The Beginning

“Are you gonna suck it or not?” he asked, staring into my eyes and licking those thick, juicy, pink lips. At this point, I’m panicking. Even though I’m slightly drunk, I’m not drunk enough for that! But I don’t want to be the frigid girl, that’s embarrassing. But in a park? that’s a bit much. Shit. I need to think quick before he thinks I’m so drunk I turned stupid. “I won’t suck it, but I’ll wank you off?” I blurted out, maybe because I’m drunk he wouldn’t think anything of it. “That’s shit though, just suck it babes, no one will know.” Really? Does he actually expect me to believe that? But he looks too buff right now, shit. Am I really contemplating this? Imagine if I’m shit, I’ll be known as the girl who gives shit brain. “Nah man, I’m too drunk for that” I stand in front of him and start unzipping his trousers, hoping I look sexy, I even try and lick my lips like he did, but I don’t think it’s working out. I slip my hand down his boxers, reaching for his piece. Fuck he’s huge, thank God it doesn’t have to go in my mouth. Slowly wrapping my cold hands around his hot dick, trying to be the ‘professional’ pornstar I think I am. Gradually building up speed, I look up and his sexy mouth is making that ‘O’ shape. Fuck, I’m even better than I thought. “Spit on it baby” he whispered in between moans. What the actual fuck? Spit on it? Ok then. I do as I’m told and spit, on my bloody hand. How can I be so dumb? I wipe my saliva onto his piece and continue stroking his dick like the pro I think I am. He finally cums into my hands. It’s so warm and sticky, fuck where am I gonna wipe this shit? “Taste it” he demanded. HELL TO THE FUCKING NO! is what I wish I said, but like the submissive girl I am, I licked my hand. “It actually tastes quite nice, I like it, because it’s salty.” Complete bullshit, but hopefully he didn’t notice. He pulled up his trousers and started walking around the miniature hill back to his friends at the basketball court. I waited. Thinking about what just happened, with a boy I knew for only 30 minutes. “He didn’t even say thank you, stupid piece of shit” I whisper in disgust. I take in a deep breath and go back to the drink up. Over the hill I climb and back through the grass field to towards the basketball court. I spot my best friend Jasmine and immediately try to run to her.
“Where the did you go?” Jasmine asked, half tipsy half panicked.
“I needed to piss real quick, why did I miss anything?” I asked taking the bottle of Wray and Nephews from her delicate hands. taking a long sip of the white rum. Damn I needed that.
“Nah, not really, but my mum just called me, I need to go home asap.” Oh snap! I didn’t even realise the time, it’s so dark outside, I need to start moving before my mum calls me too.
“Yeah, let’s go now, we’ll say bye to everyone then go.” We walked down towards the basketball court where everyone was drinking and smoking, including the boy who’s kids are currently chilling in my throat. We shout bye to everyone and in return get a few back. I figured everyone is just too drunk/high to respond.
We make our way back through the park and decide to walk through the dimly lit alleyway. “Fuck sake, I hate this alleyway” I cringe.

We get to the bus stop, thank God, and checked the bus timetable. “Shit, we just missed the bus” I tell Jasmine and she kisses her teeth in frustration. Shit, I can already tell she’s pissed when she gets home. I suggest we start walking home, because it’ll be faster, for the both of us. Jasmine looks around and quickly agrees. We begin to power walk our way through the estate, passing the flats and semi-newly built houses, hoping and praying that no one spots us, since we are in so called ‘paigon ends’ and all that stupid stuff.
“I need to sober up quickly before I get home” Jasmine whispered loud enough for me to hear. I hum in agreement. To be honest I’m too drunk, tired and cold to even care about being in trouble at this point. I just wanna get home so I can sleep.
Jasmine turns into the empty road of the shop and I quickly follow. I start hearing some heavy footsteps coming closer to us, but I brush it off as I think it’s probably all in my head, but to be on the safe side I take a quick glance back and
“Oh sshhiitt”

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