Kelsy and Erik's parents were made for each other, a true love story. Unfortunately, so were Kelsy and Erik.
When Kelsy's mom marries Erik's dad, the smitten teen has to accept that her mom's new relationship makes Erik off limits. So she settles fo...
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Kesly's (POV)
It had been after my high school graduation. I'd gone to a big party with a bunch of people from my class. Someone had rented a hotel room and there were probably 60 people shoved into a suite at the local Holiday Inn. Dancing and drinking and making out, until the hotel shut it down and told everyone that wasn't on the guest list that they had to leave or the hotel was going to call the cops.
Kids scurried out of that hotel like cock roaches. I had been doing shots of vodka and some knock off brand of energy drink that tasted more like cough syrup than it should have and I was feeling pretty good. I couldn't call Mom and Dad. They weren't stupid, but they didn't approve of underage drinking. I would get a hell of a lecture. Not to mention, it was barely even midnight! I was feeling good and wasn't ready for my party to end.
So I called Erik. I knew he'd come get me, I knew he'd take me back to his place and we'd play video games and he'd probably even let met keep drinking.
Erik came to get me in his roommate's truck. Which was a good thing because I was pretty drunk and probably wouldn't have been able to sit straight on the back of the bike. "NO puking!" He laughed as he helped me into the passenger side, "Brad will have a total shit fit if you throw up in his truck, so if you need me to pull over make sure you tell me!"
I nodded my understanding and giggled as he pulled the seatbelt across my chest and buckled next to my hip. As the strap crossed my shoulder, his hand brushed my breast. I suddenly sobered significantly. I felt the bolt of electricity shooting through me where he'd touched me hardening my nipples against the tight fabric of the tank top I was wearing while a throbbing heat moved through my insides, dampening my panties as I thought how it would feel to have his hands on my skin.
All the way back to his place he laughed and teased me about being drunk. His roommates weren't home, Brad worked nights. He usually got a ride with a co-worker so Erik would be able to use the truck if he needed it. Jason was on some sort of epic backpacking trip.
Erik called Mom and Dad to let them know where I was so they wouldn't worry, then he asked if I wanted a drink.
We sat on the living room floor, leaning against the couch, drinking vodka and cranberry juice. I was too drunk to handle the controls for his game system and I kept dying so he put in a movie that we ignored while we drank and talked.
Everything about the memory of that night still brings a smile to my lips. Everything up to the point where it all went terribly wrong. I looked down at the postcards and my eyes went out of focus.
I knew it was a bad idea when I did it, but I couldn't stop myself. We had been talking about my last boyfriend at the time and how he had broken up with me and told me I was ugly. Erik had looked me right in the eye and told me how beautiful I was and to never let another boy convince me otherwise.
