Panic Prone

Chapter Thirteen

skittlesxrayn

I don't know what came over me...but yeah, graphic chapter.

The party was now in full swing. Jay's house was packed with people. The music was blaring, drinks were pouring and there was a light fog of smoke above everyone's heads. Emma was sitting on the couch, talking to Peter. Peter was little drunk, Emma had only had a beer.

If you took a picture of Emma from a few weeks ago and held it up to her now, you wouldn't see the same person. Emma from a few weeks ago was tan, beautiful and healthy hair and she was a good 120 pounds. This Emma, the one at the party, was paler, her hair wasn't as healthy looking and was close to only weighing 100 pounds.

Sean was leaning against a wall, talking to Jay and Towerz. Jay kept shooting glances at the couple sitting on the couch. Peter's arm draped over Emma's thin shoulders, her body turned towards him. She was laughing at something Peter had said. Then got up and excused herself to the bathroom.

Jay took advantage of this.

He waited a few minutes, before falling her down the hall. She stepped out of the bathroom and Jay was standing there. He pushed her in to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him.

"What the hell, Jay!"

"Are you actually having fun with that creep?" Jay asked leaning against the door.

Emma sighed and sat on the counter, "What are you jealous or something?"

"No."

"Liar."

Jay looked at her. Her short skirt riding high up her thighs. Her shirt that clinged to her and showed the small amount of cleavage she had.

Emma raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing?"

He leaned off the door and walked closer to her. He stood between her legs, his hands on her bare thighs, "Nothing yet."

"And you're not going to do anything at all. Your girlfriend is here. Or did you forget again?"

"Do you always worry so much? You just need to relax." His hands moved farther up, going under her skirt.

"Help me relax." She didn't flinch. She bit her lip and moved closer to the edge of the counter. Her hands rested on his chest, pulling him closer.

His hands moved to her inner thighs, then rubbed against the fabric from her panties. He leaned in and kissed her, she kissed back, sliding her hands to his shoulders, deepening the kiss. He pushed her panties to the side and trailed a finger over her, then slowly circled her clit. She moaned softly in the kiss, signaling that she was enjoying it. He slid a finger in to her gently, not sure if she was a virgin or not. She gripped his shoulders, moving her hips against his hand.

The kiss was broken as she pulled Jay's shirt off, throwing it on to the bathroom floor. She wrapped her legs around him as he kept pleasuring her with his hand.

Her hands fumbled with his belt. She didn't know what she was doing but she knew she wanted more. She wasn't a virgin. She lost it while at camp over the summer, but he wasn't exactly close to being like Jay. Jay knew what he was doing.

His pants fell to the floor as he reached over and opened the draw, grabbing condom. He kept his hand moving, opening the wrapper with one hand, "You wanna, right?" He asked seriously.

She looked down at him, he was fairly larger than her first. She nodded, "Yeah, but not too hard."

"You're not a virgin right?"

She shook her head, "No. Now, stop with the questions." She wiggled out of her panties and then pulled her shirt off, leaving her in bra and skirt.

Jay slid the condom out and held on to her thighs. She started stroking his shaft slowly, but guiding him in. Her hands went back to his shoulders, holding on tightly. He bit his lip and thrusted deep in to her. She arched her back and started moving with him. He pumped in to her a little fast but careful not to hurt her. He squeezed her thighs and lifted her off of the counter. Her legs tightened around his waist as she moaned loudly.

"Shh," he said quietly, "There's a party going on." He sat down on the closed toilet.

"I don't care," she mumbled. She rocked on her body on him, her nails dragging on his chest.

He winced and thrusted harder in her. He held on to her hips, holding her down as he get moving in deeper. She moaned his name loudly and he crashed his lips against hers. She kissed him back hard, moaning in to his mouth.

"Em, I'm close," He groaned.

She tightened around him, "Me, too."

There was a knock at the door, neither of them stopped.

"It's occupied!" Jay shouted.

Emma arched her back, his every thrust grazing her g-spot.

"I'm gonna cum." He said quickly, before he started throbbing inside of her.

"Fuck," she screamed as she was hit by an intense orgasm.

They both slowed down, his hands rubbing her thighs and both of their breathing heavy.

She fell against him, her hea don his shoulder. He moved his hands, rubbing her back. They both caught their breath and Emma got off him slowly. She leaned against the wall, her legs a little wobbly. Jay took the condom off and cleaned. She started cleaning up and finding her forgotten clothes. She smoothed her hair out and un-smudged her make up. Jay was behind her, looking at the scratches on his chest. She turned and looked at him.

"Sorry, I just...got carried away."

He pulled his shirt on, "Don't worry about it."

He kissed her quickly, "Wait a minute before you come out, ok?"

She nodded slowly, "Ok."

He walked to the door and unlocked it. He opened it and stepped back out in to the party, closing the door behind him.

Guilt rushed over her. Was she just used? She fought back tears that were threatening to fall. She made sure she looked exactly how she did before she left Peter on the couch. She slowly walked out of the bathroom, her head down. She bumped in to someone.

She looked up, it was her brother.

"Where have you been?" He asked, impatiently.

"That beer made me feel like I was going to be sick." She answered quickly, too quickly.

"I just saw Jay walk out of the bathroom."

She looked away from him, spotting Jay arguing with Alex.

Towerz followed her gaze, "She saw, too. Along with some scratches."

Emma had left some marks above the collar of his shirt. She saw Alex's hand raise and slap Jay across the face.

"What the hell were you thinking, Em?" He asked, furious.

"Shut up. Ok? I don't need a lecture from you. How many girls have you had in your room in the past week?" She pushed past him and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a drink.

Peter was standing near by, piecing everything together as he slowly made his way over to Emma.