Merely Recreational

Chapter 2: The Start of Something New

I looked around once more and still couldn't find her. I drained another cup from the keg and guzzled another beer, only feeling slightly intoxicated. I thought for sure she was going to come. Drunk girls have been crawling all over me and every time I've pushed them away. They could never be as hot as Maverick Price. Not even close. The loud bass filling the apartment nearly drowned out my thoughts. I decided to talk to Mikey for a little while. And I guess his blonde plastic toy too, that 'faithfully' stood by his side. His fuck - of - the - month as I liked to call them.

"Holy shit." Michael noted before I turned around, just in time to see Maverick Price bending over, adjusting her high-heeled shoes. This - this was a god send. She looked exactly like a fucking Victoria's Secret model. I nearly choked on my beer. She wore a tight light gray strapless dress which hugged her curves in all the right places. The gray in her dress only emphasized the beautiful gray in her eyes. Just below her insanely perky breasts there were two lines of see-through black fabric. Another line was just above the end of her short dress. My eyes raked over her tan legs as she approached me, only seeming to grow more gorgeous up close. I crushed my cup in my hand.

"Well that's our cue to go." Michael began before hurriedly getting out of there sensing his pet's displeasure.

"So you came." I started, nearly wanting to punch myself in the face. Wow what an impressive segway Luke.

"Yeah, is this your place? I mean wow this is pretty impressive for a freshman..." She replied and I smiled from the compliment. Even if she was just saying it to be nice.

"I have plenty of roommates though. Care for a drink?" I offered and she nodded. I gently gripped her by the wrist before leading her to one of the kegs. There was no way in hell I would leave her alone in the middle of my apartment with all these drunk dudes. They didn't deserve to touch her or even be in her presence. And frankly neither did I.

"Luke? Do you have anything stronger?" She asked again, suddenly snapping me back into attention. I laughed and nodded retrieving vodka from one of the cupboards. I planned on bringing back a shot glass with it but she stole the bottle from my grip and drank way more than she should have. Her big lips pulled away from the bottle with a pop, making my head spin. I looked at her stunned and she shook her head and slammed the bottle on the table, clearly feeling invigorated by the substance coursing through her veins. You Call Me a Bitch Like it's a Bad Thing by Halestorm blasted on the stereo and Maverick's bright eyes lit up.

"Dance with me?" She asked and I quickly nodded, only a complete idiot would turn down a dance with her. Maybe a little too quickly. She led me to the middle of the floor and placed my hands on her hips. My heart already began to race. I could sense by the way she stumbled in her three inch heels she was absolutely shit faced. I couldn't bear with myself if I took advantage of her like this- in such a vulnerable state. But god she was a temptress. I shook my head.

Her ass grinded against my jean covered cock and I groaned already receiving a raging hard on. Her body was perfect like God built a temple and named it Maverick Price. She continued to rhythmically grind against me to the song and grabbed my hand and lowered it to her ass. I whined, knowing it was going to feel perfect and it did. I couldn't resist a little squeeze and she squealed. Her reaction nearly made me jizz my pants. I was so close and she hardly even touched me. As if reading my thoughts, she turned around stood on her tiptoes and firmly grasped my balls. My breath faltered. Her touch paralyzed me in every way imaginable.

"Take me to your room, Hemmings." She whispered, softly grazing my ear with her teeth. I couldn't form proper words at the moment. I nodded, knowing that I had to call her a cab home as soon as possible so she wouldn't regret anything. I stuck my hand in my back pocket but it was empty. Fuck. I had left my phone in my room and silently cursed to myself again for being so stupid. I led her to my room and locked the door, dialing the first cab service I saw on Yellowpages. I put my hand over my left ear, trying to close out the deafening stereo. I swallowed thickly after hearing the noise of a zipper coming undone. God she was so drunk.

"Yeah, Weller Heights. On Halsey street." I spoke almost childlike into the phone and the foreign man asked for more specific directions. I sighed before Maverick crawled between my legs and kicked the phone out of my hands.
"Who are you talking to?" She slurred and picked up my phone from the floor. I tried to take it back, laughing though as I couldn't be serious over this situation. She pushed a hand to my face to keep me away.
"I hope you're not his girlfriend." She covered the phone with her left hand.
"Oooooh she's exotic Luke! What a score!" I couldn't stifle yet another laugh before she hung up and threw my phone at the book shelf.

"Hey that's a-" She placed her pointer finger on my lips.
"Shhhhhhhh- you talk too much Hemmings." She interrupted before bringing her tepid lips up to mine, purposefully missing and kissing my jaw. I involuntarily groaned, god what an asshole I am. Somehow receiving pleasure from a girl who was drunk off her ass. Her ass - god it was so- what the hell is wrong with me?! I couldn't take advantage of her like this. Her hands struggled with the buckle of my belt before finally getting it unbuckled and popping the button of my jeans. My stomach muscles flinched as I felt her cold fingertips trace the area above my black briefs. She nearly pulled them down my legs before I backed away- my conscience finally getting the best of me.

"No, I can't you're drunk I can't do this. Mave I can't I'm sorry but I just can't." I insisted, tears threatning to prick at the corner of my eyes. She giggled- a drunk giggle that was unfortunately all too familiar.
"I'm totes sober." She replied sounding hurt and I gave a shy laugh in response.
"A sober person wouldn't say 'totes.' " I explained as if I was teaching a health class in high school. She pouted her plump lips in a subtle frown. No one looks beautiful when they frown but I guess that just made her a beautiful sad girl.
"Well you're no fun," She finally relinquished and I sighed a sigh of relief.
"Where's your bathroom?" Maverick asked sounding completely delirious. I led her into the tiled bathroom and she pushed passed me, barely making it before puking. I cringed at the putrid smell of vomit. Then I knelt by her side and pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail even though it was already drenched in puke on the sides.

"God I'm so sorry this is so embarrassing." She gasped before continuing. I had to look away as my grip tightened on her ponytail from frustration. I couldn't bear seeing her like this. She was practically a stranger to me but it's like we were lovers in a past life. And I can see it in her gray eyes. And the pain she felt only made me feel worse. Like I wanted to die. And it was my fault. I should have insisted on her drinking the beer or maybe distracting her. Talking about math at a party or something stupid like that.

"It's alright dear. Just let it all out. I don't mind." I lied, attempting to give her at least some sort of comfort. She continued to violently puke for the next two minutes before crashing on the floor and instantly falling asleep. I picked up her fragile body and placed her on my bed. I pulled the blanket over her and she instantly curled up to it. Even with slightly messy makeup, a lipstick stain on her teeth, and her hair drowned in vomit she still looked like an absolute fucking angel. I grabbed a pillow from my bed and laid it on the ground. I layed flat on my back and gave out a loud sigh. The pounding music seemed to subside in the next couple of minutes- either that or I was drunker than I thought. She murmured something in her sleep and I smiled before drifting off into my own sleep.
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Ayyyee how will she react, not like anybody cares because this has zero reads yay fuck me~Rachel