and said, "So you like it?"

"Yeah...Lizzy. Fuck. Don't stop."

Becky covered her mouth and pulled her head back out of sight. OMG! She bit on her lip to stop from making any sound. She wondered if Rob realised his beloved Lizzy was getting it on with Drew.

Fuck him. Served the bastard right. Becky slunk away and hid on the opposite side of the shed. It was a shock seeing Lizzy doing that. Becky chortled into her hands. Her own worries didn't seem so bad now.

She heard Drew groan loudly and Lizzy giggle again. Becky figured they were finished. She waited until they went back inside so she could climb the fence into the next yard and head home.

Copyright © 2017 by Donna Fieldhouse. All rights reserved.

Was Rob's plan a good plan?

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