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Post by Myranda on Jul 15, 2010 12:08:24 GMT -6
Dezzy giggled and pulled him into her, kissing him again. She had lost all sense of discretion. Not only had she loosened up a bit, she was an entirely different person. And she was enjoying it. She wasn't uncomfortable in the least! The alcohol and fully taken effect; now the mistakes were flowing out. Because that's what this was; a big mistake. She could be ruining the friendship she had built with Tom, if you could even call it that.
What would her bother think if he saw her like this? Beyond disappointed, to say the least. He always thought Dezzy had an awful way of dealing with the things that bothered her. He'd beg her to stop, maybe even get violent with her. If scaring hwr was the only way. But he was ofnon the east coast, clueless about his sister's inappropriate actions.
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Post by lucy on Jul 15, 2010 12:29:09 GMT -6
He thought nothing of how eager she was with him, Tom was too wrapped up in alcohol induced attractions to notice how different they were acting. He had to steady himself against the counter before returning her affection. Too many coordinated actions at one time and not enough regard to stop himself from continuing to kiss and caress her.
Tom, knew way in the back of his head that this wasn't right. This was too soon to be getting this close. But to him that didn't matter right now. He wasn't being selfish, she was practically throwing herself at him.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 16, 2010 21:11:37 GMT -6
Dezzy wasn't thinking straight, and this was getting bad. Alcohol had always made her feel kind of corny. She probably thought she was in love with Tom because he saved her life. Her conscience was rooting for her to stop here, but her heart and drunken mind easily overpowered it. She ventured onwards, running her hands through Tom's hair as she got somewhat-sloppily passionate.
If you had pulled her aside by chance and asked her what she had just this second been doing, she couldn't tell you. She was out of it, focusing on nothing but Tom's lips. Though, she wasn't even sure they were his. Her eyes were shut and her hands had now moved down his chest. Normally, she woud care too much what he thought to be doing such things. But given both of their current states, he probably didn't think much of it either.
Ooc; sorry it took so long to reply. I blame writer's block.
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Post by lucy on Jul 16, 2010 21:45:48 GMT -6
Thomas smiled against Dezzy's lips, he was probably enjoying this a lot more than she was. He craved her, but really it didn't matter to him who he was with. As his hands bravely explored her body he didn't stop to think about where she wanted to stop. Chances are neither of them would.
Tom pulled away for a second to regain his breath, suddenly feeling extremely ill. He retched and promptly vomited onto the floor, luckily missing Dezzy. It seemed that all that alcohol had finally kicked it.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 19, 2010 15:10:16 GMT -6
Eww, Dezzy thought for about a brief moment as she giggled her way over and got him some water. After only minute or so, she had forgotten about it and was back to exploring his mouth, even being so bold as to pull him over to her bed. Her gut and conscience was screaming that this was a bad idea, and even her mind knew it was bad. But Dezzy couldn't control her own body; it had a mind of it's own that thought this was a fantastic idea!
There was something about being bad that Dezzy liked. She liked not caring, and not worrying about what anyone else thought. So, as bad of an idea as this was, she wasn't going to atop. It was the thrill that had kept her going all this time, and it was the thrill that will make her continue. Unless, of course, Tom felt the need to stop her. But that thought hadn't even crossed her mind yet. She was too focused on their entertwining tongues to worry about what Tom wanted.
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Post by lucy on Jul 19, 2010 15:40:58 GMT -6
His mouth tasted foul, but only until their saliva mingled together and he was back to breathing her air and sharing her personal space. They sat up on her bed in a tangle of ivory limbs, the ecstasy of arousal pumping through his blood. He could feel Dezzy's heart beating against the palm of his eager hands; daring to explore her skin.
He knew how morally wrong it would be if they actually had sex. But, they were both drunk so in his mind, he also figured that the moral opposition cancelled itself out and it couldn't really be called taking advantage of this girl. It all made sense, at least to Tom that there's nothing wrong here.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 19, 2010 15:52:51 GMT -6
Things were suddenly moving faster than Dezzy had remembered. Things were more agressive, and though she played along she was beginning to get nervous. After all, she was a virgin. And drunk wasn't the best way to lose your virginity. But, this was moving at lightning speed, and she couldn't stop herself. Not even as she began to take off her shirt, and deepen the trouble she was in.
If Daddy could see how his little girl was acting right now, it would break his poor heart. Deep in her heart, Dezzy was already broken hearted though. She was crushed that her own mother abandoned her family so easily. She mourned the death of her grandmother, whom she was close to. And the feud going on between her aunt, grandpa, and father was too kuch to bear. But, was she dealing with it at all in the correct way?
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Post by lucy on Jul 19, 2010 16:10:00 GMT -6
He was getting anxious now while his mouth and hands explored her exposed skin. Abandoned clothing fell to the floor, quickly adding up. Drunken slurs of compliments fell from his busy mouth to coax her further, as unnecessary as it was.
Thomas had lost his to a girl older than him by a couple years; he was fifteen, she was seventeen. Prettiest of his brother's 'friends'. She had taken a clear interest in the boy during a party, and he ended up just as Dezzy had now. Innocent and drunk and figuring he was in love with the person in front of him.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 19, 2010 17:37:59 GMT -6
The articles of clothing kept falling off until Dezzy had encouraged herself to pull of Tom's off too. In a sense, she already felt guilty about the coming events. But then again, she loved this feeling and craved it. It had been so long since she felt loved by a boy, she embraced it. She felt (in a weird, illogical, drunken way) beautiful. And rebellious. Like one of those gurls inthe movies who just does whatever she wants and doesn't care what people think.
It all seemed glamorous to her, as well; the underaged drinking in a rich part of California with a boy who breaks all the rules and replaces them with his own. But this was exactly why she didn't drink. She was cheating herself out of her own commitments. The underaged drinking law was made for a reason, and the reality of it hadn't settled in just yet. Which is why Dezzy continued with her wannabe movie star charade. (ooc: uhm, since we both know it's gonna happen, i'm gonna go ahead and throw the time skip in soon, if it's okay with you. :] )
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Post by lucy on Jul 19, 2010 17:43:43 GMT -6
(ooc: i have no problem just skipping now in my upcoming reply,)
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Post by Myranda on Jul 19, 2010 17:53:13 GMT -6
Ooc- Okay sounds good :]
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Post by lucy on Jul 19, 2010 18:19:28 GMT -6
His arm fell slack over the side of the bed, daylight filtering through closed curtains. The soft light stirred him from his sleep and he hazily opened his bright eyes. Thomas had vague memories of the night before, but most of it didn't make much sense to him now that he had slept off most of the alcohol.
He kept still in the unfamiliar bed, thinking everything over. He remembered going to Desiree's house, and having a few drinks with her. He vaguely remembered puking shortly after and then..slept with her?
Wait what?
Tom sighed and cautiously untangled his torso from the sheets, noticing Dezzy asleep beside him. A master at escaping a scene unnoticed he quickly got dressed and slipped out of her bedroom. He grabbed the nearly empty vodka bottle from the counter and snatched up his shoes from the door before silently padding out of her dorm.
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Post by Myranda on Jul 19, 2010 18:33:07 GMT -6
Dezzy woke up slowly a few hours later. Her head was pounding, and she couldn't remember the night before... At all. Did she ever end up hanging out with Tom? Maybe. She sat out of bed, and realized she had no clothes on. In that moment, her stomach twitched, causing her to run to the bathroom and vomit, barely making it to the toilet. She flopped down beside the toilet, the smell of her own stomach acid filling the air. Her foot hurt like hell, but she remembered why. The rest of her body hurt, too, but she figured at first that it was because of her sea adventure yesterday.
But, a certain part of her body hurt really bad. So bad that she realized it was difficult for her to stand up. How on earth did that happen? Unless... No, no. She couldn't possibly have let herself lose control like that. Right? She suddenly gagged and bent over the toilet to vomit once more. She certainly did not miss hangovers. She curled up on her bathroom floor and tried to remember what had happened last night, but nothing came to mind. It sure was curious that she had gone to bed without pajamas (or anything else, for that matter) but she thought nothing else of it. Today, she would stay in her bathroom and vomit as much as she needed.
But, she needed to find out what had happened last night. She just... Had no way of contacting Tom. She didn't know where he lived or his phone number. If she had had sex with him, she would probably never see him again. And at this thought, Dezzy began to weep.
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Post by lucy on Jul 19, 2010 21:47:45 GMT -6
Monday slowly rolled around, along with his spare first period. Tom figured he would get up early, skip coming all together and drive down to the beach and take some photos with the film camera he found kicking around his apartment. Who would they call? His apartment? The camera in question was in rough shape, but it worked fine and he already had the correct film in it. Thomas absolutely adored old, grainy, not quite perfect photos produced by film cameras.
He slowly drove down to the beach, it wasn't quite light out yet but getting there. He wanted to get the sunrise on film, the photos he took today would go beside the ones he took at the beach near his home in Stocksbridge. His older brother had copies of those photos hanging up on his wall as well.
Upon scalling the rocky way down to the sandy surface below something caught his eye. A dingy, but non the less bright beach towel that looked to have been roughly tossed out onto the beach.
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Post by lucy on Jul 19, 2010 22:20:00 GMT -6
ooc; btw myranda, Phantom wanted me to tell you they're starting something with the cliques at the Football field. She's working on starting now. Posting order is Phantom, Rainbow, Jenny, then you
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