She has lived on the cut her whole life with her uncle Jake. Her becoming friends with the pouges was the best thing that could have happened to her. Her past is always going to come back and bite her in the ass no matter how hard she try's to avoid...
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I'm sitting on the sand throwing scraggly little peices of dried seaweed into the fire with a beer inbetween my crossed legs. I stare dazed at the dancing embers as they rise into the sky. The alcohol and weed i have consumed in the last two hours infiltrating my mind. I hear my name being called making me turn my head in the direction of the sound. I see John b walking towards me with a red solo cup in his hand kicking sand as he drags his feet.
"Hello my lady how has your night been?" He asks in an awful British accent. While squatting beside me with his cup resting on his knee. I look down into the cup taking a deep whiff of whatever liquid is in it. I look up at John b giving him a smirk i grab his cup and hand him mine. Turning it up letting the warm liquor drain down my throat leaving a burning path behind. He reaches out to grab it from me but I scoot away, my heels digging into the cold wet sand.
"No..no ry that's all I have left" he repeats as I finish off the cup wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I hand him the empty cup as he stares blankly at me. "I'm all better now that I've had something stronger than watered-down beer from the keg! Thanks Johnny boy" I say pushing myself off the ground and patting him on the back. I see JJ grinding on some blonde girl as he takes a drag from his julu. Blowing the smoke into the air.
My eyes scan the crowd trying to find kie and pope. But I come up clean. My vision is a little blurry and I can feel my fingers tingling. I need to find some touron to have a good time with. I look around my eyes bouncing from boy to boy. They land on a tall brown haired boy who looks like he is having a heated conversation on the phone. Then a boy with a weird goatee on his chin who kinda reminds me of shaggy off of the live action Scooby-Doo movie. Then a tall blonde who is standing by the keg watching everyone dance to the obnoxiously loud music. My legs are heavy but they guide me in his direction.
I grab a cup and fill it with beer as I feel his eyes lingering in my direction. One side of his mouth turns up into a smirk when he sees me look back at him. He has freckles across his nose and I can smell the alcohol from here which I assume he can smell on me too. I lift my cup to my lips taking a sip as I take a step closer to him. I turn sideways looking at the crowd and touching his shoulder with mine. "What's your name?" I ask licking beer off my bottom lip. I feel his stare on the side of my face "Jake...what's yours?" He says i hear a slight accent but can't put my finger on it. "I'm Rylee.....how long are you in the outer banks for?" I ask turning to look at him.
"I leave tomorrow actually" he says looking me up and down. There is that accent I still can't place lingering under his words. I smirk steping closer to him, our chests almost touching. My finger trails down his chest "Wanna come back to my place with me?" I ask biting my bottom lip and looking up at him. His chest moves when he takes a big breath. I obviously mean John b's house not mine but he doesn't have to know that. Right?
"Yeah, sounds good to me" he says smiling we are now so close together that our noses are almost touching. I turn away taking a sip of my drink. "We gotta walk though I ain't got a car and I assume you don't have one either " I say grabing his hand backing away from the crowd and towards the road.
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We are approaching the house as our conversation about his dog named tutu comes to an end. I ditched our cups a few minutes back which now I think about it kie would be pissed. I push open the screen door to the porch when I feel his arm snake around my waist spinning me around. His lips find mine and our tongues are moving against eachother. He tastes like the cheap beer and tobacco. I Hum while backing up using one hand to find the door knob not breaking the kiss. I wince slightly when his grip on my waist tightens becoming aware of my bruises once again.
We fumble over our feet when we enter the house trying to close the door behind us and succeeding. I pull away from his lips as my legs hit the back of the pullout and I grab his button up and pull him down on top of me as he holds his weight up off of me with two hands. Our lips connect again and he tugs at the bottom of my shirt lifing it. I grab his face pulling us apart our hard breathing is the only thing that can be heard. "I'm warning you now, I have bruises don't mention them" I say in between breaths. I'm not going to explain any further because frankly it's none of his business.
"OK" he says with furrowed eyebrows. I pull my shirt over my head and throw it to the side. His eyes roam my body for a second to long and I pull his face back to mine.He starts unbuckling my pants as I unbutton his shirt. Soon they both are in the same spot on the floor. I pull his mouth back to mine as im laying under him In my underwear and bra. He works his pants and shoes off throwing them in the floor. His hand snakes around my side up my back to unsnap my bra. The cold air hitting my chest causing me to shiver.
"wait" I say pushing my self up with my elbows. I push him off of me and onto his back. I lean over in front of him grabing my shorts and taking the condom out of the pocket. I hand it to him as i take off my panties. He leans against the back of the couch as he takes off his boxers and puts on the condom. He reaches over and grabs my face our lips attaching. I straddle his waist as my stomach tightens. I feel the warmth of the alcohol and hormones creeping up my chest and towards my face. I feel the space between my legs throbing and begging for attention.I pull away from his lips putting my hands on his chest pushing myself off of him to position myself right.
I lower myself down on him slowly letting me get used to his size. Inflicting a groan from both of us. Pleasure and pain are two very confusing things. He reaches his hand up to cup my boob his baby soft thumb rubbing over my hard nipple not creating any friction and only frustrating me. I roll my hips against his as he holds onto my waist. I close my eyes and look up "oh my God" he moans as I run my fingers through his hair and pull his chest towards mine. His hands are on my ass as I push him further into me. I feel the way his body is tensing under me warning me that he isn't going to last much longer and I'm most likely going to get the shit end of the deal. "I think I'm about to...." he start to say but gets cut off by the sound of the front door opening.
