ḾṎᕍ⁅ᖇṈ ℄Ṏv⁅ | The Lost Boys

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⚠️Warnings: under the influence, smutty (not proper sex, skip to next chapter when you get to part where she admits to being a virgin if it makes you uncomfy), group 'activities', blood consumption⚠️

The blissed-out feeling didn't dim. I laid sprawled out between Dwayne's legs, head resting below his chin. Paul occupied the opposite end of the couch, hands running up and down my exposed legs, occasionally toying with the hem of my shorts.

It's cold inside the cave. A part of me wished I had worn one of my long skirts, but to be fair, I hadn't anticipated ending up here. But the cold didn't bother me too much. In fact, the mix of weed and the alcohol kept me nice and warm.

"It's funny," I giggle, the words pouring out without filter. "How scared I was of you at first. You guys aren't scary."

Marko hopped over the edge of the couch and coping a squat on the floor. "Oh yeah? You're not scared now?"

"Mmm, not any more ... You guys are too ... too sexy." I slap my hand over my mouth to contain my laughter. It's funny because I'd never tell them something like this otherwise. Funny because their expressions changed quickly. "Sexy and ... and sexy. And I like it when you call me baby. It makes me feel all hot."

"Oh, you like it, baby?" Paul's face split into a shit-rating grin.

"Uh-huh—I like the way you say it."

"How do I say it."

I attempt to do my best 'Paul,' but my words fall short, too slurred by the alcohol and drugs in my system. However, the boys are thoroughly amused and laugh their asses off. Paul half-crawls over me. "I thought you hated us, baby?"

"No!" I rolled my eyes. Silly boys. "No—you're annoying but only cause you're so hot!"

"Did'ja hear that, David," shouts Marko. "Apparently, we're annoyingly hot."

Paul's stroking became more deliberate, using his nails to drag my flesh lightly. My skin erupted into goosebumps. It was a strange mixture of tickling and pleasure. His stroking migrates to my thighs and between my legs. A brief brush across my mound but nothing more. Nothing substantial. It's enough to make me whine.

Dwayne joined in, too, his left arm slipping under my shirt to access my stomach. His thumb traced swirling patterns into my skin.

"Tell me, princess," said Paul. "Have you ever been touched like this?"

I hum, allowing my head to fall back against Dwayne's chest. "I used to date back in Phoenix ... Only one ever got this far."

"Oh?" Marko's eyes flashed to mine. "And here we thought you were a good girl. Aren't you good girls supposed to wait until marriage and shit?"

"Never got far," I mumbled. It was taking all the strength I had to speak coherently. Every sensation was heightened, the boys' touch a little too good. "Just a lot of heavy petting .... 'n kissin' ...."

"Too afraid to make the leap?" Paul grins, tongue between teeth. His attentions were now solely focused on my mound but not where you needed him.

"Never felt right." I strained against him, hoping he'd take the hint. Dwayne cupped my breast. "Never felt anything when we kissed. Never felt anything at all. Figured I wasn't ready or they weren't the right one, so I broke it off."

Marko pushes my shirt up around my neck, revealing my chest to the room.

"Have you ever had someone really kiss you, babe?"

As soon as the words left Paul's mouth, Marko laid a few chaste kisses on my stomach, a kitten lick here, a nip there.

Everything was hot and hazy. I needed something. I needed someone to relieve this pressure, or I might die. A soft moan escaped when Paul grazed my sensitive nub.