kinky || afi bdsm

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The smell of alcohol, pot, and sweat was thick in the warm air as I pushed my way through groups of intoxicated people. The joys of college parties.

I sighed in slight relief when I finally caught sight of the losers I call friends. We are always the ones to stand out in situations such as this, or we are the ones to bring the weed. Either way, it's always a loose loose kinda thing.

"Took you long enough." Eric laughed. He slapped his arm down across my shoulders and promptly placed a blunt between my fingers.

"Yeah, what was the hold up?" Melanie questioned, watching me blindly search for a lighter. She finally held one up, a smug grin plastered on her face.

I rolled my eyes, "Damn truck." Taking a long drag I passed the joint on.

"You really need to look into a new one." Dylan added, shaking his head.

"I know I know, I just don't have the cash, man. I'm in Uni for Christ's sake."

"Hey, any other junker would be better than that piece of shit. You can almost see through the fuckin' floorboards!"

"But fuck, it's got sentimental value!" I tried fruitlessly to defend my case. "I took that thing to Washington state and back and she stayed strong."

"One of these days, kid." Dylan finished off the blunt while I started looking around the room. It's a decent sized party: lots of alcohol, mostly freshmen and sophomores drinking. There was a few of the full-ride-from-their-parents-kids doing lines in the corner, and every room in the house had a couple making out. This was the life.

I looked back to my friends. Mel and I knew each other from high school. We met senior year when she moved in from out of state. Eric and Dylan we met our first month on campus. The four of us just clicked, and smoked dope, so we were set.

"Did I miss anything?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Just some jock hurling down the front of a girl's shirt. " Eric shrugged. I nodded, looking over my shoulder to scan the crowd of people again. That's when I noticed Ms. Party Planner waving her hands around, nearly spilling her drink all over her tits.

After several minutes of trying to scream over the sound, she finally stepped onto the coffee table. "Hey assholes! Who wants to play Seven Minutes in Heaven?" She shrieked, earning a roar from the party.

She regained her own composure before continuing. "For those of you who don't know what it is, two people go into the closet for seven minutes and make out, or fuck, we really don't care." The room erupted in whooping and applause, along with the twisted cat whistle. This was going to be interesting.

"Alright, we need two, brave volunteers!" the blonde called, hopping down off the table and making her way over to the closet of choice. She pulled open the door and gestured into small space dramatically. No one walked up.

"If two of you don't step up, I'll come pick randomly," She threatened. Finally, one tall, lanky guy weaved his way through the crowd along with a short heavier set girl.

"Thank you." Blondie smirked, pushing them both into the little room and locking the door behind them. "Anyone got a timer?"

With that, I turned back around with a sigh. I wasn't too focused on anything until my gaze was met with a pair of glowing hazel eyes placed right over Eric's shoulder. I watched the corners crinkled slightly before their owner turned away.

My curiosity was telling me to follow but my common sense was telling me to stay. Luckily, Dylan shoved a pack of rolling papers and a grinder into my hands and my mind was reeled back in.