The Crash
Our boiling hips collide, bubbling with so much potential. Countless hands traced the curves and bumps on my skin, each pair distinctly different from the other, each belonging to a person. I could remember the sweet plush lips on my own, shy and gently asking for permission. And the large muscles that assaulted my sight, they bulged and stretched in front of me. I was marveled by how they moved so gracefully. The only thing going through my mind was a saying i had heard others my age say, once a hoe always a hoe. My brows furrowed but as time went on my conscious blurred away into the scenery with a buzz. All senses slipped my grasp and next thing I know it's morning like usual.
Or at least as usual as it could've been with six men softly snoozing in my room smothering me with the immense amount of heat, sweat and what i hoped not to be semen, maybe even urine. My face laid against something soft and fuzzy brown. Wait, what is that thing in between my. . ? I shifted my legs and a loud huff could be heard from the one I had been laying on.
Clumsy I shifted into a sitting position forcing the strangely soft rod deeper into me. Rubbing my eyes, my daze had final disappeared enough for me to realize what had happened. Memeories of the drunken night flooded my mind. There was sex. So much sex. With me being the main appetizer. That means the thing inside me isn't - heat spread across my face but I didn't have much time to reflect when a buzz on the drawer caught my attention. Reaching over I took the phone in hand in the process pulling the man's hips along.
My heart must've skipped a beat when I saw the caller ID. It was Auntie. I swiftly answered the call, a excuse just about ready to come tumbling out when she cut me off. "No. Before you say anything I want you to know that I don't care about what happened last night. All i want to know is if you're safe, you here me?" She said in her high pitched womanly voice.
"Yes Auntie, I'm safe." I answered. "Good. Now I've called to let you know that last night I had you driven to New York." My eyes widened. What in the world is this woman thinking!? "And that your days of being homeschooled is over. From now you'll be going to a proper school which might I add starts in a tommarow." She stated as if the situation wasn't weird enough. "Auntie, I swear to god, if this is because you want some 'grand-babies' trust me this ain't the way to go." I grumbled.
All i heard was a devilish laugh before she bid me farewell. I threw the phone across the room earning me a satisfied thump as I thought about the trouble I had gotten myself in. It was just yesterday I was living in my comfy mansion, eating chocolate and caramel without a care in the world. Now I'm living here. In a - Wait, where exactly am I? I looked around the room. It was barren except for the wooden drawer beside the bed and black sleek lamp on top of it, including a pair of aqua colored eyes that stared back at mine.
I was startled when I noticed them. They came from one of the men to my right. He was settled comfortably under a large thick blanket covering his torso. He had little white wisps of hair each out of place on the side of both temples and touch of a slightly golden-brown goatee plaster on his face. If I do recall he goes by the name Stephen. Stephen Strange.
The moment i breathed his name his hand cupped mine. "You ok?" He yawned, not quite worryingly but at the same time showing interest. Chilling the ache of the immense amount of stress away with just a couple of words.
I remeber now. Why I had went after him during that party. He had been standing alone watching the moon with wistful eyes, a cloud of mystery shrouding him like a cloak. He wasn't lonely but somehow I knew he'd enjoy the company. That he needed it. And well, with me being drunk I had grabbed his hand and after that it'd seem as though he'd been trapped under a spell. I smirked and laid back down, still on top the man and still impaled.
Maybe my stay won't be all bad. . . If he stays.