I laid in janes bed, cuddled up next to her while she lazily ran her hand through my hair.

"You're awfully quiet." She said.

I looked up at her with a small smile. "Sorry, I'm just thinking."

She smiled back. "What about?"

I looked down as a small blush creeped onto my cheeks. "Well, I haven't been able to get you out of my head since I got here..."

She brought her other hand up to my cheek and leaned down for a kiss. "Me neither..."

After a few minutes of silence, I spoke up. "I'm sad this weekend is coming to an end."

"I know... but, I should have enough money to move out soon. Then, you can come over whenever you want."

I smiled up at her. "Whenever I want?"

A small smile reappeared on her face. "Whenever you want."

I sat up and stretched a little. "Well, no point in mopping around on our last day."

She sat up as well. "What would you like to do today?"

"Hmm... let's bake a cake."

She laughed. "Why?"

I shrugged. "Why not?"

She let out another laugh and nodded. "Ok, let's bake a cake."

After getting dressed, we wandered downstairs into the kitchen and started pulling out the things we'd need to make the cake.

"Chocolate or vanilla frosting?" She asked, holding up two containers.

"Definitely chocolate."

She nodded. "A woman after my own heart."

'If only you knew.' I thought as I grabbed a carton of eggs from her fridge.

After mixing up the ingredients, we put the cake in the oven and started it.

I leaned against the counter. "So, what should we do while we wait?"

She dipped her finger in the frosting and dabbed my nose with it, giggling the whole time.

I gasped. "You'll pay for that."

I wiped the frosting off my nose and dabbed it on her cheek.

She laughed as she grabbed a bigger chunk of frosting this time. "You're on."

We laughed like school girls as we ran around the kitchen, throwing chunks of frosting at each other.

Eventually, we wound up on the floor, I sat on top of her, a little bit of frosting on my fingers.

"Truce?" I asked.

She smiled and nodded, slightly biting her lip.

I licked the rest of the frosting off my finger before leaning down and planting a soft kiss to her lips.

She licked her lips after. "You taste like frosting."

I giggled. "So do you."

I stood up and offered her a hand.

   She grabbed the now empty container of frosting and inspected it, then our clothes.

"I guess we have to use vanilla now." She said.

I smiled. "Fine by me."

After taking the cake out, we decided to clean up while we let it cool off.

I stood in Janes shower, letting the warm water run down my back, when I heard a knock on the door.

I smiled slightly to myself. "Who is it?"

"Who do you think it is?"

I heard her laugh from the other side of the door as I stepped out of the shower.

I pulled the door open, still naked.

She looked me up and down.

"What can I do for you?" I asked with a smirk.

She returned my smirk. "Well, I was wondering if you'd like some company?"

I smiled as I pulled her into a kiss, leading her into the bathroom.

She kicked the door closed and started pulling her frosting stained shirt over her head.

I helped pull her sweat pants down before leading her towards the shower.

We stepped into the shower and she bit her lip, looking me up and down once again.

I cupped her cheeks and pulled her into a deep kiss.

She backed me up into the wall before moving her kisses to my neck. I let out a small moan as I ran my hands down her back to her waist, pulling her closer to me.

She ran her hands up my thighs, causing me to slightly shiver.

   As her kisses moved to my collar bone, I moved my hands up to her hair.

   She slowly kissed a trail down my bare chest and stomach to my waistline.

   I let out a deep breath as she moved lower...

   After our shower, we got changed and headed back down to the kitchen, only to see Janes stepdaughter leaning on the counter, arms folded over her chest.

   We both stopped dead in our tracks. "Jessie? What're you doing home?" Jane asked nervously.

   She stood up. "The real question is, what is she doing here?"

   I just stared at her, wide eyed, to shocked to even speak.

   Then, I heard her husbands voice. "Jessie? where'd you go?"

   "In the kitchen, dad, you might wanna come see this."

   And just like that, my greatest fear came to life, Janes husband walked into the kitchen, looking both of us up and down. "Who's she?" He asked.

   "Um... no one... just a friend." Jane replied.

   Her stepdaughter let out a harsh laugh. "Just a friend, huh?"

   I just looked from Jessie to Jane, still to shocked to speak.

   "What does she mean, Jane?" Her husband asked.

   Jessie smirked. "Go ahead, Jane, tell him."

   She took my hand in hers, squeezing it, as she looked between her husband and stepdaughter. "She's... she's, uh..." Then, she sighed. "She's my girlfriend..."

   I felt my skin run cold as her husband and stepdaughter stared me down.

   Then, her husband started laughing, we all looked at him, slightly confused, including Jessie.

   "You're kidding right? How old is she anyway? Seventeen, eighteen?"

   "N-nineteen..." I replied, still tightly squeezing Janes hand.

   He laughed a little more as he turned his attention to me. "So, she does speak."

   "Hey, leave her out of this, this is between you and me." Jane defended.

   He glanced at her before looking back to me. "Why, she's clearly an adult and a ballsy one at that. Sleeping with my wife in my own house."

   I swallowed hard as he took a step towards me. "What's your name?" He asked, staring me down.

   "B-Blair." I replied, cowering slightly.

   "Blair... How was she, Blair? Was she good?" He asked, taking a step back.

   I felt a few tears start to well up.

   "Stop it, Josh." Jane said.

   He chuckled. "How was it, sleeping with my wife, in my fucking bed!" He yelled, knocking our cake to the ground.

   I felt a couple tears roll down my cheek.

   "I want a divorce." Jane said before her husband could continue.

   He looked at her. "I'm sorry, you what?"

   She took a step towards him. "I'm divorcing you."

   Then, she pulled my hand, leading me out the front door and to her car.

   I rubbed my eyes as we drove in silence, Janes hand still in mine.

   'What'd you do this weekend, Blair? Oh, you know, the usual. Slept with someone's wife and caused them to get divorced. No big deal.'

   I sighed as I leaned my head on the window, watching the houses fly by as we drove. Not really sure where we were going...