~ You gotta have life your way. If you ain't losing your mind, you ain't partying right. ~
Emaline Throndsone
Partying isn't my scene, but this one in particular made it engraved into my mind, or maybe it was just a reminder why I was never interested. I felt very uncomfortable in my outfit, or rather Rachel's outfit. It was a slim fit crop top that looked like a bra and a skirt that was so close to showing off my rear end. I felt completely naked
We were in a mansion filled with teenagers that were high, drunk, naked, or all of the above. The mansion was inclined to its name, massive just like it implied. It had a pool that was as huge as a soccer field and as deep as the sea. There were drinks scattered all over, and I think at some point I saw waiters. It was packed with all you could name snacks in the kitchen, and everyone was having a good time. Excluding me.
Rachel was with me until she got swept away by a boy in the dining room while I was left here to watch how their hips swayed together in unison to the music playing in the background. I still don't know why I came here with her, knowing very well I didn't want to actually be here.
I got up from the chair I was sitting in and decided to engage in my pity party in more of a way that was relevant for this occasion. I went to the kitchen and took a shot of Aquavit, and it burned down my throat, leaving a sting of a taste on my tongue. I noticed a presence with me, but I was afraid to look up to find myself right, so I took another shot, and the stare was more tense the more I drank and I couldn't bare doing nothing about it.
Eventually, I looked up to be shocked by who I was seeing. The girl was standing there in a plain black hoodie and pants to match, with her hair let down and pushed behind her ear on one side to expose her low helix and triple ear lobe piercing. She had burgundy color lipstick to match with her hair but didn't seem to have makeup on.
"Checking me out again?" She asked the same question as we had last met
"Not this again." I replied as I took in another shot, and I could feel my body starting to change. I was tipsy and about to get drunk
"Aren't you getting drunk?" She asked sarcastically as she made her way beside me and took out a cup urging me to pour some of the alcohol for her as well.
I looked at her as she downed her drink and saw how her veins showcased themselves on her fingers of her well manicured hands, with black color nails at almond length. She definitely didn't have any flaws.
"Who did you come with that abandoned you for you to end up drinking in the kitchen on your own?" She questioned me as if she knew the story before I had to tell her, but why ask if you already knew, right?
"This other chick, Rachel." As soon as I said her name, she nodded, presumably showing that she knew who I was talking about, but if she did, she didn't show it nor did she make a conversation out of it
She came closer towards me, standing a few inches in front of me. She caged me into her arms, either one beside me, and I couldn't bring myself to move. I stayed still for a few moments as she analyzed me, not sure what to do in this situation. I wanted to turn around and focus on the drink on the table behind me, but the other part of me was battling indecisiveness of actually wanting physical touch with her.
She leaned into my neck, trailing soft kisses up to my ear as her hands simultaneously went from my thighs upwards on my legs. Her hands found my rear end, and she gave it a squeeze before picking me up to sit on the counter. I put my hands behind me for balance and exposed my neck to give her more room. She started to
nibble on my ear,not leaving too much saliva
"What's your name?" She wisperd into my ear, gripping my thighs and getting a sensational sigh out of me
"Emaline." I answered honestly
She backed away from me and then trailed her eyes all over my body before capturing me in a kiss. Her kiss was more inflamed than the drink that went down my throat. I moved my lips with her rhythm and put my hands around her neck, pulling her closer towards me. She slowly dragged her hands underneath my top, reaching my breast and giving them a squeeze, earning a moan from me
"There you are!I can't deal with you, Brielle. Get off of her."
Was the last thing I heard before I fell on the floor. I feel like I can't breathe, and am I bleeding?
Author's mote
Surprise ,surprise. Do comment on what you think. Do vote. Thank you for still reading. Do continue. I love piercings, and I'm definitely a sucker for tattoos. Is it classified as having sex as a girl with another girl? Or are you still a birgin? Other than that
Queen A out 👻
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