Mia

"Mia, get the fuck up here!" was out of your mouth before you could actually think. Shit! All eyes were on you and you'd just publicly asked the most popular girl in your year to partner you in beer pong.

The wicked smile that cracked across her face though, is another of those many images you will probably never forget.

"All fucking right, Elliott! Let's take these losers down!" She handed the two drinks she seemed to currently be consuming to Kaitlyn and joined you- her black PVC trousers looked sprayed on and her embroidered top just hung off her perfectly pert teenage tits.

You high fived and got ready for the game. Courtney was shite at this. Whilst a good runner, she seemed hopeless at hand-eye coordination and you lived a charmed life, only having to down one cup of what was either gin or very shit vodka--you couldn't be sure.

Curtis, however was (as with any game/sport) super accurate and Mia had to down at least two cups of what was probably tequila and two with some kind of white wine in.

You managed to get Courtney to drink a whiskey and a schnapps whilst Curtis only had a single lager to down.

They hammered you and your partner was definitely hammered!

The forfeit shot you decided to down as Mia seemed to be physically swaying and as the game moved on to two more couples, you and Mia collapsed onto one of Millie's sofas in the conservatory.

It was dark and freezing in there so you tugged a thick blanket over you both and flicked on a little electric heater.

You talked about school and about the Belgium trip, you told her about Courtney and breaking up. She told you about the pressure her folks put on her and how dating just utterly hadn't happened for her. You were buzzed. The party was going on the other side of the double-glazed doors but seemed muffled. A humming rang in your ears from the music all night and you remembered this as you looked into Mia's turquoise eyes.

They say the pupils dilate when you're attracted to someone but hers literally did as you looked at each other silently that night. You can't remember ever witnessing that other than with Mia at Millie's Xmas party.

The next thing you remember is massaging her feet as you kissed; her lips were really glossy and her toes were cold in your fingers. She tasted of Sauvignon Blanc but to you it was just white wine. Really neither of you could have described why you were kissing but it was nearly Christmas and you'd had a good time together.. Sometimes that's okay.

Looking back, you'd allowed Courtney to move on because you really liked Lily so you should have felt guilty about Mia but at the time it honestly felt like a natural and inevitable progression of the evening. Even when your had was up her top and her fleshy nipple hardened between your fingers... Even when her palm stroked your hard cock through your jeans.

But there was a knock at the window that disturbed you. Your conscience called.

As you both breathed heavily into one another's mouths there seemed a clear choice:

Return to the party or take Mia upstairs...