Post by Shinobi-Iri (nick) on Jan 7, 2009 2:13:47 GMT -5
Don't let the title fool you; this isn't a story about spousal abuse or something like that, it will all make sense in the end. It's just a story about a situation that many Australian teenagers have gone through, and I hope some of you can relate to it...enjoy!
There's nothing particularly explicit about this story, but if you are offended by blatant sexuality, then please don't read it, thank you
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It’s a warm night, and the party is going strong. A house full of teenagers and young adults, totally unsupervised and yet not out of control; a testament to youthful maturity that some possessed. Well, my best friend Danielle did at least. Tonight is her 18th, and while she should be getting totally wasted she isn’t, she’s busy making sure the house doesn’t get trashed and for good reason; her parents are strict Catholics, and sure wouldn’t approve of even having ten people over to drink, let alone close to seventy. Most of year twelve showed up tonight, and a good portion of our friends who have already left school.
I’m sitting on a swing chair with a whole bunch of my mates, all sipping from the same bottle and hugging each other, telling one another how sad it’s going to be to part from them at the end of the year. The backyard is abuzz with conversation, which is audible over the music playing from Danielle’s detached rumpus room, which had it’s windows ablaze with light and was bustling with activity. Through the window, I can see Tony, totally devoid of anything that could be considered rhythm, trying to show some girls his skills on the drum kit. Unfortunately, I know for a fact he is having trouble because not fifteen minutes previously, I inhaled four shots of straight Jack Daniels with him, so he will soon be unable to do much more than groan and throw-up.
Around Danielle’s pool, there’s about ten or fifteen people either lounging in deck chairs or sitting on the side with their feet in the water. Most of them are people from school who I’m friendly with but don’t necessarily talk to that often. Normally I’d pay them no mind at a party like this, content to just let them have their fun and maybe have some drinks with them later. But on this particular night, the group around the pool consists of Zoe Stone, who I am not afraid to say I have somewhat of a thing for. But who wouldn’t? Zoe is witty, charming, funny, beautiful, caring and a million other things I can’t be bothered describing. All I know is, she also has a great body, and tonight she is wearing the smallest short-shorts I have ever seen and a top that clings to her flawless figure like a second skin. Her shoulder-length blonde hair is falling into her face, and as she chats with a friend, she lifts a lightly tanned arm drunkenly to move it back. Even when she’s completely paro, she’s so cute.
On this particular night, the sexual tension is higher than a primary school trip to the swimming pool, and there’s more experimentation going on than in a laborotry, so in the spirit of things, I decide I’m going to go talk to her. Under the influence of alcohol, I will be able to talk more easily about the feelings I have for her in real life, and maybe she will understand. To be honest, I’m not that bad looking, and I’ve got a body from years of playing school and club football. But I’m shy, and not particularly outgoing and I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she didn’t even know who I was. But of course she does, how could I forget? She’s spent all of this year helping me do my maths, as I’m hopeless; did I mention she’s a smart cookie too? What more could a guy want in a girl, really?
Somebody hands me a Coopers, I don’t know who but I twist off the top automatically. It gives me a reason to procrastinate, and I sit and drink my beer while listening to the lazy conversation. But I glance over to the group by the pool periodically and make a decision; Zoe is looking good tonight, and it’s only a matter of time before another guy snags her up. I know she’s single, but that could change at any moment. So as soon as I finish this beer, I’m going to go and talk to her, no excuses.
I finish off my bottle and get to my feet. No sooner had I taken three steps that I slip over something under my thronged feet. I look down and it’s the dregs of a spirit bottle, clutched in the hand of Ryan from year eleven, slumped against the wall near where my group was sitting. I didn’t even notice him sit down, and he’s staring up at the sky, moving his head occasionally. His gaze falls on me, and he smiles.
‘All right Alex?’ he asks, coughing.
‘Yeah,’ I say. ‘Great party huh?’
‘You know it,’ he replied. ‘You know my mum doesn’t even know I’m here, but don’t tell her OK?’
I shake my head.
‘I won’t,’ I say. ‘Have a good one man…’
I stumble over to the pool where Zoe is sitting, back to me and still enjoying sluggish conversation with her friend. I kick my thongs off my feet, and the sound of them slapping the edge of the pools causes her to turn and look up at me, swaying slightly. She smiles, god she looks so beautiful.
‘Hey,’ I say. ‘Can I sit down?’
‘Sure…’ she replies, moving over slightly towards her friend, even though there’s plenty of room on her other side.
Carefully, I lower myself down and slip my feet and calves into the water. The pool is nice, and as I look around I can see why people have decided to get it. The feel of the water is definitely an aphrodisiac, and there are plenty of people hooking up both in and around the pool.
In my analysis, I do not notice Zoe’s friend leave, and before I know it she is close to my ear, breathing breath heavily scented with vodka.
‘Isn’t it a nice night tonight?’ she asks me, and I look up at the sky.
‘Yeah, it is…’ I say, already having had this conversation with Ryan but not caring too much, this is an opportunity I can’t afford to miss, not when so many of my emotions are on the line.
She places her fingertips lightly against the side of my face and turns it towards her. I am slouched slightly, so her pink lips are at eye level. Her mouth is slightly open, and I know what I must do. I lean in and she answers me wordlessly, and we sit there engaged in a kiss for what seems like hours, our tongues entwined. Eventually, she breaks away, drains the rest of her cruiser and gets to her feet, holding out her hand for me. I take it and she pulls me up, before leading me towards the house.
We walk through the party, and my eyes dart as Zoe leads me through. I see people I know, people I’ve been jealous of for having nice, loving relationships at school, and for once in my life I do not want to be in their position. Not right now anyway, not when I was probably about to be engaged in some passion with a girl I definitely have the hots for. We head into the comparatively quieter hallway, which leads to the rest of the house. We move past another couple engaged in a lip lock and knock on a closed door, but there is no answer. Zoe opens the door and switches the light on, and I squint in the sudden brightness. All around us there are posters of various punk and metal bands; we are in Danielle’s brother’s room. He’s a nice bloke, I’ll have to thank him later…
Zoe lets go of my hand and sinks onto Bradley’s double bed. She tucks her feet under her, and is looking up at me, a gleam in her eye and a smile on her face. I move forward a little, before I sit on the bed next to her, amazed that I have gotten this far…
‘Do you have protection?’ she asks me.
Well, I’m a teenage guy, of course I have a condom, and I’m not ashamed to admit I carry it around in my wallet either. I reach into my pocket, pull out my wallet and withdraw the condom; Zoe giggles.
‘Such a man…’ she says, and I suddenly wonder how many times she’s done this before.
But she pulls off her top, and I am left staring at her impressive endowment. She is smiling, still swaying a little, but has a determination that I know all too well. It was a look that friends of mine have spoke of many times before; when a girl is ready to ‘go’…
She takes my face gently in her hands once more, and kisses me again, pulling me back and on top of her. I break it off briefly onto to pull off my polo shirt, before we are back at it again. I run my fingers lightly over her body, and I feel her arch into me, I know she is enjoying this. She too is running her hands over my back and down into my shorts. I stop kissing her mouth and trail them down her chest, all over her tight stomach and down towards her shorts, but she pushes me gently back. She has my condom in her hand, and I know what she means.
I rip the packet open and apply the rubber quickly, before I get back down to business, and I am just unbuttoning her shorts when...
‘Wait, stop…’ she says.
‘What’s the matter?’ I whisper back.
‘I-I don’t know whether or not we should be doing this…’ she says, sitting up.
‘Why, what do you mean?’ I ask.
She stares into my eyes, and her expression is one of utmost regret. I can tell she wants to as much as I do, but already I can feel the doubt rising up within me.
‘I know you like me,’ she says. ‘I’ve known for ages, and the truth is I really, really like you as well…’
I was feeling suddenly faint. She actually liked me as well, this was unexpected.
‘I don’t want to mess up what could be a good relationship like this…’ she goes on, and I could hear a pleading note in her voice that told me she really meant it.
‘All I know is –‘I begin, voice stammering slightly. ‘- when this is all over, I want to regret nothing.’
She smiles, kisses me again and rises from the bed, grabbing her shirt as she does so, before taking my hand and helping me up too. She engages me in a long kiss before breaking away, smiling once more.
‘I don’t think we’ll regret a thing…’ she says.
Back outside at the party, I resume my place with my group, and Zoe returns to the pool, and re-engages one of her friends in conversation. But she breaks off at regular intervals to glance over at me, and smile her beautiful smile.
‘Hey,’ one of my drunken mates nudges me. ‘I saw you and *hic* Zoe Stone headin’ inside, did you fuck her?’
‘Nah,’ I say, smiling back at Zoe, before clapping my friend on the shoulder. ‘I don’t think I’m ready to break up something beautiful tonight…’
There's nothing particularly explicit about this story, but if you are offended by blatant sexuality, then please don't read it, thank you
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It’s a warm night, and the party is going strong. A house full of teenagers and young adults, totally unsupervised and yet not out of control; a testament to youthful maturity that some possessed. Well, my best friend Danielle did at least. Tonight is her 18th, and while she should be getting totally wasted she isn’t, she’s busy making sure the house doesn’t get trashed and for good reason; her parents are strict Catholics, and sure wouldn’t approve of even having ten people over to drink, let alone close to seventy. Most of year twelve showed up tonight, and a good portion of our friends who have already left school.
I’m sitting on a swing chair with a whole bunch of my mates, all sipping from the same bottle and hugging each other, telling one another how sad it’s going to be to part from them at the end of the year. The backyard is abuzz with conversation, which is audible over the music playing from Danielle’s detached rumpus room, which had it’s windows ablaze with light and was bustling with activity. Through the window, I can see Tony, totally devoid of anything that could be considered rhythm, trying to show some girls his skills on the drum kit. Unfortunately, I know for a fact he is having trouble because not fifteen minutes previously, I inhaled four shots of straight Jack Daniels with him, so he will soon be unable to do much more than groan and throw-up.
Around Danielle’s pool, there’s about ten or fifteen people either lounging in deck chairs or sitting on the side with their feet in the water. Most of them are people from school who I’m friendly with but don’t necessarily talk to that often. Normally I’d pay them no mind at a party like this, content to just let them have their fun and maybe have some drinks with them later. But on this particular night, the group around the pool consists of Zoe Stone, who I am not afraid to say I have somewhat of a thing for. But who wouldn’t? Zoe is witty, charming, funny, beautiful, caring and a million other things I can’t be bothered describing. All I know is, she also has a great body, and tonight she is wearing the smallest short-shorts I have ever seen and a top that clings to her flawless figure like a second skin. Her shoulder-length blonde hair is falling into her face, and as she chats with a friend, she lifts a lightly tanned arm drunkenly to move it back. Even when she’s completely paro, she’s so cute.
On this particular night, the sexual tension is higher than a primary school trip to the swimming pool, and there’s more experimentation going on than in a laborotry, so in the spirit of things, I decide I’m going to go talk to her. Under the influence of alcohol, I will be able to talk more easily about the feelings I have for her in real life, and maybe she will understand. To be honest, I’m not that bad looking, and I’ve got a body from years of playing school and club football. But I’m shy, and not particularly outgoing and I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she didn’t even know who I was. But of course she does, how could I forget? She’s spent all of this year helping me do my maths, as I’m hopeless; did I mention she’s a smart cookie too? What more could a guy want in a girl, really?
Somebody hands me a Coopers, I don’t know who but I twist off the top automatically. It gives me a reason to procrastinate, and I sit and drink my beer while listening to the lazy conversation. But I glance over to the group by the pool periodically and make a decision; Zoe is looking good tonight, and it’s only a matter of time before another guy snags her up. I know she’s single, but that could change at any moment. So as soon as I finish this beer, I’m going to go and talk to her, no excuses.
I finish off my bottle and get to my feet. No sooner had I taken three steps that I slip over something under my thronged feet. I look down and it’s the dregs of a spirit bottle, clutched in the hand of Ryan from year eleven, slumped against the wall near where my group was sitting. I didn’t even notice him sit down, and he’s staring up at the sky, moving his head occasionally. His gaze falls on me, and he smiles.
‘All right Alex?’ he asks, coughing.
‘Yeah,’ I say. ‘Great party huh?’
‘You know it,’ he replied. ‘You know my mum doesn’t even know I’m here, but don’t tell her OK?’
I shake my head.
‘I won’t,’ I say. ‘Have a good one man…’
I stumble over to the pool where Zoe is sitting, back to me and still enjoying sluggish conversation with her friend. I kick my thongs off my feet, and the sound of them slapping the edge of the pools causes her to turn and look up at me, swaying slightly. She smiles, god she looks so beautiful.
‘Hey,’ I say. ‘Can I sit down?’
‘Sure…’ she replies, moving over slightly towards her friend, even though there’s plenty of room on her other side.
Carefully, I lower myself down and slip my feet and calves into the water. The pool is nice, and as I look around I can see why people have decided to get it. The feel of the water is definitely an aphrodisiac, and there are plenty of people hooking up both in and around the pool.
In my analysis, I do not notice Zoe’s friend leave, and before I know it she is close to my ear, breathing breath heavily scented with vodka.
‘Isn’t it a nice night tonight?’ she asks me, and I look up at the sky.
‘Yeah, it is…’ I say, already having had this conversation with Ryan but not caring too much, this is an opportunity I can’t afford to miss, not when so many of my emotions are on the line.
She places her fingertips lightly against the side of my face and turns it towards her. I am slouched slightly, so her pink lips are at eye level. Her mouth is slightly open, and I know what I must do. I lean in and she answers me wordlessly, and we sit there engaged in a kiss for what seems like hours, our tongues entwined. Eventually, she breaks away, drains the rest of her cruiser and gets to her feet, holding out her hand for me. I take it and she pulls me up, before leading me towards the house.
We walk through the party, and my eyes dart as Zoe leads me through. I see people I know, people I’ve been jealous of for having nice, loving relationships at school, and for once in my life I do not want to be in their position. Not right now anyway, not when I was probably about to be engaged in some passion with a girl I definitely have the hots for. We head into the comparatively quieter hallway, which leads to the rest of the house. We move past another couple engaged in a lip lock and knock on a closed door, but there is no answer. Zoe opens the door and switches the light on, and I squint in the sudden brightness. All around us there are posters of various punk and metal bands; we are in Danielle’s brother’s room. He’s a nice bloke, I’ll have to thank him later…
Zoe lets go of my hand and sinks onto Bradley’s double bed. She tucks her feet under her, and is looking up at me, a gleam in her eye and a smile on her face. I move forward a little, before I sit on the bed next to her, amazed that I have gotten this far…
‘Do you have protection?’ she asks me.
Well, I’m a teenage guy, of course I have a condom, and I’m not ashamed to admit I carry it around in my wallet either. I reach into my pocket, pull out my wallet and withdraw the condom; Zoe giggles.
‘Such a man…’ she says, and I suddenly wonder how many times she’s done this before.
But she pulls off her top, and I am left staring at her impressive endowment. She is smiling, still swaying a little, but has a determination that I know all too well. It was a look that friends of mine have spoke of many times before; when a girl is ready to ‘go’…
She takes my face gently in her hands once more, and kisses me again, pulling me back and on top of her. I break it off briefly onto to pull off my polo shirt, before we are back at it again. I run my fingers lightly over her body, and I feel her arch into me, I know she is enjoying this. She too is running her hands over my back and down into my shorts. I stop kissing her mouth and trail them down her chest, all over her tight stomach and down towards her shorts, but she pushes me gently back. She has my condom in her hand, and I know what she means.
I rip the packet open and apply the rubber quickly, before I get back down to business, and I am just unbuttoning her shorts when...
‘Wait, stop…’ she says.
‘What’s the matter?’ I whisper back.
‘I-I don’t know whether or not we should be doing this…’ she says, sitting up.
‘Why, what do you mean?’ I ask.
She stares into my eyes, and her expression is one of utmost regret. I can tell she wants to as much as I do, but already I can feel the doubt rising up within me.
‘I know you like me,’ she says. ‘I’ve known for ages, and the truth is I really, really like you as well…’
I was feeling suddenly faint. She actually liked me as well, this was unexpected.
‘I don’t want to mess up what could be a good relationship like this…’ she goes on, and I could hear a pleading note in her voice that told me she really meant it.
‘All I know is –‘I begin, voice stammering slightly. ‘- when this is all over, I want to regret nothing.’
She smiles, kisses me again and rises from the bed, grabbing her shirt as she does so, before taking my hand and helping me up too. She engages me in a long kiss before breaking away, smiling once more.
‘I don’t think we’ll regret a thing…’ she says.
Back outside at the party, I resume my place with my group, and Zoe returns to the pool, and re-engages one of her friends in conversation. But she breaks off at regular intervals to glance over at me, and smile her beautiful smile.
‘Hey,’ one of my drunken mates nudges me. ‘I saw you and *hic* Zoe Stone headin’ inside, did you fuck her?’
‘Nah,’ I say, smiling back at Zoe, before clapping my friend on the shoulder. ‘I don’t think I’m ready to break up something beautiful tonight…’
