Two Night Stand
I Made a Wattpad
Chapter 1:The ex who fucked it up
Chapter 2: Not Quite Stranger Danger
Chapter 3: All We Got to Do I Just Be Friends
Chapter 2: Not Quite Stranger Danger
Chapter 4:B.U.D.D.Y?
Chapter 5: The Night is still young (WARNING: Fingering)
Who was performing again? Some EDM artist I had never heard of. But that didn't matter at all to me. What mattered to me was that I would be getting free alcohol and dancing the night away.
 Before going abroad I was a total homebody. I loved to dance but none of my friends even wanted to try it. So i hosted movie nights and alcohol free events for us, and it was cool. But I was a dancing machine who needed to move. When I had taken orgo, I befriended the only other black girl in the class and we really hit it off.
She understood my perils on every level. Suburban black girl, premed, dry personality. Hell, we would get drunk before parties and come home and watch justice league together. She was honestly my saving grace. And because all black people knew each other and the entire football team was black at this pwi, she got me in to every football party known to man, and we were kept safe by all of the big brother type figures in the room. She was honestly my antioxidant saving me from all the free radicals college had to offer. I honestly loved Linda like another sister.
She invited her bestie over and the three of us pregamed up a storm. Playing loud rap music on the tv speakers and drinking 151 like sailors. It was great. She helped me try to tame my frizzy roots but at the end of the day we settled on covering it with a beanie. The braids I had left in created "Beach waves" on my puffy hair and honestly it wasn't bad. I slapped on some dark berry colored liquid lipstick that I had gotten from the local beauty supply at home, and used my elf liner to make the most perfect wing anyone has ever seen in the history of wings. I put on some chunky heeled boots, and high waisted leggings. Heels always made my already curvy ass look perkier. I threw on a crop top, careful not to get makeup on it. I looked great. In my eyes, I could give Lauren London a run for her money! I was ready.
We went to the sports arena where the artist was playing and to my dismay the crowd was kind of dead. The last two years I had gone to springfest with my ex, once as a couple and the second time as friends, and I was hoping that I could make this one, the one without him, the best one. I went up to the crowd and swayed with the music, but this wasn't really hip swaying music, it was more jumping and fist pumping music. I spotted some of my old movie night friends and we took at least 100 selfies together. We laughed together at how dead the crowd was. I spotted Linda and her bestie Jessie conversing with some orgo friends out of the corner of my eye. It was so lame. But we all knew that the actual festivities happened after the concert at the after parties on campus. All I had to do was stay awake until then.
Between running to grab water bottles and free pizza in the back of the area and socializing with friends, I saw Derek enter the space, and right behind Derek was Cavan. I don't know why I was so excited to see him, more so than my actual friend. But I shoved that thought to the back of my mind. I ran up to them, quickly giving Derek a hug, and passed the two of them the water bottles that were meant for my other friends. Derek was clearly on something, but I didn't want to ask. Cavan was strangely sober.
I eyed him up and down. "Did you not drink?" My own words coming out slower than normal.
"Naw, I'm not into stuff like this." His hands were in the pockets of his bomber jacket.
"Okay well have fun!" I was really too intoxicated to say much more and I ran back to sway with my friends. It was 100% not my scene and I ended up heading home early with my friends. Linda and Jessie decided to take naps before going out again in 2 hours when the concert would end. I texted derek. "Are y'all having fun."
"Eh. ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ we came back"
I don't know what force compelled me but I had never left my apartment quicker. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the spanking flooding back into my memory, but I went back with the hopes of talking to Cavan.
The front door again was open and this time so was Derek's apartment. I waltzed in, noticing the red fairy lights were the only illumination. "Hello?"
"What." I looked down at the couch where the voice was coming from. Cvan was sitting and playing games on his phone.
"Where's Derek?"
"He's out."
"Oh." I pretended to be disappointed and took the seat next to Cavan on the couch.
He looked up from his phone. "So I saw the shot cup was empty."
"Yeah, because I drank it all like the bad bitch I am."
He chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Really? Because when I tried to drink my water when I got home it tasted suspiciously like it had been mixed with jin."
The cat was out of the bag, I stayed silent Damn, how did I not notice that it was his water. I was honestly too tipsy to really care. Too tipsy to care about his water and too tipsy to care about rejection. So I changed positions, and layed down, my head in his lap, facing up at him. "I'm still tougher than you."
He brushed me off completely, ignoring my statement. But he put his phone down and rested his hand on my head.
This was as far as I had ever gotten when in came to flirting. I spent most of my formative years with my grandma and learned how to interact mostly from watched Monique on the Parkers. Somehow that usually worked, maybe because I was a semi attractive female. But I didn't think it would work here. So i just looked up at him, with my big eyes. I hope they were glowing in the dim light, but I'll never know what he saw. Where was this even going. What was I even doing. Here I was half drunk, laying in some guys lap that I had just met, looking up at him hoping my eyes are reflecting all of my dirty thoughts. I sat up, and sat on his lap, placing my hands on either side of his head, resting on the back of the couch. "I said, I'm still stronger than you." What the fuck was I doing.
His eyes turned playful. "You definitely are not, look how small your arms are."
I had seen this joke on the internet. When a girls says she wants to fight, it usually means she wants to fuck. In my 20 years of life, that statement had never been truer than it was now. I recalled the boys I used to dryly bully, hoping they would take the hint. This was as close as I had ever gotten to success.
I rested my full body weight on him. "No, I'm tough, you can't beat me." What was this voice coming out of me. Who was this talking. It like my subconscious had taken over and was trying to use intimidation to flirt. But before my thoughts could race anymore, Cavan had grabbed me by the waist and pinned me onto the loveseat. I blinked up at him, hoping my eyes were telling him to just kiss me.
Instead he just grabbed me again. He put his arm around my waist and rolled us so that he was on the couch and I was laying on top of him. Something about how easily he handled me was a turn on. My ex had never been any kinds of rough with me, I was this flower that was too delicate to do anything with but penetrate and kiss gently. My ex had referred to every session as "making love". But I didn't want to "make love." I hadn't been touched in over a year and here was this man setting my hormones on fire. I wanted to be fucked. Cavan looked down at me. I chickened out and tried to make my face as innocent as possible. No desire could be read on my face. He wrapped his arm around my waist and to make our positions more comfortable. His hand rested on the small of my back and I could feel how comfortable he was. I was comfortable, and where I wanted to be. I slowly started dozing off, and he did too.
I don't know how long we were napping, because next thing I knew there were three loud knocks on the door. Opened my eyes, figuring out my location orienting myself. The front door to the apartment opened, and Derek walked in looking at me with a blank expression. I tried to sit up but Cavan's arm was holding me in place. I looked up at him only to see that he hadn't been sleeping at all. Derek sighed and continued into his apartment followed by a group of our japanese class friends. Fuck. How do I play this off. Clearly they were all intoxicated, except for Ling who eye'd me and Cavan suspiciously.
The room was filled with drunken slurred half japanese and loud laughter. I was trapped on Cavan's body, feigning sleepiness. "This is all men are good for huh, personal space heaters and opening pickle jars." The room erupted in laughter and finally Cavan let me go and I got up. He sat up on the couch, slumping in his seat as if he were the most exhausted man on the planet. I was suddenly more alert than ever. I chatted with my friends and listened to a story about a fight breaking out over the last slice of the free pizza. This time Derek pulled out some plum wine from his own mini fridge in his room and we all took part, except Ling and Cavan. It was still early, I honestly should have been leaving soon.
Suddenly Cavan got up from his seat. "I drank too much, i'm gunna go to bed. Bro let me sleep in your bed."
Derek once again gave a blank look, but he always had a blank look. "Yeah, sure, there's just a lot of crap on my bed."
Cavan stood up and stumbled. Instinctively I got up to help, it was the future doctor in me. "Jeeze when did you drink so much," my words still slow as I was coming down from my tipsy. "Let me help you."
I took his arm and silently walked him to Derek's room. It was like a month of old laundry had been dumped on the bed. I shut the door behind us and looked at Cavan, "Are you okay?"
He straightened up and came closer to me. And finally it clicked that I had been tricked into being alone with the one person I 100% wanted to be alone with.
His lips found mine instantly and we began to kiss. My hands cupped his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around my waist. Our tongues danced, dipping in and tasting one another. There was a desperation to it on my part. Each kiss was like fire in my veins, and I only wanted more of it. This dance for dominance was quickly won by Cavan and I rested my hands on his shoulders as he pulled me in closer. His hand reached lower to palm my ass and I let out a small whimper. "Be quiet, or they will hear you."
I'm not the type to make noise. With my ex I had been the queen of silence every time, except for my first time. But something about this was different. He was grabbing me so roughtly, so tightly, as if he was just as desperate to have me too. He broke away and whispered, "When did you start wanting this." His touched his forehead to mine.
"When you smacked my ass and missed."
"I didn't miss. Get on the bed."
I pushed the puled of clothes to the side, and he lifted me so i could squeeze onto the edge of the bed. Cavan's hand has slipped under my shirt, under my bra, and he began to palm my left breast. His lips danced across my neck, small bites being placed in between hard kisses. I was used to gentle, and this was anything but. He pinched my nipple, pulling at it slightly and licked the crook of my neck. My back began to arch asI bit down on my lower lip.
Was this just from the alcohol? I had been drunk at parties many times before, but usually when men approached me I would rebuff them and join my friends. At yet here I was, not being me, in my friend's laundry covered bed, letting his friend suck on my neck and fondle my breasts. And I loved it.
Without warning, his hand left my breast and began traveling to the hem of my leggings. "Pull these down. Not all the way."
I pulled my leggings lower, to the hem of my underwear. I really was not about to be bare cheeked on my friend's bed. Cavan slipped his hand under my leggings, under my underwear, and his fingers grazed over my clit, soft gentle swipes slowly drowning my thoughts in pleasure.. I had no Idea that I was this sensitive, but with just the touch of his fingertip, I was sighing heavy. His lips once again returned to mine and I let him take over, his tongue tasting me. And while I was distracted by his lips, he slipped a finger inside. My gasp lost to his kisses. It was only one, but one had been more than I had had in a year. His finger was so warm and I did not protest as he began to probe. I could feel myself clenching around him, my body begging for his touch to continue. When he added another,a soft grunt left my lips. He stopped kissing me and watched me intently, as his fingers explored me. I was breathing heavy, sweating, and trying to focus, but between the alcohol and his fingers, I was losing that battle. I could feel him slipping in and out slowly, teasing my entrance before letting his fingers dive in again. He leaned in, his forehead pressed against mine as I struggled to keep my eyes open. "Let me see you big beautiful eyes." His fingers pressed against me, in a spot I had been unaware of existed, and suddenly a wave of heat ran thru me. Once again my back arched. I gasped. What was happening. He lowered his head to my neck, planting soft kisses. "There it is."
It took all I had not to cry out as he continued to assault whatever it was he had found inside my aching pussy. I could feel heat rising in my chest, my breathing became labored. It was taking every ounce of restraint to keep quiet. But before these feelings could climb any higher, he stopped. He pulled his two fingers out. "You're so fucking wet." He tasted one finger before giving me the other one to suck. "See how good you taste."
I had never in my life tasted myself. But something in his gaze told me to, so I took his finger in my mouth and began to suck on it. He removed his finger from my mouth, "No, just taste it." I had started off too eager, and this was something he wanted me to savor. I liked his index finger slowly, tasting what he tatesed. And when his finger was clean, he took it away. I could see a soft smile on his lips, the moon was more than enough light after my eyes adjusted to the dark. He pulled up my leggings and helped me off the bed. "You should head back before they suspect something."
Maybe my eyes showed the hurt and the panic before my voice did. "Would you like to come home with me?"
He eyed me curiously and just said "no." His eyes told me there would be no explanation.
I felt like a piece of glass, being shattered. Here I was, wet, dripping, for this man in front of me. He had just had two fingers inside of me and had given me more pleasure in minutes than my ex had in nine months of a relationship. I wanted to melt. I wanted to blow away. I wanted to disappear. But I had to exit this room, and go rejoin all my drunk friends and not be this embarrassed horny mess. So I sighed, fixed my beanie, and pulled my leggings back up, trying to ignore how sticky they were from my own juices. I walked up to him and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks anyways."
He grabbed my hand. "I don't have sex with drunk girls." It was stated so matter of factly. It was 100% logical and safe but it still stung.
"But I'm not drunk."
He gave me a serious look and I knew that my fading tipsy was still enough to make him hold onto his rule. All the feelings of doubt came up again. Was I not enough, even for a one night stand? So I smiled my brightest smile and said "haha, its fine."
And I left the room and closed the door behind me.
The only person outside when I left was Derek. How long had I been in there? I hugged him tightly and he patted me back while I just let the rejection wash over me. I stood there for about a minute before I let go. I smiled up at him too. "Thank Derek, awesome pregame! I'll see you out there later!" He nodded silently and I left the apartment. Walked two buildings down to my own apartment letting tears fall as my own insecurities took over my mind. When I entered, Linda and Jessie were blaring music again, but at the sign of my downtrodden face and streaky make up the two of them rushed over.
"OH my GOD what happened!"
"Conyo, do I have to mess someone up." Jessie was acting as if her 5ft 2 in frame could really mess someone up.
"It's nothing" I said, pulling off my hat and taking off my heels. "I think I'm going to stay in tonight."
They looked at each other but before they could pry further, I closed my door and got into my bed. I started Sugar by Maroon 5 on my headphones, and just let the feelings of inadequacy wash over me. Â