Just Friends

Chapter 8

My hands shook by my sides as we all sat in the dressing rooms waiting to go on. But, it wasn't from being nervous about performing. It was what was to come after.

"Megan, you look like you're going to be sick." Ugh, Lola now is not the time.

"I'm fine. I just need some water." I lied, but I got up and poured myself some water. I absentmindedly twirled my hair around my finger as I went over what could possibly happen tonight.

The pain was definitely something I wasn't looking forward to. Oh god. Would he take that into consideration?

I was silently screaming when one of the security guards told us to make our way to the stage. I felt a pat on my back.

"Don't worry. After a few minutes pass the nerves will be gone and everything will be fine." Alex said. If only she knew that her calming words would fit perfectly with my secret struggle.

The set was horribly short today. Or so it seemed. We usually play a 30-45 minuet set but tonight it seemed like five.

The boys had about thirty minuets till they had to go on so I couldn't put this off any longer. I quickly touched up my hair with hairspray and reapplied perfume which had worn off on stage.

I slipped away from the girls and made my way down to dressing room #6. It was in an unused part of the backstage area, the door slightly scuffed up and battered.

I took a deep breath and knocked. My breathing picked up as I waited for him to answer. I saw the doorknob turn slightly and my breath caught in my throat. The door swung open and Zayn popped his head out, checking the hallways to check and see if anybody was watching, I guessed.

"We don't have much time." Zayn said, pulling me into the room.

"I know. I came as fast as I could."

"Well you better come as quick as you can again because we have twenty five minuets." He smirked, then pushed me up against the wall.

He kissed me roughly, urgently. His hands were on my waist, keeping me pinned against the wall. My hands found their way into his hair, without a doubt messing it up. His lips moved to my neck, biting me softly, causing me to tug on his hair.

"Fuck." He mumbled into the crook of my neck. "Jump."

I did what I was told, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hands cupped my backside, holding me up, and made his way over to a couch.

He dropped me down on the couch and stood up in front of me, taking off his shirt. I took the moment to glance once around the room. It was totally trashed. Old cups covered the floor and the wallpaper on the walls were torn off and falling to the floor. It was disgusting. And I wasn't having it.

"Zayn, I'm not going to have sex here."

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"And why not?"

"Because its my first time. I'm not going to have it in a trashed dressing room."

He stood there a few seconds more and nodded.

"I guess you're right. But that doesn't mean we can't have some fun." He crouched down and in front of me suddenly. "Scoot up to the very edge of the couch and relax."

He reached up to grab the waistband of my leggings and with one swift tug pulled them down to my knees. I quickly kicked off my shoes and allowed him to take them off completely.

Zayn grabbed my knees and suddenly yanked them apart, making me yelp slightly. It wasn't until then I knew what he was going to do.

"Nice panties." He commented. "I hope you aren't attached to them thought." He gripped the top of them and with a jerk, ripped them strait in two.

He started to kiss from my knees and made his way up my thigh, getting closer ever kiss.

"Zayn we don't have much time, please."

He nodded in agreement, and suddenly I felt his tongue on me.

"Fuck!"

He wasn't messing around and he definitely knew what he was doing. It didn't take him long to get me close to climax.

I weaved my fingers into his hair, keeping him there. I didn't want him to stop. I took a moment to look down at him, only to find his brown eyes looking strait at me.

That made me climax instantly.

"Shit!"

He held down my thighs as I was writhing in pleasure, keeping me down.

Zayn stood up once I had come down from my high. His pants unbuttoned and hanging off his waist. I knew what he wanted and, after what he had just done, I wasn't going to hesitate paying him back the favor.

I sat in front of him on my knees and, with shaky hands, pulled his pants down to his knees. He was wearing black boxer briefs which aloud me to see the outline of his erection easily.

"Megan, we have ten minuets." He reminded me. I took a deep breath and pulled his boxers down. I was slightly pleased by his impressive size. I took him in my hand gently and started to move it up and down slowly.

"Fuck. Yeah, that's it. Just go a bit faster."

I sped up a bit, earning a few soft moans from him.

"Now, I know you haven't done this before so if you, fuck- if you don't want to give me head I underst- fucking shit, Megan!"

I cut off his offer by taking his head into my mouth. The pre-cum made it taste slightly odd, but nothing horrible. I decided to try and take him farther into my mouth, succeeding.

"Fuck- I'm close."

I bobbed my head up and down slowly, getting faster every time a groan escaped his mouth. Soon I felt him twitch, then a warm liquid filled my mouth. It tasted gross, but I forced myself to swallow it.

"Fuck." My mumbled. "You sure you haven't done that before?"

I blushed, taking that as a compliment.

"Yeah I'm sure."

"Well, that was amazing for your first time." He said, pulling up his jeans. "Shit, I have three minuets." He pulled the rest of his clothes on and rearranged his hair in the mirror.

"Next time, I promise it will be in a hotel room." He said, turning to me.

"Okay. Um, have a good show." God, I was so awkward. He swiftly kissed my cheek and winked.

"See you around, Meg." And he was gone.