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p e y t o n

I ran a brush through my hair and sighed as I looked at what I was wearing. A tight red dress and gold pumps. I looked like a stripper. An amateur stripper, but one none the less.
"Peyton! We need to go! Evan is outside!" My roommate, Jocelyn, exclaimed. I rolled my eyes and let my hair fall in whatever curls they wanted to.
"I'm ready!" I said grabbing my purse and walking out of my bathroom.
"Look whose looking hot tonight." Jocelyn complimented. I flipped my hair over my shoulder and posed. She laughed and did the same.
"Beautiful, it's a wonder why I'm single." I teased.
"Well, tonight just worry about getting laid. If you can't, come home but I know you can so do it." She commanded. I saluted her and walked out the door to Evan's car. I got into the back and put my purse down. Jocelyn slid into the front and basically threw herself at him. I sighed and looked at my phone which I knew had no texts.
"Hey, look, I was woken up from a great sex dream to come to the club with you two horny ass children. So either we go now or I'm going inside to watch Endless Love and drink wine." I said. Jocelyn slid back into her seat and Evan started the car driving down the road.
"You look beautiful, Peyton." Evan complimented from the rearview mirror.
"Save your compliments for the morning." I said winking at him. He chuckled and shook his head.
"Oh, how I love your best friend." Evan said to Jocelyn. She looked at me and smiled.
"Same." She replied turning around to do her makeup.

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The club was actually really fun. I drank a good amount and danced with cute guys. There was a familiar looking blonde sitting at the bar looking at me. I walked up to him sitting a stool away from him.
"What can I get you?" The bartender asked him.
"I'll have a scotch and my lady friend there would like a strawberry vodka soda." He said. The bartender nodded and went to work.
"You didn't have to do that." I said turning to face him.
"I wanted to." He shrugged finishing off his last drink.
"Have we met before?" I asked swearing I knew who he was.
"Not that I know of. I'd remember such a pretty face." He said smirking.
"Charming." I said running a hand through my hair.
"I've been told." He said.
"So, I'm guessing I'm your type. I mean I've seen you talking to five other girls before me and all of which weren't up to par. I noticed a blonde and a red head but never a brunette. Except me of course." I said rolling my eyes.
"Observant. I do admit I was looking for a venture for the night." He said. The bartender set our drinks down and walked to help someone else.
"Well, your in luck, so was I." I said sipping my drink. I knew I was intoxicated because otherwise I'd never be so promiscuous.
"You don't seem like the girl for sexual ventures." He observed.
"And what if I am?" I asked as I cocked an eyebrow. He stood up and walked closer to me. Pressing his mouth to my ear.
"You aren't." He whispered, his hot breath making my own hitch. He looked down at me amused. He bent his head down rubbing his nose against my own before pressing his lips to mine. It was soft and gentle and I wasn't drunk enough not to feel his body tensing on my own. His lips left mine and he smiled.
"Fine, let's go." He said walking out of the club.

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I moaned as the familiar looking man kissed my neck and edged my dress off. My fingers worked on his belt and shirt. My hands moved around his waist untucking his shirt from his pants. His hands worked up my thigh slowly making me curse out.
"God!" I said as his fingers were inside me making my core throb. His lips trailed down my stomach leaving marks everywhere he was. He swiftly snaked his fingers around my underwear and pulling them down and on to the floor. His lips kissed my waist before his tongue swiped over and went inside. My toes curled and I was in the most blissful sexual place I'd ever been. I sat up with whatever courage I had and pressed my lips to his neck trailing my hand down his chest and to his length. I palmed in slowly until he was groaning and his profanities were strewn together as he said them. My lips were on his moving in sync as he thrust inside me softly. I was almost at my high anyways and just being underneath him letting him take me like this just made the situation more real. Regardless of the fact that vanilla sex was all I'd ever had and that this stranger had figured me out in seconds and learned every sexual weakness I probably had. I knew that in the morning I would have proven him wrong with my sexual ventures.

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In the morning I smelled like mint. Mint? I looked around the room and the walls were black. My room was turquoise. Satin sheets were strewn over my body. Yeah, these were not mine. I looked to my other side and saw a blonde haired man sleeping peacefully next to me. He was cute while he was sleeping. I slid to the floor quietly and took the first piece of clothing I could find and wrapped it around me.
"Oh, you're still here?" I heard a groggy voice say. I turned around slowly.
"Hi, I'm Peyton Andrews we had sex last night." Smooth Peyton, real smooth.
"I know, I was there." He replied laying back on his bed.
"Okay, so if you'd be so kind as to tell me where my clothes are so I can let you continue whatever you do after you have sex with people, I'd be really grateful." I said.
"Here, I'll help you look. Are you hungry?" He asks.
"Am I- um, I kinda just want to go home." I said honestly. He nodded.
"I'll tell Velma to make us some French toast and bacon. You are okay with bacon?" He asked getting out of his bed. I nodded slowly and sighed. He turns to me and stretches exposing his very defined v-line and entrancing me once again. Oh God.

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A||N
It's going to get better trust me

*unedited