Tracy eagerly awaited Bryan's arrival to pick her up for the party. The anticipation felt electric, coursing through her veins and making her heart race. She found herself obsessively counting down the minutes, her mind racing with thoughts of what the night might hold. In her rush to finish dinner, her mother gently admonished, "Tracy, the meal isn't going anywhere. Please, take your time and eat properly." But Tracy's excitement made it nearly impossible for her to savor the moment or attend to anything with calm. Once everyone had exchanged their goodnights and "I love yous," she hurried to her room, took a swift shower, and meticulously styled her hair.
Standing in front of the mirror, she added a touch of mascara and lip plumper, admiring how the simple enhancements made her feel more confident. Her heart raced at the thought of Bryan. When she glanced at the clock, it was already 10:50. Panic set in as she quickly dressed, adjusting her shirt and tucking her turtleneck into her jeans. She slipped on her favorite pair of heels, a slight boost that made her feel taller, and donned her jacket, giving herself one last glance in the mirror before quietly heading downstairs.
At 11:15, Bryan called, his voice warm and reassuring. "Hey, sweetheart, are you ready? I'll be there in a few minutes." Tracy responded eagerly, "Yes, I'm waiting for you." After ending the call, she waited a few minutes before hearing a car honking outside, followed by a text reading, "Here." She looked out the window and noticed his car waiting, the headlights cutting through the evening darkness.
She descended the stairs quietly, careful not to disturb her family, and slipped into the car. Bryan turned to her with a smile that made her heart flutter. "You look absolutely stunning, sweetheart." Tracy blushed, touched by his compliment, and he started the car as they set off toward the party, her mind swirling with possibilities.
Upon arrival, it was evident that the party was already in full swing. Loud music reverberated through the air, and guests milled about on the lawn, laughter and shouts mixing with the rhythm of the bass. Some were visibly intoxicated, sprawled out in various states of inebriation. Tracy inquired about the party's schedule, and Bryan explained, "The main festivities don't start until midnight. People arrive early to indulge in drinks beforehand." She noted, "It seems quite a few are already tipsy," and Bryan chuckled, guiding her inside.
Inside, the atmosphere was dense with the mingling scents of alcohol and sweat. The space was crowded, with people pressed together, their interactions charged with frenetic energy. Tracy felt a twinge of self-consciousness as she navigated through the throngs of partygoers, but Bryan's presence made the environment more bearable. He introduced her to his circle of friends with casual ease. "Everyone, this is Tracy," he said, pointing to each person in turn: "This is Noah, Josh, Teddy, and Samantha." Their greetings were polite, but there was an unsettling glint in their eyes, as if they harbored an unspoken understanding that Tracy wasn't privy to. She chose not to dwell on it and focused on Bryan, whose attention was a lifeline amidst the chaos.
Bryan settled Tracy into a seat, assuring her he would be nearby. As she attempted to blend into the crowd, determined to avoid previous blunders, she watched as Bryan mingled effortlessly. He moved like a star through a constellation of acquaintances, while she felt like a distant planet, orbiting around him. Eventually, Bryan returned with a red cup, extending it toward her with a playful grin.
"Here, try this," he said, encouragingly. Tracy took a sip and grimaced at the unpleasant taste. Bryan and his friends found her reaction amusing, and he laughed, "Have you ever had alcohol?"
"No," she replied, her cheeks flushing.
"Then tonight, we'll introduce you to the art of drinking," Noah said, their voices a chorus of mischief. Although apprehensive about becoming inebriated, Tracy didn't want to seem uncool. Bryan's guidance on drinking soon made the experience more enjoyable, and she began to appreciate the taste of the alcohol, even as it dulled her senses and increased her bravado.
As the night wore on, Bryan led her to the dance floor. Despite her lack of rhythm, she moved along with the music, swaying to the beat under the pulsing lights. Bryan laughed and teased, "I see dancing isn't your forte." Tracy laughed, feeling somewhat self-conscious, and admitted, "I suppose not."
"Let me teach you," he offered, stepping closer. With a gentle hand on her hips, he guided her through the steps. His touch sent shivers down her spine, awakening something within her that made her heart race. After some practice, she found her rhythm, and with each sway, the distance between them shrank. The music enveloped them, and she lost herself in the fun, with Bryan continuously providing drinks. She drank without hesitation, eager to enjoy the evening and be close to him, who had chosen to spend time with her over his friends.
As the night progressed, Bryan introduced her to shots, and she quickly succumbed to the effects of alcohol. The world around her began to blur, the edges of reality softening. She was aware of a sense of euphoria mingling with her growing inebriation, her inhibitions melting away. In the back of her mind, a part of her questioned whether she should be drinking so much, but the thrill of the moment pushed those thoughts aside.
Eventually, they retreated to a quieter spot after engaging in some games. Bryan placed his hands on her waist, pulling her close, and began kissing her. The kisses grew increasingly intense, igniting a fire deep within her. Each brush of his lips felt like electricity, surging through her body, making her feel alive in a way she had never experienced before. They were both eager to remove their clothing, the heat of the moment overwhelming any lingering doubts.
"Shall we take this upstairs? I can make you feel wonderful," Bryan whispered, his voice thick with desire. In her inebriated state, Tracy simply nodded in agreement, a swirl of excitement and trepidation coursing through her.
He led her upstairs to a secluded room, where they continued kissing and exploring each other. Their clothes fell away in a frenzy of urgency and lust, discarded like the barriers they had once maintained. Tracy felt a rush of exhilaration mixed with a hint of uncertainty as Bryan's hands roamed her body, igniting her skin with each caress. She was acutely aware of her heart racing, the way her breath hitched with each touch, and the delicious thrill of vulnerability that washed over her.
Tracy found herself on the bed, her body responding instinctively to Bryan's fervent touch. She felt an intoxicating mix of pleasure and confusion. Was this really happening? Did she want it to happen? Questions danced in her mind, but the haze of alcohol dulled her clarity. Bryan's hands slid under her pants, and as he removed them, a sense of freedom washed over her, mingling with an unfamiliar apprehension.
"Are you ready?" Bryan asked, his eyes dark with desire. Tracy questioned whether she wanted her first experience to be under such circumstances, but quickly set aside her reservations. The moment felt too alive, too charged to resist. She vaguely recalled giving her consent, but the details became muddled as the world around her faded into a blur of sensation.
As Bryan penetrated her with a forceful thrust, pain jolted through her, sharp and raw. It contrasted painfully with the intoxication of the moment, and a flood of panic surged within her. "Please stop," she pleaded, but her voice was scarcely heard over the pulsating music that seemed to drown out her words. She felt lost in the overwhelming sensations—the heat, the pressure, the confusing blend of pleasure and pain.
Tracy's body, caught between conflicting desires, rebelled against the pain, her mind racing to make sense of it all. A part of her was aware of the reality of the moment, yet another part clung to the fantasy that had drawn her in. As she tried to reconcile the two, her vision blurred, and she felt herself slipping away, overwhelmed and unable to endure it. The world faded into darkness, her last thoughts a chaotic blend of confusion and regret, and then she blacked out.
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The Devil Doesn't Bargain
Tajemnica / Thriller"Good morning," Bryan's voice was low and heavy with sleep, and it only served to deepen the ache in her heart. As tears began to well up in her eyes, Bryan's face shifted from warmth to deep concern. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did I do something...
