Can't Blame A Girl for Trying
How could this have happened? One drink for the each of us. I shouldn't have done that. We're only fourteen. Now, we're in my bed, half-naked, and making out. First, I ruin our friendship by telling her I like her, and just when she thinks I don't have a crush on her anymore and we're friends again, I go and give her alcohol. Damn, she was asking to try it, and I can't say no to her. Why does she even have to make underaged drinking cute?
"Maya, come on. Get out of your underwear," my best friend said, a huge, drunken, smile on her face.
"Riley, no," I told her, pushing her away.
"Fine, I'll do it for you."
She crawls down to my legs and starts to slide down my panties. I dare not look at what is going on, but suddenly feel a slick, wet object glaze my private spot. I feel very aroused, but at the same time, very guilty. I know this is wrong, but I want it so much.
"Maya, you taste so good. Like strawberries," she pulls up to say. Just like that, she's back down there.
This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This isn't happening. She sits up after a minute, and I'm thinking, "Never do that shit again." She starts to slip out of her underwear.
"Riley, God dammit, we can't do this!" I yell as I put a pillow over my spot.
"Why not?"
"Because, it's freaking wrong!"
I get up and start to pick up my clothes. I can't leave. It's my house. Finally, I'm dressed.
"Maya, I'm sorry. I-I won't do it again. Hand me my clothes and keys."
She puts on her pyjama bottoms and proceeds to walk out the door.
So, that was the first chapter, and I must say it was quite a cliffhanger. Will Maya go after Riley, or let her drunk ass out on the streets? You guys decide. (I honestly already have ideas, though)