Trouble by P.L. Jenkins

I moan in pleasure and he lifts me onto the bathroom sink.
                  “Oh my god Lannie. I am not going to be able to stop this. You have to be the one.” I shake my head no, as he slides his index finger into my panties, finding just the right place. I hear a knock on the door and J pulls his finger out making an sshh motion. The knock comes again.
                  “Yeah?” j shouts and I smile as he sucks his finger with my cum on it.
                  “Hey sir, its Ashley I can’t find Lannie. Have you seen her?” He looks into my eyes, making every fiber in my body to not laugh.
                  “Nope, I did see her head upstairs though.” He smirks.
                  “Okay.” He turns to me and I smile.
                  “You taste like heaven. Where was I?” He was about to do it again when the knock came again.
                  “Damnit what?” This time it was Gage.
                  “Are you really alone?” I try not to laugh, and J does too.
                  “Yeah, why?” Then what comes out of Gage mouth causes my head to become fuzzy and unsure.
                  “Brandon don’t fuck with me man. She’s missing and I can’t find her. I mean us. Either you know where she is at, or you don’t, but don’t dick us around on a chase.” I stare at him. He just said Brandon. Like Brandon. Ugh.
                  “Are you fucking kidding me? Your name is Brandon?” I hop off the counter swinging the door open and shoving past Gage. I cannot believe this. I hear Gage mumble shit as I walk up the stairs, and in my room I see Ashley. She stares at me waiting for me to cool my head.
                  “La, honey. Are you okay?” I glare at her. I walk to the balcony and plop on the chair. I hear the muffling of voices, and moments later Gage appears by me.
                  “La, listen. I tried to tell you, but then Ashley showed up. You know I would never keep shit from you.” Whatever. I can’t believe this is happening.
                  “So let me get this right. This guy is Brandon, the same one that been texting me, the same one who’s brother is Chad, and the one that called me firecracker? Or are there more Brandon’s?” He sigh’s as he sits and lights a cigarette.
                  “I didn’t know about the texting until Ashley was going on and on about it one day. Then I figured it out. I knew that you needed someone to talk to about that night so I pushed you to go to the BBQ. The firecracker, yeah that is him. I thought you knew already, but I guess not.”
                  “Ugh can it get any worse?” He smiles at me and nods.
                  “Rhonda was his girlfriend or play thing.” I start laughing. Ashley walks out and has a smile on her face.
                  “Seriously?” He nods. I sit here for a moment and realize that our paths have always collided together, but nothing has changed. He is a teacher and I almost slept with him. So how can it be the same?
                  “La, you need to talk to him.” I shake my head no,
                  “Fine, then let’s go watch a movie where it has to be silent, because he isn’t going anywhere till tomorrow.” I roll my eyes as I roll in suite down to the living room. He wasn’t there and I was thankful, but hurt. We find a movie that I’ve heard of and I crawl up on the love seat while Gage and Ashley cuddle on the couch. I feel my eyes getting heavy, and I fall into a slumber of sleep.
                  “Hey sleepy head want to wake up?” I shift on the couch to see the darkest brown eyes staring at me. Ugh J, I mean Brandon is staring at me. I need answers and I am hoping that he can provide them.
                  “Yeah, sorry I didn’t mean to fall