The Devil's Pawn

“This is not a ‘few people’.” I shouted at Erica. It was around eleven in the evening and her ‘study group’ was picking up the pace. Bass thudded throughout the house playing songs I didn’t recognize. It was packed. The scent of alcohol, weed, and cigarettes filled the air. People were everywhere.

It was a party.

Erica rolled her eyes, taking a sip of the beer in her cup, “Relax, Taylor. They’re all
friends here. No need to get your panties in a bunch.”

“Erica—”

She wrapped an arm around my shoulder, leaning in. I wrinkled my nose at the scent of
her. Her perfume was strong and clashed with the scent of beer. “It’s a party. Chill out. Have
a couple drinks, smoke a few bowls. You’ll find yourself having a hell of a lot more fun than
you are now.”

“I’ll stick to soda.” I mumbled, clutching the cup in my hand tightly. She hadn’t gone out
and bought and liquor herself. Before all the people started arriving, I had managed to get
into her soda stash.

Erica pouted. “Party pooper!”

“I’m not—”

But she stopped listening. Her eyes fell on a guy on the other side of the room who was
walking our way.

“Hey sexy lady.” He grinned, resting his hands on her waist. The stranger pulled Erica
close to him, pressing their bodies together. Erica giggled in her drunken state and tugged
at the collar of his shirt.

“Hey Danny.” She smiled. I wasn’t sure if it was a smile from laughter or if she was
being seductive. Judging from the man’s—Danny’s—face, it was supposed to be a look of
seduction. “I didn’t think you were going to show.”

“And miss all this fun?” He asked, “It’s like you don’t know me at all.”

Erica stood on her tip-toes, leaning in to whisper something in his ear. I watched as the
look in his eyes showed I didn’t want to know what she was saying.

“I like that idea.” He grinned once she returned to her normal height.

As normal as it was for her.

Erica had gone all out tonight. She wore a short black dress that hugged her curves in
ways I could never pull off. It was strapless which left her to pull the top up constantly. Her
eyes were coated with a thicker layer of eyeliner. I had to admit, it looked nicer than her
normal style. Her hair was straighten and left down, just brushing her shoulders. She wore a
black choker with a small red pendant hanging off of it. Four inch black heels topped the
entire outfit off.

I couldn’t deny that she looked incredibly sexy. I was turned on by the sight of her. But I
managed to keep it under control.

Erica had managed to get her claws in me too, forcing me to dress up for this event.
She loaned me a pair of white shorts that just barely covered the edge of my butt. I found
myself continually tugging at the shorts. Along with the shorts, Erica had me wearing an off
the shoulders green shirt that hung just an inch above the shorts, revealing too much skin.
She had done my make-up to a way that I was satisfied—not nearly as much as she had on.
I had managed to avoid wearing heels for my own safety, instead working a comfortable pair
of plain black flip-flops. I left my hair in the curls that it originally was in.

The man standing before Erica looked up, meeting my eyes, “And who’s this gorgeous
friend of yours?”

Erica glanced back at me, seeming to have forgotten my existence, “Oh, this is Taylor.
Taylor, this is Danny.”

I waved slightly, “Hey.”

Danny opened his mouth to say something when Erica cut him off.

“Taylor, go find one of the guys or someone. Danny and I have… business to attend to.”
She giggled as Danny’s hand found her butt, squeezing through the black dress.

I smiled politely, annoyed that I was being ditched, “Uh… sure. I’ll see you later, Erica.
Nice to meet you, Danny.”

“Same to you, gorgeous. Maybe next time we’ll have some of our own business to
attend to.”

I smiled, not responding.

I wasn’t comfortable with the thought of sleeping with a man I had just met. Erica
grabbed his hand, leading him off to one of her bedrooms that weren’t already occupied. I
glanced at the clock, noticing how it was close to twelve.

She was already fairly drunk. It seems like she’d be missing most of her party.

I made my way through the crowd towards the kitchen. My cup was long overdue for a
refill. Hopefully there was an unopened can of Pepsi left.

The kitchen wasn’t any less crowded than the living room. Through the glass doors, I
could see just as many people outside dancing to the music. A layer of smoke filled the
room. My eyes watered slightly, but I ignored it, heading for the fridge.

A smile lit up my face as I saw there was one left. I quickly grabbed it.

Smack. A sharp sting on my behind.

“Ow!” I hissed, turning around sharply. I rubbed my butt soothingly, glaring at the idiot
that smacked it. “What was that for?”

“Sorry, baby, I couldn’t resist.” A boy I had never seen before said. He stood before me
grinning. His eyes were blood shot, and he stunk of weed.

I made a face, “Can you please move?”

“Move where?” He stepped closer, moving his hands to my hips. I bit my lip. He pushed
my body against the fridge, pressing his against it. “Here? Or here…” He trailed his hands
down my thigh and back up, stopping on my abused butt.

“Move away?” I corrected.

“Oh, baby, I know you don’t mean that.” He towered over me slightly, moving his hips
against mine. It reminded me of Trenton.

“I’m not that kind of girl…”

“Baby, you don’t look like you’re not.”

“Please let go.” I said sternly, pushing at his chest.

“I know you don’t mean that.”

“But I do.”

He smirked, “Give me ten seconds to change your mind.”

“No I—”

He pressed his lips against mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth. He tasted of booze,
his mouth too wet for my licking. His mouth moved against mine. I bit his tongue sharply with
hopes that he’d back off.

“Oh you like it rough?” He groaned against my lips, “Oh baby, you picked the right guy for
that.”

His grip tightened on my butt as his tongue moved back down to my throat. I pushed
against his chest as hard as I could, grunting. He must’ve taken this as a sign of pleasure
for he continued. That or he was oblivious.

I pulled back a hand, slapping him across the face. He wrenched his tongue out of my
mouth as his head whipped to the side. The smack was loud, but drew no attention. I pulled
his hands off my butt, glaring at him.

A distinct red mark of a hand lit up his cheek.

I glared at him for a moment longer before pulling away off to the side where I had more
free room, “You’re such a creep.”

He blinked, rubbing his hand, “Whatever, cunt. You weren’t even that good.”

“Because I wasn’t even trying to be! You shoved your tongue down my throat before I
had a change to say anything!”

He rolled his eyes, “Whatever. I don’t need whores like you bitching at me. See you later,
cuntface.”

I groaned, throwing my can of soda at him. It hit him square in the back, coloring his
shirt an ugly brown. He froze.

“Crap.” I mumbled. I took off out of the kitchen, heading outside.

It was definitely time for a change of scenery.

The air was cool compared to that of in the house. It was more comfortable out here. It
smelled worse of weed out here than it did of booze. I could hear more people talking than
the music. As I maneuvered through the crowd, I noticed that people had stopped dancing to
the beat.

I ran a hand through my hair.

I recognized more people out here, but I had never spoken to them in my life. I was pretty
sure that Erica hadn’t either.

“Taylor!”

I looked around for the source of the voice.

Brett stood a few yards away, waving to me. I smiled gently, hiding my confusion. I was
more than grateful to see someone who would talk to me. But I didn’t know that Brett knew
my name.

“Hey,” I smiled as I walked up to him. He held a red plastic cup full of some sort of
liquor.

Brett eyed me up and down appreciatively, “Damn, girl, I didn’t realize you could look this
hot. You should wear this to school more often.”

“I ah…yeah.” I giggled. “Thanks.”

Brett was incredibly gorgeous, but I had never talked to him before. Not much, anyways.
We shared no classes due to the fact that my IQ level was much higher than his. I wasn’t
even sure why he was talking to me in the first place.

“What are you doing here? I didn’t think you were the kid of girl to go to parties.” He
smirked playfully.

“Yeah, well, Erica and I are pretty close. She kind of dragged me here.” I shrugged
casually.

“You enjoying yourself?”

“It’s alright.” I said, deciding against stating that I had been mouth-raped only a few
minutes ago by a total stranger.

“Want to get a drink or something?” He offered.

I blinked, “Uh… Sure. Why not?”

One drink wouldn’t kill anyone. Brett motioned for me to stay put as he made his way
over to the kitchen.

I bit my lip, giggling to myself. I had always envied that Elizabeth had gotten to talk to
him. I could remember Erica warning me that he was going to hurt Elizabeth, but at the
moment, I didn’t care. An incredibly popular boy was talking to me.

Despite how shallow that sounded, I wasn’t going to pass it up.

“Here you go.” Brett said a few minutes later. He returned with two plastic red cups in
his hand. I smiled as I took one from him, sipping. The beer tasted disgusting as I forced it
down. I put on a fake smile, pretending to enjoy it.

“Thanks.”

“So what’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone?”

“I got abandoned.” I laughed slightly, “Thought I’d come out here and look for anyone I
knew. Glad I found you.”

He smiled, “So am I.”

It was silent as we both sipped from our beer.

“So do you still talk to Elizabeth?” He asked.

I shrugged, feeling a little guilty. “I haven’t seen her in a while. We talk in class, but I’ve
been hanging with Erica and Trenton more.”

“Trenton…?”

“Clark.”

Brett nodded, recognition filling his eyes, “New kid right?”

“He’s not really new anymore, but yeah.” I said, “What about you? Do you talk to
Elizabeth at all anymore?”

He smirked, opening his mouth to answer when he was cut off.

“Yo, Brett!”

Our heads turned towards the owner of the voice. A very drunk boy stumbled over to us,
grinning like an idiot, “We’re starting a game of spin the bottle. Are you in?”

Brett rolled his eyes, “What are we in seventh grade or something?”

“Nah, man, it’ll be fun!”

Brett looked at me, “Care to join us, Taylor?”

“No I—”

“Come on, it’ll be fun.”

I bit my lip, giving in, “Alright… I guess… one game couldn’t hurt.”

“That’a girl.” He smirked, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. The drunken boy
before us looked confused, but led us over to the group nonetheless.

A group of what looked like eleven or twelve people sat around a circle. It seemed about
an even number of boys and girls, all of them fairly attractive. I didn’t recognize any other
faces that I talked to. The circle opened up for Brett and I to take a seat.

A bottle sat in the middle of everyone, pointed to a boy with blonde hair, “You guys know
the rules right? Spinner kisses whoever it lands on. Ten seconds.”

He leaned forward, spinning the bottle.

Eyes watched as it spun around on the stone it had been set on to keep it smooth. It
landed on a blonde girl who looked like she was stoned out of her mind. The spinner
grinned deviously, leaning forward for his kiss.

The group wolf-whistled as they kissed, inappropriate comments randomly being
shouted out. I found myself laughing the entire time. The blonde girl had a blank look on her
face when they pulled away while the blonde boy seemed satisfied.

The girl next to the first spinner leaned forward, spinning the bottle. This time it landed
on a boy opposite her with brilliantly red hair. She moved across the circle, straddling his
lap.

“Oh damn.” He winked.

She giggled, pressing her lips to his.

Again, the group became ridiculously immature animals as they kissed. When they
parted, the redhead had red lipstick smeared over his lips.

Brett leaned forward now, spinning the bottle.

I felt my heart beat furiously; half hoping it would land on me.

It landed on a small brunette two people down. She giggled enthusiastically, moving
over to Brett. He seemed rather satisfied to be making out with her.

Instead of laughing, I plastered a fake smile, watching them with jealousy. Brett pulled
away first, grinning.

He leaned towards me as the girl walked back, whispering in my ear, “She was
seriously a disappointment.”

I giggled, leaning forward to spin the bottle. That comment improved my mood. The
bottle turned around and around, finally slowing to a stop.

My eyes followed the line it made.

It landed on the girl from the second round who had kissed the redhead. A few guys
cheered. I bit my lip, secretly glad that it was someone attractive.

I took a sip of my beer as she crawled over, sitting in front of me. Her lips pulled into a
small grin as she leaned forward, pressing her mouth on mine.

I was surprised at how bold she was. I could hear the obnoxious comments roaring
next to us as her lips moved against mine. She slipped her tongue into my mouth, letting
out a dramatic moan. I could help but whimper slightly.

She tasted of beer, but I had grown used to that by now. I knew my own mouth tasted the
same, but I was sure she couldn’t tell. I felt her hand creeping up my side, squeezing my
breast. I sucked in a deep breath during the kiss, moaning slightly.

She pulled away all too soon, the same devious smile still on her lips. I bit my own,
letting her pull back.

I licked my lips gently, tasting her on them.

I had just made out with a girl whose name I didn’t know in front of a group of people.

I felt like such a badass.

Brett leaned forward, whispering in my ear, “Damn, Taylor, that was fucking hot as hell.
Let’s say you and me ditch this popsicle stand for something more…mature.”

I giggled, “No I want to stay a little longer.” I took another sip of my beer.

He pulled his lips back into a smirk, “Come on, baby, I can promise you that you’ll have
much more fun with me.”

“How about…” I trailed off, realizing my cup was empty, “You get me another drink first?”

He chuckled, “Fine.”

I giggled as I watched him walk off.

The game continued on. The bottle hadn’t landed on me anymore, but a few guys still
commented on the kiss. Apparently, it was a lot hotter than I thought it was.

Brett returned a few minutes later with two cups. I thanked him, taking my second cup of
whatever he had poured inside. Brett sat next to me patiently as the bottle made its way
around and around.

I sipped from my second cup of the evening, growing accustomed to the taste. Brett
must’ve gotten a different kind of alcohol. The second cup tasted much better than the first. I
felt giddy, rebellious. With each sip brought another wave of toughness. It felt amazing.

Brett’s hand slowly made its way around my waist. By the time I had finished my second
cup, he had his arm wrapped around me, pulling me against him. I had a huge grin on my
face as I leaned into his side. My head rested on his shoulder as we waited for our turn.

Brett leaned forward, keeping his arm around me as he did so. He spun the bottle
roughly, nearly causing it to spin off the rock.

“Mind if I join you guys?” A new voice entered just as the bottle started to slow down. All
heads turned towards the owner.

Brett’s grip around my waist tightened, but I paid no attention to it, “No, man, maybe next
game you can.”

The boy that had invited us originally laughed, “Forget about him. You are always
welcome to join my main man.”

The circle moved so that Trenton could sit down between the drunken boy and the girl I
had kissed. I licked my lips, staring at the now still bottle. Everyone else’s attention quickly
fell back into play. Brett’s eyes followed the line the bottle made to the next victim.

The girl smiled shyly. She hadn’t been picked yet for the bottle, though she had spun
already. Brett smirked, leaning forward to meet her halfway. He brought up the hand that had
been around my waist to cup her cheek as he pressed his lips to hers.

I turned my eyes away, ignoring the small jealousy bubbling up inside. My eyes fell on
Trenton. He sat nearly straight across from me, smirking slightly. He wore a black t-shirt with
loose blue jeans that suited him much better than my outfit did. I brushed my hair out of my
face, biting my lip. Trenton’s eyes were rimmed with red, letting us know he was clearly
stoned.

I frowned at that realization.

I may have been drinking, but at least I wasn’t smoking weed.

Brett pulled away, sliding his arm around my waist instantly. I leaned forward, spinning
the bottle around.

The bottle decided to chose a boy for me to kiss this time. I grinned at the sight. He
didn’t go to our school. He looked as if he had graduated already. He was only a few people
down from me. I leaned forward, meeting him halfway.

His mouth was soft against mine, much tastier than the girl’s had been. He kept it
straight to lips, no tongue involved. His lips were slow against mine, moving gently. I teased
playfully, nipping his bottom lip with my teeth. He chuckled into the kiss, nipping back. But
neither of us pushed it any further.

I pulled away slowly, my teeth catching his bottom lip. He opened his eyes, meeting
mine. I giggled, releasing his lower lip as I sat back down. Brett slid his arm around me
once again, and I leaned back into him.

Elizabeth was all but gone from my mind by now.

“Hey, baby, let’s go find somewhere and do our own little spin the bottle.” He whispered
in my ear. His breath tickled gently.

I giggled, “Let me refill my cup. Come with me.” I stood up, grabbing his hand. Brett
grinned, scrambling up after me. I led the way through the crowd, keeping a tight grip on his
hand the entire way. I didn’t look back to see Trenton’s face.

I really didn’t care either.

Brett grabbed two beers from the cooler on the ground near the fridge. He grabbed a
loose bottle opener, cracking the two puppies open. I took the bottle, pressing it to my lips.
The liquid was cool as it sizzled down my throat.

I licked my lips, grinning.

Brett set his beer on the table next to mine. He stepped forward, moving his hands to my
hips, pushing me back against the wall. I giggled, resting my hands on his chest.

Brett pressed his lips against mine roughly, kissing me. I let out a moan, lacing my
fingers through his hair. He slipped his tongue into my mouth quickly, exploring. Our
tongues tangoed together, his hands squeezing my hips slightly.

Brett moved his hands around to cup my butt, pressing my lower half against his. I
giggled into the kiss.

I knew I shouldn’t have been doing that. Especially considering how close Elizabeth and
I were. But she was long gone from my mind and wouldn’t be returning until it was too late to
stop.

“Hey, Taylor.”

I opened my eyes as Brett’s lips moved down my throat, pressing kisses. Trenton stood
a few feet away, arms crossed. He looked annoyed.

“Brett, get off.” I whispered pushing him away.

“No…baby…”

“Off.” My voice was sharper this time.

Brett backed away, rolling his eyes. He glanced behind him at where my eyes were,
noticing Trenton standing there. Brett turned back to me, annoyed, “Find me when you’re ready for some real fun, baby.”

“Bye.” I waved, smiling.

He smirked, walking off.

Trenton picked up one of the beers off of the table, taking a long sip from it. I leaned
against the wall, breathing in quickly.

Brett had just kissed me.

I felt a smile cross my lips. I met Trenton’s eye. He leaned against the wall next to me
with a smirk on his lips.

“Brett Jackson? Really?” He sounded surprised.

I shrugged casually, “Oh yeah.”

“I thought your other friend had a crush on him or some shit.”

“She does.”

He snorted, “Wow.”

I bit my lip, tucking my hair behind my ear, “Does this make me a whore now?”

“Have you fucked him?”

I shook my head, not liking the word choice, “No. This is the first night he’s ever really
talked to me. He wants to though…”

“Would you?”

I shook my head, “Absolutely not. I’m not just going to lend myself out there now that I’m
single. I need to maintain some dignity.”

Trenton chuckled, “From what you were just doing, it didn’t seem like it.”

I shoved him playfully, “Shut up!”

Trenton wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me off the wall. “Dance with me,
will you?”

I bit my lip, taking the beer out of his hand. I took a long sip, drinking half of the bottle.
Trenton raised an eyebrow. I giggled, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the dance floor.

The living room was incredibly loud. People danced everywhere. A few people stood on
the furniture, shaking their bodies to the beat of the music. I didn’t recognize the song yet, but
it sounded like something that would be on the radio. Trenton set the beer on a table as we
moved in with the crowd.

His hands on my hips, I threw my head back laughing as we moved our bodies to the
beat.

~*~

“Come on.” I giggled, grabbing his hand, “I’m cold, Trenton, let’s go!” I stuck my hand in
his pants pocket, grabbing his keys.

“Oh yeah, Taylor,” He groaned, “Keep going, just like that!”

I giggled, shoving him playfully, “Shut up! Someone will hear!”

Trenton wrapped his arms around my waist as I fiddled with his keys. His lips brushed
my ear as he spoke, “I want the whole neighborhood to hear.”

“Kinky.” I giggled “I don’t know which key opens the house.”

Trenton took the keys from me, fiddling until he found the right one. He slipped it into the
lock, opening the door.

“After you, m’lady.” He held the door open, mockingly bowing.

“Thank you, kind sir.”

Trenton smacked my butt as I walked in. I squealed, stumbling slightly. Trenton snorted
as he closed the door behind me, helping me up.

“Come on, I’m tired, let’s go upstairs.” I grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the
stairs, giggling from the fall.

Trenton quickly obliged, hurrying up the stairs. We stumbled into his room, turning the
light on. Trenton closed the door behind us, a devious smirk on his lips.

“We’re all alone now, Taylor. Let’s fuck.”

“Don’t curse! Cursing bad!” I wagged a finger at him sternly.

“Fine, fine.” Trenton said, “I have a math problem for you.”

“Alright.”

“Let’s add a bed,” He took a step closer to where I stood, “Subtract our clothes,” Another
step closer, “Divide the legs,” Mere inches away, “And let’s multiply.”

I wrinkled my nose, “Let’s skip the last part.”

“Whatever you want sweet cheeks.” He pressed his lips against mine, his tongue
prodding at my mouth.

I pulled away quickly, grinning. Trenton seemed disappointed at first.

I tugged at the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head. He raised an eyebrow as I
pulled my belt out of the belt loops. I shimmied out of my shorts, standing in nothing but my
underwear. Trenton’s eyes lit up quickly as he tugged off his tee. I fiddled with the button on
his pants, pulling the zipper down slowly.

I could feel his hard-on prominently as he stepped out of his pants.

“I’m surprised.” He said with his hands on my waist. His eyes weren’t on my face,
looking a little farther south.

I liked that.

“Why’s that?” My fingers slipped into the elastic of his boxers, pulling out slightly. I stared
at his chest, biting my lip playfully.

“I didn’t think you’d be this confident as a drunk.”

I giggled, “Oh, I’m a crazy drunk.”

“Damn right you are.” He raised he hands up my back so that they fiddled with my bra
strap. Trenton’s fingers eased the hooks out of their holds, pulling it down quickly.

I covered my chest with one hand, raising his chin to my eyes with the other.

“You’re a fucking tease.” He pressed his lips against mine, pushing me back. I giggled,
both arms going back to catch my fall. I landed on the bed softly in nothing but my panties.
Trenton crawled on top of me, his lips back on mine.

I moaned slightly as he moved his lips with mine. Trenton’s hands moved to cup my
breasts, his thumbs running over my nipples. He squeezed tightly causing me to whimper in
pleasure. Trenton smirked in the kiss.

I raked my fingers down his back, earning a grunt from him. Trenton’s tongue licked my
bottom lip, begging for entrance. I opened my mouth, his tongue slipping in quickly. I
groaned at the taste of him, arching my body up. My chest pressed against Trenton’s as his
thumbs continued to rub my nipples.

“Trenton…” I breathed as his lips moved down my neck to my collar. He kissed up,
searching for my sweet spot. My breathing hitched as he began to suck on the side of my
neck. He nipped at the patch of skin, licking it. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling sharply.
My breathing was coming in short and quick as Trenton bit at my skin.

I moaned slightly in pleasure at the feeling.

His hands moved down my sides leaving tingles behind. Trenton’s kissed moved down as well. He kissed in the valley between my breasts, a bead of sweat forming. My heart
thumped rapidly in my chest with each of his touching.

“Oh my gosh Trenton.” I moaned.

“Your heart’s pounding.” He smirked, kissing down my left breast. He pressed his lips
against my nipple, sucking slightly. My grip on his hair tightened. I felt something warm and
wet run across my nipple causing me to arch my body in pure bliss.

Teasingly, he bit slight at the tip, his other hand massaging my free breast. Trenton’s
teeth raked across it, leaving me breathless. He sucked for a moment longer before moving
to the other. I felt my fingers moved down his upper back, leaving red marks behind. His
grunted as I pulled his face back to mine, kissing him roughly.

I rolled us over so that I straddled him. I rested my hips on his crotch, my hands
pressing down on his upper arms. I pulled back from the kiss, straightening my arms. A
small smile crossed my lips as I panted for air. Trenton’s breathing matched mine.

“I…” I licked my lips. Trenton’s eyes moved back and forth from my eyes down to my
breasts that just barely brushed against his chest. I could feel him through his boxers
pressing into my own crotch.

“Fuck, Taylor, you’re so wet.” He groaned, tilting his head back, “You’re killing me here,
sweet cheeks.”

“I want to try something.”

“Do it.”

“I…”

“What are you going to do?” He asked, eyes closed.

I shifted on his hips, purposely rubbing myself against him. Trenton groaned from the
friction. I leaned close, my lips by his ear, “It’s something new for me.”

“Yeah, Tay, what is it?” His voice was unintentionally husky. It sent chills down my spine.
I bit my lip, loving the sound of it.

I moved my face so that our noses touched. Trenton opened his eyes, staring into my
own, “I want to bring you the pleasure that you brought me down in your kitchen.”

“Yeah?” His breathing hitched.

I smirked deviously, crawling off of him. I grabbed his hands, pulling him off the bed.
Trenton stood up, looking at me confused. I rested my hands on his shoulders, slowly
raking my hands down until they touched the edge of his boxers. I curled my fingers around
the inside, pulling them down.

Trenton watched as I lowered myself onto my knees, pulling his boxers down all the
way. He licked his lips with anticipation.

“You don’t have to Taylor… really…”

“Don’t you want me to?” I frowned, slightly

“Oh, yes.” He moaned the second word as I brought my hand slowly down his member.
I smirked at the sound, licking my own lips.

I’d never done this kind of thing before. I knew that in my sober state of mind, I would
never do it. But I was drunk off my ass and I owed Trenton for that Friday night. I felt so
amazing. I wanted to return the favor for him.

I wanted to make him moan and pant like I had.

I opened my mouth, guiding the tip inside. Trenton’s breathing picked up speed as I
opened my mouth to accept more of him. I wasn’t familiar with penises considering my most
serious relationship had been with a girl, but I wasn’t sure if I could fit all of him inside of my
mouth.

Trenton groaned as I licked my tongue over the tip of him. I could taste the pre-cum
already on it. Carefully, so as not to hurt him, I raked my teeth up as I moved more of him
inside of me. I moved my tongue around his throbbing member, tasting him.

Trenton groaned, latching his fingers into my hair painfully. So painfully it felt good. I
curled my fingers into a fist, remembering that you couldn’t gag if you did that. I moved the
rest of him inside of my mouth quickly.

Trenton moaned loudly this time as I carefully raked my teeth down the length of him. I
could feel more pre-cum dripping out. I sucked in my breath, swallowing the tiny bit. I wasn’t
sure what I’d do when the time came for him to release.

I lapped my tongue around him, moving my teeth carefully. I didn’t want to hurt him. By
the sounds he was making, I was doing everything but.

“Taylor…” He groaned, “I… I’m gonna cum.”

I continued to lick him, to suck on him, to twirl my tongue around him again and again,
encouraging him.

Trenton had begun to release moans with every exhale as he rose up.

“Shit, girl, I’m going to blow.” He panted.

I could feel him climaxing just like I had. He moaned once more. I moved all of him into
my mouth, feeling hairs against my face. With one tight jerk of the hair, I felt him fill my
mouth. My eyes watered with the sudden expansion. I had no room to have anything else
inside of me.

“Spit it out, Sweet Cheeks.” He moaned out, “Just do it on the floor, I don’t give a fuck,
holy shit.”

I raked my teeth down his length one more time gently, doing what he said. I could feel
myself choking on him. Some of his cum spat out on the ground. Definitely not the greatest
idea to do when I was drunk.

Ignoring the thought, I swallowed what was left in my mouth, licking my lips. It tasted like
water-y milk.

Trenton fell back onto the bed, sighing with pleasure. “Shit, Taylor, I didn’t know you
could make a guy feel like that.”

I stood up, walking over to the bed. I ran my tongue over the outside of my lips, making
sure I could everything. Trenton wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me against him.
He moved to press his lips against my own when I stopped him.

“I have your jizz all over my mouth.” I giggled, dodging his lips.

Trenton growled, “I don’t care. Shut up and kiss me.”

Giggling, I pressed my lips against him. He didn’t force his tongue down my mouth this
time, keeping it slow and simple. I moaned as he moved his lips against mine, savoring the
taste of his mouth. Trenton’s hand moved onto my back, holding me against his naked body.

“You’re fucking amazing, Taylor.” He whispered when we pulled away.

I rolled over to straddle him, my crotch against his stomach this time. I could feel his
cock getting hard once more against my butt. I ran my hands up and down his chest slowly,
loving the feel of his skin on mine.

Trenton grunted, “I can feel you through your panties, Taylor.”

I blushed slightly, going to move off.

Trenton’s hands moved to my thighs, gripping them tightly. He held me on top of them,
his thumbs stroking the inside of my thighs. “We need to fix that now, don’t we?”

I giggled.

His hands moved up slowly on my thigh until his thumb just brushed the edge of my
panties. “Would you like a repeat of what happened Friday night?”

I whimpered at the thought, my legs tightening with anticipation, “That would be
absolutely amazing.”

Trenton’s thumb moved to brush over my panties. “I’ll admit, Tay, I really like seeing you
in white. But I think you’d look sexy as hell in black lace.”

As I moved my hands down his chest, I dug my nails in slightly. Red lines followed my
movement, earning a satisfying groan from Trenton.

“I’ll remember that for next time.”

Trenton pushed his thumb against my opening, giving me a picture of just how wet I
really was. I shuddered in pleasure as his thumb moved in small circles.

“This fabric is really getting in the way.” I groaned.

Trenton only chuckled, continuing the slow circles. “I agree entirely. I want to feel you
against me. All of you.”

I moved my hands to the edge of my panties, pushing down. I stood up in my spot on
the bed. Trenton’s eyes were once again on my breasts, but they soon lowered as I hooked
my thumbs on the sides of my panties.

I pushed the down until they were at my ankles. Stepping out of them, I lowered my
naked body onto Trenton’s. His breathing hitched again, matching the pace of mine. I bit my
lip, tossing my panties randomly.

They landed on his alarm clock.

I ignored them, my attention focused on the boy under me.

I tilted my body forward, pressing all of me against him. Trenton’s hands cupped each
of my butt cheeks, squeezing tightly.

I kissed along his neck, rubbing my hips against him on his lower waist. Just above his
cock. I could feel it pressing against my skin. The friction was killing me.

But I wanted to make my own mark on Trenton first.

I kissed up and down his neck, searching for his own sweet spot. Trenton’s body
tensed as my lips crossed the area just under his chin, above his Adam’s apple. My lips
pulled into a smirk as I licked the area slowly, scraping my teeth against his skin.

His fingers curled even tighter into my butt. I pressed my body against him more,
sucking teasingly on his skin. Trenton moaned my name as I bit his skin playfully. I let out a
whimper as he brought a hand down, smacking it painfully on my butt. The sound echoed
through-out the room, forcing me to rub my body unintentionally against his.

I gave the spot one last good bite before I pulled away, kissing the corner of his mouth,
“That hurt.”

He squeezed me again, “I’m so sorry, Sweet cheeks. Do you want me to kiss it and
make it all better?”

I smiled for a moment, the image floating into my mind, “No. But I do have somewhere
else you could kiss…”

“Oh yeah?”

I giggled, pressing my lips against his, “Trenton…”

“Yeah?”

“It’s a school night.”

He groaned, “Forget that.”

“We have to get up tomorrow.” For whatever reason, sober thoughts were crashing my
mood. Talk about buzz kill.

“You’re ruining the mood. Let’s just fuck and then we’ll talk about sleep.”

“No.” I pulled away, rolling off of him. “I need to find my clothes so we can go to sleep.
We have to get up early tomorrow.”

Trenton wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling my back against his chest. I could
feel his member pressing against my leg, “I have a proposition for you.”

“Yeah?”

“How about you forget about your clothes for the night, and we’ll go to sleep for school
tomorrow?”

“You expect me to think that we’ll both be perfect fine sleeping completely naked next to
each other?” I snorted with laughter.

“Yes.” He growled, his grip around me tightening.

“Fine.” I sighed, closing my eyes, “But no funny business.”

“Deal.” His lips moved against the back of my neck.

I turned my head over, pressing my lips softly against his, “Good night Trenton.”

“Tonight was fun. Let’s do it again.”

“I said, ‘good night Trenton’.”

He pecked me once more, “Fine, I can take a hint no matter how drunk I really am. Good
night Taylor.”

I smiled slightly, curling into a ball.

And so drunk two people fell asleep completely naked in the same bed after nearly an
hour for foreplay with no absolutely no sex.