Losing Grip

CONNOR 10:30 PM

I have this terrible feeling. I don’t quite know how to place it. Why won’t the car fucking start? I have an old 1998 Honda Civic that's been giving me trouble. Isabel was right. She kept saying I should get a new car. I hit the steering wheel and it beeps loudly. Damn it.

ISABELLE 10:30 PM

It’s freezing. My nipples are hard. I hope he doesn’t think my boobs look weird. What am I even thinking? I have a boyfriend…

I feel the weight of them sway as I climb the wall. My breasts pushed up against the cold wall. I can feel Harvey’s eyes on me. Those blue eyes. I should pack up and head home. I am freaking drunk as hell. But this is fun. I haven’t had this much of a silly odd adventure in a while.

All Connor likes to do is watch Game of Thrones and eat cheetos. Some Friday night…

HARVEY 10:30 PM

Damn she looks fine. I want to rip the rest of her clothes off. Make her my mine. I heard around that her boyfriend doesn’t even climb. Her own boyfriend is weak. I want to fuck her so good that she will forget about him. He probably has a tiny dick – that’s why she is topless in a gym with me. Her tits are fucking hot.

We were starting to climb some harder walls. Ones that were beyond our abilities. She slipped and fell. I rushed to catch her.

ISABELLE 10:45 PM

I spend as much time away from Harvey as possible. He was drawing me in like a magnet. He was such a smooth talker. Me, topless, talking to Harvey – I’d rather drown. He is too much of a model-player type. So I climbed.

My boyfriend is sweet and cute. He is a romantic. I love him. So much. I climb and I can’t stop thinking about it. I miss my hand grip at the top and fall.

I flinch. But Harvey catches me. Eyes meeting. His large manly hands wrapped around me. Holding me. Muscles. I need to get out. But…

We end up kissing. He leans in and I do too. It isn’t a romantic kiss. It’s a savage one. His hands are groping my breasts. Massaging them. A hand on my ass. This isn’t romantic. But I can’t stop…