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Bethany's Charade

After getting a little too tipsy, Bethany had found her way into Jason's room with him. She'd definitely been here before, when he previously rocked her world. She does count him as he best sexual experience, because no other guy has even come close. As Bethany thought back to their passionate past, Jason sat on his bed.

Beth stood there looking around the room, not quite comprehending it all. The walls were a light orange and baseball posters hung on the wall. It was the most typical teenage boy's room; but maybe that's what she liked about Jason. He was typical. His slightly long dirty blonde hair and fitting gym shorts paired with a college shirt from a university he would never attend: typical.

There were some things not so usual about him, though. Like the fact that he seemed to like her, at least for her body if not her personality. It was slowly coming out of the cracks that most of the preppy white boys didn't want to fit into their perfect boxes. Of course, if Jason was going through something all the rest were experiencing, that just made him even more typical.

All this typical made Bethany's head hurt, so she sat beside him on his blue sheeted bed. Typical.

"Are you having fun at this party you weren't invited to?" He smirked, because his confidence level was typical for a boy of his status. She knew he was going to kiss her, like a typical boy with his typical moves. That didn't make the butterflies in her stomach any less real, though. Being around him made her nervous, but most situations did. He was just perfect in her eyes, and in the envious eyes of many others.

Getting picked by a popular and desirable guy definitely wasn't a feeling Bethany hated, but there was something about tip toeing around with a boy and hoping and praying he likes you back. With Jason, you knew.

And what she knew, happened. He was probably aware that she was too drunk to coherently answer his question, so he leaned in. His lips met hers and the explosion that was typical, happened.

They were good at kissing each other, that was for sure. He was soft and wild, she was passionate and eager. They fit together well, in a sexual sense. She'd only had a few full conversations with him, and to be honest, she treasured all of them. Beth had already gotten to know Jason's body, and mouth, but she longed to know his personality.

Even though in the back of her mind, she knew she wouldn't fall in love with it. Her mind trailed back to Brandon. Bethany could see herself falling in love with his brain, but she didn't quite know about anything else.

Kissing Jason and thinking about his brother felt wrong, so Bethany decided to embrace what was happening and move with the flow. She pushed him back and moved her leg so that she was straddling him. Because like a typical boy, he liked the girl to be on top but would never admit it. She leaned to kiss him, but he brushed his hands through her hair in favor of gently kissing her neck and ears.

If Bethany wasn't slightly intoxicated, this would've gone further; but Jason was a good guy and Beth was sure that he would never take advantage of her. So, because of the weed that he had been smoking all night, his eyes lulled shut. His hand stayed active, and while they lay there together on his bed, Jason trailed his fingers up and around her body. This ended when his body fully succumbed to sleep.

Looking around the room and at poor hot Jason, Bethany realized she didn't want to spend the night here. She got up slowly, which wasn't even necessary because she was well aware of how much of a deep sleeper Jason was. The hallways were dark and quiet, and she was just going to leave. Walking home to her house to collapse on her bed sounded like the best outcome, but something caught her eye.

A dim light shone from the cracks in Brandon's door, and slow indie music wafted into Beth's ears from his room. Intrigued, she went up softly and slowly pushed the door open and slid in. Closing the door behind her, she saw Brandon.

He was sitting with his eyes closed, leaning up against his bed with a guitar in hand. Brandon not so beautifully played along to the music. Even though the rhythm wasn't perfect, Bethany loved it. She noticed that the light that she had seen from the hallway was a series of strings of fairy lights that Brandon had hung in his room. In contrast, Brandon's room was a lot more aesthetically appealing than Jason's.

"Hey, Beth." He turned to face her, and maybe he had been smoking a little of Jason's stash because he certainly was acting like it.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I was just leaving and noticed the music." Bethany started to open the door and turned to leave.

"It's okay. I get lonely sometimes." Brandon sat his guitar against his wall, and moved to sit on his bed. "I wouldn't want to bother you with the whole cliche 'my brother is better than me' shtick, but you get it."

Bethany walked into the room and stood by his bed. "Yeah. Even I feel overcome by all of Jason, and his typical."

"His typical. Yes. That's perfect." Bethany laughed a small laugh as Brandon said this, and she decided to bridge the gap and sit next to him.

"I was just in his room, if I can be honest..."
"Oh, I know."
"How?"
"His room is right next to mine."
"I'm an idiot."

Whilst Bethany chuckled at herself, Brandon got up and stopped the record that was playing. He moved so slowly and precisely, like a hot beetle. "You're a hot beetle." She blurted out due to a combination of the alcohol in her system and her 'fuck it' attitude. He laughed a shallow but full laugh. She got up and sat on his grey shag rug against the wall, and he joined her.

"What makes me a hot beetle?" Brandon asked, looking at her.

"Well, you're just so calculated. You move slow, but you know what you're doing. It's fun to just watch you. Oh, and, well, you're hot. Like human hot, not beetle hot."

"That's interesting." He didn't seem at all weirded out, and looked at her genuinely. "You're interesting."

Bethany felt a flutter, and she recalled how she had thought she could love Brandon. She leaned it, and kissed him fast. Her bold and passionate style wasn't at all what Brandon was like, but he leaned into it. He though she was interesting, and was willing to see how it played out.

The shag rug proved a perfect place to make out on. Beth slowly guided him down on to it, but he flipped it so it was him pressing her to the ground. As their lips danced, she pushed his band tee up with her hands. She stopped kissing him, and he sat up to pull his shirt fully off.

One thing Brandon and Jason had in common was apparently, their bodies. Brandon's white freckled chest wasn't muscular, but thin and chubby in all the right ways. Bethany loved it, and ran her hands along his top half. He let her push him down, and her kissing and licking on his chest soon turned to sucking as she gave Brandon a few hickies to remember her by.

A hickey had damaged her reputation and relationship with Jason, but Bethany hoped that one on Brandon would solidify the deal.

~the end~

(ahhh sorry i cut that one off kinda short, but i feel like that's all they needed. stay tuned for more stories with the different, or the same, characters.)