Reese's POV

I loved the fact that my parents were out almost all the time because I pretty much had the house all to myself.

Krystal did a twirl. "So, what do you think?"

I smirk. " I think you'd look better out of it."

"Reese!"

"It looks nice," I laugh. She huffs.

"That's what you said about the last one. Don't you have any other adjectives besides nice?"

"Pretty? Why are you trying on dresses here anyway?"

She rolls her eyes. "To get a second opinion duh."

"It's a house party not a gala."

"These are causal dresses Reese. Gosh. Know the difference."

The dress is burgundy and short, the skirt flowy and stopping mid thigh. It has thin straps and is low cut.

"I like it."

"Really?" She crosses her arm and looks at me dubiously.

"Yes really," I grab her hand and pull her closer. Then I flip her onto the bed.

"I have to try on the other dresses!" She protests.

"Later," I kiss her neck and I feel her shiver. Then I move my lips to her mouth. She responds almost immediately and runs her hand through my hair.

Krystal always has this fruity smell and it's a bit intoxicating. Maybe it's all the crap she buys at Bath and Body works. Her bathroom was loaded with their products.

Krystal pulls back and forces me to turn over so she's on top. She straddles me and starts rocking her hips. I open her mouth to deepen the kiss and run my hands down her back to her ass squeezing. She moans into my mouth. She reaches down to pull my shirt up and I help her take it off.

Krystal starts to kiss down my chest. She is so fücking sexy and I feel a bit like I've taken a hit of cocaine. That's how high I'm feeling right now.

When she reaches my hips she sits up and pulls my jeans off. Then she lays a lingering kiss on my pelvis before reaching for the waistband of my boxers.

Fück. Fück me.

She looks up at me with a mischievous smile on her face. "Remember that day at the beach when you asked me if I've ever given head before?"

Hell yes I remember that day clearly. Very vividly actually.

"Well I haven't..." she trails off. "But I'm open to tying new things."

She's going to fücking kill me.

"You should probably take off that dress then," I smirk. "Don't want to get any stains on it."

She bites her lips and removes the dress tossing it aside. She's wearing a purple lace bra and...is that a thong?

My dïck is straining against my boxers. It feels like torture as she slowly pulls them down and grips my length. I feel like I'm going to come in about a second, that's how much she affects me.

At first she just rubs her hands up and down, then she licks her lips and I can't take it.

"Krystal you're killing me here," I groan.

"But teasing makes it all the more fun," she says with a wicked smile.

She really is evil.

She kisses the tip and my hips automatically buck. She reaches a hand out and presses me back down. This is equivalent to torture.

Then she slowly takes me in and it takes all the control I have to not force her head down more because I know this is her first time and I don't want her to choke.

I feel her tongue swirling around me and she hollows out her cheeks to take more of me in. Then she comes back up and repeats the process, gaining speed and rhythm.

I'm on a high better than any drug could give me.

I hold out for as long as I can. I'm proud of myself actually because initially I thought I would come within a minute.

"Krystal you should pull out because..." I cannot finish my sentence but Krystal gets the hint and just sucks harder.

So I come in her mouth and a little on her and she licks every last drop.

I close my eyes panting heavily.

"Was I ok?" Krystal's voice causes my eyes to fly open.

"Okay?" I ask incredulously. "You were better than ok."

"Good," she smiles. She starts to get off the bed but I pull her back.

"Ah ah ah. My turn."

Krystal's POV

This time when we pull up to Marcus's house for the party I'm prepared. I don't even flinch at the loud music, trash strewn everywhere, or couples making out.

"Ah Krystal," Marcus greets Reese and I. "Long time no see. Where's the boyfriend?"

I momentarily falter before grinning. "What boyfriend?"

He laughs. "Touché."

I shove Josh into a box in my mind and lock it up. I know eventually I'll have to face the situation. What will happen when he gets back and summers over? But those are questions I don't want think about right now.

I just want to live in the moment.

Reese pours us a couple shots and I knock mine back. I've never been drunk in my life. I guess this could be a first. So I mix and match different drink combinations.

Reese is drinking like he doesn't even have a liver. I've never seen him drunk before.

This should be fun.

I'm a lightweight so it doesn't take me long to be completely intoxicated. Everything feels a hundred time more amplified and distorted all at the same time.

"Let's dance!" I grab Reese's hand and drag him toward the dance floor. He stumbles along behind me.

"You like to dance a lot," he grins

"No. I like to dance on you."

I turn around and grind on him shaking my hair and throwing my arms in the air. His arms go around me and he pulls me flush against his back as I move against him, trailing kisses down my neck.

There are flashing lights and people packed onto the dance floor. I spot a girl topless on a guys shoulders swinging her shirt and hollering. I wonder how Marcus finds the means to throw these wild parties. He is very resourceful.

I turn around to face Reese continuing to dance against him and he pushes us backward until we're against the wall. Then he hoists my leg up around him and crashes his lips against mine. I open my mouth and allow his tongue to slide in. His hand goes under my dress and plays with the hem of my underwear.

"Come on," he pulls me through the crowd and toward a hall way into a small closet.

Oohhhh. Scandalous.

I giggle as he closes the door and turns to me

"So where were we?"

"I don't know you'll have to remind me," I smile coyly.

We start kissing again and this time when he reaches under my dress he pulls my underwear down and slips his fingers into my core. I moan loudly as he massages and rubs my clit.

Before I can come he removes his fingers. He yanks his pants and boxers down before quickly snapping on a condom and entering me. I grip his biceps tightly. He lifts me up until my legs are wrapped around his waist.

"Eres tan jodidamente sexy. Y mío," he groans into between thrusts.

All I get from that sentence is sexy. And I do feel sexy. He makes me feel sexy.

I tug on his hair and bite his neck as we fück against the wall. The fact that we're at a party with a bunch of people makes it all the more thrilling.

I come first calling out his name and he follows shortly after. Then he sets me down, we adjust our clothes like nothing happened and walk out casually. Reese chucks the used condom into a nearby trash.

The rest of the night is a blur of drinks and dancing.

*****

My skull is bashing against my head. It hurts so bad and my entire body aches. I spend a good five minutes trying to peel my eyes open.

Where am I? I slowly turn my head to the side. I'm on a bed. I can feel the sheets beneath me. As far as I can tell there's no one else in here.

Then I hear a groan on the floor.

I sit up, wincing as my head throbs. Reese is sprawled out across the floor in just his boxers. I realize I'm wearing nothing but underwear. 

What the hell happened?

Suddenly a wave a nausea overwhelms me and I grab a brown paper bag nearby hurling in it.

"Krystal?" I hear Reese mumble as I throw up. After I finish I feel like my insides have been turned inside out. Ugh. Now my mouth tastes like vomit.

"Where are we?" I croak out.

"Marcus's place still," he replies slowly pushing himself up. I see him flinch as he does so. "Fück. It's been so long since I got that plastered."

"I can see why," I feel ten times worse than when I came down from my first high.

At least I could cross getting drunk off my summer bucket list.

I search around for our missing clothes and find them thrown in the corner. All I want to do is get home, shower, brush my teeth and sleep. No doubt I'll get a lecture about staying out overnight without telling them and it won't be because they care, it'll be because they don't want to look like irresponsible parents. All for the sake of their 'image.'

I'm almost that afraid to look in a mirror because I know I'll probably scare myself. However I have to know the damage done.

My hair is a little tangly, but not so much it looks like a birds nest. My eye makeup is smudged making me look like a raccoon and I have lipstick across my cheek.

All in all I look a hot mess.

I run my hand through my hair and try to get out the knots as best as I can until I can reach a hairbrush. Reese zips up his pants and puts on his t-shirt.

"Well," he says. "That was wild."

Yeah. I smile. It was.

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