It Always Works
Mimi, want to go to Tai's party tonight? Sora. I read the text on my D-Terminal and sighed. Of course I wanted to go to the party, but could I? Seventeen-year-old Motomiya Daisuke was causing me some major problems. I had gotten so shit-faced a couple months ago that I slept with him. Ever since then he had been trying to get with me again. This wouldn't be such a huge problem, I had been known to break hearts, but he was good, and I mean really good. As in best I'd ever had good. His constant attempts to get with me were wearing me down and I had a feeling that I was going to break soon.
My D-terminal buzzed again. Sora was waiting for an answer. I didn't have anything else to do and all of my closest friends were going to be there. I had to go or spend this Saturday locked in my room doing nothing. I typed back an answer before I could change my mind. I'll be there. What time does it start?
I got my response almost immediately, Nine. I'll be there to pick you up at eight-thirty.
I looked at the time in the corner of the screen. It was already seven.
"Shit," I swore under my breath and took off towards the shower, stripping as I went. That was the best thing about having my own apartment, it afforded me freedom to run around naked.
I turned the water on full blast and with one hand started scrubbing my hair, now a vibrant cerulean, as I began lathering my body up with body wash with the other. I had managed to do all that in record time and went to grab my razor and shaving cream, but hesitated. If I didn't shave then I couldn't sleep with Daisuke. I couldn't bear to have my reputation tarnished like that. The label of slut I could deal with, the label of hairy I could not.
Once I got out of the shower I did my hair and make-up as fast as I could. I managed to get it all done with just moments to spare. As soon as I made it back into the living room Sora walked in the front room. "Are you ready to go? I'm having a rough week and I could definitely use a few beers and a round or two with Taichi in the sack."
I laughed. Sora was always up for a few beers and a go with Tai. It was her specialty. I grabbed my purse. "Let's go. The night is a wasting!"
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I had already had a few more beers than I should and it was only eleven-thirty. Luckily I had yet to see Daisuke and I was hoping to keep it that way. I was going to have a hard time resisting him, or anyone else for that matter, as drunk as I was.
No sooner than I thought that I felt two strong hands on my shoulders and a rough voice whisper in my ear, "Hey Mimi, I've been looking for you."
I felt myself getting hot and mentally groaned as the images of our last encounter flooded into my head. Him and I making out, caressing me and how he lasted for hours, hitting everything just right… He was definitely testing my will.
"Hey, Dai!" I greeted cheerily, trying to keep the desire out of my voice. I failed miserably as my it came out husky and filled with lust.
"So, we had so much fun last time," he said, then he just kissed me. God did it feel good. I melted into him and kissed him back, ferociously claiming his mouth with my own. He stood me up and took me towards Matt's room, nearly crashing both of us into the door frame. We hit the bed in a pile and he immediately went for my shirt and bra. I would have protested, but I realized I was too turned on to care. My bra was quickly ripped from my body and as he went on ravishing me he went for my pants. Something managed to break through my lust and alcohol driven daze as the button popped open. Stop, you didn't shave. I growled, trying to ignore the little voice, but it was very insistent.
"Daisuke, Daisuke!" I called, trying to get him to stop. Finally I just grabbed him by his mass of red hair and yanked him into view. "Stop. We can't do this tonight."
He looked at me, confusion in his eyes. "Why not? You seem to be in to it."
I blinked for a second, trying to come up with a good excuse. I hadn't expected him to question me. "I'm on my period."
"Seriously? But I'm so turned on right now. Can you at least give me head or something?"
I glared at him. "And not get anything in return? No. I'm not doing something unless I get something out of it." With that I stood up and left, quite proud of my new found drunk check.
This chapter's secret:
I purposefully don't shave when I know I might be tempted to have sex with someone I shouldn't. It always works.
