“Scotch, buttercup, neat,” I admit and she coughs again, choking, “That was disgusting,” making me chuckle before dizziness takes me again and I blink several times.
Laughter echoes behind me, cheers and moans that begin to sound distant and Clark coughs yet again, gaining my attention and I frown.
“You alright?” I ask with concern and she shakes her head as she stumbles to stand.
I quickly follow but nearly topple into her causing her to grab me and my skin tingles, suddenly feeling warm and my cock hardens then everything blurs, like time disappears…
Clark – Age Nineteen
My head thumping arouses me as the need to vomit hits me hard, and I squeeze my eyes tight, my body feeling off kilter,memories not coming to me.
What happened?
I try to move, but go slowly with how my stomach tightens, but I freeze, feeling an arm wrapped around me. My eyes spring open, but flinch at the sharp light and quickly squeeze them shut again as my mouth waters.
My heart pounds, and fear rushes through me, feeling the warm body behind me, and despite the tingles, I tremble and try to move again, only for the arm to tighten on my stomach, the action causing bile to rise, and I groan.
Oh god I’m going to throw up.
“What the…” a voice behind me chokes, and the arm is instantly gone, and I quickly sit up, but grab hold of my head as everything spins.
I can feel my heartbeat in my head, and I try to move my legs, but I wince at the pain, and I choke back a sob, feeling the wetness along with a throbbing pain.
My virginity...
What happened?
I-I can’t, I mean…
What?
“Clark?!” Trick chokes, and I move to the edge of the bed, feeling cold air on my chest, but I don’t pay any mind, the feeling of passing out consumes me.
“I don’t… Trick, I think I’m going to be sick,” I croak.
“Fuck,” he curses just as I lurch forward and throw up, and everything from the last night that I ate comes out, making me cough and choke.
With each heave, the more I struggle to breathe, the more my head spins and throbs, and I hear Trick snap, “Crash, I need you in my room fucking now,” before he groans, “Fuck my head…”
I heave again, and dizziness hits me hard, my heart pounding so hard I’m scared it’s going to tear from my chest.
I don’t, I can’t…
“Here, buttercup,” Trick chokes before I feel a cloth being wiped over my mouth, then fabric being pulled over my head.
He helps me put my arms through the holes, and I quickly grip his arms as I squeeze my arms tight and ask breathlessly, “What happened?”
He cups my cheek, and I flinch as we lock eyes, pain and confusion swimming in his eyes as his eyes keep darting to the bed and a look I can’t decipher crosses his face.
“I don’t know, buttercup,” he admits quietly, just as we hear, “What the actual fuck?!” shouted, and I physically flinch before I gag again, then heave, and Trick quickly moves out of the way and grabs my hair as more bile comes up.
“Fuck, Clark!” I hear my dad growl, and I heave again.
Trick leans over me, pleading, “Breathe for me, buttercup,” but I can’t, breathing is becoming difficult and comes out in labored breaths.
“I need a fucking explanation right now before I shoot you, brother,” my brother snaps and I look up just to see him aiming a gun at his best friend’s head.
“I can’t give you one,” Trick snaps back not caring about the gun, and he explains, “One minute I’m laughing because she was coughing on my scotch after downing more than half the glass after your admission about that fucker. Then I wake up with us both naked in my bed!”
