No Such Thing As Nice Guys

Chapter One – The Party

Sarah’s point of view

I knew I was drunk when I had lost count of how many shots I had taken. I had the same warm feeling all over my body that I did every other time I went to a party and got drunk; which was, believe me, quiet a few times. I was surrounded by the same people who had been at the same parties with me time and time again. It was starting to get repetitive and a little boring. Little did I know that this party would be different than all the rest.

I was wearing my favorite outfit; a pair of super skin tight black jeans, and my bright green halter-top. I thought I looked pretty hot, but then again, I always thought I looked good. If guys wanted to stare, let them.

The party was well under way. There were people puking their guts out over the balcony, and people walking around half naked. Yup, it was a good party, that was for sure. I walked over to the counter and saw that nothing was left to drink. I thought to myself, how can 50 some-odd people go through 6 half-gallons of hard liquor, along with two fifth of Jack in 2 hours? That was beyond me, but whatever.

Disappointed, I wondered around looking for someone to talk to and share embarrassing stories with that we would surely regret in the morning. But then again, isn’t that was parties are about; regretting it all in the morning?

The only problem with this party, and all the ones before it, was that most of the guys there were my recently ex boyfriends friends. I met all them through my ex, so of course, none of them would come on to their friends ex girlfriend. Not knowing if they would simply ignore me and laugh about it in the morning if I came on to them, I wasn’t willing to risk it.

That really frustrated me, because I was really horny at that moment. I was so distracted that I didn’t notice someone walking my way until I crashed into him. I stumbled backwards and looked up. He was about 6 ft, and good 7 inches taller than me. He had a short black Mohawk, but the color was natural, unlike mine. Casual black pants hung on his legs, along with his light blue t-shit that said “It’s only illegal if you get caught.” It had a picture of bong on the front under the words.

Not realizing I should have introduced myself first, I busted out laughing and sad, “That is the funniest thing I have ever seen!.” The only problem was that it came out more like, “Sat is fun-st ding I half evers en!”

He noticed me reading his shirt and chuckled. “My name is Travis, nice to meet you.” It was then that I noticed his beautiful, dangerous looking green eyes. It took me a second to compose myself and respond.

“Um, yeah. I’m Sarah.” I looked him in the eyes but then looked away slightly. Those eyes were intimidating. “I’ve never met you before.” After it came out of my mouth I mentally kicked my self. Duh. “What I mean is, who do you know here?”

“Um, no one really. I just moved in a few houses up, and I thought I would wonder on in, considering the door, and windows, were open.”

For some reason I will never understand, I found that to be hilarious. I busted out laughing again and put my hand on his chest pushing him slightly. He glanced at me with a small, what looked like all-knowing, smile.

It hit me then that he didn’t know my ex. That meant that he wasn’t friends with him. (God, I needed to stop making such obvious observations). The point was, he was fair game!

“So, how old are you anyways?” He asked me.

I thought about my answer before I said it this time. If I told him how old I really was, he might back off. But then again if I lied, and he ended up getting in trouble, I would feel bad. I decided to go with my real age, and hope he didn’t really care.

“I’ll be 16 next month.” I paused, looking at his expression. He raised an eyebrow, but other than that he didn’t show any signs that he was concerned. That either meant he didn’t care how old I was, or that he had no intentions of messing around with me in the first place. I hoped it was the first.

Pulling myself together, I asked him, “And what about you?”

“24 as of last week. But enough about that. Why don’t we go to the kitchen, I’d like a beer or something.”

“That’s about all that’s left anyways.” I said.

After an hour or so of talking and flirting, I made my move.

“What was that, I couldn’t hear you.” I asked, leaning closer.

“I said, after that, I……”

I didn’t hear the rest of the sentence. I really didn’t care. “Oh,” I said, leaning back again.

“Hey, do you want to go somewhere where we can hear each other better?” He asked, pounding the rest of his beer.

I smiled. Worked every time.

“Sure. It’s getting a little crowed anyways.” That was defiantly true. It looked like another good 20 people had crashed the party. At least they brought more beer; enough beer to kill an elephant by the looks of it.

He lead me past a group of guys playing drunken-hackesac and towards the stair leading to the basement. We reached the bottom and I looked around. I had never been down here before, but it was fully-furnished and everything. And the best part was that no one else was around. This being a pretty big house, and there were 4 bedrooms downstairs, plus the central living-room sort of room we had first entered into from the stairs.

We walked towards one of the back bedrooms when his cell phone began playing loudly. I didn’t hear what he was saying, but I caught the words, “Yeah” and “Downstairs.” I shuck it off as nothing.

We entered the room, me first with him following close behind. I turned on the light only for it to be turned off by Travis seconds later. I giggled, then mentally kicked myself for sounding like a little school girl. Oh well, maybe that turned him on.

Travis reached around my waist and pulled me to him. I could feel his erection pressing against my lower back, and I smiled. He was kissing my neck and then blowing on my skin where it was wet. It turned cold, and I shuddered; not from the cold but from anticipation.

I turned around and pressed my lips softly on his lips, and I could feel him smile. I had to stand on my toes to reach him. He pressed his tongue against my lips, which I spread, allowing his tongue entrance.

He pulled away and pushed me kind of hard onto the bed behind me. I was surprised, and before I could say anything, he was on top of me with his lips pressing hard against mine. I soon forgot about the roughness he had used as I practically melted; he was an amazing kisser. His tongue explored my whole mouth before grabbing my tongue with him, and sucking it into his mouth, where I copied what he had done.

I hear the door open and shut, but was too drunk and too into what I was doing for it to click in my mind that someone else was in the room. It wasn’t until the light turned on and Travis pulled away and stood up off the bed that I saw who had joined us.

There were two of them, one with short brown hair and blue eyes, the other with slightly longer light brown, almost blond hair and green eyes. His eyes however were not as breath-taking as Travis’s. The brown haired one stood several inches shorter that Travis, but still taller than me, while the blond hair one was almost as tall as Travis, although Travis stood the tallest of all of us.

I was in a state of drunken-shock, and forgot I have a voice so I just listened to them.

“Damn, good choice Trav, but isn’t she a bit young though?” Asked the brown haired guy, who I later learned was named Tom.

“Then I’m sure she’ll be tighter than the last bitch we fucked. Damn, that was like fucking the Grand Canyon!” Travis responded. “Now, to get down to business, I say we fuck her here before we take her to the house, ’cuz I got a raging hard-on for her right now.

“Fine with me, what about you Mark?” Tom said.

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’m gonna go get some more beer. Meet you guy at the house later tonight then?”

“I think I’m gonna go find a quickie before heading back, I’ll see you there too.” Tom said on his way out the door.