Good Boy: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

Looking at my watch, I saw it was about three in the morning. I knew it was only midnight where Larisa was, but I was way too tired to think about our relationship right then. I decided it would be best to sleep on it. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands on my chin, my elbows on my knees as I sat there trying to process the message. I decided to just deal with it tomorrow.

Walking back out to the front of the bus, Avril still sat in the corner of the leather seat, where the arm meets the back. She turned and looked at me, hearing me coming down the hall. "Everything okay?" she asked quietly, but still wholeheartedly interested.

"Yeah." I didn't add anything else to that. She could tell from my silence that I was lying and the call wasn't up for discussion. I would have told her I suppose, but she didn't really push me about it. "What about you? Is something wrong?" Avril looked down at her tea before answering.

"I just have some stuff on my mind. I'm fine." I sat down next to her, on her right side, moving from my spot where I leaned on the countertop. I placed my hand on top of her knee, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I'm here, if you ever want to talk. You know that right?" I told her, fully meaning it. I felt bad because I hadn't seen her act like this before. She was my friend after all. Her delicate hand reached for mine as she leaned her head down towards it, placing a soft kiss on the back of my hand.

"You really are a sweetheart," she said as she cracked a polite little smile. I could tell its intention was to mask some true feelings, being the master of the fake smile. I leaned over and shut the light off in the cabin area, allowing us to see outside the bus better. "Thanks," she said, knowing the purpose of my action. We both sat there in silence for a little while longer, her staring out the window again as she leaned against my left arm and shoulder, me thinking about Larisa the whole time. So much for sleeping on it.

"Hey Av?" I asked after a few minutes. "I'm sorry for before... if I was too mean or anything during..." I kind of got too into dominating her before, calling her inappropriate names.

"No Matt. You were fine," she said as she turned to look at me, our faces just a few inches away from one another's. "I liked the sex."

"I'm just making sure." With that, Avril didn't answer. She leaned closer to me, resting her head against my shoulder once more, and I tilted my head on top of hers.

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I lied in bed next to Avril, still awake after an hour and a half of trying to fall asleep. My mind was just wandering too much and unfortunately not tiring itself out. Avril lied facing me, merely inches away. She was right. She was a cuddler. I could feel her warm breath flowing from her nose as she slept, finally putting whatever was bothering her out of her mind. She was wearing her grey sweats and her black hoodie, somehow cold. I was lying in my fucking boxers it was so hot in there. No wonder she was as thin as a rail. She sweat it out. Either that or she had a coke problem and hid it very well. The latter hotter than the former, obviously.

I did my best to creep out of the bed without shaking it as I went to lower the thermostat in the corner of the room. The heat needed to be lowered and couldn't be reached from the bed. As I got back in slowly and laid my head back on the pillow, I could see Avril's eyes open. She silently looked at me, almost trying to spy on me, letting me think she was still asleep. The cracked opened window shades let in enough light from the streetlights that whizzed by every few seconds, allowing us to see the bare details of things. "I'm sorry Av," I whispered. "Go back to sleep."

Avril just continued to look at me, as silent as a church mouse, or a boy that got touched by a priest and kept it quiet. Good boys don't tell. Good boys don't tell. Just remember, it's not your fault. Good boys don't tell. Her right hand reached out and touched my left cheek. We faced each other, resting on our sides, me on my right and her on her left, our bodies just barely touching. The young girl pushed her head forward a bit, pressing her lips against mine timidly. It was as if it was our first kiss she acted so nervous. She dared not break eye contact as she wiggled around on the bed underneath the heavy black covers. Definitely not as comfy as my blanket, which as I noticed today, was completely lacking any fluffy stuffing in some parts. It was transparent when I held it up to the light. I think it's dead. What a sad day today was my friends.

I felt her warm hand push down my chest, past my waist to my crotch. Her fingers slipped inside the front opening of my boxers, finding the sleeping trouser snake. Avril didn't say a word as she gripped it in her palm like she was holding a baby bird, soft and delicate. Instantly, I was fully aroused and my junk stood at attention. I throbbed in her grasp as she stared into my eyes blankly, holding onto me at my maximum hardness. It was if she was in another world for a moment. I shuddered as she pulled me out of my white underwear, bringing my aching cock to her pussy. I subtly gasped as we both pressed forward, my body moving as slow as the tortoise, but my mind as fast as the hare. She wiggled her body as she pushed her sweats down a few more inches, letting them rest just below her crotch. She wasn't wearing any panties either. I felt the tip of my dick rub back and forth across her tight little pussy. My head softly teased the miniature valley between her lips. I could feel her wetness coat the bell end of my penis, lubing it up. My eyes darted south of her waist, then back up at her face. Before I realized, the better part of me pushed past Avril Lavigne's vaginal lips.

We both instinctively grinded back and forth slowly... very slowly. It was almost as if there was no movement, my rock hard prick buried inside her, just resting. Our stomachs touched, her breasts pressed against my chest through her sweatshirt. Our eyes locked as our breathing picked up quite fast. The less we moved, the more intense our sexual antics became. It was like we were trying to sneak in some sex with her parents in the same room. The quiet and stillness made me feel like we were being naughtier, believe it or not. The private room was void of words as our body heat warmed the air even more. "Unnn," the singer whispered almost inaudibly as she panted quietly, shutting her eyes. I slipped my arm behind her back, against the top of her bare ass, pulling her close to me. I could feel Avril's legs try to tangle themselves with mine, however unable to due to the fact that her sweats were pulled down to her mid thighs.

"Ah... aah," I quietly moaned as I rested inside her warm pussy. It was like Luke Skywalker inside the Tauntaun in Empire. Only this warm hole didn't smell like fish... or whatever it smelled like. My cock didn't slip in and out of her more than an inch or so... instead we just barely grinded against each other's bodies. Imagine the sex scene from Enemy at the Gates. Kind of like that except less gay due to the lack of dudes in this room. "...Condom," I finally mumbled, half silent. I thought of how she made me wear one before and I was so turned on. I wasn't sure how long I would last with the extra sexiness of no prophylactic.

Avril's only response was her hand moving to my cheek, her eyes delivering a piercing gaze, her mouth opened as her warm breath escaped past her lips. Her panting into my face combined with the eye contact that never broke... It was indescribable. And her tight little twat. It was so tight. I watched the angel before me as the brightness from outside the bus had a strobe light effect... bright, dark, bright, dark, only not fast enough to produce that slow motion effect. Her eyes closed tight for a few seconds as our foreheads rested against one another's. She opened her eyes again, looking deep into my soul so lovingly. "Mmmhmmm," she whispered as her breath filled my mouth. The bed barely creaked as we fucked like quadriplegics. The bumps on the road helped out a bit... if... you know what I mean.

"Aaav... Aaa..." I silently screamed. My balls tingled so badly and my bare cock was twitching inside her cunt. My fingers ran through her soft long blonde hair, holding her head against mine. Our foreheads were glued together and our lips lightly grazed each other's as soft and quiet moans escaped one mouth and entered into the other, the whole time our eyes not unlocking from each others. I was about to come hard. I had never experienced sex quite like that... sex with such little work involved. The singer looked at me with full one hundred percent approval.

"Haaa, haaa," Avril panted, running her palm over my face, where my forehead meets the side of my head. I lost control of myself as I shut my eyes, squeezing them closed tightly, shaking as I breathed fast and heavy. I felt Avril's cunt clench down over and over, squeezing my entire shaft as it chillaxed inside her. Seconds later I pushed my body forward, burying my raging erection inside her hole as deep as it would go with our awkward position. I felt her grip on me tighten as her legs pushed together, making her little wet pussy clench up like the jaws of life.

"Aaaah," I groaned quietly like Drew Barrymore in Scream when she was... screaming... as she got killed. My mouth hung open and my body trembled from her soft touch as I felt my cum pour from my dick. A half smile appeared on Avril's beautiful face as she pressed her body against me harder, her arms pulling me even closer. She gasped loudly as she felt me orgasm inside her. "Haaaaa," I grunted as quietly as I could, feeling my semen fill her pussy up as we had sex for the second time in a night.

"Uhn, uhn, huh..." Avril panted, getting off as she felt me go inside her. The condomless unprotected sex obviously turned her on more. We were locked in a skin tight embrace, our bodies connected by a DNA tunnel, our faces smack against one another's. Our lips pressed against together as our open mouths exchanged aural pleasures. We held one another so tightly as we both came together. I could feel Avril subtly gyrate her hips back and forth as I released my hot salty liquid inside her... deep inside her. "...Aaah," she quietly moaned.

Avril looked as if she was going to cry, from a mix of pleasure and whatever pain she was keeping inside her. No, that wasn't referring to my big giant cock. ... Although that is good... Maybe I'll use that one later. We both came down from our heightened states of arousal in the following minutes. She laid there, her shut thighs sticky from her own juices... my area also feeling some of the same sensations, courtesy of Canada's finest star. Well, aside from 24's Elisha Cuthbert... and Nickelback.

We didn't speak any more that night except for heavy breathing and groans and such... noises of our recovery. Avril Lavigne and I looked into one another's eyes for a while longer, a smile creeping onto my face with nothing I could do about it. On the other hand, Avril looked like she was in another world, with the same blank melancholy stare that she retained for the whole bus ride, holding some painful private feeling deep inside her, letting it tear her apart. I held my hand to her cheek, running my thumb back and forth over her smooth soft skin, looking lovingly into her beautiful blue eyes until she finally fell asleep again in my arms as I tried to comfort her as best I could. You know, aside from fucking her good and hard again. I know that's been able to cheer people up on more than one occasion. Her pants still were still around her thighs, yet remaining out of sight under the comforter. I lied there trying not to sweat from the sex we just shared, even if it wasn't all that physically demanding.

You know, people always said your high school years would be the most confusing. Obviously, they never dated a Nickelodeon star then fucked a rock star.

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The next morning we awoke pretty much at the same time. We were in upstate New York. For some reason, it was uncomfortable the next morning. As Avril and I lied in bed adjusting our eyes to being awake, we didn't talk really. I leaned forward to kiss her, but she pulled back slightly, not letting it last longer than a second or two. I got dressed and left the room, not sure of what I should say or do. I met the other guys in the band in the main area of the bus. Everyone was tired and cranky from not getting the best possible sleep on the bus. It was a bumpy ride and they slept in coffin-like bunks.

After a few minutes, Avril came out of her bedroom, dressed in her hoodie and sweats. She barely smiled at me, and then she said hi to everyone. Shortly after, we arrived at a hotel, the hotel we'd be staying at over night. Matt had told me that there was no show later that night and everyone had the day off today. Avril was one of the first ones off the bus and hurried to check in to her room. I followed her with the rest of the group, all of us exhausted, and I tried to figure out what Avril's attitude problem was.

We all checked in, two to each room. I'd be sharing with Avril once again, not something that would cause me to complain. I was nice enough to carry her bags up to her room, however she didn't seem all that flattered. "Hey Av?" I asked as I set her duffle bags on the chair in the corner of the suite. "What's wrong?"

"Huh?" she replied, turning around as she was walking into the bathroom to shower and freshen up. She looked tired and messy, having just woken up from her night's sleep a little while ago.

"What's wrong? You've barely said three words to me." She walked the few feet back towards me and sat on the corner of the bed.

"I'm sorry..." She brushed her long messy hair back behind her ears as she sat Indian style on the bed.

"I wanna know what's bothering you. Not just today, but last night too." The previous night when she sat alone in the main room of the bus drinking her tea, she looked so sad. She was my friend and I wanted to make her happy and see her feeling better. I wanted to listen to her and have her know I cared. That and she was acting like a bitch at the moment and I wanted an explanation. The young girl looked down at the bed, her face returning to the possessed melancholy state.

"... ...I'm not on the pill," she mumbled. Whaa whaaa whaaaat?!?! Her words were like a punch to the throat.

"What do you mean you're not on the pill?? I...?" I sat up straight and got excited, not the good excited though. My eyes bugged out and my breathing became erratic. "And I...!"

"Matt I know." She looked so sorry and upset. Her face begged for my forgiveness. "I'm so sorry. I forgot them at home. It... I made a mistake letting you..."

"Av...!" I shouted in frustration and dumbfoundation. My head was spinning. Hundreds of thoughts ran through my mind as I sat there trying to remain calm. At least she had some of the pill in her system. The tour only started two or three days before... well, no more than a week before. I was sure the odds were in my favor having heard that piece of information. "Is that what was bothering you??"

"Some of it, yes." Avril looked down at her legs more and played with her hands, much like Larisa would be doing if it was her. I looked over at her, running my hands over my head, looking up at the ceiling. I was desperately trying to fight off the panic attack trying to seize control of me.

"Well look... I've known a lot of girls who didn't use one and nothing happened." I moved closer to her, her knee now touching my leg. "Everything's going to be all right. I promise." I didn't know if I was doing a good job of reassuring her. I didn't even half believe me.

"What if I get... you know?" she asked, looking up at me, giving me the worst case scenario. Avril looked pretty worried, but not insanely overly concerned. People forget to take their pills every once in a while. This was just like one of those times.

"Then me and you will deal with it." I moved my left hand to her knee, squeezing it, trying to reassure her. I have no clue how I remained calm. The odds of her getting pregnant were still pretty high... on account of my super sperm and all. "Av, I'm not going anywhere. If this even happens, which I'm sure it won't, I'm not going anywhere."

"..." She sniffed a little as she looked back down. She was obviously upset, on the verge of tears. "Why do you have to be like this? Huh??" she asked, raising her voice.



"Like what??" I didn't know if I should have been offended or not. I felt myself getting agitated and defensive even before she explained her question.

"Like this. So fucking... so sweet and perfect." Her voice got lower but just as irritated. "Why do you have to make me feel so safe and special??"

"Huh?" I was totally confused. I was getting yelled at for treating Avril well.

"Do you know how hard it is to not like you? In one day you make me want to be with you so fucking bad." One or two tears dripped out of each eye as she looked hopelessly at me.

"Avril. What are you trying to say?" I said sternly. I needed her to spit out whatever she wanted to say because I couldn't sift through all the thoughts coming from her mouth. I just did two months worth of guessing what Larisa meant. I didn't need to start the same thing with her.

"You're making me break our rules. ..."

"Avril. I'm not playing around. What's the problem? Spit it out." I was getting frustrated with her tip toeing around the subject.

"...I just want... to have what you had with Larisa. It's hard enough being here all the time with Evan. It's harder now since he has his girlfriend." The two of them used to go out and he broke up with her for someone else. "I just want to have someone." I didn't know what to say to her. "And you come here... and in one night you make everything that's bothering me go away."



"Sweetheart..."

"I'm just freaking out about last night. I'm sorry. This isn't..." Avril sighed as she sniffed more and rubbed her eyes with her black tipped fingers. "I'm just worked up. I never let this out." Her voice sounded strained as she tried not to squirt out a few more tears.

"Avy," I said as I put my right arm around her. She was crying a little now, unable to stop herself. "Baby don't cry," I said softly into her ear. I felt terrible even though she kind of meant it as a compliment. "I'm sorry." She stopped crying in about a minute, then wiped the tears from her eyes with her fingers.

"I'm fine. This whole thing just made it all finally come out," she said as she shook her hands, using some small gestures to express herself.

"Do you still like Evan?" I asked Avril, my arm still around her small body.

"No. I Don't. I just wanna be happy like he is. You know?"

"I know how that goes. And you're going to be. I promise." I pulled her against me and leaned my head onto hers, feeling her greasy hair against my forehead. "And don't worry about last night. Everything's going to work out fine." We sat there in silence for a little bit, both of us thinking about what happened. 'So this is what I get for breaking up with Larisa. The very next girl gets pregnant,' I thought. Yeah. How am I.

We both sat there resting against one another on the small bed of the average Marriott room for a few minutes. She stopped crying and calmed down. "Matt," Avril said, breaking the silence. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"...Would you be my boyfriend until you go home?" I didn't know what to say to her proposal. She didn't want to get attached. That was the premise of this whole relationship. It was why she asked me to come with her.