15 on my Wrist

Part 1

The loud music of the party pounds within my chest and I look around restlessly for my friends who have seemingly disappeared in the crowd of tipsy of people. There's sweaty swaying bodies everywhere with red cups in their hands and mines seems to be the only one that's full.

I usually never go to these parties— mostly because I never get invited bit today's a weekend so it felt necessary in a way.

There's this guy, he's been eying me up the whole time I've been here. He's got those 'fuck me' eyes and everytime I look his way he seems to be looking right back at me. Right now he's with his friend who looks like he's irriated by the fact that he's not listening, just staring at me.

The friend just rolls his eyes and slaps the guys bare shoulder since he's shirtless and walks away but he doesn't seem to be all that fazed by it. Instead he makes his way over to me, I gulp nervously and straighten my posture until he's directly infront of me.

"I know I'm not the only one feeling this"

He smiles smugly while motioning his hand between us, there's a text tattoo in a fancy font written across his chest 'Cleopatra' it says and for some reason my mind goes to the ancient Egyptian woman.

"You aren't"

I respond confidently, even though I haven't drunk anything I feel this random urge of confidence. Maybe I should come to these parties more often.

"You wanna go upstairs? This is my friends house"

He says pointing to the stairs and me somewhat being speechless just nods and he hesitatantly takes my wrist before leading me upstairs, the music becomes more muted but still pounds in my chest as we reach the second storey.

We're now in a somewhat messy room and he closes the door behind me, I gulp once again based on the vibe I'm starting to pick up and he looks at me with a dangerous gaze.

His eyes begin to scan my body and get lower while he's toying his lower lip with his teeth, like he enjoys what he sees.

It would be a lie for me to say I have never had sex, I have but to say the least it wasn't mind boggling or anything of the sort. It was a normal first time but damn under this guys tense stare I feel like a virgin all over again.

He takes the cup from me gently and puts it down on the nightstand while I stand there awkwardly with my hands in tight fists due to the nervousness. That was until he comes back around and he brings his lips to my face after licking his own and presses his plump lips onto mines.

He's warm and though he does have an alcoholic taste coating his lips, he seems to be fully aware. Soon his tongue begins to explore my mouth and his palm presses against the curve of my back to pull me in closer to his body, allowing me to feel his warmth.

This may be going really quickly but I'm not really put off by it, he's attractive and this might just be a 'No Names, No Strings Attached' type of scenario.

I never thought that would happen to me so quickly to be honest, at 15.

But hey I'm allowed to live so I let his lips do their thing as they begin to trail down my neck, I tilt my head back and  he in turn pushes me to fall back on the bed which bounces but I prop myself up on my elbows and he leans over to kiss me and he pulls off his shorts which also take off his boxers, I don't get a full look at his length until he pulls away pull my skirt off which also took my underwear too

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(Sorry I just didn't wanna write about 15 year olds doing it 😭)

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