a place to rest my head

[brody michael whitter]

Brody was in desperate need of distraction from his school work that he was supposed to be studying. He did not really want to do it, but he had two tests coming up. He should be focused on that, instead he had been on his computer being a dork talking to his best friend. Knowing that Stella was in charge of occupying her evil twin though that was kind of entertaining. Though he could honestly say that he was kind of terrified of Evie, seeing as how she always tried to get with him to piss Stella off back in the day. Now he was going to be sneaking in the window of Stella’s room, in an attempt to show her that he had in fact improved from their awkward first time back in the day. Neither of them wanted to be that awkward when they actually found someone to sleep with, and it was needless to say that he became a bit of a manwhore after his night with Stella. Though the young man had made drastic changes to his entire personality which was why he wanted to do this. Plus he needed to get his head out of the books, even though he had brought his messenger bag with him just in case something happened and they ended up vegging out on her bed for hours like they normally did. Brody pulled his truck into the driveway, and started to sneak around the house so that he could get to the lattice to climb up to Stella’s window. He had done a pretty good job of learning how to do this, and he pushed the window open and threw his bag on the floor and softly pulled himself up. He sat on her bed and sent a text message to Stellar, “Woman get your ass upstairs. I’m here.” Moments later he heard her coming up the steps and then a smirk graced his lips. “Well hello sexy lady. Where have you been my whole life?” He laughed and got up and kissed her gently. Before busting into a smile, so he was a s charming as ever. This was Brody we were talking about, he just hoped that this went smoothly, and not as awkward as their first time.

[stella fiona garland]

Stella Garland was not a slut. She didn't sleep around for kicks and she certainly hadn't had sex with more than three people in her entire - but short - life. The first of which was Brody Whitter; yes, the Brody Whitter. Her best friend and partner in crime had taken her virginity, and she was less-than-proud to admit that the event had been the kick-start to his colorful reputation. They had never gotten together after that night, nor had they ever discussed it or developed any sort of 'feelings' for one another. Although it had been the most awkward experience in either of their lives, they managed to easily maintain their friendly relationship like it never happened at all. Until tonight, of course. Somehow the incident had been brought up in conversation and, after becoming thoroughly annoyed with his insistence, Stella agreed to try one more time in the hopes of it being less awkward. Her hopes weren't very high and, if she were being completely honest, this was the last thing she wanted to be doing right now. Not that Brody wasn't attractive or any good - she had absolutely no doubt in her mind that he had picked up a skill or two since their last rendezvous - but he was her best friend. Practically her brother. And he still wanted to sleep with her. After logging out of instant messenger, Stella had hopped down the stairs to check on her older sister, Evelyn. She needed to occupy her anyway necessary in order to keep her downstairs and away from Brody. Evie was content with watching the broad collection of movies in Stella's entertainment system, and munching on food from the refrigerator, so there really wasn't much for her to do. But she still managed to spew out a lie of "I don't feel good, so I'm going to bed," which her sister bought hook, line, and sinker when Brody's text came in. Stella sighed and sprinted up the stairs, closing the door gently behind her and resting her back against the cold wood of it. "Oh, you know, occupying my wicked sister. You got here fast." As his lips touched hers, she instinctively stiffened, her entire body going rigid for a moment before she relaxed, weaving her arms around his torso and gazing up at him with a soft smile. Maybe if she could pretend that Brody was someone else - namely that cute boy she had met in Vidette's kitchen - then this might not be so bad. "So, are we going to do this or what?"

[brody michael whitter]

Hearing her footsteps he knew that she would be up soon enough to entertain him. THere was always something about the way that Stella carried herself that made her attractive. Something about how she had fit so well into his life, and even though they had shared their first time together there was never anything awkward. It had always been to take the awkwardness away, but what they had no idea was that they would be stumbling around each other trying to figure it out. Seeing her big brown eyes always made him light up, and she was stunning. SO there had never been romantic feelings, but Brody was not dumb enough not to notice how gorgeous Stella was inside and out. His best friend was this natural beauty that every man wanted and not one of them was good enough to have her. But he placed a gentle kiss on her lips and felt her body go rigid in his arms. It freaked him out only momentarily, because just as quickly she had lace her arms around his torso. So it was still awkward for them, but he was going to show her a few of his tricks. It was in his nature, and there was only one other person he would have ever have suggested this to and it was Mykayla Trent. The girl that would always hold pieces of his heart in a way that no woman could change. Brody smirked down at her, as he leaned down to kiss her neck and grab the back of her neck to pull her closer. “That is up to you, you ready for round two?” He said with a light chuckle as he pulled his lips back up to hers and placed a kiss with a bit more fire to it as he walked her back towards her bed and lay her down gently, never breaking the kiss. He would only go as far as Stella wanted him to and as fast as she wanted him too. It was her pace, but he let one hand roam over her side waiting for the go ahead to move this forward. He had picked up some gentleman ways along the years, but he still wanted this. Every once in a while a casual hook-up was not frowned on, and it wasn’t like it would mean nothing. It was Stella. He would always care about her, and he would never let things get awkward between them.

[stella fiona garland]

It wasn't that she didn't want this. It had been far too long since Stella slept with anyone, and with her twenty third birthday on the horizon, it only seemed fitting that she got a little birthday sex. But that didn't necessarily mean that she wanted this from Brody and, as he lay her down on her bed with his hand sliding up her side, more doubt began to settle in her stomach. This didn't feel right; it should have, but it didn't. She trusted him, knew him better than she knew herself, and they had already done this once before. Hell, he took her fucking virginity and vise-versa! Stella just couldn't seem to wrap her head around this, and yet that still wasn't enough motivation to stop him. She tentatively reached for the hem of his shirt with trembling fingers, her fingertips brushing his hard abs as she pushed the shirt up in an attempt to rid him of it. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and 'Calm the fuck down, Stellar' was on repeat like a broken record in her mind. There really was no need to be this insecure and neurotic...except there was. Somewhere not too far away, there was a boy with big, brown doe eyes and a charming smile, whom she had been lucky enough to meet in her own sisters' kitchen, and while Stella wasn't exactly dreaming of having sex with him - yet - it was the driving force behind her apprehension to sleep with Brody now. She had only met him once, but he had left enough of an impression to hinder her from experiencing mind-blowing sex with one of the hottest guys she knew. It was rather frustrating, to be honest. But she pushed all thoughts of Talan away to the best of her ability and focused on relaxing, the tension visibly easing out of her body with it. That wasn't to say that she was completely comfortable doing this, or that it seemed like the right thing to do, but she was doing it anyway. Stella gently pushed herself and Brody up into sitting positions, settling herself in his lap and pulling back just enough to break the kiss and properly lift his shirt over his head. A grin came to her lips as she tossed the offending object onto the floor, raising her eyebrows suggestively at her best friend. "Don't you dare disappoint me," she teased, leaning forward again to take his bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes never leaving his. If she was really going to do this, throwing caution to the wind, then she was planning on showing Brody all of the tricks that she managed to learn over the years. She may not have had quite the reputation that he did, but she had been around the track a couple of times and she wasn't one to disappoint either. So, with all the confidence she could muster, she reached down to grab the hem of her own shirt and pull it over her head, only to have it get stuck. Seductive image? Ruined.

[brody michael whitter]

When Brody had been invited over, well the idea of Stella taking the lead in any of this was not on his mind. He had figured that he was going to take the lead, and that was just that. But she seemed to be loosening up to the idea. She was the one that pushed him into the sitting position, and then her fingers were playing along the hem of his shit. She seemed less apprehensive about it as she lifted the shirt, parting their lips for just moments, and then discarding it. The way she tossed it just seemed to disgust her that he had even worn it over to her house in the first place. It made him smirk into the kiss, but he was glad that her lips were on his. He listened as she spoke. “I would never dream of disappointing the best friend.” That was whenever she went to pull her own shirt over her head, but that was whenever the dorky side of Stella. It was the side that he was used to and as much as he hated her for struggling with her shirt, he just kind of laughed. Her sat up closer to her and helped her out of the shirt. “Only you would get stuck in your own shirt.” He chuckled as he tossed her shirt to the side of the bed and kissed along her jawbone and neck. Trying to get her to move forward and not think about the fact that she had just gotten stuck in her shirt. But that was when he let his fingers pull her back on top of his lap and then linger along her jean line. The playful side of Stella rarely made an appearance, but it seemed almost like the two of them had these little bits to prove to each other. It was funny as he started to unbutton her jeans, but looked at her making sure that it was okay. He let his lips catch hers and tried to shimmy her out of her pants, but it was not going as planned. Why was it that every time they went to do this together everything always ended all awkward and complicated, but leave it to Stellar and Brodster to screw this up.

[stella fiona garland]

There was no denying that Brody had become pretty good at this over the years, and his awkward boyish charm no longer existed. Rather, he was a man of experience - more experience than she had - and Stella would be lying if she were to say that there was absolutely no sexual attraction between them. Sure, they were best friends and often referred to their relationship as being 'closer than siblings'. But the fact of the matter was, they weren't siblings. Never have been and never will be, and having a close bond didn't necessarily stop either of them from thinking the other was attractive. So, despite how against this she had once been, Stella couldn't help but succomb to desire as Brody kissed along her jawline, the uncomfortable shirt moment long forgotten as his fingertips brushed her stomach, fumbling with the button on her jeans. Her fingers tangled in his messy blonde hair and she arched her back and pushed herself up farther on her knees, making it easier for him to slide the offending garment down her legs. Unfortunately, nothing ever went as planned with them and the jeans were proving to be a bit more difficult than either of them would have liked. Stella sighed, pushing her hair out of her face and hopping off of the bed to do the task herself. They slid down with ease, but it wasn't until they were around her ankles that yet another problem arose; Stella attempted to kick them off gracefully but, instead, she ended up kicking the side of the bed and stubbing her toe. "Seriously?" She hissed, grabbing her foot as she sat back on the bed, turning to pout at Brody like a child. "And you said this wouldn't be awkward in the slightest."

[brody michael whitter]

This was not supposed to be going down like this. The awkward shirt thing never should have happened, even though it was kind of adorable to see Stella get herself stuck in her shirt. Brody had done this a million times, okay over exaggerating a tiny bit, but the point was that he had done this enough times that this should be easy. He kissed her neck and jawline, and he could feel all of their preconceived notions flying out the window. He let his fingers danced around her jean lines, waiting for the okay. When he got it moving things right along had not been difficult, but this was Brody and Stella. OF course he wouldn’t be able to get her jeans off, and watching her do it was kind of a turn on. Seeing as how this time she was able to be a tiny bit sexy, even though she had been brushing her hair out of her face just moments before. It was kind of adorable seeing her all worked up and just being the Stella he knew was deep down in her. Considering he was the one that saw this side of her first, but what came next was enough to make him bite his lip hard in an effort not to giggle. The poor girl had hit her toe off of bedside table, and it was kind of funny. She sat down and was holding her toe. “Leave it to you to go and hurt yourself taking off your clothes.” That was whenever she spoke again. And you said this wouldn’t be awkward in the slightest. and he chuckled lightly. So it had turned out to be a little more awkward than he had thought it would be, but it was still okay. All they had to do was lose undergarments, and his jeans. So while she sat holding her toe, he got off the bed and slipped out of his jeans. That was when he pushed her back gently on the bed and started the whole fiasco over again. Kissing her jawline and her neck hoping to get her back in the mood and off of her stubbed toe. This was going to be interesting, hoping that nothing else went terribly awry.

[stella fiona garland]

If you looked up the word 'awkward' in the dictionary, there was no doubt in Stella's mind that her name would be somewhere within the definition. Her entire existence was based around epic failures and ridiculous mishaps and, apparently, sex with Brody the second time around would be no different. First the shirt, then the pants, then the stubbed toe. All of it had been disastrous, just as she predicted it would be and yet, Brody still went forward with it all. He lowered her back onto the bed, his lips working her jawline and neck once more but, if Stella were being completely honest, she was the exact opposite of turned on. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the sweet faced boy she had met in Vidette's house and the interesting conversation they had had on the phone. What would he think of her if he knew that she was screwing around with her best friend? She seriously doubted he would be too thrilled, and she found herself really intrigued by him, even after such a short amount of time knowing him. There was potential with Talan. She wasn't just a sex toy to him and, that was the last thing she wanted to become to Brody. Suddenly, she was pushing on Brody's chest, shaking her head and mumbling "I can't. I'm sorry, I can't." To which she climbed out from underneath him and grabbed her discarded clothing, trying to throw it all back on quickly and haphazardly, her cheeks flaming in embarrassment, knowing that he wouldn't exactly be thrilled with her change of heart.