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Chapter Four.

ALLIE ROSE

Doing "it" for the first time really does hurt. Other girls say that you hardly feel anything but I felt something, it did hurt but soon it subsided and felt really good. Fantastic, in fact.

I couldn't believe I've finally done it, with someone ten years older than me. And drunk. Very drunk. The good thing about doing it with an older guy is that their more experienced and know what they're doing. They know where it feels good and where it doesn’t. Doesn't matter, I enjoyed it very much. It espicially helped that I was drunk and it helped to drown the pain a little bit.

We didn't do it just once, or twice but three times. He was pretty damn amazing.

Once we'd finished for the third time. I snuggled into his side, resting my head on his solid chest, closing my eyes and sighing softly with happiness.

"D' ye regret it love?" Jimmy whispers to me. His accent is so strong it takes me a while to fully understand what he said. I figured it out eventually. I learned a lot of scouse through Frankie. But Frankie only taught me the basics.

Shaking my head slowly, I tilt my head up to look at him. "No, I dont regret it. You're just so damn sexy," I giggle.

"Ahh, well I'm glad ye don’t," Jimmy replies with a soft, deep, sexy chuckle.

"Oh... please dont do that again.."

"Do what?" Jimmy looks down at me with a confused expression. The exact same expression Frankie wears when he gets confused.

Laughing a little at myself because of his reaction. "Well, don't do that chuckle. Makes me all tingly again, wanting you again."

A slow, creepy smirk starts to spread onto his face realising what I just said to him.

"Well, we could go for a forth time?" he purred, slowly moving his hand down the side of my body, resting against my upper thigh.

Moving my hand towards his, I grip his fingers and fully remove his hand from my thigh. "Oh Jimmy, as much as I'd like to, I cant. I have school in the morning and it's already late."

"Yeh, and don’t tell Frankie."

"Hmm."

I didnt realise how tired I was. Leaning my head back onto his chest I listen to the soft, steady beat of his heart.

I like the sound of his heartbeat.

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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Rolling over to the side of the bed, I stretch my arm out towards my bedside table, feeling around for the fucking stupid alarm clock.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Slaming my hand all over the bedside table my hand finally connects with the stupid alarm clock.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

"I'll fucking show you beep, beep, beep." Getting a firm hold onto the clock I push it off of the table and let it smash on the floor.

Rolling back over onto my side, I start to take in how I exactly feel.

Okay, yes, my head hurts. Badly. I've got a blinding headache that I know will stay with me for the whole day. Then I feel that my stomach isn't feeling that well either. It's giving off a sicky sort of feeling, I just hope I dont throw up anytime soon. My mouth is so dry and my tongue feels really thick and… icky. I need a glass of water.