QUICK WARNING: Contains very mature content. Next chapter reveals the answers to any questions from this one. Continue if you dare ;-)
It's been three months since I spent the night at the hospital. Simon left me yesterday for another business trip, leaving me with all the boys this time. Tom and I have been hanging out a lot and have learned a lot about each other. Since the boys are always in the living room wanting to give Tom a hard time, we stay in my room.
As we lay in my bed, I grab Tom's hand and start to play with his fingers. Since I do this all the time, he doesn't mind at all. All of a sudden the guys burst through the door with big smiles on their faces, scaring me so much that i fall off the bed.
"Gee, thanks for knocking guys," I say getting off the floor with Tom's help.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you Mel. We just have some news for you," Alex says with an even bigger smile.
"Shut up Alex. We're having a party tonight and we wanted to tell you last minute," Ethan says smacking his younger brother.
"Alright, thanks for telling me. I appreciate it."
"There is more to it than that Mel," James interjects. "There is going to be a lot of people there and there is going to be alcohol. Oh, you have to attend wearing something hot whether you want to or not."
After that the guys leave the room. Once the door is shut, I groan and fall backwards. Why do they have to have a party. All of these things are open, so any creep could come. Yes, even Cameron can come. I hate my life so much.
"Are you alright there," Tom's says breaking me from my thoughts. " You seem stressed."
"I hate their parties. They always let who ever wants to come just walk in. Any piece of trash can come, which means Cameron can come," I say covering my face with a pillow.
"That just means I'll have to stay with you all night long."
Five hours later, the a party is in full swing and I lost track of Tom. When I find him again, he is making out with some brunett. I feel a little hurt, but it gets worse when they go into the closet and don't come out for awhile. So, at an attempt to mend my broken heart, I go to the kitchen and down some really strong drinks. I down like ten of them before Ethan comes in. He kicks me out of the kitchen, unaware of how much I drank.
I walk around the house and a bunch of guys give the their numbers. I think it's because I'm wearing a black tank top that shows a lot of cleavage, jean shorts with small holes and rips all over them. My shoes choice is cowboy boots and my hair is needle point straight. As I continue to walk, I bump into someone. The guy turns around, grabs my arm, and drag me to the kitchen for more drinks. Afterwards I'm so drunk that I can't stand and the stranger carries me up stair and somehow knows exactly where my room is.
He lays me down on the bed then lays on top of me. I go to say something, but his lips gently connect with mine. Soon, he moves to my jaw peppering soft kisses along it. He gets to my ear and starts peppering kisses down my neck. A soft, involuntary moan escapes my lips, so he starts to suck on that spot.
As he sucks, the man strategically takes my tank top off and throws it across the room. His hand starts to wonder around my back until her find my bra clasp. He then takes both hands and undoes my bra and proceeds to throw it across the room. Not thinking about what's going on, I grab the hem of his shirt and lift it over his head revealing a perfect six pack.
He goes back up to my lips, shoving his tongue down my throat. I feel him undoing my shorts and start to slide them down. He moves away so he can take my shorts off, leaving me in nothing but my panties and cowboy boots. My eyes are blurry from the drinks I had, so I can't make out his facial features. He leads my hand to his chest and slides it down to the button and zipper of his pants. I undo them and he allows me to take them off him.
He has no boxers on, so before he takes the rest of my clothes off, he puts on a condom. Afterwards, he finishes stripping me and makes me swallow a pill. After I down the pill, he opens my legs and starts going to town, making sure he thrusts as hard as possible...
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Sorry for those of you that didn't appreciate this. It's kinda graphic, so I'm really sorry. Thanks for reading. Please comment who you think get to sleep with Melody. :-)
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