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RoswellFanatics.net • View topic - The Sex Vibe (AU M/L, Adult)Eplg-1/22/09~Complete

Thanks to RosDude for this awesome banner! Title: The Sex Vibe Author: Lena7 Pairings: M/L Rating: Adult Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Roswell.

All the ideas for this story come from my imagination. Summary: What happens when the perfect guy is your friend’s perfect crush? Author’s Note: This story is from Liz’s POV. Part 1 Do I trust men?

Hell no is the automatic response that would come to my mind.

I never claim to be indifferent to the opposite sex, because I’m not.

I desire a little companionship like every woman, but I choose to be a little more selective about it.

I don’t believe in diving into a bed with a guy because he’s gorgeous or throwing my C-cup breasts in his face in the hope that he will notice me.

I don’t have to, because I’m the genuine article.

I’m Liz Parker extraordinaire, the damn sexiest woman alive.

I place myself on a pedestal because I deserve to be there.

Why? Because I have had to deal with two of the biggest fucked up losers in existence.

I had one ex-boyfriend who believed a good date consisted of a ten cent bag of ramen noodles and can of coke for dinner.

But was that enough?

Damn right it wasn’t.

A little sex after his cheap ass contribution to our date was in order and he automatically expected me to give out. Of course I do blame myself for being so damn gullible by even going out with the freaks, but when a woman has an itch sometimes she has to scratch it.

Twice was enough of being exposed to the losers of our society. So I live vicariously through my friends and room mates Maria and Isabel, two of the coolest women alive if I say so myself.

Of course, it could have something to do with the fact that they hang around me.

Anyone who has the good taste to want to be around me has to be cool, right? We are part of the five minute club.

It is a club where the women are able to determine the cheaters from the our-follow-you-wherever-you-go type, but personally I think Isabel and Maria need a little work in that area.

I’m not deluded enough to think that every five minutes a guy is not thinking with his dick.

Accuse me of being cynical and unfair about the opposite sex, but unfortunately my other loser boyfriend was a cheater, a real life asshole with a foot fetish.

Every time I had been in his company, his natural inclination was to create an opportunity to observe my footwear of the day.

Since I had a boyfriend who was a real character with a screwed up brain, I felt like the other woman must have had a hell of lot more to offer than how good she looked in Jimmy Choos, but I guess whatever floats the damn boat. So after all the lessons I’ve learned in my twenty three years on earth, I decided to move into the sex vibe.

You know, the vibe that a woman receives letting her know if she is talking to “the dick” or a person who actually uses his brain.

Unfortunately, I haven’t met many who have demonstrated a level of knowing what the organ in the head is for.

So, I choose to live with the knowledge of knowing Mr.

Perfect-for-me might not exist. But at least someone can gain a little enthusiasm for the male species.

Maria has been constantly talking my head off about her childhood friend.

The representation of everything hick and country came to mind because of the way she described him, but I will reserve judgment for another day because it is obvious that Maria likes him a lot.

A guy with no name and a country accent straight from the boonies will be visiting her in a matter of days and I cringe at the idea of having to be in his company.

Ah well, the things we do for our friends. “So, when is this friend of yours suppose to pop up?” I ask her apathetically. “The day after tomorrow,” Maria intones in a barely subdued voice filled with excitement.

Then she proceeds to dance around our living room in her fruit of loom camisole and panties singing incredibly off key “I’m every woman”. “Maria!” I yell, ready to smash the stereo with a hammer just to stop my ears from being permanently damaged.

“Where exactly will this guy be staying?” Maria stops for a minute, giving me the look.

It was something I was naturally familiar with because it spoke volumes about our friendship.

It always relayed the message, I know I didn’t talk to you but…. “Maria?” My blond friend throws up her hand, a gesture of her just-wait-and-listen sign, and she speaks.

“Liz, Isabel is fine with this---” “With what?” “He will just stay here for a few days until he can find his own place.” I lift my brow, hoping to intimidate her with my silent reproof.

But let’s get real.

Maria is rarely intimidated by anything.

So I wait for her to continue without me. “Liz, he is the most sweetest and kindest person I know.” God, I feel like gagging! “How long will I have to endure country bumpkin goes to the city?” I ask, feigning irritation. “Not long,” Maria answers evasively.

“But Liz, please call him by his name.

Don’t call him the country bumpkin when he’s around.” I sigh in exasperation when a thought hit me.

I didn’t even know what his name was to begin with!

“What is the bumpkin’s name?” Maria smiles a fool’s smile, full of infatuation and naiveté.

“Max. His name is Max.” Last edited by Lena7 on Thu Jan 22, 2009 12:02 am, edited 20 times in total. Thanks to singerchic4 for the awesome sig and avi! My Fics

Thanks for the feedback! ken_r yayaliens carolina_moon jake17 begonia9508 Alien_Friend veronica sarammlover Allie Xie Behrgirl21 roswell3053 Part 2 “Liz, do you sleep naked?” Life sucks sometimes, but what’s new?

I choose to believe that fate will not offer me these enigmatic gestures of torture in the form of Kyle Deluca, but I guess I’m wrong.

It is always at the moments where I hope to achieve happiness from my diversions from work that Maria’s annoying brother chooses to pay her a visit. It is a Saturday morning, full of uninvited guests raiding the fridge, which causes me to want to pull my hair out and join happy hour at a dingy bar around the corner.

But do I submit to the urge to drink myself into a stupor?

No. I just relive the nightmare Kyle presents to me every damn weekend, because my room mate and best friend can’t tell her brother to get the hell out. “Kyle, fuck off,” I say with a smile.

Nothing at that moment could have given me more pleasure than to hit him side the head with the frying pan in my hand, but I’m not a violent person. “Oh come on Liz.

Just one date,” Kyle pleads, trying to form a fake pout on his lips, but unfortunately his action doesn’t have the desired effect. I shake my head, giving him a sexy smile.

“Kyle, come here,” I say, beckoning him closer to me with my index finger. He leans in with a huge smile on his face. “You look like a dumbass,” I whisper in his ear, before pushing him away. Of course this doesn’t discourage him in the least. “Liz you are so sexy when you’re like this.” What the hell was that? I groan in frustration as I slam the frying pan on the stove. A woman could only take so much, right?

Wrong! I am not only enduring the unpleasant company of Maria’s brother, but I also have to deal with the obnoxious neighbor Michael Guerin with his stalkerish tendencies.

A habit formulated from the fact that he was probably dropped on his head at birth, the blinds of his apartment on the third floor opens precisely everyday at the moment I leave my car to enter the building after a long day at work. Some may be flattered by such a display of admiration, if you were a sick twisted pervert, but I find that the whole experience leaves me questioning the sanity of this guy. It is not that he overtly chooses to remain in stalker mode;

He just finds any damn excuse he can think of to disturb the tranquility of my otherwise wonderful existence.

So I bring up a polite smile, in spite of the intrusion in my life, and hope that Isabel’s flavor of the month Alex will come by to sweep the two nutcases away.

But fate does not smile on me, because I have been standing for an hour, watching Kyle and Michael go back and forth, in and out of our kitchen like leaches, eating everything in sight. “So Liz, will you go to the airport with me?” Maria asks, stuffing Doritos in her mouth. I shake my head.

“No, I think I will forego the awesome experience of meeting Max the bumpkin,” I say in the most unaffected nonchalant tone I can muster. “A bumpkin?” Michael inquires with a mouth full of donuts. I frown in disgust.

“A bib?” I mimic, hoping my point would reach the residence of his puny brain. Michael shrugs and continues to stuff his face with Kyle sitting right beside him, following suit. It was the most disgusting display I have ever had the misfortune of encountering, but that will never deter the neanderthals from continuing their pursuit of all things food. “Come on Liz,” Maria practically whines, “I need your support.” “Why?” I ask, wondering what my friend’s infatuation with this guy could be. “Max is just so hot,” she bursts out, unconcern about the opinions of Kyle or Michael being around.

Of course, who would be concern about the opinion of these idiots? “Who is this Max?” Michael asks with a frown, directing his full attention to me. My eyes move over Michael briefly and I shudder in response to my moment of weakness.

Sure Michael is not bad looking, but has it really been that long since I had sex? A month would be considered a life time for some, but I manage to keep myself satisfied…on some level. “I’ll go with you to the airport,” I mumble, feeling the overwhelming need to gain some fresh air. Maria jumps up and pulls me into a tight embrace.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she exclaims, before heading off to her bedroom to dress for the day. “Girl, brush your teeth and get a damn tic tac!” I yell.

Thanks for the feedback! LairaBehr4: loved your feedback.

Thank you uw51: Liz dislike for Max is motivated by many factors.

One factor is definitely her attraction to him. begonia9508 jake17 roswell3053 sarammlover tinie38 Alien_Friend dreamer19 veronica Cocogurl: Liz is in a difficult position.

Maria like Max a lot, so Liz will not give in easily to any temptation. ShatteredDreamer RiceKrispy kay_b Allie Xie yayaliens Part 3 Quietness can be a wonderful companion in the morning;

Especially after a night of hearing my best friend laugh hysterically over every damn thing her infatuation utters through his delectable sexy lips…. O.k., so I admit Max Evans is very attractive, but I will not be fooled by his appearance.

I have seen in the past enough evidence to prove the whole pretty boy syndrome is a phase created for the sole purpose of trapping women into a world of illusion.

So many are sucked in by good looks, rich cars, or fat bank accounts and they completely forget to check the guy’s ego at the door. Too many become victims, but I refuse to be one of them. So I sip my coffee in complete silence, trying to find a plausible reason for why my friend would be foolish enough to invite Max into her room last night.

I can only assume that is where he slept, considering no present form inhabits the comfort of our sofa. On some level, I start to question whether or not I fully understand Maria’s relationship with Max, but I know that my initial assumption had to be correct.

Maria and Max are not friends with benefits, and so….I can rest easily knowing that the little green eyed monster will never pay a visit to my doorstep. “Good morning,” Maria sings out, and I groan inwardly from her cheerful greeting. “Maria, how long will I have to put up with the bumpkin?” I ask her immediately. Maria sits down across from me and smiles.

“God Liz, it felt so good to catch up on everything going on in his life.” I lift a brow as I watch her closely.

“Was that the reason he was in your room last night?

You were catching up?” Maria shook her head.

“No Liz. It’s not like that, even though I hope very soon it will be.

Max and I are just friends right now.” “So, what were you doing?” I ask casually. Maria eyes narrow on me and I place a mask of indifference on my face.

Whatever she decides to do with Max is not my business.

He is nothing to me. So why do I want to know so badly what went on last night in her room? “Liz, why are you so concern about Max and me?

I’ve invited guys into my room before and you never cared.” I shrug.

“I guess those other guys didn’t have the potential to break your heart like this guy,” I say. “So what is on the menu for today?” Isabel asks, breezing into the kitchen with a tank top and shorts on. “Maria was just about to explain to me why her childhood friend spent the night in her room,” I announce, taking another sip of my coffee. Isabel shrugs.

“I personally don’t care what Maria does with her sex life.” Maria throws up her hand, emitting a loud sigh of aggravation from her pouty lips.

“I will have you know that Max and I slept.

O.k.?” So I nod my head as a deep sense of relief and frustration takes hold inside of me.

I am happy that my friend didn’t do anything with the gorgeous bumpkin, but I am mad that I feel happy in the first place. It is a totally irrational and backward way of thinking, considering I have no claim on this Max guy anyway.

I don’t want one.

He is a typical male.

I don’t like typical males.

Hell I don’t like most males in general! Most of them, I believe, can be categorized into two places in the world of all things Elizabeth: freaks and losers.

So, what are their uses you might ask….the order of surmising the difference between companionship and desperation. I choose to have companionship whenever the need arises, but I will never allow my feet to tread upon the ground of desperation.

I don’t have to anyway, because getting a guy to notice me is not a difficult feat.

I am after all, as I must reiterate, the sexiest woman alive.

Even if it must be a delusional representation of my own narcissistic mind, I refuse to allow myself to be a slut. “Liz, are you off tomorrow?” Maria inquires, flipping her blond hair into a sloppy ponytail. “Careful Maria,” I mumble, “We don’t want Mr.

Bumpkin to see you looking your worse.” “Dammit Liz, what do you have against Max?

The whole time yesterday you hardly spoke a word to him,” Maria complains in a very annoying child like voice. I get up from the table and place my mug in the sink.

“He is your friend Maria, not mine,” I express in irritation as I make my way to the bathroom. For reasons I can’t really explain the women of our household prefer the closed door approach with our bathroom.

It is a rule that we follow with common sense instruction.

If the door is lock, someone is on the other side.

So I hardly contemplate why the bathroom door is shut, when I go to open it and find a half naked Max, with a towel wrapped around his waist, standing in front of the mirror.

His hair and chest are wet from a shower.

He is simply breathtaking.

Damn… My initial reaction should be to display a level of embarrassment for barging in on him, but that is not my response.

Instead, I find my annoyance for his presence reaches an all time high as I bark out a complaint.

“Have you ever heard of a lock, Mr.

Evans?” Max gives me a little smile.

“Have you ever heard of knocking Ms.

Parker?” I clench my teeth in exasperation while my eyes, involuntarily I might add, skims over his magnificent form.

I roam down his incredibly beautiful muscular chest and I feel angry at myself immediately for wanting to run my hands across his sculpted abs. Max watches my perusal with mild amusement.

“Do you like what you see?” he asks me in a mocking tone.

His brown eyes move over my body with a deliberate undertone of sensuality, undressing me with the sweep of his gaze, and I gasp with indignation from the blatant signal of his attraction. “You are an ass,” I remark, slamming the bathroom door to the sound of his laughter. The creep!

Just to think he has the unmitigated gall to laugh at me! Maria and Isabel both walk out from the kitchen with a total look of confusion written all over their faces. “Liz, what was that?” Maria asks with a frown. I shake my head and give her a fake smile.

“Just a misunderstanding,” I explain in an unaffected tone. “Well, I’m going to change before Alex arrives,” Isabel replies. Maria gazes at the bathroom door for a second before turning in the direction of her own room. So with the desertion of my friends for a brief moment, I flop down on our sofa in the hopes of relaxing for a few minutes, when the bathroom door opens. Max comes out wearing a regular button down black shirt and a pair of faded jeans.

Our eyes meet, and I shake my head in a silent command for him to keep walking to Maria’s room.

But instead, he walks toward me and I let out a deep sigh, closing my eyes against the emotions whirling inside of me.

This guy just can’t take a hint. The yesterday adventure had been no picnic for me.

I’d spent the biggest part of the evening ignoring Max’s laughter, his voice, and his body.

But he was a nuisance to my resolve, and I disliked him even more for it.

So I lingered most of the time after Maria and I had picked him up from the airport in my room.

But even with the short trips out of my room to the kitchen or bathroom, I always felt Max’s eyes on me, which only made me want to ask him what the hell his problem was…but I didn’t.

I tried to keep the instantaneous animosity to a minimum. After all, I never want anyone to accuse me of being a bitch.

I gave the guy a chance, but everything about him screams asshole of the first order.

He has been here one day and already he is staring at me like I’m his next steak!

God, men can be pigs!

How Maria could like someone like him, I will never know.

He is not worthy to shine her damn shoes. So why…oh why am I attracted to him! Now he is creating an unpleasant situation by being here.

“What do you want?” I ask. Max stands in front of me, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Is that a way to treat a guest?” “You are no guest of mine,” I reply angrily. “Liz---that is your name, right?” “Not to you.” “What do you have against me?” Max asks softly. I stand up abruptly, which causes him to take a few steps back.

There is barely one foot of space between us, as I glare at him.

“You are not even in my waking thoughts Mr.

Evans.” Max stares down at me for a few seconds.

His gaze rakes over my face, and I wonder what is going through his mind.

We are so close I can hear him breathe, and he leans in slightly, caressing my cheek with his next words.

“I don’t believe you,” he murmurs. God, he smells so good….I shake my head.

The random thoughts of lust I am having are nothing more than the evidence of my sexual frustration. It is obviously time to get a man---only to fulfill my sexual needs of course.

I sure wouldn’t want a man for anything else.

Please! The very idea makes me want to cringe in horror.

Men are for sex…period! Of course, I have a way of determining who will be my bed partner.

I’m not a slut. So, the selection process is strenuous and I am careful.

I have needs, but I’m not trashy.

I’ve had a limited amount of guys I’ve been with, and I want to keep it that way. I live on the edge of uncertainty, but I will not look at Max.

He is not even an option.

I don’t want him to be one. I move away from him quickly, turning my back.

“You don’t know me.” “You’re right I don’t----right now,” he says. I turn around to look into his eyes.

“You never will,” I remark firmly. Max smiles.

“We’ll see.” Then I watch him walk to Maria’s door and knock.

His hand is on the knob as he looks over his shoulder at me. His eyes trail up and down my body, before returning to my face and I suck in a breath as my heart palpitates with a loud thrum.

He is so damn sexy.

He is the enemy... Maria tells him to come in. His mouth turns up at the corner, while he looks at me.

“We will see,” he replies slowly, before he goes into my friend's room. I rake my hair back from my face with a sigh, while my mind goes into overdrive.

This is not the bumpkin I had been expecting from the country. Hating him is an easy option.

He is my best friend’s crush---a guy who I should regard with little interest. But now…. I not only identify with my own desire for him, but I identify with his as well. Thanks to singerchic4 for the awesome sig and avi! My Fics

Thanks for the feedback! begonia9508 sarammlover dreamer19 roswell3053 Alien_Friend carolina_moon jake17 veronica Cocogurl ShatteredDreamer Part 4 The dinner from hell... Rules, I believe, can be the basis for a woman having a decent life with less idiocy involved in her daily activities.

Of course, they can also be a pain in the ass, depending on how you think about it.

But for me, it is simple;

My mother is a beautiful woman who gave me what she considered wonderful words of wisdom to follow by. It is a natural inclination on my part as her daughter not to follow any of them. Seriously, what woman chooses to go by rules more suited for the nunnery, or a boarding school created for the sole purpose of shipping lusty girls off to prevent premarital sex? At the ripe age of thirteen, I learnt that a woman should never kiss and tell.

But what do I do to warn the incredibly large masses of women that they are approaching the loser territory?

Most of all, how do I prevent my friend from driving on that particular terrain? Common sense is something all women should learn to be acquainted with, and obviously I missed the introduction when I accepted a dinner invitation from my overly enthusiastic friend. So, I sit around a table with Maria, Isabel, Isabel’s boyfriend Alex, Kyle, and Max.

And the only thing I truly enjoy about the situation I find myself in is the classic pinot noir I sip on, while I create delightful ways to kill Maria’s childhood friend in my imagination. I personally have nothing against the guy, except he is completely wrong for my Maria. “Isn’t that right Liz?” I look up and notice everyone around the table gazing at me.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I ask. Isabel nods at Max.

“Max here, is also a jazz fan.

It appears Liz you have someone else who shares your interest in that boring music.” Max gazes at me with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

“So Liz, what is your favorite?” I hate this guy.

“I don’t really listen to jazz.” Maria frowns.

“Of course you do.

I hear it every time you are getting ready for bed.” “Oh, so you enjoy jazz before bed?” Max asks me.

“It can be a wonderful way to unwind, especially after a long day.” I look at him wondering why his words seem to have some hidden double meaning for me.

“I wouldn’t know, I don’t listen to it that much,” I say. “If you don’t, you should try it.

You might find that the experience can be stimulating,” Max replies meaningfully. I continue to look Max in the eyes, as I take another sip of my wine. “Max, how can jazz be stimulating?” Maria asks. Max does not reply as he watches me. I clear my throat.

“I like rock,” I state suddenly.

“Rock is what I really listen to.” Max grins.

“Me too. It appears we have a lot in common Miss Parker, or should I call you Liz? I groan inwardly, wishing that I could slap the grin off his handsome face.

He is playing word games, and Maria is right at the table.

Of course naturally, his attempts to bring his meaning home to me would not be obvious to the people around the table.

They didn’t know about our brief conversation in my living room. “Liz, anytime you need to unwind, I would most certainly like to offer my assistance,” Kyle tells me with a wink. Maria laughs at her brother’s comment, which completely infuriates me.

“Oh, Kyle has had a crush on Liz forever,” she explains to Max. Max shoots a glance my way.

“Really? Does she feel the same?” I want to throw my wine into his smug face, but I refrain from that particular course of action.

How do I answer without embarrassing Maria’s brother? The ass knows he is putting me in a bad spot.

“Kyle is…” I pause.

What the hell am I suppose to say? Kyle gives me a small smile, and I look around the table.

Everyone is staring at me, including the ass himself.

Is this some kind of sick twisted joke?

Did these people really expect some response? For reasons I could not begin to comprehend, I had grown a conscience.

I had no problem whatsoever telling Kyle what I thought of him in private, but in front of a group of people…. “Kyle is…” Max smiles at me, enjoying my predicament.

It is almost like he knows that I am struggling for an answer. Maria realizes that my feelings are not the same as her brother’s, but I know secretly she hopes that would change.

In her very strange world, she believes that if I am with her brother, we can one day become sisters. “I…um…need to use the ladies room.

Excuse me,” I say, getting up.

All the males at the table stand, while I exit speedily out the main part of the restaurant. I quickly use my sorry trip to the restroom to gather my wits.

It is on the average day a burger, fries, pizza, and chinese take out are our options.

But today, Maria chose to impress Max by suggesting that we go to this upscale place where everything on the menu is not below fifty bucks.

Even the salad made me want to ask for a glass of water and be done with it. Thankfully, Alex, who has a daddy with deep pockets I might add, volunteered to pay for everyone.

Lord, Isabel has hit the damn jackpot! A little money could possibly cause some women to ignore the defects in a man, but I am not one of them.

I just like Alex, because he fits the bill for my beautiful very high-maintenance friend.

Isabel needs a man.

She, sadly enough, seems to be lost without one. I shake my head as that thought runs through my mind.

I apply extra foundation to my flawless complexion, ready to return to the table.

My feet barely make it three steps, before I run straight into a hard body. Hands come out to steady me, and I look up to see brown eyes staring back at me.

“What do you think you are doing?” I ask in irritation. Max’s hands brush lightly over my arms.

“Preventing you from falling.” “That wouldn’t be an issue, if you would look where you are going,” I snap, ignoring the slight tingle I feel from having his hands on me.

My body is taut with a need that threatens to overtake me. Damn, damn, damn.

I need a man. I need a man real soon. I inhale his sexy cologne, feeling this deep urge to lick across his skin with my tongue. Where the hell did that come from? “You weren’t exactly watching where you were going,” Max comments with his hands still on my arms. I step back.

“Please don’t touch me,” I whisper. Max takes one step forward.

“Why?” I shake my head without answering.

His scent surrounds me like a blanket, warm and inviting. “Why can’t we be friends?” Max asks me.

“I know you don’t know me---" “That’s right, I don’t,” I respond quickly, averting my eyes from his. Max steps closer to me, evading my space with his powerful frame.

He leans into my ear.

“We can change that.” I pull my head back, taking in his beautiful features.

His lips, his eyes….his lips…. One moment of walking into this desire, and I know I will become someone I don’t wish to be. “I don’t want to change anything,” I murmur, attempting to walk around him. I knew proximity isn’t a good thing right now. Max stops me with his hand on my arm, but I refuse to look at him.

“We don’t know each other,” he says, “but don’t tell me you don’t feel this….” I jerk my arm to remove his hand and glare at him.

“I don’t feel anything, so can you please leave this alone,” I whisper out harshly. Max’s gaze falls to my lips.

“Nothing, huh?” “No.” “You’re lying,” he states. “You are a conceited bastard.” “I’ll prove it,” he returns, locking his gaze with mine. “Never,” I tell him, before I walk back to the table. Thanks to singerchic4 for the awesome sig and avi! My Fics

Thanks for the feedback! yayaliens Cocogurl Alien_Friend Natalie36 begonia9508 LairaBehr4 keepsmiling7 dreamer19:Thank you for your encouraging words and support for this fic and Deluge.

It really means a lot to me. ken_r: Quote: : Oh Ken, your statement makes me so curious.

Are you saying that so many girls and women walked away from you and were angry at you like Liz is to Max coz if that's the case then that makes me think of you in a complelety different light.

Pray tell. I have to confess I'm curious myself.

Thank you for your words and I hope you leave feedback again.

I am interested to get a different opinion or perspective on the characters in the story. mezz: Quote: : I think Liz is angry.

Of course the anger stems from the fact that she was hurt and used.

I guess the anger is also the reason she keeps telling us how beautiful and perfect in body she is.

She doesn't talk much about her personality though, except to say that she doesn't want to put Kyle down in front of anyone and that she won't break Maria's heart.

Perhaps she is a softy deep down. Without giving to much away I have to confess Liz is suffering from what I like to refer to as the 'Holly Golightly' syndrome from my favorite classic "Breakfast at Tiffany's.

Is she or isn't she a phony?

For instance, she could be regarded that way, but Liz is in her own self-inflicted bubble.

She believes what she thinks, even though her thoughts are not portraying what she really feels in her heart. Anyways, I could go on and on discussing the inner workings of Liz's mind, but I prefer to leave that up to the interpretation of the readers.

Thank you. jake17: As always, thank you carrie for your support.

I hope you enjoy the next part. RiceKrispy Addicted2AmberEyes Michelle in Yonkers Michelle in Quote: : dreamer19 I haven't gotten that Liz views all men as a piece of meat and that any guy will do in helping her get laid.

She wants to be the one that chooses;

She wants to be in control. Yeah, I'm going to have to side with dreamer19 on this one. Liz doesn't think of men as pieces of meat, but as jerks who are all about one thing.

Like most deep-seated romantics, she's almost given up on actually finding what she dreams of, and has decided instead to take 'the only thing men are good for' and beat them at their own game. You are right.

Liz doesn't see men as pieces of meat.

There is a underlining level of pretension surrounding her ideology of the whole male species and like dreamer19 said, she wants to be in control. carolina_moon sarammlover roswell3053 ShatteredDreamer AN: I have tons of writing projects on and off this board I work on, so I had to put this together quickly.

I'm asking everyone not to be too hard on me if I have errors in it, because I don't have a beta and I desperately need one.

So, if anyone wants to volunteer, let me know.

Thank you for reading and I hope everyone enjoys this next part.

Part 5 The club full of asses….. “Liz, I need you to help me figure out a way to get Max to notice me,” Maria whines the next morning after our dinner at the expensive restaurant the night before. “Maria, if he can’t see what a great person you are, that is his loss,” I state, ready to puke just from my own asinine remark. How the hell could I encourage my best friend to pursue the ass Evans? “But Liz, he just doesn’t notice me,” Maria tells me with a long suffering sigh. “Please Maria,” I mumble, taking a sip of my black coffee.

“Not today. The conversation about the ass…I mean Max can wait.” Maria lifts her brows at me.

“Did you just call him an ass?” I feign a cough in my attempt to keep from having to answer her. Evasion is a wonderful tool for any woman, and I know how to use it effectively.

After all, men, since the beginning of time, have practiced this method for their own diabolical uses. Yes diabolical….the evil asses. “Liz, you don’t like Max very much, do you?” What gave her that idea?

“Max is what he is,” I reply and inwardly cringe at my own stupidity.

When did I become a person who talks without using her brain at least a little bit? Maria frowned in confusion.

“What does that suppose to mean?” I sigh, taking another sip of my coffee without responding.

Sometimes it is best to remain quiet when the person you are speaking with is ready to go down the road with the other idiots. Don’t get me wrong.

Maria is intelligent, but with men, she is slow in the brain. It was hard to miss every look and heated gaze Max gave me at the restaurant, but my friend was completely oblivious to it.

She didn’t know that her little boy wonder….. Was the biggest ass in existence! I barely was able to get a bite of food in my mouth without looking up and seeing Max staring at me the whole damn time.

It was like he wanted to unnerve me with his beautiful eyes and sweet sensuous lips… Of course, the very idea of engaging in anything sexual with him is out of the question. “Liz, let’s go to a club tonight,” Maria suggests in excitement. “I don’t know,” I mumble unenthusiastically. “Kyle, will join us,” Maria tells me, as if that would somehow offer some type of real incentive for me to agree. “Oh, goody,” I say with unconcealed sarcasm. “Liz, do I detect a note of mocking in your voice?” “Mockery Maria,” I say in a bored tone. “Mockery?” Isabel questions, floating into the kitchen like someone in the damn ice capades. “Someone is in a good mood,” I mumble, rolling my eyes. Isabel looks at me with a smile.

“Babe, get laid.” “What the hell,” I utter in total disbelief.

Isabel, in spite of her many flaws, is suppose to be one of the ‘hold out’ women.

It is a routine she uses with every man and it effectively works. I could never quite understand how her method works, considering a guy could go anywhere if he wants to get his needs taking care of.

After all, there will always be desperate women and stupid men who will slip their dick into anything with a pulse. How pathetic! “I told Liz we should go to a club tonight,” Maria explains to Isabel. Isabel nods.

“What a great idea!” I shake my head.

“Count me out.” Maria gives me what she considers her ‘sad look’.

“Please Liz. I need you to help me with Max.” “No,” I say without hesitation.

There is no way in hell I would assist my friend in landing that…. “Absolutely, unequivocally, no no no,” I state. Isabel leans her back against the counter.

“You could use this opportunity to get yourself some much needed help with your frustration.” “Dammit, I’m not frustrated!” I snap irritably. Why do people only think about sex? I don’t always think about sex.

I mean, what is the big deal. If I had been given the opportunity to measure all the men I have been with on a scale, they would have had a one. A big fat one.

Maybe two if they lasted longer than five minutes. The losers. “I don’t need a man, when my vibrator can do a better job,” I comment in a bored tone. Maria gives me a look of shock, before she bursts out laughing at my remark. Isabel shakes her head.

“God Liz, you have been sadly deprived of the opportunity of being with a good lover.

To think you would say something like that.” “Do you honestly think I want to fake my orgasms?

That gets a little old,” I huff out in indignation. Maria gives me an incredulous look.

“Liz, you have never had an orgasm?” “Yes I have.” “With whom?” “The foot fetish guy.

Of course, I had just brought myself a new pair of sandals that day,” I respond. Maria and Isabel bursts out laughing again. Isabel wipes her eyes.

“Liz, that is just sad,” she states.

“You need to get out girl.” “It is a waste of time.” “Please Liz.

Pretty, pretty please,” Maria pleads in an annoying voice. I lift my hand in my effort to get her to stop that incessant noise.

“Fine. I will go to the club.”

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“Need sex advice?” Did she actually ask me that?

Of course she did.

What else could I expect in the morning hours when I prefer to be left alone? “Sure,” I state sarcastically.

“I always wanted to know how to sell it to the highest bidder.” Isabel smirks.

“The sheets are a hell of a lot more appealing with a large amount of money stuck between them.” It figures Miss I’ll-hold-out would say that.

“All this time I thought it was the size of the man you focused on.” Isabel snorts.

“I met plenty of those and it has never been about the size.” I place my hand on my chest in an act of contrived astonishment.

“What? I’m shocked!” Isabel continues.

“I think to myself, will I get a five star hotel in Hawaii or a brand new Prada bag?” “Said the woman who has a number of conversations like that,” I mumble, taking a sip of my coffee. I watch my roomie lift a brow at me and I shake my head.

How we got to the point of having such an idiotic discussion early in the morning, I’ll never know. I proceed to give Isabel one of my withering glares.

It has cut a lesser man to shreds, but obviously it is having the opposite effect on women.

“Can I drink my coffee in peace?” “Only if you tell me what is going on between you and Maria’s fantasy toy.” “Maria’s fantasy toy?” I ask. “Max.” I rub my forehead in frustration, hoping to forget the guy my best friend wants. On some level, I had expected Maria to confront me, but instead she pretended that the incident at the club was a figment of her overactive imagination.

She pulled Max away to dance last night and the confrontation I waited for never came. “There is nothing there,” I mutter. “I saw you last night with him.” “I wasn’t with him,” I state in annoyance.

“He was bothering me.” “Maria isn’t blind.” “What the hell is that suppose to mean?” I ask. “Liz, you know what it means,” Isabel replies, sitting down across from me at the table. I look at her for a moment without speaking.

Silence speaks volumes to a person who knows how to listen.

Words can be empty, and I know denying the truth will only create a gap between the problem and the solution. “Girl, if you can’t be honest with me, at least be honest with yourself.

What is going on between you and Max?” “That is what I would like to know,” Maria replies, walking into the kitchen.

She glances briefly at Isabel.

“Izzy, can I speak with Liz alone.” Isabel jumps up from the table, giving me a meaningful look.

“No problem,” she says, exiting the room. Maria takes Isabel’s seat at the table.

Her expression is unreadable as I gaze at her.

“Maria, does he know?” I ask.

Why waste my precious time beating around the bush? Maria nods.

“I told him several years ago.” “So what the hell is the problem?” I inquire in exasperation. Maria sighs.

“He wasn’t interested.” It is beyond me to understand why some women chase after men with the word desperation stamped on their foreheads.

It is flat out pathetic! “Is he interested now?” I ask her carefully, trying to figure out in my mind why her answer matters. I know he isn’t into Maria.

It is painfully obvious that Max just sees her as a friend. Maria slowly shakes her head.

“No, he made it clear before he just wants to be friends.” What an insensitive ass!

He chases after another woman right in front of her! “Maria, he doesn’t care about your feelings.” Maria shakes her head again.

“No, you are wrong Liz.

He thinks I am seeing someone.” “That is a load of crap!” I exclaim.

“He is a jerk who only thinks with his dick!” “Max has been straight with me.” I get up from the table to place my mug in the sink.

“Damn Maria, this is some type of elementary shit.

You are too old for this.” “Liz, not him, o.k.?

You can have practically any guy you want, but don’t go for Max,” Maria pleads. I roll my eyes in aggravation.

“Maria, he is yours.

If you want to play preschool games with the village idiot, go ahead,” I tell her.

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I hope you enjoy. Part 7 The Comfort Talk… I’m a coward.

I’ll admit it. When a woman receives a kiss from a man, there are different ways she could react to it, but for me there was only one. I ran. I left Max in favor of one common goal. “He kissed you?” I look across the table at my gorgeous dark hair colleague Jesse.

I couldn’t exactly call him a friend, because I rarely speak to him outside the office, but I was in need of a ‘comfort moment’.

I needed to vent my frustration, so I looked him up. What other options do I have?

I can’t talk to Maria.

She is part of the problem. And Isabel?

I love the girl, but her only resolution is to stack up the dollar signs. “Yes,” I answer. “Interesting,” Jesse exclaims, a twinkle of mischief in his dark expressive eyes.

“Did you kiss him back?” I lift my brows at him over the rim of my coffee mug. “Well?” “Yes.” “Very interesting,” Jesse states, leaning forward in his chair. I am starting to question my judgment.

“Jesse, don’t make it into more than it really is,” I tell him. “Did you do anything else?” God I wanted to.

“No,” I state defensively. “But you wanted to.” Hell yeah.

“No,” I deny emphatically. “You did,” Jesse says with a little laugh.

“And with your friend’s boy toy.” I casually flip Jesse the bird as I raise my mug to my lips.

I am not normally a woman who gives into the whole 'let's talk about the guy' scenario, but I do feel the vibe crashing down around my damn feet. I am not about to allow Maria’s friend to become a stumbling block for me.

Some women might have the unfortunate problem of stumbling over guys in their race to appear perfect in a world full of imperfection, but I am not one of them. Jesse stares at me contemplatively.

“You want to play in the sheets with him.” My eyes skim over the small café.

“I don’t play games that way." Jesse smiles at me.

“Honey, you don’t play at all.

Maria marked this Max guy as off limits.

Why do you think she did that Liz?” I shrug.

“She wants him.” Jesse shakes his head.

“Liz, I’m with Thomas, but I acknowledge the reasons I was turned off by past relationships.” “Maybe because you’re gay.” “Because I don’t find a woman with a tree of broccoli stuck between her teeth appealing.” I cough out a reply.

“What?” Jesse continues.

“Or a dress stuck between a woman’s panty hose and her ass attractive.” “That doesn’t make a bit of sense.” Jesse nods.

“Oh it does babe.

For some women…they try too damn hard, but you don’t.” “Jesse, your point?” “Maria is scared.” “Jesse, you’ve seen Maria.

She is beautiful.

She has no reason to be scared.” Jesse lifts a brow.

“Oh, but she does and you know it.” I shake my head as his words sink in.

“No, you’re wrong.” “Am I Liz?

You know like I know, there is no substitution for attraction.”

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He has been gone two weeks,” Maria grumbles into her orange juice. The weekends are lovely.

The week ending with two glorious days of peace is something I constantly long for, but with Maria as a friend, I know peace may be a privilege I may never have.

I love my friend, but if she mentions Max one more time, I think I will explode. “Maria, he is moving here.

It takes time to get everything together,” I tell her, sipping on my morning coffee. “Yeah, but he only called me once since he has been gone,” Maria replies glumly. “Well, hopefully the party tonight will get your mind off of Max.” “Liz, about Max---” Maria begins. I cut her off.

“I don’t want to talk anymore about Max, Maria.

He is your friend and you have made it abundantly clear to me how you feel about him.” Maria looks at me contemplatively.

“Liz, are you attracted to him?” How do I answer that?

Yes, he is attractive.

He is simply gorgeous.

But how do I admit something like that to my friend without her going into a paranoid streak of believing I want Max for myself?

I may be a coward about this situation and a phony, but I have to play it safe. I shrug.

“He is alright,” I state in the most nonchalant tone I can muster. “Liz---” “Please drop it Maria,” I snap irritably.

The last thing I want to think about is Max.

The last shred of decency I can gather will give me the strength to forget the kiss I shared with him. I love parties.

It is an amusing pastime where I have the benefit of engaging in stimulating conversation with some very interesting people. So I stand in one corner having a conversation with a guy name Sean Valenti and I start to reevaluate in no uncertain terms how this man could have possibly been given an invitation to our home. “Just to think, you have kinetic and potential energy driving roller coasters---” Shoot me now!

I think I will die of boredom.

“How interesting,” I say in a less than enthusiastic tone as I cast a quick glance at Jesse standing beside me. He is staring at the carpet with a smile on his face, obviously trying hard not to laugh and failing miserably. “Well, Sean, you are a physics teacher, I presume?” Jesse asks, his voice trembling with mirth. Sean frowns.

“Am I missing something here?” A lot buddy.

“Sean, I am intrigued.

Tell me more,” I remark kindly with a smile. Sean grins.

“Well,” he begins, “potential energy is the mass times the height.” He shakes his head.

“No, that’s wrong.

It is the mass times gravity times height.” Jesse feigns admiration I know he doesn’t feel.

“Your knowledge is amazing Mr.

Sean Valenti.” I snort at the asinine remark.

Jesse is anything but subtle.

His real opinion is the platform for true comic relief.

“Please excuse us,” I say, pulling Jesse away. “Jesse, it is wrong to make fun of our guest,” I tell him, giving smiles to the various people I pass. “Liz, you don’t even know half the people here.

Admit it. Most of the guests are Maria’s and Isabel’s.” I take a sip of my drink.

“Why would you assume that?” “Because you don’t play parlor tricks with idiots.” “Got to play with someone,” I respond with a sigh. “Liz, are you frustrated?” Jesse asks with a little smirk. “Yes.

It has been too long.” “Then give in to him,” Jesse reasons in a bland tone.

“Stop fighting what you want.” “I don’t want him,” I deny.

How many times will I have to lie through my teeth? “Then talk to him and frustrate yourself some more,” Jesse offers in a sarcastic voice. Maria waves me over to her little group in the corner of our living room, but I shake my head.

“What can I do, Jesse?

Maria wants him.” Jesse follows my gaze to my blond friend.

“But he wants you.” “I can’t do it.” “Liz, give in and get him out of your damn system.

Don’t tell me you don’t want him, because I know you do.” “This is the worse advice you have ever given me,” I state. Jesse continues to look at Maria.

“I know.” “Then why offer it?” Jesse places his drink on a nearby table and jerks his head in the direction of my apartment door.

“Because the shit is about to hit the fan Liz.

He won’t give up easily.” I glance at the door and sigh.

Max arrives with a bag on his shoulder and Maria hugs him. So the torture begins.

“He will move on.

He just wants to get into my panties,” I tell Jesse as I continue to watch Max. Jesse smirks.

“Panties or thongs?” I slap his shoulder.

“Be good.” “Always.” Maria places a drink in Max’s hand.

He leans down and laughs at something Maria is whispering in his ear. “She will fight for him,” Jesse states. “I’m not fighting back,” I answer. “Aren’t you?” Jesse asks, looking at me.

“Liz, don’t you want him?

Be honest.” Max locks his gaze on me.

His expression is unreadable and serious.

I try to move my eyes somewhere else other than his face, but I can’t.

I’m treading on thin ice.

“I can’t go there, Jesse.

Maria is my friend.” Jesse ignores that statement.

“Do you want him Liz?” “Yes.”

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Some decisions leave room for error, but I don’t think this is one of those cases.

I know that my rational mind is telling me to run again.

How can I allow myself to get to this point? I am standing in Max’s empty apartment, running my eyes casually over the boxes scattered across his large living room floor.

“No furniture?”I ask. Max moves a box to one side of the room, placing it on top of another one in the corner.

He turns around to look at me.

“My furniture will be here tomorrow,” he replies, studying me. I stare back at him, trying to breathe under his incredibly intense scrutiny.

The man is gorgeous.

I wet my lips and notice his gaze drop to my mouth, following the movement.

This is going to be harder than I thought.

“Why did you move here Max?” Max lifts a brow, obviously amused by the impudence of my question.

“Why do you think I moved here Liz?” he inquires, slowly walking toward me. Breathe Liz, simply breathe.

“Max, I don’t want—Maria.

We have to think about Maria,” I say nervously, realizing he is close enough for me to touch him. Max looks down at me.

“Liz, stop pretending.” I raise my gaze to his, inhaling the sexy cologne that has tormented me on many occasions.

“Maria is my friend.

No pretension—” Max shakes his head, interrupting me.

“No pretension Liz?

What were you going to say?

You and I both know that this thing between us won’t go away.” He leans close to me.

“At least not until it is satisfied.” “Max, Maria cares about you.

She—” I rake my hair back from my face in frustration.

“This is not my job.” Max grabs my arm, holding it in mid air.

I feel my resolve burn with every second of his touch.

I want him so much, so fervently, I feel like I will explode.

“You don’t want some guy that is going to come with some bullshit.

You don’t want watered down words meant for some corny ass soap.

You want the truth.

Well the truth is Liz I wanted you from the first moment I laid eyes on you.

I want you now.” Max holds my gaze intently as he drops my arm.

“You can spill out lies between your beautiful lips, but you want this too.” “Max, don’t flatter yourself,” I reply, crossing my arms over my chest.

I had to find the ultimate defense mechanism.

Nothing is working. Max grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into a kiss before I can protest.

The feel of his lips against mine sends my lust for him soaring through the roof.

He loves me with his mouth—making love to me with his lips in a way no other man has ever attempted to do.

He is so so damn good.

But then just as quickly as he initiates the kiss, he breaks it.

His fingers delve into my hair, playing with strands around my face.

“Soon Liz.” I place my hands on his chest and pull away.

My mind is muddled and that alone is pathetic.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I can’t do this. “Max,” I begin, and then I look around. Max reads my thoughts with acute accuracy.

“I’m sleeping on the floor,” he responds, running a hand lightly through his hair.

“Don’t worry Liz.

You won’t be in my bed tonight.” “Or any night,” I whisper, trying to gather the strength to turn away from this weird attraction. Max shakes his head.

“You’re wrong Liz.

You just won’t be with me tonight because I respect you too much to take you on the damn floor.” The nerve of the guy to think he has options with me.

I am Liz Parker. I decide the when and where of my life.

No one else has that privilege. I take several steps back from him.

“You are arrogant enough to think you call the shots, huh?

Think again,” I state, turning to go to the door as fast as my feet will take me.

I don’t allow any man to control my life in any way, even when sex is involved.

I place my hand on the door knob when Max’s voice stops me. “What now Liz?” he asks. I sigh, knowing that my true purpose for coming over had been narrowed down to a few pointless moments of conversation that only serve to bring about more frustration on my part.

It had been an unnecessary result of my lame attempt to resolve the attraction I felt for Max, but I didn’t get too far.

“Nothing,” I answer, leaving temptation behind. I wake up happy, knowing that I was able to resist the urge to sleep with Max, but it still doesn’t take care of the problem with my needs as a woman.

I am like any warm blooded woman who wants the touch, physical connection with a man of my choice.

But it is not a situation that can easily be handled when the guy of my choice is my best friend’s obsession.

Maria is in love with... Or could I really call it love?

Does she want Max for her own self gratification or do her emotions play a part in her desire? I choose not to allow my mind to examine the truth too closely;

It will bring me to a conclusion I am not ready to acknowledge.

For a short span of time, I love the idea of staying in complete ignorance. “Liz, do you want to go to a club tonight with Max and me?” Maria asks, sauntering into the kitchen while I go through my morning coffee ritual. “No,” I reply grumpily. Maria smiles, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“It is so great to have Max here now.

Today, I am going next door to help him get situated.” “How perfect,” I mumble in irritation.

I can’t begin to figure out why the thought of Maria being over there all day in Max’s apartment bothers me. Maria lifts her brows.

“You are in a happy mood this morning,” she comments sarcastically, pouring a glass of orange juice. I was until you started talking about Max.

“I have a lot on my mind.” Maria sits down across from me at the table.

“Talk to Iz?” “When do we ever get to talk to our roommate?

She is too busy living in Alex’s spacious very extravagant condo.” “Well, I guess we should be thankful she was at least here for the party last night.” I take a sip of my coffee and nod.

“One has to be grateful for small considerations,” I reply in a sardonic tone. When a woman wants to fix a car, should she consider various forms of payment?

Maybe a little smile here, a little cleavage there, seems to stimulate the lower regions of the average male quite effectively, but when the guy who possesses the skill to help with the car is already interested without much encouragement, then a woman can forego the typical techniques available in her arsenal. Michael closes the hood of my car and wipes his dirty hands on a rag.

“You’re ready to go,” he replies with a friendly smile. “Thank you,” I say, returning his smile with a little one of my own.

“How much?” Michael shakes his head.

“Liz, I’m not a mechanic.

Consider it payment enough for me to see you smile.” A little on the sappy side, but cute. I tilt my head slightly to the side, running my eyes over Michael.

I realize with surprise that I never took the time to really look at him.

The guy has real potential, even with his stalkerish tendencies.

“No payment? How generous.” Michael gives me a crooked grin.

“You could pay me with a date?” How many times have I heard the same question flow from his lips?

I gaze into his kind eyes.

Time for a change.

“Yes,” I say, nodding my head.

“I’ll go out with you.” Michael’s grin grows bigger.

“Friday night?” “Fine,” I agree.

“Pick me up at nine.”

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I pick my blouse from off the floor, ready to put it on and leave when Max grabs my arm.

“Don’t do this Liz.” “Let me go,” I say irritably. Then Max rips the blouse from my hand and throws it across his living room.

“Not tonight Liz.

Not anymore.” “Who the hell do you think you are?” I ask as his arms encircle my waist, pulling my body against his. His fingers dig into my hair;

He gazes deeply into my eyes.

“You won’t be leaving me tonight,” he responds with a confidence that almost scares me. I place my hands on his chest ready to pull away when his lips crash down on mine. He tastes like sweet wine, delving into my mouth intensely.

But the moment is short-lived as I use my palms to push against his chest and he lets me go.

“You don’t control anything,” I murmur, trying to get my bearings.

My heart is racing and… Damn if he doesn’t look gorgeous standing there with his black hair falling over his forehead, giving him a boyish youthful look. Max stares at me.

“I won’t wait any longer,” he tells me in a deep gentle voice. Something inside me balks at the remark.

“Like hell you won’t,” I reply indignantly. Max starts moving toward me, and I take several steps back until my derriere hits the edge of his couch. “Stay away,” I say urgently, fearing that I will not be able to fight the desire curling inside my stomach.

I want him so much I can hardly stand it. But he doesn’t hesitate as one hand cradles the side of my head, while his lips brush the curve of my neck. I inhale sharply, enjoying the sensation of his mouth. He whispers into my ear.

“I’ve got to have you Liz.” His other hand reaches down to tug my skirt up when I catch his hand in a grip.

“No,” I say, attempting to release myself from the road I am about to go down. My eyes lift to his.

“I won’t do this to her.” But then the quietness emerges into the equation.

An undercurrent of our attraction crackles through the air as Max stares intently into my eyes. A minute passes…two minutes… The promise of his touch causes me to weaken beneath his gaze. He turns me swiftly around until my back is facing him, and he bends me over the couch. My hands grip the back of it tightly as his body rubs up against mine. Standing behind me, he lifts my skirt up quickly.

“Do you want me Liz?” “No,” I respond shakily, attempting to escape his grasp, but he holds me in place. Max chuckles briefly, ripping my thong practically from my body.

“Liz, you are such a beautiful liar,” he remarks, unzipping his pants quickly.

He bends me further over the couch, running his fingers up between my thighs. I relent.

I want him too much not to.

“Take me,” I mutter, no longer caring what the consequences may be. The crown of his cock teases the opening of my slick passage, causing a moan to slip from my mouth;

His hands grip my hips.

I wait, anticipating. “Max…,” I begin, as he drives deeply into me.

He feels so amazing.

I groan out in delicious agony. “You want this Liz,” he murmurs, withdrawing slowly and then surging back in roughly. A cry of pleasure explodes out of me and I close my eyes as he starts a rhythm in me.

My breasts bounce from the intensity of his vigorous strokes into my body.

His teeth graze my shoulder as he grabs a fistful of my hair, sucking on my neck violently. Yet I enjoy his roughness, reveling in how hard he takes me from behind.

He doesn’t hold anything back.

I love it. “Max! Yes!

Fuck me.” “You starving for my cock Liz?” “Yes Max, please,” I barely get out.

He is fucking me so forcefully now, my legs are unable to withstand his powerful thrusts into my wet core.

He holds me firm, ramming harder and faster. I bite my lip against the sweetness of his length filling me over and over again.

He moans my name into my neck, devouring my skin with his lips. “Max!” I scream as my walls contract around his cock;

He pounds into me several more times before he comes inside of me. He pulls out slowly and I lean back against his chest.

The cycle of our steady pants echo the air as we catch our breath. Max touches my ear with his mouth.

“I wanted you so much, I forgot the bed,” he murmurs, zipping up his jeans.

My skirt falls around my thighs. I laugh lightly, remembering our previous conversation.

“Is that a way to treat a woman?” Max kisses my ear.

“Definitely not.” “Well I didn’t plan for…” I begin, and then I stop.

I close my eyes as the consequences warn me of its arrival. Maria. How could I forget her in the midst of all this?

It is obvious. I was sexual frustrated and Max helped to relieve me of the problem. I attempt to pull away from Max, but he grabs my arm.

He knits his brows together in confusion.

“Liz?” Shaking my head, I jerk my arm from his grasp.

I walk across the room to get my blouse.

“Max, this was just—,” “Just what Liz?” Max asks coolly.

“You want to pretend like we didn’t just fuck here in this living room?” I button up my blouse with shaky hands.

There is no way I am going to forget this moment.

“Max, this is a third party situation.” He walks across the room to stand in front of me.

He lifts my chin with his forefinger and thumb.

“What we did here wasn’t about Maria, so don’t bring her into it.

It was about you and me.

What we wanted.” I gaze into his eyes without hesitation.

“If I was a true friend, this would have never happened,” I remark in an unstable voice. “That is bullshit Liz!” Max exclaims, taking my face in his hands.

“You and I wanted each other—pure and simple.

I still want you.” I try to pull away. “Don’t,” he whispers, “turn away.” “Max.” He looks straight into my eyes.

“Let’s do what we both mutually want.” What we mutually want?

A woman could get herself into a hell a lot of trouble following that concept.

I lift my hand to cover his on my cheek.

“Max it is just sex.” Max smiles slightly.

“I know,” he responds with his eyes gliding over my form lustfully.

“I want you again, but this time in a bed.

Say yes Liz.” I sigh deeply as the inward battle commences. He softly kisses my lips.

“Say yes Liz. Will you stay?” “I’ll stay.” Thanks to singerchic4 for the awesome sig and avi! My Fics




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