Ryan sat quietly in the darkened pool house waiting patently for Marissa to be done with her shower. Still feeling a little buzzed from the soccer victory party Ryan didn't remember to lock the door, like he usually does when he knows that more than likely Marissa will be spending the night.
She always spends the night when she is supposed to be spending time with her mother. Ryan didn't think it's her mother she was avoiding so much as 'grandpa'.
All his intoxicated mind could think about was Marissa Cooper naked soaping her body just a few feet away. The thought that all that stood between them was his cloths, which were easily lost and his inability to stand up got him very excited.
Marissa exited the bathroom in only a towel and came and sat on Ryan's lap. She hadn't been drinking, being the good girl for the evening.
"So exactly how drunk are you?" Marissa asked, slightly worried seeing as how she had never seen him drunk, and right now his eyes were all but crossed.
"I'm fine" Ryan slurred trying desperately not to think about how gorgeous Marissa looked in a towel with wet hair. With out thinking Ryan reached out a finger and caught the drop of water that was about to disappear into Marissa's cleavage. But being as drunk as he was Ryan didn't just move him finger forward he moved his entire upper body. This caused him to push both him and Marissa onto the floor.
So there they lay, spread out on the floor of the pool house. Ryan on top of Marissa and his finger wedged in between them, stuck in her cleavage. Marissa couldn't help but laugh at the situation. Usually she was the one to drunk, and needing to be cared for! And their position, though painful probably would look fun and incriminating to Mr. or Mrs. Cohen if they were to pick now of all times to start checking up on Ryan.
Ryan didn't get how it was funny, but then again he figured that was because he was drunk.
"Okay off off off I can't breathe!" Marissa started to protest trapped and crushed by the full weight of Ryan's well-built body!
With the help of Marissa Ryan managed to roll over sprawling himself on the floor, starring at the ceiling. All he could think about was how could he get the room to stop spinning long enough for him to take advantage of Marissa in a towel. Then suddenly Marissa's head up-strucked his view of the ceiling, throwing his already dazed perception for a loop.
"You are toasted! You big lush!" Marissa said before leaning in for a quick kiss. Being toasted Ryan kept on kissing her for a second after her lips had left his. God he's funny when he's drunk Marissa thought. She was straddling his waist now, which she quickly realized would look even worse if she was caught so she quickly stood up, and just as quickly moved away from Ryan to get changed. Sure they were together, but he really didn't need her standing naked except the towel over his head. That was just mean.
She quickly went through his stuff and picked out a pair of boxers and a wife beater. She pulled on the boxers and rolled them three or four times turning them into extremely low hot pants she realized, but there was nothing she could do. She had to roll them if they were gonna stay up. She then dropped the towel and slid the wife beater on quickly. Again realizing how dumb she was for putting a white shirt on her slightly damp body but again what was to be done. He only owned white wife beaters.
She crossed back over to him where she realized he had passed out. Unwilling to join him on the floor, or sleep alone in his bed she began to shake him trying to wake him up. He moaned and muttered something before pulling her down to the floor and wrapping her up in his arms.
"Come on Ry, we have to get you undressed and in bed." She said fighting with him but also fighting with herself due to the large part of herself that was willing to just close her eyes and go to sleep right there.
"Naked, who study's naked?" Ryan asked confusing real life with the memory of a conversation he had had with Seth a few days ago.
"Not naked but not in what you're wearing come on now get up." Marissa said pulling herself free standing up and now trying to pull him up as well.
With a few more mutterings of complaints to slurred and hushed to make out Ryan finally stood up. Wobbly as he was Marissa managed to get him to the bed and push him down on it. With a big thud and a few resounding bounces Ryan came to rest on the large mattress the Cohen's now provided him.
Marissa started by taking off his shoes, then both his sox's. Knowing that his pants would be the most difficult she left that for last. Happy for his casual style Marissa sighed and though how much harder it must be for him to do this for her. She gently crawled up the bed combing to rest when she was straddling his thighs.
"Come on Baby" She cooed as she tugged at his arms trying to get him to straighten out. After a few pulls she got him into an upright enough position and remove his top. She paused for a minuet and starred with lust filled eyes at his chest.
Ryan was well defined, ripped even and she had never really noticed till now how smooth he was. Luke had never really had a smooth chest, there was always stubble all over. A prickly chest is not a fun chest.
Ryan's chest seemed to meld flawlessly into his tight abs and thick shoulders. She ran a hand from his shoulders down over his stomach to the fly of his pants.
But before she started to undo them she looked to his face. She took in his features then came to rest on his eyes. Their eye's locked and she could see, the arousal, the passion, the love all covered by the thick veil of cheep beer and vodka, but before she could think about it to much he lost the strength to support himself and dropped back down onto the bed.
"Marissa," Ryan slurred from his now flat position, "Are you a virgin?" Ryan had been wanting to ask that question for some time, actually since she had told him he was to late the night of the party, but he had never had the courage.
"Ryan" Marissa said frozen for a second thinking about how to answer that. She quickly recovered though and finished removing his pants before crawling up next to him and laying herself beside him. "If you still want to know when you wake up tomorrow then I'll tell you. Okay?"
"It's okay if you're not" he said as he pulled her into his arms. "I won't think less of you." He paused for a long beat.
So long in fact Marissa had though he was asleep and had started to drift off herself. When he continued it startled her causing her to pick her head off his chest and look into his face. His face shown with innocence, something she couldn't recall ever seeing there before.
It was in fact with this innocent face that Ryan said "I'm not. But I wish I was so that you could be my first."
Marissa's heart just melted. He was sweet, even when he was drunk. Most of the guys she knew just got dumb and angry, but he got dumb and sweet. She liked that. She leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the check before settling back down on the bed.
Just as she got comfortable she heard the pool house door shoot open.
"Coop!"
Marissa turned quickly and saw that Summer was coming through the door very drunk and on the back of a also very drunk Seth. Summer had yelled so loud it not only startled her but Ryan jumped as well. Marissa was just about to get up when Seth dropped Summer onto Ryan's bad next to her than got in himself.
"What the hell . . ." Ryan said as he felt the bed shift and sink with the weight of the two new people.
"Dude I'm drunk, your drunk, Summer's drunk, and the queen of drunk is sober! Let us stay in here so my parents don't catch me. It's like a sleep over." Seth tried to snap his fingers then but ended up hitting Summer in the head instead.
"Owww" Summer said while Seth continued. "Come girls take off your cloths and have a pillow fight"
"Naked, no one studies naked." Ryan said for the second time this evening, making Marissa take note so she wouldn't forget to ask him about it in the morning.
"Oh man did I salt your game dude." Seth said finally realizing he had crawled into bed with two half dressed teenagers that so badly had the hot for one another. And the Ryan had just said naked. Was Ryan naked or was Marissa Seth wondered but was to drunk to ascertain.
"No dude, we were talking about how I don't have a Virginity so I can't give what I'm gonna take."
Marissa cringed when she heard that knowing that Summer was not gonna let that slip.
"Ryan you think . . ."
"Nothing! Summer lay down and shut up! It's bedtime. You too Seth. Everyone just shut up and go to sleep." Marissa yelled hoping no one would notice her obvious change of topic.
"Fine mom" Seth muttered as he laid back down and got comfortable.
Everything was quiet then, and Marissa laid back down to try and sleep to. She liked it better when she was the drunk one she decided.
