Friday
9:16 PM
Charlotte sat despondently in the passenger seat of her sister’s car and stared at Stacy Wilkins’ house.
“I still can’t believe you’re going to a party with that debate coming up! Aren’t you the least bit worried?”
The girl sighed and turned to look at Sam, her sister and idol. “Of course I am,” she said, “But this seems like the only way I can get my partner to actually do some work with me. Besides, I’ve been preparing for this pretty much non-stop since I found out the topic. Making an appearance at some stupid party shouldn’t hurt my chances too much.”
“I can’t believe you’d be stupid enough to still be partners with her,” said Sam matter-of-factly, “If I were you, I would have ditched her the moment I found out she was a slacker.”
Sam’s words hurt her. Growing up, Charlotte had always looked up to her older sister as a role-model. Their parents weren’t anything special, but Sam was a chronic overachiever and it was still apparent. At twenty-one, she had managed to pay for her entire schooling through scholarships and was about to graduate with Honours Biology. She had even been accepted into a prestigious Med school on the coast for grad studies. Sam embodied Charlotte’s definition of success and to have disappointed her sister was heart-breaking.
“I don’t have a choice!” cried Charlotte desperately, “We had to register as partners weeks ago! I’ve done debates with her before and she’s always been really reliable, but lately all she can talk about is some boy!”
“Well, whatever. Do what you need to do and call me when you need a ride home. Just make sure you call me before midnight, because that’s when I’m going to bed.”
Charlotte laughed as she got out of the car, “You’re not going to have to worry about your coach turning back into a pumpkin, I don’t intend on being here very long!” She closed the door and watched her sister drive off.
“Well” she thought, “There’s no turning back now.” Charlotte crept up the front steps and stopped outside the door. She rested her finger against the doorbell, but decided against pressing it. The music was blaring inside and the bass was practically making the door vibrate: no one would hear the doorbell.
Charlotte opened the door and was assaulted by a heavy bass line pumping to some obnoxious dance music. She walked inside and immediately noticed the contrast between herself and the other girls there. Most of the other girls were dressed in revealing dresses and heels, and the ones who weren’t were still wearing frilly low-cut tops and tight jeans that left little to the imagination. Charlotte looked down at her frumpy trainers and old worn jeans and shrugged; it’s not like she cared about making impressions anyways. She’d much rather be comfortable wearing a tank top and a hoodie than feel constricted in some push-up bra and tight blouse.
“CHARI!!!” Charlotte could hardly react to the high-pitched greeting before she was tackled by Sandra hugging her. “You came! Oh! I’m so glad you’re here!”
“I hadn’t realized we were on a hugging basis,” said Charlotte as she shrugged off her bubbly debate partner, “And of course I’m here, Sandra, now you better show up ready to study hard tomorrow.”
Sandra giggled, “Charri! Are you always thinking about that silly debate? You need to loosen up a bit! Here, let me get you a drink!” The girl ran off into the depths of the house and left the brunette feeling dumbfounded and out of place.
Charlotte weaved her way through the crowded house, nodding and smiling to the occasional acquaintance as she passed by. She found a corner by the staircase where the music was a little quieter and the air felt a little less stuffy. She watched in silence as her peers succumbed to the most basic pleasures. Most of the people that passed by her were already quite drunk by that time and she watched as girls practically offered themselves to the guys around them.
“It’s a pretty crazy party, hey?”
Charlotte whipped around to look at the guy talking to her, but she was surprised when she realized that it wasn’t just any guy. It was the school’s newest football star. The primary topic of gossip around the school halls. The toast of the town. She felt a little weak in the knees as she looked at him and admired his good looks.
“Umm, ya I guess...” she said as she shook herself from her stupor. Charlotte chastised herself for being overcome by her emotions. Sure, he was good looking, but he was just another guy, and just like every other guy, he was probably only looking for one thing.
He looked at her strangely with a hint of curiosity in his stunning blue eyes,
“What? Aren’t you enjoying yourself?”
“Oh! No, I’m definitely enjoying myself... Sorry, you just caught me by surprise. It’s a great party!” Charlotte was confused by her reaction. Why had she just said that? She hated the party and desperately wanted to get out of there.
Her reaction had quite the opposite effect on him however. Laughing, he replied, “Sorry about that! I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. But yeah, it’s a great party. I just moved here and we never had parties like this at my old town... although I can pretty much guarantee they wouldn’t have ended well if we did.”
Charlotte was having troubles paying attention to the conversation. More importantly, she was having troubles tearing her eyes from his magnificent body. Her gaze traced every muscle that his fitted shirt showcased and her mind imagined what she couldn’t see. Despite her awe, her brain was on fire with an inner turmoil. She wasn’t used to being so attracted to anyone... And he wasn’t that cute. Was he?
“Umm... where’s your drink?”
Charlotte eyes opened wide as she realized her daze totally killed the conversation. “Great, now he probably thinks I’m some slutty airhead,” she thought.
She pulled her eyes away from his sculpted chest and looked into his gorgeous eyes. She smiled and replied, “Oh, well I, like, just got here. I think my friend, Sandra, is grabbing me something. You know Sandra, right?“
He furrowed his brow and looked off into the distance. “Sandra? No, it’s not ringing any bells,” he said. Charlotte couldn’t help but bask in the warmth of his voice. “But I’ve met so many new people this week I was never really good at keeping track of names. What does she look like?”
Charlotte laughed, “That’s okay. Well, she’s dressed really trashy and she’s head- over-heels for you. Does that help?”
He laughed again and she took the opportunity to admire his perfect smile. “That doesn’t help much,” he replied, “Just look around you; every girl’s dressed really trashy. Everyone except you.”
Charlotte looked around and was reminded of the attire of the other girls there, but for some reason she actually felt under-dressed. All the other girls looked so much better wearing their frilly tops or dresses. Her own worn jeans and sweater just seemed so boring.
Embarrassed, she turned back to him and looked at the ground. She tried to come up with an excuse, “Oh... yeah. I... I...”
Her awkwardness must have amused him, because he laughed and responded, “Don’t worry about it. I like that.” She looked back to his face and smiled as he continued, “Practically every girl in my old town dressed that way, and while it’s nice on the eyes, it’s really nice to see someone a little different. Especially when they’re as pretty as you.”
Charlotte beamed from his compliment. “He thinks I’m pretty? That’s so exciting!” she thought, but then, “Wait, why am I so giddy for this guy? I mean, he’s cute and all, and he’s actually kind of nice, but still...”
His voice snapped her from her thoughts again, “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
She blushed as she realized she hadn’t responded yet again. “I’m Charlotte,” she said with a bashful smile, “And you are?”
The pair was interrupted by a squealing voice, “Charri!” They turned to see Sandra holding two drinks. “Here’s your...” she paused with one hand and drink outstretched towards Charlotte and her eyes locked onto her crush, “Drink...” The redhead stood dazed for a couple seconds, and the pair watched her expectantly. When she finally snapped out of her daze, she carried on in her energetic perkiness as if nothing had happened. “Hey, you!” she said, wrapping her arm around the boy and using her hand to trace a line down his chiseled chest.
He looked back and forth between Sandra and Charlotte with a mildly concerned look on his face. “Hey...” he said hesitantly, looking towards Charlotte with a desperate quizzical expression and she just smiled and nodded, “Sandra?”
Sandra giggled and walked towards him, “Silly! I told you to call me Sandy, remember?” She snuggled in close to him with her hand resting on his perfect pecs. Charlotte could only stare at her as she was disgusted by the redhead’s forwardness. What had happened to her? She was never so slutty before. But more importantly, how could she be doing that to him? Charlotte felt a wave of jealousy flow through her and looked at her cup as he struggled for an answer.
“Oh, umm...” he said hastily, “Right... Sandy.“
Sandra was shaken off him when Charlotte spit out her drink behind her. “Sandra?!?” yelled the brunette, “What the hell is this?”
The girl giggled and twirled her hair as she replied, “It’s a rum and coke, silly! Don’t you like it?”
“No! It’s vile!”
Sandra scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Fine, you don’t have to be such a baby... I’ll get you something else!” She grabbed Charlotte’s cup and turned to give a lustful gaze at her dream-man, “Stay right there, cutie!” She then skipped away and disappeared into the crowd of the party.
Charlotte turned back around to carry on the rudely-interrupted conversation and saw him smiling at her. “Not a fan of rum?” he asked.
She crinkled her nose and shook her head, “Not a fan of alcohol. I generally refrain from drinking it.”
He laughed and replied, “Yeah, me neither. I have enough fun when I’m sober, there’s no need to cloud my mind.”
Charlotte found it harder and harder to pay any attention to his comments. Her own mind was clouded by thoughts of his magnificent body and she couldn’t help but wonder what he was packing underneath his pants. She bit her lip as she imagined stroking his hard dick, feeling the warm shaft respond to the slightest touches.
He paused when he realized that Charlotte wasn’t exactly looking at his face. He followed her gaze and mistakenly guessed she was looking at the cup in his hand. “Oh, this? It’s just cola,” he said as he shook his drink in front of her.
The sudden movement snapped Charlotte out of yet another day dream. “What is wrong with me?” she thought, “I’m usually able to hold my own in a conversation, especially one as trivial as this one... And why was I thinking about sex? Why am I so horny?” She bit her lip as she eyed him again, “It must be his rugged handsomeness. What I wouldn’t give to tear his clothes from... No, I shouldn’t be thinking about these things! I have to focus!” She winced in pain with that last thought as her brain felt like it was going to explode. She groaned in an attempt to relieve the burning pressure in her head.
“Are you okay?” he asked as his hand supported her shoulder.
“Yeah, it’s just a bit of a headache,” Charlotte replied as she rubbed the side of her head.
“Do- do you want me to get you something?”
“No, no, that’s okay... Don’t leave.” The last thing she wanted was for him to walk away. She couldn’t imagine being without him through the splitting headache. “So tell me,” she forced through the pain, “Why did you move from your old town?”
He withdrew his hand from her shoulder, but kept a concerned eye on her. “Well, my dad was transferred here with a promotion. I don’t really mind though; I didn’t really have anything tying me down there.”
Charlotte sighed a breath of relief as the pain seemed to clear from head. She smiled knowing that she’d be able to keep up with the conversation again. “No? No close friends?” she asked and he shook his head. Something compelled her to dig a little more and she bit her lower lip as she said, “Girlfriends?” He shook his head once more. Charlotte couldn’t believe it. How could a guy of that calibre not be in a relationship? He was everything a girl could look for. He could have any woman he wanted, and it didn’t take her long to realize that included herself. He was perfect.
“Oh, come on,” she said as her hand playfully touched his shoulder, “I can’t imagine a guy like you would stay single for very long.” She made another assessment of his fine body as she thought about what it would be like to be his girlfriend. What it would be like to caress him, to fuck him.
He laughed again, “No, I’m serious. None of the girls there were really girlfriend material: everyone seemed really fake.”
Charlotte beamed. She was definitely girlfriend material. She had the brains and the personality to be a great girlfriend, not to mention the great looks that she often took for granted.
She shook her head again as the thought seemed so foreign. She had never wanted to be someone’s girlfriend before. The idea would just get in the way of her- She groaned again as the headache returned with a vengeance. It felt like the pain was attacking her very being.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he said with genuine concern. “Come on, the headache must be from the music. I saw an empty room on the other side of the house. We’ll close the door and block some of the noise out.”
He grabbed her hand and Charlotte found herself being led through the bustling house. If it were any other guy, she would have been repulsed by the idea of being isolated in a room during a party, but he seemed so nice, so genuine, that she was sure he wouldn’t take advantage of her. Besides, she reasoned, getting to a quieter place would probably help a lot, and she definitely wouldn’t mind having him take advantage of her.
A few people hollering could be heard over the music as he led her into the room and locked the door behind them. He sat her down on the bed inside and turned on the light. The cheers of people outside the room could still be heard through the door.
“Don’t listen to them,” he said as he approached her and gently put his hand on her shoulder. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
Charlotte looked up at him and was thankful that the headache had mostly subsided. “I’m alright,” she said, “Thanks for helping out.”
“It’s no problem at all,” he quickly replied, “Did you want to go home? I have my car here. I could give you a ride...”
“No!!!” she replied suddenly. The thought of leaving the party, leaving him, caused her stomach to sink. She shook her head and tried to regain some composure, “I mean, no, I’m fine. I’m really enjoying talking to you.” Charlotte fought herself mentally with that last decision. Why had she declined his offer? It seemed like such a good out. Something she would have normally jumped on in an instant. She needed to go home to work on the debate. It was more important for her to...
“Aahhh!” she hissed as the pain shot back into her head, threatening to create a fissure in her skull.
“Okay, come on,” he said, “I’m taking you home.”
Luckily for Charlotte, the pain wasn’t nearly as intense as the previous time and it subsided about as quickly as it happened. “No, I’m okay. Really!” she said to him with a smile, “I just need to sit for a minute.”
He eyed her hesitantly, but eventually sat down beside her on the bed. Charlotte could barely contain her glee as she felt his warmth next to her. Butterflies danced in her stomach and she rested her head on his shoulder thinking about how lucky she was. She considered how grateful she was to have friends like Sandra who would bring her to parties like this and how lucky she was to have met such an amazing guy.
Her mind then turned to her current situation. She was even luckier than she thought. There she was, sitting on a bed with the school hottie, the hunk that every girl wanted to get with, and they were alone in a locked room. She felt his arm wrap around her waist and pull her in closer.
Charlotte melted into his embrace and turned her face towards his. They stared at each other for what felt to Charlotte like a blissful eternity and all she could think about was what it would be like to caress his naked body, to stroke his hard shaft and to feel him fill her womanhood.
Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips as they brought their faces together and she could feel her pussy start to dampen as well. Charlotte was so excited to do it with this hunk that any thoughts of chastity or propriety were as far from her head as academics or the silly debate on Monday. Their lips met and she squealed inwardly as she delighted in her first kiss in years, but it was short-lived as her phone began buzzing in her pocket, just a little too far away to feel good.
Charlotte broke off the kiss and bashfully giggled as she reached for her phone. She furrowed her brow as a thought occurred to her. Did she just giggle? She never giggled. However, with the sudden release of her phone from her pocket, so did any feelings of strangeness from the concept of giggling. It just felt right to do.
The brunette scoffed as she glanced at the call display and answered. “What do you want?” she said to her sister, rolling her eyes at her beau.
“Hey...” replied Sam hesitantly, probably not used to having such a disrespectful greeting, “Well, I was thinking about packing it in earlier than I expected and I figured I’d call to see if you needed a ride.”
“What? But it’s only ten-thirty!”
“Well, yeah, but you didn’t even want to be there in the first place. I figured I’d save you from that stupid party.”
Charlotte scoffed again, “Look, the party’s not stupid and I’m having a really good time.” She emphasized her last remark by eye-fucking her new friend.
Sam forced out a laugh dripping in sarcasm, “Well, fine! Have fun at your not-so-stupid party, but you’re going to have to find your own way home!”
Charlotte had barely registered her sister’s comment: she was too busy gazing longingly as the masculine deity beside her. She bit her lip as she imagined having her tight pussy filled with his cock. “That’s okay!” Charlotte replied, “I’m sure I can find someone to ride... I mean, to give me a ride.” She giggled as she realized her Freudian slip.
“Charlotte, have- have you been drinking?” asked her sister, a hint of concern flavoured her voice.
“Nope! I just found something else to occupy my mouth... Bye!” Charlotte hung up the phone and tossed it aside as she pounced on the object of her desire. He grabbed her and they gently fell backwards onto the bed. He was so strong, so masculine, so dreamy.
The two of them wrestled on the bed as their tongues collided and their clothes went flying all over the room. Charlotte felt in heaven with her suitor and she wrapped her hand around his thick rod as it sprang from its confines. Her arm began pumping, slowly at first, and she started jerking him off. It was funny that it was her first time ever with a dick in her hand, and yet it felt so natural, so right. Hell, it was the first time she had even seen a cock, and all she wanted to do was worship it.
She pushed any shred of doubt out of her mind as the passion enveloped her body. There was nothing that she wanted more than to please, and be pleased by, his cock.
Charlotte broke off their kiss and made her way down his chiseled body. Her lips left tender kisses along his chest as her hands roamed his sculpted torso and her bare breasts scraped across his amazing abs. The friction along her tits was enough to make her pussy cringe and long to be filled.
“But not yet,” she thought as a smirk crossed her face and she slid off the bed, “I may be dripping, but I have to make sure he’s slippery enough.” She briefly wondered where the thought had come from, after all her only experience with sex was what she was taught in Sex Ed. but after she came face-to-face with his one-eyed snake, all intrigue fled from her mind.
“It’s just so right,” she thought and she lowered her head towards his throbbing cock. Charlotte licked the tip and immediately fell in love with the taste. She had to have more in her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the head of his member and she swirled her tongue around the tip, savouring every bit of it.
As saliva made its way onto his cock, she began to move her head up and down with a rhythm that should not have come from a girl so inexperienced. Her heart skipped when he groaned in pleasure and she could tell she was doing a good job. She snaked her hand towards her wet pussy and started to tend to her clit. Sucking a cock was making her so horny. She had no idea it could feel so good!
The girl had no idea what she was doing, but every movement seemed to come so naturally to her. Without hesitation, she switched rhythms as if she knew exactly how he wanted it and the occasional comment he muttered seemed to support her thoughts.
“Oh yeah, just like that,” he moaned as his hands snaked through her hair. Charlotte’s hand on her pussy was moving at about the same speed as her hand on his cock. Her imagination was running rampant as she envisioned his dick pumping her tight twat. It was almost like she could feel what he felt.
She kept up her assault for a few minutes longer before the feelings grew too intense and she leaped up from the floor. The girl pounced on him like a cat on her prey and their mouths were soon locked. Even as they made out and her mind was occupied with blissful euphoria, she could feel his erect member against her bare leg.
Charlotte hadn’t ever had sex before, but the need welled up inside her. She had to have sex. She had to screw him. She had to fuck him… now. Her hand crept down to his crotch and guided him into her craving cunt. Charlotte gasped as she could feel his hard shaft spread her lips. She cooed as she felt the pressure of his member inside her and her mind revelled in the feeling. It was unfamiliar, but it felt so right to have a cock inside her pussy. Her entire being centered on that feeling.
She slowly lowered herself onto his shaft, every inch feeling better and better. When she finally reached his hilt, she groaned as a feeling of completeness washed over her. Charlotte felt whole, like everything was where it needed to be. Then, like an automated machine, her hips kicked into action and started to slowly rock back and forth. Just like before, the movement was so unfamiliar to her, she had never even watched a porno before, but it felt so natural. It felt so right.
As her hips continued to gyrate, the two lovers’ moans filled the room. Nothing else mattered to Charlotte. Her debate was long forgotten; the topic, a travailing butterfly in the winds of ecstasy. Worries and concerns of a promising future no longer held any weight. All that mattered was having a dick inside of her. All that mattered was his dick inside of her. Her first orgasm ever rocked her body with that idea.
“All I want is a dick inside me,” she thought as her body writhed in pleasure.
“All I want is a cock in my pussy,” she mused in euphoria.
“All I need is cock in my hot, desperate cunt,” she decided in nirvana. It was her last conscious thought that night before succumbing to a world of effervescent pleasure.
Saturday
7:13 AM
“Mmm…” Charlotte purred as she awoke from her sleep, “Last night was amazing. We should do that again… soon.” The girl waited for a response with her eyes closed as she basked in her post-coital stupor, but as the silence went on and he didn’t respond, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She opened her eyes and her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she watched him sleep next to her. Charlotte’s hand snaked under the covers and traced a lazy line down his chiselled chest, past his perfect abs and stopped at his flaccid member.
She watched his face intently as her hand slowly played with his junk. Her smile widened as she felt him grow stiff in her grip. He still hadn’t woken up, even as she stroked his long, hard cock, and a fantastic thought spread from her brain straight to her moist pussy. The girl dipped her head under the sheets and gently took him in her mouth, just the tip, at first, as her tongue swirled around his throbbing head.
“There’s no need to wake him too abruptly,” she giggled to herself as she revelled in the taste of his cock, “I’m going to have him so ready by the time he wakes up, he won’t have any choice but to fuck me.” She slowly pulled her mouth off of him and sensuously licked her tongue up the length of his shaft as her free hand found its way to her desperate pussy.
Charlotte descended on him again and her fingers started circling her sensitive clit. His cock easily slid in her mouth and only served to amplify her desires. She had never known such euphoric feelings before the previous night, and with every inch of his shaft that she swallowed her emotions continued climbing back to those ecstatic highs. The girl surprised herself when she couldn’t swallow anymore, not due to her own incapacities, but rather that there wasn’t anything else to swallow! She had fit his entire cock down her throat without even trying!
But it still wasn’t enough for her. She needed more. Charlotte’s head started to bob up and down on his big, beautiful dick, and her mind exploded with ecstatic fireworks. Two desperate fingers slipped their way into her craving cunt, and she started fucking herself with reckless fervour. The pure pleasure she achieved through simply sucking a cock, his cock, was enough to drive away conscious thought and replace it with pure animalistic lust.
Charlotte started imagining him taking her from behind. If there was one thing better than sucking his cock, that was it. The girl remembered the feelings from the night before and greatly wanted to feel them again. She moaned around his shaft as her fingers increased their ministrations. Her need to be filled, to be fucked, slowly overcame her earlier logic and it wasn’t long before he woke from her wanton behaviour.
When she heard him moan, and felt him stir, her heart skipped a beat. She desperately clawed her way out from under the sheets and straddled him.
“Fuck. Me. Now.” Charlotte demanded of the startled boy. “I need it… I need you,” she moaned as she lowered herself onto his thick shaft. His cock spreading her wet lips, invading her hungry cunt: the feeling was incredible. There was nothing else like it. She could feel her stomach muscles jump as she took him further and further. This was what she wanted. This was all she needed.
But her euphoria was short lived. “Get off me!” he yelled as he pushed her away.
“No, no, no, no,” she cried desperately as he jumped out of the bed and raced to get his clothes back on, “What’s going on? You can’t leave!”
“It’s just like my last town! You girls are all the same!” he yelled even as he pulled on his shirt and covered his magnificent abs, “Just when you think you’ve met a nice, down-to-earth chick, they turn out to actually be some fucking airheaded nympho slut!”
“No…” whimpered Charlotte as he stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him. She was sure that every person in the house heard his rant and she was sure that her public image from before the party was now long gone, but none of that mattered to her. He was gone.
His dick was gone.
His beautiful, long cock wasn’t there for her to enjoy. The very thing she needed, the only thing she craved, was just taken away from her.
The girl lay down on the bed as a single tear fell from her eye. “What am I going to do now?” she thought. In a matter of seconds, Charlotte’s world had crumbled and she was left with nothing but an emptiness in her pussy and despair in her mind. Her hand crept its way downwards in an attempt to relieve the former, but even after what seemed like hours of trial and error, nothing quite felt like she needed.
Giving up, the girl rose from the bed and assessed her situation. Luckily and despite her vain attempts to succumb to it, the horny fog that shrouded her mind had slightly lifted and Charlotte was actually able to think straight.
“I need to get home,” she thought as she picked up her scattered clothes throughout the room, “I just hope this whole thing will blow over by Monday.” She dressed herself as she imagined opening the door to leave. Her face turned red at the thought of whoever might be out there and who would watch her leave. After last night, she wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to face her peers again. Once word got around that she had fucked a total stranger, every guy would be sure to double his efforts in getting her into bed.
Charlotte grabbed her phone and began to dial for her sister, but she stopped. Could she even face her sister? When Sam showed up at the house and saw Charlotte, would she be able to tell what the girl did the previous night? Charlotte bit her lip and turned off her phone. Even if her sister couldn’t tell, Charlotte wasn’t looking forward to the scolding that would accompany her in the car ride home.
With a sigh, she grabbed the door handle and cracked it open. Wearing her tank top and jeans, she peered into the hallway hoping that the coast was clear. The hall looked empty so she quickly exited the room and briskly walked to the entrance.
“If I just keep my head down,” she thought, “And don’t look at anyone, then I won’t have to face the stares and questions until Monday. They probably won’t be awake anyways.” She turned the corner to the den and froze. There was a small handful of people sitting around chatting, and a veritable minefield of passed out partygoers littered throughout the house.
“Fuck,” she cursed knowing she’d have to go through the room to get to the front door, “There’s no real way to avoid it: I just have to go.” The girl kept her eyes down and tried to navigate around the limbs of her sleeping peers. She prayed she could get through without anyone commenting, but that inevitably failed.
“Hey Charlotte,” she heard one of the guys call out, “It sounded like you had a fun time last night!” The girl cringed as the others started snickering.
“They know what I did,” she thought as her face turned red with embarrassment. Her pace quickened as she rushed to the door, tripping over a few unfortunate souls along the way.
“C’mon!” called out another guy, “Let me get some of that action!”
Charlotte grabbed her shoes at the entrance and threw open the door. “Asshole!” she yelled with tears streaming down her face as she marched out of the house.
“Woah, woah, Charlotte! What’s going on?”
The girl turned to see Tony standing there smoking a cigarette. His face was plastered with sincere concern.
Charlotte wiped a tear from her eye and replied, “Nothing... Don’t worry about it.”
Tony took a drag from his smoke, “You sure?”
“Yea...” Charlotte looked up at him. She battled with herself for a couple moments before asking, “T-Tony? Can... Can you give me a ride home?”
“Y-Yea, for sure!” He flicked his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out before leading her towards his truck.
As Charlotte followed behind, tears drying on her face, she couldn’t help but admire Tony’s backside. “I’ve always known he’s cute,” she thought, “But I don’t think I’ve ever really noticed it.” They approached his truck and a small smile formed on Charlotte’s face as he opened the door for her and helped her in. She sat in the passenger seat and watched as he walked around the front of his truck. A welcome warmth spread through her body and landed between her legs.
He opened the door and stepped inside the truck next to a beaming Charlotte. “So am I taking you home?” he asked as he placed his keys in the ignition, “Or would you rather I go straight to the library so you can make up for lost time away from books?”
Charlotte giggled at his joke, and he looked up at her with a surprised smile. “You know,” she said coyly looking down at her lap, “I think I can afford a bit of free time today. Is there anywhere we can go to just... hang out?” She bit her lower lip and shot him a smouldering look.
“Y-yea!” he hastily replied. He started the truck and began to drive away with a broad smile across his face.
Charlotte couldn’t help but notice the significant bulge in his pants and grinned as a similar need filled her body. “Maybe I shouldn’t worry about the future as much,” she thought, gazing with admiration at her lab partner, “It seems like there is so much to enjoy in the now.”
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