I had dragged him through the house, not caring who'd seen us holding hands. When I'd finally stopped, we were in the bathroom alone and sweaty from dancing. Keeping him pressed against myself I shoved his back against the door, using his body to shut it. My thoughts raced with explicit images of him naked. The things he'd do, the things I wanted to do to him.
Louis' eyes went wide at my sudden domination. I watched as a smirk formed upon his lips. He leaned in close to me, slowly, and my breath caught in my throat. The movement of his lips so close to mine drove me crazy. His sweet, hot breath all over my face. Finally, he brushed his lips against mine. When he pulled away, I practically whimpered. He looked down, admiring my dress and the way it hugged to my body.
Louis' right hand ran down my side, over my waist, and to the back of my knee. He pulled my leg up and hooked it around his waist. My dress was short, and this caused the bottom of my ass to show, but I was too drunk to care. I leaned back, staring at his torso. His body was sweaty from the dancing, and it made the t-shirt he was wearing form to the outline of his abs. I wanted desperately to rip the shirt off his body.
I couldn't take it anymore. I leaned up and kissed his soft lips. I could feel his erection begin as he rocked into me. He leaned down even further, and kissed me, slipping his tongue between my lips. Louis pressed his body even harder against mine, twirling his tongue and deepening the kiss.
I felt his hands make their way down my sides. I whimpered when I felt his large hands make their way down to my ass. I kissed him deeper as he maneuvered my dress up, exposing my naked bottom. His erection now throbbing through his jeans. He grabbed my bottom in both of his hands, lifting me up higher. I moaned into his mouth, and pulled away, unwrapping my leg from his waist and reaching for the zipper on his jeans.
"Whoa, Tarin. No." Louis looked down, grabbing my wrists lightly. His eyes got big and he attempted to back away from me but he couldn't go anywhere — I had him pinned up against the door.
I whimpered, a moment of desperation, "Louis," I said as I leaned in to kiss him again, hurt. We'd been dancing and he was touching me. He wanted this. I know he wanted this just as badly as I did. Why wouldn't he kiss me? All I wanted was to kiss him and enjoy the feeling of his skin against mine . . . I thought he wanted this . . . wanted me . . .
He pulled away, "Tarin, you're really drunk. We can't do this." He said sadly. My mouth drops open and he raises his hands in defence, "I can't do this when you're drunk, I don't exactly think you can consent to this in your state . . ."
The shame and regret washes over me as I feel the sting of rejection. "Well, fine then," I spit. I had wanted him, and he should've taken me. I hiked my dress down so I could leave the bathroom. I'd never felt more embarrassed in my life. I'd just thrown myself at him desperately and he rejected me.
I stormed out of the bathroom, leaving Louis stunned. He'd used me. I was drunk and he took advantage of me. I ran outside, yelling at Camile, "Take me home Camile, now."
Camile stood shocked before me, "uh yeah. Is everything alright?"
I really didn't want to explain this to her. She'd call me a slut and say I was stupid for getting so drunk. All I'd wanted to do was let loose. "Yeah I just threw up everywhere and I'm really not feeling well," I lie.
She covered her mouth in disgust, "Oh boy. Okay, get in the car. No throwing up in my car. I'll kill you."
Camile drove me home in silence, letting me bathe in my own shame and guilt. I appreciated the silence but at the same time I wanted to scream at her. Scream about how much I hated Louis right now, and more importantly how much I hated myself.