It all started with a text message. A text message that woke Ainsley up at three in the morning after she had worked a thirteen hour shift at work that day. A text message that was from a friend of a friend that she hardly knew. A text message that said two simple words: Let’s fuck.

That was it – Let’s Fuck with all the proper punctuation and everything. Well, shit, he used a capital “L” and an apostrophe, and – oh dang – a period at the end? This had to be serious, then. He had to be serious. Which was odd, because from what Ainsley knew about him, he wasn’t a particularly serious guy. He was always smiling – always. Almost to the point where it was annoying. But his laughs justified his expression and his dimples radiated his genuine happiness. But he wasn’t serious – not like that. Not Let’s fuck serious. Especially without his usual “hehe” or smiley face at the end.

She set her phone back down on her nightstand and set her head back down on her waiting pillow – writing the text off as either a mistake of a drunken moment of stupidity. Her eyes grew heavy, her mind slowly falling back to black, and her body slowly relaxing…

Jaime Preciado’s name lit up the room as her phone shook violently from her nightstand. She ripped it off the charger and slid her finger across the screen with the full intention of lecturing him.

“Hello?” Her tone came out far less menacing as she would have liked. You could hear the exhaustion in her voice and the desperation in her answer/

“Ainsley,” Jaime said casually, “did you get my text?”

“Yeah…” Ainsley’s voice trailed off as she figured that Jaime was going to explain himself. She waited for him to apologize and tell her it was a drunken mistake or someone had taken his phone – any excuse, really.

“So?” he replied, coolly. “What do you think?”

“What…wait – are you serious?” She sat up, now fully awake and even angrier than before. It was one thing to wake her up at three AM, but it was another to expect that she’d just get up and go fuck someone she hardly knew.

“Yeah, why not?” You’re single. I’m single. You’re hot. I’m hot. Let’s be spontaneous,” he said. His usual tone was back, but his words were still sincere. “Let’s fuck.”

Hearing the words from his mouth didn’t make her cringe like she thought. Instead, she found herself contemplating the idea. Ainsley was not one to ever “hook-up”, nor did she condone the behavior in other people. In fact, she thought it was trashy, disgusting – repulsing, even.

But she was still thinking about it.

Jaime definitely wasn’t her type. She liked the edgier guys with defined jawlines, olive skin, and muscular physiques. But the image of Jaime’s average-sized body, purposely messy hair, and striking dimples seemed to be the perfect alternative.

Surely the sex would be quick and lustful – something just to get them both off. Which would be nice. Ainsley couldn’t remember the last time she had a decent fuck. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’s wanted to be fucked. And now that she thought of it, she really needed to get laid before her lack of intimacy dried her up.

“Ainsley?” His voice brought her back to the conversation. “Be spontaneous.”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Okay,” she said.

“I’ll text you the address I’m at,” he said calmly.

“O-okay,” she stuttered a bit.

“Bye.”

The line went dead. She stared at her screen. Jaime’s previous text stared her in the face. After three minutes she figured he wasn’t going to give her the address and was actually sitting on the other end, laughing at her desperation, or showing whoever he was with how he could get any girl, or worse, showing her friends that she was actually a hypocrite – that even though she yelled at them for hooking up with people they hardly knew, she would actually do what she claimed to hate.




She got a text message from Jaime telling her to call him when she got there just as she was pulling up across the street of a suburban home at the other side of town. She put the car in park, but left it running as she pulled her phone to her ear. After a couple of rings, she saw Jaime making his way down the driveway of the house while shoving his phone back into his pocket. She ended the call and placed her phone down in the cup holder.

As Jaime began to cross the street, Ainsley suddenly grew extremely nervous. She felt awkward – things were too planned out, too weird. What would happen as soon as he got in the car? Would they go to his house? Go to hers? Surely, she didn’t want to bring someone home at this hour, her neighbors would notice, and what would they think? Ainsley was a nice girl, she couldn’t be bringing drunk, tattooed men home at three in the morning when she lived on the second story of her apartment complex.

He pulled the door open and got into the passenger’s seat. His smell immediately filled the car. She expected to smell alcohol and sweat, like he had been at a party, but instead he smelled fresh out of the shower. His cologne was subtle, but easily filled the car as he shut the door.

“Hi,” he said as he put his seatbelt on. “Just start driving.”

Ainsley did as she was told and started to pull forward. She drove straight down the street until Jaime told her to turn. She continued to follow his directions until they ended up at the end of a neighborhood cul-de-sac where the streetlights were all off. She parked the car and just sat, staring straight out of the windshield.

“Do you smoke?” he asked as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small pill bottle filled with green nuggs and a small pipe along with it. “Can we smoke inside the car?” he asked, even though she hadn’t even answered the question.

“No, we should step outside,” she said. They stepped out of the car and walked around to the back of her car. Jaime set his things down on top of the trunk as he began to pack a bowl for the two of them to share.

“You want greens?” he asked, holding the pipe and the lighter out to her. She shrugged and took the pipe from him - lighting the top, inhaling, pulling the pipe away, and then handing it back to Jaime. She held the smoke in her lungs until the burn was almost enough to make her cough. She slowly let it out of her nose as Jaime took his own hit from the pipe.

They passed the pipe between the two of them until there was nothing but ash left. He cleaned out the bowl and shoved his things back into his pocket.

“Just in time,” Jaime said. “Come on, we’ve got to go.”

Ainsley looked behind her as the house closest to them flicked on its porch light. They quickly got back into the car and Jaime gave her more directions, driving her around the neighborhood in one big circle until they ultimately ended up back outside of the house that she had picked him up at.

“Sooo…” Jaime said awkwardly as he pushed his head against the back of the seat. “What do you want to do?”

“Anything,” Ainsley said quietly, hoping that he would get the hint. The air in the car was dense and hot. She could hear Jaime’s shaky breathing. He was making a lot of noise from where he sat – breathing shakily, occasionally biting his nails, shifting around uncomfortably in the seat.

Ainsley kept her gaze forward. Her body pushed back into the seat and her seatbelt still on. She felt extremely unapproachable, but she didn’t want to see so easy, but then again, she already was being easy.

“When do you need to be home?” he asked quietly.

Ainsley could feel her skin heating up. She was getting turned on just from the environment. The way they were so indirectly talking about what they had met up to do had her stomach in knots and her heart beating a mile a minute. “Whenever. When do you need to be home?”

“Whenever,” Jaime replied, reciprocating her answer. A smile crept onto his lips as he turned to look at her body. She could feel his eyes staring at the hem of her skirt where her fingers were nervously pulling on the fabric.

“Come here,” Jaime said in a low, scruff voice.

She looked at him with her eyes, just barely turning her head. “What?” she asked in a weak breath. She didn’t understand what he meant. Go where? Go to him? How? In his lap? She was nervous, terrified even. This was so out of character for her, she didn’t know how to be bold or how to be sexy, especially while in a car. The only times she’d ever had sex was in the comfort of a bedroom that she was familiar with. The only times she’d ever had sex was with someone she was comfortable with in general.

Jaime pat his lap gently and repeated his words. The whole thing was so awkward, and the feeling in the pit of her stomach was making it all a lot harder for her to try and do anything. She wanted to climb onto his lap, but she was afraid that she wouldn’t be as smooth as she would like to think. Trying to get herself across the middle console of her car seemed like it would be far too difficult.

Jaime pushed his seat all the way back, giving her more space to climb over. She did the same after unbuckling her seatbelt and turning the car off. She turned to face him while biting the inside of her cheek. She stared his body up and down, finally taking in his appearance. She felt like she had hardly even seen him before; he was thinner than she remembered and a bit taller than she expected. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a dark red shirt with the sleeves cuffed. His hair wasn’t spiked up as usual; instead it was hidden by a black beanie, with only some of his hair peeking out from the front. His eyes were red from the weed, his dimples were prominent, and his smile was slight.

She moved her teeth from the inside of her cheek to her lip, gently gnawing on it. She turned so she was sitting completely side-ways in her seat, trying to plan out the best way she could get over to Jaime’s lap. She swung her left leg over and Jaime grabbed onto it with one hand and placed his other hand on her waist to guide her over.

She straddled him in the seat, but neither of them made a move. “You’re going to have to be the one to kiss me,” Ainsley said softly.

“I suck at initiating,” Jaime groaned just a bit.

“You’re the one who initiated this whole thing,” she replied.

Jaime nodded for a second before pulling her face down very slowly. Their lips touched, and Ainsley was expecting them to hungrily kiss each other to try and just get on with it. But they each took their time. His tongue gently rolled along her bottom lip and she opened her mouth very slowly, allowing their tongues to meet in the middle.

Jaime slowly trailed his hands up the sides of her legs so they completely under her skirt. She pulled her hands from his shoulders and lightly traced her fingernails down his chest as she made her way down to his zipper.

Everything was slow and sensual. Her breathing was shaky and her body was burning. As he shoved her panties aside, her mind was racing faster than her heart.

Jaime tasted fresh, not like alcohol at all. His skin was smooth and his movements were focused, not sloppy.

As he used her hips to lower her down onto him, she gasped – both at the feeling and at the realization that Jaime wasn’t drunk at all.

-

Ainsley pulled herself out of bed at the sound of pounding on her front door. She made sure that her clothes were slightly presentable, seeming as she had slept in the same clothes that she had worn the night before. She only got a few hours of sleep – seeming as she didn’t get home until five in the morning.

“Yeah, yeah,” she called to the door. “I’m coming!”

She flung open the door to see a smiling group of boys. “Congratulatuons!” they all screamed in unison.

She gave them a confused look, unsure of what was going on. Her mind was still slightly groggy from her lack of sleep and her body was sore. Her feet were killing her and she really just didn’t care to realize what day it was.

“Did you forget we were coming over to celebrate your promotion?” Vic asked with a laugh. He entered the house with a large tray of food in his hands. His younger brother, Mike, followed close behind him holding several grocery bags in each hand.

“Let me help,” she said as she reached for one of his handfuls.

“No, I’ve got it,” Mike laughed as he pulled his hand away from her.

“Ainsley, you remember Tony, right?” Vic said as he came back from the kitchen. He motioned toward the door while three more people made their way up to the threshold.

“Yeah,” she said with a smile. “Hi, Tony, how are you?” She didn’t know if she should give him a hug or just smile, so she settled for a slightly awkward wave as Tony wiped his shoes on the rug.

He was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands. “Hey, I’m good. Um…congratulations on your promotion,” Tony said as he awkwardly handed her the bouquet of flowers.

She looked at the flowers and gave him a smile. “Aw, thank you. I’m assuming Vic got these and made you carry them?” She laughed as she looked down at the selection of pink roses with baby’s breath and from delphinium added in for a pop of color. Only Vic would know that she loved this combination of flowers.

“Yeah, he did,” Tony laughed a bit as he walked forward and headed into the kitchen to help Vic and Mike set up the food.

“Hey Casey,” Ainsley said as Casey made his way up the stairs. One of his hands was locked with his girlfriend’s, but the other was carrying a 36 pack of Corona. “Oh, so it’s a Corona kind of night?” she asked with a smile.

“Hell yeah!” he exclaimed while leaning in to kiss her cheek. “Congrats, girl.”

“Thank you,” Ainsley said with a smile. “Hey Mal.”

Malorie released Casey’s hand to tackle Ainsley in a large, hug. They stumbled backwards a bit while laughing. “I am so proud of you! I can’t believe you’re moving though.”

“Who’s moving?”

Ainsley and Malorie each turned to look at the figure standing in the door frame. Ainsley’s body stiffened and Mal gave her a strange look as she felt her body go rigid.

“Jaime, hey!” Casey said from beside the hugging girls.

“Look who decided to get up,” Vic laughed as he walked into the living room. “Ainsley, have you met Jaime?”

“Yeah, they met at my birthday party last year,” Mike explained as he came into view.

Ainsley let out a nod in response to their conversation. She looked over his appearance. He, too, was wearing the same thing as before. His beanie was still on his head, but his sleeves were uncuffed now. He looked tired, but his smile and dimples hid the bags under his eyes. Ainsley tried to say hello but she couldn’t choke anything out.

“I need a cold beer,” Ainsley said quietly as she pulled herself away from Malorie who had been hugging her the entire time.

“Right here, hun,” Mike said as he handed her an already chilled Corona from the ice chest that they had set up in her kitchen. Mike held out a bottle opening in his other hand, but Ainsley completed disregarded it, and instead expertly bit the lid and popped the cap off his her teeth. Before the lid could clatter on the floor she had already finished half the bottle.




They sat around for hours, drinking and talking. Vic and Mike had prepared chicken enchiladas from their mother’s recipe and Tony brought some of his mom’s home-made salsa and tortilla chips. Ainsley loved having Mexican friends because they always made the best food and had the best jokes.

Jaime and Vic would constantly tell jokes in their perfected Mexican accents, and Ainsley would laugh no matter what they said. The way Vic’s voice went an octave higher and the way Jaime messed up his grammar was enough to send her into a fit of laughter.

“So when do you move?” Jaime asked once the room had fallen silent.

“Saturday,” Ainsley answered as she tried her best to act completely natural. Every time she looked at his face, an image of Jaime sitting beneath her while his eyes were squeezed shut and his lips were curled into a sexy smirk filled her mind. Every time he opened his mouth to speak she could hear his moans in the back of her head. And every time he moved his hands, she remembered the way they had touched her body.

She wasn’t normally this awkward after having sex with someone, but since it was the only way she really knew Jaime, she couldn’t stop seeing the way his face looked as he orgasmed. She took another drink of her beer and flicked her head back to finish the bottle, hoping that her images of Jaime would be drowned away by the action.

“You need to start packing!” Tony said as he looked around at the cluttered apartment.

“Mal’s coming over tomorrow to help me back.”

“More like throw shit away. You have way too much stuff. Is that…is that a picture of the dance team from our junior year?” she asked as she stared at a picture hanging up across the room.

“You make me sound like a hoarder or something,” Ainsley laughed. “And what?! That’s a great picture of us!”

Everybody laughed as Malorie and Ainsley continued to bicker back and forth. After a while, Ainsley excused herself to go change into some more comfortable clothes since it was starting to get late. That, and she felt disgusting for having sex, sleeping, and still wearing the clothes all day long. Just as she finished pulling her sweats on, the door to her room opened.

“Wow,” Jaime said as he entered the room. “You do have a lot of stuff.”

“What are you doing?” Ainsley asked as he tossed her hair up into a bun.

“Everybody else left. I told them I’d say goodbye for them.”

He collapsed onto her bed and lay in the blankets. “Comfy,” he commented as he made fake “snow”-angels into the blankets.

“What the heck are you doing?”

“Oh, come on. I know the whole night you were thinking exactly what I was,” Jaime sat up a bit and looked Ainsley dead in the eyes. “Every time I look at you, I can’t help but see the way your face looked while you were sitting in my lap.”

“So you think that means I’m just going to crawl in bed with you again, who do-“

“Just shut up,” Jaime breathed as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down to the bed, connecting his lips with hers.

And that was the day it all began.

Notes

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So, this is my FOURTH story on here. Good lord, what am I thinking. Four stories? Yikes.
Well this is the last one I am going to start until I finish some of them.
I officially have a story for each one of the band members. Woo!

Some of this story is actually inspired by true events. You'll see as the story goes on :)

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