Chapter One
"?We're gonna stay up, ain't gonna lay low. We're gonna dance all night, because we say so. Na, na, na?"
"Is it so bad for me to want him inside of me?" Ashton asked. "I mean, look at him. Even straight dudes would tap that, and if they say otherwise, they're lying!" I frowned, staring at him. He (being the major meathead who decided to dress up as a skeleton? stripper?) waltzed across a lawn, knowing he looked good. He did look good, but I wasn't going to let Ashton or the others know that.
"I'm sure he's a major Chad, Ash." I smirked.
"Enlighten us what a 'Chad' is exactly, Drew." We'd been over this a million times, but she had a terrible memory.
"Chad is the universal douche bag. He's the guy that wears glasses indoors, steals parking spots, beats his girlfriend, etcetera, etcetera."
"I see." She laughed. We continued on our way to Toby's house. This year's Halloween party was supposed to be the best yet. Ashton chose a skanky devil costume, which pretty much summed her up in one word. Skanky. But she was my skank, so it was okay. I dressed up as your common vampire. My white-outs were quite irritating, but I ignored them. If I started randomly crying, I'd have an excuse. I didn't dish out much money on my costume since it was a last minute invitation Toby gave me. Behind us, Kaitlyn and Kyle walked together, hand-in-hand. She wore a dress out of "used" tampons, and he wore a suit made out of "used" condoms. Their idea was that each wore something each gender hated. It was somewhat corny, somewhat genius.
Ten minutes later we arrived at Toby's house. He opened the door, greeting us inside!
"Ashton! Glad you could make it. You too Drew! Damn, nice costumes Kaitlyn. I really hope those aren't used, and that goes for the both of you." His place was packed. People were on either side of the living room, drinking out of red plastic cups, and chatting away. I made my way to the punch bowl. I scrunched my face at the bottle of tequila. Excuse me, half-full bottle of tequila. Should I really drink? What the hell? I was there to have fun, not sit and talk. I let my hand rest midair over the punch bowl, getting a better idea. I snatched the bottle of tequila, claiming it. It was time to party.
Within thirty minutes, I was completely wasted. My speech was slurred, my vision blurry, and I stumbled over my feet. While I was sitting. Drunk out of my mind, I stumbled into Toby's room. Isabella Alverez pushed by me without uttering a word.
"Bitch." I muttered.
"Tell me about it." A voice said. I turned around and looked at David Larae. He was quarterback of the school football team, a total Chad. Strangely, I didn't care if he was a douche or not. I just wanted to hang out with a different crowd of people.
"Whaths wrong?" I asked, accidently slurring my words.
"Nothing." He muttered. He rested his gaze on the window avoiding eye contact. I could tell he didn't want to talk about it.
"Tell me." I insisted. I closed the door behind me so no one would hear. I sat on the bed next to him, making sure not to sit too close. I examined him, taking note of everything. His large build was slightly intimidating, and I knew he could kick my ass if he wanted to. His dirty blond hair was cut low, but long enough to come off his forehead. His bold chin had a small patch of hair growing towards his throat, and his deep green eyes remained on the window. I took note of the scar on his neck, and the cut on his left knee which was from foot-
Without notice, he pressed his lips against mine, totally taking me aback. I jerked back in surprise.
"Shit, you're not?" He gasped.
"Ha, I am. You just startled the shit out of me." I replied.
"So? so you don't mind if I-" I cut him off with an abrupt kiss, nowhere near as forceful as he had. He moaned, kissing me back. I let his tongue explore my mouth as I wrapped my hands around his neck. Tequila sloshed around in the bottle, but I didn't put it down. He noticed, and broke our embrace.
"Are you going to finish that?" He asked. I shook my head, and he took a large swallow of the alcohol. With it now empty, he threw it at the door. It shattered, but successfully locked the door.
"Nice, QB. Then again, you're used to balls." I smiled. He laughed, pulling me back down. I gasped for air underneath his weight, but I sufficed. He kissed down my neck, unbuttoning my dress shirt. I felt his chest, exploring every crevice of his torso. Tweaking his nipples, he began to kiss down my abs. I was fit, but nowhere near his status. I felt his wood through his shorts, and quickly began unbuttoning them. I pulled his boxers down under his balls, letting his cock extend to its full mast. I skillfully worked my hand up and down his rod and he continued to suck my neck. I felt his weight lift off of me, and his shadow cast across my face. I looked up to see him on his knees above me, his eight incher pointed at me like 3-D. I gratefully accepted his gift, working my mouth around it. I wasted no saliva on that fucker, dousing the whole thing in spit.
"Fuck, Drew. Mmm?" He groaned. I began humming the song coming from the other room, hoping it would send vibrations up and down his cock. "Shit? Oh my God?" He groaned louder. His balls slapped my chin in a steady rhythm. My head bobbed up and down his prick, licking, sucking, and humming. I worked his nuts into my mouth, give each of them my time before returning to David's dick. I twisted my left hand around his dick, used my right hand to gently press into his asshole, and my mouth to suck. He was in a flurry, crying out in pleasure, groaning, and pumping his pole in and out of me.
"ShitshitshitshitshitAhhhhfuckDrewshitshitahhhhhhhhh!" He practically yelled, and I couldn't help but smile. "Fuck! I'm gonna cuuuuuum!" He cried. Almost as if my cue, I stopped sucking, pulled him down for a kiss, and slammed my finger into his asshole. He cried out, but my mouth smothered the sound. I felt his warm sperm spurt across my leg and Toby's bed, but I didn't care. Finally, after seven or eight pumps, he was dry. I could now enjoy his cum. I scooped some up, tentatively putting my finger in my mouth. I left it there, watching him. His eyes were locked on mine, unmoving. I kissed him again, rubbing my hands through his soft hair. A knock on the door scared this shit out of us, and he quickly dashed to collect his clothes.
"I'll see you at school tomorrow." He whispered, trying to get dressed. I threw on my shirt, looking for an exit. The only place to hide was in the closet. (Ha!) Then I quickly moved to the window. I grabbed my vampire cape, and climbed out of the exit point. I'd explain those strange stains to Toby once he brought up the subject. For now, I was going to sleep, and dream about fucking David again.
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