"Man ,do you look buzzed Peach" Tristan comments when I let him inside. After leading him to the lounge,I turn on the lights and point to the couch where he should sit. He smells of alcohol and cigarettes and I love it. It might just be that I'm intoxicated because cigarettes usually turn me off.
He throws off his black baseball jacket and places it on the couch. His toned but lanky chest is covered in a gray muscle vest . The black skinnies hang low and the matching boots give him an alluring edge.
"An entire bottle of wine will do that to you..." I slur , sitting myself on the spot next to his jacket on the love seat.
He pushes his hair out of his eyes, smirking at me.
"So is this some singles party you forgot to invite me to then Peachy? I thought we had something." He jokes
"Hardy hah hah bozo , I was just a little lonely so I whipped out some of the good stuff." I reply with a smile
"On a Sunday? Are you preppies on holiday for being spoiled or will you be nursing a major hangover at school tomorrow?" He laughs
"Hey I'm not spoiled..." I whine , then continue. " I'm not going to school tomorrow , I'm calling in sick..... I've never missed school before but there is a first time for everything right?"
"Yeah well and your parents will let you?" he says looking doubtful. The couch dips as he takes his sit beside me. He hangs his hand on the headrest above me and shifts closer to me .
"Well they're never here so its not their decision. Can you believe the last time I saw my mom was at the funeral? ..." I say, letting out a bitter laugh
"And your father?"
"The day I met you at the cemetery and worst of all he'd brought a woman home with him. I'd just seen him that morning!" I must be more drunk than I think, otherwise why am I babbling my secrets like I have a bad case of word diarrhea.
"Uh and that's a problem why? He is a grown man after all!" he comments , confused
"Well a grown married man, who according to my knowledge has a happy, stable family." I say shakily
"Shit okay! You deserve a stronger drink than wine then" He mutters, heading to the lounge bar. He pulls out multiple drinks that I'm sure I can't handle and mixes them . He pours them into martini glasses and brings them to us. While he sets them down, I take my phone and order Chinese for the both of us.
"So why are you not in bed or doing homework right now... I mean you make kickass drinks but?.." I ask after taking a sip of the sweet concoction.
"Nah I'd rather spend my time drinking with a pretty girl. Let's just say my folks aren't a far cry from yours." he answers dryly
"Well in that case then, let's drink to our parents and you trying to get me drunk." We clink glasses and down our drinks together . A few minutes later our food arrives and we devour the hot goodness. When we're done, I turn on the music and we drink some more.
I've downed eight of those things when Sade's Your love is king, comes on. Since we'd been dancing together and we're the only people at this turn up, we dance to this together.
We face each other, I wrap my arms around his neck while his go around my waist. I lay my cheek on his chest and we sway to the jazz jam together. Its hot ,really not just temperature wise,but its sexy as hell.
His hand lowers to my butt and he pulls me closer, eliminating whatever space is between us. My breath hitches and I look up at him. Its not as slow as they look in the movies , nor is there hesitation. Our lips collide! I open my mouth to allow his tongue full access. He tastes like alcohol and candy and I soak it all up.
Its rough and intense. His hands are roaming all your over my body, setting my skin alight. I whimper and push into him more. We start moving and he hoists me up so my legs are wrapped around his waist.
He carries us upstairs and into the first bedroom, which luckily is mine. We make it to my bed and our clothes come off pretty fast. He is not gentle or sweet about it. He breaks into me and it hurts like shit but eventually the pleasure comes . We get done and have a repeat episode two more times before we snuggle and sleep.
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When I wake up the next morning my head hurts and I'm nauseous. As any other Cali morning , its hot and the naked body next to mine isn't helping. I feel irky and I therefore don't care to study Tristan's gorgeous features.
Since he is knocked out , I decide walking to the shower naked is not that big of a deal. I look back and I'm met by the red stain that represents my lost chastity. Well that's not how I envisioned my first time romance wise, but it was amazing physically. I smile at myself and head for the shower. I take a long ,hot one in hopes to lessen the soreness on my body.
20 refreshing minutes later , I emerge with underwear from the shelve in the bathroom on. Tristan is sitting on the edge of my bed starring at the red stain on the sheet. Oh glob! Color me embarrassed! Why is he doing that, I mean I am ,no was.....a virgin but so what? Right?
"Peach Come here!" he orders. I comply without hesitation, I just want to get it over and done with. I stand in front of him looking down at his blue eyes. He smiles up at me, his dimples making a show that heats my down low. He pulls me by the waist and I straddle him. He kisses me with a renewed fervor.
When he pulls away he sits me on his left and starts to talk.
"Look Ava, I won't pretend I regret what happened. Not even the way it happened in our drunk state. But Peach I'm sorry your first time was not romantic. It was with me and not the love of your life. I'm sorry for you but I'm not really sorry!"
I look at him puzzled at first, then I burst out laughing. I guess that was weird. I pout at him and then kiss him hard and fast. We do a lot more than kiss and before you worry we used protection each time. Even last night.
Around lunch we finally make it out of bed, eat cereals and clean up. When we're done he gathers his stuff and I walk him out. Its only then that I notice he'd come over with a silver Mercedes SLS, oh that's so hot. He salutes me and then he is off.
A\N
well I know they're moving fast but there is a reason. So it starts you guys
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Kiss of death
Teen FictionSometimes fate has a different plan and though it might hurt, the end of the line proves worth the pain. Ava learns that when she loses the love of her life and falls into a depression. But when equally broken Tristen is thrust into her life they ca...