"So, how you liking England so far?"
Oliver asked, wearing a jean jacket as he had his hands stuffed in his front pockets. The two of them were walking to Kristy's place. It was a chilly evening, and after getting a bit of a buzz over at her father's, she had been pleasantly surprised when the telephone rang and it was Oliver saying he was in the area and would love to see if she still wanted a drink? Trying her hardest not to giggle, she said sure before quickly putting on her coat, kissing her father goodbye, and hurrying out. There, standing on the sidewalk was Oliver waiting. Smiling, she hurried out and looked up at him.
"Hi..."
Smiling, Oliver stared down at her.
"Hello."
It only took a block for Oliver to see that Kristy was clearly drunk, and couldn't seem to stop laughing. Playfully, she hit his arm, nearly stumbling as the two walked on. Kristy admitted she may of had too much wine, and the two decided on grabbing a cup of coffee. Heading to a small shop, the two got a booth and split a muffin as Kristy tried to sober up by drinking some strong black coffee. Oliver asked how her father was? Kristy said fine, he needed stitches, but insisted on having people over tonight. She struck around the rest of the day helping, while her step mother sulked and did nothing. It was a business partner of her father's, and his family. She explained how awful it was since they kept trying to set her up with their teenage son. Instead she drank too much, and finally slipped out. Oliver listened grinning as Kristy went on saying she was happy for her father, it was just her step mother who seemed to be acting so strange lately.
Once they had gotten back from the hospital, she had given her father a hard time on having people over since they were barley unpacked. She explained how she had stuck around and got the dinning room set up and even ran to the market for her father, getting everything ready. She told Oliver about how years ago, before he married Julia he always had people over. She could remember back when her mother was alive how often they would have company over and how happy it used to make him.
She told Oliver how pleased her father was with the mattress being moved and had mailed a tip for him and the other guys through the company. Oliver shook his head saying no need, it was his pleasure to help. As the two sipped coffee, he asked if she liked her step mother. Shrugging, Kristy picked at her muffin and sighed.
"I don't know, I just think daddy was lonely. I think he rushed into it. You wouldn't believe how different they are. He tries so hard, and all she does is bust his chops about it. I mean look, he moved all the way over here just to please her and she can't even say thanks..."
"Has she always been this way?"
Kirsty shrugged.
"Hard to really say. She's always been cold, but since they got married things have been worse. I think this movie was a last ditch attempt on my father's part."
Once they were finished, Oliver insisted on paying and the two strolled around the chilly streets for a while. Oliver showed a few photos he had of his daughter in his wallet, and the two had a good laugh over Kirsty nearly tripping over the cobble stoned sidewalk. Oliver held her side, helping her before the two gazed into each other's eyes. Nervously, still slightly buzzed Kirsty nervously bit her bottom lip.
"Want to come upstairs?"
Oliver lifted his eyes looking up at the building, smiling he grinned.
"Um, you sure...I mean after all you didn't seem to want to buy the bed I was offering to sell today?"
Giggling, Kirsty looked him over before playfully pulling him by the collar.
"Come on..."
Together the two hurried up the creaking stairs, up towards her apartment. By the time they reached her door, Kirsty had her hands all over him. Their mouths opened and closed in a complete frenzy. Feeling his full lips smash against hers, their mouths deeply began kissing harder as his tongue began to explore hers. Feeling his large hands begin to roam up and down the sides of her body, she moaned slightly before unlocking the door, nearly dropping the keys. Both held onto each other stumbling in before Oliver kicked the door closed. Both began franticly pulling at each other's clothes. Kirsty began fumbling with his belt buckle, while his hands started unbuttoning her blouse. Wrapping her arms around him, she laughed before both stopped, breathless and flushed.
Motioning to her fold out sofa, which was unmade, she began to laugh. Oliver nuzzled her neck, sucking her skin before both fell backwards on it, making the springs underneath loudly squeak. Laying on top of her, Oliver kissed down her neck, and began to open her blouse, hands going over her breasts.
"Got a condom?"
He asked breathless. Shaking her head, she pulled him closer.
"I'm on the pill, it's okay. Come on..."
Feeling the room spin. Kirsty began to squirm underneath, pressed against the mattress. Running her hands through his thick hair, she helped him pull down his jeans before suddenly everything became dim and dark. Floating into a darkness, Kirsty fell into a dark abyss.