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Post by shades on Feb 8, 2014 2:11:53 GMT
David Mabley ; ; Panting, his breathing slowing with every minute; a small smile came on his lips as his head turned towards where Drew slipped off of him. “That was…” His drunken mind was processing the words, after all now there was only sex there in the fuzziness. “wonderful.” He breathed out, showing his white teeth. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 8, 2014 2:15:08 GMT
Drew Skyes: Drew smiled drowsily, her green orbs fluttering closed with a flap of her long eyelashes. "Best first time ever?" she smirked, though her eyes were closed and she felt unconsciousness tugging at the back of her mind, lulling her to want to absorb sleep due to exhaustion and alcohol wearing off from her system. Her chest pressed into his with each breath she took, her legs intertwining with his because honestly Drew was a snuggler.
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Post by shades on Feb 8, 2014 2:22:32 GMT
David Mabley ; ; Right now, his freak out in the morning was a long ways away as David felt himself moving closer to Drew. “Yes. I only get one of these, you know.” He smirked, the alcohol and desire washing away only to be replaced with drowsiness himself as David wrapped a lazy arm around Drew. Pressing his nose into her hair, his breathing evening out. “I’m quite glad it was with you.” His drunken thoughts revealed. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 8, 2014 2:34:20 GMT
Drew Skyes: "Glad I could be of service." She felt herself kissing his lips one last time before her head fell into the pillow beneath her and her eyes closed finally.
(Le-skip?) |
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Post by shades on Feb 8, 2014 2:42:47 GMT
David Mabley ; ; The light filtered down through the trees as the birds chirped, David feeling the familiar groggy feeling of being drunk. Shoot. He didn’t remember much, but as his body pressed against something warm and tickling his naked body; making his eyes fly open. Lips parting as the pain finally shot through him from the night before, the bruising of his hips as he wiggled them, and other areas feeling like something had clawed him.
Looking over, David finally noticed a girl with her nose to the covers. Drew Skyes. It didn’t take long for his mental processing to speed up and begin to panic as David moved away; clawing at his discarded boxers and jeans to shove them on under the covers.
This was not happening.
Hazel eyes began to fling around the surrounding area. This wasn’t happening as David’s breath quickened with anxiety. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 8, 2014 3:23:33 GMT
Drew Skyes: Drew wasn't a virgin to hangovers (too soon? xD) so usually when she woke up with one it wasn't too bad. But holy shit this was bad. The worst she'd probably had in a long time.
Eyes flashing open at the sudden movement beneath her, a hand was pressed to her swirling mind with a groan, feeling like she was going to throw up. "Oh God," she hissed, rolling onto her side. Then she realized she was naked. Then her green eyes flashed to the boy she was naked with. Usually she wouldn't be that fazed, maybe a bit annoyed that a guy had woken her up from her slumber. Usually she was in bed with a guy in general. But the fact that she was sleeping naked next to David who was also naked, scared her enough that she jolted back a little, taking the covers with her to cover up her body and press her back into the cold edge of her truck bed. "Oh my GOD!" she gasped a little, her head throbbing horribly and her stomach flopping over itself. If she didn't take it slow, she was definitely going to puke.
"We-Did we-What did we-?" she stuttered, her eyes flashing over David again. Love bites littered the span of his skin, even if he was a bit away from her, she could still make them out. Make-out. Sex. Oh God.
Had she taken David Mabley's virginity?
Once again, she'd taken many guy's virginities over the years of being a slut and didn't really care. But this, this she cared about. Oh man was she fucked. She'd fucked up. She'd fucked him. Dear God. Oh fuck. Shitballs. "Shit," Drew pressed a hand to her head to stop the spinning of the world again, not able to concentrate enough to find her clothing; she was still naked with only a thin blanket covering her from the virgin's sight. Oh wait. Haha. He wasn't a virgin anymore.
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Post by shades on Feb 8, 2014 3:37:28 GMT
David Mabley ; ; Still breathing like he would have an anxiety attack, David gripped his shirt with shaking hands he slipped the fabric over his torso. Wincing slightly as his body moved to face away from Drew. “Get some clothes on,” he gasped, shuddering slightly.
“Oh god, what the heck.” David rubbed his face, wincing as his fingers touched swollen skin. “What did we do?” He groaned miserably, hands moving to hold his arms. Hazel eyes scanning the truck bed skittishly, darting around as he tried to figure out his internal thoughts.
Did it feel good? Did it hurt? Was it the whole nine yards or was he mistaking? David asked himself all these, but his insecurities surfaced as the church-boy couldn’t help but feel disgusted with himself. Getting drunk twice, having sex; his mother was going to kill him. He was red with shame, not daring to look at Drew |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 8, 2014 3:44:54 GMT
Drew Skyes: A bit wobbly, Drew crawled over to where she saw her clothes piled up (sadly, near David) but her hand quickly tightened around the fabric before he saw her. She wasn't ashamed of her body. In fact, she knew she was damn hot. She shouldn't have felt sub conscious in those moments, but she really did.
After clasping on her bra and shimmying on her underwear, trying not to look at David as she did, Drew felt bad. Guilty. She didn't feel guilty very often, but at that moment she felt utterly horrible. Almost enough to puke, but she swallowed the bile down. "Shit," she repeated, scooting on her ass to unlatch the back of the truck because there was no way she was climbing over the side with how fast her head was spinning. After a few shaky steps out into the middle of the street, holding a hand over her mouth, squinting at her headache, trying to think of what to say, what to do, she turned back to David with a bit of a scared look on her features.
"David I am so sorr-" she couldn't finish the sentence, bile threatening to raise up in her throat if she didn't swallow it down. Her hand gripped the side of her truck for support, her body swaying slightly. Why was it so bright? Why was she such a fuck up.
A horrifying thought came to mind, and this time, Drew couldn't hold down her stomach. She disappeared behind the side of the bed, holding onto it still with white knuckles, while her other one pressed against her thigh as she puked up what little substance she had in her stomach. Her hair slipped from behind her shoulders as she finished gagging, wiping her mouth shakily and closing her eyes.
What if she had raped David Mabley?
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Post by shades on Feb 8, 2014 5:08:31 GMT
David Mabley ; ; That thought never crossed his mind, instead the insecure boy just stared ahead blankly. His fingers running across his lips like a school boy, arms still crossed over his chest. Looking down, feeling bad for Drew. “I-It’s not your fault.” He gulped down his own rising bile, feeling sick himself.
“We were drunk, it could have happened any other way.” Although if his mother knew about this, she would try for rape. David knew it probably wasn’t likely. He knew his mind, what went inside his mind and his thoughts. David knew that he probably agreed to this and enjoyed it.
Grimacing as he slid across the truck bed, eyes still looking down. He really just wanted to go home and go to bed. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 8, 2014 5:14:04 GMT
Drew Skyes: Drew shuddered, her eyes still closed tightly together as her throat burned and her mind still whirled. This was too much. This was not happening. Why was she so stupid? Why was she such a slut? She felt so bad that when she stood upright again, running a hand through her hair, she grimaced when she saw David and had to look away from him at the road. Her eyes drifted over the back of her truck, moving to slam the little hatch up so they could drive away. She didn't feel good, but she also wanted nothing more then to just be home, curled up in a ball on her bed, and to shut out the world.
This was just not happening.
And the worse part was that when Drew finally dared to look at David for longer then a second, her heart skipped a beat.
She had some sort of feelings for David Mabley.
Oh hell no.
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Post by shades on Feb 8, 2014 6:15:51 GMT
David Mabley ; ; David felt himself clutching a blanket for a little longer before sliding into the passenger seat. He was silent, knowing they both had to meld their minds and wrap around the situation. Knowing the personality of Drew from school, he was mildly shocked from this reaction; she wasn’t being insensitive to him, leaving him to fend for himself and depression, she was feeling like he felt.
Horrible.
Hazel eyes followed out the window, the fresh air easing his stomach but he still felt dizzy and sick. Every step he took felt horrible and made him wince, only to be masked by a small wall and blank face. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 8, 2014 6:37:10 GMT
Drew Skyes: Swallowing down more bile and her feelings, Drew sucked in a deep breath, opened her eyes, and slid into the drivers seat, gripping the wheel tightly. "Home?" she croaked out a question towards him, finding it hard to speak let alone breath.
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Post by shades on Feb 8, 2014 6:53:37 GMT
David Mabley ; ; “Please.” David affirmed, wringing his hands quietly. Letting his gaze travel the open road, licking his lips hesitantly. |
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Post by Maple ♥ on Feb 8, 2014 16:33:29 GMT
Drew Skyes: Drew inhaled shakily, turning the key in the ignition and putting on her seatbelt simultaneously.
But then something wonderful just happened to not work.
The engine.
It puttered out, just like the breath did from Drew's lungs. With a heavy smack into the steering wheel, Drew growled out a ,"Fucking Christ!"
Then she bit her tongue, glancing over at David. "Sorry, I um...Shit, fuck me in the ass!" she let her head fall back onto the chair defeatedly, then winced at her choice of words. Was everything she said going to remind her of their situation?
Her fingers turned the key a few more times before she felt her hands shaking with too much anger to stay inside the car. With a hefty shove of her shoulder into the car door, she slipped out and walked into the center of the road like she had earlier, holding her face and taking deep breaths.
This whole situation was comical, really.
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Post by shades on Feb 9, 2014 19:51:00 GMT
David Mabley ; ; The virgin young man. Oh wait. He was deflowered, David wiggled his lower body as Drew slammed the truck door; not registering it hadn't started and they were stranded at the moment. His sorrowful and digusted thoughts made him grimace while alone in the car. He didn't last very long alone in his thoughts before his hazel eyes flashed to Drew in the rearview mirror. Well, her backside. Cheeks reddening at the thought of her, which led to her naked in his mind. The door shut with a loud bang as David got out, each step bringing an ugly wince to his face.
Approaching Drew from behind, eyes casted downwards to avoid her own. "Look, I-I don't like this as much as you." His next step making his face contort in a flinch. "But, uh," he lost his thoughts and where he was going with this. Leaving a insecure, conscious David with his arms wrapped around himself.
He was a mess. He messed up. This was his fault. "I'm sorry." |
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