Excerpt from one of my stories:

Go to Teenage Groupie X for the beginning

Nick had left the club by the time I stepped out of the bathroom---so said the bartender. I grabbed my coat and made for his room, wishing that he would be there. On knocking, I heard him ask me to come in. He was standing in his room, having a drink by him self.
“I am so disappointed in you Nikki.” He scolded as soon as I took a few steps in.
“Can you blame me?” I aimed for the glass of brandy in his hand, but he moved it further away. I hissed, and took a seat on his large double size bed.
“I’ve had a horrible 48 hours, Nick.” I cried, slumping my face in my hands.

“Well, you asked for it.” He sat down beside me. “The first day you caught him in the bathroom with Vikki, did you do anything? Nope, you didn’t. You walked out, why? Why would you do that? And now you want to come back? Why would you do that too, does any of this make any sense to you, cos’ it sure doesn’t to me.” His inflated voice was screeching in my head, adding to my headache. “You should have insisted that he’d stop cheating on you then and there, thrown the girl out and made your stance known. But you want to do it now, it’s a bit too late for that.” He left me on the bed and proceeded to take off his clothes. “Why do women like you like men like that, I mean after all he’s done, you would still want to have him back, what is it, the new guy you are with not good enough for you?” he took off his shirt, and flung it on the sofa. He was standing in a white undershirt that emphasized his rounded belly. The sight of that belly amused me.

“Nick, I hope you are changing to take me back to the Hilton?” I asked, curious.

“Nope, I can’t drive tonight. I’m too drunk. You can crash here or I’ll call you a hotel taxi. But between you and me, I’d advise you to crash here, cool off a bit.” He loosened the belt on his trousers. When he noticed I was not responding, he asked, “What is it, you don’t trust me?”

“No, I don’t trust me.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to, I’m too tired tonight, you’ve worn me out all day…” he went into the bathroom to take off his pants. “How could you do what you did tonight, Nikki?” I heard him shout from within.

I walked up to the bathroom door so that he could hear my answer, “I don’t know Nick, Something just came over me; I haven’t been this angry in a long time. I wasn’t this angry that day at the store. I just lost it.”

He stepped out of the bathroom smelling of fresh aftershave, in a pair of khaki shorts that revealed his muscular hairy legs, and the same white undershirt. He walked past me and headed to the bed, the strong musky aftershave caressing my nostrils. He sat on the bed and started to flip over the channels with the remote. The sight of him in his nighttime gear sent an impulsive surge through me. I ignored it and went into the bathroom to change my clothes, fortunately I had brought my bags along, and so I picked out a nightshirt from it.

With all that had happened this evening, and for the past couple of days, I found that I wasn’t angry with AJ. I still could not find an iota of hate in my heart for him. Instead I found a deep-rooted diabolical urge to hurt him, to play his game, to make him feel worse than I did when I saw him tonight with Vikki, to make him beg. It seemed going away with Lance was certainly not working.

An hour later, Nick and I were necking on the bed.

“No, no, Nikki, I can’t do this.” He pulled his mouth away from me so forcefully that I almost bit his lower lip off. He brought himself to sitting position.

My hands had made their way into his crotch and I was massaging his thickness to rise to the occasion. I stopped for a second and looked at his translucent eyes, there was a hunger reflecting in them and I knew he was halfway there, almost erect. “What do you mean you can’t do this? You want me don’t you?” I asked seductively, reminiscing the pulsating bulge I had cradled in my hands a few seconds ago. His dick was thick and rounded, unlike AJ and Lance’s.

“I do. You know I do. But I can’t. AJ is my friend. How can you even think this?” He pulled my hand away, and sat up on the bed, leaving me lying beside him. He adjusted his member in his shorts, trying to calm it down.

I sat up, frustrated and embarrassed. I hadn’t planned on Nick rejecting me, in fact on anyone rejecting me. No one ever had.

“Is this some sort of joke, Nick?” I said with clenched teeth.
“Not to me. But to you it is,” he remarked shyly.
Suddenly I felt a pinch of remorse cut through my veins, for what I had almost made him do.
“I like you Nikki, and you know it. But I can’t have you, using me as some diabolical scheme to get back with AJ, it’s not gonna work that way.”

I smirked, my sentiments exactly, he had even used my own words to describe it. “Do you think sex is a game, a weapon you can brandish at people anyhow, make them do whatever you want? It may have worked with other people, but it’s certainly not gonna work with me.” He made to get up from the bed, grabbing a pillow but I stopped him instantly.

“I’m sorry Nick. I’m sorry,” I said, forcing my voice to show as much genuine remorse as could appease him. He was deeply hurt that I could think of using him and I felt bad for that, bad that it was he, but not bad that I had chosen to use my body for what I wanted. “Common, let’s go to bed. I promise I won’t try anything. I swear.” I crossed my heart, dismissing my smirk.

He hissed loudly, before he reluctantly joined me on the bed. His perfume still aroused a sexual desire in me, but I chose to ignore it, choosing to brave the night with him in “platonic” land. It was going to be very hard. I placed his hands across my waist into a cuddle position before we fell fast asleep.