My eyes fluttered open, I turned my head and realized I was not in the guest room, slowly I sat up head pounding angrily, glancing to the left i had to squint my eyes slightly as the lights were dim but I could see the walls were a sweet baby blue and the room was large, much larger than any bed room I had ever seen, and my mother had a lot of rich friends, there wasn't much to see, one corner was occupied by a small nightstand, and in front of me the wall was dominated by a large tv.

A noise to my right made me jump a little, quietly I laid back down, appreciating the soft amazing cushioning of the bed, I rolled ever so slightly and there he was. The low light was from a small lamp that sat on the dresser he stood at, illuminating his body in a photogenic type of way, a brandy glass sat beside his hand and a bottle of pills beside that. But what really caught my attention, was him. His back was towards me but I couldn't stop admiring the ropes of his trapezius muscle (angel wings as I once heard my best friend Cindy call them) strained against his flesh as hunched over the dresser, clearly writing something. His biceps flexed, my breathing a hitched a little and as if he had supersonic hearing he turned. His chest was broads, defined and devoid of any hair, I had never been drawn to the male figure much, most of my exs had been on the chubbier side, bodies never mattered much to me, then again I had never really seen a male with a shirt on in person.

"Admiring the view?" He said with a smirk

I scoffed "ya rig-" I noticed just then as I took in a breath, a full breath, that I was no longer in my tightly laced corset, or blouse. Or any of my clothes at all, instead a white t shirt clung to my skin. "Did you undress?" The violation I felt was all too real yet mildly tainted with a little bit of shyness, no man had ever seen me nude before.

"You vomited all over yourself, I didn't think you wanted your mother to see you in that manner so yes i did." He turned away from me "don't think I took any pleasure from the ordeal either." He said matter of factly.

"Trust me...I don't." I said softly, he turned his head slightly

"What do you mean?" He asked

"My body isn't exactly braggable, men aren't scrambling to be with a woman who's bones stick out and has the chest of a 12 year old boy." I mumbled. He looked confused

"Your body is perfectly fine." He stated "only boys expect a woman to have huge breasts and mountainous curves. I think you look fine"

"My body has always been like this." I said "I've struggled with gaining weight my whole life." Why was I telling him this though? It was like drunken word vomit. "How long have I been out for?" I said changing the subject

"An hour maybe two, our mothers are downstairs watching ridiculous home movies." He said his tone snotty, running a hair through his slick backed hair, rolling his eyes as a piece fell out of place and into his face. He smoothed it back.

What a brat. But something inside of me felt for him, I could feel my face soften

"So tell me about yourself" i said, I wanted to not only know if he was somehow lying about his life and I was also just curious.

"What is there to tell? I was born almost 25 years ago, I drink a lot of brandy and I'm a Scorpio. I don't know what else you would want to know. I'd like to know why you're being so nosy." He grumbled.

"Why are you so full of yourself?" I asked

He growled lowly, I flinched nervously but at the same time my thighs clenched up with arousal. I wanted to be touched by a man, my fingers could no longer satisfy my urges but I wasn't sure I wanted to be touched by this man, despite how handsome he was, however my body was betraying me. If I stood up I'd practically dripping on the floor.

"Because I can be." It was clearly a sore subject.

"Girlfriend?" I blurted the question before I thought it through, I was immediately embarrassed, he rolled his eyes

"I don't have the desire." He said.

Oh. I thought "so are you...?" I trailed off

"No I am not gay." He snapped answering my question "I've just never met a respectable enough woman. They're all dirty heifers." His words were slurred but even though I knew he was drunk I knew he was telling the truth.

My insides knotted up, he thought that of me?"

"Oh..." i said "I should probably go to bed."

I stood up slowly but my legs wobbled, before I could hit the ground two muscular arms were around me, pulling me up he placed me gently on my feet. Our faces were so close our noses were practically touching, I could feel his breathe which reeked of Liquor brush across my face. I shuddered, my blood pressure spiked and goosebumps laced my skin.

I tried to step back but his hands tightened their grip. I stared at his lips which seemed as if they could have been carved from stone, sharp and chiseled. I held my breathe in anticipation of him pushing me away, laughing at the thought of a girl like me and a guy like him. But he didn't instead, he leaned a little closer. His blue eyes searched my face brows furrowed, his mouth hovered over mine and my breathe hitched. Hesitantly I closed the gap. I could tell he was unsure as was I considering this was only the second time I had ever kissed a boy. His lips expertly worked mine though and I couldnt help but wonder how many girls he had kissed in his 24 years of life, or why for that matter what I trying to put moves on a man 5 almost 6 years older than me. But I continued. His tongue pushed through my mouth and explored mine, Wetness between my legs grew as I felt his erection pressed against my thigh. I knew if I didn't stop now I would end up doing something I might later regret. I pulled away.

"Uh I need to go to bed." I stood up and quickly left the room leaving him looking confused standing in the middle of the room.

I fell into my bed. At least there was only 4 days left at this stupid house before I could go home and pretend none of this ever happened. My sex ached with need and although I knew my fingers could come nowhere near as close to pleasuring me as the real deal would be, I stripped off my underwear anyways inhaling the smell of cologne from his shirt which still clung to my naked body. My hand touched my pussy which was burning with desire and immediately I shuttered from just the one touch. I methodically began working one finger in and out as I thought about his kiss, the way his tongue toyed with mine in my mouth. I slipped two fingers in as I thought of the way his mouth tasted of brandy and sugar, the way his taste still lingered on my lips as I licked them my other hand began stroking my clit and I could feel my orgasm begin to well up in my stomach, my mind lingered on the thought of his expertly chiseled chest, the way his abs flexed when he breathed. sweat beaded on my forehead as I thought about the feeling of his cock pressed against my leg, I imagined the way he would hold me down, one hand around my throats the other guiding himself into me, sinking deep as he could possibly go, I imagined it was his hand touching my clit even though his hand was significantly larger than mine. All it took was that image and it was like a thousand fireworks went off in my brain, my body screamed as I spiraled into one of the best orgasms I've ever had. My hands fell away from my sex as I lay there breathing heavily.

My door slammed open, I sat up quickly as my mother barged in in a drunken stupor

She was laughing about something Gloria had said when she took in my appearance

"Anastasia are you ok? You look flustered." She said worried

"Uh yeah I'm fine just a bit of a fever is all I think." I said innocently, I could tell she wanted to come feel my forehead but she kept her distance.

"Ok well I'm going to head to bed, you just rest and make sure you take some cold medicine, I don't want to get sick." With that she shut my door softly and I could hear her move down the hall. I let out a breath and fell back onto my bed. Grabbing my purse I opened it grabbing out all 5 of my pill bottles and took my daily dose of 8 pills total. My illness was one thing I was quiet about, it wasn't that I was shy I just didn't want the pity. After a sip of water I laid down and slowly slipped into a heavy sleep, where I dreamed of Dandy, and sex, and brandy