Chapter one

  

Ava looked around at the scene of her cousin's birthday party, apparently flustered but still holding her seat. The private hall was filled with balloons, confetti and dancing people. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as their sweaty smells reached her. The drunk people swayed dangerously close and she shifted uncomfortably. This was her first real party, a chance to lose that virginity baggage, as her cousin Mia had said.

Dammit, where was Mia when you needed her? Ava stood up and scanned the room with her eyes, looking for the tall slender frame of her cousin. She was ready to bolt out of the room, and if not for the fact that it was her cousin's birthday, she might have done just that. She found Mia walking towards her with a tray full of swirling drinks and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mia, thank God!" She said, swerving as a drunk couple moved towards her "Where the heck have you been?"

"Chill, Aves." Her cousin said and held up the tray "I went to get us some drinks."

"Jeez, I can't stand these people here!" She complained and randomly grabbed one of the tall glasses of drinks, gulping its content. It tasted weird—the way alcohol should taste, that is, but with a hint of something else—like the chemical taste of drugs. She frowned, putting the empty glass down and said "Does all your party have to be this wild?"

"Yes! What's a party without some wildness? That's what my parties known for. Besides, it's my 25th birthday for a reason." Gigi shrugged and handed her another drink "Here, drink some more."

"No, I really shouldn't. I'm not even old enough to drink." Ava protested.

"How old are you? Twenty? That's old enough for me." Her cousin said. "Come on, are you scared of mummy finding out?" Mia sneered. Ava glared at her cousin and accepted the glass of drink. She took two sips, feeling the drink burn her throat as it went down.

"Jeez! What's in that drink?" She asked, disoriented. The room was beginning to spin in circles and she grabbed her cousin's shoulders to steady herself.

"Just punch and a bit of tequila." Her cousin said "Do you like it?"

"No."  She replied. Her voice seemed to come from a faraway place, like she was standing afar and listening in on this conversation. She squeezed her eyes shut and opened them, hoping to get her bearings as Mia forced another drink into her hands.

"Mia... no. I think I should stop." She murmured "This is a whole lot more than I can bear."

"Oh, stop being a party pooper." Her cousin asserted "Take this last one, you'll feel good, I promise."

She gulped the last glass and an uncontrollable giggle escaped her lips. The images before her eyes were beginning to blur and she was feeling extremely sleepy. This isn't good, she thought. That was the last thought that crossed her mind as she felt her consciousness slip and she hit the floor with a crash.

Ava woke up suddenly. She was vaguely aware of hands feeling their way around her body. The edges of her consciousness were still blurred by the effects of the drinks, and she tried to raise her head but couldn't. She felt like she was being held down by an invisible yet powerful force, and the images before her eyes were still blurry. She let out a tired groan and tried to move her legs but those wouldn't budge too.

She felt someone take off her shoes and she shook her head, trying to get a grip on herself. The invisible hands moved from her feet to the buttons on her dress and she turned, trying to shake off the hands. "Mia..?" She tried to call but her voice was barely more than a pathetic whisper.

Soon she felt the soft satin fabric of her dress slip from her body. Her bra was slowly pulled off and a warm pair of hands cupped her bare breasts. The hands began to knead gently, sensuously. She moaned in pleasure and squirmed, trying to get a stronger hold of her consciousness. The hands moved from her breasts to her nipples, rubbing them in soft, circular motions and she gasped, still reeling from the alcohol.

She felt her panties being pulled down her legs and somewhere in the part of her mind that wasn't dominated by booze, she became frightened. Who was doing this to her?! 

The strange hands gently stroked her crotch and all rational thought left her as a moan of bliss escaped her lips. The fingers moved from the outside and found her clit between the folds of skin, giving her stroke after stroke of pure pleasure. Her back arched as the fingers dipped into her wet pussy, stroking once, twice, thrice as she sighed in pleasure. The hands slid out of her pussy and she whimpered in protest, hearing a muffled groan and the sound of a zipper as if from far away. Soon she felt her knees being jerked upwards and a heavy weight in between her legs. Before she could gather her thoughts together, the weight was deep inside her.

She let out a groan that sounded distant as the weight tore through her virginity. A small stab of pain hit her lower belly but it was gone almost as soon as it came. She began to move involuntarily as the weight continued thrusting and pulling out again and again.

Their tempo increased, her hips moving with his as she clawed at the bedcovers in pleasure. In a matter of minutes, Ava's body started to stiffen and quiver with building climax as the person continued to thrust. What's happening? she thought.

Soon the quivering reached an uncontrollable level and she heard herself scream out in pleasure, a sound that was strange and distant to her ears. The man on top of her began to let out groans of pleasure and she felt a rush of liquid leave her body, climaxing forcefully and gripping the bedcovers.

Ava was still panting, trying to slow her breathing and her thumping heart. Her thoughts were all over the place. Wow… that was astounding. She opened her eyes, or tried to, and winced at the sudden light. Her vision was still blurry, and she tried to raise her head but was suddenly attacked by a splitting headache. She fell back and closed her eyes again, feeling someone shift beside her.

Before she could get her wits together she felt the strong hands turn her around on her face. She tried to cry out in protest but her voice was muffled by the pillows. The hands moved down, lightly touching her waist, her hips, and down her thighs to the back of her knees. With a deft motion the hands pushed her knees up higher, so that her behind was up in the air. 

The weight she'd felt before was back again, between her legs and pressed against her lower back, and the hand traveled up again, over her thighs to her behind. He caressed her butt cheeks slowly, and then skimmed until his fingers came down between her legs. Long fingers began to dip in and out of her pussy, slowly massaging her clitoris till she was dripping wet and ready to go again.

Ava squeezed her eyes shut as the delicious pleasure coursed through her and tried to call out again, but could only release a soft moan. The man leaned down, his weight on her again, and grabbed her hair, holding her head firm.

And slowly he eased into her from behind, taking her slowly, slowly, until he was completely buried in her. Stretching her, delectable and relentless. She groaned loudly into the pillows and tried to raise her head again. The weight felt deeper this time, more pleasurable. Ava groaned again, and he deliberately circled his hips and pulled back, paused for a while, and then eased his way back in. His thrusting and pulling out increased in tempo and he let go of her hair forcefully, muttering fuck! over and over again. 

She heard her butt cheeks slap together, amazed that her body could react like this. She began to tense again and she felt the man's body react the same way. Her body convulsed uncontrollably as she came loudly, screaming in pleasure into the pillows. The man suddenly stiffened and moaned loudly, pouring himself into her as he had his own orgasm. He collapsed on top of her, his face in her hair.

“Damn." he whispered. He pulled out of her immediately and rolled over to the other side, leaving her to her scattered thoughts. She was so tired and drugged that she barely looked at the man on the bed beside her and rolled over too, so that her back was facing him. She sighed peacefully and hugged her legs close to her chest, utterly tired, and fell into a dreamless and exhausted sleep.