Should've Been Us

1-Mr. Scott Hoying

I sat blankly before my computer screen. They said I needed a new novel, another one based on my so-called "perfect couple of fiction". Well, they aren't fiction. I don't know where they are, who they are, or what they do. I don't know if what Mitch and Kevin tell me is all crap or 100% true. They're the real authors. At first it freaked me out, they send me to their stories, I write. But now I'm used to flashing to some unfamiliar place in the world and intruding on some stranger's personal lives. My first novel launched two years ago, when Kirstie and Avi first met. I remember the scene so clearly, so crisp in my memory. Like I lived their love story with them.

Kirstie was the kind of girl you don't see at parties. She's a stay-in, work on her millions of college essays type of girl. So when she walked into the musty bookstore, the smell almost had a relaxing feel on her. Like she was back home, being the "Belle" of her small hometown in Indiana. She pushed a strand of her long, dark hair out of her eye. She ran a hand over the shaved side: a new feature to make her feel badass. Nothing new. It didn't really suit her, she had already decided to grow it back out. But for now, she had to push her glasses further up on the bridge of her nose and continue searching for the perfect new YA novel to occupy her weekend.

"OMG, Kirst, you have to come tonight! Maybe you'll find a hunk of man to take home," her roommate, Claire, fervently whispered, seeing as the bookstore had a heavy silence. The kind of silence you don't just break.

"Claire! I have homework!"

"Please. You have plenty of time. But how much more time this weekend do you have to hook up with the man of your dreams?"

"If he's the man of my dreams, maybe he'll stick around," Kirstie mumbled under her breath, but, despite the efforts, Claire heard it.

"Please? This one party and you never have to go to another."

Kirstie pondered on the thought. Never another party? Claire would stop hounding her? Kirstie had fairly good judgment, or good enough to see that Claire would not stop hounding her on even more parties in the future, but Claire would be content for now, and that would be good enough for Kirstin. Rarely does she have silent time, and with Claire content, she'll get the silence she craves. "I'll do it."

Claire immediately dragged her back to their dorm. Kirstie owned makeup, Kirstie wore makeup, but Claire insisted on "making her hot" for the night. Kirstie sighed internally for the umpteenth time and slipped on the skintight dress and nude pumps before heading out the door, her best friend hanging on her elbow.

Kirstie felt like an alien. She remained in the corner, closely examining her rings and manicure and the edges of her solo cup filled with the mysterious liquid that flows through every fraternity boy's veins.

"You here without consent too?" an echoing, deep voice rattled her bones.

"Yeah," Kirstie managed to force out, flustered from her uterus screaming "have my babies" after he spoke.

"Do you wanna leave? I'm not suggesting sexy fun times, but if you're in the mood..."

Kirstie remembered the conversation with her roommate, "Maybe I can be convinced into that."

Avi laughed and took her by the hand, "Let's at least get some food."

Kirstie giggled and let him pay for their Taco Bell (I mean it's free Taco Bell) and they ate in anything but silence. The way they spoke, it's like their souls had already grown old together after knowing each other for a half an hour.

"I hate to sound like a perv, but-"

Kirstie cut him off, feeling a strange mix of excitement, fear, and courage, "Let's do it."

(A/N bc everyone complains when I don't go into detail, here you go, you needy fans.)

Avi pulled Kirstie into his apartment. Apparently, he didn't want to live in the dorms, he wanted room to himself. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, firm and incessant, kissing her neck. "I'm going to treat you like a girlfriend I'm having sex with for the first time, because that's what I want you to be."

Kirstie twirled around, his strong hands still firmly grasping her body, and she looked at every detail. His black curls cascading down onto his neck from under his beanie, his perfectly trimmed beard, his emerald eyes. She kissed his nose and moved back to his lips, gently undoing each one of his buttons on his flannel, sliding it down his shoulders.

"Meet me in the bedroom," he whispered against her neck, and she hurried herself to the bathroom. She silently praised Claire for forcing her to wear the structured, lacy lingerie. She looked smoking. The straps and the black lace, all coming together for the perfect, and sexy, moment for Avi. Even though she just met him, she felt her soul at peace in his presence. Little did she know, he felt the same. She fluffed up her hair a little and walked into Avi's room, only to find him patiently awaiting her in the doorframe, leaning against the stained wood, making everything look sexy as sexy could get. Avi's eyes widened as he grabbed her waist, pulling her close.

"Would you be my girlfriend?" Avi whispered and Kirstie nodded yes, her head bobbing up and down, a nod a second. Avi smiled at her and unhooked her bra from behind whilst pushing her back onto the bed, removing the top completely. He pulled back and stared at her chest, admiring the swells and bumps, the peaks and valleys of her breasts. He licked the outline of one before sucking on it lightly and tugging on the nipple gently, before repeating the process completely with the other breast. He kissed down her stomach, but she flipped him over before he could remove her panties with his teeth. She kissed him, feeling sudden power as she straddled her man, and she felt his obvious arousal between her hips. She positioned herself lower, slipping a hand into his boxers and stroked him lightly, but faster and harder as time progressed. Avi moaned his guttural cry. Kirstie slipped her hand out and pulled his boxers down completely.

"Woah," she whispered as she saw Avi. He was big.

"Do you like?"

"Oh, yes," Kirstie moaned. Avi flipped the two back over and stripped her of her undies. He draped her legs over his shoulders and licked her vagina, lifting a hand to finger her hard every once in a while. Kirstie moaned, climaxed, and shuttered, only making Avi need to cum even more. He threw her legs down onto the bed, forcing his penis into her, all the way to the hilt. She screamed of pain and pleasure, and Avi continued. The pace quickened as the two began to sweat and moan. Avi felt the white liquid preparing to come out, so he pulled himself out before exploding onto Kirstie's face. She licked his white hot ejaculation off of her face. The rest of the night? The twosome truly began to know each other.

Sure, I had felt awkward observing that, but Mitch gave me the words, Kevin perfected it. It was my work, and I loved writing it. It helped me feel real emotions, even if it wasn't my story. I needed my pair soon, because I needed my novel soon.

A/N

So yeah.

Sorry not sorry.

I got a lot of complaints that the sex scenes didn't go into enough detail so I decided to spice it up.

Don't worry, it won't happen too much anymore.

But you're welcome.

As for this novel, I feel very inspired to write.

Have fun reading

With love, as always,

Ratchetpentaholic