Unexpected Encounters

Chapter 1: Drunk Kisses

Cody wasted no time in shutting the brown encrusted door, while making sure the door was locked with me beside him. He did this all while continuously kissing the life out of me. There was little to no space between us, with my legs wrapped around his waist and all. He held my upper thighs for support, not once breaking from the kiss. Talented or desperate with need? I couldn't tell. I was too clouded with lust to think straight.

We knew it was wrong.

But we just couldn't stop.

He rotated a bit so that by the time we crashed onto the bed (which was only seconds after), he would be on top of me. He balanced himself up a little, though so that he wouldn't crush me with his weight.

He had light pink colored lips, (like any other human in the universe). They were plump, and my guess is by now that they were all swollen up, with all the lip sucking we've been doing and all. He bit my lip. He didn't do it hard, but just enough for me to give into what he wants. As we deepened the kiss, he ran his hand through my upper thighs, exploring what lots of guys have explored before. While his right hand did that, his left hand went in my chocolate brown hair, massaging it with his strong, nimble fingers.

He was one of those rare guys with bright, sky blue eyes, enough for any girl to get lost in them. He had one of those cropped hair styles with pitch black hair. He was easy on the eyes. By 'easy on the eyes' I mean he was bearable to look at, maybe one might even describe him as 'hot'. And maybe, (just maybe), if we weren't enemies, I might have described him as 'hot' as well. But since we are enemies, I won't. Case closed. I mean, we had so much hatred for each other. Just because we shared a few kisses together, (while not being in the right mindset), doesn't mean I'll just automatically change my opinion of him. God, I'd have to be crazy to that. Even if he is the best kisser I've ever had, and that's saying something sense I kiss a lot of guys.

Well, maybe I don't hate the guy, at least not that much. I guess it all depends on what the word 'hate' means to you. Maybe it's just a form of not understanding him. Although, it's not like I haven't tried to get to know the guy. He just doesn't let me get to know him. He's mean to me and very cold. So, can you blame me for hating the guy and assuming that he hates me too? Plus, it's so weird. He could have any girl in the world with his looks, yet he is choosing me to make out with. The girl he presumably hates. It just doesn't make sense, I guess. I have never seen him make out with anyone before. In the hallways at school he just picks up his phone and does God knows what on it. At highschool parties he occasionally gets drunk, but he's usually sober. He never kisses anyone there, either (even if he is drunk).

And it's not like he hasn't had the chance either. Everyone throws themselves at him, thinking up a perfect plan to seduce him. But it never works. They can't even get a small peck from the deal.

He won't even let 'the Margaret Adams' kiss him. Margaret Adams is a beautiful girl, with curly, golden locks. She also gets amazing grades in order to stay put on the cheer squad. She's so good at cheerleading that she's actually cheer captain. She's got every guy wrapped around her little finger, just wanting to get inside her pants. She won't let them though. She's really selective about the guys she dates. She only dates nice guys that are sure to treat a girl right. How boring.

Anyway, I'm sure she doesn't know this, but all most girls want is to be her. I mean she's living the dream life. Is it not enough that she has good grades, the best reputation in the world and that she's hot as hell, but she has to have Cody? (Not that I care or anything). She even has really good clothes, shoes, and the cutest purse I've ever seen. She has all the best name brands. We're talking Gucci to Prada here. She also has got a red, shiny, beautiful car.

But, enough talk on Margaret. Back to Cody. It's like the guy is saving himself for someone, sense he turns down everyone who wants to date him, kiss him, or anything him period. But if he is saving himself, then why in the world is he kissing me? He hates me. Plus, I can't give him what he wants. If you want some cheap quick sex, then I'm your girl. But, if you want a girlfriend who will remember your birthday and care about you, that not me. That's Margaret territory. I'm the whore and she is America's sweetheart. That's how it is. That is how it has always been. He ignores a lot of girls, yet Margaret still thinks she's good enough for him.

It's too bad Cody wants nothing to do with her. He judges people way to quickly. He told me that he thinks Margret is fake, when I asked him why he would turn down 'The Margaret'. But, he never actually takes the time to get to know her and test his theory out. He also thinks my life is perfect. He couldn't be more far off from the truth.

And-- ooh, that feels so good. More! Baby, more! I let out a soft moan as Cody trailed kisses all the way down to my neck. He stops when he gets to my right breast. He looks up at me with hope in his eyes and I just let out a soft laugh. And close my eyes while leaning my head back, as if to say he can do whatever he wants, as long as he keeps making me feel this good.

He asked, "May I lift up your shirt?" I laugh a little to myself again and lift my head up, just enough to see his eyes filled with wonder and hope.

"oh, so now that you want something from me, you're a gentleman?" I point out. I shake my head while saying, "Now, be a good gentleman that I don't think you can be and keep kissing me with those beautiful lips of yours." I say softly with a touch of seductiveness in my tone.

Instead of looking disappointed like I thought he would, he just smiled big, showing all his pearly whites and states, "whatever you say. As long as I get you in this moment, I feel complete." And leant up against my lips to kiss me. I was shocked, to say the very least. But, it could have just been the liquor we had at the party (before we came to his house) playing tricks with his brain or me hallucinating. Either way I'm just going to enjoy today and leave the aftermath of this situation tomorrow with sober me to deal with it.