Title; Ends With A Bang
Summary; Damon, 16, hates being one of the few virgins in school so he goes to a club to loose it. Little did he know, he had spent the most magical night of his life with his best friends sister, 22 year old Elena. Will sparks fly?
Hello! It will start on Damon's POV just so you know. This is my first fanfiction so please go easy on me. If you like it, I hope to be updating as soon as possible.
Ugh, I completely hate school. Why does everyone have to be so damn horny all the time? Why can't people keep it in their pants, or better yet, not judge those who hasn't... had sex yet. Cause why the hell would someone want to stick their pencil stick up a woman's taco in the first place? Mystic Falls High is a bitch. Social Standards are a bitch. Judgmental pricks are a bitch! Just because I get good grades, stay out of trouble, not sagging where my pants is below sea level, doesn't mean that I am a dork. I'm just trying to get a good education. Now, I know having a significant other can be beyond legendary, but I should save myself. I don't wanna hand over my V-Card in exchange for a volcano of STDs, or worse, a baby. My best friends, Lorenzo, Alaric and Jeremy have all put out recently and has been respected by "The In Crowd". If I wanted to get laid, I would. I'm good enough. I have captivating icy blue eyes, amazing raven locks, and a killer personality. Or at least, that's what my mom told me when I was eight. Yeah I know, pathetic. But to be brutally honest, I only had one girlfriend my whole life. Turns out she only pretended to be interested in me to get her ex angry and it worked. Unfortunately I had to pay the price that resulted in a black eye and me limping for a couple days. Now here I am. Spending my Saturday evening with my best buds at Enzo's house.
"Dude, I swear, I saw the most beautiful woman I have laid eyes on," my buddy, Enzo said.
"You sure?" Jeremy asked.
"Positive. That blonde bodacious beauty had me drooling."
"Please, you said that about Kim Kardashian, your fifth grade English teacher, the stripper that lived next door, the bartender, the-"
"Shut up," Enzo interrupted him. "I am serious this time. She had the most infectious giggle I've ever heard, perfect curly hair, a flawless face, and she had a hot brunette friend to," he winked at us.
Enzo is the biggest manwhore I know. If you start a conversation with donuts, it ends with a novel about perky asses. Would you be surprised if I told you he lost his virginity at thirteen? No, of course you wouldn't. He has women falling for him when he says 'hi', given that British accent of his. His confidence has rubbed off of me from being friends with him for almost eight years, but not by much. On a scale of one to ten, I am a two. Yes, a two at confidence. Bookworms don't get the chicks, unfortunately.
"When are you not horny?" I chimed in.
"When he's at his grandma's house," Ric added and we all laughed.
"Pshaw, y'all just jealous cause I'm the only British stud that no woman can resist," Enzo boasted.
"I'm Italian," I said.
"My ancestors are Bulgarian," said Jeremy. We all looked at Alaric who looked dumbfounded.
"What? I'm All American all the time," he winked.
"Well this Brit is gonna eventually worm his way into the bodacious beauty's panties. Guess how loud I'd make her scream."
"Okay before this ends one of Enzo's paintings , I gotta get going. I gotta finish moving the rest of the boxes into my sister's place," Jeremy announced. He is moving in with his sister since his aunt died. Where is his parents? In New York handling being rich snobs instead of taking care of their children. I haven't personally seen his sister. Hell, I don't even know what she looks like. She is always in her room with a new guy at the house, or at some friends. That was five years ago, though. Recently she moved to California and went to college and worked for her parents' business. I heard she had a sister. I just don't know whether she is older or younger. Jeremy doesn't talk about them much.
"Need some help, buddy?" Ric offered.
"Yeah sure man. Only eleven more boxes to go. We'll be done in an hour at most"
They exited leaving only me and the sex-addict friend. Great.
"You know what you need?" he asked.
"Some earplugs?" I muttered under my breath.
"You need to put out. Let's go to the club. Tons of hot babes there, Damon," he winked.
"As much as I would like to... no."
"Awe come on, mate. If you don't want Tyler to be picking on you Monday, then I suggest taking me up on this offer."
Sighing, I knew I would eventually cave. He mastered the art of persuasion when we all started middle school together. No point in arguing.
"Fine."
"Awesome! We go tonight," Enzo cheered.
"What? No. I have nothing to wear," I argued.
"No problemo." he ventured in his closet and tossed me a black shirt, dark fitted jeans and a leather jacket to top it all off. "Now get dressed."
I swear this dude is trying to turn me into an Enzo 2.0 Italian Edition. Making my way into the bathroom, I discarded my clothes leaving me in only my boxers. I am going to put out. I have to put out. Its the only way to survive high school, right? Plus, you never know who I could find there. Better not be a transsexual though. I'm sure I'd go ape-shit if that happened. I put on Enzo's jeans that I realized that it was tight. If I had a boner at the club, there will be no way of hiding that. My abs looked okay. Its not like the typical jocks' that were all bulky. Mine was evenly toned and didn't look like I put much work into it. Cause I didn't. Too many books to read to lift of some weights. Smoothly putting on my shirt, I headed out into the living room.
"Ah, there you go! Fits like a glove... Hmmm," Enzo furrowed his brows.
"What?"
"Something's off," he ruffled up my hair that I spent precious time fixing up. How the- "There you go."
"Seriously? Was that necessary?" I asked irritated.
"Yes, now lets go," he beckoned me with his hand.
Driving in the passenger's seat of his, I decided to make some changes with myself. I can't be the shy sixteen year old who stutters each time a pretty girl acknowledges my existence. I have to have confidence. I have to know that I'm the eternal stud. I have to believe that by some sheer luck, I'd have the hottest girl in that fucking club waiting in line to give me a lap dance. Smirk, be confident, hell, even cocky if that's what it takes.
"We're here," Enzo sang. "Oh, and before I forget, the ticket to paradise!"
"What's that," I asked confused.
"Fake IDs," he smiled.
Taking it, I looked at it and damn I looked hot in that. I wondered what ever happened to that bedazzled shirt. Woah, what the hell? "I'm twenty-five?"
"You can pass as one, y'know?"
"Whatever," I sighed exiting his Mercedes Benz.
"Follow my lead, twinkle toes."
"Aye Aye, butter fingers."
After showing the security doofus our fake IDs, I officially lost faith in all humanity. There was no flipping way we looked of age. All of a sudden the girls just undressed me with their eyes. I was all but comfortable. Maybe I should get a couple drinks to make it through sex, I'd be lucky if I make it through the conversation. These girls were all cake-faced and half naked. Everybody was drinking, bumping and grinding, and sweating up a storm. I thought clubs would've been more... clean-ish.
"Ooh, I see my bodacious blonde. See ya on the other side, mate," he waved.
I could break out a single "You Got A Friend In Me" but seems like I got ditched for someone he hasn't even talked too. Oh well, the bar it is!
"What would you like to drink?" the red headed bartender asked leaning against the counter top overexposing her over sized plastic boobs.
"Bourbon. Neat."
"Coming right away," she flashed her smile. I don't want to be rude and say she smeared some red lip stick on her front tooth, but I don't wanna be near her for too long. Seems like she over done it with the perfume.
That's when I saw her. The mighty fine brunette who was rocking the dark red tank top and short shorts. Damn! She has legs for days, I'm telling you. Aaaand my bubble was ruined when some curly haired male followed her grabbing her arm to stop her.
"Come on. Don't be that way El-"
"Stop it. Can you seriously leave me alone?" she huffed.
"You know what we had was special. Stop fighting it babe." He reached to touched her cheek, but she swatted it away.
"Listen, it was fun while it lasted, but you ruined it."
"How?" he asked as if she said she had a third nipple.
"You got emotionally attached. That's how. Now, can you please. Vamoose!"
"I know you feel the same way. Don't deny this." Okay, the dude is so annoying right now. Couldn't he just scram? Clearly, she doesn't want his ratchet ass anyways.
"Mason," she wrapped her arms around his neck in a seductive way, "you really want me?" she asked over the loud music and dancing.
"Like a flower needs water," he smirked.
I couldn't quite hear what she said as she leaned in brushing her lips against his ear. All I know is as soon as she pulled back, he face fell in an instant.
"Buh-Bye," she waved playfully.
"This isn't over," he groaned.
"Here's your drink, handsome," the bartender slut handed me my trusty bourbon. I downed it without a flinch. I know what you're thinking, 'how the hell can a sixteen year old boy down a glass of strong liquor with ease?' Obviously, I drink a lot. I have a lot of my dad's left over beer, wine and all the alcohol you can image down in the cellar. Nobody's touched it since my parent's died and I didn't want to let some of the good shit go to waste.
"Can you give me a vodka tonic?" the sexy brunette ordered.
"You look pretty irritated," I smirked.
She turned to face me, "Yeah, well, a shitty day can do that to you."
"Well you have to end a Saturday night with a bang."
"And how will I do that?" she asked with a mischievous smile.
"It's hard to explain. It's more of a demonstration," I added with a wink.
As the bartender gave her the mysterious beauty her drink, she drank it like a pro. "A demonstration is all I need."
"Perfect," I whispered into her ear.
"Yours or mine?"
"Yours." I didn't need to think about that question. If I brought her to my place, my thirteen year old brother, Stefan, would be pestering me about why I have a girl in the house.
"Let's go then, shall we?"
"We shall."
Entering the house, I attacked her lips clumsily finding our way to her bedroom. Kicking the door closed, I explored her body with my hands. Feeling up every magnificent curve of her body. Its about time we reached the bed. This girl was like a drug. She practically ripped my shirt off- er, Enzo's shirt, as did I. Her soft petit hands feeling up my chest and lower abdomen. I reached to cup her breasts through her bra never once taking my lips off hers kissing her hungrily. She was so magnificent. She had the aroma of lavender that was shooting up my nose. Her lips was soft, yet demanding. She turned me on my back, straddling me, kissing me from my jaw to my neck making her way down 'till finally undoing my jeans. I happily helped take it off. I needed skin to skin contact anyways. She took my pants off, along with her shorts and grabbed my member. I grew harder by the minute as she marveled it stroking it with care. Suddenly, her eyes flickered to mine. The lust was real! She didn't want or need foreplay. She aligned her opening with my length and slowly went down on me. She was so warm and inviting. Her hips gyrating on my pulsating dick had me in deep ecstasy. She went up and down grabbing my hands and placing it on her soft breasts. Caressing it softly, she threw her head back and moaned in pleasure picking up her pace.
Flipping her on the bed, I eagerly plowed into her. Meeting each other thrust for thrust. My hands on the side of her head keeping me upright, I leaned in nibbling her neck making sure to leave a love bite and blew on it causing her to shiver. The brown-eyed beauty wrapped her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist. Each moan encouraged me to drill into her deeper and faster. I couldn't fight the moan back as she digged her nails in my skin.
"Ohh, right there," she exclaimed as I hit her G-Spot perfectly.
"Fuck, you feel so good on me, baby," I moaned devouring her lips in desperation.
"I'm almost there!" she said after every breath. I fingered her clit again, holding nothing back and I felt her walls clench around my manhood. Before I knew it we both reached our climax together riding it out. Collapsing beside her with me still inside her, I kissed her slowly. This kiss wasn't an ordinary kiss. It was one where it was slow and meaningful. It sent sparks going through me as our tongues fought for dominance. Pulling back, we gazed at each others' eyes. Blue meets brown. Her rosy cheeks were flushed making her even more beautiful. I lost my virginity. Its gone. No take backs. Wow, that was... better than I could have imagined. I want more of her. It's like my body is craving to touch her more. Too late to stop me now cause I am now using the wrong head.
"Round two?"
Author's Note
My first fanfiction! I hoped you liked it. Elena is 22 and has no idea, at this point, that he is 16 and is friends with Jeremy. Did you guys know the blonde beauty Enzo has the hots for? I dunno, it could be Caroline or Rebekah. And I know, the smut wasn't that good. I'm 15 and trying though. I had this idea in my head for a while now, so I thought, "might as well waste time and write it." Please review this please. Hoping on making more chapters. :) Read and Review. Constructive criticism is welcomed.