Montana in Pennsylvania

Repeat: I do not own, presume to own, or make any money off of Hannah Montana characters

Miley gets lost.

Miley waved goodbye to her friend Lily at the train station as she got on. The Amtrack conductor waved her into the common class car. Nothing special or fancy. Just chairs and a little folding table. Miley thought herself pretty clever. Her dad was off at some music conferance, jockying for a contract for "Hannah Montana" with a big record company, and her friend Lily was going on vaction to Hawaii soon, and couldn't take any friends along, so Miley would have been left alone.
Jacson? Nobody knew where he went. Probably partying in another state somewhere, because it had been almost a week since he had left. Actually, Jacson was the one who gave Miley the idea. Everyone else seemed to be having fun except for her, and there was NO WAY she was going to get stuck with her crazy grandmother or aunt, so she decided to take off.
Not run away, just leave for a few days to have some fun. She had reserved a fancy hotel room in New York, and had sent money ahead into a debit card the hotel provided. She had also made reservations at several restaurants, because, hey, she never knew when she would meet a cute boy. She would spend a week shopping and partying in New York City, come home, and if anyone found out, they probably wouldn't care.

Unfortunately, her elaborate plans and reservations had used up most of her monthly allowance, so she didn't have enough for airfare, and needed to take a train. She just pretended she was traveling "incognito." She only had one bag with her. She figured she'd be buying all the clothes she needed when she got to New York. She found her seat, and like she had requested, it was next to a window. She had always hated aisle seats, and the occasional pothead blocking you in was a small price to pay for the veiw in her opinion. She was about to try hefting her big suitcase onto the rack herself, but then she noticed the boy in the aisle seat. It looked like he was about the same age as her. He was a little chubby around the waist and thighs, but his arms were rippling with muscles, and he had one of the cutest faces she had seen away from her metro Disney pop star pals. The front of his hair had been put up in a way that made him seem hotter. He was wearing glasses, but it didn't do much to detract his looks.

Miley tried hefting her suitcase with great show and failed with an exagerated flourish. It clunked to the floor with a bump, making him look up from the paper-back he was reading. Miley screwed her face up in the cutest look of frustration she could muster.
"Do you need help with that?" he asked.
"Would you mind?" She replied with her best bambi eyes.
"Not at all."

He stood up and Miley's eyes got wide. He was huge! He had to be 6'3" at least, and standing up, he seemed much much slimmer. He grabbed her suitcase and hefted in onto the overhead rack with ease. He was wearing a stars and stripes button shirt that was left open and untucked to a t-shirt underneath, and it gave him a roguish look. He didn't seem anything like the pop stars she had dated. He stepped back into the aisle and waved her in. Ooh, he was polite too. Most guys sat there like idiots, wanting to feel her legs brushing up against them.
She gave him the best smile she knew, and sat down.

They speak again until the train had left the station. Miley put down her magazine and turned to him. All the guys she had met were turned on by her perky, bouncy attitude, and so she turned it on full blast.
"Hi! My name's Miley! Miley Stewart"
He looked up suprised. She guessed he knew who she was. Most people got that way when they were around someone famous.
"Um, hi. My name is Damien Drake."
Something was wrong. He didn't recognize her. Then she remembered. Duh! Her stage name and look was different. How could she forget that. Oh well.

"So, Damien, where are you going?"
"Oh. I'm just going back to Pennsylvania. My aunt lives out here, and I was visiting her."
She flashed another smile at him.
"I bet your parents missed having you around."
He frowned slightly. "No, they're both dead. I live with my older brother."

Miley put a hand over her mouth. "I am SO sorry, Damien. I didn't know."
"Nah, it's ok."

Miley decided to leave things be for now. She had screwed up big time. She read her magazine for a while, but as the train rumbled on, she got tired, and started to fall asleep. She saw one last chance to make up for the mess up, and she pretended to doze off, letting her head slide against Damien's shoulder. It was broad and at just the right height to be comfortable for her. He must have long legs to give him that height she thought. Damien seemed suprised at first, but he didn't do anything to disturb her, and soon Miley dozed off for real. She almost woke up once, when her head was moved. Then she realized what was happening. Damien had pulled a shirt out of his backpack and folded it to make a pillow for Miley's head as she was sleeping. He had lifted her head slightly to push it underneath. Miley smiled to herself. He was really nice. Soon she had fallen asleep again.


A sudden jerking forced her awake. Damien was shaking her.
"Miley. Wake up. This is my stop. I have to get off."
Miley protested sleepily, but woke up feeling very groggy. She rubbed her eyes.
"How long was I asleep?"
"Several hours." he said.
"Well, thanks. Maybe we'll see each other again sometime. Bye Damien."
"Yeah, bye."

Damien grabbed his backpack and got off the train and Miley was about to go back to sleep. Suddenly she remembered! The train was meant to stop in Pennsylvania AFTER it had been to New York! No! She had missed her stop! She had never told Damien where she was going, so there was no way he could have woken her. What was she going to do?
Damien Drake! He probably knew how to help her, or at least find her a place to stay. It was getting late. So she would be a day late in getting to New York, no biggie. She could handle this, but she had to hurry.

She grabbed her bag and hurried off the train, trying to find Damien. She thought she saw his patriotic shirt and hurried in that direction. However, she got there just in time to see it leaving the station. She tried chasin him, but her bag slowed her down. She kept getting glimpses of his shirt on the street, and she kept up her chase.
She almost giggled to herself. She felt like a stalker.

Suddenly, the shirt disappeared. She looked everywhere for it, but it was gone. She realized she was lost. She didn't even know what TOWN she was in. She kept going in the the general direction of where she had last seen the shirt, but it was getting dark, and she was getting into a bad part of the town.

She had been walking for about a half-hour when noticed some men were following her. Well, not "men" exactly. They looked like members of some teen street gang. Two black guys, a hispanic teen, and white teen sporting a huge, red goatee.
She sped up, and they sped up. She started to run, and they did the same, calling out rude comments to her.

She ducked down an alley, and discovered that it was a dead end. She turned around, her eyes wide with fear.

"Wassamatter, baby?" asked the guy with the goatee.
"Yeah baby, we just want a little fun, y'know?" said the latino, who was making humping gestures with his body.

Miley back up against a dumpster as the four teens surrounded her. They were at least several years older than she was, and bigger too. Even if she knew how to fight back, she was exhausted from her trek across the city. She held her suitcase in front of her, trying to shield herself, but one of the black guys grabbed it and threw it into a garbage heap.
Miley yelled.
"HELP! HELP! RAPE! RA-"
*Smack!*
The Latino had slapped her so hard she fell over.

"Come on, baby, if you do that, the pigs'll be all over us before we have our 'fun'."
He reminded her WAY to much of an older version of Rico, that kid her brother worked for.

She tried screaming again, but one of the black guys grabbed her mouth with an iron grip, and it hurt badly. Tears started welling up in her eyes, and the guy with the goatee pushed her onto her knees.
"Shut up, Bitch! We need us a whore, don't we boys?"
"Yeah," said the second black kid, who had an afro.

Mr. Goatee grabbed her shirt and ripped it off, tearing through fabric when neccessary. Miley was crying now, and the two black man had a firm grip on her, rendering her helpless. One had his arms around her mouth and neck, while the one with the afro was behind her and had pinned her arms. She could feel him humping her and sniggering at her squirming.
The latino grabbed a breast and squeezed it.
Miley screamed with pain. It was so loud that the black hand planted across her mouth couldn't muffle it.

Night was coming on, and as the streetlights came on, there was no one on the streets to help her. Besides, it was dark in the alley. Her breast was aching from when the hispanic had wrenched it, and now they were moving on to her tight pants.
Miley was sobbing loudly now, and the goatee guy seemed to revel in it as he took off her belt.

The hispanic guy had a boob-fetish. He kept playing with her breasts, and suddenly, without warning, he wrenched the other one. Miley screamed again, even louder.
The black man holding her arms twitched at the loud sound, but didn't let go.

The Latino laughed and grabbed her bra. He pulled it off and down roughly, causing Miley more pain, and making her scream again. Tears were pouring down her face, and she was swearing that she would never go anywhere alone ever again. Her sore breasts were throbbing, and the guy with the goatee stopped undoing her pants as the latino wrenched her breasts again. He siezed them both this time, and Miley was in incredible pain.
She didn't just scream. She shrieked.

The guy with the afro let go to put his hands over his ears.
"Shut that bitch up, man!"

Rico's evil twin slapped her again, even harder than the first time, and it knocked her over, and she banged her head against the dumpster. She was sobbing and crying.
"SHUT UP YOU BITCH!" yelled the teen with the goatee.

Suddenly, the shred of light from the street lamp at the mouth of the alley was blocked off.
A voice echoed down the alleyway.

"Hey! What the hell do you chugnuts think you are doing back here!?!"

The light was being blocked by a large sillouette. The voice sounded familiar to Miley, but the echoes messed with the sound.

"WHAT THE HELL!?!" The shadow was moving closer.

Miley recognized the voice.
"Damien!!! Help! Help me!"
"Miley!?!"

Apparently the thugs were familiar with Damien.
"Shit man, it's the Drake. Damn it man! You always stick your fucking nose where it doesn't belong, you fucking bastard!."

"Brewster. You crossed the line." said Damien
"What are you gonna do? I'm cut you something bad, you fucking mama's boy."

Brewster, the guy with the goatee pulled out a big folder. He flicked it open, and moved towards Damien's big sillouette. He rushed the bigger guy, slashed back and forth with his knife. Damien planted himself firmly, and waited. Brewster flipped the knife upsidedown and stabbed at Damien. But Damien was not in the mood to be stabbed. His hand shot out and grabbed Brewster's wrist. He put Brewster into a headlock, and twisted his knife arm farther around than joints were meant to go. With a pop, he dislocated Brewsters arm, and the would-be-rapist dropped his knife. Damien caught it, and gouged Brewster's forearm just enough to make it bleed. When Brewster saw his own blood, he screamed like a little girl.
"You.... you cut me! You Fuckin CUT ME!"

Damien dumped him into the garbage heap and turned turned the other rapists. The guy with the afro was not liking this developement at all.
"Come on bros, lets split."
Unfortunately, his black friend was not as easily swayed. He rushed Damien, and the two exchanged punches. Damien jammed his leg behind the other teen's ankles, and slammed him in the chest. Damien's opponent was knocked to the ground, and Damien straddled him, pinning his arms and punching his face. The other teenager managed to throw Damien off, and he got up and ran off. The latino and the guy with the afro ran too, and Damien was left with a "slightly damaged" Miley Stewart.
She was still crying, and she was feeling sore and bruised. Damien came over and helped her up. She sobbed and collasped against his chest. Suddenly, she was painfully aware that she was topless. Even her bra had been torn off. Suddenly she shrunk back, covering herself, her face turning bright red. Damien, on the other hand, didn't take advantage of it or mock her.

"I don't know why you got off the train here," said Damien, "or why you wind up in my neck of town, but I think you'll need this."
He took off his star spangled outer shirt and handed it to her. She fastened it quickly, and collasped back into his arms. He felt safe, and she felt herself getting dizzy.
"Well, you're obviously in no condition to go anywhere, so I guess I'll be taking you back to my place. You're not walking steady either."

With that, he picked her up, and cradling her, grabbed her bag, and took her down the street to his apartment. He laid her out on the worn couch and went into the kitchen and started boiling some water. He came back out to check on Miley. He sat down next to her.
"Do you live here by yourself?" she asked.
"No. My brother owns it, but he works across town, and he... well he drinks alot, and tends to go home with one woman or another every night, so usually, I have the place to myself."

The boiling water whistled.
"Do you want tea or coffee?"
"Coffee please," said Miley.
Damien came back out with the coffee, and handed a cup to Miley. For a while they just sat there, drinking and staring into space. Finally Damien spoke up.

"So, uh, what are you doing here?"
Miley stared down into her coffee.
"Well, I was headed for New York, but the train makes a u-turn in the Big Apple, and comes down here. I slept past my stop. I thought you might be able to help me."

"Well, you can stay here till morning, then we can see what we can do about getting you on another train. I'll get you some blankets and... uh..." Damien stuttered to a halt.

Miley realized that she had been asbently massaging her aching breasts. She turned red when she realized what she was doing.
"Are you ok? Did they hurt you bad?" asked Damien.
"I'll be fine," said Miley, "You know, Damien, you're real sweet. Sweet and cute. Thanks for helping me out there."
"Uh.. uh... sure. You're welcome. I'll go get those blankets."

He hurried off to get the blankets, and Miley stretched out across the couch. She felt... safe around him, but she felt something else too. Miley realized she was falling for him. Eh, what the hell. He was cute.

He came back with a big, soft, warm comforter, and handed it to her. She gave him and big smile and curled up in it.
"If you need me for anything," said Damien, "I sleep in that room over there," he pointed, "And the bathroom is over there." He pointed again.

He left for his room and Miley was left to herself. She stared up at the ceiling for almost an hour before she made up her mind.
"Hmmpf. A girl shouldn't think like this, but it's not like I'm a virgin or anything. Heck, I've slept with both Oliver AND Jake. What the heck?"
She got up and crept over to Damien's room, and carefully cracked the door, then looked in. Damien was rolled over facing the wall. Perfect.


Damien was barely awake when he felt someone slide into bed next to him. He turned over.
"Miley? What on earth are you doing?"
"Well... It was kind of lonely out there, and I feel scared."

Well, he couldn't force her out now, and when she wrapped her arms around him, he rolled over and returned the favor. His arms wrapped around her waist, and Miley stared at him. She reached up and gave him a long kiss. They explored each other's mouth's with their tongues, and when they pulled away, they both had a tingly feeling. Miley pulled Damien's head down to her breasts, where he nuzzled against them. She grabbed his head and kissed the top of it repeatedly. She worked her way down to his ear, which she nibbled on, and then whispered into it.
"Take off my clothes."

Damien reached around and gently pulled off her top, and found out she had put on another bra. He unclasped it and removed it slowly, kissing her breasts. They were small but perky. He gently and carefully massaged them. Miley moaned. It felt like the aching was melting away each time Damien kissed her breasts. She pressed him against her chest a little more, and Damien responded by taking her nipple in his mouth and sucking on it. Miley gasped at the wonderful sensation. She moved his arms down to her pants, and he quickly got the message, and slowly undid them. The were tight, and he thought they left nothing to the imagination, but when he got them off, he realised she wasn't wearing underwear.
"You little devil," he said, as he carressed her perfect little ass.
"Oh, I want you inside me soooo bad," moaned Miley, who had moved on to licking Damien's face, and judging by the growing bulge she could feel against her leg, must be turning him on.
She reached down and pulled down his boxers. She looked down and gasped.
"Wow. You're BIG."
Damien's dick was at least eight inches long. Miley reached down and wrapped her hand around it. It was thick too. Jake had a long dick, but it was really skinny.
Damien's was log, and Miley started jerking it off. Damien responded in like kind. His big hand snaked down to her crotch, where he began rubbing her pussy. Miley moaned and groaned at the stimulation. He continued sucking on her nipple at the same time.
Miley let go of Damien's dick to move his hand away from her pussy. She grabbed his dick and guided it in, and soon Damien was fucking her with deep, powerful thrusts. Miley moaned each time he thrusted into her. It was huge inside of her, and she felt it slamming inside her. She was in ecstacy.
Miley moaned with pleasure.
They explored each other's body with their mouths as Damien continued thrusting. Their tonques met and they embraced, french-kissing each other.
Damien began thrusting harder and suddenly he groaned. Miley was tight, and he was cumming already. But he wasn't alone.

Miley had reached her peak as well, and she squealed in delight as he shot his load inside of her. He had a lot of cum, that was for sure. Suddenly Miley felt her orgasm. She shuddered with pleasure as she had it. He pulled out his dick and Miley collasped on top of him.
"I'm sorry Miley, I didn't mean to cum inside you."
"It's ok," Miley giggled, "I'm on the pill. It's ok."
"Whew."
Miley turned over to look at him.
"Hey buddy, if you think that was it, you are wrong. We have the whole NIGHT ahead of us," said Miley with a lust-filled grin.

Damien grinned back.


Yes, there will be a chapter two, and it WILL be filled with steamy sex. So be patient.