AN: Our numbers keep growing and I'm excited/nervous. Big shout out to my A1's from Day 1!! Nothing against my newbies though. 😘I found this neat demographics thingy for the story so expect shoutouts soon.

Ross wakes up with a raging hangover. I try not to laugh too loud but it's a hard feat.

"It's not funny Phoebe!" I hear followed by a groan of pain.

I walk into my room and hand Ross a glass of water along with some pain pills.
"You shouldn't be yelling in your condition." I say with a huge grin on my face.

"I hear you laughing at me, you're a horrible friend." Ross whines.

I shrug off his statement and start cleaning off my bed. Ross takes the hint and helps me take off all of my sheets.
No way in hell am I sleeping in these again until they're properly cleaned.

"Take a shower, it'll help to relax you and you're starting to stink." I command.

He heads off to shower and I go to my closet in search of his duffle bag. We both have bags stashed at each other's places just in case. Once it's successfully in my hand, I open the door slightly to push the bag into my bathroom. We're best friends but I haven't seen him naked since middle school and I'd like to keep it that way.

Ross will take forever in my shower so I decide to clean up the rest of my room. He comes out just as I'm throwing away the last of his beer bottles. The glass clanks loudly and Ross winces in pain.

"Must you be so loud?" He groans and then sits at my breakfast bar. I poke and prod him before he can get too comfortable.

"No sir! You're making us some food! I cleaned, you cook." I point at the ingredients that I left out for him.

Ross is the master making omelets.

He grumbles but I know he's hungry too. "Fine."

While Ross cooks, I go check my phone and notice some missed calls from Mr. M. I debate on calling him back but the choice is taken from me when my phone starts ringing.

"Hello?"

"Finally. Are you free right now? I need a date for this spur of the moment luncheon at my apartment." If it was any other person, they'd sound rushed. But no, Mr. M merely sounds bored.

"Umm. What time?" Ross seems at a better place but I don't want to leave him alone in my apartment.

He might start crying on my pillows or he might find a cute rebound walking around the building. With him it's either one extreme or another.

"It starts in an hour."

"An hour!" I yell. Of course I didn't even know I was going to say yes until just now. The panic of getting ready has already set in so I might as well go with it.

"Do you want me to pick up a dress for you?" Mr. M has already seen me during crunch-time and his question let's me know that he cares.

"No it's okay. Wait. Your apartment? Don't you live in another state?" Another panic sets in because now I'll have to figure out how to get there while simultaneously getting myself ready.

"I moved here, remember? See you in thirty." *Click*

I shriek in pure frustration, then I remember Ross is  cooking for me.

"Ross!"

"What!?" If he can tell that means he's feeling better, the medicine must've kicked in.

"Change in plans! I'm going to a luncheon, but you still have to make my omelet! Just don't add spinach."
I can always reheat it later.

In my closet I pull out a simple white patterned dress. It's efficient and to the point, I think, and since I don't know these people they might think that I always look like this. It also means that if I don't like the food, I could just say that I don't want anything to spill on my dress.

Lori Harvey is the name of the woman. She looks great!

I walk out smoothing the bottom down over my thighs so the first thing I see is Mr. M's polished brown leather shoes. My eyes trail up his dark jeans to his crisp white shirt and I stop at his eyes. He's checking out my outfit with an angry look. I nearly turn around to grab another dress but Mr. M pounces on me and drags me out of my apartment.

I barely even got to tell Ross goodbye.

Halfway down the stairs Mr. M stops, turns around, pulls me right up against his body, and kisses me. And not just a peck on the cheek. 

No, we're fully making out in the stairwell like hormone crazed teens. I never realized how much I wanted this, until now.

Mr. M has a hand pressed up against my spine and the other inching it's way up my inner thigh from the back. I moan against his lips and accidentally give him access to my tongue. A rookie mistake really.

Mr. M deepens the kiss and his hand inches it's way up my thigh to my butt. I swat his hand away but it only seems to make him more aggressive to have access to anything under my dress. I finally have to grab his hand in one of mine while the other is securely gripping his thick hair.

I give his hair a rough tug to MAYBE pull him back but he only growls and presses himself closer to me. I feel his erection against my thigh and I get excited myself.

'Surely, I shouldn't be this wanton after just losing my virginity the day before. Isn't there supposed to be a rest session, just like a girl's first ever period? I remember that after the first sight of blood, I had to wait a couple of months until it came back for good every month. Isn't losing your virginity supposed to be the same way? Have sex once, then wait a couple of months before trying again? Wait-!'

My deep thinking was interrupted by Mr. M pulling down my black thong underwear. Since I wasn't paying attention, he took the opportunity and now I'm feeling a non-existent breeze.

I try to shove him away but it doesn't work, so I break our kiss instead to glare. Mr. M gives me a quick peck and smiles against my lips. Only he can make me hot in two entirely different ways at the same time.

"Give them to me." He must hear someone coming up the stairs, I hear someone too a second later.

I have two options here. One, I can quickly hand them over. Or two, get caught pulling them back up by the person waking up the stairs.

"Dammit." I mutter. Mr. M wastes no time snatching them from around my ankles, his triumphant grin makes me wish I took the second option.

I push past Mr. M and start walking down the stairs. The person coming up was someone I don't see often, my upstairs neighbor. She's old, wrinkly, and would've definitely dubbed me a common whore if she saw what just happened. She's extremely old school to where, even though Mr. M is the responsible, she'll blame me for my now bare bottomed situation. We've never seen eye to eye, the old lady and me.

Nothing was said as we pass though we do lock eyes, it's our custom. Her gaze breaks first to get an eye full of Mr. M. I smirk at her expression. It's a mix between lust and shame for being lustful.

Mr. M opens the car door for me but I think he only did so to grab my ass. I swat his hand again and glare.

"I don't think I like this new handsy Mr. M."

He laughs and closes my door.

We get to his apartment with only 15 minutes to spare. Instead of getting out, Mr. M's hand lightly inches up the inside of my thigh. I clench my legs around the intrusion as an automatic reaction.

"What-" I start.

Mr. M cuts me off with another kiss. His car was on the cooler side so his warmth is welcomed. As I relax, Mr. M's hand found its way in between my thighs.

I want it to be known that I pushed his hand away in maidenly outage. Of course that's a lie because one, I'm no longer a maiden and two, I'm more outraged about the fact that he wants to have sex in his car instead of in the perfectly useful bed at my place. All we had to do was kick Ross out, which wouldn't have been hard. Especially considering how much I want Mr. M in this moment.

I moan in bliss as his fingers stroke my sensitive skin. It's like my body only responds this way when he's around, I'm nearly shaking with anticipation because I know how good this will feel. Mr. M slowly kisses my neck and my hand starts running over the bulge in his pants.

Unsatisfied with the texture of his jeans, I unbuckle them and pull his erection free from its restraints. I give Mr. M a naughty grin and he watches as I use his fingers to gather some of my natural lubrication and transfer it over to his penis. Now I can stroke him without friction.

Mr. M pants against my neck as his fingers continue their torture. I nearly lose it when I feel them pushing for entrance.

Both of us jump when my alarm makes itself known.

"What the hell-" Mr. M is furious that he has to stop in order for me to gather my purse and find my phone. I do it one handed because the other is still wrapped around his girth.

"I set an alarm for when the luncheon-the luncheon!" I quickly remove my hand and his. "This thing is at YOUR apartment! We can't skip it to have sex." I straighten my dress and climb out of the car.

"That's exactly what was going to happen if that damned alarm didn't go off." I hear Mr. M say before he straightens up and gets out of the car.

I pretend to not hear him even though he's right.

I can hear the noise of the people before we even make it to the door. Mr. M grabs the knob before looking back at me.

"You sure about this? One word and we can go back to the car." He states. I can tell he's joking because he doesn't even give me a chance to answer before he opens the door.

AN: More sexy-sexy soon to cum. I had to stretch my writing legs out because I haven't written a smut scene in a minute. Sorry if you don't like this, I was writing it in parts when I could and I knew that you guys needed to know that I'm alive. SDC will be back in a couple of days!

P.S. I just joined a bookclub for romance authors! It still has spots open.!! Go to Insidemyworld 's page and the rules and form are in one of her books!