Page 10 of Dirty Chorus

“Hey you!” Amy’s voice cuts through the throng of voices. A half empty red cup sloshes its blue contents over her hand. “Did Tony convince you to watch me again?” Her smile is lopsided and she stumbles into me.

“Jesus, how much have you had?” I catch her elbow.

“I just graduated, hello!” she slurs, her words running together. “Plus, I’m eighteen and I can do whatever I want.”

“I realize that but...”

She cuts me off. “I want you to come with me.” She walks her fingers along my chest.

“I think we should slow down and you need some water.” I attempt to grasp her red cup.

“No, no, no.” She waves a finger at me. “Come on.” She takes my hand and tugs me through a pulsating living room down a dim hallway. I bump into other people and the music fades to a dull throb. Amy shoulder opens a door, and pushes me into a bathroom.

“Amy...”

She bites her bottom lip. Great, here we go again.

The door slams shut, and the party is now muffled, and all I hear is the rhythm of my heartbeat.

Her red cup slams along the clean countertop. Before I could say another word, she spun and shoved me against the counter, her eyes glassy with intoxication.

“It’s barely ten.” She fists my shirt, her lips puckering attempting to find mine. “How much did you have?” I ask between her mouth. I’m leaning away, but she keeps lathering the side of my mouth with her drunk kisses. My hands go to her shoulders, not just to push her away, but also trying to shake some sense into her.

“I told you we can’t be doing this anymore. I like you as a friend, and I...” She ignores me and drops to her knees, fingers fumbling at the button of my jeans. “Amy!” My zipper goes down as she tugs.

“I... fuck.” Her hands are already inside my boxers, her cold fingers wrapping around me. I suck in a sharp breath. Damn it. A low groan escapes my lips despite myself. I lean back against the counter, knocking over her red cup, her drink splattering on the floor. She didn’t seem to notice, her parted lips slick with gloss. Yep... I’m about to be assaulted. Then her mouth was on my dick.

All I see is her head bopping up and down, working extra hard just to get that bad boy to rise. Amy’s blue eyes glance up at me to get my reaction, and it’s like I black out for a second. The room goes dark and I see her. Just a flicker of her in my memory. It’s Trouble. It’s her grey eyes gazing at me with that Sharpie, her tits nearly falling out of that halter top. Oh...fuck...I harden completely in Amy’s mouth, thickening against her tongue.

It was hot. Unbelievably, intensely hot and wet. A soft, slurping sound filled the silence between us as she took me in, her tongue swirling around my dick. The sensation was a direct jolt to my nervous system. My head thumped back against the mirror. God. My fingers tangled in her hair and I’m not guiding, just holding on as a wave of pure physical pleasure crashes over me. I imagine how soft Trouble’s hair would be fisted in my hands. Fuck, why does this feel so good now?

My hips give a gentle, involuntary thrust, pushing myself deeper into the warm, willing wetness of Amy’s mouth. My eyes slide shut, giving in to the feel of it. The slick friction. The pressure. That’s when I heard the click of the door opening. My eyes fly open. And there she was.

Trouble.

“Ah fuck!”

It’s the damn girl with a Sharpie. Out of all the times to see her again, it’s when Amy is drunk and choking on my dick. Trouble doesn’t even budge, she just holds the door handle, her body half-turned as if she’s about to flee, but her feet are rooted to the spot. Her cheeks flush a deep, furious red, her lips, her plump, perfectly bowed lips, are parted as if she were in shock.

Her wide, glistening grey eyes are locked directly on me.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. The only sound was Amy's mindless, wet sucking and the frantic hammering of my own heart. Charlie’s gaze isn’t horrified. It isn’t disgusted. It’s... fixated. A reckless, dangerous heat flares in my balls, hotter than anything Amy is doing. My grip tightens in Amy’s hair.

“Fuck!” I grasp the base of my dick the second Amy sucks downwards and pull it out of her mouth. “I can’t!”

“Oh come on!” Amy paws at my jeans as I tuck my dick back inside my boxers, zipping up my jeans before stumbling and almost tripping over Amy herself. “I wanna make you feel good.”

Charlie’s eyes flicker up to meet mine, and she doesn’t look away. The blush on her cheeks deepen and I swear I hear her heartbeat within my own ears. She doesn’t say a damn word, she just stumbles back, yanking the door shut with a deafening slam.

“Noahhh,” Amy stands up, wiping her lips. “You spilled my drink,” she continues.

“Sorry, but you really should drink some...” she's out the door again. “...Water.”

I race out in pursuit, my hard-on straining against my jeans. My balls are on fire, and of course Amy disappeared. All I can make out is a school of mindless sardines getting wasted. Crap, I was supposed to be watching her.

Someone yanks off my beanie, smacking me across the top of my head and I do a one-eighty and spot those pink nails dangling it like bait. It’s Trouble. She stands on her tippy-toes to reach my ears and shouts, “Are you stalking me or something?” She glances at me from head to toe and stops at the bulge in my pants. I straighten out my jeans to adjust the fabric.

“I think it’s the other way around. You barged in on me!” I point a thumb to my chest.