NEW FLESH

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE: A LITTLE TOO HIGH

THE two of them anxiously waited at the table with Margo's laptop placed in Mitch's lap while she had his perched in hers. "On three?"

Two weeks had passed, in the small- but long- duration of time, she had been able to convince Mitch to reapply to Syracuse University to pick back up on his major, "on three." he reassured her, as soon as Margo had gotten her email from the school she had seen the look of disappointment that clouded Mitch's face- despite it not being very obvious- so she'd promised that she would hold off on checking the email till he got his, and four days later, he had.

So there they sat, at the table glancing from each other to the laptop screens, "one." Margo met Mitch's gaze, "two." he spoke, "three."

Both of them quickly clicked on the emails reading through the message before looking up at each other, he looked up at her with a frown resting upon his lips, she looked up her face blank, "you got in." she lit up like a bolt of lightning her smile brighter than ever, she glanced down at Mitch's laptop screen her eyes running over the words in the email again, "so did you." she grinned.

For the first time ever, Margo saw a genuine smile flash across the man's lips, "shit- I didn't think I'd get in, again." he sighed bringing his hand up to run over his jaw, she rolled her eyes her smile still covering her lips, "you knew you'd get in." she teased gently pushing his shoulder, he set her laptop on the table reaching out to take his own computer from her.

"We should celebrate."

Mitch frowned, "what do you mean by celebrate?" she shrugged her shoulders, "I'm thinking drinks." she suggested climbing out of her seat to look around the kitchen, just below the cabinet beside the sink she discovered a bottle of wine along with a few other bottles of things they would later find far more enjoyable.

She pulled out the red labeled bottle of vodka showing it to Mitch, he shook his head leaning back to stare at the ceiling before letting his eyes rest on her again, "I'll get the glasses." she smiled at the statement rummaging through the cabinets to find the corkscrew, when she finally did find it, Mitch had two wine glasses set out on the table patiently waiting for her to come over and pour the alcohol.

She popped the cork from the glass bottle letting it fizz out for a second before she began pouring the liquid, once she was done she set the bottle on the tabletop each of them taking a glass in hand, "cheers" Mitch began, "to making it into University." the two bumped their glasses together with little to no care as to how casual the gesture seemed when performed by the two of them.

Two hours later they'd ditched the glasses and started drinking straight from the bottle instead, they both sat in the kitchen passing it back and forth sip after sip. Margo leaned forward on her arm her eyes squinted as she turned to look at her friend, "why are you so hard-headed?" his eyes flickered as he registered the question, "it's what I do best." he sighed taking a long swig of the alcohol. He handed it off to her watching as she scowled at him, "asshole." she mumbled bringing the bottle to her lips.

"Admit it, you love me." she scrunched her face up in what could only be recognized as disgust quickly pulling the bottle from her mouth, "never, in my entire life, would I stoop that low." he rolled his eyes running his finger over the label of the bottle, "you remember when I kicked your ass back at Stans place?" she asked smiling as she turned to look at him.

Without much warning, he was leaning in towards her lips gently pressing them into hers, she didn't fight back the alcohol having already warped her sense of reality and what all her actions meant as they occurred, she kissed him back bringing her hand up to the back of his head to wrap his locks around her fingers.

In a single swift movement, Mitch had her in his arms his hands resting just below her legs- which were wrapped around his waist at that moment in time- they parted for a brief second to catch their breath before continuing on to carry her over to the kitchen counter setting her atop the smooth wooden surface.

He tugged at the bottom of her shirt satisfied when they parted followed by her pulling the garment over her head, now able to access more of her skin than before he leaned forward his lips attacking her pale neck, she closed her eyes her fingers wrapping themselves within his locks once again, she let out a groan her grip on his hair tightening with each small bite he inflicted upon her delicate skin.

"Mitch..."

He looked up pulling away from her, "hmm?" he mumbled moving to the other side of her neck, she didn't respond for a few moments too caught up in all the sensations she was currently experiencing, "holy shit." she sighed leaning her head back against the top cabinet, Mitch pulled away a shit-eating grin on his face, "thought I was a prude." he mumbled, she shook her head cracking her eyes open to look at him.

"The bed." she pointed across the room to the unmade bed, he knew exactly what she meant with those two words placing his hands just below her ass lifting her up to carry her over to the piece of furniture. She let out a short giggle when he dropped her down onto the mattress her eyes flickering open and closed.

He hovered over her as she began tugging at the ends of his shirt, just as she'd done, he pulled the material over his head watching her eyes as she gazed upon all the features she'd never seen before, while she wasn't entirely aware of what she was doing, she didn't regret any of it in that moment.

He moved so he was directly over her running his hand along her upper thigh, she shivered beneath his touch the new sensation sending tingles up her spine with every movement from him, "you like that?" he questioned, she nodded her head letting out a breathy sigh as she leaned her head back into the pillows.

"Yeah, I thought you would." he mumbled reaching his hands up to tug at the waistband of her athletic shorts, lifting her butt from the bed she helped him to remove the article of clothing the man hovering over her once again, they continued kissing each other their tongues making contact every few seconds before he pulled away and trailed a hand down to her underwear.

He looked up at her as if he was asking for permission, giving a small nod she lifted her head to watch as he slowly pulled them down her legs keeping eye contact with her the entire time, "Mitch come on, it's not fair that I'm undressed and you're still wearing pants." she whined propping herself up on her elbows, he gave her a lazy smile climbing off the bed to slide his pants down his legs.

She smiled watching as he gave her a quick glance before tugging his boxers down his legs as well, Margo's eyes slightly widened at his size, he was far larger than she'd originally thought, not that she'd thought about it at all, it just hadn't ever crossed her mind that he would have a large package.

He caught her gaze his top lip lifting up to pull into a toothy grin, "what?" she shook her head a small smile crossing her lips. The two of them intertwined atop the bed their bodies pressing into each other, she could feel him brushing against the cool skin of her stomach lighting her body on fire with the contact.

Too caught up in their acts, Mitch pulled away from her lips gazing down at her, "you ready?" she glanced down to where he had his hand patiently waiting for her answer, she nodded her head staring up at the ceiling while he lined himself up the man pistoning forward with no warning, her hands shot up to his shoulders wrapping them around his neck- one of her hands finding its way into his hair- he rocked his hips forward giving her no time to adjust.

Margo, having not had sexual intercourse since she was nineteen bit her lip the waves of pleasure crashing over her like nothing else she'd ever felt, Mitch let out a grunt closing his eyes for a brief second before he opened them to look at her, her eyes were rolling back as she tried her hardest to hold on.

Mitch seeing this only thrusted harder a shit-eating grin crossing his lips when she let out a breathy moan of his name, he was slowly coming undone around her his thrusts quickly becoming sloppy, "Mitch-" she began, he let out a grunt waiting for her to continue, "I'm g-gonna..." he did his best to speed up wanting more than nothing to experience the release he was currently chasing after.

"Fuck."

"I'm so close." he grumbled placing his hand on her thigh as his hips snapped into hers, letting out a shrill cry she released around him her eyes rolling back in bliss, a few moments later with a bone-shattering thrust he pulled out of her a shaking groan leaving his lips as he came on her stomach.

He plopped down beside her on the bed the two lost in their own little worlds of pleasure and heavy breathing, Margo let out a sigh after what could have only been five minutes sitting up to examine her stomach and what was coating it, she glanced over at Mitch gently jabbing at his side, he sat up remembering what he'd done moments before.

He slipped off the bed reaching for his boxers before he headed into the bathroom to grab a towel to help her clean up, she leaned back allowing him to wipe across her warm flesh making sure she was entirely cleaned up before tossing her his shirt from the floor.

She pulled it over her head leaning down towards the floor to grab her underwear, too lazy to put on the rest of her clothes she collapsed back into the pillows closing her eyes as soon as she pulled the covers over her body.

A few moments later, she felt the weight of Mitch climbing into the bed beside her wrapping his arm around her shoulders- pulling her in towards his chest- she rested her head on his arm her eyes remaining closed.

It was around two in the morning when they finally fell asleep their soft snores filling the room as they slept, Margo's head rose with Mitch's chest the two in sync as they laid together the rooms cool atmosphere making it easier for them to sleep in the first place.

The next day both of them would wake up to the grand surprise that they would hardly remember until a day and a half later.

Mitch was the first one to wake up, the uncomfortable weight of something resting on his chest being the cause, he looked down shocked by the sight of Margo tucked in at his side in the bed, he gently shook her shoulder watching as she opened her eyes staring at him for a few seconds before she frowned and sat up to look between the two.

She glanced down at her torso taking notice of how she was wearing his shirt, glancing under the covers, she could see that her shorts had disappeared and that she was only in her underwear.

NEW FLESH

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE: A LITTLE TOO HIGH