The stranger was about to leave the door when she called out, "I think you should come see this"
He smirked and said, "A half naked girl on the toilet? I'll pass. Just come out whenever you're done exploring shit in there." As he walked away, he murmured, "I'll be better off enjoying this feeling."
Max Martins was one of the housemate in this three bedroom apartment. He had been sharing the place with two of his friends from college. They had gone to the same college and just became friends so they decided to get a place together four years ago, two years before he finished college. After college, he started working at the job he still works at. Even though he was done with college, it didn't stop him from still living the way he pleased and that included his relationship with women. He had not been in a relationship for as long as he could remember because he didn't think it was worth it. He watch his father, Ethan Martin, love one woman and in turn had his heart ripped by the same woman. Max made up his mind to be with as much women as he could and just enjoy his life. He had an estranged relationship with his father because of how opposite they were, and Max liked that they didn't have to tolerate each other because he felt like his father was disappointed that he did not stick with one woman. Nicknamed "City boy", Max lived out his name and because he was a gentleman at heart, girls willingly gave their hearts to this man.
Even thought he was irresponsible and partied as hard as he could, Max Martin works hard and had earned every promotion he got at work. He has a strong philosophy to never play where he ate and so at work, he was a different person, he would not even flirt back with the ladies from work.
He was at work this morning when he got a text from his other two flatmates that they were going to host a party that night. Max has never declined a party, whether it was going to be hosted at his crib or in another location, as long as the party served "pot and booze", he was completely fine. However, he had a strict rule that none of the participants of the party would use his room or bathroom. Their apartment had a guest room but it never stopped guests from still trying to use other private bathrooms.
As soon as he got back from work that evening, he made himself a sandwich while watching his roommate prepare the place for the party—they were just bringing in the drinks for the party and other food laced with something. After eating, Max went to his room and decided to try out the new substance he got from his dealer the previous day. His dealer had told him that they had added a new mix to the usual recipe and told him not to smoke everything at once—of course, he knew better than to finish a new merchandise, especially one he had not tried before.
As with every new substance his dealer gives him, his body takes about a week to adjust, but during this time, he checks how long it lasts, he sets timer to see how long he lasts under the influence, how long it takes him to lose touch with reality and basically how the experience goes.
This new mix had him feeling all kinds of things at the same time and he was trying to remain calm to enjoy the feeling. His head was spinning but he loved the feeling, he couldn't stand up for longer than five minutes but who cares? He didn't plan to stand up anyways. That's when he started hearing the music in the apartment. The doors and windows in the apartment were soundproof but inside the apartment had inbuilt speakers with boosted bass. He could hear every lyric and even hummed to some of them. He heard his roommates before they got to his room to find out if he was still up. They saw him wasted on his bed, they laughed and told him to save some of it for them. When they left, he heard one of them say, "Damn! Max is really living the life. He better not finish that shit..."
It was like it heightened his hearing and he loved the feeling.
Still in this feeling, he heard someone walking in heels coming towards his room. He knew his roommate did not close the door all the way. He wanted to call them back to shut it but he figured that everyone who'd come for the party will see the ''Do NOT come in" sign on the door and respect the sign.
He heard the person push the door and came in. The sound of her heels made him prop his shoulder and make him raise himself up, resting on his elbows, but on his back. His lava lamp by his bed was behind him so the person could not see his face but he saw hers and even though he was deeply under the influence, he knew that she was in a worse situation because she was staggering too much and laughing. With the way she staggered, he wondered how she did not fall because her shoes looked really high.
Is she a stripper? Did those douchebags send me a stripper? He thought, but as he watched her carefully, he noticed that she was looking for the bathroom, so he went to help her.
...
As he went back to lie on his bed, he hoped she would not throw up in there and mess up his bathroom. He listened but didn't hear her throw up but he heard her come out of the bathroom.
"Ugh! this shoe is something else!" Beverly nagged. She looked over at him, his body was still on his bed, she couldn't figure out if he was asleep or not but she walked to him and sat on the bed beside him. Next, she felt the urge to watch him so she leaned and just watched him. His face was still, his eyes were closed, and the red light from the lava lamp on his bed stand that was reflecting on his face just enhanced his good features; his entire face.
"My God! you look like a fucking god! I don't get it, is this party just swimming with hotties? Ugh! look at those lips!" She did not know she had said that out loud, and while her face was close to his.
She was about to trail her fingers on his lips when he said, "Wanna taste them?"
She was startled.
Then he slowly opened his eyes and said, "Why did you come in here?"
"Uh..." She trailed off as his eyes trailed off her face, downwards, then back to her eyes and held their gaze for some seconds.
"You shouldn't be in here" he finally said.
"I'm sorry, I really didn't know that this room was off—"
"Can you read?"
She couldn't understand why he'd ask her that question but she nodded and said, "Why? do you want me to read you a book? In case you haven't noticed, I'm high as fuck."
He tried to study her face but it was hard to do so while still that high so he said, "I'm protecting you from myself"
"Why? Are you a serial killer?"
"Worse. Girls cannot resist me."
She chuckled, leaned closer and whispered, "Why is that? Is it because you're too hot?"
"It's not what I am, it's what I do. Listen, when I'm sobered up, I'm irresistible, but when I'm the way I am right now, you might not leave the way you came." Still laying on the bed, he raised his hand and held her face, then gently caressed her lips with his thumb.
She enjoyed his touch and decided to take it up a notch by biting her lips slowly in an attempted seduction way, "Why don't you show me?"
He scoffed and softly said, "You're not my type."
If Beverly was not high, she would have felt insecure. All night, she had felt like a sexy goddess but being told by this man was hurtful. She could barely feel hurt, if anything, she felt like making him eat his words and she was happy to try. "What if I make you eat those words?"
He chuckled and said, "Sweetie, there's nothing you want to do that hasn't been done, but more importantly, I didn't say you—"
"How about this" She pushed herself towards him and kissed him. He didn't kiss her back till she gently broke off and murmured, "It's okay, you can kiss me." When he didn't, she started to move downwards but he stopped her before she got to his zipper.
"Hold on tiger, I have a better idea" He held her face and pulled her up and in for a kiss. It was a slow and deep kiss. As their tongues met and played with each other, he ran his hand in a trail down her body.
As soon as their kiss got deeper, he sat up and tried to make her sit on his thigh. However, her skirt was too tight and made the process harder so she tugged on it. She continued tugging on it for what seemed like a minute before he offered to help her out. As soon as her skirt dropped on the floor, he raised a brow at her choice of panties.
He could tell that Beverly was a decent girl because no girl coming to a party and expecting any action from any guy would wear a panties that unattractive.
So he decided that they'd just make out and do "top stuff".
He slowly pulled her on top of him and then they started kissing again. It wasn't long till his hands were on her waist, he tried not to move them lower than that, instead he ran them up and down her back.
She thought he was holding back so she guided him to caress her butt, she broke out of their kiss, nodded and said, "It's okay, you can touch me there."
He smirked and asked, "Do you think I'm scared of touching you?"
She smiled, "Yes. I think so."
"You know, you have such confidence in yourself. For someone who is innocent, I don't think you should be challenging me."
"Don't you like a challenge?"
"I do, but from someone I consider my type."
"Well, she's not gonna walk in here anytime soon. I'm here and I want you."
"You're daring, that's a plus" he kissed her neck, then deepened it as he made her look up and arch her back. He supported her new form by supporting her neck and the middle of back. She held the back of his head and let out a little moan.
He moved his head downwards and before he made a move, he looked at her shut eyes and smirked, then he gently freed her boobs that were begging to be freed from the tight leather top she was wearing. Faced with them, he took each in his mouth and took his time on each of them. That was the most passion she had felt in a long time so she let out series of moans. Her moans were like music to his ears and they made him want to take more. She was not his type because he didn't like decent girls but he decided to try something new.
Soon, all their clothes were all over the place and she was wetter than the Niles. She went down on him and was ready to bring him the same amount of pleasure he brought to her. When she heard his take a deep breath that came out as a satisfied moan, she saw the change on his face when he pulled her back up and pinned her on his bed. He didn't do anything yet, he watched her, then he said, "Are you sure you want this?".
She smiled and said, "Yes, I'm ready"
Immediately he went in, she let out a gasp and closed her eyes.
This party is definitely worth it! She thought and allowed the euphoric feeling engulf her with each thrust from him.