party time

You were lucky he didn't text you anymore and you nearly forget about the incidences before until the night of the party. You were in the shower washing imagining the girls you'd meet at the party and hope to get laid.

You start stroking your cock imagining the sexy sluts you could bang, maybe you could score with jessica, the head cheerleader with massive tits. You stroke faster imagining her giving you a boob job, god how you wanna fuck her fat tits, when suddenly tom pops into your mind and the kiss you shared just as you cum all over the shower wall.

"Fuck!" you yell before taking the shower nozzle and hosing your cum off the wall.

You dressed in jeans and a black tank top with a panic! at the disco band logo on the chest and a denim jacket. You said goodbye to your parents and promised you wouldn't drink and drove to the party.

You chatted up some girls at the party while having a few drinks with them they seemed a little standoffish and you sadly havent even seen jessica. Then you noticed him across the party, the crowd seemed to part like some weird romance movie [romance movie? where'd that come from] you think. You didn't realize you were staring at him for nearly five minutes until your bladder broke the spell.

You made your way upstairs where you were told the bathrooms were when you tripped on the top step. Lucky some strong hands reached out and caught you from behind. "Whoa there, we wouldn't want to mess up that pretty face now would we?" you hear the hands asks, or maybe it was their owner. The hands and the voice helped you up the last step holding you around your waist, in your drunken haze it seemed like a good idea. Reaching the top of the stairs you turned around and saw him again, tom.

"T-thank you." you blush.

"N-no problem." he teased causing you to blush even deeper. "You look cute when you blush." he says, your face felt like it was on fire. "I saw you staring at me while you were chatting with your girlfriends."

"Girls..." god your mind was clouded, whatever they were serving certainly snuck up on you.

"Yeah they can be real chatty, who needs them right?"

"Yeah" you slurred, who needs those bitches. They were giving you nothing anyway.

"I need..." you try to say, god it feels like your brain is mush.

"What do you need cutie?"

"b-bathroom." you finally manage.

He smiles at you and takes you to a room off the hallway holding your hand. It made sense, after all you dont know where you're going and you cant really walk. Finally you found an empty bedroom. "No." you slurred "Bathroom."

He opens a door in the bedroom revealing a bathroom. "Right here cutie." when you sober up you really need to ask him to stop calling you cutie.

"Can you handle it or do you need more help?" he asks