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Bittersweet Revenge

Cambree watched Slader with an almost confused face as he began to talk. She bit her lip slightly at his touch. It gave her chills and she didn't know why. It wasn't really cold in the room. Maybe it was just sensitive.


"I do think those things, S," She assured him,"What? I can't tell you you're really attractive? Fuck Dean. He's an ass. Don't you think I'm pretty?"


A smirk came over her lips and big hazel eyes blinked up at him innocently. Subconsciously, Cambree knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted Slader to tell her that she was pretty and make a move on her. Who wouldn't? Have you seen the guy?


He was hot and she was drunk and apparently to Cambree, those two things automatically meant that they should hook-up. It was really wrong of her to think and she knew that cheating was wrong, but she was really really pissed off at Dean and what better way to get over it than this?
 
Slader sighed and turned away a moment, gathering up his thoughts. She wasn't just pretty, she was gorgeous. Everything about her was.


"Yes, you're very pretty. Now come here," all hope of self control was lost in the two empty bottles of booze as he slid a hand behind her neck and leaned down, slanting his lips over hers. She tasted like fruity drinks and lipgloss. She tasted so good.


He wasn't thinking as he pushed her back down, sliding on top of her to kiss her more deeply. Dean. Dean was dating her. Not him. He froze a moment as these thoughts popped into his head, but he quickly brushed them aside. Fuck it's she's hot and I'm hammered. he reminded himself.


As he continued to kiss Cambree, Slader helped guide one of her hands over his abs and to his muscular chest. Since she loved them so much, she should be able to experience them, right?
 
Cambree tilted her head, watching Slader as he turned away. Maybe she'd said too much?


That worry was quickly swept away when he leaned over and began to kiss her. Her heart nearly melted. It was just the way he kissed her and, hell, probably the alcohol too. Slader got with nearly every girl in their whole school but he was just one of those guys that you couldn't even be mad at it for because you'd fall for all of his pick-up lines too. She barely even thought as she kissed him.


She laid back in his bed, following his lead and just laid there. She was too drunk to even notice the pause. Her hand moved to his abs like he had her do and her other hand moved up to his neck and tangled in his hair. His hand slid up and down his chest and abs, feeling every dip and defined line. God, he was like a dream.


She considered leading him the way that he did her, but she knew that Slader knew better. He probably knew just what to do to drive a girl crazy.
 
Cambree seemed to be enjoying herself with his abs and chest and she hadn't exactly turned away yet, so Slader took that as a good thing and decided to keep going.


In one swift motion, he scooped her up and turned to sit against the headboard, placing her in his lap, straddling him. One hand moved to cradle her cheek while the other slid down to the hem of her dress. He tilted her chin to kiss her even more deeply.


This is where he would let her decide if he went further. Sure, he had sex... A lot. But he never went too far without explicitly either asking, or letting them guide him themself. In this instance, he wasn't going to just assume it was okay that he slid his hand up her dress.
 
Cambree smiled against Slader's lips when he picked her up and moved her. She wasn't sure if she was just super light or if he was super straight but it was impressive nonetheless.


She kissed him even deeper once on top of him but once she felt his hand at the bottom of her dress, she pulled away. Not because she was going to tell him to stop though. She smirked at him and reached down, pulling off the skintight dress herself and tossing it to the side. She'd picked a good day to wear her favorite lace bra and thong.


"What are you waiting for?" She asked him lowly with a smile on her lips before leaning in and beginning to kiss him again. She ran a hand through his soft hair, then ran her hand down his chest but stopped at the waist of his pants.
 
Slader grinned wildly as she removed the dress herself. Her body was even better underneath. He slid his hand around her chest and down her flat stomach, then settled on her waist.


His blue eyes widened as he felt her hand dangerously close on the edge of his jeans. He wanted her to keep going. Couldn't she tell just by looking?


That bra needed to be gone. Slader slyly moved his free hand up to the clasp, and threw it onto the ground. He had practice doing that. Most guys didn't find it so easy.
 
Cambree smiled, watching Salder's face before her began to feel her all over. She even giggled a little bit when he took off her bra because he'd done it so quickly and skillfully.


She began to unbutton his jeans and undo his zipper while she leaned and kissed his neck and collarbone.


This would usually made Cambree really uncomfortable, well obviously because it was Slader and not Dean, but usually with sex in generally she kept it pretty basic. She wasn't really into foreplay or anything like that. It was just like, Hey, wanna have some sex? Yeah. And then they were done five minutes later. Two things slowed her down tonight though. The alcohol being the majority of that and the fact that Slader was just so damn hot.
 
Slader groaned as he felt her hands on the zipper of his jeans. This is so wrong. This is so wrong, this is so wrong. he kept thinking as he moved his hands down to her perfect ass to feel around, sliding one underneath the waist of her underwear.


He knew it was wrong, but he wasn't just about to stop. He was wasted, had a gorgeous girl on top of him, and was extremely turned on. Stopping now would be torture, regardless of how wrong it was to help your best friend's girlfriend cheat on him.


Dean's gonna kill me. he thought bitterly as his hands moved to finally get rid of the last piece of clothing on Cambree's body.
 
Cambree shifted from Slader's lap, only so that he could take off her underwear. She leaned down again, beginning to kiss him. Her lips began to trail again from his to neck and collarbone again. She got off his lap and move so that she was in between his legs on and on his knees, then moved her lips all the way down his chest and abs. He's so hot... this is so bad.. But he's so hot!





When she got to his jeans, this time she pulled them down along with his underwear slowly a quarter of the way down to his thighs. What am I doing? She felt like she should have been nervous but she wasn't. She didn't feel much at all except a little dizzy and super turned on. So, instead of thinking anymore, she just leaned forward and drug her tongue up Slader's pretty obvious boner.
 
Slader gasped as his eyes rolled back a bit, groaning as Cambree worked. Fuck... Fuck... Fucckkk Why the hell would Dean stand her up? This could be him right now. But it wasn't, and he wasn't about to complain either.


After a few moment of her toying with him, he couldn't take it anymore. He picked her up and lay her down on the bed, slid off his jeans and underwear, and got back on top of the girl.


He didn't even ask, he just got to work right away creating a steady rythmn between the two. Goddddddd.


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Slader lie on his back, breathing heavily. His eyes were closed and he nearly forgot where he was when they opened and he saw his best friend's girl lying naked beside him.
 
Cambree pushed her hair out of her face and let out a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling. She bit down on her lip. That was bad. Really bad. Like, she knew that she shouldn't have done that... But it really nice as the same time. To actually feel wanted for once. She couldn't remember the last time that Dean gave her attention like that.


She looked over at Slader and smiled though. "That was really good," She told him, moving onto her side and hugging the pillow that she was now laying on, "Like.. Really good..."


She closed her eyes, feeling all the alcohol starting to take over even more so. Now she just felt tired. She had drank nearly an entire bottle. "Thank you," She mumbled quietly to him, opening her eyes and look in his direction,"For everything." He didn't have to let her come over and deal with her.
 
Slader opened his eyes once more as he heard Cambree speak. He tilted his head to face her, but the effort created a pounding headache in one of his eyes. Damnit.


"No need to thank me. I highly doubt you'll remember much of this tomorrow anyways." She hadn't been that drunk before, and memory loss was common. She would know that something happened and maybe even that they had sex, but not much else. He, on the other hand, would remember quite a bit. And he would feel the full force of guilt beating down on him.


"Yeah, it was." Was all he responded with. It was fantastic, actually, he just could barely stay awake. Side effects of being a guy; you got tired easily after those sort of activities.


"I'm going to bed. You can stay if you want. If not, call a cab." He offered, giving her a small smile and smoothing back her hair.
 
Cambree shrugged tiredly when he said that she probably wouldn't remember.. Probably not.


Her eyes fluttered open when she felt him touch her hair and then smiled back at him. She didn't answer though, she just closed her eyes again and shifted a little bit to get comfortable on her side. There was no way she'd be able to get dressed, walk out to a cab, and sneak into her house without her parents finding her falling over everything. Then she'd be screwed. So she decided just to go to sleep instead. He invited her to after all.


~


The sun was the first thing that Cambree woke up to, shining brightly through the windows. She barely opened her eyes and it nearly blinded her. She quickly closed them again and groaned, pulling the pillow that she was laying on over her head. She had a pounding headache for some reason. And she had blackout blinds in her room.. Who in the hell had messed with them?
 
Slader was up brushing his teeth when Cambree woke up. His bathroom connected to his bedroom, so he could see her groaning and pulling the pillow on her face. Ah, hangovers. That were splendid.


After he finished, Slader padded over to the bed wearing nothing but boxer shorts. He figured she wouldn't mind all too much.


"Morning. It's like... 11:00. You slept in." He noted, turning to switch on his television. He had four bottles of water on his night table for the two of them. He placed one beside her on the bed and sat himself down to look at the screen.
 
Cambree's heart stopped, hearing a voice talking to her. A guy. And it wasn't Dean. No it was-


She pulled the covers away from her face and opened her eyes again. "Slader?" She asked quietly out loud. Well, no shit it was him but why was she in his room. And why did she feel like shit. She put the pillow beside her and slowly pushed herself so that she was sitting up straight.


She gasped, realizing that she was naked, and quickly pulled the covers over her. Her eyes shifted around the room, realizing that it wasn't her room but Slader's.. What the fuck? What the hell? Did I do?...


She looked over at him with a rather confused face. "Morning," She said softly, not wanting to be rude. Something cold touched her between the sheet and she picked up the water bottle and cracked it open, drinking it more than willingly. She felt really thirsty and now that she was just sitting there, she could feel her stomach start to churn.
 
Slader nodded, realizing she was probably very confused as to why she was in his bed... Naked.


"Here's the condensed version of the story. You called, wanted to get drunk. I provided. We came onto eachother and bam, now we're here." He shrugged and took a long sip of his water.


"No, Dean doesn't know you're here. Yes, we slept together. That headache you probably have is a hangover. You drank nearly an entire bottle of liquor." He said matter of factly.
 
Cambree lowered the water from her lips as Slader began to briefly explain what had happened last night. She found herself at a loss for words. She slept with Slader?..


She didn't say anything, she just nodded and looked towards the TV, trying to think it all through. Last night. Let's see. Oh, that's right. She was suppose to be out with Dean.. But he blew her off. So she'd called Slader because she'd wanted to party...


As her mind slowly started to piece together the night, she slipped slowly on the water. She felt really fucking shitty. "A whole bottle, huh? That must be like a record or something," She remarked jokingly with a little grin, looking over at him. She wasn't really sure how to play off this situation. Was she suppose to just pretend like it didn't happen? He would know, right? He was like the king of one night stands. And that's all it was. Just two friends, drunk and lonely for the night. That was all.. No big deal..
 
Slader shrugged. "I've got you beat. I drank two." He stated. Typically, he would either go at it again with the girl, or send her home, acting like it was just a thing that happened and it was over. But this was Cambree. One, he wasn't going to sleep with her again be isea now he was sober and the guilt would be too much. Two, he wasn't going to just send her home.


"If you had plans today you better get going soon." He didn't want to freak her out and openly ignore what happened, but he also didn't want to fully acknowledge the fact that she cheated on Dean with him.


"Dean's probably worried about you. He text me this morning asking if I knew where you were." That was a lie, but maybe if he got her focused on her boyfriend again she wouldn't stay too long. Not that he wanted her to leave, he was just really stressed and really hungover and needed to smoke a joint or two. He definitely wasn't going to do that with Cambree around.
 
Cambree grinned a little bit and nodded, knowing that it was true. He was like a party god. She knew that he'd never actually sleep with her sober. He was like... Hot and she was like, meh. And taken. Taken. Has a boyfriend. She looked over at him when he mentioned Dean and instantly felt sick. "Oh," Was all that managed to say. She got the hint. He wanted her gone. Just another little hookup. Point taken. She pushed the covers away from herself and climbed out of the bed, realizing that he'd seen it all last night so it was pointless for her to cover up.


She walked around, finding all of her clothes which were thrown about the room. She got dressed, then walked over to his desk where she saw her phone and key chain. She turned it on and furrowed her brows. No texts. Maybe he knew.. Maybe Slader told Dean. She could feel herself starting to panic and the guilt was starting to set in. Her eyes began to water. She'd cheated on her boyfriend. Like cheated on him to the biggest extend. No just a kiss. But sex. With his best friend. She was a terrible person. Here wasn't the place to break down though. She'd made the decision. She quickly wiped a tear and looked over at Slader. "I'm sorry for coming over. It was stupid," She told him quickly before turning and hurrying out of his room.


Ugh, she felt so sick. She wasn't sure if it was all the alcohol sloshing around in her nearly-empty stomach or the absolute guilt but it was horrific.
 
Slader knew it was best not to say anything as she turned to leave, apologizing. Really, she had nothing to apologize for, but he would leave her to her grieving and check up on her later tonight.


He stood up and walked over to his desk, opening the drawer and pulling out some joints. He lit one and coyly leaned against his wall, letting the smile fill his longs for a long while before he exhaled. He needed it.


After he finished, Slader returned to his kitchen to drink a little bit more. Apparently it helped with hangovers to get a light buzz. He couldn't feel the pounding in his head anymore, but he knew it was still there. What have I done.
 
Cambree hurried out to her car and started it up but just sat there, thinking. Well, she thought for about two seconds before having a complete sobbing melt down. How was she suppose to be around Dean knowing what she'd done? Maybe she should just tell him. No, then that would ruin Slader and his friendship. But what if Slader told him and she didn't? Then she'd be a lying, shitty girlfriend. This whole thing sucked.


Once she pulled herself together enough to drive, she started on the drive back home. Her parents should be a work so she didn't see getting past them to be a problem.


Why? Why would she do that? Yeah, Slader was hot...And the sex had to have been great considering it was him. What am I thinking? It's Slader. Best friend. Not boyfriend.
 
Slader groaned inwardly as he pulled into the school parking lot. He was dressed like he normally was; gray zip up hoodie, dark jeans, Vans, and a blue t shirt that matched the color of his eyes. He fixed his attractively undone hair in the mirror before sliding out if his black Ford truck.


A few girls sent glances his way as he walked through the front door. Lily, the girl who had convinced him to watch the movie, approached him with an eager smile on her red lips. You're not even that hot, why did I make this deal. He knew exactly why, but he wasn't going to admit it.


"So did you like the movie?" She asked in her somewhat annoying high pitched voice. Before Slader could answer, a friend of his walked up, girl under his arm, and ushered him away from Lily. "Thanks Derek." Slader mumbled.
 
Cambree was sitting beside Dean, leaning into his side and scrolling through Instagram on her phone while he talked to some friends who were sitting with them at the table in the courtyard. She decided just to brush the whole Slader thing under the rug. She had, however, made sure to put on a cute outfit and do her hair and makeup as if it was going to make up for what she'd done if she looked like a super cute girlfriend.


She felt guilty just sitting next to Dean. He had absolutely no idea what horrible thing she'd done to him. She wanted to say "they" and drag Slader down with her but the whole thing had been her idea. Drinking and all. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that she'd instigated it all. She'd taken off her dress and blew him before he did anything.
 

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