Sandy was tempted to turn around when she saw the two cars parked in the driveway behind Chris's truck. Jared had mentioned that everyone in Jensen's group just seemed to gather at the townhouse whether they lived there or not, but she had still kind of hoped for a quiet night with Chris all to herself. Especially if it was going to turn into another night of convincing everyone she wasn't out to mess with Chris's head. She was kind of jealous that Jared was able to avoid this mess for so long. She'd worried right along with Allie when Jensen was putting off introducing Jared to the rest of his friends. Now she kind of wished she had that option.

She was still trying to get up the courage to get out of her car when the front door opened and a thin brunette walked out. She caught sight of Sandy and waved. So much for turning around and going home. There was no other choice now but to get out of her car and pray this girl wasn't going to subject her to a background check.

"So, I'm guessing you're Sandy?" the girl asked as she reached into her car to pull out a pager and clipped it to her pants.

"Yeah, that would be me."

"I'm Tessa, AKA Tom's girlfriend. Don't worry. Tom's not gonna give you a hard time. After last week, Chris threatened to toss him on the street if he did. Though he wasn't really going to anyway; he says if Jensen and Mike like you, that's enough for him."

Sandy had to smile. Maybe Tessa, Jared and she should form some kind of collective defense.

"They did the same thing to you?"

"Something like it. Steve was okay with me, but I don't think he's as close to Tom, so I got off easy there, but Jensen and Mike tried to tell me that Tom used to be a woman and he was still in the last stages of transition. I guess I wouldn't be good enough if I didn't like him either way? They should really go into acting. I might have bought it if Tom wasn't 6'3" with a size fourteen shoe."

Okay, that was a new one. Chris really wasn't lying about being the good one.

"So maybe I got off easy with Jensen?"

"Yeah, supposedly he found out you were interested, and he was all for it and Mike was too. I thought you were home free until Chris came home cussing about Steve. We were upstairs and we could hear him on the phone with Jensen."

Well, at least Steve didn't seem to have enough push to mess things up on his own.

"Okay, this cannot be a good sign." Chris stepped out of the door way with Tom. "Your girlfriend is out here corrupting my girlfriend."

"She's not corrupting. We're forming a support group." Sandy grinned as Chris pulled her into his arms.

"It's really just about survival. She hasn't been issued an emergency alert button for when she gets cornered or harassed or thrown into a van. She could have used it last week."

"Hey! I was nice to you!" Chris protested.

"And that's why you're my favorite." Tessa smiled as she looked up at him. "Even though I suspect you were playing good cop to Jensen's bad cop."

~*~

"Hey, you can sit on the futon if you want, but I'm staying on the bed. It's just cleaner." Chris laughed and sat back on his bed.

"And you're really sure they've never hooked up on your bed?"

"Once, and I made Jensen buy me new sheets. All bets are off with the futon."

"I don't know." Sandy cocked her head to side and smirked. "I happen to know you hooked up with Alexis on that bed."

Chris groaned and let his head fall into his hands.

"I burned those sheets. And I swear I'm never getting that drunk without a chaperone ever again. If Jensen had my back that night, it never would've happened. It's his fault for caring more about getting laid himself."

"Because he generally keeps you from hooking up with people you don't really like when you're drunk?"

"No, Jensen's more likely to take pictures and mock me with them later. Steve's the one that usually saves me. I should know not to get wasted if he's not there. I always have some kind of rude awakening if I do."

"Is that was he was trying to keep from happening last week?" Sandy knew she was killing the mood, but the issue with Steve just wouldn't drop out of her head.

"What? No. No way. That's not what I meant at all." Chris sighed and reached across the space between the bed and the futon to link his fingers with hers. "That wasn't what he was doing last week. That was just him being an ass. Really, that wasn't even Steve. I'm not sure what that was, but Jensen said it wasn't about you. He talked to Steve a couple days ago and he didn't tell me what he found out-though I'm not sure he found out much-but he said Steve was just having his own issues and taking it out on other people."

"You're sure…or Jensen's sure?"

"Yeah. Jensen said he even promised to give you a chance. We just need to give him some time to deal with whatever his shit is and he'll be back to normal."

Sandy nodded and let him pull her onto the bed. She was just teasing about keeping an appropriate distance anyway.

"You really bribed Tom to claim the TV downstairs just so you could try to get me in bed, didn't you?"

"If that was my goal, would I have agreed to watch Jane Eyre?" Chris asked as he settled behind her on the bed. "And it's for class, so I can't even distract you."

"Hey. You offered to watch it with me. I was going to stay home and try to make Amanda watch it with me. She should, anyway. She's actually in this class."

"Well, the other option was to not see you all weekend. Isn't Jared in this class? Do I at least get to know Jensen will have to watch it too?"

"He's in the class, but apparently he had to read this book in high school. His mom teaches English, so she made him read all the books. But I guess it paid off this time because he actually remembers it from last year and he gets to slack off now." Sandy hit play and relaxed in Chris's arms when he spooned against her. If she had to watch five more hours of English accents, this was the way to do it.

~*~

Three hours later, Chris was snoring softly behind her and she was about ready to join him. She could finish this tomorrow. Amanda needed to watch at least part of it anyway.

"S'it over?" Chris slurred when she stopped the movie.

"Two hours left. I got bored. I'll finish it tomorrow."

"You staying here?" Chris wiped a hand over his face as he tried to wake up. She really had planned to go home tonight, but then, she'd let him spend the night last week after he'd saved her from the storm, so sleeping in the same bed wasn't going to be a new thing.

Besides, even if this was technically only the fourth date, they'd hung out a few other times in the dorm when Chris was visiting Jensen. (Jensen may have pointed out that Chris didn't bother to visit him so much in the fall.)

But mostly it didn't seem like a big deal because he wasn't like the guys in California who assumed that if you were sleeping in bed with them, you'd do everything else with them too. She'd felt against her leg how hard Chris was after their make-out session last week, but he still never pushed for more and he never fed her any bullshit about giving him blue balls. Maybe it was a southern thing, because when she'd mentioned it to Jared, he'd seemed surprised a guy would act any different.

"I'm supposed to go home and type up the hall government minutes tonight. I told Jensen I'd have them done in the morning."

"Okay. But for the record, Jensen really won't care if you don't do it."

"Yeah, I kind of got that when I went to get his notebook and he was already passed out around Jared. They were really cute."

Chris winkled his nose.

"You're not supposed to tell me you think Jensen is cute. It kills the balance of things."

"I meant cute as in 'aww, aren't they adorable.' Not like I wanted to join in. They've both just been so stressed out lately. Or Jensen's been stressed out and it's been making Jared stressed out and bitchy. It was nice to see them getting some down time."

"So you don't have to listen to Jared bitch anymore?"

"And you. You know, you're almost as bad when Jensen's not over here enough. I'm surprised he hasn't started making people take numbers." Sandy smirked. Maybe she should be jealous, but even after the problems with Steve, she still couldn't stop finding it adorable how close Chris was to his friends. At least she'd never have to worry that he'd complain about how close she was to her friends. He'd understand that she needed that. She needed them to be her family just like Jensen did.

"I'm not that attached to Jensen."

"Really? There's not a scar on your hip from when you guys had to be surgically detached so he could move out of here?"

"No, but you're welcome to look," Chris smirked, but took away any chance he might be too sleazy by reaching out to attack both of her sides with his fingers, finding all her ticklish spots at once.

"Stop it!" Sandy giggled and tried to reach out and retaliate, but his arms were just longer and he could keep her at a safe distance.

"Take it back."

"Okay, okay," Sandy gasped out and his hands stilled long enough for her to move in and find his ribs.

"Cheater!" Chris laughed and tried to move back on the bed. They were both breathing hard when he caught both her wrists. "Okay, now. Truce?"

"I'll be good."

Chris raised an eyebrow.

"That's possible for you?"

"I'll stop tickling." Sandy smiled and pushed close to him so that her lips brushed against his ear. "And not be good."

Chris released her wrists as she licked and sucked behind his ear. Maybe it was time to reward him some for his patience. She'd really meant to hold out longer, but somehow when he wasn't putting all the pressure on her to let him get under her shirt, it made her want him there that much more.

His hands moved up to tangle in her hair as she kissed down his neck until he pulled her lips back toward his.

Chris was probably the best kisser of all the guys she'd kissed. Sadly, of all the people she'd kissed, she had to admit that Amanda came in second. Most guys had this habit of just shoving their tongues in her mouth.

Chris was different. Chris kissed like he actually cared if she enjoyed it or not. He kissed with his lips first and teased with his tongue until she pressed in closer and asked for more.

And tonight she really wanted more. Her hands ran down his back until she found the soft, hot skin at his waist. He moaned into her mouth as she reached under his t-shirt and let her nails skim over his back. Then she was pushing his t-shirt up and over his head. She'd wanted to run her hands all over his chest since she'd seen the outline of his muscles through his wet t-shirt in the rain.

Sandy was expecting him to go for her shirt now. Most guys seemed to follow the thought that once you took their shirt off, yours was fair game. But Chris just pulled her closer and kissed down her neck as his hands grazed over her back. Maybe Jared was right, that she'd dated jerks before, because when she guided his hand down to her stomach, Chris pulled back from the kiss and met her eyes.

"This okay?" His voice was a rough whisper as his hand reached under her shirt to caress her stomach.

"Yeah."

His hand still didn't move straight to her chest. Instead, Chris moved up her stomach slowly, and then moved around to her back and over her shoulders as he lifted the shirt over her head.

"So beautiful," he breathed against her ear and kissed down her neck. "What do you want?"

Sandy shivered as his hand ran down her side, just grazing over the side of her breast. No one had ever asked her that before-at least not this early in the game. Her ex-boyfriend asked how she wanted to do it once they got there, but he'd definitely just been trying to figure out her bra at this point. Maybe she couldn't even put the blame on her ex, because even now she wasn't sure how to answer. She'd been just as willing to stumble along doing what they thought they were supposed to do in bed.

"What do you want?" she countered instead, because she was really starting to wonder. He should be trying to push her hand down his pants by now or something.

"I wanna make you feel good. I wanna drive you crazy. As much as you'll let me. Make you come, if you want me to." Chris kissed down her neck as he talked and brushed his hand over her back, still waiting for permission to move further.

"What about you?" He was throwing her whole game plan out the window.

"Guess that's up to you. I told you what I want." He met her lips in a lingering kiss and pulled back to look her in the eye again. "Or we can slow down. Whatever you want."

"It's not that." How exactly was she supposed to explain she didn't really know what that was?

"What is it?"

"I don't know. I mean, I haven't…before. I don't really know if I can." She should've known better than to date an older guy. If she'd found a freshman like Jared, she'd really be ahead of the game. Instead she was making a hot moment turn awkward. Chris was really going to start wondering why he was bothering with a freshman.

"You haven't…oh." Sandy was about ready to die as Chris processed her words. "You've had sex, done other stuff, but you've never come?"

"It wasn't a big deal. I just…didn't." She always tried to kind of brush over that part. Lots of women didn't have orgasms. Comso totally agreed.

"S'okay. Can I try?" Chris whispered with his face still close to hers, like he knew she'd somehow blamed herself for it. "No pressure. If you don't get there, we just have fun trying?"

"Okay. Yeah," Sandy nodded and moved closer again into his arms.

"You want me pull back or slow down, just let me know, okay, sweetheart? I'm not pushing. We've got as long as you want."

"I know." Sandy pulled him into another kiss. So maybe this wasn't her plan. But Chris's plan was starting to sound way better, and maybe later she could show him how many ways she wasn't as inexperienced as she seemed now.

"Just trust me," Chris breathed against her lips as he reached behind her back to unhook her bra. She wasn't going to think about how he didn't fumble with the clasp. She knew going into this that Chris had his share of experience and it wasn't fair to start getting upset about it now.

"Damn. So amazing." Chris's voice was awed as he lowered her onto her back and let her bra fall to ground. He moved over her, letting her bare breasts press against his chest as he took her lips again. His tongue pressed against hers, teasing before he pulled back to kiss down her neck again. But he didn't stop this time. He kept moving down, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses between her breasts. Sandy found herself arching into his touch as he cupped her breasts in his hands and circled his thumbs around her nipples.

She guided his lips back to her breast and he circled his tongue around the nipple, pulling back and smirking when she moaned and arched against him, trying to get more contact.

"Gonna get there. Just gotta make you really want it." Chris smiled and found her lips again as he teased her breasts with light, grazing touches.

Sandy arched into his lips as he moved down her stomach, letting his tongue dip into her navel. She couldn't help bucking her hips up in anticipation, but instead of continuing down, Chris smirked and moved across her stomach to kiss and suck over her hip. She had never been teased this long. Most guys just moved in for the kill, but she was beginning to wonder if Chris would ever even rub over her nipple.

"Please. More." She pulled his head back up to her breast and this time when she guided him, he gave in and swiped his tongue over the hardened nipple and sucked. She moaned again as Chris moved his hand down her stomach and down her hip.

Chris wasn't going to let her rush him too much. Five minutes later felt like twenty and he'd rubbed everywhere but where she wanted, and her jeans were still on. Finally he licked just under the waistband of her jeans and moved his hand to fumble with the button. He paused and looked up as if what she wanted wasn't obvious with all the moaning and bucking her hips toward his hand.

"Dammit, don't even ask," she groaned out and he chuckled. She was really getting revenge later. She was going to make him come so fast that she'd be able to mock him for months. But now, she was just happy she thought to wear those black, lacy boyshort panties. Amanda kept telling her to go with a thong, but she was pretty sure Chris would appreciate the way these just naturally rode up over her butt. Chris's fingers pressed just a little harder against her as she kicked off her jeans and she was pretty sure her instincts were right.

Chris ran his hands up her thighs and she could tell he was struggling with his resolve to tease her just a little longer. At least she knew he wasn't immune to everything, but he still didn't give in. Instead he kissed up the inside of her thigh, pressing her hip down when she tried to shift against his cheek. He let his tongue graze under her panties just long enough to give her hope for more, and then moved back up to kiss down her hip.

"I'm so getting you back for this later," she managed in between moans as he kissed over the lace of her panties. He paused and shifted just a little, not so in control after all.

"That is really not a threat." His eyes were dark when he looked up, watching her as he slid his hand between her legs. "So wet, baby."

He let his tongue lick over her then, tasting her through silk and lace. She bit back a moan, but he moved away, pushing aside her panties with his lips as he kissed down. She watched as he hooked his fingers in the fabric and pulled them down.

His lips hovered over her clit for just a second, teasing before he moved just to the side.

"Please. Chris, come on." Begging had to work. Guys liked begging. One time when Jensen was drunk he admitted it worked on Jared every time.

"Trust me." His words were hot breath against her as he licked around her clit, teasing as his hand ran up her side, rubbing over her breast again.

Finally, he looked up one last time and then finally licked over her folds, letting his tongue dip inside to taste her before pressing it to her clit. It was hotter than it'd ever been, rough and intense as he rubbed over her nipple. He licked with quick, hot swipes of his tongue, moaning against her when she dug her fingers into his hair.

Chris moved in closer, covering her with his lips and sucking as his tongue licked her over. His thumb slipped into his mouth, pressing harder over her clit and rubbing in circles. It was too much and not enough. She shook under him, too empty and fumbled with his hand, pushing against him until he pressed inside, stroking inside with two fingers. She clenched down, writhing on his fingers as heat flowed through her. Chris held her through it, rubbing over her side until she stilled against him.

"That was fucking amazing," she sighed, running her hands though his hair as he rested against her stomach, his mouth and chin slick.

"Love how you taste."

"I eat lots of pineapple," she laughed pulling him back up so she could mouth down his chest. "And I wasn't joking about getting revenge."

~*~