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It was their record release party, that night it was. Island had gone out of their selfish little circle and actually provided an amazing night in celebration in the release of Hanson's new CD.
Walking around the mansion you’d find executives, celebrities, friends, family, and beautiful girls. Isaac, Taylor, and Zac were mainly in awe of what they had become.
"From hicks to history," as Taylor had so elegantly put it. He and Isaac were walking around thanking the people who congratulated them every two seconds, while Zac walked around getting drinks from the maids. A sip of vodka here, a chug of wine there--pretty soon he was a tipsy mess. The difference between a normal drunk person and Zac however, was that he usually thought and felt deeper thoughts and emotions when he was drunk, unlike most who just walked around yelling obscenities. He was sitting on a secluded area of the backyard near a fountain, trying to focus on a single object. He kept cursing at himself for only seeing a blurry mess. Frustrated, he absentmindedly pressed a piece of glass down on the inside of his left arm. He closed his eyes and bit his lip at the pain, his head hanging forward, his hair messily falling on his face, his right hand holding a piece of glass... plunging it deeper and deeper into his left arm. The fountainlight shone behind him and made him look lit up. He looked beautiful.
As jabbed the glass deeper, he realized that he kinda liked it.
“What the fuck is wrong with me..” he muttered to no one in particular.
“Nothing is.” he heard a girl's raspy voice reply from behind him.
He forgot his dizzy state and spun around to see where the voice was coming from. Losing his balance he fell on both knees. He didn’t bother getting up.
“Who the fuck are you?” he inquired angrily.
“Shhh..” she responded and sat down in front of him. He focused on her and found a girl with emerald green eyes and jet black hair. Her arms sported dozens of silver bracelets, and her low cut black shirt left little to the imagination. Her hip huggers clung tightly to her waist, and Zac found himself looking at her. He blushed.
“I used to do that too” she told him bluntly and showed him a scar. “It feels so good doesn’t it..” she murmured.
Zac didn’t take his eyes off of her. He simply nodded.
She pulled out a joint and offered him one.
He shook his head “Oh no..I don-“
“Shhhh” she said a second time, cutting him off, “just take it.”
He grabbed the joint and she taught him to inhale. She smiled inwardly; he was a natural.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes”
“Good” she replied in a low voice. She leaned over and brushed her hand against his leg.
“I know something you’d like even more..” she whispered.
He was too dizzy to think straight, too high to protest, too mystified to object. She was beautiful and mysterious; he was weak. Before he knew what was happening her hand was under his shirt and she was rubbing his stomach. He was almost in a trance, his eyes closed, his hand now on top of hers.
She smiled to herself. His stomach slowly began being massaged, and she noticed his face one of pure pleasure.
“Should I stop Zac?” she asked innocently.
“Ye-"
"Yes?" she stopped.
"Oh Godd..No. But I shouldn’t be doin-.” He moaned.
His hand was still on top of hers, slowly moving as if to silently ask her to continue. She began massaging him again, and this time slowly undid the buttons on his jeans. They were tight jeans, God she loved tight jeans on boys. He was starting to make her hot, and this wasn’t the plan. She put her hand inside his jeans and felt around on top of his boxers. She felt him slowly getting harder under her. As she began massaging the outside of his underwear, the girl noticed his face being one of pure pain, pleasure, and fascination as this beautiful girl touched him.
He tried to speak, he tried to scream, he tried to make her stop, but at the same time he needed her to continue or he’d die.
She noticed him squirming in exasperation.. she was going too slow.
Inwardly grinning, the girl stuck her hand inside his boxers, and gripped his penis.
“Ohh my God!” he was in a state of nirvana.
She used her forefinger to rub the head. Then suddenly she leaned down and slowly began teasing his balls with her tongue.
He was grabbing her head and pulling her hair now, unaware of what to do as these spurts of pleasure ran through his body. He tried to scream but nothing came out.
She saw a trickle of blood run down his chin and realize he had bitten his lip all the way through. He began rocking his hips back and forth and the girl knew he was coming soon.
“Please..keep going..” He closed his eyes.
She stopped.
He sharply looked up in inquisition.
She took off her shirt and bra. His eyes widened at the sight of her chest. He was breathing in spurts when she took off her jeans to reveal a black thong.
He leaned over and quickly stuck his hand inside of her in fascination and she nearly screamed in pleasure.
Grinning, she took his hand away from her and positioned herself on top of him.
He was coming to his senses now, and began whimpering as they rocked back and forth. He arched his back and came, slowly crashing into her. She felt him shaking.
“I’m so messed up.”
The tears ran down his cheeks and fell onto her breasts.
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