Rich H.S

Part 10

Your mind was fixated on the sight of Harry snorting cocaine off your tits long after he actually did it. He had such a good grip on your breast you could still feel it even as you watched him blow out his little 3-9 candles and close his eyes childishly to make a wish. While the effects of the cocaine hadn't really hit you yet, Harry was smiley as anything as soon as he entered his house.

Maybe he wasn't as tolerant to things as when he was younger. It made sense for that to be the reason why you only felt tipsy rather than anything different. The drive had sobered you up significantly but as soon as you got back you grabbed another drink.

You both managed to somehow avoid questions when you got inside, Harry beelining for Will while you veered off in the other direction so no one would catch you together.

Your parents believed your excuse of being with Archie and in the formal lounge, since he had disappeared earlier around the same you did. He probably smelt you in Harry's room and decided to stay in there a bit. Archie was one of the most sociable dogs you knew, but after too much socialising he hit a wall and needed alone time, just like any person.

The entire time you were singing happy birthday, all you could think about was his cock in your mouth and the way his fingers felt inside you. The hole he created in the crotch of your stockings luckily didn't go too far down your thighs, so it was hidden well under your dress. God, but all you could think about was him bending you over and just pushing your underwear aside like he did earlier and fucking you still in your clothes.

It was such easy access. The thought sent shivers up your spine.

Once the singing was over, you could see all the women interested in him start to swarm a little to wish him personal happy birthdays, a sight that made you roll your eyes and scull your drink finished. You couldn't stand those women, even though you had grown up with most of them and actually had a decent relationship with them.

When Harry got involved however, you were happy to never speak to them again if it meant you'd have him to yourself. God, it sounds fucking crazy when you put it like that.

You decided to grab another drink to distract yourself from your jealousy. Your eyes met his across the room as you crossed the floor to the bar. A sickening smirk curled on his lips looking at you, his eyes dark and slightly bloodshot from his high.

Hopefully no one was looking too close at his eyes, or yours for that matter.

The high you were waiting for came suddenly, and when it did it felt like your entire body was floating. It was a wonderful, happy experience that made a wide smile emerge on your face as you approached the bartender. He was young and almost boyish looking but seemed similar in age to you.

You couldn't remember what you said that made him laugh, but a wide grin grew on his lips and suddenly you were launched into a laughter-filled conversation as he made your drink. Even after he finished, he kept leaning over the bar to talk to you and you were loving it. He was nice and sweet, and everything that came out of his mouth was funny.

The reality was probably different, but your high felt so good you didn't even care if you were making a fool out of yourself. To anyone else you appeared drunk, at least that's what you hoped.

Across the room Harry was having a very different conversation, one that made his blood boil while simultaneously making his cock hard. The cocaine had given him a sufficient high that he actually felt happy receiving the many 'happy birthdays' from the various women from the neighbourhood. He even thanked each with a kiss on the cheek and a flash of his signature smirk.

Before you he would've been happy without the cocaine, but now every woman he saw just paled in comparison and he could barely stand their company even for a minute.