The Great Pretenders

Chapter 27

Just a little bit of smut for MattHorsecockSanders :)

Matt's POV

A few days later, I was headed to Lucy's when I my mom stopped me in the kitchen.

"Matthew, where do you keep going every night?" she asked curiously "You rarely spend any time at home anymore. And when you do, it's just to have your band practice. And it doesn't even appear that you are doing that much anymore. Are you doing drugs, Matt?"

I looked at her like she was crazy "What? Drugs? Are you serious mom?"

She gave me a sideways glance, "Well what other answer is there? No Val? Limited attention to the music? Wait, Matt, is there another girl?"

I could feel myself turn red "Mom, seriously, there isn't a girl."

"Yes! Yes there is! Who is she?" my mom teased smiling a bit too wide.

Shit. I knew she wasn't going to let me out of here without something. "It's not like that, mom. We're just friends."

"Sure, Matt, I wasn't born yesterday. You've been gone every night for the last week. So spill it, who is she?" she pressed.

I sighed "Name's Lucy. She's a soccer player. She goes to my school. She's nice."

"And?" my mom waved with her hand for me to keep going.

"And nothing." I replied "We're just friends."

My mom nodding as if she knew something I didn't "So when will we get to meet this friend of yours?"

"Mom, no, not gonna happen," I said quickly grabbing my keys "I'll be back by midnight."

"Aww come on Matt, why don't you bring this one to dinner tomorrow or Friday? Let us meet at least one girl normally instead of having to meet her by having to keep her father from killing you."

"No,"I said firmly, shaking my head for emphasis.

Her eyes narrowed "Do I need to tell your dad that your English teacher called me today?"

"You wouldn't," I frowned offended that she was using blackmail tactics.

She smiled widely, showing the dimples I had inherited from her "So dinner then?"

"Yeah mom," I nodded "dinner."

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As I drove to Lucy's, I started to feel weird about asking her to dinner with my parents. I had never EVER asked Val to a formal dinner setting with my family. Once or twice she'd shown up at a cookout with the guys but it was never a sit down thing. I had never had dinner with her family either. The closest I'd ever come was having lunch every day in the cafeteria with Michelle present. And that was only because Valary made me. Val's father wasn't a Matt Sanders fan after he'd caught me a number of times crawling out of her window in the middle of the night. I imagine that if we were ever to sit together in the same room, I'd be dead within seconds. That thought actually made me chuckle out loud.

I also had to consider what it meant to meet my parents. I mean, that made it almost as if our relationship was real. I mean, it was technically supposed to be an act. I mean she still loved that dumbass Mark and she thought I still wanted Val. I admit I did still feel something for Val but I don't know if it was love or if it was just nostalgia. Maybe a little bit of both?

All this thinking led me to Lucy's doorstep and I found myself nervous as hell. It was kind of like a date and what if she said no? I knocked.

The door opened swiftly and she pulled me in by my wrist. Damn she was strong for a girl.

The second the door shut behind her, she pushed me up against the wall. She grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head.

"What are you planning?" I asked.

"An assault."

She kissed my neck and the touch of her wet mouth sent shivers down my fucking spine. "Are you going to hurt me?" I asked breathlessly

"Yeah but I don't think you'll complain," she said through a smirk

She let go of one of my wrists and let her palm slide down my the front of my chest. "Sanders, it should be illegal for you to wear a shirt, like ever," she said pulling it over my head.

I closed my eyes. "Does this mean you've been missing me since I saw you in school?"

"No," she said but her actions said otherwise. "I had practice and homework. I was technically too busy to miss you. Does this mean you've been missing me?" She cupped my erection through my jeans.

"God yes," I replied hoarsely, looking into her blue eyes, nodding more times than necessary, trying to keep myself calm. The sight of her pulling her hair up into a haphazard bun, her blue eyes bright was making me crazy and she hadn't even technically touched me yet.

She laughed and kissed her way down my chest. She knelt in front of me and unbuttoned my pants. "What are you doing?" I asked stupidly, knowing damn well what she was going.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she said sarcastically as she freed me from the constraints of my knit boxers. Her confident expression faltered a bit as I popped out, already hard and standing at attention for her.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"You're entirely too arrogant about the size of your penis," she said before blowing softly on my hot skin.

"What can I say? It's my prize possession," I tried to joke but my voice came out rough.

She leaned forward and took just the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.

"Jesus fuck," I mumbled, tangling my hand in her hair, trying to get her to take more into her mouth.

She pulled back and the loss of her warm mouth killed me "Someone is a little impatient," she said huskily. Then her mouth was on me again, around me, tongue working, head moving, thumb rubbing the underside of my shaft. I couldn't help but rest my hand on the back of her head and just give in to sensation. She was so good that my hips bucked automatically causing her pull that sweet mouth away with an audible pop sound.

"You're too big to do that," she said breathlessly and I saw the pink rise in her cheeks when she realized what she said.

I flashed her my dimples as she caught her breath. "You are so fucking sexy."

"Nice sentiment, Sanders," she smiled before sucking softly on the tip "Would probably be more convincing if I didn't have my mouth full of you right now."

She pulled me back in and I fucking had to lock my knees to keep from falling over from pleasure.

"Fucking hell,"I muttered as I began to shudder, "If you don't want me to cum in your mouth, you'd better pull back."

She looked straight up at me and stayed with me as I shot what felt like quarts of cum in her mouth. Holy shit.

When it was over, she pulled my underwear and pants back up.

"I think I'm in love." I said totally relaxed.

She stood up and looked at me, a hint of amusement clear in her blue eyes. "No you're not. That's just afterglow talking."

She was probably right, but there was a little part of me that wished she wouldn't have dismissed what I'd said so quickly, as if I couldn't possibly mean it. I don't know why it should bother me, but it did. I liked her a lot. Liked having her around. Loved how she made me feel. I loved having sex with her, but she was right...that wasn't love. Love didn't feel this relaxed. This good.

Our pretend relationship didn't have any strings or attachments and it was perfect. Why would I want to mess it up with love?