Okay, someone asked why I changed the names and I am so new to this I legit don't know to reply. I changed the names because you can't have a 'princess bubblegum' at uni without her getting bullied mercilessly tbh. Anyway, back to the story.
As the setting sun cast a light of orange over the city, we relaxed, laughed and let people go by, in a bubble of bliss and naivety. The bar began turning into a nightclub, as the student life started picking up and the music began pumping. Marcilene left a couple of bills on the table, and before I even had the chance to protest, she took my hand and whirled me away.
Before long, we were in a line of people getting into the college bar. Marcilene held my hand the whole time. I felt the dizziness, my eyes drooping, and my laugh becoming too common. I felt my hair come out of the updo as I relaxed into the alcohol buzz. We flashed our ID's to the bouncer and made our way up the stairs.
"Oh noooo-" I started falling backwards. I have had way too much to drink. Marcilene quickly yanked me up, glancing around to make sure no one saw me fall. She began laughing, her laugh was so amazing. Her smile was so beautiful. Her lips were so soft…
SOFT?!
I opened my eyes and realized my lips found hers. The bass was pounding through my chest and we danced to the rhythm of the music, never not touching each other.
"That was fun!" Marcilene yelled into my ear.
"I know!" was my reply. I finally found her lips again as my hands ran through her hair, her hands on my waist, my hips, my ass.
I quickly pulled back.
"Marcilene!", I shouted, "I've never done this before! I only met you today. I don't want to be a one night thing."
She flipped her long dark hair and faced away from me, grinding on me.
"Peebles, honey. It won't be a one time thing." Turning around, giggling, she grabbed a lock of my bright pink hair and pulled me closer again.
It wasn't until the moon was high in the black abyss of night that we eventually began walking back to my dorm.
"I will walk you home okay? We don't have to do anything. I know you're new to this. We will take it nice and slow." Marcilene drunkenly slurred. Her eyes were glazed over and her beaming smile was still stuck on her face, gazing up at the streetlights and the moon.
My response was only a smile, worried that if I spoke, my own slurring would get the better of me. Her hands have never left mine.
When we finally arrived back to my dorm, she leaned in to kiss me goodnight. Suddenly, we both fell backwards as the door opened, her on top of me, in complete hysterics.
"What?!" I couldn't make out any more of the sentence, but Marcilene understood.
"Fuckit, sorry!" she could barely speak with how hard she was laughing, "I pushed down the door handle but I didn't realize you were leaning against it!"
Her dark hair dangled over her shoulder and on to my face. Pushing herself up and off me, she extended her arm to help me up. All I want to do is take her to bed. Sprinting towards my duvet, I forgot that Marcilene was still holding my hand, and I dragged her with me. It was fair to say that things got heated really, really quickly.
Before I knew it, my hands were tangled in her locks, her shoes, shirt, skirt, all off. My dress off. Both lying under my covers, unsure of what each other would respond to.
"Sorry, I really don't know what I'm doing…" my voice trailed off in my confession. Marcilene laughed in response.
"I do. I think after a night as great as this one, you deserve a good time." Her smile was seductive, knowing, as her glazed over eyes swiftly had a determined gleam to it.