One Touch | Charlie Gillespie

S E V E N

What the hell happened last night?

I don't hesitate and kiss him back. I know he's drunk, I know I'm drunk, but it's all happening by itself— I cannot control my doings. I do not want to control my doings.

Before I know it, the soft, sweet kiss turns into a faster, more passionate kiss. I feel his tongue explore my mouth, and mine explores his. I slowly rip his whole shirt off, so the top of his body is fully exposed, revealing his light-tanned skin and his muscles flexing in the moonlight that's shining through the windows.

His hands slide down my back, soon reaching my ass which he gives a little squeeze. Shocked and surprised by his sudden movements, I feel my heart race and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I want to enjoy the moment, because I probably won't remember it tomorrow.

And maybe that's a good thing.

I wrap my arms around his neck and he grabs one of my legs, lifting it up against his hip. I grasp his hair slightly, tugging at the roots. He breaks the kiss and his mouth goes to my neck, where he leaves swollen bruises behind.

After my neck is completely filled with hickeys, he gently pushes me so I lay down on the bed. Charlie crawles on top of me and leaves little kisses all over my body, causing soft moans to escape from my mouth.

He flips me over so I'm on my stomach, and I grab the sheets to hold on to something. I feel his hands searching for the zipper of my dress, but with the few rays of light from the moon, it's not as easy as it seems. Eventually, after some grumbling and mumbling, he finds it and unzips my dress, leaving me in my matching underwear.

"So beautiful," he whispers as he turns me back on my back, examining every inch of my body. Before I can say anything, he loops his fingers around my panties, pulling them down and throwing them to the side.

My eyes roll back in pleasure and while I enjoy the satisfaction he gives me, all I can think about is the boy whose lips are on my bottom at the moment. Wondering what he's going to do with me next, I close my eyes and enjoy it while it lasts.

C H A R L I E

I wake up with pounding headache and a nauseous feeling in my stomach. I'm tired and feel the eager for a warm shower. I stretch myself and as I do, my gaze moves around the room. My eye falls on a red pile of what appears to be a piece of clothing lying on the floor.

What could that be? Was that one of my shirts? Or— oh no.

On the floor, next to my bed, I find one black heel. In the corner of the room lays the other one. Fuck fuck fuck. I already have an idea of who they belong. Slowly, very slowly, I turn my head to the other side of my bed. Without being surprised, I see a few brown strands of hair above the white sheets.

Is that...? No way, it can't be. She would never— fuck. She was wearing a red dress last night. Why isn't she wearing it anymore?

I look cautiously under the sheets, but as soon as I see that I'm no longer wearing my boxers, it's already clear— I had sex last night. With June. At least, I think it's June. It has to be, right?

She's laying with her back against me, so I can't check if it's her or not. On the one hand, I want it to be her. She is the only girl I have thought about since we met. But then again... why did our first time had to be drunk? At least I was drunk, and now I can't remember anything.