ok. i would like 2 start off by saying how incredibly sry i am 4 not posting in 4ever. i actually found a website called fictionpress where i could just write my own, completely made up stories w/my characters. so, i wasnt sure if i was going 2 keep continuing on these stories, but ive gotten such positive feedback on this one and reely hav a lot in mind. so, here it is, and i would like 2 first tell 2 tht this chapter is where it starts getting M rated. dont say i didnt warn u. enjoy:-)

Chapter Three

The Afterlife of the Party

Josh pushed his way through the crowd in Preston's living room in search of Andy. He couldn't find her anywhere. The only place where he hadn't looked was by the kegs, and he doubted she was there. Nevertheless, he maneuvered his way over to the kegs and found a girl with curly, honey-colored hair draped over the side of a boy with light brown hair. He also seemed to be eating her face off. That can't be Andy, Josh thought to him self, despite the fact that she had on the same exact clothes that Andy wore today, though the girl's curly honey-colored hair wasn't in a ponytail. He hesitantly moved over to the pair, and soon, the color drained from his face; it was Andy.

All of the sudden, he had to urge to beat this guy to a pulp. He grabbed Andy's shoulder and pulled her around, detaching their lips and leaving them with stunned faces, "What the hell are you doing?" Josh asked her, angrily.

Andy had a bewildered look on her face, and looked up at him with glazed eyes, "Having fun," she said simply. The boy reminded Josh of Evan, which pissed him off even more. What was Andy doing with him?

Josh clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "Let's go. Now," he said.

Andy was still on the boy's lap and had one arm around his shoulders, "Why?" she whined.

"Because, I said so," Josh said.

Andy glared at him, "Hey, you didn't see me getting all pissy when Miss Bimbo threw herself at you," she said sturdily, despite her currently drunkend state.

Josh felt his face turn a little pink, but he was still mad, "Come one," he said, grabbing her arm and pulling her off the boy, who still looked extremely confused. Instantly, Josh found that pulling her up fast wasn't a good idea. She immediately started to sway and fell down. He threw his arms under her and caught her just in time.

Andy looked at Josh's arms around her and looked up at him, cocking her head to one side, making Josh feel a little nervous, "You're cute," she decided out loud. Josh's face immediately turned a deep shade of red, causing Andy to giggle in a very un-Andylike manner.

Suddenly, Andy's head shot up, "Oh! I love this song!" she said, referring to a screamo song that had started a minute ago.

Josh looked at her hesitantly and said, "I think we should go."

Andy shook her head vigorously, causing her to lose her balance a bit, but she didn't fall, "Will you dance with me?" she said. Before he had time to respond, Andy pulled him into the crowd of people. It was hot and stuffy, and smelled like a mixture of alcohol and BO. Andy stopped moving and pushed her body up against Josh's and wrapped her arms around his neck. Damn, Andy, Josh thought to himself as she rubbed her body against him. Then, she pushed her lips against his, throwing him completely off guard.

He could taste the beer on her tongue that she forced into his mouth, but this time, he didn't care. Kissing Andy was different than kissing Ashleigh; with Ashleigh there was only heat, but with Andy, there was real passion. The kind of passion that made Josh's knees go weak and feel sparks between their lips, making his body tingle when she grasped his hair in her hand. An involuntary moan escaped his lips, causing Andy to smile and kiss him deeply, making him want to moan again.

Though he didn't want to, he knew they should stop. He gently parted his lips from hers, "Let's go," he said softly. She was staring at him and nodded, grasping onto him in an effort to balance herself.

When they got outside, Andy groaned, "I don't feel good," she moaned.

"I bet you don't," Josh said, right before Andy turned her head and puked in Preston's mom's pink tulips. Josh made a disgusted face; he really hated drunk people. Andy collapsed to the ground and emptied the contents of her stomach, while Josh gathered her hair and in his hand and rubbed circles on her back. When she was done, she spit and whimpered, staying on the ground.

"Come on, And," Josh said, "I have a water bottle in the car that you can rinse your mouth with." She looked up at him and held up a shaky hand that he took gently, lifting her to her feet. Unfortunately, standing seemed to challenge Andy a lot more, and she was pretty much leaning all her weight on Josh.

Contemplating what to do, he decided that he should just carry her to the car, "Andy, put your arm around my shoulder," he said. She gave him a goofy grin and did what she was told. Then, he slipped his arms under her body and lifted her off the ground, causing her to squeal and giggle, before she hiccuped.

"Why did you go with her?" Andy whined, burying her head in his neck.

Josh knew she was talking about Ashleigh, "I don't know," was all he could say, because he had no other answer.

"Do you like her?" she asked him.

"No," Josh said, halfway to the car. His answer satisfied Andy, and she began to kiss his neck, making his skin tingle in every place her lips touched.

"Andy," he moaned. She giggled and stopped, resting her head on his shoulder.

Finally, he reached the car. He struggled to unlock the car without dropping Andy, but he succeeded, and opened the passenger door, placing Andy in the seat carefully and buckling her seatbelt.

He pulled up into Andy's driveway, thankful that her parents weren't home yet. Josh parked the car, and got out of the car, making his way over to Andy's door. He unbuckled her seatbelt and lifted her out of her seat, and she immediately wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, placing her head in the crook of his neck with a sly smile on her face. He swallowed and tried to open the door. It was locked. Duh, stupid, Josh scolded himself in his head.

"Andy? Do you have a key?" he asked her softly.

She nodded her head, "Yeah, in my pocket," she said, making no effort to get it.

"Well...um...could you take it out for me?" he asked her.

She shook her head, the same smile plastered on her face, "No, I think you're perfectly capable of getting it," she said. Josh looked at her and saw that she wasn't going to get it, and then carefully slipped his hand in Andy's pocket, still trying to carry her. Somehow, the simple action of his hand in her front pocket made him nervous, and he tried not to turn pink.

When he finally retrieved the key, he slid it in the door and twisted it, before turning the door knob and pushing the door in. He knew where her bedroom was, and carried her up the steps of her house. He pushed open the door with his foot, and walked over to the bed, before carefully setting her on it. Andy was know lying comfortably on the bed, with her arms still around his neck, and he was leaning over her.

He swallowed once, "A-Andy. I have to go," he said, and he knew that his voice sounded nervous. Andy just smiled and let her hands move down to the collar of his shirt. She gripped the fabric in her hands and pulled him closer to her. He hardly struggled when she pressed her lips against his, making him feel everything he felt when they kissed at Preston's house.

Suddenly, Josh pulled away and free of Andy's grasp, "I have to go," he said quickly, making his way over to her door. However, Andy scrambled from her bed, and drunkenly ran over to the door, slamming it closed and turning around, her arms spread across the door, her body clumsily leaning on it.

Then, she walked over to Josh and placed a finger on his chest, "You...are not...going...anywhere," she said, making him walk back wards and pushing him back onto the bed with one finger. He had no intention of disobeying her, and didn't move a muscle as she flung a leg over one side of him, straddling his hips.

"First," she said, grabbing the bottom of his button down shirt, "let's get rid of this," she said, tugging it off of him and dropping it on the floor next to the bed, leaving him in his t-shirt.

She pushed his t-shirt up and pressed her hands against bare skin, slowly sliding her hands up his body, bringing herself down on him more and more. Only this time when their faces were a centimeter apart, Josh was the one to make the move. He picked his head up and connected his lips to hers, bringing up a hand to press it against the back of her neck. She attacked his lips with raw passion, and she pushed his t-shirt up more, disconnecting their lips long enough for her to pull his shirt up and over his head, tossing it on the ground. Then, she sat up and looked down at him with a wicked smile. Slowly, she lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it behind her, revealing a lacy black bra.

Josh swallowed hard, "Damn, Andy," he croaked, surprised that he had said it out loud. She just giggled and he sat up too; now she was in his lap. He kissed her again and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he unbuttoned her jeans and struggled to pull them off her. Without disconnecting their lips, she repeated the same action with his pants, though he helped her clumsy, drunk fingers. Then, he turned them around so that Andy's back was facing the headboard. He moved his hands to the clasp of her bra, and then stopped, taking his lips off of hers, moving his mouth to right next to her ear.

"If we keep going, I don't think I'll be able to stop myself," he breathed into her ear, causing a shiver to run up her spine, making her want to sigh. She answered him by unclasping the bra herself, and tossing it high over his head like it was just a nuisance getting in the way. He swallowed and adverted his eyes, not sure what to do. She smiled at his shyness and tenderly placed her hands on his cheeks.

"It's okay, you can look," she encouraged softly, slowly turning his head to look at her. He looked at her body, and then back at her face.

"You are so beautiful," he marveled, kissing her softly on the lips.

"Are you sure?" she asked, looking at him curiously for his answer. And then, he put his mouth right by her ear again, and with his slow, husky whisper of 'yes,' she knew that he meant it. She kissed him again, and he placed a hand on her back, slowly lowering her down onto the bed again with him on top of her.

"Your parents..." he said in a weak, defeated voice.

"Won't be back until morning," she finished for him, "what, are you scared?" she said, smirking at him.

"I don't know," he breathed, "I mean...it's just...I never have actually-"

"Neither have I," she finished again. Then she kissed him again, "It's alright, Josh. Please, keep going," she said. Then he looked into her eyes and knew she meant it, and when their lips met again they didn't stop until it was over.

so there it is! i promise, this was not just a sex scene 4 the sake of sex, its wat triggers the rest of my story. i promise, it has a purpose. pleez review or i wont post again! and i'll try my hardest 2 post quickernext time, but i hav more stories on my fictionpress account tht i luv (which, if u want the url of my account plz message me or leave it in a review) thanx 4 sticking w/me guys!

-guardgurlXOXO