veronica [z.m]

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                mandy tripped over her own feet and stumbled over a step of the large,elegant staircase as she tugged on the hand of what she could only hazily assume to be was that of a soon-to-be one night stand. she had just arrived from the absolutely insane party that some of the seniors from st. peter's academy, another boarding school just downtown of new york, was hosting. it was the talk of both alma maters and there was no way she was going to be the odd man out and miss it. so after a night of dancing and seductive grinding with random strangers, she had taken seven tequila shots and consumed eleven bottles of cheap beer. she also had a drag of a joint or two, just to get loose. because of her semi-conscious state of mind, she decided to take a taxi back home so she could have a little fun, if you caught her drift.

she stuck her hand out and felt something hard and cold. she looked up and made out a very very blurry room number: 7.. 4.. 8, number 748.  she let out a small hiccup and grinned; it was her dorm room. amanda shakily stuck her hand in the pocket of her black skinnies and pulled out her keys, before dropping them. without thinking twice—not that she could really think logically anyhow—, she bent over and reached out for them and squealed when they groped at her butt. the person kneeled down beside her and mumbled a low compliment in her ear.

"that's a fine lil' ass you got going there, baby girl,"  they groaned loudly before nibbling gently on her earlobe. amanda stood up and smacked the person's arm gently but playful. 

"w-wait—" hiccup " —wait until w-we're inside silly," she giggled, slurring her words. holy hell was she wasted. and holy hell, was too drunk to care.

after a few minutes of fumbling with the keys and dropping them again a few times, the door opened with a click and both stumbled inside. she couldn't really focus on much except for a few shapes and figures. it was rather dark in her room and the only source of light she had was the moonlight, illuminating her room, her lover, and her. it didn't bother her though. it felt.. romantic. but she was impatient and needed to be taken care of. thankfully, they had the same idea.   

mandy moaned as she felt them attack her neck roughly, obviously leaving purple and red marks at every inch of visible skin was there. she gripped onto their back and wrapped a long around their waist, grinding her crotch against her partner's thigh. she had hoped they'd clue in and realize what she really wanted and luckily, she made her point fairly (very) obvious. she was pushed onto her made bed and sighed with pleasure as she felt her jeans and panties being taken off and a moisturized mouth make its way to the one place it's been needing attention most. that was second to last memory. 

a tongue licking at her vaginal area, fingers pumping quickly in and out, her screams echoing off the cream-colored walls, and a fuzzy feeling returning to her skull. and then she made eye contact at some part of it. at some part of it, they stopped. she looked down, wondering why they didn't continue and she couldn't really tell; everything was so blotchy but she saw one thing that would forever be burned in her memories.

the eyes. they were the most piercing, most terrifying, and most beautiful pair of eyes she'd ever seen in her life. they made her heart pound faster than ever and made her feel emotions she had never known to be of existence. she whimpered gingerly and thrusted her hips upwards.

"please.. k-keep going." they smiled victoriously and resumed the activity. she felt light-headed from what she assumed the sexual experience. she figured the alcohol and the weed may have been a factor but she didn't want to think; she wanted to feel. and so she let herself slip into an insentient feeling from her sex, but that wasn't the case at all. in fact, it was far from it.