Fake ID’s had become my new best friend after I became the only one in my group that wasn’t eighteen yet. I was the baby in the circle, in more than one ways. As I sipped at my fruity concoction, I noticed my friends dancing on strangers as I danced alone. I didn’t let it bother me, moving to the beat the best I could without spilling my drink.
I felt somebody come up behind me, grinding on my gently as to test the waters. I looked back, giving the tan, dark haired boy what I hoped was a sexy smile as I backed myself into him a bit more. He laid to hands on my hips and kept dancing, letting out a little laugh. “I’m Calum!” He shouted over the music, leaning over my shoulder.
"Y/n," I replied, taking the last swig of my drink and spinning around in his grasp. "Hi."
"Hi," He grinned, one eyebrow raised as he studied me. "How are tonight?"
"Better, now," I said, mentally smacking myself in the face for sounding like a girl in a 90’s movie. "How are you?"
"Fantastic," Calum said quickly, abruptly crashing his lips against mine. He tasted strongly of vodka and red bull, and I wondered if he could taste the pineapple as he slipped his tongue in my mouth. I kissed him back, sliding my hands up his chest and looping my around his neck. He pulled away and shook his head, “Sorry, I—”
I didn’t give him time to further apologize, pressing my lips to his again. Calum chuckled against my mouth, “You wanna get out of here?”
I’d never left a club with anyone before. I’d never even kissed anyone in a club before. Was this rushed? Yes. Would I regret it? Probably. Was I could to do it? Absolutely.
I nodded, giving him one more slow kiss before I let him take my hand and pull me off of the dance floor. I put my empty cup on a table as we rushed out. “My car is over here,” He said, stumbling passed a few people smoking cigarettes outside. He pressed me against the backseat passenger side door, “Do you want to go to my place, or yours, or—”
"Why don’t we do it here?" I said, planting another kiss on his lips. What was I doing?
He smirked as I moved out of the way, unlocking the door and staring at my ass as I crawled into the cramped backseat. He followed behind and slammed the door shut behind him, already leaning over me when I turned to look at him. He pushed my shoulders down on the seat, so that my back was flat with my bent in the air, one of his knees between my legs. His kisses were deep and I tugged at his shirt to pull it up over his head.
I wasn’t sure exactly what I was doing, as I’d never done it before. Why I had been so eager with him after only five minutes of him dancing on me, I didn’t know. All I knew was I needed him on top of me, and now that he was, I wanted him even more.
"I, uh—" I started to say as he pulled my shirt over my head.
"What?" He asked, sitting up on his knees.
I decided to keep the V word to myself, as I was sure it would freak him out. To cover myself, I gently pushed him to sit back against the door and undid his pants. He let out a low chuckle and leaned his head back against the window as I took him in my mouth, moving my head up and down slowly. He tangled one hand in my hair, his other had a firm grasp on my shoulder.
After a few moments, Calum gently pulled me off of him by my hair and gave me a cheeky grin. “Your turn.”
He laid me back down, pulling my jeans to me knees and kissing my neck as he slid my panties down. I did my best not to squirm underneath him, but the feeling off his fingertips grazing up my bare thigh had me panting.
He slipped one finger in me and I gasped, clutching his biceps. Calum dipped in and out of me a few times, then added another, curling his fingers to find my g-spot. I let out a moan and he smiled, planting a kiss on my lips before pulling his fingers out and sticking them in his mouth.
I looked up at him, wide eyed as he reached over to the center console and pulled it open, shuffling through it for a condom. When he found it, he ripped it open with his teeth and dropped it on my chest. I rolled it on his hard length, which had been pressing against my thigh the whole time.
"One," he kissed my lips, "two," he kissed my neck, "three," he kissed my chest and thrust into me.
The sensation was strange, but amazing. He sent pounding waves up pleasure up my body as I cried out for him to go harder. He thrusted into me deeper and deeper each time as my hips bucked to meet him. I scratched down his back and he let out a moan, his face still pressed to my boobs.
I felt myself tightening around him, my thighs burned as I squeezed them around his waist. “Fuck,” I cried out, closing my eyes as my body went numb and I gasped for air.
He came moments later, letting his body collapse on me after he pulled out. “That was.. incredible,” I gulped, fighting to breathe normally.
"Best you’ve ever had?" He asked, confidence in his voice.
"Only I’ve ever had," I replied.
"What?" He gawked. "Really?" I nodded, and he reached down to pick up my phone, which had managed to get out of my pocket and onto the floor. "Well, I’ll give you my number and you can let me know when you’re ready for your second time."
