Make It Or Break It

Present

Michael

"Fuck!" I hit the steering wheel and rolled my head against the headrest.

I had just left Brandon and Ali's and was parked in front of the frat house. I couldn't get Lauren out of my head.

I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and pulled up her number. It wasn't the first time I'd wanted to call her.

I was about to hit call, when the front door of the house burst open, then slammed shut. Four of my frat brothers rushed out. Gary was at the front of the pack, heading straight towards me, face red, fists balled. He was pissed. The others started talking shit, trying to calm him down.

"Dude!" Gary yelled, finger pointed at me.
"You slept with my fucking sister!"

Shit.
Not again.

*****

Can't stay at the frat house because Gary's gone ape shit crazy.

So now I'm back at Brandon and Ali's house to party, buzzed, up against a wall, with some girl's mouth on my neck. Go to any college party and it's the same scene. Only here, it was a little toned down, because these guys were almost pro athletes.

So. This girl on my neck was doing some crazy shit. It was definitely having the opposite effect of what she was intending, but I didn't care enough to pull her off. My attention was on my phone, trying to match up these three colored pieces of fucking candy. It felt like I was trying to work out the next move forever. I chuckled to myself, causing uh, Cindy? Britney? Tiffany? Oops.

Anyway, she pulled back a little, her bright red lipstick smeared around her mouth.

"What's funny?" she asked with that high-pitched baby voice that I hated.

I shook my head, switching the screen off and placing it back in my pocket.

When I brought my eyes back up, I saw her.
Lauren.

She glared at me, mouth partially open, looking hotter than I'd ever seen her.

Stomach. Floor.

She turned to leave and instantly I was moving what's-her-face out of the way so I could get to her. I caught up and pulled her by her arm, into the hallway and into the spare room, closing the door behind her.

She leaned against it, her eyes wide.

I moved so I was in front of her. I took her in from head to toe.
"Holy shit, you look good."

She stayed silent.

I stepped closer. So close our chests were touching. I could hear her breathing heavily, her chest rose and fell with each breath.

Our eyes locked. Our breathing got faster, heavier. I could feel my dick growing and I hadn't even touched her.

She closed her eyes and licked her lips and that was the fucking turning point. My mouth was on hers so fast; she didn't have time to react.

At first it was quick and messy, because I wanted to fucking devour her. But then I calmed myself down enough to realize that she was kissing back.

She was fucking kissing me back.

So I deepened the kiss. My tongue came out, asking for permission. She opened her mouth for me. And instantly my mind filled with memories of when we did this last.

She made a moaning sound, as our tongues came together and I moved closer, pushing myself into her.

We kissed for a few more minutes, not saying a word. Each second that went by-I felt myself losing control with this girl. I had no idea what she was thinking, or how she was feeling, or why she was even letting me have this.

But I didn't care.

Because I wanted her.

So. Fucking. Bad.

She clutched my hair with both her hands and moved me to her neck. I resumed my kissing there. I could hear her trying to catch her breath. One of my hands moved to her thigh, creeping up and under the hem of her short dress, and onto her ass. Her amazing fucking ass; barely covered with whatever panties she was wearing.

"Holy shit." She whispered, bringing my mouth back to hers. Her legs went around my waist.

I pinned her to the wall.

Fuck. Yes.