Apartment

Apartment // Three.

WARNING THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES: ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION, DRUG USE AND SEXUAL ACTIVITY.

As I approach the handsome man, Harry quickly goes to my side holding me close to him; his hand on my hip.

"Hello... I'm Luna. You must be Matthew." I extend my arm to shake his hand.

He looks down and starts chuckling looking up at me. His laugh was a melodious song, it made my heart flutter. "Call me Matty, beautiful."

My face and neck automatically become hot, thankfully my darker complexion does not show it. "Matty it is." I smile.

"You have a gorgeous smile," then he looks at Harry, "she's a keeper mate."

Then I realize what is going on, I squirm out of Harry's grip. He was doing it again, being protective. Why couldn't he understand I was old enough to make my own decisions? That guys are allowed to hit on me, and nothing bad will happen.

I laugh nervously, "oh no no no no no." I respond quickly. "No Harry and I aren't dating, we're just friends."

"Best friends." Harry adds sternly, while smiling. He says looking at me, but then looking at Matty.

I supoose this is Harry's way of saying I am off limits, Matty understands.

"Let's go to the party," I say trying to relieve the tension in the room. I walk out swaying my hips a little more than usual, I can feel Matty staring.

As we are on the rooftop Matty is called out by my group of friends. That is when Harry grabs my arm and takes me to semi-quiet and empty corner. He looks my stern in the eyes and says "what the fuck was that?"

I act innocently "what was what?"

"Oh you know exactly what I'm talking about!" Harry raises his voice "flirting, swaying your hips, all of that."

I stand my ground when I tell him "so what? How does that hurt anyone? You flirt with every girl you see. So why can't I?"

"Because he's Matty."

"You're saying anyone else but him?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Luna, just not him okay. I want you to be his friend, to help him."

I sigh, but then blurt out "but why can't I fuck him in the process?"

"Damn, how long has it been? Since you've had sex?" He asks.
I bite my lip, contemplating if I should tell him or not. I muster up the courage look him straight in the eyes "About a year," I add "about mid-July."

He looks at me, wide-eyed, mouth almost gaping open "you mean since..."

"Yup, since you and I fucked."
Nope, it wasn't a drunken mistake, and no it wasn't planned out or even discussed.
It was a hot summer night when it began, Harry was at my place, because his air conditioning system broke down, and he couldn't stand the heat. So he came over, tequila and beer in one hand, weed in the other. We drank all day, and smoked all night.
We soon fell asleep, the next morning we awoke, no headaches, we didn't drink much and the weed helped a bit. I realized I was only in my underwear and a tight crop top and Harry was in his boxers. He noticed too.
We both looked at each others eyes and we said "are you thinking what I'm thinking?" No seconds were spared, no other words were wasted. Harry climbed on top of me and began kissing me, it soon turned into a heated make out. He kissed down my collar bone, and massage my breast, making me moan as he sucked on it until it started to hurt; he flicked his tongue over the sensitive area to soothe it.
My hands were caressing his abs and strong biceps, then my hands went over his boxers patting him, teasing him. He growled at me "so that's how you want to play."
He left a trail of kisses down my stomach that led into my inner thigh. He then spoke directly into my thighs "I'm going to make you feel great babe." Sending vibrations all over my body. My hands shot down to my thighs I couldn't take it anymore but Harry held them up with one hand, looked me straight in the he an said "that's my job sweetheart." Kissing me roughly as he removed my soaking panties with his free hand, he rubbed the outside of me slowly and gently.
I was going to scream, so I demanded "Harry I need you!" So he did as I demanded, he shot in three fingers into me all at once, pumping in and out rapidly. I almost reached my climax when he stopped. Pointing at his 'problem' in his boxers he said "my turn."
I didn't want to waste anymore time. He sat up, I slid down his boxers and started pumping him, then I licked the pre-cum off of him and took him all in. Bobbing my head now, I could feel him twitching inside of me but before he could release I said he had to be inside of me. I grabbed a condom from my side table and threw it to him. He put it on, as soon as he was done, I pushed him against the bed, I wasn't going to make him do all the work, that not my style. So I inserted his member inside of me, and began riding him. He grabbed my hips and was bouncing up and down. "Fuck, you're so tight" he moaned. We were both moaning messes. "Scream my name." He demanded, "scream it." So I did. We both rode off our highs and we threw ourselves onto my bed.
We were completely out of breathe, our chest moving up and down as we panted, we look at each other and say, "one time thing?" And we pinky promised.