This night started out like every other one had after my parent's death. I lay in bed, pouting and thinking about where my life was going. Then, after unsuccessfully convincing myself I shouldn't go out that night I went to my booze cabinet. The bottles, taken from the many parties I had been to, were lined up neatly. I was only 18 so I hadn't bought any of my stash, but I had a feeling no one was missing the random assortment of popular poison. After picking out a half empty bottle of rum I stumbled over to the cabinet that held my cheap, plastic cups. I poured the small cup half full with the rum and chugged it, I instantly felt the familiar warmth. I filled it again and put a few ice cubes in it. I took it with me into my grungy bathroom, towels were everywhere, along with empty cups of whatever I fancied the nights before. I was obviously a big believer in pre-gaming, and also never being sober enough to feel the death rising up inside me.
After I had a few more sips of the rum I went to work, putting on my face. I had gotten oddly good at doing my hair and make up slightly drunk. So I put foundation on my pale face, lined my blue eyes with my regular eyeliner and curled my blonde hair. Honestly I probably really wasn't that good at getting ready as I thought I was, but I didn't care and neither did the drunken men I met night after night.
I sucked down the rest of the rum and stumbled out the door, oh so gracefully, my 6 inch heels helping me none. I teetered to my car slowly as I fumbled in my purse for the keys. After an embarrassing amount of time I was off to Jessica's apartment only a few miles away. I had also gotten oddly good at driving slightly drunk as well, not a talent I was proud of.
I knocked on Jessica's door and heard excited girl shrieking from inside. At this point I was ready to just lose myself and be around people who made it so easy to forget everything. The door swung open and Jessica lunged at me.
"Holy shit Anne! Your tits look great!" Jessica was my best friend but maybe not the best influence, but if you haven't figured it out yet, I don't care much. "Come on inside, I have the best fucking recipe for shots, you'll love it. It's chocolate cake." Can you tell who started the pre-gaming habits?
"That sounds so good." I said, as I pulled down my black dress and walked into the small apartment that smelled like a bath and body works store. "Is Carly here? I have her necklace she let me borrow last night."
"Aw no babe, she's sick, but here. I'm seeing her tomorrow morning so I'll give it to her." Jessica winked at me then took the necklace and placed it on her dresser. "Now how was that sexy blondie you went home with last night? Did he fuck you silly?" She giggled and nudged me as she finished her mascara.
I blushed and my body felt the memory of this nameless man's hands and mouth. "Yeah… he sure did."
At this point Kara came running into the room, "Oh look at you all hot and bothered! Jesus, with those tits I'm sure you could get any man you liked Anne!" She was right, every time I walked into a club countless men flocked to me like vultures flocked to a rotten carcass.
I wasn't sure if it was my body or the smell of my broken soul that had them running to me. It's like they know who the ones who are desperate, like they have a trademark look. But I'm not like them, they had daddy issues, I had a great dad. He was always there for me… he just died. I partied to heal, they were partying to get back at their shitty dads.
Jessica's head popped through the doorway, "Do we party too much? Maybe we should stay in tonight," she suggested, pulling me away from my thoughts. There was a long pause and we all began laughing. It was a joke then, but I wish that I had just taken her up on the offer.
After everyone was ready I was slightly less drunk and ready to start the climb into excessive inebriation. So I got everyone in the car and Jessica drove us to one of our regular spots and after I stepped through the doors everything gradually became more blurry and blended together. I remember dancing with almost every man who asked, I remembered hands groping my chest and lower and I definitely remember loving every second.
Towards the end of the night a tall man bought me a drink. He smiled at me with copper eyes and I knew he would be the one I went home with that night. We sat and laughed with each other and everything about him felt right, even while I was drunk… especially while I was drunk. He kissed my cheek and whispered into my ear that I was beautiful, not hot, not sexy… Beautiful. I tried to think nothing of it; I just assumed he was being sweet to get into my panties, which I didn't mind.
His hand slowly went from the table to my thigh. I kissed his neck softly and ran my hand from his cock down his thigh. This always drove them mad. "Which car are we taking?" I whispered softly, trying my hardest to sound seductive.
He gave me a half smile and shrugged, "Looks like you might be a little more sober than me." He kissed from my ear down to my collarbone and I lost it. I grabbed his hand and ran to Jessica's car, she only lived a block from there so I sent her a text, letting her know. She always gave me her keys to carry because I was the one with the big purse.
I shoved the key into the ignition and started the car. I mumbled an apology for the mess and he started giving me directions, while fumbling under my dress. This one seemed to like to see me squirm in pleasure as I drove. "Left here… right here… God you're sexy when you bite your lip." His voice was like liquid velvet and even if he hadn't have his fingers inside me I would have been turned on. Fuck this kid is gunna get us killed if he keeps this up. I had thought.
I pulled up to a house on the corner of a street. "Good job staying focused Kitten." He winked at me as he licked his fingers clean. God was I ready to cum.
"You did a good job of distracting me, it definitely wasn't easy." I retorted back. Enough of this small talk, I thought, just get me up to your room already.
And, as if he read my mind he took my hand and led me to his door step, into his house and up to his room. I don't remember much of the room itself. It was dark and I was a little preoccupied.
Before we even got to the bed he was already stripping me naked. The cold air brushed over my soft skin and goose bumps rose all over my body. I felt the electricity in the room and all I wanted to do was get lost in this forgotten name.
He pushed me softly onto the bed and that's where it began. His lips hovered above mine and I was trembling underneath him. I stretched my neck to reach his lips but he pushed my head to the side before I got a taste of him. His mouth went to the crook in my neck, down to my collar bone, closer to my chest and then he paused at my breast. He bit and kissed for a second then continued his way down to my stomach and bellow. His tongue was heaven, he explored every part of me until my toes curled and I was moaning loudly. Suddenly, as I was close he stopped. He came back up to my mouth and finally kissed me. Everything in my body reacted to the way this man's tongue danced with mine.
After a moment of just pure groping and grinding I flipped him over onto his back, it was his turn. I slowly removed his belt and then the layers underneath. My mouth began to work on his already hard cock and I felt his hand on the back of my head and I heard his moans. I was glad he enjoyed it, because I tended not to.
After a few moments of him pushing on my head I got sick of choking and decided it was time for the grand finale. I made my way back up to him and surprisingly enough he kissed me; which is very rare for one night stands, especially after returning the favor, if you get what I mean.
He flipped me onto my back and lined himself up to get inside me. He leaned down to kiss me and slowly entered. A gasp escaped my lips and my eyes rolled into the back of my head, that was my favorite part. He thrusted in and out of me and I immediately could tell this would be one of the best fucks I had in the past month. He went slowly and hard, driving me up the walls, and then he would speed up, and then slow again. Moans came from both of our mouths and I began arching my back and bucking my hips against him.
As the pressure built up something felt different. I couldn't tell if it was good or bad, it was just different. My breath came faster and faster and when I was seconds from my climax I had this sinking feeling. This is wrong… stop stop…. STOP! My brain was shouting at me but I couldn't stop, I needed to cum. My body needed this release or I wouldn't be ok tomorrow, I'd feel the broken pieces inside. But…I listened… I pushed him off me and scramble into my clothes, collected my belongings and ran out his door.
I got into the car and I cried. I was confused and all I wanted to do was sleep. I was so tired. So I started the drive to Jessica's, upset, drunk and tired. My vision was blurred but I had thought I was ok… I had done that hundreds of times before.
This time wasn't like any other though. I was halfway to Jessica's when I ignored my first red light. I remember hearing tires screech on wet pavement and I saw headlights before I felt the bone crushing impact.
It went black for a moment, and then I was back. I felt the cold steering wheel against my cheek and warm, something, everywhere else. I lifted my head as much as I could to look down at myself. My legs were almost all the way off of my body, I could see torn tendons and the white of my bones, and so much blood… so much fucking blood… it was freezing outside but I couldn't feel it from all the blood that was running down my body. It was like a red, thick fountain that should have run out a lot quicker than it did. I moved slightly and felt a sharp pain in my left side. I looked down with the energy I had left and I felt the bile rising in my throat as I caught a glimpse of the metal stuck through my left side… Upon closer inspection, I could see three of my ribs sticking outside of my body. The pain was the most intense thing I had ever felt and I began to go in and out of consciousness.
That semi didn't hit me nearly as hard as the realization that I was dying alone in the street, covered in my own blood, puke and tears.