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7: WRECK

« HARRY »

My lips glided themselves over her neck, and all I could feel was her hair wrapped around one hand, and the wetness between her legs in the other. Her hair was damp from when she recklessly ran into water in the bay, and her hand was placed on my chest as the other was led me down her hallway.

"My parents aren't home" she drunkenly said to me, bringing us into her room.

My mind was solely running on the alcohol I had consumed, nothing else seeming to matter but what my drunken state had wanted. She was pushed on the bed, and I crawled atop of her with another thud following after me. My tongue slid down to her chest, hearing high-pitched moans escape her mouth. Harsh kisses trailed on my neck, as my shirt was taken off.

Avery was her name from what I remembered, and her hands remained themselves only on my waist as my hips pierced into hers. Our breathing filling up the room with heat.

I felt her presence as she turned over, and I slid my hand up her skirt—a gasp escaping her mouth. Breathing reached my ear, and lips nibbled on my lobe as my fingers stroked Avery softly.

I could smell the alcohol we had consumed in the air. Pulling away from Avery, I lied back on the bed, and closed my eyes. Then suddenly, I inhaled sharply as lips wrapped themselves around me. I grasped onto the short hair, feeling it go up and down on me. I bucked my hips upward, feeling it get tighter around me as I did so. A moan escaped my lips as I arched my head backward.

"Fuck" I mumbled out, looking down at the wavy brown hair falling between my legs. The chokes only getting me all the more excited. A necklace dragged behind back and forth, a small coin on a chain that I couldn't make out.

I began to thrust harder, feeling close to finishing. Both of my hands grasped tufts of thick hair as a final thrust was left within me, then my muscles relaxed as one last moan left my mouth.

I lied back in the bed, watching Avery as she fell asleep.

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The pounding in my head slowly woke me, and the blinding sun through the curtains made my migraine all the worse. With a groan, I sat up from the mattress and noticed Avery lied next to me. Squinting from the beating rays, I glanced at the clock.

My eyes widened, "Shit" I muttered underneath my breath as I noticed it was seven in the morning on my first day of school.

I rushed out of the bed, slipping all my clothing on as if it'd make a difference in my tardiness. I tiptoed out of the house, brushing out of the front door, and reaching for my car keys in my pocket. Yet, panic filled my chest as I felt my pockets were empty. I quickly yanked my head back and forth in anxiousness as I found no trace of my dad's car around the house.

"Shit, shit, shit" I continued to mumble, walking into the middle of the small street, "I'm going to fucking die" I muttered out, bringing my hands to meet the roots of my hair.

With one final breath, I began running down the street and through the route I remembered led to my house. Once I arrived, I examined any entrance I can use besides the front door in order to avoid my mother's wrath since she was surely awake at this hour. I hoisted myself up the drainpipe, using every inch of my strength in attempting not to slide back down. When my window was reached, I huffed out to slide it open. Eventually pushing myself into my room with a thud.

I breathed heavily as I lied on my carpet, bringing my fingers through my sweaty hair as I stared at the ceiling.

"What on Earth were you doing?" I heard a high-pitched voice come from the hallway.