"Taylor, you have to do me this favor! My whole virginity depends on it." Matt begged incessantly.

"Matt, quit bothering me." Taylor insisted.

"No. I won't until you agree to go out with Crystal. She's hot, Taylor." Matt guaranteed.

"You know, you have been bugging me about this for an hour straight!" Taylor bellowed putting the final touches on a song he was in the middle of writing.

"I know but... awww come on Tay..."

"Ugh...." Taylor let out an aggrivated sigh. "Fine but you owe me big time!" He added as he stood up and searched for his car keys.

"Oh, I've already done you a huge favor! If you know what I mean and I think you do. . ."Matt cracked.

"She'd better be hot! I'll kill you if she's, like, really ugly."

"That's shallow, man. She's not that ugly. . ." Matt replied.

"Does she look anything like her cousin?"

"Melissa? Sort of. Melissa has bigger boobs. Crystal is nice and small just how you like them!"

"Hey, who said I liked them small? It really doesn't matter how big her boobs are. It's all about the ass!"

"Oh yeah! I forgot you were an ass guy. Well, she has a nice little hot one." He winked.

Taylor laughed at his best friend. The conversation wasn't that deep, but they were guys after all. They weren't going to talk about the girl's personality until they passed the appearance. "Great. Pick me up at around seven?"

"Yeah. See ya, Taylor."

"Later Matt." Taylor waved as he walked out of the house. What had he gotten himself into? He promised Matt he'd take out Melissa's cousin out because Melissa had the place to herself for the evening, but her cousin was visiting. Taylor agreed to "entertain" Crystal long enough for Matt to "entertain" Melissa.

Later that evening. . .

Taylor slowly looped his beigh belt through the dark suade brown pants he had on. Just as he was throwing on a tight white tee, the doorbell rung. "Here we go." Taylor muttered to himself grabbing his wallet and making his way downstairs to meet his date for the night. As he opened the door he was happily greeted by a tall, skinny yet curvy, very attractive bleach blonde. A grin automatically appeared on his face. "Hey there... I'm Taylor." He reached his hand out for hers. "You must be my date for the night."

"Mmhm, I'm Crystal." She let out a short giggle gingerly taking his hand into hers and stepping a few feet closer. "Wow, you look even more beautiful in person." She raised an eyebrow pressing herself against him. "Hmm.. And you smell nice to."

"Thank you." Taylor's eyes wandered to the side of him where Crystal's lips had already begun a journey across the skin of his neck. Looking ahead of him he saw Matt standing there with an assuring smirk on his face. Taylor bit his lip softly as he felt Crystal's tongue glide across his earlobe. He rested his hand lightly on her side, trying to encourage her to stop, only without words.

Matt could tell Taylor wasn't into the whole 'screw on the front porch before your date as begun' scenario and decided to help him out. "Crystal, maybe you should save that for later... we gotta get to the movie."

Crystal pouted. "There better be a later then." She smiled leaving a quick peck on Taylor's soft cheek. "Come on." She squeezed his hand heading to the car.

'Tonight is going to be one crazy night,' he thought to himself as he opened the car door for Crystal. As if she was reading his mind, she "accidentally" pulled up her leopard print skirt revealing a black thong and smiled.

Dinner was almost unbearable for Taylor. He couldn't count how many boners he had before they even finished with their appetizer. All he could do was look down at her boobs that were bursting out of her shirt and she didn't mind at all.

"Mmmbop is, like, one of my favorite songs!" Crystal giggled. She flung her long blonde hair over her right shoulder revealing a hickey that looked incredibly new.

"Oh, really?" Taylor laughed incredulously. Crystal definitely wasn't one of the more bright girls he had had conversations with. He began to take a sip of his Dr. Pepper as he watched her.

"Yeah. I also like that other one. . . What was it called? 'I Will Come In You'?"

Taylor spat out the Dr. Pepper all over the table and some got on her. People turned around and stared. "I'm so sorry. Oh, my God! I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay. Can you help me clean some off of my shirt?" She asked innocently.

"Um. . .I'm sure you can take care of that alone." He said nervously as he handed her his napkin and tried to track down a waitress.

"All right. It's okay. It's your loss." She shrugged.

He smiled and looked away at a couple at a booth next to them. They both looked so happy and in love. Why couldn't he feel that way? He was here stuck with a bimbo with a nice ass, but why did he feel so alone? For some reason, the couple reminded him of Page and her boyfriend. Taylor had the illusion that Page was nothing like Crystal. She was capable of having intelligent conversation without sexual innuendo. She also knew more about his music than Crystal obviously did.

"I Will Come To You." Taylor said still looking at the young couple. The girl had brown hair and she looked like the kind of girl he could take home to Mom. She was beautiful, but not overwhelmingly so.

"What?" Crystal asked confused.

Taylor looked at Crystal and shook his head while thinking 'Oh, my God, this girl is the definition of a dumb blonde.'

"The song. . .It's called 'I Will Come To You', not 'I Will Come In You'." He explained.

"Oh, yeah. Whatever!" She said perkily.

Taylor feigned a smile and raised his eyebrows and continued staring at her breasts. At least they couldn't talk.

"Stop!" I breathlessly whispered to Alan.

"No. . .Page, we've come to far to stop now. Let me stick it in. . ." He begged mercilessly.

"What the fuck? You're acting like it's a fucking piece of gum!" I snapped pushing him off of me. He rolled his eyes and reached over to turn on his bedroom light. I lay there, almost naked except for my panties that were almost off. Alan was completely naked and his beautifully athletic body looked amazing. He was obviously very aroused.

"Sometimes you are SUCH a tease, Page. Seriously, what in the hell is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with you Alan? Hand me my fucking bra." He gave it to me without an argument. "Besides, I already got you off once tonight."

"So? I'm still not done. I fingered you twice."

"I know and I appreciate it. But, that doesn't mean we have to fuck." I said suddenly angered.

"First of all, I wouldn't fuck you." He shot defensively. "I'd make love to you."

"Oh, that's sweet. I love you and I'd only give you a blow job if I did. I just don't want to do this."

"I'm not some guy who can't stop staring at girls' tits and lets girls he doesn't love give him blow jobs, all right? You don't deserve a guy like that and I'm not. I see you for what is inside of you."

"Alan, I have to go." I sighed. Alan began putting his silk red boxers that I had given him for Christmas on. I felt bad because of the extensive bulge that was nearly erupting. I began to think I should make love to him. Maybe I was simply teasing him like he said.

"Alan, I'm sorry. . ." I said quietly tracing a heart on his disheveled blue and white comforter. I was still dressed in a white lacy Victoria's Secret bra and matching panties.

"No, you aren't. I'm going to go take care of this." He said referring to his erection. I nodded and gathered my clothes.

"Bye Alan. Call me." I said quickly not wanting to keep him any longer. He watched me dress silently. I gave him a hug and kissed him goodnight. I cried as I left his house and got into my car.

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