I Got the Virgin Pregnant.

01. Drunken Nights

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I don't think some of ya'll will take that the right way lol

I'm v dirty minded as you can probably tell, and this story isn't going to be so clean 😂😂

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My heel clicked onto the wooden ground, specifically my special heels for the first crazy night. my eyes roam around the room grasping at every object. I saw people dancing on each other, sweat flying from every direction. Couples where making out on couches gripping on each other if ya know what I mean.

I sat down by the house's bar taking in the scene. The sudden smell of alcohol reached my nose making it scrunch up in displeasure.

"Here try to some!" There was a plastic cup shoved in my face making me jolt slightly backwards. I looked to my side and saw Nathan, one of my best friends. I shook my head not being able to stand the smell of liquor.

He nodded shoving it in my face once again. "Loosen up!" He screeched.

"Brody should be here, I don't want to be drunk when he does get here." I explain to Nathan speaking of my boyfriend, the popular jock which every girl desired. Not to brag of course, but he had a football scholarship at Wilkinson University where we all attended.

Nathan scoffed rolling his eyes the drink in his hands still. "Please Carson. we all know you won't get drunk. You're too afraid to, eventually Brody will arrive, get wasted, fuck another girl, you'll drive him home, and then you'll head back to the apartment." Nathan said simply taking a sip from the plastic cup that originally was mine.

I stood up from the seat I had taken by the bar, I glared at Nathan making him shrug. He had absolutely no filter.

"If you makes you feel any better I heard Walmart just opened a new section called heartbreak and you could just buy cartons and cartons of ice cream." He took another sip from the drink, okay now he was getting to my head.

I took the drink from his hand.

"I'm not afraid of anything." I look down at the cup swirling the drink inside.

"Then drink it honey." Macy, my other best friend, said from the counter preparing the drinks. She needed the extra cash, I don't judge.

This is not peer pressure. Because they know me, and they know I won't drink the beverage.

But I'll prove them wrong.

My lips connected onto the cup and that's when I took my first gulp.

The liquor poured down my throat, burning its way down rubbing roughly against the inside of my mouth. My eyes were shut somehow the pain releasing as I applied more pressure on my eyelids. I sipped more trying to empty the cup, my grip around it becoming tighter as I chugged faster.

I could hear slight cheers from both friends that had somehow convinced me to attend this party. I opened my eyes finally, I gulped faster trying to get the taste from continuing to take over my small mouth.

I finally took one last gulp, it burned. My throat not yet use to the pain this pleasure came with.

Suddenly, my lips disconnected from the plastic clear cup. Left behind was the imprint of my red plumped lips. I made a disgusted face handing the cup back to Macy. Clearly not content with how the liquor had tasted & gone down.