The party effects

Part Two

At the party

I was about 10 drinks, 5 shots in. I have been all up in my boyfriend Wyatt all night. Wyatt and I have always been their for each other. That's one of the reasons why we are dating. I hold his athletic, mescaline body while we dance together. While I began to drink more I'm beginning to get sloppier. Wyatt begins to notice.

"Hey El. Wanna go to your room?" He asks

"Of course." Not thinking steight. We head to my room, I'm ALL over him. Kissing him rubbing him. We get to my room.

"Hey!!!! Get out of here!!!!" I hear Wyatt shout at some people doing it in my room. They leave and while that went down Wyatt had slipped away from me. He sat in my desk chair. I spin him around to face me. I sit on him facing him. I began to get sexual with him again. He doesn't respond back. He just sits their.

"Hey. Babe, are you ok? Do you not want to do this?" I ask him. Wondering if he only sees me as a friend even tho we have been dating for 3 years.

"No, I'm not." I stop

"why?" I ask

"Not like this El! I don't want our first time to be like this!" He raises his voice.

"Like what?" I question not understanding because I'm drunk.

"YOU'R DRUNK! THAT MEANS YOUR NOT THINKING RIGHT!" I began to cry. He has never yelled at me. I get off his lap and sit on my bed. He comes over to be after a second. He touches my hand thats on my leg.

"Don't touch me!" I tell him.

"I'm sorry El, I'll come check on you before I leave. I'm gonna see if anyone needs a ride home. I lay down. He puts a blanket over me. He tuches my hand again. I pull it away. "Love you" he tells me and studys me for a sec. Then walks out.

He left me their. All alone. Filled with sadness. I fall asleep.

"It will be ok El." I hear a familiar voice say. I notice that voice is pulling down my thong. His pants are already down and his penis is hard. He holds my hands against my bed I try and get him off of me but it's to late.

"No! Stop! Get off of me!! Help! Where's Wyatt! I want Wyatt! Where is he!! Help!" I yell with my voice getting weaker and weaker. "Get off of me! Now!" I tell him. "Please" I beg.
I pass out.

"El!" Wyatt yells. He runs to me on the bed with my legs sped apart, passed out, with my underwear no wear to be found. "El!! El!! Wake up damit! Please El!" Wyatt begins to beg and cry.

"Wyatt?" I say with my weak voice.

"El! What happend?!?" He begs for me to know what happend.

"What? We had sex." I tell him

"What?!? El, I left to take some people home cause they couldn't drive. You had sex with someone?"

"Y, I don't feel good." I throw up all over myself, him, and my bed.

I didn't remember what happened. All I remember was that I had sex. Didn't remember the whole story so I put two and two together and said that I had sex with Wyatt.

"Sorry" I say wiping my mouth.

"It's ok. This is the least of my worries" he tells me. But I don't understand what it means. He gets up and goes to my closet and get's two of his sweatshirts out. He carefully takes off his shirt and puts the sweatshirt on. He comes over to me. "Ok, El. I'm gonna take your shirt off and put my sweatshirt on you is that ok?" He asks me.

"Babe, we just had sex! Of course it is!" I tell him. He takes off my shirt carefully and puts his sweatshirt on me. He grabs the blanket and puts it on the floor and throws the shirts on top.

"We are gonna talk in the morning about everything that happed tonight tommorow. I'm gonna kick out everyone who is still here ok." He kisses my forhead and I go under my covers and go to sleep. He takes the throw up stuff with him. He puts it on the washing machine and goes down stairs. He turns the lights on and starts telling people to get out. One by everyone but us two are left in the house. Wyatt cleans up a little while he thinks about what I said. About me saying that we had sex and we really didn't. He goes upstairs and goes to the laundry room and puts the grossness in the washing machine and does the laundry. He grabs some extra blankets and a pillow and sets his spot up on the floor in my room.