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

"I thought you didn't want to get too attached?" I asked, verbalizing my thoughts.

"Everything we've done since the show ended last night has been the opposite of not getting attached." She had a point. All the hand holding, the cuddling, the kissing... the condomless sex where I came inside her, the comforting her for doing so the next morning... It was all the complete opposite. I guessed we both missed having somebody, and us being anything more than friends was inevitable.

"You have a point. Av, is this a bad idea?" She already had sort of a fit about me making her like me and breaking the rules. I didn't know if because of the possible pregnancy, that was the only way for her to have some kind of peace of mind.

"I know you're going home in a few weeks," Avril said. "I just thought we could pretend or something, just make the most of it while we can."

"Like a summer romance type thing?"

"Exactly." Well that didn't seem too bad. Summer lovin, havin a blast. It worked in Grease, so why not now, you know?

"What would I have to do? I mean, like... I don't know. What do you want exactly?" I wanted to make sure that I fully understood everything Avril was thinking before I agreed to it. It was enough that she was upset over not having someone to be with her... without me leading her on.

"I want you to keep doing what you're doing. I like the cuddling and the kissing and the way you make me feel special... and the sex. I don't want the special extra stuff to stop because of our 'no strings rule' is basically what I'm trying to say. Maybe boyfriend was the wrong choice of words."

"No, I understand what you mean." She wanted me to continue to do all of my boyfriend-like doings even if we both got attached as a result. "I'm gonna be honest with you sweetie. This could get hard when it all ends. You know that right?" Avril looked down at her hands and legs again, once again reminding me of Larisa as she scraped away the polish on her fingers.

"...I know. Can we not think about that right now?"

"Okay," I replied. "So new rule. Anything goes."

"Anything goes," Avril said right back, nodding her head. The beautiful sexy Canadian looked happier and relieved that these problems were resolved... like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

"Shake on it?" I asked.

"Okay." With that, I pushed and pulled her back and forth with my arm, causing her to laugh hard. "Haha. You're such a dork!"

"But it made you laugh. So it's all good." I turned my body to face her. "C'mere. Gimme a hug," I whispered to her. Avril got on her knees and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around me tightly, holding on for dear life. I scooped her up in my own arms, sliding them around her lower back. My right hand rubbed her up and down over her black hooded sweatshirt. Avril's arms hung around my shoulder and her right hand was pressed against the back of my head, cradling it against her own.

'This decision is going to turn out bad,' I thought. I was still in love with Larisa, so that wasn't fair to Avril. If she got attached and developed strong feelings for me, I could never have the same ones for her. It was also going to make leaving her in three weeks hard, hard for both of us. I guess part of the reason I agreed to the new terms was because if she was worried about getting pregnant, I wanted to look more like I cared about her and wanted to make her happy. I didn't want to brush her off and say 'Oh sorry, I only wanna fuck you.'

"You okay?" I whispered softly as we subtly rocked side to side in our embrace.

"I am now."

"Good. ... ...Can we shower now? I feel so friggen disgusting."

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The Avril Lavigne mini tour pretty much went on the same way as it started... her being not pregnant. The birth control was still in her system in enough quantities so that everything was okay. She even had more FedEx'd to her while we were on the road. But everything was pretty much the same. I would wait for Avril to finish her set, usually hanging around backstage or leaving the general admission area a few songs early. She'd come offstage and we'd immediately fuck. Right after every performance, she wanted it fast and hard, sometimes wanting me to cause her pain. She would talk dirty when we had rough wild sex. She'd beg me to "fuck her hard... until it hurts" more often than not. I was more than happy to oblige. She would curse me off sometimes as I railed her, calling me a bastard or an asshole, but only doing so to make me want to nail her harder and faster.

Sometimes when the mood was right, I would slap her around as we had sex, not to hurt her, but to give her some pleasurable pain. Not to say that sometimes she never got a bruise or two. Usually it was from a hard slap on the ass or I would pin her down too hard leaving red marks on her wrists, but she'd cover them up with her bracelets and wristbands, like a nice sexy cutter. One time I took a bar of soap and wrapped it in a towel and beat her stomach with it as I yelled, "It's only a dream!" ...Wait. No that wasn't me. That was Full Metal Jacket. Sorry.

On nights where she didn't have a show to play, things were quite different. We would go out shopping or to a club or bar. It was like we were a normal couple. The two of us would hold hands and talk, I'd buy her things, we would cuddle on the bus or in bed. A lot of times we looked like an actual couple. I'd always stand behind her with my arms around her, holding her against me, sometimes putting my hands in her pockets or her back pockets if we faced each other. We would kiss in public and banter like lovers, squabbling over the dumbest things.

More than once, I would call and arrange for roses to be sent to her at the hotel we would stay at or at the venue itself. She always said I was so sweet and would give me the softest kiss. Whenever we had sex that wasn't post concert, it wasn't like the stress relief she needed after a show. It was sweet and caring sex. It wasn't making love, but it was slow and soft. And I ALWAYS wore a condom. Avril and I wouldn't do it every day, but it was quite often.

As the tour came to a close, we both tried to act like we weren't attached to one another as strongly as we were. The romantic cuddling and kissing became less frequent as we both tried to cut back to make it easier. Obviously there was no soft sex occurring either. The fucking we did do after the show was emotionless for the both of us. It was like my mind was in a different world than hers. I call mine Dwayne Wayne and hers Whitley. Little Different World TV show joke. The sex wasn't bad but it wasn't great. Neither of us got into it. I fucked her and thought of random things, like classes and going back to school. Avril didn't yell out "fuck me hard, make me come," or anything like that. She moaned and groaned but acted like I was some inanimate sex toy. We were miles apart even though we were so close. In the end, we both got off, so it was still worth it in some respect.

Larisa was always on my mind throughout the entire tour. I felt bad that I didn't call her back immediately that first night, especially because I was in New York the next two days. I felt even worse that I never really tried to square things away with her before she left for Europe, calling her when I was a few states away or I knew she'd be busy with last minute preparations. Avril knew I still thought of her often, noticing me lost in my thoughts at times. She never said anything. She knew it was something that she couldn't stop.

The last day of the tour, Avril dropped me off at my house, taking me back in a limo. I thought it would have been cool to pull up in a tour bus but oh well. Some things are out of my hands. Not my junk at the present time! We pulled up to my house and sat in the car for a few minutes saying our goodbyes.

"Av... I can't thank you enough. This whole thing... it was so nice to get away from everything." The little vacation away from things helped me to forget about all the bullshit that I had back home. It was nice to take my mind off Larisa, the bit it did anyway.

"You're welcome Matt," she replied, sitting on her right leg so she could face me. "You really made this the best tour ever. You made me feel the best ever." I reached out and stroked her cheek, feeling her hold my hand to her face.

"Do you want to come inside?" I asked her. If she had time, the nice thing would be to invite her inside rather than saying goodbye in a car. Uh, speaking of coming inside... how's your pussy?

"I shouldn't. I need to go soon." She sat there sort of sulky, slumped shoulders, looking down. "When do you go back?"

"Three days."

"Are you excited?" Avril asked, babbling because she didn't know what else to say. We already talked about this numerous times on the long bus rides.

"I'd rather be backstage after your show instead."

"Haha. I bet you would," she laughed. "Matt, I'm going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you too baby," I replied in a low voice, almost in a baby talk way.

"You're going to call me right?" she asked, a look of hope and anticipation on her Canadian face.

"Avril I'm going to call you every day." =] She looked beautiful. She wore a pair of tight light blue jeans and her black Avril hoodie. Girls in jeans and hoodies. So sexy. Avril's phone rang and she apologized and answered, seeing it was her manager.

"... ... ...Okay. Yes. ... ...Soon okay? ...Okay. Bye." She hung up and then looked sadder than she already did.

"Who was it?"

"My manager. He said I should get to the airport soon." The tour ended in New York the day before, but Avril and I stayed together in a hotel enjoying what little time we had left together. After she dropped me off, she was flying back to California for another small group of shows. It wasn't a full tour, but just some small promotional shows and in-store performances.

"I'd better get going then," I mumbled regretfully.

"Yeah," she whispered.

"Av, thank you so much. I wish it wouldn't end."

"I know Matt... I know." We both sat there antsy, not sure what to say. The silence was a little uncomfortable. It was sad and we tried to prolong the inevitable as much as we could. "You better call me."

"You call me when you land okay? How's that?" I ran my fingers through her long blonde hair. She looked so adult, so beautiful. It was incredible how much older she looked since that first day in my house on my birthday. She really grew up and turned into a beautiful young woman. Her hand moved to my leg as we locked eyes, timidly resting on my lower thigh.

"I promise I will." Avril hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Can I get... um...?"

"Of course." I leaned forward and placed my lips on top of hers. It was a soft gentle kiss, but it kept going and going. I ran my hands through her hair, deeper, combing it back with my fingers. I cradled her head in my palm as she tugged on my jacket, keeping herself close to me. I felt her small tongue push into my mouth as we both got a little more aggressive. "Mmm." I started to move down, kissing her cheek then neck, my free hand moving to her thigh, sliding back it and cupping her ass.

"Mmm Matt. That's so nice," Avril whispered as I gently sucked on her neck, right under her jaw/cheek. Her skin was so soft, her hair even softer as it tickled the side of my face. She looked up, closing her eyes as she panted. "Unhh..." Her small hand held my head against her neck, not wanting me to stop... needing me to keep progressing. I started to suck on her neck, tugging at it with my lips as they had an airtight seal on it. I progressively sucked it harder. "Uuhnnn. Haaahaa. Matt... what are you doing," she slightly giggled as I tried to give her a love mark.

"Giving you a hicky."

"Mmmm hun," Avril started to whimper softly as I broke the blood vessels under her soft sweet skin.

"So you can think of me when you see it," I added, burying my face between her head and shoulder. I crawled on her small body as she playfully wiggled around, trying to get out of my embrace. I squeezed her chest roughly as I bit down on her neck, groping her small little tits. After a few minutes of her moaning and me orally raping her neck, I backed off, admiring the little mark on her skin. It was a nice reddish purple circle.

Before I could take it all in, Avril's small hands once again gripped onto the front of my black coat, pulling me close to her as she started to kiss my mouth once more. Our kisses were passionate, like two lovers that reunited after a long time apart.

I felt Avril's warm breath fill my mouth as we swapped spit. Our tongues probed one another's mouth, licking each other's lips. We took turns sucking on the other's tongue and lips, each being the dominant one for a time. "Mmm... uhnnn," Avril cooed as I gently bit down on her lip like a puppy, playfully tugging at it with out doing any damage.

We kissed for another minute or so, making out on the black leather seat of the limousine. Finally, we both pulled back, trying to break it off. Our lips pressed against one another's a few more times before we both stopped, sharing a few more small soft kisses. I loved her lips. They were small and sort of thin... but I can't explain it. They were just amazing... perfectly shaped. I ran my thumb over her mouth, gazing upon her little pink lips, feeling her spit coat my finger. The singer playfully ran the tip of her tongue over the underside of my thumb, teasing it. "Av, baby you can't take a later flight?"

"Jesus, Matt, I wish to God I could. I want to have you right here in this car. I just can't." Her little face expressed frustration and disappointment. She really wanted to have sex in the back of the limo. Avril wanted us to fuck and suck and ravage one another's body one last time. "Fuck," she grunted in annoyance.

"Okay," I said as I grazed the back of my fingers against her cheek. It got quiet for another few moments. Then I realized I had to be the one to actually make the move. She wasn't going to kick me out. "Call me," I said as I took hold of my bag.

"I promise I will."

"Bye Av," I said as I looked her over one last time. She was so sexy and I was pissed I wouldn't get to fuck her anymore. But not only that, I was going to miss holding her and making her laugh and having her take my mind off stuff. She was one of the better distractions I had ever had.

"You be good," she said to me as she choked up a little.

"I will. Goodbye. Thank you." She leaned forward and gave me one last open mouthed kiss as I was half out of the car.

"Love you," she said. Avril meant it too. I'm sure it was in some way more than friends, being the relationship we just had... playing house. It wasn't that we loved one another like Larisa and I did... had. Mostly, it was because we were good friends. It was like when girls say it to one another. I'm a pretty girl! We were great friends, and friends can love each other.

"I love you too. Bye sweetheart," I replied as I forced a smile and shut the car door. I stood there in the cold, remnants of the small snow storm a week or so before left on the grass. I watched the limo drive down my street, then make a left turn, disappearing from sight.

I was left there at my house, back to my old boring life, left with vivid memories of my three week romance, a bunch of pictures on some burned CDs, and a pair of Avril's used panties... in a Ziplock to preserve the smell. Yeah. That's right. How are you. She didn't know about the Ziplock. That was all me baby!

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I returned to school three days after the tour ended. I had my mom drive me back to my dorm after my unique winter break. I was wearing shorts again, to no one's surprise. Silly old Matt, they thought. I wasn't looking forward to going back to class, or to Peter's snoring. He had decided to catch a cold on the last week of break, assuring me countless nights of trying to restrain myself from smothering him with my pillow.

On Monday, the first day of classes, I went to all of them with very little interest at all. My breakup with Larisa still plagued me, even more without Avril Lavigne to distract me. I called her back and spoke to her two days after she called me on the bus, making up some lie as to why I took so long to reply. We tried our best to seem happy with what was going on. She lied about being happy I was on tour with Avril, obviously suspicious that the two of us would be fooling around. However, she was man enough to refrain from asking the question whose answer would tear her up inside. I, in turn, pretended I was happy for her going to England for her new movie roll. I wanted her to stay in New York, to finish college and graduate... to be close to me so we could get back together. We both wished each other the best of luck and acted as if this was going to be okay for us, even though it would kill any chance of us rekindling our love.

In general, my classes took my mind off Larisa with their exciting and interesting topics. Right? Wrong. My Ethics of War class SUCKED! The teacher was the biggest twat ever... sarcastic, mean, and rude. Yet I found her oddly hot. She was a bit overweight, sorta angry and bitter looking, and had her calves and shins covered in tattoos. I would have no problem fucking her for a C. The only bright side of my first day of classes was my Media Criticism class in which we would basically watch a lot of TV and movie clips. They were actually current... Punk'd, Lost, reality shows...

That night, our resident advisor/preceptor, called a mandatory floor meeting. It was required to have one every month and right before and after breaks. "Heeyyyyyyy guys!!!!!!!" yelled Patty, the RA. She was cute, about five seven, curly long black hair, Hispanic. "I just wanted to welcome you all back for our second semester here!" she enthusiastically cheered, trying to psych us up for school. She went on for a few minutes about some things that happened over break like rule changes and reprimands. Finally, she said we would play a sort of game to find out how our breaks went.

"You think we'll get outa her soon?" I whispered to Peter. We were both seniors, so we participated less than everyone else. We didn't speak and we sat in the far corner, either cracking constant jokes to ourselves or wearing our "hard" faces. >:!

"Probably not. I think I can see up Kelly's skirt," he whispered back to me, referring to the tall blonde across the lounge. She resembled a mongoloid. A tall Mongoloid. We both started cracking up at our mostly inside jokes, trying to contain ourselves as Patty tried to hold the meeting.

"Matt and Peter! You can start off with our game." Obviously, a punishment.

"I hope it's not gay chicken," I said to Peter loud enough for the people around us to hear.

"Hahahaha!" he cried out, almost falling over. Gay chicken is where two guys close their eyes and go to kiss each other and the first person to pull away is the loser. The people around us laughed.

"We're going to go around the room and say what we all did on our winter breaks and then we're going to vote on who had the best vacation."

"What are the prizes?" asked Martin from across the room.

"Handjobs!" I shouted pretty loud to Peter, causing him to bite his fist and fall to his side as he tried not to laugh. People on the other side of the lounge might have been able to make it out. For the most part the other residents just stared at us, laughing a little as they saw how immature we were. Even though we were seniors, we acted like we were in the fifth grade.

"Matt-licious! You start first!" said Patty, a little angry that we kept interrupting her with out childish antics. "What did you do over your break?"