First off, a huge thanks to OrangeJuice362 for the suggestion within the first few minutes. Go check out his stuff if you haven't already, cause he's a really cool guy. Anyway, let's get this show on the road!

3rd Person POV- Britty's Apartment

A sudden knock on Britty's door stole her out of her novel. "What the Hell?" She asked herself. See, in the 10 years it's been, Britty has let go of her personal restraint towards swearing, so now she did it with all free reign.

She got up and answered the door. It was Mitch. Of course.

"Hey Brits. What's up?" He asked, casually leaning on the doorframe.

Britty stood still. His appearance was nothing short of... arousing. His shirt was so tight she could make out every muscle, and his shorts cut off just above his knees, showing off his calf muscles that were strong enough to crush her.

She thought of what she was wearing. A thin, white T-shirt with a green, zip-up hoodie. Her sweats were a simple beige shade, with red flats.

"Can I come in, Brits?" He asked.

"Hm? Oh! Yea, come in." She said, snapping out of it, and welcoming him in.

"Thanks." He said, coming in and taking a gentle seat on her wine-red couch.

"Uh huh." She sighed, closing her door.

"Uh, is it ok if I invite D.Jay and Jenna over?" He asked.

Britty shook off her odd trance. "Uh, sure. Why not? An old... reunion."

"Cool." They're probably gonna be here in an hour or so." Mitch said.

"Cool." Britty replied, sitting on the couch next to him.

1 1/2 Hours Later...

The doorbell went off, interrupting Britty and Mitch's rather intriguing episode of Skulls (Bones, essentially, for those who've seen that show).

"There they are." Britty sighed.

"I got it." Mitch said, getting up.

He opened the door, revealing their visitors, D.Jay and Jenna.

D.Jay's hair was dyed a forest green, and over one eye. A big surprise however, was that it was combed through. Not even lazily. It was quite appealing to the eye. He had his elbow out, with Jenna's arm wrapped around his forearm. Jenna's hair was also combed through, but tied back in a ponytail. D. Jay was dressed casually, with a loose T-shirt and jeans, while Jenna was wearing a loose-fitting dress. Quite uncommon for her.

"Hey guys!" Britty said, standing from her seat. "C'mon in!"

The two stepped inside the rather large apartment, admiring the decor.

"Damn, place hasn't changed a whole hell of a lot." D. Jay said.

"Yea, I don't really want to change it a whole hell of a lot." Britty replied, hands on her hips.

"Witty Britty, as always." Jenna scoffed.

"Well, thank you, Jenna." Britty said, taking a playful bow.

Jenna just shook her head.

"Anyway, what were you guys doing before we interrupted you?" D. Jay asked, a smug, suggestive grin on his face.

"Watching Skulls, ye dirty-bird." Britty replied, with an um-actually twinge in her voice.

"Oh, excuse me... Pluto." He replied.

"Oi! I'm not... THAT short... Am I?" She asked.

"Eh..." Mitch replied.

"You suck." Britty said mockingly.

"I'm slain." Mitch said monotonously, before falling over playfully.

"Oh my God. He's dead. Oh Noooo!" Jenna said, placing her hands on her face in faux fear. "What ever shall we do?"

"I know!" Britty announced huskily. She didn't know what was happening before she did it.

She sauntered over to his fallen body, purposefully making her walk seem sexy, pushing out her hips withe every step. She stood above him, her hands on her hips once again.

"Helloo." He laughed, a goofy grin on his face.

Britty got down on her hands and knees, now straddling Mitch. She remembered earlier she had debated with herself about if she should wear a skirt or not, and was now equally disappointed and relieved she decided against it (I'll leave those reasons up to your imagination).

The smile on Mitch's face disappeared, and his eyes went wider than a hole in one of D. Jay's conspiracy theories.

Britty's eyelids looked heavy, and her mouth was open slightly. Her glasses were further down on her face than they should have been, giving her a librarian look. Her loose shirt and sweater gave Mitch the perfect angle for an almost unhealthy amount of cleavage.

"What the He-" Was all he managed to get out before Britty forcefully grabbed the sides of his head and forced her lips onto his. His eyes went even wider.

"Damn!" D. Jay exclaimed.

"Holy Hell!" Jenna added.

When Britty had to detach from Mitch for oxygen, she ran her fingers through her hair, closing her eyes, trying to be as sexy as possible. She bucked her back, pushing her chest out. She looked down at Mitch, innocently asking "You gonna get up?"

"Sure." He said quietly.

She smiled, and got off of him, but not before huskily whispering "That's for the shirt that you're wearing, and that short joke."

She walked back to her seat, swaying her hips again. She sat down, pushed her glasses back up and crossed her leg over the other. "You guys gonna sit down?" She asked innocently.

"Uhh... Sure." D. Jay and Jenna said simultaneously. They both took a careful seat on the dark couch, while Mitch scrambled onto the edge of the couch.

"*Awkward cough* So, how far are you in Skulls?" Jenna asked, even though it was plainly stated on the screen. She was trying to break the ice, even though there's no more ice in the world after a scene that hot.

"Season 5, Episode 4. We're about halfway through it, though." Britty replied.

"Oh. We're halfway through season 6." D. Jay said.

"Seriously?" Mitch asked, shaking himself out of Britty's trance.

"Yea." Jenna said, while D. Jay nodded absent-mindedly.

"Well, no spoilers, then." Britty said, a fire in her voice. Despite her small stature, Britty was downright terrifying when she was pissed off.

They all remembered the time when another player broke Mitch's arm during football a few years back, and how that same player literally ended up in the hospital for 4 weeks, despite Britty being 1/3 his size.

"Hey, you guys wanna go to a place for dinner?" Jenna asked suddenly.

Everyone's responses were somewhat like "Eh, why the Hell not?"

"How about The Crab 'N Fish?" Britty suggested.

Again, responses of "Yea, sure, why not?"

Crab 'N Fish Diner

Britty, Jenna, Mitch and D. Jay all stood in the rather short line, behind a young couple resting their heads on each other. After they were seated, a small waitress came up to them.

"Allow me to show you to your seats." The waitress, followed by the group, weaved through people and waiters and waitresses, until they found a double-booth seat.

They took a seat, and the waitress said "Your server will be here in a moment.

"Damn, this place doesn't look a whole lot different from the one in Michigan." Mitch commented, looking around.

"Well, they're a restaurant chain. They're not meant to look totally different." Jenna said.

"Touché." He replied.

A taller woman came to their table, decked out in the same outfit of the original woman. "Hello, I'm Diane and I'll be your server tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks?" She asked, pulling out a pen and notepad.

"Damn, that was fast- Uh, yea. I'll get some water." Mitch said, looking down at the larger drink menu.

"I'll get a beer." D. Jay said, one arm holding the menu, the other around Jenna.

"I'll get a beer too." Jenna stated, cuddling into D. Jay.

"Uh, just a water." Britty said quietly. She could feel the heat radiating off of Mitch. 'Probably from that stunt you pulled.' She thought to herself.

Meanwhile, Mitch was thinking about how hot Britty's little stunt was. The way she arched her back like that aroused him like nothing else, and that sight down her shirt had to have been illegal. He took a Depp breath, drawing her attention.

"You okay?" Britty asked, concerned.

"Hm? Oh yea, I'm fine." He replied, haphazardly flipping through the menu, not actually paying attention to anything he flipped through.

"Lie." She said simply.

She was right.

Mitch sighed. "Look, your little... thing back at your apartment... Where the Hell did that come from?" He asked, looking her in the eyes.

"Oh... that..." She sighed. "Look, when our group split up, I admitted I loved you to Jenna, but then you left... I don't know, but it felt like all the feelings just surfaced there, and I don't know why..." Britty explained. "Please don't take it the wrong way..." She begged.

"What do you mean 'the wrong way'?" Mitch asked.

"Well, I don't want to ruin our friendship or... Or have you hate me for a stupid decision I made..." She trailed off, before getting out of the booth and running out of the restaurant, beginning to cry.

"Shit..." He sighed, before getting out and chasing her.

Diane walked up the the table shortly after. "Where'd your friends go?"

Outside

Britty ran outside, but she didn't stop. She ran into some nearby hedges, being quickly followed by Mitch.

"Britty! Brits, come back!" He shouted, cupping his mouth. He then watched the bushes rustle as Britty passed through them.

"Shit..." He sighed once again.

He dove into the bushes, their dry leaves and sharp branches scratching him with a fiery vengeance.

Someways in, he picked up the slight sound of Britty's crying. It sounded like she went from slight misty-eyed to full-blown crying, and Mitch felt horrible.

He had made Britty - his longest childhood friend, his secret lover - burst out crying because she thought she crossed a thick black line.

He followed the sound of the redhead's weeping, all the way to Silver Lake, a nearby glorified pond.

Britty was a mess. Her hair had become messy, her red-rimmed glasses haphazardly beside her. Her hands were over her face, however they weren't stopping all the tears. Her shoulders were shaking, and she was curled up like a fetus.

"Brits?" Mitch asked gently.

Britty still couldn't form words well, but she looked him dead in the eyes. Her eyes were red and puffy, tear stains all over her face.

"Yea?" She asked quietly.

"Can I talk to you?" He asked, knowing he was walking on eggshells.

"*sniff* Sure." She replied sadly.

He took a gentle seat next to her, wrapping an arm around her.

"What happened in there?" Mitch asked.

She wiped her eyes again, preparing herself. "Well, when you asked where the stunt came from, I thought you didn't like it." Britty sighed.

"Didn't like it? I fuckin' loved it." Mitch responded bluntly.

"Really?" She asked, her face lighting up.

"Really. You have no idea how sexy you are." He commented.

"Even though my mother was a peanut and my father was a toothpick?" She asked, laughing slightly at her own sadly performed joke.

"Yes. Also, that shirt looks good on you." Mitch added slyly.

"You saw down it, didn't you?" She asked mockingly.

"Is that a bad thing?" He asked.

"Well, no. But... Did you like the view?" She asked innocently.

"Hell yes." Mitch exclaimed.

Before either knew what happened, Britty crashed her lips into Mitch's, like back at the apartment, but more gently. They started to kiss,  however the kiss grew more and more passionate and hot with every passing second.

Finally, after 10 years of separation, the two were finally, sort of unofficially dating. However, the two of them didn't want this to end so soon. Without even thinking, and without even realizing that he was actually doing it, Mitch began to stroke his hands over Britty's back.

Her thick sweater was blocking a lot, however.

All of a sudden, Britty separated from the kiss. "Here..." He said, her voice low. She unzipped her sweater, discarding it quickly behind her.

"That better?" She asked

"Much." He replied simply.

Now, all that was guarding her back was her loose shirt, only a thin, white veil.

Mitch now felt every ridge of Britty's back. Her spine creating a small, wave-like feeling, her shoulderblades walling everything in, and... a small band?

She inhaled sharply at the feeling. She wanted so dearly for him to remove it, however she wanted him to be slow, agonizingly so, but she also just wanted it to happen, whatever it took.

"Take it off... The shirt..." Britty said quietly.

"Are you sure?" Mitch asked, not wanting to screw anything up

All she could do was nod frantically.

He nodded. With one fluid movement, he lifted Britty's shirt over her head, revealing what lay beneath. Now, her shirt wasn't exactly thin enough to to see through, so what he saw was surprising.

Her skin was extremely pale, like the rest of her, but it was extremely contrasted by her black bra.

"Holy Hell..." Mitch said breathlessly.

"You like what you see?" Britty asked, hope filling her voice, although is was noticeably shaky (Can't imagine why).

"Yes. Yes, I very much do like what I see." Mitch replied. He heard her breathe in sharply at his words.

Her pale chest, only covered by her dark bra, and the freckles on her shoulders (That Mitch always knew were there) extended down onto her chest, diving under that goddamned bra of Hell.

"Hmm. Should I remove this as well?" He asked, an evil tone in his voice.

"Yes..." Was all Britty could reply with.

He was in no mood for any wasted time, so he did what she said he could do.

He undid her bra, watching it fall off her chest. Britty took another breath in, her nipples now exposed to Mitch, and the cooling temperatures. They were rock-hard.

"Excited, aren't you?" He asked. However, he was no position to talk, and Britty felt why.

"Please tell me that's what I hope it is..." She asked.

"Oh, most definitely." He responded in a low, rough voice. He slowly moved his hands down her slim figure, feeling every curve, every bone, of his new girlfriend.

He reached her breasts. Despite their still-small stature, they had grown on the past 10 years.

"I... I know that they're small, but-" Was all Britty could say before she got cut off.

"They're perfect."Mitch said quickly, grabbing hold.

She gasped, clearly not expecting that. His large, calloused hands stimulated her nipples like nothing before.

"Ahh!" She exclaimed.

Instead of keeping that up, Mitch began to rub his hands down Britty's body, reaching the waistband of her sweats.

He looked into her eyes with a questioning look.

"Please..." She begged.

With one swift movement, hooking both her pants and underwear, Mitch exposed everything from her knees up.

Britty hissed through her teeth at the cool air touching her moist vagina.

"Now it's your turn." She said roughly.

For Mitch, this was quite a sight to behold. The girl of his dreams and childhood, shirtless, bottomless and now asking he join her.

He would easily oblige.

He took off his shirt, then quickly pulled down his shorts to his knees. His large erection burst into the evening air, convulsing with power.

All Britty could do was gasp.

"S-seriously?" She asked, clearly in disbelief.

"Is it too-"

"Big?" She asked, cutting him off. "Prob... Probably."

"Oh..." He sighed with relief.

"Well... Can never stop trying." Britty said, crawling closer.

Mitch caught himself on a breath, taken back by what she just said. "What?"

"You can never stop trying." She repeated. Her vagina now hovered above his dick, threatening to impale itself if she didn't keep herself up.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, worried she had doubts about this.

"It's been 10 years... I've never been more so..." She was practically begging for it at this point.

"OK." He said simply.

And with that, Britty let the strength of her arms disappear, allowing her to fall onto Mitch's railroad spike of a cock.

She took a sharp breath, a mix of immense pleasure and a fair amount of pain, at the feeling of being hilted by her childhood lover. Her eyes snapped shut.

"Are you okay, Brits?" Mitch asked, trying to ignore his own pleasure. She was incredibly tight and wet, squeezing his dick with incalculable force, so that was a struggle of it's own.

"Yea, I just- ahh- need a minute..." She sighed, Mitch still inside her.

"All good. Take your time." He replied shakily, holding her hand.

Suddenly, without words or warnings, Britty tightened her hand, put her other hand on Mitch's chest, and began to move slowly. Her breaths got slower and heavier, a thick blush coating her face.

Mitch began to piston in and out of Britty. Both of their moans started to spark up, echoing throughout the forest. The contrast of their voices added an even more arousing feel to the scene.

"God-hahh- Goddamn..." Britty moaned, squeezing her own boob.

Mitch quickly realized, and without even thinking, moved her hand aside and replaced it with his own. Britty moaned loudly, both in surprise and in pleasure. 

Britty finally opened her eyes, though it was only halfway. Her mouth was open, her tongue hanging out slightly, only adding to Mitch's attraction. 

Suddenly, Britty tightened her hand even harder, causing a deathgrip on Mitch's hand. Her pussy tightened even further, into practically an airlock as she came.

"Ahhhhh!" She screamed, eyes glued shut.

The tightening trap that was Britty's vagina was pushing Mitch well over the edge. He quickly pulled out, and released all over Britty's stomach.

The two were out of breath, and in severe disbelief at what just happened. After a minute, the afterglow faded.

"Did we just..." Britty trailed off, regaining sanity.

"Uhh, yea.  I think so..." Mitch replied, sobering up as well. 

"So, what does that mean? What're we, I mean?" She asked.

"A couple, I guess." He replied awkwardly.

"Huh. We should get dressed, eh?" Britty suggested.

"Uh.. Yea, probably." Mitch said, rubbing the back of his head, only now realizing they were still naked.

Silently, Britty got off of Mitch, and began to redress. Mitch followed her. Once they were dressed, the two shared a slow, passionate kiss.

"so... We're dating now?" Britty asked.

"I... I guess." Mitch replied.

"Good. Anyway, we should be heading back to the restaurant now, D. Jay and Jenna are probably getting worried." Britty said.

"Yea, but the lake is beautiful." Mitch commented, looking out on it.

"Yea. Anyway, let's go." Britty said.

"Fine." Mitch hesitantly agreed.

Britty took a step forward, only to find she fell down again.

"Ach!" She exclaimed.  

"Are you okay, Brits?" Mitch asked.

"Yea. I twisted my ankle on a rock, I think."

"Here. I'll give you a ride back." Mitch said, picking Britty up.

"Oh. Ok." She said, curling up in his arms.

So, I hope that this chapter satisfied most of you, being it my second posted lemon since the horridly-written Tentacruel's Stress. I hope you enjoyed the extra 1000 words as celebration of my freed-up schedule.  I also wanna quickly apologize to OrangeJuice362 for the story taking forever and a frickin' fortnight, but it's here nonethelessless. Remeber, I'm open to most suggestions (read the stipulations in the chapter above) , so leave them in the comments!