The Art of Falling

A school night

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She's one of the few people I've known the longest at school, and she just happens to be one of the even rarer few who hates my guts. That too for no valid reason. It's been about an hour since we've been at this house party and everything has been fairly chill. That was up until this very moment. It's been a total of two weeks since I broke up with Jamie so I've been expecting someone at school to bring it up. Yet I can't say I'm any less caught off guard when Amelia brings it up during a game of truth or dare.

I've never regretted choosing truth as much as I do right now.
Of cause I'm not obliged to share anything regarding my private life just because of some stupid high school party game. Amelia knows this. She just gets a rise of seeing me flustered and embarrassed in front of everyone. Having known me since elementary school she also happens to know how much I abhor all the attention that is currently being directed at me. "Come on Laine, I promise whatever is said here, will stay here." She says, using a nickname she knows I hate with the most annoying whiny voice of the century.

I try to keep my composure as I stand up. "I gotta go maybe, next time." "Hmm, no fun." She whines again. I throw caution to wind, not letting her get another word in, I storm out of the basement room in a way I know I'll regret later.

I make my way up the stairs only to bump into Paige who's high of her ass. Hopefully on Marijuana only. "Oh, hey friend!" she exclaims and seeing her funny movements I forget about the prior embarrassing ordeal. I put my arm around her shoulder leading her outside to the backyard where I last saw Marcus.

Luckily the only sober one of our group is still in the same place I left him; except this time, he seems to have his hands full. I can't see her face as she's sitting on Marcus's lap. Me and Paige both start laughing as we approach a very uncomfortable looking Marcus. "Hey Elaine, you've been scarce!" John a jock from the football team exclaims. "Yeah, I was down in the basement."

Marcus snaps his head towards me a weird look on his face making me crack up in giggles. I guess I'm a bit tipsy. "You sure are busy tonight." I tease. "Ugh, I swear the next time I see Felipe I'm gonna f*ckin kill him." I giggle again. "Well join the queue because I heard he's in a lot of shit with Brandon because he kissed his little sister Jessica." The girl on his lap suddenly raises her head, clearly wasted she slurs, "So that's where he was! I was supposed to be his date, and, and, I-I-I'm way prettier than stupid freshman Jessica!"

She gets up abruptly, almost falling over before she marches her way to the door, murderous intent clear on her face. "So that's the date he was talking about earlier, poor girl, I hope Brandon finds him and teaches him a little lesson." I say as I replace the girl on Marcus's lap since all the other seats on the porch I occupied. "He's my best bud and all but... That dudes a douche." Paige says from next to us. She rolls up into a ball on the chair as her reddened eyes start to droop close. "Well, that's another soldier down." Christian says as he suddenly appears from God knows where, I'm definitely too drunk to try and figure that out.

By his side is a face that I'm having a hard time remembering in my drunk state. He is however staring hard at me, his eyes going to Marcus's hands around me.  Though unfamiliar to me right now, the guy's face is quite handsome. I get up and walk towards him. He blinks clearly surprised. "Hey stranger, you're cute." I wink as stare him down. I'm clearly way past tipsy after the drink I stole from Jason earlier. "Here we go again!" both Christian and Marcus exclaim. "I think it's about time we got going don't you think" Marcus says, glaring at the handsome guy whose face I'm currently inspecting with my palms around his chiseled jaw. I ignore him as I pull the guy closer. "You wanna be friends?" I whisper in his ear. He visibly shivers at the sound of my suggestive tone, clenching his jaw. This draws my attention making me smile coyly at him, while fluttering my eyelashes as I look up at him in a way I know always drives guys crazy. A beat passes before he answers breathily. "Sure." Is his one-word answer before I grab him by his hand and drag him into the house, fully ignoring Marcus's protests, a part of me knowing I'll regret this later.

In this moment my need to forget about stupid Amelia who brought up my stupid ex Jamie, made me act recklessly. I dragged him to the makeshift dance floor in the living room. I turn my back to him as I grind and roll my hips against his, getting a response I like.

Next thing I'm leading him to the second floor and into an empty room. "Whoa, are you sure." The guy stops my wandering hands with a serious expression on his face. I break out into fits of laughter. "Calm down pretty boy, I'm not that easy, I just want to have a little fun that's all." I laugh again. "Don't tell me you thought I was planning on sleeping with you tonight. He starts blushing making me giggle even more. How cute.

"Well, is that okay with you, are you alright with having a little fun pretty boy." He seems to get a hold of himself, suddenly taking over as he slams me against the door. "The name's Aiden." He growls out before slamming his lips to mine. We find ourselves on the bed with me under him. I stop him as he is kissing down my chest. I get up on the bed, kneeling before him and reaching for the hem of his shirt, all the while maintaining our electric eye contact. "You look good in this shirt and all, but I'd much rather like it off." I say softly as I help him take it off. I almost falter as I see his well-built body, defined in just the right places and soft in just the places I like. I blame these thoughts on the alcohol but... he's by far the most perfect guy I've ever seen, appearance wise.

He notices how my eyes are sparkling in adoration and this makes his eyes darken in a mixture of lust and something I've never seen before. I quickly divert my eyes, choosing to ignore whatever that was and finish off what I started and let us go our separate ways; like I'd originally planned.

I feel his hardened groin pressing up on my thigh as he pulls me flush against him. I suddenly get the urge to take him. So, I push him down into a sitting position before crawling in between his muscular thighs. I feel like I'm about to cum even though he hasn't even touched me yet. Undoing the buttons of his dark jeans I lower my self to his groin, taking him out of his boxers I slowly but firmly lick the precum off of him before taking him in my mouth completely. This is officially my first time enjoying this, and I can't help but think about how for the first time my confidence is not a pretence.

I feel so powerful as I practically bring him to his knees before me. I feel like he is conquering me, making me into the vixen I never knew I could be, and in the same way I feel like I'm also conquering him as I feel him lose control with a tight grip on my head. I lift my head slightly and look him straight in his eyes. His face is scrunched up in pleasure with the most sexy and guttural noises coming out of his parted lips.

"Elaine" he says finally as he cums in my welcoming mouth, greedily drinking all of him in. just like that with his lingering whispers of my name I cum like a b*tch in heat. He goes crazy when he sees this, dragging me beneath him.

I'm a 110% sure that if I didn't stop him right at that moment I might possibly have given him my virginity. "Well, I think that's enough fun for today." I say, still breathing heavily from my orgasm. Pretending like I have my wits together, like I'm completely unaffected by the sight of his godlike self towering over my smaller frame like a predator. He groans, clearly displeased, his face inches from mine. With a pained expression he gets up off of me. Even though he just came he is still hard as he stands before me. Unknowingly tempting me as I get off the bed and walk towards him. "I had fun" I say as I kiss his cheek. I'm intentionally still fully dressed so I make a quick exist, leaving him behind as I make my way back to the backyard porch, planning on making my way home. It is a school night after all.