by Ivy Blake
“You look amazing,” said a deep voice behind me. I turned around to see the ginger guy who had been outside with Ross earlier smiling at me.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” I purred as I continued dancing. He smiled and nodded his head to the music, looking weirdly more attractive under the strobe lights than he had outside. “What’s your name?”
“Max,” he breathed into my ear as he moved closer to me.
“Well, Max,” I said as I looked up into his eyes “you’re not a great dancer,” I teased.
“What?” said Max, holding his hand over his heart, pretending that I had offended him.
“It’s just not cutting it,” I said coolly as I did a little twirl, allowing him to see how short my skirt was from behind. Once I’d returned to my original position I saw that he had raised his eyebrows.
“Show me then,” he said in a flirty manner, his hand held out in front of me. I took his big hand in mine and we started dancing together, our bodies getting closer and closer until there was literally no space between us. A faraway voice in my head was warning me, telling me to stop before I embarrassed myself, but I kept pushing it away as Max’s hands wrapped around my waist.
“You’re pretty good,” said Max as his hands slowly started making their way down my hips and towards my ass. “Shit, you look even better outside of your uniform.” He closed his eyes and I could tell that he was about to go in for the kiss. Since he was attractive, and the first person to properly acknowledge me outside of the bartender, I made the rash decision to accept his move and began to close my eyes. Before our lips could meet, Max’s hands quickly tore away from my body making my eyes fly open.
“Get the fuck off of her.” Austin was pinning Max against the wall, his face a picture of fury while Max looked scared for his life.
“Relax, dude!” said Max. A few people were looking at us, but most continued doing what they were doing, clearly unfazed because they’d probably witnessed similar scenes before.
“Austin!” I called in my drunken haze, fighting to be heard over the music. Clearly my voice reached him, causing him to release Max and turn towards me. My heart sped up as he walked towards me, still a picture of anger. “What the hell-“ I started to say, but my sentence was cut off because Austin bent down, wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up and over his shoulder like a fireman. Oh the embarrassment was real and I was worried that everyone would be able to see my underwear.
“Put me down!” I cried as I tried to wriggle free, but he only held me tighter as he walked me out of the room, much to mine and the other onlookers’ surprise.
“Austin, put me down!” I said again as he started walking up the stairs.
“Shut up and stop moving,” he commanded me as we reached the landing where he pushed open the second door on the right, taking me into a bedroom that I could tell was massive even though it was quite dark and the only light was coming from the hallway which was peeking through underneath the door.
When Austin put me down, I immediately made for the door, but he grabbed me by the arms before I could make my escape.
“Get off of me!” I shrieked as he held me fast in his big hands.
“No,” Austin growled. “Get on the bed.” My heart skipped a beat but then I remembered how he’d ignored me earlier before humiliating me.
“Let go of me or I’ll scream,” I said, half telling the truth. The real reason I wanted him to let go of me and leave me alone was so that I could go somewhere that I couldn’t smell his cologne or see his rock hard biceps. Somewhere I could clear my head and forget about the warmth his body emits when pressed against mine. Austin laughed at me, and swooped me up in his arms before the rage could spread through my chest.
“You didn’t really think that would be a threat, did you?” asked in a mocking tone as he threw me on the plush king-sized bed. The unexpected movement knocked the air out of me and as I tried to regain my composure and adjust my skirt to try and maintain a shred of dignity, Austin was already on top of me, pinning my hands above my head.
“This feels familiar,” I said breathlessly as I stared into his intense eyes. Even in the minimal light I could see the flecks of gold in his irises. Austin tightened his grip on my wrists and began grinding his crotch into mine. I bit my lip to avoid the moan in my throat from escaping as I tried my best to maintain eye contact as Austin continued pressing his body into mine.
“You look good in this position,” Austin growled as he pressed his growing dick into me. My body moved involuntarily, and I found myself arching my back so that I could push myself against Austin even more.
“I thought you said I looked like a slut,” I breathed as I searched his eyes. From the way his jaw was clench and by the state of his now fully erect cock which threatened to burst of his pants I could tell that he was struggling to form sentences.
“My slut,” he purred, “that’s why Max had to be dealt with.” Before I could respond, Austin grabbed my neck in one of his hands and lowered his face to mine until his lips were just a hair’s breath away. I wanted him to close the gap so badly and I knew he could tell how much I wanted him to kiss me. His lips curled into a devilish smile as he choked me. My lips parted and Austin chuckled darkly.
“I know how badly you want this,” he said, using his other hand to squeeze my boobs, his rough touch sending shivers through my whole body.
He’d touched me before, but not like this. His hand still around my throat, Austin looked me deep in the eyes, pausing to take in my desperate, helpless state and it was as if an animal had taken over his body because seconds later he pounced, engulfing my mouth with his.
Austin’s kiss was hot and wet as he manhandled me, his tongue tasting mine sent electricity coursing through my veins. Feeling Austin’s body press against me generated heat deep within my core, a fire that only he could extinguish. I didn’t know how badly I wanted him until that moment, and I wasn’t sure if it was the drink or something else but I felt like I needed him or I would explode.
Chapter Eleven
Austin
My cock was fit to burst through my pants if I didn’t bury it deep inside of Megan. Lying there with her skirt riding up her thick, beautiful thighs made me want to dive head first into her pussy. I could tell how badly she wanted me from her shaky breaths and her parted lips and I wanted to dominate her until she forgot her own name. I wanted to make her scream my name so she’d never forget it. I pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her big tits and erect nipples. Megan looked up at me expectantly.
“Do you have a condom?” she whispered, her eyes wide with longing.
“Give me a second,” I said as I reached into my pocket. Megan reached up and touched my abdomen forcing pain to shoot through my body. “Fuck!” I exclaimed.
“What?” she asked, taken aback at my sudden reaction. I froze as my mind went back to being on the kitchen floor feeling Steven’s kicks growing increasingly more powerful each time they met my body.
“Austin?” Megan’s voice sounded like it was coming from a different room, but I could tell that she was confused.
“I need to go,” I said, getting up from the bed.
“Why, what’s wrong?” she asked, sitting up on the bed. “Did I do something?” My heart felt heavy in my chest but it was Steven’s voice echoing in my head that was stopping me from thinking straight.
“Please speak to me Austin.” Megan put her hand on my shoulder and I shrugged it off. I stood up abruptly and walked towards the door.
“Being desperate makes you 10 times less attractive by the way,” I spat before slamming the door behind me, not wanting to see the hurt I knew my words would conjure onto Megan’s face. As I was trying to leave Nate’s party to get some air, I bumped into Nate who look like he’d taken some sort of substance.
“Hey bro, I saw you going upstairs with the new girl,” he slurred his words, ‘did you hit it?”I forced a laugh.
“Megan? She wishes. I went to
put her to bed because she was so drunk, the girl was all over me- it was so embarrassing, man.” I said shaking my head even though I knew it couldn’t be closer to the truth.
“What, that’s insane!” exclaimed Nate. “I’ll have her if you don’t want her-“
“Stay away from her,” I growled, even though I knew he was joking. I allowed my shoulders to relax seeing Nate’s bemused expression.
“Honestly, she’s not worth it,” I added before walking out the house leaving Nate, Megan and the other guests behind. A few people were already passed out on the lawn, from alcohol or drugs, it wasn’t easy to tell. I walked around them and ignored the annoying voices calling my name, begging me to go back inside. I just needed to be alone.
I was glad that it was dark outside and the street was mostly empty, unsurprising since Nate’s house seemed to be the only one with any life in it. I fumbled for the joint in my pocket before realising that I’d already smoked it at the party. Fuck my life.
I decided to walk the long way home even though it was the last place I wanted to be. Maybe I’d walk around and come back to Nate’s once the party had finished and once Megan had left. I couldn’t stand seeing her face, especially after tonight. She’d want some sort of an explanation, a reason why I’d rejected her and I couldn’t give her one. I wouldn’t even know where to start. I walked past a house that still had its lights on and discreetly peered into the living room window.
Despite the fact that it was past midnight on a school night, I could see two kids sitting with their parents all snuggled on the sofa watching a movie. I paused to observe the scene, thinking about how I’d never experienced anything like that and probably never would. As tears pricked in the corners of my eyes I couldn’t tell if I was more jealous or angry. I thought it better to keep walking before someone spotted me and reported me for being a creep. The alcohol was fading and the thoughts and memories were coming too thick and fast, I knew I had to make them stop before they completely overwhelmed me. Nate’s wine cellar was the answer.
* * *
Megan
The door slammed shut behind Austin; the sound bouncing off the walls. He’d left me sat on the bed, half naked in his friend’s house at a party that he’d invited me to. Thanks to the alcohol, the tears came quickly, before I had a chance to stop them. Desperate. Austin had called me desperate when he’d been the one who’d carried me here and thrown me on the bed in the first place. I didn’t think it was crazy to assume that he’d wanted to have sex when he’d taken off my clothes.
There was no reading that boy. His moods changed quicker than the weather and I seemed to be the only one that noticed and got hurt each and every time. I knew I shouldn’t have come to this stupid party, from the moment he suggested it, I should have known that it would have ended in disaster.
Why the hell did I ever think for a moment that he would want me? Clearly the things he got everyone to say at school were true, Austin really did think I was a loser. A loser who would always take his bait, always take any crumb of attention he threw my way because it made me feel like someone was seeing me. I cried into Lola’s shirt. Once I had the tears under control, the sadness swiftly turned into anger mixed with embarrassment. I realised I had been shivering and slipped the damp material back over my head.
I turned on the light and decided to sort myself out before I went downstairs again. I took in my appearance in the floor to ceiling mirror, cringing at the state of my make up. I did my best to salvage what was left even though I had no intention of staying any longer. I at least wanted to walk out looking like a semi decent human being rather than a zombie looking for more brains. I looked at the large bed behind me and I had to admit that I was mad that we hadn’t used it to its full potential.
With the lights on, I took in the rest of the room. It was designed in quite a minimalistic manner, calm beige and white tones which made me think it was a guest room. That was until my eyes landed on a stack of notebooks on one of the bedside tables. I wondered who they belonged to and I nearly let my curiosity get the best of me when the bedroom door opened. For a second I thought it was going to be Austin, coming back to apologise for being an asshole, but instead it was Nate, whose face caused my heart to sink.
“Oh, hey,” I said sheepishly as I tried to look as casual as possible while invading his personal quarters.
“You’re the new girl,” said Nate and while his eyes were wide there was an odd look about them that made me think he was far from sober. I nodded and shifted my weight between my feet, finding some sort of excuse as to why I wasn’t with the other party goers.
“I’m just leaving-” I stammered but Nate cut me off.
“This is Austin’s room you know,” he mused as he looked around the large bedroom.
“He lives with you?” I asked, confused since he’d left in such a hurry.
“When he needs a place to crash…” Nate gestured to the room which was certainly far beyond the requirements of a ‘place to crash’.
“This is all his. He’s basically family so it’s not weird or anything.” He winked at me but I wasn’t sure what he meant and my head had started to spin so I passed it off as nothing.
“Right, cool,” I said as I made my way towards the door.
“Lola needs you, by the way. She’s not doing great,” said Nate calmly.
“Oh shit, where is she? What’s happened?” As if this party couldn’t get any worse! Mom was going to kill me.
“Go downstairs and it’s the second bathroom on the left.” The words had barely left his mouth before I ducked under his arm and flew out the door to find my little sister.
As promised, she was in the bathroom cowering over the toilet, retching like there was no tomorrow. Clearly she’d been there for a while and she was running out of shit to throw up. No one was helping her hold her hair back or checking to make sure if she was okay, people simply walked past the door or peered in before going about their evening. Entitled pricks.
“Lola,” I said softly as I crouched down beside her, rubbing her back gently as she burped loudly.
“Oh fuck, you came,” Lola mumbled, raising her head to acknowledge me. “Football boys and their drinking games-” she stuck her head back in the toilet bowl and emptied what was left of her stomach. “That’s all I’ll say,” she said, turning back to me, sending her foul breath my way.
“C’mon, let’s get you home,” I said as I helped her to her feet. It took a few tries but we got there in the end, her arm over my shoulder as I supported her back. No goodbyes were necessary, so we simply showed ourselves out of Nate’s house for what was hopefully the last time.
* * *
“Mom is going to kill us,” Lola stage whispered as we stumbled across the lawn to the front door.
“Shh,” I hissed as I fumbled for my keys. “We don’t want to wake her. But she’s going to kill me, you’ll be fine.”
“But I got drunk,” Lola said, slurring her words, “I should be punished too.” I rolled my eyes at my sister, the alcohol had started wearing off for me, but I could tell she still had some time to go.
“You’re her favourite child, Lola, you’ll be fine.”
“What are you talking…” Before Lola could finish her sentence there was a rustle in the bushes, like a person was nearby. My keys were in the door, but I froze as I looked around to see who had made that noise.
“What the hell-”
“Shut up!” I whispered to Lola as I squinted in the darkness, but I couldn’t see anything. The goosebumps on my skin set me on edge and I could sense that we weren’t alone.
“Get inside,” I hissed, opening the door quietly for Lola to slide in. She gave me the army salute and followed my instructions, too drunk to put up a fight. I looked around one last time, seeing nothing but the empty street in front of me before sliding in behind her and double locking the door.