"Here you are, dormouse. This will make it all better, I promise," Crispin said, handing her an ornate goblet, filled to the rim with dark red wine.
"Easy there, Crisp. She's only little," Dorian chuckled as he got ready to go out.
"So what? It's not like she's driving anywhere tonight," Crispin encouraged with a smile when Becky put the soothing liquid to her mouth and sipped.
Since it was the start of Christmas break, Becky had declared that very evening, that she wanted to find out what being drunk was all about. She was in university after all!
Crispin was more than willing to help her out, pouring her glass after glass of wine.
"Say hello to Christmas tree girl for me," Becky said, winking at Dorian.
"You can tell her yourself later," he said as he picked up his car keys and left.
Stepping into the kitchen, Kell could only shake his head. "Getting my girl tipsy, are you?" Picking her up, he then placed her on the kitchen counter. She looked so helpless and cute, teetering about the place, goblet in hand, trying very hard to appear worldly and sophisticated.
"Ah, why not? She may as well get drunk where she's nice and safe, eh?" Crispin said with a wicked smile and a wink as he walked away into the living room.
"Easy now," Kelley said, watching her take a great big gulp of wine.
"Kelley... it's Christmastime," she sputtered with a sloppy smile. "I'm allowed."
"Only because it's your first time," he chuckled indulgently. "Feel free to go nuts, but just don't make it a habit."
"Can I go nuts on you?" she said, placing the goblet down and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Why, you sexy little minx..." he said, dragging her butt closer to him, prying her lips open with his tongue. She tasted lovely with the wine lingering on her breath. He offered her another sip, then quickly claimed her lips, drinking from her, his tongue, circling, exploring her mouth.
The man was pleasure personified. He could do no wrong as far as Becky was concerned. In fact, everything he did was incredibly hot. She couldn't help but dig her fingers into his back. "Kelley... please..." she begged, squeezing her thighs around his slim hips, desperately seeking that lovely friction that she'd gotten accustomed to.
"Sh... " he breathed huskily as he slipped his hand down the back of her pants, sliding his fingers between her cheeks, delving closer and closer to the source of her discomfort. "How about a little finger fucking, eh?" he whispered, glancing furtively over his shoulder to make sure the coast was clear. "Will that help you out?"
"Yes..."
"You got it, love," he said as he circled his fingers, once, twice around that quivering little nub of pleasure, before sinking his middle finger deep within her tight little channel. He couldn't help but want to go deeper, she felt so good, so warm.
"Uh huh..." she cried, stifling her voice into his shoulder, her fingers fisting around his hair.
"Fuck me, Becky. You feel amazing," he groaned. "So tight, so fucking sexy. Baby, I want to fill you up so badly." Not resisting, he inserted a second digit. Kell glanced at her often to make sure she was okay. From the looks of her, he quickly surmised that she was just fine. She was practically riding his hand, writhing in ecstasy.
He nearly came apart right there, just from the look on her beautiful, but inebriated face. He should feel guilty, but he could care less at that moment. What mattered most was the feel of her shuddering against his hand. Her heavenly moisture pooled around his fingers, wetter than anything he'd ever experienced, so much so that he couldn't help but wonder...
"Oh, Becky, my God, what have I done?" he gasped when he withdrew his fingers and inspected his hand. Blood... her blood was all over his hand. "No, say it isn't so."
"What's the matter, Kelley?" she slurred, completely unaware of anything other than the fact that she felt wonderfully weightless.
Distraught and guilt-ridden, Kelley panicked. He couldn't tell her what he'd just done, that he'd robbed her of her virginity with his hand on the kitchen counter of all places, with Crispin just down the hall no less.
She was obviously under the influence of the wine, and he'd taken advantage of her. God, how could he have done such a thing? Oh, the guilt! She trusted him!
Quickly rinsing the evidence away in the sink, he grabbed her around her behind and carried her upstairs. "Oh, I love you, Kelley," she murmured, resting her head on his shoulder, feeling all warm and fuzzy.
"Ugh... Becky, I don't deserve... I'm so..."
Tenderly tucking her in under the sheets, he watched and waited until she fell asleep. He then stealthily undressed her, carefully wiping away all evidence of what he'd done. Taking one of his shirts, he gently put it on her.
"You take such good care of me," she sighed languidly.
"Sleep, love. Get your rest," he said, stroking her cheek until she relaxed and fell back asleep.
Wrestling with his conscience, Kelley agonized over how he was going to tell her what he'd done. Unable to stand his own company, he quietly let himself out of his room and closed the door behind him.
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"What the hell happened to you?" Crispin asked, watching Kell skulk into the living room and slump into his chair.
"I don't want to talk about it..." Kell grumbled with his hands up over his eyes.
"Right then, see you both tomorrow. Goodnight," Keegan said, getting up and walking away, not having the attention span to deal with the obvious drama that was about to unfold.
The two pensive Goths sat in silence for a few moments before the front door opened. Dorian's voice along with a feminine giggle jarred them out of their preoccupations. "Heather, let me introduce you to my housemates," Dorian said, proudly presenting his very pretty, blonde haired friend.
"Hello," she said, hesitantly wiggling her fingers at the two brooding Goths.
"Hey..." Kell grunted, still so lost in his thoughts.
"Hi there, sweetling," Crispin said with a raised eyebrow, looking from the perky little blonde to Dorian. Another mundane looking for a thrill, he quickly surmised. "Got any friends for me?" he all but hissed.
"Um..." she frowned, looking to Dorian for reassurance.
"Fuck you, Crispin. Be nice," Dorian scoffed, making light of the situation. "Don't mind him, he's just jealous."
"Yeah, that's it," Crispin said with a roll of his eyes.
"Hey, where's Becky?" Dorian asked, looking around, hoping to introduce her to Heather. She'd get a kick out of knowing that he'd finally gotten up the nerve to approach the girl in the Santa hat. It had taken some rather intensive flirting and a lot of convincing, but the shy girl eventually agreed to come with him.
"Sleeping..." Kelley muttered.
"Oh, that sucks, I thought we were going to all stay up and party," he shrugged, glancing apologetically at Heather. He was pretty sure that she had only agreed to come over because she was expecting another girl to be around. As it was, she looked like she was about ready to bolt. One Steampunk was challenging enough to be around, let alone two more sulking Goths.
"Come along, sweetheart. Why don't we go get you something to drink?" Dorian suggested, taking Heather into the kitchen by the hand.
"Okay..." she said, eager to get away from his two intimidating housemates. "Umm... I don't know if this is such a good idea," she said, hesitating as Dorian poured her a glass of wine.
Unable to sit any longer, Kell got up and followed them on his way into the backyard. "Best to listen to your instincts," he grumbled, overhearing her as he passed on his way out the back door.
"What the fuck, man?" Dorian frowned, noticing Heather startle. "Crispin, what's up with him now?"
"How the fuck should I know," Crispin said, pouring himself another glass of wine before following Kelley into the backyard.
"Aw... come here, sweetheart. You're all right," Dorian said, wincing at the look of doubt that came over Heather's face as her smile turned to a frown. God, what had he been thinking, bringing a nice girl like her back here?
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"Right then, out with it," Crispin demanded, sitting with Kell in the garage. "Go on. What did you do?"
"I fucked up," Kell groaned with his head in his hands.
"That much I can tell," Crispin snickered. "Oh, come on, Kell, what could be so bad? Did you snap her in half?" He pretty much guessed something had gone terribly wrong between the time he left the kitchen and Kell joining him in the living room. "Kell, am I going to have to kick your ass?"
Before he could stop himself, Kelley confessed the whole sordid incident. After a few moments of silence, and being on the receiving end of Crispin's scowl, he couldn't stand it anymore. "Well, say something!" he shouted when Crispin didn't respond.
"Seriously, what the fuck am I supposed to say to that?" Crispin said aghast. "Lord, she would have been better off with me. At least, I would have waited until she wasn't drunk."
"Shut the fuck, man. I feel awful as it is."
"And so you should!" Crispin scoffed, glaring at Kelley.
"What am I going to tell her?" Kell said.
"Nothing! You tell her nothing. Hopefully she won't even remember," Crispin said, shaking his head, disgusted.
"The worst part is..."
"It gets worse?" Crispin balked. "The girl gets drunk for the first time in her life, you take advantage of her, rob her of her virginity like an animal, and it still gets worse?" he gasped incredulously.
"Ah, man, I had this whole romantic weekend getaway planned. I was going to do everything right."
"Well, fuck... forgive me if I don't give a shit what you had planned! Just you fix this or I will."
"What the hell does that even mean?" Kell frowned.
"It means, I'll take her for myself! I'll give her a night she won't ever forget, an experience she deserves! Not just a cheap thrill up on the kitchen counter, for Pete's sake!"
"You stay away from Becky!" Kell shouted, lunging at Crispin.
"Fuck you, too," Crispin hissed, quickly dodging Kell's half-hearted attack. "Pathetic." Shaking his head, Crispin left the garage without another word.
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House of Goths Copyright © 2014 by Maria Bernard ISBN: 978-0-9938067-3-5
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