Hey guys, I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while but things have been crazy at uni, I wrote this chapter while avoiding doing a uni assignment. I did make this chapter a super long one so hopefully you will forgive me!
Chapter 4: I told you that I would Remember
Rory Gilmore stepped through the front door of the Hartford mansion and into the foyer which was littered with Chilton students, all of whom were dressed up in Fancy dress outfits. As she took a quick glance around Rory let out sigh of relief when she realised that the outfit that she had opted to wear would not cause her to stand out...at least if the handful of girls she could see, all of whom were wearing some form of lingerie along with animal ears was any indication.
"RORY GIMORE!" Rory looked up to see Paris heading towards her a look of pure shock across her face. When Paris finally approached her she gave Rory a once over. "What on earth are you wearing?"
"It's a costume Paris, you know the thing you are supposed to wear to a costume party?" Rory replied, the sarcasm clearly evident in her voice. "What are you dressed as? Actually...why are you here?"
"I am here because mother dearest decided that I need to work on my social skills..." Paris snarled. "And I am dressed as a teenage girl who has a shred of self respect and self decency...and lucky me I am the only one who thought of that costume!" Paris exclaimed with obviously faked excitement, as she glared at an underwear clad girl who chose that moment to strut passed the two girls.
Rory could not help but laugh at Paris' antics. "Oh good...so I'm not the only one who feels like they just walked on to the set of Mean Girls?" Rory asked, and from the confused expression that made its way across Paris' face she knew that the reference was lost on the girl.
"OH...MY...GOD! RORY is that YOU?!"
Rory turned around to see Madeline and Louise heading toward her. "Hey guys" She greeted, "nice costumes."Madeline was wearing a short, tight white skirt and a white corset which caused her breasts to look twice their normal size, a pair of bunny ears sat on top of her head. Louise wore a pair of black boy leg underwear and a slightly see-through camisole which had a tiger striped print on it, she head a pair of cat ears on top of her head.
"Forget about us, look at you!" Louise exclaimed. "Who knew Mary had a bod?"
Rory blushed slightly at the comment, "um thanks...i think.." She replied, only to be shoved out of the way by Paris, who grabbed Madeline's arm and glanced at her watch, before offering a quick "See ya" and running out the door.
"Well Rory, we were just on our way to get a drink...wanna join us?" Madeline asked. Rory let out a breath that she didn't realise she was holding, relieved at the prospect of not having to enter the party alone. Without waiting for an answer Madeline grabbed Rory's hand and the trio made their way into the overly crowded living room and headed towards the kitchen.
Tristan was sitting in the corner of the living room surrounded by his friends, for the last hour he had been staring blankly into space while pretending to be interested in the running commentary that his friends were providing about every girl who walked by them. He was hoping to see her here tonight, she had been avoiding him for a week after their last encounter, the only time she came within 5 feet of him was when their environmental science group had to do a presentation of their findings and even then she had made sure there was at least 2 group members between them at all times.
Tristan was suddenly ripped from his thoughts when he noticed the change in his friends. All of them had stopped talking and were now staring at something or someone in particular. The group then started talking a mile a minute.
"Check out that girl with Louise and Madeline!" "Who is she?" "I haven't ever seen her before." "Look as those legs." "I wouldn't mind hitting that!"
Tristan couldn't help but smirk as his hormone driven friends. "Boys, Boys, Boys..." He started, standing up off his chair and throwing his arm over his friend Nathan's shoulders, "...who are we looking...MARY!"
Tristan couldn't believe his eyes. Standing across the room from him stood Rory Gilmore, she was leaning against the kitchen counter laughing with Madeline and Louise, seemingly aware that the eyes of every male in the room were now fixed on her. Tristan took the opportunity to give her a once over. A pair of black stilettos were upon her feet, which Tristan then followed up along two thigh-high covered legs which seemed to go on for miles. His eyes wandered up over a band of smooth, pale skin before floating over a extremely short, extremely sexy plaid miniskirt. A too small school blouse covered her torso, except for the top 4 buttons of the shirt which were opened to reveal a black push-up bra and plenty of cleavage.
A lump formed in Tristan's throat and his mouth went dry. Nathan turned to look at his friend, "that is Rory Gilmore?" Tristan tried to answer the question but nothing would come out, so he slightly nodded his head, his eyes never leaving Rory. "Dude, I can see why you have been going on and on about her for all this time."
A few hours later the party was in full swing and Rory was forced to admit to herself that she was actually having a good time. She had been hanging out with Madeline and Louise, laughing, drinking and talking to people she had never had the chance to talk to before. Madeline and Louise had even persuaded Rory to dance with them and Rory had spent the last half an hour dancing in the sweaty group of teens, letting herself go for the first time in her life...except for that day with Tristan in the classroom.
She was pulled from her thought when she felt somebody grinding her from behind. She turned around to see Ryan, a senior who Rory often saw around school and who was the eighth boy to approach her in the last 30 minutes. Rory offered a small smile before signaling to Madeline and Louise that she was getting a drink and slipping between the throng of dancing teens.
As she made her way to the edge of the group she finally noticed Tristan, he was sitting on the couch with a group of friends his eyes fixed on Rory's. Despite the party going on around them Rory could only focus on the connection she was feeling with Tristan and for the first time since she first entered the party she suddenly felt slightly self conscious. A surge of guilt went through her when she realised that Tristan was probably watching her as she danced with all those boys.
The connection between the two was suddenly broken as a girl walked in front of their line of vision and nestled herself on Tristan's lap. Rory looked away as jealousy over came her. She then became angry with herself. Nothing was going on between her and Tristan, she had no right to be jealous, just like she shouldn't feel guilty for dancing with other guys. With one last glance at Tristan she headed towards the hallway, she suddenly felt like being alone.
Tristan clenched his fists in jealousy watching as Rory danced with some guy he had never seen before, it was the seventh guy he had seen approach Rory and that was only in the time what she had been on the dance floor. Normally when he liked a girl he would have made his way onto the dance floor and made his presence known, but he was sure that if Rory wanted to talk to him she would have done so by now.
Tristan's jealousy intensified as he watched Ryan make his way over to Rory. That guy was such a dick and he had been staring at Rory ever since she got to the party. Tristan watched as Ryan walked up behind a dancing Rory and checked out her ass before turning and giving a thumbs up to his laughing group of friends. Tristan was about to get up and pummel the guy until he saw Rory offer the boy a polite smile before making her way off the dance floor.
He had never seen Rory look so beautiful before. Her hair was slightly messed up from running her hands through it why she was dancing and her cheeks were slightly flushed. But what he noticed most was that she looked as though she was having fun, something which Tristan had never seen in the entire time that Rory had been at Chilton. At that moment Rory looked up and saw him staring at her...busted! However, instead of looking away like Tristan thought she would Rory locked her eyes on his and Tristan could tell that it was the first time that she had noticed him that night.
The two teens continued to stare at each other until a drunken blonde sat herself on Tristan's lap, he pushed her off just in time to see Rory heading down the hallway. He excused himself from his friends and began to follow her, stopping every now and then to say hello to people as he passed them. Tristan made his way down the hallway but it was completely deserted apart from a few couples making out and talking along the walls. He was about to give up when he noticed a light shining from beneath a closed door at the end of the hallway. He made his way down to the end of the hall and slowly opened the door, unsure whether he was going to find Rory or some couple looking for a quickie.
"You know its much easier to play pool if you actually use the cue." Tristan smirked as he watched Rory roll the pool ball diagonally across the table, attempting to get it into the pocket. She had a look of sheer determination to her face and her tongue was poking out of one side of her mouth. Her head shot up in surprise when she heard Tristan's voice and he had to stifle the laugh that threatened to escape his lips at the look of pure disappointment that crossed her face when the ball rebounded off the wall and rolled back towards her.
"Thanks a lot" she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and shooting Tristan a glare.
Tristan ignored her. "It's also easier to play pool if you have somebody to play with...you should have asked me to come with you."
"Yeah well I would have asked you but you seemed a little...preoccupied." Rory responded, with a hint of jealousy imprinted in her voice. Something which did not go unnoticed by Tristan.
"Your not jealous are you Mary?" Tristan teased.
"You wish." Rory lied smoothly. "Don't you have to get back to your friends?"
Tristan shook his head. "I was thinking that since I was here we could have a game."
Rory nodded and walked over to the cue rack as Tristan began to remove the pool balls from the pockets and rack them up. The two worked in a comfortable silence until Tristan lifted the triangle from the balls and accepted the cue from Rory.
"So I noticed that you seemed to be little miss popular in there tonight. That's good right? That your making new friends?" Tristan asked, as he broke the balls, sinking one in the process.
Rory snorted from her spot on the wall against which she was leaning. "I wouldn't exactly call them friends Tristan. "They are a bunch of drunken teenagers who will probably forget my name in the morning."
As Tristan missed his shot Rory accepted the cue from him and made her way around the table to line up her shot. She was aware that Tristan was watching her so as she leaned over the table she made sure to sick her ass out a little more than usual so that her already short skirt rode up a little higher, revealing the edge of her lacy black panties. With a slight wiggle of her hips Rory took the shot and made it easily.
"What about us?" Tristan asked with a level of sincerity that Rory had never heard in his voice before.
"What about us Tristan?" Rory asked glancing up at him before quickly taking an easy shot.
"Are we friends?" Tristan asked quietly.
"Yeah Tristan, we're friends."
"Are we just friends?" He asked.
Rory chose that moment to make her way passed Tristan who was leaning against the wall, the space between the pool table and wall was already quite narrow so as Rory side stepped passed Tristan her ass lightly grazed across his crotch.
Rory was standing directly in front of Tristan when he asked her this question and she paused in shock. Rory could feel Tristan's slow shallow breaths against the back of her neck and couldn't help but to notice that they were in complete contrast to the rapid beating of her own heart, just like everything else between the two of them was a complete contrast. Rory decided against telling Tristan how she really felt about him, it would just complicate him, the arrangement that they had going at the moment was benefiting both of them. So she gave him the simplest answer that she could.
"Yeah Tristan ... we are just friends." As soon as she said it Rory continued to slide passed Tristan. At that moment Tristan was overcome by all that was Rory, her scent as she made her way passed him, the feel of her body and it brushed against his own, the soft clacking of her heels across the otherwise silent room. Even though her answer wasn't the one Tristan wanted he knew better than to push the matter, and at the moment he was ready to have Rory in any way that he could.
She made her was passed him before her arm was roughly pulled back and she was pulled into a harsh kiss. They continued to kiss as Tristan grabbed Rory by the thighs and lifted her onto the pool table with ease. The two soon broke apart for air and Tristan used the opportunity to finger the hem of Rory's skirt.
"I can't believe you actually dressed up like a school girl," he chuckled.
Rory leaned in close to his ear and whispered into it huskily. "I told you that I would remember." She then proceeded to attack Tristan's neck with her mouth. Tristan groaned in response before doing the same to Rory, kissing her neck before moving lower to kiss the skin of her exposed cleavage, whilst letting his hands run over the skin of her taunt stomach. Whist he was doing this he leaned behind Rory and used his arm to clear any of the remaining pool balls out of the way before he carefully lowered her onto her back. Once he had done so, he slowly placed hot, open mouth kisses along Rory's stomach, this earned his a moan of pleasure from Rory who placed her hand on the back of his head and began lightly playing with the small section of hair where the hairline meets the neck, a move which caused Tristan to shudder involuntarily and cause Rory to let out a small giggle.
Tristan pulled away from Rory suddenly and looked down on her, her eyes were closed in pleasure and a small smile was playing on her lips. Without a word Tristan pushed Rory's skirt up over her hips, before kneeling on the floor and placing feather light kisses along the inside of her inner thigh. Rory sat up right and tried to pull her skirt back down, her cheeks were flushed a right red.
"What are you doing!?" She hissed at Tristan, glancing around the room worried that somebody may have seen them.
"Rory, relax," Tristan smirked, "There is no one else around it's just the two of us. I just thought that since you dressed up for me, I would return the favour and do something for you too."
When Rory didn't respond Tristan rubbed small circles into her hips with his thumbs. "You trust me don't you?" Rory wasn't sure whether Tristan was giving her an answer or making a statement so she answered him anyway, by looking him in the eye and nodding her head.
Without another word Tristan gently pushed on her hips until she was once again laying on her back and resumed his previous task. Tristan savored everything about Rory, from the way her smooth porcelain skin felt against his wandering hands to the way she slightly shuddered with every kiss he placed on her thighs. Tristan knew that they were not going to have sex tonight, he cared too much about Rory to carelessly fuck her on the pool table of some random party, even if she didn't feel the same way. But it didn't mean that he wasn't going to make tonight a night she wouldn't forget for a while.
As Tristan reached the top of Rory's thigh he began nipping at her center through her underwear and was surprised to see how wet she already was. He looped a finger through each side of her panties and expertly pulled them down the lengths of her legs and over her high heel clad feet before hastily shoving the flimsy fabric into his pants pocket.
Tristan felt Rory stiffen in nervousness and gently rubbed his hands up and down her lower legs, massaging her calves and only moving them higher when he was sure that she was feeling more comfortable with the situation, a move which Rory appreciated. Tristan moved his head close to Rory center and lightly blew, the feel of the cool air against her core made Rory yelp in surprise and caused Tristan to give a hearty chuckle.
Tristan buried his head against her and payed attention to her clit. He allowed the tip of his tongue to dart in and out of his mouth flicking her clit as it did so, and when he thought that her moans could not get any louder he took the bud into his mouth and sucked hard. Rory gasped and Tristan could see that her knuckles had turned white due to the force with which she was gripping the tables edge. Tristan lifted Rory's legs and threw them over his shoulders, giving him greater access. Tristan then used his tongue to circle her entrance before running his tongue between her lips, lapping up her juices as he did so.
Rory's eyes were rolling back in her head, the ceiling above her was blurring in and out of focus. She was amazed at the feeling that Tristan was evoking in her, Suddenly Tristan entered a long finger into her and moved his mouth back to her clit where his tongue began making figure of 8 patterns. Rory moaned and arched her back, knowing that in any minute she was going to be pushed over the edge. She ran a hand through Tristan's hair before pushing his head closer to her. Tristan responded by adding another finger and slowly moved the two in and out of her. Rory's moans grew louder and louder and her walls began to tighten around Tristan's fingers. Tristan knew that she was ready so he thrust his fingers deep inside her and curved them slightly, pressing against her g-spot. As Rory's body began to shudder he once again took her clit into his mouth and sucked, her body responded instantly and an orgasm erupted through her body.
Tristan continued to move his fingers in and out of Rory until she had finished riding out her orgasm. Rory waited until the room stopped spinning before she removed her legs from where they rested on Tristan's shoulders and sat upright, looking down on a still kneeling Tristan. As soon as she saw his face Rory burst into a fit of giggles, he looked so proud of himself, Rory ducked her head down and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before glancing at the clock on the wall.
"Oh No!" she cried. She only had half and hour to make her curfew and the drive home was going to take 45 minutes at least. She sent Tristan an apologetic look, as she pulled her skirt down and rearranged her shirt. "I have to go."
Tristan stood in front of her. "Your beginning to make a habit of this Miss Gilmore." With that said he grabbed her hips and easily lifted her off the table and placed her on her feet. Rory looked down at her feet before sending him a shy smile.
"I know, I'm sorry. But I will make it up to you, I promise."
Tristan pulled her into a quick yet heated kiss before smirking at her. "Oh, don't worry, I know you will."
Rory smiled before turning and walking to the door. Before she left she turned and looked at Tristan with a smirk of her own planted on her lips. "You don't think that what just happened cancels out my turn do you?"
"I don't know marry, I think the show that I just gave you is better than any fantasy that you have had in the past."
"Oh well, I guess we will just have to see about that Tristan. You have a hot tub at your place right?"
Tristan just looked at her in shock, not sure how to respond to her newfound boldness. Rory gave him a wink, before opening the door and making her way into the hall way. Swinging her hips as she did so.
Tristan chuckled. She thought she was so funny teasing him like that, but how far would she get before she realised that he sill had her panties in his pocket...