“Why the hell am I here?” I grumbled, reluctantly marching up to the house beside my over-enthusiastic friend.
“Oh come on, Tuli,” Megan whined, pulling me with her. “Don’t be such a buzzkill. Try to enjoy yourself! You said you wanted to stop being the wallflower.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t say I was ready for this!” I exclaimed, pulling my hoodie over my translucent black shirt, and short shorts.
Megan rolled her eyes before flashing me a bright smile. “Stop whining! You look sexy!” She complimented.
As she pushed me through the door I tripped on an imaginary step. I squealed as I tipped over, but before my face hit the floor, a pair of arms were wrapped around me, and my face was pressed up against a leather-clad chest. The first thing I noticed when I looked up was a pair of sexy, full, pouty lips before I was entranced by a pair of big, gorgeous brown eyes, surrounded by dark, shaggy hair. Blushing, I mumbled an apology and squirmed out of this gorgeous stranger’s arms.
“Watch where you’re going,” he growled, sauntering away.
I stood there, stunned as my friend came up behind me. “Wow, that was rude,” she stated as she glared at his retreating back. She shot me a reassuring smile. “Don’t let it get to you. Let’s go get some booze."
I reluctantly took my hoodie off and left it by the front door as Megan led me to the kitchen, where guys were playing beer pong and girls were standing around chatting. Megan passed me a beer. I took it hesitantly, staring into the amber liquid as she led me back into the living room. As we headed out, an attractive Latino approached my friend. Meeting his eyes, she giggled and danced away, forgetting about me entirely. I glared at her at her retreating back and took a swig of my beer. So much for not being a wallflower, I thought to myself glumly.
I stood there, leaning against a wall and contemplating if I should just leave now or try to stay and enjoy being at my first party. A few minutes later, while I was still debating, a tall, blonde, and somewhat attractive looking guy walked up to me. I eyed him suspiciously but stayed in my spot, sipping at my beer.
“How’s it going?” He grinned mischievously, standing close to me.
“Fine,” I smiled politely, but stepped back from his forwardness. He reeked of alcohol and cigarettes and was invading my bubble.
“Saw you standing here by yourself. Doesn’t look like you’re having much fun. Do you wanna dance with me?” He stepped closer, hovering over me.
“No, thanks. I’m fine right here,” I murmured, attempting to take another step back.
“Aww come on, have some fun with me,” he smirked, trapping me against the wall and reaching for my hand.
“No, thank you.” I said more boldly, slapping his hand away.
His grin turned into a glower. “Listen, I’m doing your fat ass a favor. You can dance with me and have a night of hot kinky sex with me, or you can keep brooding here like the lazy fat ass you are.”
Angry at his words, I instinctively slapped him across the face. I found myself not regretting my actions as I glared at him. The next words to come out of my mouth were less than polite: “Fuck off, asshole.”
I stepped around him and attempted to walk away, but before I got far enough, a hand reached out and roughly grabbed my wrist. I gritted my teeth from the pain of how tightly the hand was wrapped around my wrist as the blonde guy turned me to face him. “Fucking bitch,” he spat, tightening his grip around my wrist. “No one smacks me. You’re gonna pay for that.”
With his free hand formed into a fist, he raised it, aiming right for my face. I cowered slightly, despite trying to stand my ground. I closed my eyes, waiting for the punch, until I heard a cry of pain uttered. I opened my eyes and saw the guy I bumped into earlier grabbing the blonde by the wrist. My eyes widened in shock as the creep loosened his grip on me, reaching for Mister Mysterious’ hand wrapped around his wrist.
Mister Mysterious let go of his hand, instead reaching for his shirt. He shoved the blonde guy up against the wall. “I think she told you to fuck off,” he spoke menacingly. “If I catch you near her again, I’ll squeeze the life out of your scrawny little neck.”
He let him go, shoving him away. The guy stumbled out of the room, cursing and muttering to himself. Mister Mysterious looked my way, the look on his face less than pleased as he reached out and grabbed my hand.
“The fuck are you doing?” I sputtered as he pulled me towards him. I struggled and squirmed in an attempt to escape his grasp, and failed miserably.
He rolled his eyes at my attempt to escape and quickly pulled me away from the crowded area. He led me upstairs into a quiet hallway before letting go. I glowered up at him. “What the hell is your problem?” I asked grumpily.
He glared at me. “I had to save you, twice. That’s my problem. Do you enjoy playing the role of a damsel in distress?”
I was about to answer, when I noticed he was no longer wearing his leather jacket. I found myself distracted by the bulge of muscles barely hidden by his black V-neck. I also realized it did not do well with hiding chest hair, as I noticed a small patch peeking it. I bit my lip nervously.
“Do you know how to listen?” He snapped, bringing me from my trance.
My cheeks heated as I realized he trapped me between his body and the wall. “W-what are you doing?” I stuttered, staring up at him.
“Trying to get your attention. Did you even hear what I said, little damsel?” He murmured, pressing his body slightly against mine. I found myself trying to push back against the wall in order to avoid his touch. It stirred up a foreign feeling I was barely familiar with, although I knew what it was all too well.
Mister Mysterious’ lips twitched up into a smirk as I found myself once more drawn to his chocolate gaze. “Looks like I finally caught your attention. Did you realize you were able to grab my attention the instant you tripped over the doorframe?”
I attempted to look away. That foreign feeling was building inside me from his intense gaze. It was exciting and yet unnerving at the same time, and I was beginning to feel slightly overwhelmed.
He lifted his finger to my chin and tilted my head to meet his eyes once more. “You’re quite the eye catcher, little one,” he whispered. “So now that you have me, what do you want to do with me?”
Something hard poked me in the stomach. I couldn’t help but tear myself from his scrutiny to investigate what it was. My cheeks inflamed as I realized there was a tent in his pants.
“Have you ever had a one night stand before, damsel?” He asked me, his voice low and husky.
I don’t know what came over me as I managed to blurt out, “I’m a virgin.”
He raised a brow and smirked at me. “That can be easily fixed, little one.”
He leaned in and gently nibbled on my ear, continuing his slow torture of grinding his erection up against my belly. I moaned softly, feeling pleasure pool deep into my belly. Before I could figure out how to respond, his lips crashed down on mine as his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
I gasped softly against his lips, giving his tongue access to my mouth. It felt foreign, rubbing up against my own tongue playfully. I couldn’t hold back the moan that bubbled up in. My hands curled in his hair and tugged, pulling his face closer towards mine. He reached down with his hand and hooked my leg up over his waist, while his free hand reached up to palm my breast. I uttered another moan, my hips grinding against his as I felt myself grow wet between my legs.
He pulled slightly away and whispered seductively against my lips, “Will you let me take your virginity, Tuli?”