Black N Blue (CURRENTLY EDITING)

Chapter 3

Courtney seemed to have adjusted to the "American Life," She already had established her group of friends, and they were all gather together outside. I waved awkwardly at her and she enthusiastically motioned me towards her. I stood next to her, familiar with her new peers and we greeted each other respectfully. "What's up?" She asked me, her red hair was out and brushed nicely across her face. I pressed my lips together, confused on why I really wanted to be around her at the moment. "i got bored..." I said lying forcing a nervous smile. "Oh well, we were all about to go get ready for a party one of the seniors is throwing. Wanna join?" her eyes showed hope and I happily obliged.

I never really go out to parties, even in my three years of attending this college. I dressed in skinny jeans and a half shirt, to reveal my toned stomach  and my belly button piercing I snuck and got at age 16. My converse which were black, completed my outfit. The party was loud, music blared and it smelt of, alchohol, marijuana, and lust. Courtney grabbed my hand, leading me to the bar. "Do you drink in France?" I asked ignorantly. "Of course, we're from a different country-not world." She picked up a drink, and handed me one. She gulped hers down within seconds before saying, "I'm going to go dance, join me if you want." She left me to the beginning my soon to be alchohol issue. The bartender was handing me drinks left and right and shit who was I to deny it? Why did I even agree to come to this party? Oh yeah, to forget about the guy I was now making eye contact with. I groaned and sipped on my substance. He had some girl dancing on him, actually grinding on him. But she looked familiar. All too familiar. It was Jessica! My eyes fluttered in surprise and I grabbed another drink, trying to erase the memory from my head. As I went for my 9th cup, my friend Brittany came over to me. She has blonde hair, stood at 5'6, and has tattoos covering her arms. "Woah, there tiger. I didnt expect to see Eleanor Mupenda at a party!" She said, sipping on my drink. "Me either." My eyes following my drink. "How many have you had?" She asked, holding my drink out of reach from me. "That would be my 4th," I said, she was lucky I could hold the hell out of my liquor. "You wanna dance?" She asked. Before nodding hazily, she grabbed my hand, ledding me towards a group, the music made my ears hurt, and suddenly i felt hands on my waist, this guy was pressed up close. Oh why the Hell not? I danced on him slowly, and he moved my hair to the side. "What's your name beautiful?" I think I said Ellie, or Smelly. I dont know. As I turned around to ask his someone yelled. "BODY SHOTS" Everyone cheered and agreed, and everyone began layind down. The boy picked me up slightly laying me down on a table. A group surrounded me and began cahnting my name. I covered my face embaressed, but was busting out into laughter.  Cold liquid landed on my tummy. I felt a mouth and it was a strange feeling. I opened my eyes and saw Anthony across from me frowning. He looked mad. I wobbled over to him. "Are you mad?" My voice sounding delicite. "So random people can lick your stomach but I cant touch you at all? American girls..." He scoffed and turned away. He looked funny when he rolled his eyes. I giggled. "You just swerved me! Where I'm from that's very disrespectful." I said grabbing his arms and putting them around me. He looked at me, glaring, his forehead on mine. "ne me tester." He whispered, his voice low. "Dont test you? Why not?" I smiled wearily, grabbing the collar of his shirt, pulling him close. He inhaled shrarply, moving closer to me. His hand went to my bare stomach, touching my belly button ring. "Sexy..." he muttered, and I flinched at his touch. He was teasing me now, and I was feeding into the urge to kiss him. "Let me..." his voice trailed off, and I noticed we were backing up into the  couch. "Taste..." he said adding...as if the words pained him. Feeling my sexual desire take over me. "You'll regret it. If I touch you...you wont want me to stop." He insisted. My knees gave in, I didnt want him to stop. "Now," I demanded, breathing lightly, his finger traced against my bottom lip, damn why was he so sexy? His blue eyes burned back into mine and his hair was matted ently to his head. His forehead was on mine, and my tongue slipped out his mouth and gently brushed across both of my lips. I shuddered my mouth opening lsightly to invite him in. "Patience...." He whispered, hia accent clearly being used. He did it again and my lip quivered. I needed him to kiss me. He took my bottom lip in his and sucked. I moaned, which surprised me more than him. I grabbed his face, and finally brought my lips to kiss. The kiss was rough filled with ciroc. His lips molded perfectly with mine. His tongued massaged mine...over...and...over and over. My hands grazed his hair clutching him closer to me. His hands wandered around my hips, pushing me down on top him. He felst do good, I gently bit his lip, pulling his hair tighter to me and he groaned and pushed down on top of me. If anyone noticed, I wouldnt have cared. He deepened the kiss, lifting my hips  up to meet his slowly, grinding between me. Oh sweet Shit. He gripped my hair, pulling my head to reveal my neck to him, his tongued and mouth devoured both sides, sucking and biting. I hissed through my teeth, meeting his hips with his soft agonizing grind. "You like that ma petite fille mechante?" He spoke the words gently into my ear, grazing my earlobe with his teeth. I nodded and replied with a soft groad. "More," I begged, kissing his lips again. When I said that, he deepened his grind. I shook my head. "no..more " My voice more rushed. He grinned at me. "You really shouldnt have said that," He mumbled, bringing me to my feet.

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Should I put a French-English Key at the end of each chapter to translate? Vote, read, comment please.

Also chapter 4. is very......nasty lol and you can only read it if youre my "Fan" or whatever on wattpad. so If you want juicy details, FAN ME BABIES