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becca martin (olliewhipped) wrote in lifeasweknowit,
@ 2010-10-24 14:44:00

Entry tags:

!complete, character: becca martin, character: clayton tenney, player: crystal, player: lena

log: becca and clay
Who: Becca Martin and Clay Tenney
What: Becca seduces Clay
Where: party at Clay's old frat
When: Friday October 23, late evening
Rating: R for sexytimes. Or something.

It was a bit of an understatement to say that Becca had been having a bad week. Not only was Alan still not talking to her, someone had decided to rub that fact in by sending her a video of him having sex with another girl. Becca probably would've handled it better had it been some random girl, but it hadn't been some random girl. It had been Maggie… his bitch ex-girlfriend that had lied and tried to turn everyone against him.

Ant had successfully distracted her for several hours, but she had still jumped at the opportunity to spend the weekend with Addie. After all, she had known that if anyone was capable of pulling her out of that… funk, for lack of a better word, it was her favorite cousin.

She had been right. Campus life was a non-stop party, if you were hanging out with the right people, and Addie was definitely hanging out with the right people.

Becca didn't officially decide that her week was looking up until she found out that her friend Clay was planning to spend his Saturday night on campus. His old frat was throwing some party, and he invited them to check it out.

Determined to have a good time, she'd decided to throw caution to the wind and dress a little sexier than usual. She knew there would be a lot of hot college guys at the party, after all, and though she had no intention of hooking up with any of them, her ego could definitely use some stroking.

Unsurprisingly, she had caught the attention of several guys once they'd arrived at the party, and they'd spent the evening plying her with drinks between dances.

Through the course of the evening, Becca consumed enough alcohol to make her typical babble and blush non-existent. That was quite convenient, considering that she practically had a harem of attractive men chasing after her.

Oddly enough, though, her attention keep floating back to one man… her friend, Clay. It seemed that he was having the same problem, though, because she had caught him staring at her several times.

At some point, she came to the conclusion that he was looking at her because he was attracted to her. Until now, their relationship had been completely platonic, but she didn't hate thinking that he was attracted to her. After all, she happened to think that he was incredibly attractive.

Becca extracted herself from her current dance partner when she caught her friend staring once again, and she closed the distance between them. A slower song had just begun to play, but she thought nothing of leaving the guy standing there.

"Dance with me," she breathed as she reached her destination. It was a request, but she didn't wait for him to answer before she slipped her hand into his and pulled him onto what was serving as the dance floor.

Becca pulled Clay a lot closer than she would have under normal circumstances, but she found that she liked the way it felt when his body brushed against hers.

"Having a good night?" she questioned as she shifted even closer.

Clay was going to hell.

It had been a few hours since Becca had walked in and he had been utterly unable to take his eyes off of her. Part of that could be blamed on the large amount of alcohol he'd consumed and there was no denying that the girl looked hot as hell tonight, but that didn't change the fact that she was in high school. Becca was like a little sister to him. He shouldn't be thinking about her the way he was tonight.

He knew he should have said no when she asked him to dance, but Clay found himself nodding his head. Not that she'd given him any time to object, anyway. In his current state, though, this was what he wanted. He was drunk, he was lonely. He didn't have it in him to resist at the moment.

It didn't help matters when Becca pulled him so close. He groaned softly, almost imperceptibly when her curves brushed against him while they danced. He forced himself to keep his eyes on hers rather than looking down at her breasts like the other guys had been doing and he kept his hands firmly and safely planted on her hips, but there was no controlling his body's automatic reaction to her close proximity to him.

"Yes, I am. You?" he answered her. His mouth felt incredibly dry. Was it incredibly warm in this room or was it just him?

Her gaze moved to his mouth when he began to speak. His bottom lip was… she imagined taking it between her teeth… tracing the tip of her tongue over it. She was willing to bet that he tasted absolutely amazing.

"I… am having a great time," she answered distractedly.

It took a fair amount of willpower, but she managed to tear her gaze from his lips. As she did, though, the tips of her fingers trailed up the back of his neck and she began to toy with the hair that grew there.

Their bodies were pressed together, and she fell silent for a moment as she focused on how incredibly good that felt.

"Mmmmm," she hummed softly. "I've been thinking about kissing you."

"Er... uh... do... huh?"

Clay was normally a little more eloquent, but he was taken by surprise when she said she’d been thinking about kissing him. He shouldn’t. He knew he shouldn’t. A very big part of him wanted to, though, and he felt incredibly guilty for that.

She just looked so... guh. How was it possible that the girl he thought of as a little sister figure looked so.. hot. It really wasn’t fair, especially when he knew the thoughts he was having now were completely inappropriate when she was only seventeen.

He wanted to tell her they couldn’t. At the same time, he wanted to lean down and brush his lips over hers. They looked soft. He found himself wondering how they tasted. He couldn’t quite bring himself to find out, though, so he stood there and stammered at her stupidly instead as he tried to remember to keep dancing.

Becca wasn't phased by his stammering. Her eyes locked with his as her fingers continued to play in his hair. Their bodies were pressed flush together.

"I saw the way you were looking at me," she answered as she leaned in to brush her lips lightly over the side of his neck. "You can't tell me that you haven't thought about it." She brushed yet another kiss over the side of his neck. "You… me… a little taste… a little touch..."

She was going to be incredibly embarrassed when she sobered up, but that was easily the furthest thing from her mind at the moment. Her teeth grazed over his skin before she pulled back to look at him.

"I know you've thought about it…"

Becca was right. He couldn’t deny that he’d thought about it. Before tonight, that wouldn’t have held true, but with the way she was dressed.. he couldn’t help looking at her in an entirely new light, now matter how wrong he knew that was.

“I.. we.. we shouldn’t,” he protested weakly, but his eyes closed as her lips brushed over the side of his neck and his protests tapered off into a low moan. It wasn’t fair that her lips could feel so good. It wasn’t fair that he could feel her chest against his and that he couldn’t help thinking about just how hot she looked tonight.

Her lips, her teeth. Clay could barely think straight, but some part of him still knew he shouldn’t be doing this. “Becca,” he breathed. He wanted to protest. To tell her again that they couldn’t do this, but his eyes locked with hers and before he knew it, he was leaning down and pressing his lips to hers.

Becca groaned softly when his lips pressed to hers despite his protests. For a brief moment, she had been certain that he was going to push her away. When he didn't, her heart rate skyrocketed. She hadn’t been lying when she’d said she’d thought about this. She might not have thought about it before this night, but she'd thought about nothing else for the last hour, and living it was... indescribable.

She didn't hesitate in the slightest when he returned the embrace. Her arms tightened around his frame, and she deepened the kiss almost instantly. Clay had always been something of a big brother figure, but that was easily forgotten as she began to nip and suck at each of his lips.

"Mmmm, Clay," she hummed.

Their feet continued to move to the music, but the bulk of her attention was on kissing him as thoroughly as she knew how.

Some part of Clay knew he shouldn’t be doing this. That part of him was quickly being silenced, though. The longer his lips stayed pressed to Becca’s, the easier it was to ignore that nagging feeling in his gut that told him it was wrong to kiss her.

The truth was that Becca felt good in his arms. He’d held her before, of course, but that had been in a strictly platonic way. It didn’t compare to the way he was holding her now or the way his body already ached for more. Maybe it was because he was drunk or because he was lonely, but the way her body pressed against his as they kissed - it was incredible.

“Guh, Becca,” he groaned, his arms tightening around her as the last of his common sense left him. “Feel so good,” he murmured as he deepened the kiss. They were still dancing, but just barely. Kissing her suddenly felt much more important than keeping his feet moving.

Come morning, Becca was going to feel horrible for seducing one of her closest friends. At the moment, though, that was easily the furthest thing from her mind.

Her mouth pulled almost desperately at his as her hands began to stroke over his back and sides. It felt amazingly good to be in his arms. They had embraced before, of course, but it had never been like this.

"Want you," she breathed. "Guh, Clay.. I want you so bad."

She gasped loudly as she pulled her lips from his and pressed them to the side of his neck. Maybe it was the alcohol, but she found herself thinking that he tasted and felt so good… better than good… better than that, even. Nothing had ever felt better.

Come morning, Clay was going to feel horrible to screwing around with a girl that he definitely shouldn’t be screwing around with. Right now, though, he wasn’t focusing on the fact that she was only seventeen, that she was still in high school, that it probably wasn’t even quite legal for him to be doing this. None of that seemed important with the alcohol there to cloud his judgement. Especially when you considered how good she felt and tasted. For the first time in weeks, possibly even months, he wasn’t thinking about his ex. He wasn’t thinking about the ache in his chest or his gut that losing her again had created. For the moment, all that existed was Becca and how good she was making him feel.

“C’mon,” he murmured, giving no thought at all to the consequences of what he was doing as he grabbed her hand and pulled her from the dance floor. His room was nearby and he quickly led her in that direction. Their progress was slow with them needed to stop to grope and kiss one another on the way, but soon they were standing in his room with the door closed and locked behind them.

“God, you’re sexy,” he muttered as he pressed her back against the door and crushed his mouth to hers once more. Now that they were alone and that sense of responsibility safely drowned by alcohol and desire, his hands roamed freely over her curves and he nipped and pulled hungrily at her lips.

Becca didn't protest in the slightest when he broke the kiss long enough to lead her to his room. She'd meant what she'd said, after all. She wanted him. Even in her drunken state, she knew that they needed some privacy if she was going to get what she wanted.

For the first time in weeks, her brain had ceased to function. She wasn't thinking about her ex-boyfriend... if you could even call him that. For the moment, there was only Clay and how incredibly good it felt to be in his arms.

"So hot," she groaned as he pressed her against the door and urged her into another deep kiss.

Encouraged by the way he was kissing and touching her, she allowed her hands to move over his frame. They slipped under the shirt he was wearing and stroked over his bare skin. He felt absolutely amazing, and she attempted to tell him that as she raked her teeth over his bottom lip.

”Guh, Becca.” She felt so good. She tasted so good. Clay groaned as he held her against the door with his own body. He could feel her curves pressing into him as his hands buried themselves in her hair and he tried to pull her deeper into the embrace, if that was even possible at this point.

He hands felt amazing. Clay had hooked up with a few girls this year, but that wasn’t usually his style and it felt like an eternity since he’d been touched like this, since he’d felt truly wanted. That definitely wasn’t a problem at the moment, though.

“God, you’re sexy,” he groaned. His hands pulled from her hair to move over his sides, roaming over her curves before settling on her hips. Then, without warning, he was pulling her legs around his hips. Keeping his lips pressed to hers, he spun them around and carried her toward the bed.

“Want you,” he grunted as his mouth tore from hers to press heated kisses over her jaw and neck, working it’s way down to her chest. The transition to the bed wasn’t exactly smooth, but that didn’t really seem to matter as he held himself over her and pulled her into another deep, wanting kiss.

Becca wasn't the type to get drunk and have meaningless sex, but that didn't seem to be a problem at the moment. Of course, she wouldn't exactly classify this as meaningless. She adored Clay.

The skirt she was wearing shifted higher when he pulled her legs around his waist. Her arms wrapped securely around his neck as he pulled her away from the wall and carried her to the bed.

"Want you," she breathed as they fell onto the mattress.

Under normal circumstances, she would've been a lot more reserved when it came to this sort of thing, but this wasn't exactly normal circumstances. Her fingers explored the various lines in his chest and stomach before they moved to the closure of his jeans.

Her back arched when he broke the kiss to trail heated kisses over her neck and chest. She managed to open his button and zipper, but that was all she did before she tangled a set of her fingers in his hair.

"Guh, Clay," she groaned as his mouth returned to hers.

Her fingers pulled from his hair as she once again began to nip and pull at his lips. A moment later, her hands shifted to his hips, and she began to push at the pants he was wearing.

Clay didn’t know what he was doing, but at the moment he officially didn’t care. It felt good. Who cared about being responsible or doing the right thing? For once, he was giving into what he wanted and the consequences be damned. There was a chance he would feel guilty about this later on, but right now, all that mattered was how good it felt.

It didn’t take them long to start tearing at one another’s clothing and a few moments later, their garments lay strewn around the floor of his room. Clay’s hands were roaming over bare skin as his lips nipped and pulled at her flesh. He’d never dared to imagine this before tonight, but it was amazing.

“Fuck, Becca,” he groaned several moments later when he finally entered her. It felt like no time at all before they both found a release, but that didn’t matter either. Once wasn’t nearly enough and right now Clay had no intention of stopping until neither of them could move any longer.