"Forgive Me." - (Rated R) One Shot

Forgive Me

  Joe's POV

Demi and I had been best friends for two years. I had always been aroused by her impossible beauty. Her body was flawless, her face was gorgeous, and any guy would want her. I'd always wanted her, ever since the day I met her. But I respected Demi because I wasn't like those other guys. I felt that Demi was worth the wait, because she was my best friend and I loved her. But the word 'wait' is what can ruin you in the blink of an eye.

Demi invited me to a party that was club themed. She called and asked that I pick her up at nine PM. I dressed in my dark jeans and long-sleeved shirt that made my chest and stomach muscles stand out.
When I got to Demi's place, I walked in through the front door like I usually did, and called for her as I went up the stairs.
"Dem, I'm here! Are you ready to go yet?" I stood in front of her bedroom door and knocked.
"Dem? You in there?"
"Yeah," I heard her muffled yell from the other side. "Come in! I'll be out in a minute." I walked in and stood in front of her bedroom mirror, waiting as I admired myself.
Demi was typically the good girl type. Yes, she was a huge tease, but she never disrespected herself. She was a 'shorts-and- t-shirts' kind of girl. She changed her hair constantly- right now she had blonde highlights. But I didn't care. The same thing would've gotten boring over time.
"I'm ready!" I heard her say. I turned towards her as she walked out, and I instantly began sweating. "How does it look?" She asked, curving her body to let me see her more.
"Um . . ." It came out as a grunt and I struggled to refocus my mind. Demi was sporting a skin tight, halter golden dress that stopped high up on her thigh. It looked as if she'd only put on a towel.
Her clear high heels made her legs look EXTREMELY sexy, and her black-blonde highlighted hair fell to the middle of her back. It was hard to keep myself contained. "Damn." I mumbled under my breath as my eyes undressed her. Bad move.
I could feel myself getting hard, but it wasn't coming fast, so I was safe for a few minutes.
"Does it look alright?" She asked me again, probably beginning to notice my strain. My jaw was clenched and my eyes were on her legs. I tried to breathe evenly.
"You look amazing, Dem." I said, smirking up at her. "Nice towel." She raised an eyebrow at me.
"Haha, Jonas," She started, walking toward me and wrapping a leg around my thigh. She put her hands lightly on my shoulders and leaned in. I held my breath and felt my heart rate increase. She was teasing me again, but my mind wasn't on that fact. I kept my hands at my sides. "Let's go before you explode in your pants."

People were surrounding me, bumping into me as they jumped with the music. I pushed through the crowd, searching for Demi. It was nearing three in the morning, and I was tired.
I spotted Demi sitting at the bar, talking with a couple of friends. I walked up to her, and sat on the other stool beside her. I ordered a shot, and turned to Demi.
"Dem," I put my hand on her waist and swiveled her stool toward me. "It's getting late. Let's go." Neither of us were drunk, but I was the slightest bit tipsy after taking that shot. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up.
"Dance first. Then we can leave." She said. I nodded and followed her into the crowd of people.
She wrapped her hands around my neck, and I grabbed her waist and danced with her. We were still best friends and just having fun, but I thought I could change that tonight.
I pulled her hips tightly against mine and ground them into hers. She took this surprisingly, but went along with it. I became more and more aroused everytime her hips carved into mine. Knowing that the only thing separating me from her bare skin was this thin fabric, I lost control.
My hands gripped her backside and my lips fell onto her neck. Her body rubbed even harder into mine as we moved with the fast paced music. My lips were all over her neck. She grabbed my sides and tugged my shirt. Her back arched slightly, and a soft sound escaped her lips.
"Hmm . . ." She licked her lips that were beside my ear. I looked up into her eyes- my hands still on her butt- and kissed her bottom lip. I felt a small reaction from her, but it was cut off.
Suddenly, she gasped, and forced herself off of me.
"Let's go." She said quickly and walked off toward the exit. She must have realized what I was trying to do. I ran my hand down my face and followed Demi's trail.
She was already in the car when I got there. She was in the passenger seat with her arms crossed and her head against the window. I let out a deep breath before getting in.
I stared out of the windshield, preparing myself for whatever would happen.
"Look, Dem, I-"
I want to go home," She interrupted. "Now."
I sighed and started the car, taking the familiar road to Demi's house. I watched her from the corner of my eye as I drove. Everything about her was a turn-on. My 'wait' fuel was running low.  

Finally, I messed up. I saw Demi's hand move down to her inner thigh. She scratched an area on her leg as her other hand simply ran across her collar bone. The move was innocent, but I saw everything I needed to see.

Demi's POV

Out of nowhere, Joe's hand hit the car's horn hard, and his foot hit the brakes. The car skidded to a stop, making a loud shrieking sound. We were in a dark alley; the only thing lighting the road was a yellow-ish street light.
"Joe, what the hell?!" I shouted. His hand hit a button on his door, and all of the locks in the car disappeared into the doors. I placed my hand on where the lock used to be, but only felt a small hole.
When I whipped my head around, Joe's eyes were on my body. He was biting his lip with his eyebrow raised. I started to panic. "Unlock the door." I said, kicking off my shoes and climbing into the backseat. I wanted to check if all of the doors were locked. They were.
"Unlock the doors, Joe!" I repeated. Joe WAS NOT drunk. He could hear me perfectly, but this guy was not my best friend. Joe seemed distant from me.
I began to yank on the door's handle, angry that Joe wasn't answering me. My head turned back to the driver's seat, where he was.
"Joe?!"
"What, Demi? WHAT?" He leaped over his seat and came face to face with me. He was breathing heavily, and his jaw was tight.
"Why'd you stop the car? I want to go HOME."
Suddenly, my body was sprawled out on the backseat. Joe's hands were holding my shoulders down and he was sitting with his knees on each side of me. I quickly realized what was happening. My eyes widened.
"NO, Joe! Stop!" I began fighting and thrashing out. I couldn't let this happen. My best friend wouldn't do this to me.
Joe pinned my arms above my head and just stared at my body. He obviously did NOT plan this.
I tried kicking my legs, but Joe just put his knees on them. I continued to struggle even though Joe hadn't done anything to me yet.
"You're my best friend!" I shouted, taking my chances. "You can't do this to me!" Joe finally made a choice. His body collapsed onto mine, and he wrapped his arms around my waist; kissing my neck. I knew I had no chance of getting out of the car, but I still struggled.
Joe continuously forced my arms down as he kissed me. I kept yanking and pulling, wishing I had more strength.
The zipper of my dress snapped, and my dress fell down my legs. I started screaming. I wanted MY Joe back. Not this one.
Joe forced his lips against mine, stopping my scream almost as quickly as it started.
Tears were leaking from the corners of my eyes. My limbs were giving out, but I still forced myself to fight.
Joe's hands were touching every part of my body. He pulled what was left of my clothes off, and, to my surprise, paused to look at my face.
"Please don't do this . . ."I whispered, my voice collapsing. "Please, Joe. You're my best friend. Please . . ." For a split second, I saw the old Joe. Sympathy was in his eyes. He felt miserable, and guilty. His face screamed 'I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm doing this'. But he didn't say it, and the old Joe faded quickly.
Joe's hand went for his belt-buckle, and I squeezed my eyes shut. I tried fighting again; pushing against his chest and trying to force myself away. Then Joe gripped my elbows, lifting my upper back slightly from the seat. My eyes shot open. His face was centimeters away from mine. Then very, very quietly he whispered,
"Forgive me." Pain rocketed throughout my lower body. A painful groan ripped loudly through my chest. My muscles went limp and I felt weak.
"Goodbye, Joe," I mumbled. Nothing would ever be the same again. Not after this.  

FIN