Prologue
My name is Angelica, Angie to my friends. I’m a party girl, and tonight, I’d had shots. Lots and lots of shots. Hey, that rhymes, doesn’t it? I giggled drunkenly and almost fell over, as I walked back to sit with...Jeonyoung? Jaemin? I shook my head and waved the thinking away. The thinking wasn’t really compatible with my good times, right now.
I didn’t really know the guy’s name because I didn’t know the guy, either. I didn’t usually hook up with people at these things. I just liked body shots, and this particular party house was always absolutely rife with hot men and free drinks. My two favorite things. How nice.
I smiled at the hot guy who’s name I didn’t care about, as I sat back down with him on the couch, letting him put his arm around me. “You’re back” he said, nuzzling my neck. I giggled and leaned in closer. What he was doing felt nice, and I’d been offered a couple of lines on my way back from the bathroom, so I was flying, right now.
“You should have let me get that drink for you, baby girl...” he whispered in my ear, kissing the side of my neck, his hot breath in my ear. I giggled again. No way in hell. He would have stopped me from doing the lines. I don’t know how I knew that, but he just looked...cleaner than that? Not that it mattered. I wasn’t ever going to see him after tonight, anyway. That was really my only rule. When I was in party mode, it was all about living in the moment and doing whatever made me feel good at the time. Once upon a time, my friends had come with me to these things, but they’d slowly dropped off, not wanting to party with me anymore. One of these so-called friends, had even gone as far as to label me an addict, and tell me how I needed to get clean. What the fuck ever. I’d seen those intervention shows. I was nothing like those people.
“You should let me take you upstairs to my room, Andrea” he whispered in my ear, gently nipping at the sweet spot behind my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Wrong name. So wrong. I couldn’t exactly be mad at him though...I was fuzzy on the finer details myself. I laughed at the thought, because everything was fucking hilarious suddenly.
Encouraged, the guy put his hand on my thigh, messaging and kneading the flesh there, just under the hem of the little skirt I wore. I was turned on, and the drugs and alcohol in my system were making the world delightfully...swirly...right now. “Let’s go” I purred, loving the heat in his eyes as he immediately got up and lead me by the hand through the crush of people, and upstairs.
He opened the door to what looked like your average college guy’s room. It wasn’t clean, but it wasn’t dirty either,and all I really gave a shit about right now, was the bed, anyway. He kissed me hard, snaking his tongue into my mouth, as he walked me back into his bed and gently pushed me down on it. I smiled and just lay there, the room was kind of spinning, but it was fun to watch him undress...
He came down to be with me, shirtless, the light from his desk lamp illuminating the play of muscles in his chest as he propped himself above me and started kissing my jaw and my neck, sliding his palm up under my shirt to tease my breasts while I made encouraging little breathy whimpers, feeling fucking fantastic right now. “Do you want to have sex?” he asked, his voice husky and low with lust.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked, biting my lip up at him and pulling him in for another sloppy, exhilarating kiss. He grinned down at me and reached under his bed, pulling out a magnum and putting it between his teeth, playfully. I giggled, hoping he needed that size, and grabbed his hand, guiding it down between my legs to my panties. “Then it’s on” I said softly, moaning when he immediately started touching and rubbing on my core, groaning in pleasure when I reciprocated and messaged his bulge through his pants.
He pulled away and looked down at me as he moved my panties aside, gently probing my core with his fingers, finding and pushing into my opening, making me arch my back and grip his arms as he pleasured me. He was a little tougher than I liked it...he was probably inexperienced, but it still felt good.
“You’re so hot...fuck. You’re sure about this?” the guy asked. I had a moment to feel touched that he was being so conscientious, through the haze of drugs and alcohol. He wasn’t that guy. I hoped he had a good time with me tonight, and then found a nice girl who could make him happy.
“I’m positive, baby” I purred up, answering his question. “Now why don’t you take out that excellent cock and fuck me?”
