-WHEN IN ROME-

-PART TWO-

Authors Note/Warning; There will be a scene in here featuring sexual assault and the aftermath of it. My apologies in advance to anyone I may offend or trigger, but this is what I wanted.
Enjoy!

July 4th, 2017, 3:35 pm.

Ah, Independence Day, the day that all Americans celebrate the beginning of their independence from the British by becoming dependent on the people around them to make sure they end up making it home safe because hot damn they get so fucking drunk. Like, I know I'm gonna get shit faced too, but they just take it to the next level.

The amount of barbecues and parties I've been invited to is insane but respectable, but I've never been to one so I really wouldn't know what to expect or what to do. Someone told me all you have to do is BYOB and maybe some extras, don't fuck up the house and respect the house rules, and don't get so drunk that you end up needing a wheelchair or a dolly to get you out of the house.

But I think I decided which one imma go to, a small but decent sized house party/get together/shindig/whatever word you wanna come up with for it hosted by this dude and his girlfriend who is fucking fine. Sure, she's not as good looking as Ash, to me at least, because Ash is bae and I love that woman to death, but she's still some A1 sexiness.

So now, in my infinite wisdom, I'm heading to the store to find some new clothes, can't be the ugliest girl there, right? And then it's off to the liquor store to attempt to buy a few bottles. Attempt being the keyword, I'm not twenty one so it's still, well, illegal. Weed isn't hard because there's no age, but alcohol? Nah, the gov says nope.

Walking into the store my eyes gaze over at what they have in stock and what's on sale, not that it matters, but even a billionaire can't pass on a bargain, and that's truth.

"Hmm, what look do I wanna go for?" I hummed and muttered to myself, heading over to the booty shorts area. Grabbing about six or seven different types of pairs I headed into the dressing rooms, trying them on and examining the way they fit to my ass, something that I really wanna show off tonight, I want people to see my 'cake'.

Only three were perfect though, and one of them gave me an excellent idea. Spandex short shorts that were almost boy shorts with some fishnet stockings and these slick black flats that I bought the other day. Perfect, in my opinion, though the shorts almost showed off a little too much I didn't care, I'd just wear a good pair of panties and a good bra.

As for the top I decided to wear a sleeveless shirt that squeezed my tits together, and a matching lacy red with black trim bra and panties set, all of this under my black shirt, black shorts and red white and blue fishnet stockings I got from the store along with the flats. "Sexy." I whistled to myself, excited to see how this ends up for me when I get to the apartment again and change into the outfit I had planned.

Getting back into the cab I signaled him to stop a few streets down from the liquor store, collecting myself and gathering myself. Peeking into the window I saw that the cashier was a young man, maybe twenty at the most, and he was sitting there just flicking through his phone. Lucky day for me huh?

Slinging my purse over my shoulder and the store bag as well I was ready, opening the door to the liquor store and stepping in. "Welcome to paradise liquor, if you need help let me know." The attendant boringly droned out, not even lifting his eyes up from the counter to look at who was in the store, shit I could've been a robber for all he knew.

Then again it looked like he couldn't give two fucks and a dime, so eh. Shopping through the aisles I grabbed a couple of bottles of vodka, one Smirnoff and the other Skyy, and set them in the small handheld basket. One bottle of Captain Morgan and Jack Daniels Honey and I was all set to attempt to purchase the alcoholic products...this is fun.

My anxiety went through when I set the basket on the counter and the cashier finally laid eyes on me. His eyes lit up a little, and though he tried to hide it I knew, putting on a confident smirk. "Hey, beautiful day isn't it?" I asked, and it really was. Sure it was hot but not unbearably hot, and the humidity was relatively low, so that's a good thing.

Well, at least to me it is, and he thought the same thing, scanning each bottle. "Oh yeah, definitely a lot better than some of the past years. Planning a party tonight, huh?" I smiled, nodding quickly. And then the one thing I didn't want to happen, well, it happened. "Can I see your ID?" Fucking hell, can I catch a break please?

Thinking quickly I set my bag down on the counter leaning over it to peer into it and 'look' for my wallet, letting my tits hang low and show off some mad cleavage. Fumbling my hands and searching for my not-missing-but-is-missing wallet I grunted, not finding it. Of course it was just hidden in a secret pocket, gotta love em right?

I looked at the man and smiled, forming the words in my head. "I'm sorry, I think I left my ID at the house, but is there any way you can just help me out this one time? I can, er, pay you back in a different way." I said, biting my lip and batting my eyelashes as the counterman tried his hardest to fight the urge to take me up on my offer.

He fumbled over his words as I stuck my chest out, as if I was inviting him in to take a feel, which I was. Sliding my hands across the counter I grabbed a hold of his wrists and tugged his hands up to my chest, letting his hands rest on my breasts. I moaned a little bit when he started squeezing and massaging them, groping them through the purple tank top I had put on before leaving the house.

Biting my lip as he continued the massage I grabbed the straps on the tank top, about to move them down when he stopped me. "Ne, there's a camera up there." He pointed at the right corner of the room before pointing out more. "If you want the booze we'll have to move into the storage closet." I saw him point to the left corner.

All I could do is nod, not wanting the cops to get called. We slowly trotted over to the closet when I noticed there wasn't a camera in this direction. "Ah, I see why you wanted to now, good thinking." I said, chuckling a bit as he ushered me into the closet which was a lot roomier than I had originally thought it would've been.

Shutting the door he smiled at me, waving his hand in a 'continue' motion. Picking up where I left off I slid the straps down, flipping the cups on my bra down and letting my tits spring out, hanging out freely now. His hands returned to them, grabbing, squeezing and pinching them. Not too hard, not too soft, just perfectly, making me squeak.

How this man managed to do it I don't know, but I really wanna know, because he got me going like a faucet, soaking the crotch of my black basketball shorts with the sticky juices that were flowing freely from my pussy since I decided not to wear any panties. Hey, it's too damn hot, and it sucks I have to wear a bra. Big tits are a blessed curse.

It was his turn to move my hands down to his crotch, my small hand having a hard time wrapping around the outline of his rock hard cock. Then moved his mouth right next to my ear, whispering into it. "If you want that liquor you're gonna let me fuck these massive fuckin' tits you have, okay?" What choice do I have? I'm so wet anyways.

I nodded, pulling my shirt and bra completely off before laying down onto my back, pressing my tits together with my hands and rubbing my nipples gently. He unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them completely off and exposing his monstrous sized cock. My eyes widened, thanking god that he wasn't actually wanting to stick it in me.

This thing must be at least ten inches long, maybe even closer to twelve! And don't even get me started on how thick this bitch was, I don't think I could ever take all of that in any part of me. Straddling my stomach I parted my boobs, letting him slap his cock down between them, spitting on them and lubing them up before helping me press them back together, before he started thrusting his hips, fucking my tits.

At the same time he used his hands to pinch my nipples and the skin of my breasts, causing me a pleasurable pain that drove me crazy. Opening my mouth I let the tip of his cock ram into my mouth every time he reached a full thrust, struggling to get my mouth open wide enough to get it in. With more spit he picked up the pace, peaking.

He started slapping and pinching my tits and nipples harder, making me cry out in ecstasy as he worked himself to an orgasm. "Ah...yes, please cum on my face sir!" I cried out, begging for him to cover my face in his seed. He nodded, stopping his movements and rubbing his cock until it exploded, coating my face with hot cum.

This was the biggest load I've ever seen, in real life or even in porn, as my face got slathered in the seed of life, not an inch was left uncovered as I opened my mouth and let as much of it dribble into my mouth as possible before scooping the rest of it up, eating up the tasty cum. And his did taste good, god did it taste good, better than the rest.

"Damn lady, you got some sexy ass tits, I'm a huge tit fan and these are literally the best I've ever seen or felt. Here's some paper towels if you wanna clean the rest of my cum up." He said handing me some of the towels from the shelf before standing up, putting his pants back on and walking out, checking on the store as I redressed.

I made my way out of the closet and back to the cash register, finding the bottles already bagged up. "So how much do I owe you?" I asked, grabbing my wallet this time.

A chuckle came from him as he just shook his head. "Well it would've been sixty eight and some change but don't worry about it this time, my old man owns this place and he really doesn't care, I'll just pay him back whenever. Once he sees you on camera and those boobs I think he'll just shake my hand." He laughed out, patting my shoulder.

I tried not to laugh but couldn't help but laugh with him, understanding and knowing that I started it anyways. "Well thanks, I'm Hinata by the way. And don't worry, I'm not, like, fourteen or anything, I'm at least legal for sex. How old are you anyways?" I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me yet again. Must be the fifteenth time today.

He smiled, grabbing his drink from under the counter and sipping it. "I'm Trevor, and I'm twenty, as long as you're seventeen I couldn't care less. Hinata, I like that name, a very fitting name for Texas. If I'm right it means sunny place, correct?" Huh, he's right. I nodded, curious about how he knew. "Hey, what can I say, I learned Japanese a bit back since I got tired of subbing my anime." Another chuckle escaped his lips as my curiosity was appeased.

But I bid him farewell as my cab pulled up, whisking me away back to my apartment so I could shower and change.

Tonight is gonna be one helluva night, man.

8:05 pm.

Dressed to the nines I was ready for this party, stowing the liquor in a small travel suitcase a bit bigger than my purse earlier. Tonight I didn't need or want the purse, opting for a small clutch with the basics in it, including my Texas ID, school ID, credit card, debit card, a small amount of emergency cash and some condoms, because safety first.

The cab ride was quiet and calm, getting to the couples house at about eight, the house being in the outskirts of the big city. It was a big house, easily eight bedrooms but I can imagine there's probably more than that in here. I was one of the first people here, making my way into the house after looking over my outfit one more time.

Someone greeted me at the door, asking for my name and labeling the bottles with them before putting them in a fridge, informing me that anytime I need a drink just ask for one of my bottles and he'll give it to me. He seemed like a nice man, he even poured me a complimentary glass of this high class whiskey with a splash of coke and ice.

"Thank you, Mr. Adam, are there any rule I need to be aware of? This is my first, like, actual house party." I giggled nervously, trying to work out my anxiety with nicotine.

I blew some of the tobacco smoke out of my mouth and sipped the coke and whiskey, enjoying the smoothness and flavor of it all. "It's my pleasure to serve a beautiful lady like you, and I'm glad it's here, we make this a safe space for everyone no matter what they believe in or what they've done. We're here to drink, party and have a good time tonight, not fight and be assholes." I couldn't agree anymore, I wanna get fucked up, not fucked over.

But he started on the rules, lighting up a cigar he pulled from a humidifying box. "So basically it's simple; if you throw up anywhere besides the grass on the side of the house or in a corner, basically out of the way, or the toilet, you clean it. Don't trash the house, no fighting, arguing is normal until it gets 'heated', if you, er, want some privacy all the rooms with a pink and blue ribbon on the handles are safe, just lock the door...unless you're into orgies." Of course he said that as I took another drink.

Gagging on my drink I barely managed to hold it in and not spit it out, blushing wildly. "I-I don't think that's something I want, no, thanks for the reminder. I think I can just about guess the remainder of the rules, it's common sense. Thank you again." I thanked the man, kissing him on the cheek softly before walking off, exploring the house.

Examining the back porch, which was massive, no surprise, I saw some beer pong tables set up. Now, I've never played it before but I do know what it is and the basic rules to the game. "Excuse me, but me and my girlfriend are trying to play my friend in beer pong but she needs a partner, do you care to join us?" A voice came from behind me.

Spinning around I saw a man about six foot tall and a hundred and seventy pounds on a good day standing there, smiling. My eyes moved to behind him, seeing his girlfriend who was five foot two and maybe a hundred pounds standing next to my would-be partner, an African-American woman who was five seven and a buck forty.

She was a beautiful woman by all means, and the weight was evenly dispersed to her tits, ass and rest of her body, giving her curves to die for. "Yeah, I think I can do that, you'll just have to get me up to speed on the rules. I'm Hinata, by the way, and you are?" I asked, sticking my hand out as he shook it firmly yet also gently.

"Hello Hinata, my name is Jason and that girl over there is Haley, my girlfriend, and the woman who is your partner is Erika. Come on, let's get you all caught up, beer is fine as a drink or do you want Smirnoff?" I opted for the beer, going fully authentic with this first experience.

The rules were, as I expected, kinda simple. Two shots per round, each person takes a shot. If you bounce the ball off the table and make it into a cup it means the opponent has to drink twice, otherwise normal shots are worth just one cup per shot made. If you make a front cup shot it's two as well, and if your team makes both of your shots then you get to go again. Oh yeah, you can also slap or catch a bounce shot to block it.

And don't forget to 'watch your elbows' as well, meaning keep your elbow behind the table. "I hear your name is Hinata, I think it's a beautiful name. I'm Erika." The dark skinned woman said, sticking her hand out, which I gladly accepted, shaking it firmly. "Finally, another woman that drinks beer, we're a rare breed, yano?" Unfortunately so.

Still I fought back a tiny blush at the woman's compliment, not knowing why her little compliment got a rise out of me. "Thanks, Erika is as well." I flashed a small smile while opening a beer can and dispersing it evenly into the ten plastic cups that were put into a pyramid shape. "I've always loved beer, it's an acquired taste I guess." True as well.

Erika nodded, finishing the little bit that was left in the aluminum can before crunching it, tossing it into the trashcan. "So, ready to kick some ass?" Erika said enthusiastically making me giggle a bit before nodding. We flipped a coin, with Erika calling 'heads' in the air, watching it land on her call with a triumphant fist pump.

And then she took her shot, sinking it in the front cup with ease. "Damn it, Eri, you're not gonna go easy tonight are you?" The other girl, Haley, asked, grabbing the ball out of the cup and dropping it in a water cup off to the side of their pyramid of cups. With a shake of her head the other two sighed, looking at me for my move.

I pulled my arm back, leveling it a few times before releasing, watching the ping-pong ball fly as if it were going in slow-motion, before solidly and audibly splashing down in the middle cup. "Hey, you made it! I thought you said this wasn't your first time, doll?" It is, Eri, beginners luck? Or just luck in general? Something like that.

With a disgruntled look the couple across from the table rolled our balls back to us.

And then the craziest thing happened.

8:45 pm.

"I can not believe you guys made all of your shots without missing a single one! We didn't even get the chance to shoot besides our redemption shots and then we were too flabbergasted to even shoot straight! I call bullshit on you too, Ms. Hinata, this can't be your first time, there's no-" Okay, thanks for cutting her off, Jason, we needed it.

All I could do was laugh as Jason carted Haley away to go get us some drinks, leaving me and Erika alone on the back porch as the party started to fill up. "Man, you can be honest, was it really your first time playing?" My newfound friend asked, side hugging me when I nodded and laughed a little. We did kill them, don't know how I did it but I did, so I can't really complain.

Pulling out a cigarette from my pocket I lit it, sucking in the smoke before exhaling it sharply. "Yeah, I'm not a 'party' girl to be honest. Self image issues and the fact that I'm a usually shy girl bar me from doing a lot. All I know is I need a shot. Do you smoke?" I asked, offering one of my cigarettes to the girl next to me.

She accepted, sparking one up with my lighter before handing it back to me. "I do, I have cigarettes in my purse but that's in Jason's car, I'll run and get them in a little while after I get a little more drunk. But welcome to your first party, and let me assure you that compared to most of the women that come here, you're a bombshell." Really?

My face lit up red at the compliment, the blush spreading rapidly. "T-thank you, Erika, but we'll have to see." C'mon, Hinata, you can do it, it's as simple as complimenting her back. So why is it so hard? "Y-you're not so bad looking yourself, you know? O-one of the more beautiful women I've seen in a while." There, now was that so hard, huh?

Lucky for her she had dark skin so blushes weren't as easy to see on her face as my pale one, but I could still tell she was fiery. "T-thanks, hun. Oh, there's Jason and Hayley with our drinks." That was, admittedly, perfect timing, as she diverted attention to the fact that our drinks were here, which was at least something I wanted right now.

Yet I found myself here, sipping on the whiskey and coke I was presented with, and thinking about undressing the woman named Erika beside me. Tonight, however, I'm as determined as I've ever been, and I guarantee you I'll get this woman in bed with me. Now's a good a time as any, right?

Quickly formulating a plan I waited a couple of hours, letting myself and my potential lover get a good buzz going. We shared a laugh as we won our third game of beer pong, beating another couple before fighting a hard fought game against these two dudes, but we overcame and won, but not before getting down to one cup. "Woo! Man that was a close one, huh?" Erika asked me as I gently led us to the edge of the porch, leaning against a wall and away from the majority of the people.

I leaned against the wall, puffing on the cigarette wedged between my index and middle fingers. "Hell yeah, I thought we were done for." I laughed out, punching the girl on the arm softly and smiling. "So, now that there's at least a couple hundred people here do you still think I'm a bombshell?" I asked, testing the waters carefully.

Her eyes lit up, immediately giving me a good sign, as she began to speak. "You? Shit you're like a queen here, I know it may bug you but I've seen multiple guys stop and stare at you and this damn cake you got." She said, slapping my ass a little roughly and laughing as it jiggled, making me blush madly which made her laugh even more.

Deciding it was my turn to have a little fun I slowly reached my hand behind her back as she was distracted in laughter and pinch her ass hard, making her yelp in pain as I just laughed. "And you don't have any at all? Look at this thing!" I said, pinching it again before she swatted my hand away, trying not to laugh before failing miserably.

Our laughter kept coming as I looked her over again. She was wearing a pair of black yoga pants that hugged her massive yet finely shaped ass perfectly, a pair of flip flops and an army green shirt dress that covered the aforementioned 'cake', and it was also cut low, showing off some of her easily C cup cleavage, maybe thirty eights.

"You wanna go to the restroom with me? I don't wanna go alone, too many dicks." She asked, getting a nod from me as we headed back into the house and found a restroom that was empty and out of the way. Setting her purse on the counter I turned around so she could do her thing. "Hehe, no silly, that's not why I'm in here." I heard her say as she searched her purse for whatever she happened to be looking for.

Confused I turned around as she pulled out a bag with some pot in it, pre-ground up, with some papers sitting in the bag with it. "Oh, I didn't know you smoked weed, but I do too so I can't judge." I said, smiling and helping her wipe down the bathroom counter so she could roll up on it, which she did with amazing accuracy and skill.

Then my blush came back as she slowly and seductively licked up and down the entire blunt, doing the same with the other three she rolled. "Mm, this is some good stuff as usual." She looked over towards me and winked as it struck me; she knows what I'm doing, and now it's a race to see who can get the other to crack first. Me or her? Hmm...

My turn, I guess, let's see what I can do. "Hey, hold on one second, your shirtdress is riding up in the back a little." I said as she prepared to walk out of the restroom, the icky sticky stowed back away. Not giving her a chance to turn around I squatted down, grabbing the seams of her shirtdress and pulling it down slowly and methodically.

All the while my hands were grazing against the form of her ass, sending shivers down her spine. "O-oh, t-t-thanks Hinata." She stuttered out as I sighed mentally, getting a point for myself in the meantime. I stood up, gently running my hands up her side and pulling her hair behind her neck, brushing her shoulders off in the meantime.

And then I leaned my mouth into her, putting it next to her ear. "No problem, and you can just call me Hina. Also, nice panties, Eri." I said, my breath tickling her ear, giving her a wave of goosebumps. Giggling I walked out of the restroom, grabbing her hand and dragging her along with me, giving her no time to process my actions and words.

What was the funniest part, you asked? Well, you didn't, but that's besides the point.

She's not wearing any panties.

11:45 pm.

I couldn't believe it was almost midnight, but from what I've heard these parties go on until the sun rises, which won't be until six or so. And now I find myself smoking a fat ass blunt with the same girl I'm currently in the middle of a seduction war with on the small side house strip of grass, which was closed off by a gate sporting a ribbon.

We shut the gate, untying the ribbon in the process. Sure, we weren't fucking...yet...but after smoking who knows what's gonna happen. "Hey, there's even a little slide bolt for convenience." I said as I slid it shut, locking us in the small side yard. I could tell it was newly installed just for this party, and the gaps in the wood were covered by some paper they put over them. Smart people, they know how to throw a sexual party like this.

Her hand grazed against mine as she passed the doobie to me, which I gladly accepted. "Heh, I know right? It's almost like they're lobbying for people to have lots of sex like that's what they came here for. Almost like a fucked up prostitute party." Erika laughed out, the situation loosening as we smoked the entire blunt, snuffing it out.

There were even chairs back here. Chairs. That's how prepared they were for the possibility of some couple trying to bang back here. In front of the two chairs was a table, a small brown side table, which was random but eh, I've seen worse. "So, what do you wanna do now? Smoke some more?" I asked my darker skinned friend, who hummed.

After a moment of debating she snapped. "Hey, wanna play a game of Go Fish?" She asked, pulling a deck of cards out of her purse and setting it on the perfectly placed side table. I smiled, nodding as she broke the cards out and shuffled them. "I haven't played in forever but I used to be really good at this game." She said, finishing her shuffling.

Humming a bit I put on a devilish smile, an idea hitting me. "You were really good? Like, really good?" My question came out with a hint of seductive venom as Erika looked at me, nodding slowly and carefully. "Wanna make this a little more fun?" Another nod and I was in just like that. "How about whoever loses has to do something that the person who won asks?" It was a good idea in my head, even though you end up going fishing often.

Erika stuttered and sputtered trying to find the right words to say and not screw up. "S-s-sure, but what can we ask them to do?" Good question, my lovely, sexy friend.

I leaned close to her, whispering softly and slowly in her ear. "Anything, Eri-chan, anything your heart desires." With the way I'm talking we may not even get to play Go Fish because I can tell she's fighting the urge to jump my bones right now. "So...ready to play?" Erika nodded, dealing the cards out.

Fifteen minutes later the game ended, finding me on top and doing a little celebratory dance on the outside and the inside. "Man, you're pretty good Hina." Erika said, bowing to me in a majestic fashion as we laughed a little. And then realization set in. "Uh...so...w-what do you want me to do, boo?" A lot, but I'm smart, even if I don't seem like it.

Putting my hand on my chin in a thinking position I looked at her, smiling wickedly and licking my lips slowly and seductively, like a lion. "Hmm, how about...you give me a lil kiss on the lips. It's been a while since I-" I never got the chance as her lips came crashing down on mine, kissing me deeply as her tongue darted into my mouth quickly.

After a second I collected myself, melting into the woman's lips and inserting my own tongue into her mouth, dashing it around and savoring the taste of alcohol, cigarettes, pot and her cinnamon lip gloss. My hands instantly started wandering around her body, something I've been wanting to do since way earlier when we first started drinking.

Within a few minutes I had her shirtdress off, her tits secured by a plain black bra, which was surely gonna come off soon too. My tank top was next, leaving me and her bare chested minus our bras. "Mm Hina, you're so sexy." Erika moaned out into my mouth, spinning me around and hugging my back into her body as she sucked and kissed on my neck, biting my bra strap and ripping it open, allowing my tits to just pop out.

I couldn't help but moan out as Erika grabbed both my tits, one in each hand, and started massaging them, pinching my nipples while she continued to leave a big ass hickey on my neck. She spun me around again, ravaging my body and sucking on my nipples, biting the skin around them sharply and making me cry out in pleasure.

But she can't have all of the fun, so I ran my hands up and down her back, dragging my nails on her skin and giving her goosebumps before I snapped her bra strap open.

Her smaller but still good sized breasts sprung out, and I immediately started groping, grasping and loving on them, making her moan as well. Soon enough she was working on my shorts, slowly and sensually pulling them down and removing that and my fishnets, leaving my panties on. "E-Erika, p-p-please eat my pussy." I begged the woman.

She obliged, yanking my panties off and diving her tongue into me as I tried not to yell out too loud at the pleasure of it. My mind immediately got sent into a spiral of many feelings, from being drunk, to high, the most prevalent one being the pleasure I was feeling from the dark skinned woman's tongue assaulting my insides with vigor.

Continuing her motions she rigorously sucked and licked up and down my wet folds, hitting my clit so perfectly and making my legs shake from the intensity before she made her tongue force itself back into my entrance, poking it in and out repeatedly and edging me closer and closer to orgasm mode, that mode when all I can do is prepare.

The alcohol made that come quicker than I thought, and Erika knew it, sensing my shaking and whimpering. "Mm, cum all over my face like I'm your dirty little slut, Hina, I wanna taste all of you baby." Like I can say no to that. With a cry as loud as I could get it without attracting unwanted attention I released myself onto my lovers face.

Almost collapsing onto my knees from the orgasm that rocked me I managed to keep upright, my arms shaking as I gripped the table in front of me hard. "Oh-oh my fucking god that was amazing." My voice came out shaky and airy as I knew what I had to do now. "Mmm, but are you gonna turn around and shake that cake for me?" I asked Erika who, shocked at my recovery, just stared at me before smiling when she heard the song playing in the background.

'Dance (A$$)' by Big Sean was still a popular party song, and it really got my newfound lover going as she pushed my back against the wall of the house and stuck her 'cake' onto my still bare crotch area, shaking it and making me watch as it wiggled and jiggled, her hands set squarely onto her knees supporting her in her bent down position.

She made it very hard to hold in the urge to grab her ass until she smacked it, inviting me to as well. I slapped it as hard as I could, not thinking I could hit that hard until I heard her hiss in pain. "Ooh baby, I like it rough like that." She purred out, pausing for a moment before continuing her 'twerking' on me, the urge rising by the second.

It finally maxed out as I drug my nails down her back again, spanking her again a couple more hard times before looping my finger under yoga pants waistband. "How 'bout we let your kitty out to play, what do you say lil mama?" Apparently my words struck her harder than I figured they would as she vigorously shook her head yes.

Not being one to waste time I started pulling them down, confirming my suspicion that she was indeed not wearing any panties. After finishing the removal and tossing them aside with my clothes she continued to shake her ass on me, her bare skin touching mine as her cheeks clapped together audibly, her juices moistening her leg intently.

Without a word I grasped her waist firmly with my hands, stopping her shaking while I ran my fingers in between her crack, teasing her hot, wet and trembling pussy with my fingertips before finally inserting two into her, a small gasp of pleasure escaping her lips. "P-please, grab the t-t-toy in my b-bag and f-f-f-fuck me." I'm assuming...

...yep, there's a double ended strap on in her bag towards the bottom. Smiling I inserted my end into me, securing it tightly with the straps around my waist while moaning a tiny bit. "I see you came prepared..." I trailed off, lining up the nine inch, thick ass beast of a strap on with her entrance. "...just like a dirty little slut." Finishing strongly is one of my strong suits.

Not more than a few seconds after I finished that statement I rammed the fake cock into her, making her moan and howl out at the feeling of it, before trying to find a good and tight rhythm, being successful, brining about more moans and whimpers, Erika biting down onto her lip tightly. "H-harder, fuck me harder Hina!" Who am I to say no?

The tops of my thighs smacked against the backs of her thighs soundly as I fucked the girl bent over in front of me as hard as I could. Little did I know the harder I fucked my lover the harder my end slammed into me, effectively fucking both of us. But this is what it feels like to fuck a girl? Not gonna lie, it's pretty satisfying and fun to boot.

Smacking her ass roughly a few times I felt her climax coming up pretty quickly. Deciding to rush it a little bit I took my free hand and started flicking and softly rubbing her clit, edging her closer and closer until she cried out much like I did, except her legs actually gave out and she collapsed down onto her hands and knees, moaning as it hit.

About thirty seconds passed before the orgasm cleared her system, and she rolled over onto her back, looking up at the sky and smiling brightly. "Hinata, that was the best orgasm I've had ever, and when I get up you're gonna get the biggest kiss before we get back to the party." I couldn't wait, grasping her wrist and helping her stand up.

Unsurprisingly she made true to her promise, embracing me and kissing me deeply again before breaking it, preventing a round two. "That was the biggest kiss I've ever had indeed." I laughed out, getting a laugh from the girl as well, before she noticed me yawn. "I'm tired, and now I have to get drunk and high again." I chuckled out at the irony.

Erika put a finger up, pausing any further action or words from me as she dug into her bag, reaching into a small pocket and grabbing a tiny jewelry bag with a small amount of white powder in it. Cocaine. "I've got the trick to getting you back up again and keep you going, wanna do a line?" I've never done real, 'hard' drugs before...

But a strong yawn hit me, and not wanting to quit early I nodded to the woman in front of me. She clapped a little, pulling out a square piece of plastic and dumping some of the drugs onto it, making four admittedly fat lines. Once she handed a small piece of straw I knew what to do, inhaling two of the lines in quick succession, leaving her two.

It hit me hard, giving me a rush of energy and an instantly floaty feeling, Erika just smiling at me after she did her two lines.

Let's fuck some shit up tonight, no? It's one in the morning, we have four hours, that's enough for me.

July 5th, 2:30 am.

Just like that I had already downed four shots, three beers and two more half and half mixed drinks, which was half liquor half soda in a twelve ounce cup so yeah, I think I'm properly fucked up again. "Eriiiiii, c-come smoke a cigarette with me baby!" I yelled out to the equally as fucked up girl, who just yelled happily and headed outside with me.

Once outside it was business as usual. Light up, let the nicotine hit you, and then bullshit around. "Hehe, this is probably the best party I've been to ever." Erika said, taking her arm and throwing it around my shoulder, hugging me into her as we shared the drunken embrace while swimming in a sea of cigarettes, booze and cocaine.

I've actually taken a bit of a liking to the latter, it's given me new life and boosted me enough to let me drink more than usual. "It's my first so of course it's my best one, but to be honest I don't see anything topping it for a while." I slurred out, downing my third half/half mixed drink and trashing the cup in the nearest trash can I could find.

Taking notice Erika looked me in the eye seriously, catching me off guard. "You okay? We've both drank quite a lot but I'm experienced and you can't be older than, what I'd say, eighteen?" I pointed down signifying I'm one younger than that. "Seventeen? Damn, I'm barely twenty one, making me feel old and shit." She laughed, punching me in the shoulder gently before hugging me again.

All I could do is smile, the intoxication numbing any bad feelings I previously had felt beforehand. "Yeah, I'm young, but I'm from Japan so I just wanna have a little fun over here while I can before my senior year starts. Including fucking, a lot, I'm sure you know that huh boo?" I asked, pinching her ass and laughing at her funny reaction to me.

My antics got a pinch from her onto my ass too as she collected herself. "Unless you want me versus you round two I'd watch them hands, baby." As much fun as me and her going at it one more time would be fun I think we can do better than that. "You wanna go smoke another blunt, Hina?" Is that even a real question? Of course I want to.

Nodding happily we departed from the back porch and made our way to the side yard where we smoked before, shutting the gate behind us solidly and soundly. Erika set her bag down on the table, which was surprisingly still there and not stolen for other purposes, before fumbling around in it, finding what she was looking for with a smile.

The blunt she pulled out made me smile too, it was one of the fattest ones I had seen in a long time, and I know she rolled it just for me and her tonight. "Damn, that's gotta be one of the biggest single rillo blunts I've seen ever." I said, gawking at the perfectness in which she rolled it, a skill that I believe is pretty underrated and forgotten.

Words can't describe how much my mouth watered when she sparked her lighter, creating a nice little cherry on the end that would keep it going for its duration, no matter how long that might be. Erika took a long and deep drag, inhaling the monster hit before expelling the smoke slowly, sticking it out to me, which I happily accepted.

Continuing our smoke session we powered through half of the monster piece, laughing and joking and enjoying the music thumping and bumping in the background before a sound alerted us, someone was opening the gate. We quickly stashed the device, hiding it behind an a/c unit in the far corner as the gate swung open. "Finally-oh shit, sorry guys, I didn't know there were people back here, I'll leave." It was another girl, red hair shining brightly.

Before she could leave Erika stopped her, grabbing her wrist firmly. "Hey, don't be afraid, we're just hanging out back here and away from the loud music and crowd of all the people so if you wanna join us neither me nor Hinata here mind, right Hina?" I shook my head, giving the new girl a soft, closed eyed smile, as warm as I could manage.

Hesitating a little the girl turned around, smiling back at me and Erika before stepping in the side yard again, shutting the gate. "Okay, that's basically what I was trying to do to be perfectly honestly, as much as I love parties I need to chill out and just smoke a blunt, ya feel me?" More than you know, woman. "I'm Karin, by the way." Karin?

I smiled at the girl, another foreign one I'm assuming, and one more Japanese transplant judging by her physical features and slight accent that was just barely noticeable to anyone, but not so much to me. "Karin, huh? If I'm right that's the word for quince, a fruit. So...fruit?" I managed to slur out, laughing at the glare I received from her.

"Yeah, thanks Ms. 'Sunny Place', my mom didn't love me enough to give me a fully authentic Japanese name. Can I just smoke in peace please?" Karin asked, laughing a tiny bit and sighing sadly, making me feel a little bad for poking fun at her, but she caught my sympathetic look, waving it off and ruffling my hair a little, making me chuckle.

Soon enough we were passing around each of our devices to each other, making sure we locked the gate this time to prevent any more interruptions. "Man, I figured that I'd be surrounded by white people tonight 'cuz this is America, but y'all motherfuckers are extra white." Erika joked, making me and our new friend laugh out loud at her words.

Fifteen minutes passed and we were all properly high, leaning against the wall and taking drags off of our cigarettes. "Man it's gotten hot really quickly, guys." I said, pulling at my tank top that was sticking to me from the sweat as the other two girls nodded in agreement. "You mind if I take my shirt off, girls?" I asked, getting two head shakes.

With a happy sigh I pulled my tank over my head, laying it on the table and enjoying the slight breeze hit my skin. "Fuck it, I'm gonna take mine off too." I heard Erika say to my right, pulling her shirtdress over her head and setting the piece of clothing down on the table as well. "You okay Karin? You sure you don't wanna join us?"

Turning to look at Karin we noticed an intimidated and scared look on her face as she stuttered out barely audible or understandable excuses as to why she can't or won't do what we did. "Hey, don't be afraid Karin, we're not gonna judge you for the way you look, just get comfortable, even if that means getting naked." I said, smiling again.

Karin gave me a tentative and wary look before sighing deeply. "Are you guys sure?" We both just nodded, smiling affirmingly. "Okay but...I don't have a bra on. Didn't think that I was gonna need one, my boobs aren't that big. So if you really don't mind..." She looked for any change of our minds, sighing again when she didn't find one. Grabbing the bottom seam of her shirt and starting to lift it over her head.

Soon enough she had it off and her tits covered with her crossed arms. She seemed still hesitant to undress in front of us, which brought an idea to my head, and apparently Erika's too, as the woman looked at me and grinned. We both grasped our bra straps and popped them open, letting them fall to the ground, revealing our bare chests.

Her eyes shot open as she just stared at us, in awe at our boldness, before slowly and shakily lowering her arms until her small but perky B cup rack was exposed, and they were admittedly pretty good for such a small cup size. "See? It's not that bad, plus it does feel good, doesn't it?" Erika asked, getting a nervous chuckle and a nod in return.

"Y-yeah, it actually does, I think I just needed a push to do this, thanks. I've always been interested in women but my brother would flip out if he knew I was into other girls though, he's traditional as fuck. You guys though, man, you guys are beautiful and so...so...sexy." Finally she opens up, I knew it was gonna happen eventually, they all do.

Erika smiled, running a hand down the middle of Karin's chest between her boobs, raising the hairs on her skin. "So are you, boo, you just gotta believe in yourself. I think you just need a little, er, reaffirming." I knew what was coming next, so it wasn't a shock to me when Erika locked lips with the redheaded woman, kissing her deeply.

Their kiss didn't last as long as mine and Erika's though, only going for maybe ten seconds before they broke it, Karin gasping for air and sputtering on her own words. "O-oh my god that was amazing, I've never been kissed like that before in my twenty years on this planet." Karin gasped out, trying her best to catch her breath and collect herself.

In the midst of all this I found myself getting wet again, trying to push the urge back and fight the sexual feeling. "Don't fight it, Hina baby, you know that your sexual urges will almost always win." Erika said, kind of annoying me since she exposed me to Karin, but I think she knew anyways. She seems like a smart woman, to be honest.

And then Karin cut in, chiming in with her thoughts. "Well, if you're horny but don't wanna have sex why don't we just masturbate together? That way we don't have to go all the way with anyone but we can all get off, I know I could go for an orgasm right now." Now who's being bold? But it wasn't all that bad of an idea, something fresh.

Looking at Erika she just smiled, resting her hand on my shoulder and supporting me and comforting me. Sighing I nodded, getting a small smile from the other two women who just removed their bottoms, Karin in her sweatpants and basic red panties. We took a seat on the ground, spreading our legs and starting to rub our pussies a little bit.

The whole thing was weird, honestly, something I never thought I'd see myself doing. Ever. But times change, so have I, and here I am, sitting on the ground at a party high out of my mind, drunk as fuck and minorly coked out next to two girls that, a little while ago, I would've never thought of in any type of sexual way unless I was having a hot and wet dream, something that happens once in a blue moon, not often enough to leave an impact on my psyche.

I slid my middle finger into me, trying to just focus on myself and slowly bucked it in and out. But it was admittedly fucking hard to not think about the other two girls, one of them already making me cum once tonight, and Karin...god, where do I start with this woman? The more I look at her and think about her she's a fuckin' stud of a woman.

From her beautiful, albeit unnatural, red hair, her pasty pale skin, much like mine, her perky boobs and the bodacious curves they had to them, her slim figure and waist that led down to her, what I'd call, cutie booty. Not big, not small, and perfectly shaped. And then there's her pussy, untouched by anyone I can tell, and it looks god damn tasty.

She knows I think this too, she's caught me a few times glancing over at her doing her thing as I did mine and Erika did hers. Five or so minutes passed and I felt nothing big change in my orgasm meter, an internal thing that I would like to think most people have, telling me when I'm about to reach my peak. Nada. Not even a little needle wiggle.

Digging my finger deeper I closed my eyes, letting out little moans as I hit my g-spot softly, which seemed to be working until I felt a hand touch my leg, making me jump a little, startled at the physical contact. "Hey, want a little help Hinata?" It was Karin, wearing a sweet smile, which calmed my nerves as I nodded, accepting her kind offer.

Karin lowered herself down to my level, raising my left leg and sticking her right leg under it, sitting down on top of my right leg. Knowing what she was trying to do I raised my left side, letting her pussy touch mine as we entered the scissoring position. Or tribbing, whichever name you prefer for it, and it felt a lot better than what I was doing.

Her folds meshed with mine as she rocked her hips along with mine, rubbing our wet, throbbing pussies together, both of us moaning and groaning along with the tight, slow and rather passionate rhythm we were keeping. I bit my lip, balancing back on one hand and using my other, my left, to massage her tits, focusing on her soft pink nipples.

Catching one of her nipples in my mouth I latched my teeth onto it, biting down on it hard and getting a cry of pleasure from Karin, whose legs were shaking, making it hard to keep up the pace. "If you want I can finish you from here, Karin, just lemme eat that pussy baby." I breathed out, my breathing labored due to the coitus I was in.

Nodding I disengaged from her, pushing her down onto her back and pulling her legs apart, my mouth watering for her juices. I crawled up to her, on my hands and knees, and put my face up to her pussy, giving it a slow and tender lick up and back down her pussy lips, getting a whimper from her which would soon turn into a cry of ecstasy.

And it did when I dove my tongue into her, forcing the entire thing in there as I started licking crazily, lapping up her warm and sticky juices with vigor. I was so into her that I almost didn't notice Erika behind me, she was rubbing my pussy with the tip of her strap on, making me moan into Karin who, in turn, moaned and begged for more of me.

Erika only teased me for a few seconds before sliding a good six inches of the previously mentioned monster fake cock, forcing me to pause my actions with the redhead that was in front of me. Once I collected myself I continued my work, whimpering along the way as Erika slapped my ass, reaching around and grabbing onto my tits, using them as leverage to pound the dildo into me roughly, slapping my ass repeatedly.

What drove me over the edge was when she crammed two of her long fingers into my asshole, shooting my needle from halfway there to-"H-Hinata, baby, I-I'm cumming!".

Yeah, what she said. Karin released herself at the same time I did and with a loud cry of pleasure as well, and so did Erika, as all three of us moaned and whimpered as our orgasms surged through our bodies, all three of us collapsing next to each other in a heap of messy hair, sweaty bodies and ours and each others cum mixing together.

We just stared at the stars above us, our hands slowly linking together.

It's been a good night tonight so far, but now it's time for getting drunk round three.

6:15 am.

I crashed through the door of my apartment, tossing my little clutch on the coffee table and instantly burst into the restroom, heaving and throwing up the contents of what was left in my stomach, the taste of the half bottle of vodka I stupidly chugged and the six or seven beers I shot gunned hitting my tongue, making me throw up even more.

Along with the aforementioned vodka and beer I also did three shots of whiskey, two of some tequila, putting the lime and salt, well...yeah, I think you can imagine where I put it, and then to top it all off I smoked three more blunts and did four more lines of coke. Needless to say, my body is very confused right now, all I know is I am drunk.

To put it simply, I'm wired but tired, which rhymes but also sucks major balls, something I'm surprised I didn't do tonight. But that's all in the past, at least so I'd like to tell myself. Not that tonight wasn't one of my best nights in so long, but I'm just wasted and ready to relax. Through the throwing up and cleaning up my hair and make-up that got smeared I sobered up enough to roll a blunt before showering off.

Hopping out of the steaming hot shower I just took I trotted over, still naked, to my bedroom, fetching the comfiest, fluffiest pajama pants I owned and threw them on with out any panties, they can be damned for all I care. Ditching my bra I threw on an XL shirt, tucking my lighter in between my cleavage and putting the blunt behind my ear.

I plopped down onto the couch, instantly sparking the blunt up and pulling the handle that let the leg rest come out on the couch, enjoying the quietness and relaxing feeling that my apartment brought me, hoping to god that the THC can calm me enough to let me sleep before it hits eight o'clock, and it's seven am now, so here goes nothing.

But no matter how hard I tried my mind couldn't help but float over to my Irish lover abroad, taking care of business. What business could necessitate this sudden of a leave?

Taking away the time that she could've been spending in the states, celebrating hers and our last summer here before all hell breaks loose and school starts again. The time we could be sharing, her and me...yeah, I'm still a little hung up on her, but I can't help but think; what would've happened if she hadn't have left me like she did last month?

Would I have partied this hard, got this drunk? Would I have fucked that dude for the money, which while it was good was it really worth it? What about Erika, Karin, the guy in the liquor store, would they have been on my list of temporary lovers? Also the amount of weed I've smoked since she left is too fucking high, something I'm working on.

All the drugs, the partying, everything that's gone down in the last couple of weeks, was it all meant to be without her here? As much as I feel like a dirty whore for it...I can't lie, it's helped me realize something, something I need, admittedly, and that is that I am who I am, and all these adventures have confirmed my identity to myself.

Yeah, being me and having all of my quirks, the want for sex, the want for getting high and partying while I can, it all sucks, but I have to say that I am pretty proud of who I am right now. I, after spending most of my young teen years hating myself, am finally happy with how I look, with how I talk and with who I am friend with, and that's one thing I couldn't say before I hopped the pond for this schooling opportunity.

Still, nothing could change the text I just got from her. "Hey Hina-chan, sorry I haven't been in touch but things have gotten pretty bad over here. Dads been in trouble and mom has needed my help getting things in order over here, so I have to take a leave until thanksgiving break. Call you later, love you, Ash.". So I guess that's that...

Just when I thought I wouldn't be alone without my best friend for much longer I've been corrected and mistaken once more. I couldn't even manage much to say to her at the moment besides a simple 'okay' and a 'can't wait to talk to you later, love you too'. Now this leaves me with even more burning questions, something I don't need.

My main one being what the hell am I gonna do? Ada Lee and Isabella won't be back until a week before reenrollment in late September leaving me almost two months here in this lonely hell hole by myself. What I'm most worried about is that I've already done this much damage, what more could I get into in my lonesome, anxiety filled mind?

I guess it's like they say, only time will tell. But I don't want time to dictate what happens to me. "So I heard you met my sister, Karin, at the party huh? She can be quite the handful sometimes huh Hinata?" Naruto? "It's Naruto, by the way, new number." I met his sister. I fucked his sister. I ate his sister out. What the actual fuck, life?

The one boy in life that I actually kinda like and I just had to go and drunkenly fuck his sibling while I was also high at the same god damn time. I wonder if she went home and told him about it? Wait, I have her number in my purse! 'Karin, did you tell Naruto about what me, you and Erika did? Love, Hinata.' There, short and to the point.

Only a minute passed before my phone buzzed in response from the fiery red head. "Lol no, our secret is safe, so sleep easy. But it's good to know that we're connected in more than one way ;)". Ugh, this girl, I swear to all that is holy that imma kill her when I see her next. 'Thank you, it's probably better if we put that to rest just for right now Karin, a lot is happening with me and that's just one more thing I don't need to handle right now.'. Sent, now to hope she listens to me.

Something tells me she will, but something is also nagging at me saying that she will until it's convenient for her to tell him. Why am I even worrying about him? All we were was just a fling, at least that's what it felt like to me, we fucked, and never really hung out after that. We had that show, and then a movie, but that's it, so what is there?

Unless there's something he's seeing that I'm not, which knowing boys he could be secretly deeply in love with me. Or it could be just that he wants me for my body. Either one is a big possibility, to be perfectly fucking honest, so there's no point in fretting over it, there's only one real way to find out, and that's actually easy, surprisingly.

'Hey Naruto, yeah we met at the party and she's pretty cool, which reminds me we need to hang out soon, wanna come over tonight and watch a movie?'.

"I'd love to, but I'm sure you need your sleep, Karin knocked out so you must be next. Eight pm fine?"

I barely had the energy to reply 'yeah' to him and extinguish the blunt before I promptly passed out.

Guess I really was next.

Warning; This is the scene you were warned about, reader discretion is advised.

7:45 pm.

Was this dude always this punctual? I'm glad he's here, though, I need to relax and wind down after Ash's phone call, which brought no real news besides her dad has been in jail for some stupid shit involving the IRA and UDA, two warring non-governmental factions, the IRA representing a unified Ireland and the UDA supporting the separation.

Yeah, it's dumb, but that's Ireland and N. Irelands problem, not mine, I just have to worry about impressing this boy again, at least enough to where he'll either fuck me or at least make me feel better in some sort of way, whether it be a back rub or some kisses that numb all of my pain. Either one, take your pick Ruto-kun, take your pick.

But when I went to open the door, expecting Naruto to be standing there, smiling as usual, it wasn't who I thought it was. "He-oh, w-who are you?" I stuttered out, eyeing the strange man standing in my doorway, his five foot eleven, two hundred pound lean and mean figure admittedly intimidating me to a certain extent, but I'm not weak.

Okay, maybe physically, but mentally not so much. "Oh, I'm new to the area, I was wondering if you had a cup of sugar I could borrow. I'm Seth, and you are?" He stuck his hand out for me to shake, an offer I was reluctant to accept but I did, putting on the firmest handshake I could before nodding, walking back to the kitchen to get it.

I never made it that far, however, as the door slammed behind me, the man now in the house. I turned around to see what was going on but was met with the mans hand on my neck, squeezing the air out of me and making it impossible for me to scream for help, the only options I had were to thrash and kick as much as I could, trying to fight off the attacker, who was working on pulling my shirt up, his intentions clear now.

Tears threatened to fall from my eyes as he thrusted my shirt up, letting my braless tits spring free, his free hand groping them roughly as he groaned and enjoyed what he was doing to me. "P-p-please d-d-d-don't..." I managed to choke out, begging the man to stop what he was doing, my requests met with no answer, only more molesting.

"Chyeh, stop? With the way you're dressed and the way you were at the party last night you're practically begging for my cock, now shut up and take it bitch!" He yelled into my face, forcing me to the ground and tearing at my pajama pants, getting them down to my ankles and exposing my bare ass just ready for him to violate and assault.

With his hand on the back of my neck forcing my face into the floor, muffling my cries for help, and his knees placed on the back of mine, pinning my legs down, he began to fumble around with his belt and jeans, finally getting them undone and freeing his cock, which was rock hard, and he began prodding at my entrance with it.

I cried out for him to stop but he didn't, sliding all of him into me, about seven inches I'm assuming, making me cry out in pain as he rammed it in and out of me, raping me and drawing blood from my pussy instead of my normal juices. Tears and cries fro help came out freely now as he released his hold on my neck, focusing on his horrible act.

He started slapping my ass and the back of head, screaming insults at me such as slut, whore, cunt, the whole nine yards, whispering into my ear that I 'deserved this'. All of this because I let myself be comfortable with my body...can I ever catch a break? Obviously not, as he continued to violate my pussy, my cried and tears starting to slow.

Taking notice of this he paused, grabbing me by the hair and pulling back, letting me catch a look of his glare. "What, my cock not good enough for you, huh? It's almost no fun not hearing you beg for me to stop." Does this mean he'll stop? "Well, almost, you do have a tight little pussy that I enjoy, so oh well, can't win em all." Guess not...

It felt like forever for him to finish, releasing his sperm inside of me and finishing up, hopping up and redoing his pants, kicking my motionless and turning me onto my back so he could look at me. But when I said nothing he just sneered at me, spitting in my face and walking away, slamming the door and leaving me here, laying in a pool of my own tears and blood, giving me time to reflect on what just happened.

I must have laid there for an hour, not moving an inch, emotionally numbing myself and not thinking about it. And then it hit me, bringing a whole other round of tears and even more crying as I curled up into a ball in the middle of my living room, letting the pain of what this man, no, this boy did to me, wash over me, hitting me like a train.

The pain was so much that I didn't even notice my door slowly swinging open, a worried voice asking me if I was okay until it hit the person as well. Whoever it was they ran to my room, grabbing a shirt and pants and throwing them on me, scooping me up and carrying me outside, setting me in their car and taking off, where to I don't know.

Not once did I open my eyes, I couldn't stand to face anything right now. Not my savior or kidnappers, whoever he/she is, and especially not my own reflection, it would kill me more than that boy did. The car rattled to a stop, my door being flung open as a females voice hit my ears. "What's wrong sir-oh..." And here goes the sympathy.

"Yeah, it's bad, she needs help, I know she's conscious but she hasn't opened her eyes since I found her like this in her apartment, but please help her." The person choked out, his voice swimming around in my head. And for the first time since the boy left I peeked my eyes open, golden locks gracing my vision as my savior became clear to me.

I instantly shut them again, letting the doctors unload me onto a stretcher, wheeling me inside and setting me up with doctors.

But the exhaustion hit me, as I finally drifted away into sleep. Maybe I'll dream this off.

Maybe, it's a strong maybe.

Warning; It's over, you can breathe easy again.

July 6th, 11:15 am.

My eyes slowly creeped open as I took in my surroundings, glancing at the clock and seeing the time. I know I'm in a hospital, and the sad part is I remember exactly why and how I got here. But instead of tears and sobs I just stared blankly forward, not letting the memories hurt me anymore than the actual act had, no matter how hard it is.

Looking to my left I spotted my bedside table, a cup of water gracing it, before my hand slowly moved and wrapped around it, bringing it to my lips as I slowly sipped on it, letting the coolness of it relieve my sore throat, no doubt from the screaming. Someone had to have undressed me and redressed me in this god awful hospital gown too.

Whoever did it got the best look at me, all bruised and bloodied, and I was undoubtedly passed out too so they had to have had fun turning me over, flipping me around and attaching this thing to me. Now the question is how long will I have to sit in here before the usual questions and sympathetic looks start, something I'm not ready for.

I got my answer within five minutes as the door to my room creaked open, and two nurses strutted in, slowly making their way over to me. "Good morning Ms. Hyuuga, how are you feeling?" Is 'raped' an acceptable answer or is it too soon? Maybe a little too blunt, as well. What in the fucking world did they expect me to say though? 'Oh, totally fine man, definitely didn't get violated last night'.

They deserve more than that as I just put on the fakest of fake smiles, squinting my eyes shut at the same time. "Sore, but otherwise alive and intact." Good enough for me, and it better be good enough for them, because I'm not gonna write a thousand word essay on the actions of that boy and his seemingly entitled and validated thoughts.

"Well that's good, I'll go get Dr. Wharton, he'll want to see you. I'm Rose and this is Joanna and we'll be your nurses for the time being, be right back." The first one, Rose, said, swinging the door open and waltzing out to fetch the doctor. Is it sad that I just got sexually assaulted and all I could think about is that girls plump ass swaying?

It is to me, at least, not even twenty four hours removed and I already find myself planning and plotting my next soiree, this time with a hot and sexy nurse with a name that hopefully matches the blush she'll wear down there too. Okay, bad Hinata, bad, regular thoughts, you're about to see a doctor, don't wanna work yourself up too much now.

She was pretty damn hot though. Her tan skin, flowing brown with blonde highlights hair, five foot stature, but she had some meat on her. Easily D cup breasts and an ass that put Erika to shame. It was huge but the shape it had...mmph, enough. Joanna was pretty fine as well, a Latina girl, the usual darker skin and lovely brown hair.

The way the scrubs hugged her hips drove me crazy though, and I just wanna...okay no that's enough Hinata, quit it, this isn't right. Good timing too, as the doctor strolled in with that confidence they wear on their chest. "Good morning Ms. Hyuuga, I'm Dr. Wharton and I'll be your GP in this case, how are you?" Same as I told the others.

But I fumbled on forming words as this doctor blew the nurses away. I thought it would've been a male since they dominate everything, don't I know it, but it was a woman and she was a dime. Five foot six inches, a hundred and thirty in all the right places, an ass to kill for, C cup tits that squeezed together perfectly and a smile that'll melt ice with a single stare, wink and it just might catch fire.

Now imagine that, ice literally sitting there flaming while melting, a thought that made me giggle a little before I answered the doc. "Fine, sore yes, but fine. I'm fully aware I got assaulted last night so don't even go there, it doesn't matter. It happened, it's over, I just wanna move on and get over it." Maybe a kiss from you will help?

Of course I didn't say that last part, as much as I wanted to it isn't the best plan of action right now for me. "Well that's good, I know it's a tough thing to handle." How so, doc? She must've caught my glare since she returned it. "You think you're the only one that's been through it? There's a reason I'm on your case, Hinata." Yeah, I figured...

I looked up at her, giving her a sympathetic look in return to hers pointed at me. "I'm sorry, it sucks but what can I do? Throw him in jail, maybe, but other than that there's no way to un-rape myself. I've been a pretty emotionally strong girl, I refuse to let this break me." I don't know where this resolve came from, but I kinda like it, honestly.

The doctor looked over at me and gave me a soft and sad smile before flipping open my file. "Well your mental resolve is great, so I don't need to recommend a psych doctor do I?" I vehemently shook my head, getting a giggle from the lady. "And physically you're wounded, but nothing you can't handle, but..." Ugh, there's always a 'but' in there.

Sighing deeply I looked Dr. Wharton in the eyes with a stare that just said 'come out with it already' because it's true, I don't wanna wait around for a overdramatic reveal, I think it's stupid and pointless, but then again look at me and where I am, so that should go to show you how much what I think matters right about now.

"Look, it's a precautionary thing the hospital board of directors issue that we keep you here for a week to observe you, and a call has to be made to you parents-" Okay, hell no, my dad doesn't need to know about this, then he'll order me home and I'll just have to deal with him and my sisters questioning, that's no bueno, doc, no bueno at all.

With a grunt I cleared my throat, cutting the doctor off and interrupting her speech. "Look, I get that I need to be here for 'observation', but there's no way I'm gonna let my dad get involved with all of this just yet. It's not something he'll take lightly, and right now isn't the best time, so can I just call him myself when I get out of here?" Please?

A deep and irritated sigh left the woman doctor as she thought it over, but only for a few seconds, before she delivered her answer. "I guess I can accidentally look over that small fact for the time being, I know I didn't want my parents knowing at first so I can give you at least that." Win for me, loss for...well, nobody, because this only affects I and I only. Not her, not the sexy ass nurses, not the shmucks on the board of directors, no one but me.

But all I could think to do was smile, flashing a bright one, one that was real this time. "Thank you! It's just so much easier if I tell him myself rather than a doctor." It would be if there was even a chance that I was actually gonna tell him. "I could kiss you right now, doc, yano that?" Okay, that last bit slipped out, making me blush in realization.

What surprised me, however, is the blush that got returned to me by the doctor, who was equally as flustered as I was. "T-thank you, Ms. Hyuuga, but please call me Doctor Wharton, Ms. Wharton, or even Janelle, since this is a personal case for me as well." Janelle, I like it, but I wonder if there's a Mr. Wharton. Judging by surname, I guess not.

I smiled again, flashing my teeth this time. "Okay, Janelle." I purred out, inwardly cursing myself for putting a seductive emphasis on her name. It seemed to work, though, as she quickly went to escape the room with a bow. "Hey, doc!" I called out, getting her to momentarily pause so that I could get in one last thing before she departed.

What was that? Well, it's simple.

"You can just call me Hina, love."

Game, set, now we just need a match.

July 7th, 8:45 pm.

Needless to say but I hate this place. I think the only thing keeping me going is Joanna and Rose, Ms. Wharton hasn't been by all that much since my little attempt at the not so subtle seduction of the doctor, which by the way would make a great story. But yeah, no, this is utter shit, my only happiness coming from seeing the two nurses and the doctor whenever she decides to drop by and check on me.

Why do I hate it so much? The food sucks, the 'entertainment', which is basically the same movies on repeat suck, and the only thing I've gotten to see that was worthwhile in my day here was a little bit of Rose's G-string and some cleavage from Joanna. It seems like since yesterday the doc has dressed a bit more, er, conservative.

Now is my favorite time though, medicine time, delivered by the sexy nurse that graces and also haunts my dreams. "Hey Rose, time for another round?" I asked the nurse who just nodded, dispensing the pills into my hand and setting a glass of water down on my bedside table, looking at me to make sure I took what I was given to take.

The nurse seemed angry, which was off from her usual bubbly and happy self, but I downed the pills nonetheless, sticking my tongue out comically to show her that I wasn't gumming them and saving them up. "Good, you're my most cooperative patient you know that, Ms. Hyuuga?" Who wouldn't wanna take orders from you and that ass, Rose?

A crazy person, that's who, and I, Hinata Hyuuga, am not crazy. Well, kinda, I do talk to myself a lot. "I didn't, but I'm happy to hear that. Although if I'm gonna call you by your first name you have to call me by mine, Hinata, okay? Turnabout is fair play boo, so don't be like that." Boo? Who the hell...ah never mind, it was just another mistake.

But I got a little giggle out of the nurse, who just smiled brightly and nodded, a small blush working it's way across her cheeks. "Okay, Hinata, I think I can do that." Step one is complete, now for step two. "It must get boring in here at night huh? I think I would go crazy with nothing to do. Well, besides study, of course." Study, got ya, this'll work.

I coughed a little to clear the hoarseness out of my throat before launching step two into action. "I know right? I've been using my phone a lot to just play games and text my friends but other than that I've been looking up things on the internet, did you know some doctors believe in masturbation as a cure to some ailments?" Sadly, that isn't a lie.

My goal got closer with that little bit, however, as the blush on her face got bigger with that taboo topic reference. "Y-yeah, I've heard of it but I don't believe it has any solid ground or evidence. My mom used to cuddle with me when I got sick as a kid and it did make me feel better though, so maybe it isn't all wrong..." That's what I wanna hear.

Let's close the deal, no? "Mhmm, that's what I mean really, physical contact can help fix a lot of mental wounds, it makes the real pain hurt a little less than it did before. But I haven't had anyone cuddle with me in so long that I'm dying on the inside for it." Judging by her ever-growing blush I think I hit a spot that needs to be hit...with a lick...

Okay you get the point, and so does she. "I know...my boyfriend dumped me earlier today so I'm in that boat with you Hinata." This couldn't have gotten any better for me.

I put on my best and saddest sympathetic face before crawling out of bed, walking up to the sad nurse. "Aww, I'm so sorry to hear that, Rose." I said as I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in for a tight hug, out breasts mashing together furiously. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better? Since you make me feel better every time you come with my meds, I feel as if I need to at least try. Anything." Emphasis on anything, baby, anything.

Keeping the hug tight I could tell she was getting turned on by our embrace, her nipples hardening and prodding mine in the process. "I-I don't know, there is something but it's a little, er, controversial, you feel me?" Oh I do, Rose, I really do, more than you think. But let's dig a little deeper and see if we can find out what this thing is, guys.

Loosening the hug I looked her in the eyes, squeezing her shoulders and rubbing them, massaging them lovingly and tenderly. "What is it? I'll do anything to help you out, no lie, just tell me what it is and consider it done Rose." I said, continuing the massage, trying to loosen her up and make her melt into me like a hot knife through frozen butter.

Her eyes caught mine and from then on out I knew what she wanted, her hands leaving my upper back and trailing down to the bottom of my gown. "I know what you want, Hinata, and I want it too. It doesn't even need to be named, let's keep it our little secret?" The second her hand reached my ass it was on, my lips diving onto hers quickly.

This wasn't a fiery kiss, though, more like a small, slow and loving one, one that lovers share, souls that are intertwined. I backed her up against the door to my room, which had a lock on it, weirdly, but I'm not complaining, so I locked it, barring anyone else from entering. It's weird because I'm under psych watch, so why can I lock my door?

From there we continued making out, as I walked her over to my bed and laid her down, throwing my legs over her hips and mounting her, raining kissed down onto her and her body, kissing her neck and cheek, biting her lip before slipping my tongue into her mouth, letting it explore all the crevices, the nooks and the crannies, all of it is great.

Working furiously and fiery I worked the nurses shirt up and over her head, momentarily breaking the kiss which was quickly resumed as Rose's hands ran up and down my back, untying the gown string. From there removing the thing was simple, just let it slide down my arms, and I did, leaving me bare except for the underwear I had on.

As you can imagine it isn't anything overly impressive, just a plain blue bra and mismatched pink full ass panties, because even the nurse I'm currently engaging in a hot and steamy sexual act knows that I'm not gonna be dressed to the nines while stuck in this hell hole known as a hospital. As much as I'd like to be doing this at my apartment by ourselves I can't, and it sucks, so what can I do?

I'll tell you what I can do, and that is make sweet, sweet love to this sexy ass nurse in my hospital bed, who just kicked and rustled her pants down to her ankles, kicking the light blue bottoms down and off the bed where they landed on the floor with a thud, which was her phone hitting the ground, I'm assuming, not like she cared though.

She continued with her exploratory adventure of my mouth with her tongue, lifting her back up off the bed and allowing me to slide a hand underneath it, grasping the latch of her bra and popping it open, allowing her tits to fall out and press against mine, which were still concealed by my bra, sadly, but that'll change soon, hopefully at least.

For once I was right, as Rose drug her nails up and down my back, making me shiver in anticipation of what was coming next. "C'mon now, Hinata, I can't be the only person with her bra on here, right?" She purred out, momentarily pausing the kissing as I shook my head, agreeing with the woman, who swiftly released my bra latch with speed.

I sat up, letting her get a good look at my massive cannons. "You like what you see, baby?" I asked, getting a vehement nod from my medically trained lover. "Hehe, well go ahead and give em a feel, they need a good massage, it's been a long time." That's a lie, but she doesn't need to know that right now, all she needs to know is me.

Her hands reached up my stomach slowly, grasping and groping each one of my tits as I threw my head back in pleasure, letting her continue her motions for a few minutes before cutting her off, raining more kissed down on her body, stopping to suck on her tits, leaving a few hickeys and circling her nipples with my tongue, flicking them hard.

But we were killing what limited time I'm sure we have, so it's time to get down to business. Kissing down her stomach I reached her waistline, stopping to nip with my teeth at the skin that hugged her hips, the hips that I wanna see shake in front of my face. Enough fantasizing though. I latched onto the fabric of her panties, pulling them down to her ankles before dismissing them from this bedtime encounter for the time being.

My mouth watered when I saw what was waiting for me, a perfectly wet pussy that was begging for my tongue to dive into it, but I have a better idea, something new, most likely for the two of us. "Mmm, sit on my face, Rose, let Hina eat all your problems away." I didn't expect her to say no, which she didn't, only nodding in agreement with me.

She stood up to let me lay down on my back, pushing my rear end down towards the end of the bed to give her a better position to mount my face. When she did it was, as I love to say in these situations, game time indeed, my tongue rushing into her as her hips bucked from the sudden pleasure she was receiving from me, her patient, funnily.

Tonight we aren't patients, though, we're lovers until that door get's unlocked, and I plan on treating her the same way I treat all of my lovers; with the utmost attention and the best of my tongue work and cunnilinguistics, something I'm glad to say isn't half bad. I think Rose would agree, but she's busy biting back moans, which was hard.

It's a fair assumption from seeing the way her face contorted with effort to not alert anyone to the activities going on in here. "H-Hina, I can't k-k-keep quiet for much longer baby, you gotta let me-oh!" Let her what? I got my answer when she rotated, turning her back to me and lowering herself, putting her head between my trembling legs.

Using her teeth to rip my panties down I gave her a little assistance, wiggling my hips and kicking them off, down onto the floor with the other clothing articles. Wasting little time she rammed her tongue into my pussy, licking up and down my folds and nibbling on my clit, almost a little too rough, but I loved it, my moans muffled by her thighs.

Her skills were better than I expected, though, and I found myself losing control, gripping her ass with my hands and digging my nails into them, leaving little red marks as she continued to expertly lick, suck and fuck my pussy with her tongue. Yet I regained control, continuing what I was doing from the beginning; trying to make this girl cum.

Not just cum, but completely lose her shit, and from the way she started trembling and putting temporary holds on her actions I was getting close, but her skills matched our levels, and now I'm sure we'll probably hit it at the same time. "R-R-R-Rose, I-I can't hold it..." I said, giving the girl warning before I exploded with pleasure, having a well needed orgasm and splashing juices onto the medical graduates face.

As I thought hers hit her a few seconds after mine, and she did the same to me, coating my face with her sticky but tasty juices. Licking them up off my face Rose moved out of her position, crawling up into bed with me and just laying there, basking in the moment and letting the realization of what we had just done set in.

I just fucked a female nurse in my hospital bed hours removed from the worst night in my life.

Well, so far it is, I've got years left though, I just need more nights like this.

July 9th, 1:15 am.

Joanna got sucked into a night shift where she pretty much only has me to deal with, and it's been a fun time so far. We've played board games, talked about the differences in America and Japan, flirted a little bit, but other than that it's been a boring night. Psych watch is the worst job ever, according to her, so what can I do to make it better?

Well that question will be answered pretty shortly. See, sleeping with Rose landed me one crucial piece of leverage that's needed to win this one over. What is that? Well, uh, turns out the woman that undressed and redressed me in my sleeping state was none other than the nurse in my room. Yep, ya girl got luckier than a motherfucker this time.

How to act on that, however, has broiled in my mind since the information first came to me the other night when me and nurse Rose were in bed having some post-coitus and post-post-coitus cuddling. Yeah, we went a second round later that night. Whoops. Oh well, not like it hurt anything, we already did it so why not go for one more round huh?

The time for action is now, though, so let's get it hot in here and take off all our clothes. "Man, I need to change out of these clothes. As fun as it's been actually wearing my normal clothes for once it's best if I just get into the gown again." I said, yawning and stretching my arms out as Joanna nodded, moving to give me privacy. "O-oh, it's okay, you don't have to leave, I might need help since I'm still a little sore." That stopped her in her tracks thankfully.

Standing up I walked over to the bag that my still unnamed savior collected for me and brought to me while I was slumbering last night, starting to remove my shirt when I faked a wince, acting like I was hurt so Joanna would spring into action. "Hey, I got you, don't worry about it." She said, pulling and tugging the loose tee off of my body.

Once she tossed it back into the bag it was time to get my pants off, and I 'somehow' managed to get them unbuttoned and unzipped, but getting them down was the harder part. Well, it would've been if I was actually injured, that is. Squatting down the nurse tugged and shuffled the jeans down, leaving me in just my bra and panties. Perfect.

Turning around and grabbing the gown I frowned, not wanting to put the ugly thing on. "Ugh, I wish I could just sleep like this, it's so comfortable and fun." Now the fun will begin, for me at least, as I did a little shuffle, making my tits and ass wiggle and bounce a little, as much as they could while I was all tied up with clothes like this, at least.

I could see a little curiosity grow in Joanna's eyes and a small blush working it's way onto her face. "Y-yeah, it would be pretty fun huh." Oh man, if only you knew, Joanna...

Just a little bit more and I'll be in...hopefully. "Mhmm, hey, we should totally have a sleepover, since you're stuck with me anyways, what do you say? Just us two girls, here in the room, alone." She's wavering, now for the killing blow. "At least I think it'd be fun, just relaxing in our jammies and playing around." Let's hope this worked now.

"U-uh..." C'mon, you know you want to. "I-I mean, if you don't mind then I guess we can." Awesome. Hinata-two, Nurses-zero. So far this is going well for me, now it's just down to the doctor, and that is gonna be the most fun one of them all. "But I don't have any jammies, so that sucks." I can't tell if she's baiting me now or not, this sucks.

Eh, who cares, imma bite the bait and go for it. I've made it this far, might as well go all the way. Putting on a fake frown I looked at her, downcast and all. "Aww, that's no bueno at all...but what if..." That got her attention, surprisingly easy too. "W-what if you got down into your bra and panties? No one will know, it's just two girls having fun and relaxing, right?" Well, to put it simply we're 'having fun'.

But that had an effect on her, more so than it did Rose, as she started stuttering, fumbling over her words and blushing like crazy. "Uh, I-I do-don't know, it's not w-w-weird to y-you?" I shook my head, just smiling at the nurse now, who mulled it over before answering. "O-okay, I'm game, just l-lock the door." Just like Rose, I just need a match.

I made my way over to the door, strutting and swaying my tail end like a duck while I was walking, grasping the door lock and twisting it with an audible click, informing me that the door was, indeed, locked. Now it's time to put a little pressure on my lovely assistant. Little did she know the roles were soon to be reversed, in my favor this time.

She made the grave mistake of turning her back to me and putting her hands on the railing at the end of my bed, allowing me the element of surprise, which, to no ones real surprise I'm sure, I took well advantage of, walking up to her and grabbing the bottom seam of her nurses scrub shirt, startling her, making her gasp and almost turn around.

But she didn't, actually surprising me, instead shooting me a questioning look over her shoulder, which was dusted with her brown hair in the form of a ponytail. "Hey, you've helped me dress and undress for the past couple of days, the least I can do is help you, right?" It was a question stated with the kind of innocence a little girl would have.

"Y-yeah, I suppose, you just startled me a little, Ms. Hyuuga." Please, call me Hina-chan. Smiling again I tapped the bottoms of her arms, silently ordering her to lift her arms up to let me remove her shirt, much like your mother would do to you. She followed my silent request, allowing me to slide the shirt up and off of her, giving her the chills.

Whether it was the cold A/C in the room or being damn near naked with me I have no idea, but she was wearing a light blue bra to go with her scrubs, now lets just see if the bottoms match what's up top, no? Squatting down I slowly, teasingly slid her pants down, revealing to me her matching panties, making me bite back the temptations.

And just like that we were both in our 'unmentionables', as my dad would call them, the poor nurse still not facing me. "C'mon Joanna, turn around, it's not that weird really, we could be completely naked." It's true, not like we're baring it all for a playboy magazine or something. I heard they pay good, especially for young, teenage Asian models.

The nurse laughed a little, the nerves evident in her little chortles and chuckles. "Hehe, we might as well be naked honestly, it's basically the same." Oh man, bad choice of words, my friend. With her words putting an idea into my heads I reached behind my head, quietly snapping my bra off and setting it down, not alarming Joanna at all.

Doing the same quickly with my panties I smiled, boosting myself up with a little pep talk before putting my body close to hers. "Like this?" I asked, dragging my nails down her back, skipping over her bra slowly, raising the tiny, invisible hairs on her body as she slowly turned around, her eyes widening at the sight of me in the nude, with a bold and vibrant smile on my face, posing with my hands on my hips like a dominant bitch.

Her stuttering picked up again as she stared at me, shocked to her core. "H-H-Hinata..." She sputtered out as I watched her eyes look me up and down, taking in me in all of my glory, nakedness and all. "W-we c-c-can't, this is s-so against the r-r-rules man, I-I can g-get f-f-fired, yano, and w-what if-" Enough of that talk, it's time to get busy.

Putting a finger over her lips vertically I shushed the woman, getting her to be quiet for the time being. "Joanna, baby, the door is locked, no one comes on this floor at night and c'mon, you know you want too, you're practically wetting your panties." I gestured down to her panties, which were indeed showing the beginning signs of her horniness.

Like putty in my hands she melted, instantly relaxing her body and letting me take control as I slid a finger under one of the shoulder straps on her bra, sliding it down slowly and gently, doing the same with the other one before pulling her bra down, the shoulder straps sliding down and off her arms as the bra settled on her waistline.

Reaching around and undoing the clasp on the bra I let it fall to the ground, leaving her D-cup chest exposed. Sinking to my knees I brushed her thighs with my lips, kissing them tenderly, my lips like a feather as I pulled and tugged her panties down to the ground, helping her slide them past her ankles and leaving her completely nude with me.

Not getting back up I took the lead this time, pulling her thighs apart and opening her legs, letting me get a good look at her wetness, which was literally dripping from her, splashing onto the floor slowly. Licking my lips and licking up the insides of her thighs, tasting her juices, I was satisfied enough to start my motions, licking up and down and getting her moaning and whimpering going, as she airily begged for more, a practically inaudible cry for my tongue.

I let this go on for a couple of minutes before her legs began to shake as she quietly moaned, grabbing my hair to support her before she fell onto her knees. "Hinata, please, n-n-no more t-teasing..." If you insist. Diving my tongue into her she yelped before biting her lip quickly, silencing what would've been a cry of ecstasy and pleasure.

Working my tongue up into her and devouring her, loving the taste of her on my lips, she started sinking to her knees, landing and resting her back against the bedrail as she moved into a sitting position, spreading her legs as wide as she could, allowing me to link legs with her in that fateful position I learned at my first party. Ironic? Kinda.

But we locked legs, starting to rub our pussies together as I sucked on her neck, trailing my tongue down to her tits as I licked and sucked on her nipples, maintaining control and composure, keeping the pace with the moaning and whimpering nurse, who threw her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying every minute of me and my set of skills.

Our clits started bumping together, sending a wave of pleasure into my and sending chills down my spine, making me lose control momentarily but I took control again a few seconds after, only to be surprised when she gathered herself enough to bury her face in my cleavage, cupping both of my breasts and massaging them and my nipples.

Her thumbs latched onto them, pinching them hard, forcing me to bite my lip and hold back a premature orgasm as she did the 'motorboat' to me, licking my cleavage as we both reached the end of the line, throwing caution to the wind and gasping, crying and moaning out in pleasure at the feeling of our respective orgasms gushing through us.

Was it better than the one I got with Rose? That's hard to say, they're almost even, but now there's only one more mission.

Dr. Wharton, Janelle, Ms. Wharton, whatever you wanna be called, I'm coming for you.

July 13th, 4:45 pm.

In all the time I spent in this hospital doing my thing and trying to sleep with both the nurses that cared for me while I was here I never quite realized what I was doing and just how deep this was going. It'd whimsical, yes, and stupid, yes, and mostly pointless and reasonless, yes, but this has already gone too deep, why not end with a bang?

One more thing that I never realized was how hard this was going to be, making it down that final stretch of road and hitting the jackpot that is Dr. Janelle Wharton, a twenty five year old woman with a college degree in psychology and being a doctor. Hey, I don't know what the degree is called for this, I'm no doctor, so give me a break, 'k?

As a matter of fact, she probably already knows of my mission to get in her pants, hell she's even been through what I've been through so who's to say that she didn't think like me after all she went through. She could've been torn up on the inside, threatening suicide or even attempting it, it could've been a familial assault, the problem is that I don't know. I don't know what her situation is, all I know is this is gonna be a bumpy yet fun and exhilarating ride, a conclusion to this chapter of my 'staycation'.

So here we are, well, here I am, sitting in my targets office waiting on her to appear so she can go through the paperwork with me, set me up for a follow-up with the police, get me all straight and ready to be by myself, the basic post-sexual assault shtick, I heard it's just something they have to do, another mundane part of their lives.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Hyuuga, are you ready to go home?" My temporary home here? Yes. My real home across the pond? That's a question for another day, my dear doctor.

But I put on the same old smile, kicking my legs back and forth like a child sitting in a big kid chair. "Mhmm, as much as I've loved the hospitality I can't wait to get home, a nice, hot shower sounds so good right about now." Sorry, this hospital doesn't have burning hot water, not in the sexual assault wing at least. Can't figure out why, though...

The doctor let out a single chuckle as she smiled back at me, splaying the paperwork out in front of me and beginning the motions and waves, pointing out what this means, what that means, sign here, initial here, you get the gist of it by now. Surprisingly this took all but fifteen minutes, the clock striking five o' five as she finished her lecture.

Standing up she offered her hand out for me to shake, something that kinda stuck it to me. No hug, nothing, just a handshake. "Well, you're all set to go home Ms. Hyuuga, just remember to go by the station and talk to the detective. Stay safe, okay?" Nah, sister, I'm not settling for a stupid little shaking of hands, that's not in my M.O., hun.

Flashing a smirk I engaged in my efforts, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst simultaneously. "Ne, Janelle, I though we decided it'd be cool if we referred to each other by our full names, no?" Got her there, and she knows it, lowering her head and blushing a little. "Also where's my hug? I'm not a handshake kinda gal.".

We stared at each other intently for a solid minute as if we were battling each other mentally before she finally caved in, sighing softly and buckling. "Okay, Hinata, I'm game, nothing wrong with a little hug, right?" This minx, I think she's on to me. But no worries, I prepared specifically in case I got to this moment, which thankfully I did just that.

How? Well, I wore a shirt that squeezed my breasts together, giving the best cleavage I've given in a long time, so when she hugs me I engineered the shirt button to rupture on her squeeze, showing even more cleavage and more of my skin, even letting her catch a glimpse of the bra I'm wearing, which is the colors of her college, dark purple and white. Yeah, it pays to do your research sometimes, y'all. Pay attention in school.

A few seconds later Dr. Wharton crossed her desk line, reaching me and opening her arms as I embraced her. Sure enough, when she squeezed me in her hug my button did go out, popping off and hitting the floor with a solid 'clack'. "Oops, I knew this shirt was tight on me but not that tight. It's okay though." I drawled, bending down slowly.

My cleavage was basically popping out of my shirt as I seductively retrieved the button from the floor, smiling the entire way. "Y-Yeah, accidents happen. Where did you get that shirt from? Most places will do free button replacement if you bought it there." She made a mistake, setting me up to take control, and she knows it. Accidents happen.

I smirked a little, preparing for this moment. "Oh, it was just some shop in the mall, can't quite remember which one, but it wasn't all that expensive. It was twenty in store but a hundred percent off at my house." I finished with a wink, a hot red blush overtaking the doctors face as I tried hard to hold in the howling laughter I wanted to expel.

What shocked me the most was when she recovered from the hit in just a few seconds, making the redness retreat as she donned a sick smirk of her own. "Oh really? I heard that your insurance is paying for this visit so even I am a hundred percent off." You little...ugh! I hate shit that can go two different fucking ways...touché, Janelle, touché.

Think, Hinata, think! "Oh really? At least you're getting paid for this so it's almost like you're a, well, what's the word I'm looking for? It's like a prostitute, but not." Oh man she is steaming like a vegetable right now, making me giggle a little as she breathed slowly and closed her eyes, collecting herself before responding in battle of seduction.

No clear winner was in sight as we traded verbal blows, neither of us wanting to make the physical leap yet. I quite like the verbal battles anyways. "Hmm, I know what you mean, but I'm not an angel. I appreciate the compliment, though, but even I have my darker sides." Nice, nothing powerful, but enough to push back at me.

But it's time I turned the heat up to eleven and killed this battle, taking steps towards her, our noses almost touching as I leaned in, whispering in her ear. "Oh yeah? I think there's more to you than meets the eye. Oh well, too bad I can't see what's hiding under this get-up, Janelle." Finishing with me pinching her shirt and pulling it back, letting it snap to her skin, making a point to nip her skin with my nails at the same time, driving her over the edge as she prepared to fire back at me.

"Such a shame, huh? I kinda wanted to see this shirt one hundred percent off, it's not everyday you get a deal like that." Oh so this is how we're gonna do it? Simple lil cheap pops and jabs at each other? I can't do this all day though, honey, so lets get down to brass tax, okay? Okay.

I grasped her wrist with my hand, slowly dragging it up my thigh and reaching the three button shirt I was wearing, running her hand up my side. "Mm, maybe you can, it's your choice, baby. I think I can give you a special deal, call it the doctors office special." I can tell she was fighting the urge to take me up on the offer, but who will win?

To my shock and awe I won, with little protest from the doctor, who quickly removed my shirt and tossed in onto the chair next to me, removing her doctors jacket and black undershirt right after, lobbing them onto the chair as well as this office got more heated and stuffier by the minute, continuing with me fumbling with my jeans button.

Once I got that figured out and my jeans unbuttoned I kicked off my sandals, dropping my pants and panties all in one go, leaving me completely nude except for my purple and white bra, which I also quickly removed, wasting no time in getting down and naked completely, smirking as the doctor eyed me, gazing over my naked body with intent.

Sexual intent, I'm assuming, because she made short work of the remainder of her clothes, joining me in the naked and horny club within a matter of thirty seconds. Now the question was this; who's gonna make the first real move. Well I was shocked again when the doctor took control, pushing me back and down into the empty chair, sinking to her knees and lustily licking her lips at the sight of my wetness and juiciness.

Before I had a chance to prepare her tongue found it's way inside of me as she licked and crammed her tongue into me, dipping it in and out with a fire and intensity I hadn't seen yet, which while it caught me off guard also drove me insane, getting some admittedly loud moans from me. "It's okay, no one's here, last person left at five, thankfully the doors automatically lock and no one can be let in without my permission." Smart move, doctor, smart move after all.

After that she was back to her actions, eating me out with even more vigor and making me moan even louder, partially because I know now that I can do so without the fear of anyone catching us in our taboo act. It's also illegal, I'm sure, since this is a workplace and these kinds of things aren't exactly related to work. Well, kinda.

Her hands gripped my thighs harshly as she devoured my pussy, even making the slurping noises. "A-ah, I can't take much m-more, doc!" I cried out, grabbing a two decent handfuls of her hair, crying out as I released myself, cumming all over the doctors face. But she didn't stop there, continuing her licking and driving me to four more orgasms.

Needless to say I was exhausted by that point, but the doctor wasn't done with me yet, retrieving a strap-on from a safe in her desk and putting it on. "You aren't done yet, are you?" Why I shook my head 'no', I have no idea, but I did. "Down on your hands and knees, doctors orders." Was I supposed to tell her no? Of course I did as she said!

When I got into her prescribed position she continued to surprise me, not lining up with my pussy but my asshole, sliding it into me slowly and rubbing my clit with her thumb to tease me as she found herself a rhythm, sliding the eight inch, decently thick cock in and out of me, making me grunt and whimper for her to pick up the speed, which she did, appeasing my wants and begs.

Her hand reached up and grabbed one of my tits, squeezing and pinching my nipples as her other hand continued rubbing my clit, occasionally sticking a finger or two into me and fingering me, which only made me cry out for even more. But she's only one woman, and she can't do it all by herself, so I started fingering myself, taking the pressure off of the poor doctor, who was continuing to cram and ram the fake cock into me with the same vigor and effort as just a couple of minutes ago.

Before I knew it I was cumming again, her actions drawing three more good, strong orgasms out of me. "N-no more, p-p-please, I've c-came s-s-seven times a-already, it's y-your turn." But that was never in the plan, was it doc?

She just laughed, standing up and helping me up. "I think we need to do this somewhere more private, how about later tonight?" Once again I agreed with her, nodding my head slowly as we got redressed. "Ten o'clock, be ready, I'll bring all of my toys, okay?" Another nod and I was on my way out.

My mission, however, was a success, and I even get an encore!

I wonder if Rose and Joanna are down for a threesome in the future...good thing I got their numbers.

July 21st, 7:00 pm.

Not gonna lie, it's been a fun week. The call to home explaining the hospital bill was fun, and it took all of my urging and crying and lambasting my dad with multiple heated and emotional claims that I'm okay and I will be okay to get him to let me stay here by myself. He wanted me to come home, but I decided not to, opting to stay here and suffer alone for now.

It's not like I've been completely alone, though, what he didn't know is my soiree with the nurses and doctor that spilled over into the weekday evenings, even though I know now that it's time to close the door on that chapter in my life, moving forward with a head full of steam. It'll be rough, yes, and I've had a couple of nightmares, but eh.

The police really did help in this situation, the man got a quick conviction and sentence of fifteen years to life in a max-security prison somewhere in the middle of nowhere at a place called the Ramsey l unit, whatever that means I have no idea, but I heard it's a prison harsh on people convicted of sexual assault, punished by them being assaulted.

Ironic? Yes. Do they deserve it? Not at all. Do I wish it on that boy? Well...ask me again some other day, because I'm about to drown my sorrows in vodka and cold whiskey.

There's just one thing I can't get out of my head, and that was the last words my dad spoke to me before telling me he loved me and he's sorry this happened and that he can't wait to see me when it's time for me to return. Those words were 'don't be surprised if you find yourself not alone, though, you have people here that love you'. It's like he's indicating that someone may come visit me, and the only one I can think of that actually would is Sasuke.

Naruto is already here, and he was understandably pissed at my attacker but completely fine with rescheduling any dates until I can 'recover from this atrocity' that I've been burdened with. Not that I mind it, though, I do need a little bit of alone time after this month turning out to be one of the busiest months I've ever had in my teenage years.

Scratch that, this has been the busiest month for me in the history of my existence, barring maybe my younger learning years. "One for the pain, one for the gain." I sighed out, downing two shots in quick succession, grimacing at the rubbing alcohol taste that vodka gives off before being soothed by the smooth, smoky taste of my friend Jack.

You see, me and Jack have been going out for a while, and even though I flirt and occasionally cheat on him with Captain, Evan and Jim, he still welcomes me back with arms as open as my legs when I see a hot chick. I think I might be gay, sometimes, but then I remember that dick is good too, so I just settle for both. It's not so bad, honestly.

No, the only new and mildly bad thing I've introduced to my life to cope with the horrific happening of July the fifth was finding Tumblr. It's like blogging but for angsty, sad, depressed and suicidal teens. All you do is 're-blog' something, post your own stuff like videos, text posts, quotes, gifs, you name it and it's there for the world to see it.

Druggies, too, have made a home there along with the cam-models, pornographic photo/video sellers and dudes just trying to get women to get naked for them online, which is lame in my opinion. Why are you gonna wanna try to talk a girl into it when you can't even touch it, sometimes even blatantly harassing them into doing as you speak.

With that being said I am guilty of snapping a few 'risqué' photos myself, but nothing nude. In hindsight I'm not even mad about it, it's helped me find multiple sellers of any kind of drug that tickles your fancy in the big H area. Pot? Yep. Pills? You got it. Meth? Sure. Heroin? Surprisingly so, yes. If it exists and you want it, give me an hour and I'll most likely be able to score it, even for free. Sexual favors do go a long way, yano?

Especially for someone who doesn't want their dad seeing the massive withdrawals of money for the drugs his daughter has been buying, I think he'd just about die and give me the worst haunting for the rest of my miserable, broken life. Am I over-exaggerating? About my life being ruined, yes, but the drugs are just the harsh truth.

The day after I got home from the hospital, after sleeping off the raucous and intense sex me and Janelle had, I went and bought a half a pound of weed just so I can sit here and try to smoke myself into a coma. It's been a week since then and I've only smoked maybe five percent of that, so I started rolling two and three gram blunts to smoke.

I've flirted with cocaine a little bit more but other than that I'm not doing bad for myself, staying inside ninety-five percent of the day and just playing my new little toy that I bought for myself, a Fender acoustic guitar from the local guitar store. So far it isn't all that bad but I've never been that musically inclined guitar chick, so it's gonna be hard.

While it wasn't so hard getting the basic G-C-Em-Am-D chords down it's the barre chords that have stuck it to me, because not everyone has the flexible and durable fingers needed to perform these chords right when they first start playing, so I combatted that with playing the 'mini' F and using transposition to change the key to suit me better.

What was the first song I learned? Well...

Would you dance if I asked you to dance?

Would you run and never look back?

Would you cry if you saw me cryin'?

Would you save my soul tonight?

Cheesy as it is I love this song, so go fuck yourself kindly. I could play this song over and over and again and never get sick of it honestly, I've held an obsession with this hit since I was a little kid. Dad told me when it came out in two thousand and one that mom would sing it to me often until her passing in two thousand and four so it holds high sentimental value with me. It'll probably be played at my funeral, whenever that is.

Would you tremble if I touched your lips?

Or would you laugh? Oh please tell me this.

Now would you die for the one you love?

Hold me in your arms tonight.

It's the chorus that kills me the most, she used to sing it so perfectly and beautifully, something that I can't even attempt to recreate. Not in this lifetime or the next, nor ever to be completely honest. To me it's just one of those performances that you don't wanna risk fucking up by trying to copy it, especially someone who can't sing too well.

I can be your hero baby.

I can kiss away the pain.

I will stand by you forever.

You can take my breath away.

The pure emotion and feelings exerted through the song...man, I can't do this tonight. "Fuck this, let's do some more shots." I grumbled to myself, reaching for the bottle of whiskey sitting on the coffee table, dumping some of it into one side of a double sided shot glass, filling the other with Smirnoff vodka, something I've taken a liking to.

After the party the vodka just kinda stuck with me, something that I'm not sure why I like it, the only thing I do know is that it is pretty good, just no one really gives vodka like that a good enough chance. Paired correctly and it can go well, like a screwdriver or a vodka painkiller...okay, I think I'm drinking too much now, I'm talking like I'm old.

"Bah, whatever, I'll do whatever the fuck I want." I slurred and cursed out, knocking back the half and half whiskey and vodka double shot, losing the grimace from my last shot as the alcohol started doing it's job, impeding my logical thought and giving me that 'I'm drunk as fuck' feeling that I've been craving all day...okay maybe I was right.

One hour and six more double shots later and I was about ready to try and dance with a lamp when a resounding knock rang through the apartment. It sent chills down my spine as the memories of what happened last time someone other than the delivery guys knocked on my door, but the alcohol helped me bite back the fear as I approached the door slowly, gazing intently through the peephole, a newer and clearer one I had installed with the permission of the landlord, who didn't care after hearing of my attack.

I wasn't prepared for what I saw, though. It wasn't Sasuke, nope, but another person I haven't spoke with in a while, a few months to precise, before my downfall. Here's the hard part; debating on whether or not I want to open the door. Sober me says no, drunk me says fling the door open. Can you guess which side of me won this battle?

If you guessed drunk me, then you would be right, as I opened the door, looking my nighttime intruder in his dull, brown eyes. "Shika..." I said, trailing off as the thoughts I had prepared and the words I had planned on hitting him with fled me, floating away into the night sky. "W-wha are you doin' here? We haven't spoke in ages!".

He just chuckled, smelling the alcohol on me surely. Not like he needed to, my dumbass forgot to put the bottle down before I answered the door. "Ma, ma, fear not my long lost friend, your father didn't send me here, I came on my own accord. Can I come in?" Like I was gonna deny him, it has been a while after all and I really wanna hear this.

Ushering him in I patted the couch cushion next to the one I was sitting on as he took a seat, leaning back and yawning a little. "Wanna drink, friend?" I said, letting a little of my venom loose on that last word. He shook his head no, taking the bottle from me and setting it down. "Okay then, what could you possibly want?" Spit it out already, lazy.

Looking at me he just smirked, pouring out a shot and shrugging his shoulders lightly. "Might as well, imma be here for a minute anyways." He said before downing a double shot of whiskey with ease. "Better, now, let's get down to it. I'm gonna be here for school this semester at a local specialty school, you already know what for." Unfortunately.

"Is thish that cyber bullshit yew're intuh?" The question came out slurred but still intelligible as I knocked back another shot, lighting a cigarette and loving the nicotine high.

A chuckle came out of him as he grabbed my pack, tapping one out and lighting it. "Ah, taking after me I see, and yes it is. If I like it here I plan on staying for college so I figured I might as well smooth things out with you while I'm here. I miss you, Hinata, we all miss you, believe it or not." I don't, and he knows it, so why even say that?

Standing up I took a swig of vodka straight from the bottle, wiping the remnants from the corners of my mouth. "Ha, that's fucking hilarious, it really is! If I remember right you were the one that stopped talking to me because of Sakura's boneheaded decision to off herself, so don't even say that you miss me. I'm not a charity case either so if ya think doing this will 'save' me from going down her route after my attack then you're sorely, sorely mistaken, pineapple for brains." How I said that and remained intelligible is anyone's guess right about now, because even I don't know how the fuck I did.

Putting a hand over his face and wiping his eyes he sighed deeply, preparing to respond to me. "That's not it, Hinata, not even close to the truth. I fucked up, not you, we all fucked up and we all know it, it just so happens that I'm the only one with the balls to come and apologize to your face. I'm sorry." Sorry...right...he's sorry alright...

I started laughing, quiet at first, until it became louder and louder, hitting full guffaw mode. "Ha! You're sorry indeed, one sorry ass friend! Do you have any idea how big of a piece of shit I felt like? I felt responsible for her death, Shikamaru, do you know how that feels even in the slightest?" I need some more shots, whiskey here I come.

Shika put his hands on his knees, boosting himself up and standing up with me as I circled and drunkenly danced around the living room to the music I was playing. "No...no, there's no way I could, but I just want to have you back as a friend! I said I'm sorry, what else can I say?" How about nothing? You can leave, yano, the door is right there.

Taking another strong swig on the whiskey I slammed the bottle down onto the table, coughing at the gulp I took. "Ne, you could try leaving me be, let me live over here in peace, a place that gives me a break from having to face her ghost every single fucking day. She was my sister in all but blood, you know this too." And now she's gone, so...

With a heavy sigh he locked eyes with me, and in that moment I saw it, the want and need to patch things up with me. "Yeah, I know, trust me I do. But her death affected more than just you, Hina. It hurt me too, and Sasuke, and everyone else that knew her. Look, I just want a chance to make things right with you now that I'm gonna be here in the states for a while, this is my chance, don't rob me of that please." I...I guess I can do that...

"...Damn it, Shika, I've already had a helluva week and now I can't even get drunk or smoke pot in peace. But okay, you can stay with me tonight if you want, the girls aren't using their rooms since they're gone so I don't mind if you bunk with me. I, however, am going to continuing getting drunk." Good luck stopping me anyways, he's too lazy.

He flashed a small smile, nodding happily before going to fetch his luggage from whatever car he took here. I keep forgetting he's a fucking genius and he knows how to plan for shit well in advance. Being almost a year my senior does that for you, obviously, as I don't even know how to drive yet. Oh well, that's just another thing to fuss over.

But fuck this, it's time to get higher than gas prices on the west coast.

Or so I've heard.

8:00 pm.

I made my way into Ada and Isa's room, showing him the bed that he'd take for the night. "Ada's? Any specific reason you chose her?" Well, mainly because she's my least favorite bitch in the bullpen. We had, once upon a time, a nickname for our group given out by a group of football players at high school, but it's dead and long, long gone.

Turning to the pineapple haired boy I grinned, puffing on the cigarette that I was smoking in her room, purposefully. "Yeah, she's a bitch and we love to fuck with each other so this is my way. Not like she'll know. Also, she hates cigarettes so feel free to smoke as much as you want in her room as long as you're here." Fuck that bitch, anyways.

Walking off and letting him get settled in I went into my room, changing out of my jeans and tee shirt combo and into a pair of basketball shorts that fit my form perfectly, a loose tee shirt topping off the new outfit for the night. Last thing before heading back out front is my purple and black drawstring backpack, which houses all of my pot stuff.

Of course the whole half isn't in there, just the stuff I'm smoking tonight; Green Crack. It's not as relaxing as I want but it is what it is. Also in the backpack is my rolling tray, a grinder, and about six different types of cigarillos acquired from your local corner store that just doesn't give a fuck who they sell their cigars and cigarettes to, surprisingly.

As much shit's been spread about America having tough alcohol, tobacco, weed and firearm laws I've seen multiple people just walk around smoking the chronic, pistol softly tucked away in their pants and a massive beer in their hands. Maybe it's just my area, maybe it's not, but maybe, just maybe...maybe it's Maybelline...shut up, I'm funny.

Plopping down on the couch I flipped the TV on and over to the metal music channel provided by the cable company, which was actually pretty damn good, Holy Diver by Dio currently playing. Breaking the sack open I grab a good sized two gram nug and broke it up so it'd fit in my grinder before grinding it up and dumping it out onto the Marley rolling try I had, because why the hell not? It's fucking Bob Marley.

Tonight, however, I decided to try these new hemp wraps that my dealer gave me. They're the same length as a regular cigarillo shell but twice as wide, allowing for a bigger and better roll, which is always good in my opinion. Cracking the foil wrapper open I set the wrap down, taking pinches of the ground up stuff and filling it up the hemp wrap.

"Damn Hina, didn't know you became this big of a stoner since you came here. If your dad knew he'd kill you." Oh trust me, I know, but what did I literally just tell him about fucking with me while I'm trying to get high/drunk? "Oh don't glare at me like that, if it makes you feel better even I started smoking it." Wait what? There's no fuckin' way!

A few chuckles escaped me as I licked the glue strip on the wrap, rolling it with perfection and ease as it stuck, making a perfect blunt as I looked at the man. "I call major bs man, there's no fucking way your mom let you do that! She'd kill you quicker than my dad would kill me, and you know it's true too so don't deny it." That woman is crazy.

Giving me a look that said 'try me, bitch' he slid something out of his pocket, the foil crinkling giving it away before it was even revealed. "Well, here's your proof, why do you think I was in the room so long?" He said, reaching into the wrapper and pulling out a decently rolled, decently sized blunt, sitting down next to me and sparking it up.

Taking a long drag off of it he blew the smoke into the air, sighing in bliss. "Ne, guess I was wrong." I laughed out, lighting my own and doing the same as him as the tunes from the TV kept coming. "Screw this, TV, open Spotify!" I called out, watching still in awe as the device followed my vocal request, opening the app and displaying all of my various playlists as I perused my options, settling on my 'random shit' playlist, which was really random but dominated by classic rock and metal, from the eighties to recent.

In a surprising but welcome turn of events the first song played was Get Stoned by Hinder, one of my all time favorites. "Ha, go figure, this song rips though, especially when you're actually getting stoned." Glad he approves of my music, something else he never did. Just how much has this motherfucker changed in the past few months?

As the marijuana burned we swapped stories and turns out he's always been into rock and stuff he just never came out with it. Something about his mom would've killed him, something we covered earlier and multiple time since then. "Aren't you glad to be away from all that drama though?" I asked, finishing off the blunt and snuffing it out.

The look he gave me screamed that he agreed, but his words came out relaxed and, well, high. "Hell to the yeah, it's been a ling month since everything happened, and just so you don't ask em at a bad time yes, me and Temari are done. She moved on to bigger and better things, so there's that." He ended with a laugh, but a sad one this time.

I looked at him and gave him a small frown before smiling sadly, patting him on the shoulder and passing my newly rolled blunt to him. "Well we can finally do what we never got the chance to do over there; get high as fuck and just relax." Unfortunately all of the other ways I know to make him feel better are sexual acts, and he's my best friend.

Even as much as I sleep around I wouldn't sleep with my best friend...unless her name is Ash...fuck. Well even I surprise myself every now and then. "Uh, earth to Hinata? Oi girl, you okay? You've been staring off into space for a couple of minutes now." Oh, woops. If it makes it any better I'm not thinking of his penis...okay fucking hell, I am.

Looking at him and giving him a smile I accepted the blunt he was passing back to me. "Sorry, it's been a long week as you know, I'm sure." I passed off the excuse and took a drag off the device, letting the THC swirl in my lungs before expelling it into the air that was already congested with the smelly, high-inducing smoke, not that we mind.

When this one was finished I went into my room and cracked the windows, since my room faced a small back walkway no one would really notice the smoke leaking out of my apartment. But when I went back to the living room I saw something that infuriated me. This motherfucker would be sleeping on my couch already, like a big ol party pooper.

The thing that really caught my eye is he left his belt undone and his pants unbuttoned, more than likely because he had to fly in those clothes and they're probably annoying him by now, why he didn't just go and change is anyone's guess. However my eyes couldn't avert from his crotch area as my mind raced with thoughts, a few of them being ones that tempt me the most, accentuated and boosted by my crossfaded state, drunk and high.

I took a few small steps and moved close to him, shaking him to see if he was really asleep, which he was, judging by the fact that he didn't even move. And just like that my decision became even easier yet also harder. All I have to do is just barely unzip his pants and then I can get a look at what my mind is picturing already.

Is it big? Small? Thick? Skinny? Fuck it, I'm going for it. Moving my hands slowly I gripped the sides of his pants waistbands, pulling them down at what felt like a micrometer per millennia, but eventually I got them down low enough, seeing the beginning of his shaft and stopping to take a couple of strong swigs of vodka and a swig of whiskey.

They call it liquid courage for a reason, right? Okay, here goes nothing. Grasping his boxers I tugged on them, getting them down far enough to see the part where his shaft ends and where tip begins. A little bit more and his cock was completely out, which was when I dropped his boxers, leaving him exposed on my couch, completely asleep.

Now there's another mental debate; to try to suck it or not. "It's not like he'd mind, he's a guy, they love head..." I grumbled to myself, taking one more swig of each of the liquors and sinking to my knees, positioning myself in between his legs and eyeing the soft, flaccid state of his cock, which has to be about seven-ish inches hard.

With a deep breath I slowly and gently wrapped my hand around his member, rubbing and tugging on it until it got a little stiffness to it, enough for me to start sucking on it.

Putting just the tip in my mouth I began my motions, bobbing my head up and down on it at a slow pace, feeling it grow harder and harder in my mouth, but he hadn't woke up yet, so that's a good thing. But here I found myself sucking on my best friends cock while he's asleep after we smoked and drank, which is ironic now that I think it over.

But instead of stopping I picked up the pace, cupping his balls with my hand and massaging them until I felt that twitch that let me know what was coming. Holding his cock still in my mouth I swirled my tongue around the head while continuing my ball-sack massage until he erupted, shooting a massive load into my mouth which I swallowed, all of it, with ease, not missing a single drop of his rather admittedly good tasting cum.

And then he finally spoke, breaking the silence and making me jump out of my skin. "You know, as much as I hate to admit, that was great. But if you wanted to experiment with sexual stuff you could've just asked, yano." Even when he's drunk, high and just got a blowjob he has to be a fucking smart ass. It's only natural for Shikamaru Nara.

Standing up I shot him a glare before mounting him, sitting my still clothed ass down onto his semi-erect penis. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me. If I'm being honest this was gonna happen one of these days before we married, right?" I asked, getting a laugh and a nod from my reestablished best friend and now lover.

His hands slid up my sides, making me shiver as his calm and slow touch as he responded vocally. "I'll be honest, I've thought about you sexually before, but we were best friends so I didn't wanna make anything awkward. But now that I've got you here, sitting on my lap, I can't help it anymore, Hina." Me either, Shika, me either...

My shirt slid up and over my head, revealing my braless chest to him, which got ogled by him for a good minute. "What? Never seen some big ol tits like this before, Shika?" I asked, smirking at him as I stood up and turned my back to him, slowly and seductively pulling my shorts down and tossing them into a dirty clothes basket in the corner.

Turning back around and throwing my legs back over him I rubbed my pussy lips against his cock, finally letting it slide into me after a minute of teasing him. It felt amazing, having someone fuck me with my permission, and it's someone I know too, so it makes it a little more comfortable for me. "Mmm Hina, ride my cock please." As you wish.

I let my tits rest against his chest and shoulders as I raised and lowered my hips, moaning freely now and picking up the pace, my body begging for more of his decent sized cock in me. While it was admittedly a boring fuck it felt better than some of the more 'exciting' ones, as I rode his cock just like that until he was ready to orgasm again.

When he said he was I hopped off of him, kneeling before his now-standing figure and let him explode all over my chest, coating it with his hot, white and sticky seed. And, to no ones surprise, I scooped it up with my fingers, licking them clean and wiping the rest off with some baby wipes which I always keep on standby. A little planning before the act can save you in the aftermath of the act.

His hand shot out to help me up, which I accepted gladly as he helped me redress, neither of us breaking the silence until I did. "Is this...awkward to you? Because, for some reason, it really doesn't feel that awkward to me." Well, considering I just fucked my best friend it's not that awkward, just kinda weird, I just don't know what to say to him.

Good job? 'A' for 'awesome'? Maybe give him a trophy? "Haha, no it isn't. It's just sex, yano? It's a way to get to know someone in the ultimate, deepest way possible. We've been friends since we were born, Hinata, and we're both still teens, so this isn't anything 'weird' or 'abnormal', not to me at least. And it's not like we're madly confessing our undying feelings for each like some bullshit cliché movie, so we're good, right?" Yeah, yeah we are...but just one thing bugs me...

"W-what if...what if we kept doing it? It wouldn't be weird to you then?" He shook his head as I flashed myself a mentally wicked grin.

"Nah, why do you ask-oh!"

He's obviously never went more than one round with someone before. "Come one Shika, I made you cum, now you have to make me cum, it's only fair." It really is.

"Troublesome woman...fuck it, let's go."

Glad you came around, Shika-kun.

July 22nd, 5:45 pm.

Call me a slag for sleeping with one of my best friends, but we mutually decided it would be best if we relaxed on it. As fun as it was, and it really was, but it's not something that I can see us doing in the long stretch of things. It certainly did feel good waking up to someone else in the apartment, waking up and being alone sucks hardcore ass yo.

We're not dating either, per se, just accompanying each other to places, like the party we're going to tonight down in a city an hour or so southwest of Houston. From what I got told by my friend it's a 'real redneck' party so she sent me links to a few shops in our area to buy some western wear so we blend in and don't stick out like a sore thumb.

Man, if only you could see me dressed up like I'm from an old eighties western movie. My hair is tied into a mid-to-high ponytail, which was then stuck through the strap on a camo baseball hat, the Houston team of course. On top I'm wearing a pink and white flannel pearl snap long sleeved dress shirt, paired with jean booty shorts, a western belt with a sparkly little buckle and a pair of brown with pink and purple lacy designed boots to top it all off.

Honestly, before today I didn't even know all this 'western' style clothing was a real thing. I had always heard about it from my dad, but it wasn't something I bought into till earlier today when I stepped into my first country clothing store. And the clothes, well, they feel good, just comfortable, something I can get down and party in tonight.

They may look uncomfortable but once you put it all on you'll be surprised at how it all feels, especially the boots, since they've always had that tough dude stigmata attached to them. But they're actually fine if you buy them in the right size and right style. Obviously the steel toed work ones are more rigid and stiff than the 'dancing' equivalent.

What made me laugh the most was seeing Shika dress up, something he never does...never. But tonight he was donning a red and black flannel shirt tucked into a dark blue pair of jeans, held up by a mans western belt and buckle, and leading down to his boots, which were like mine but with earthy colored lace designs up the side of the shafts.

Now next things next; alcohol and smoke, as they call it. "Ma, ma, are you sure this is gonna work? I know you know how to get alcohol but I don't believe you can just waltz into the liquor store and just buy it like that, no issues at all." Obviously he doesn't know that I've been to this place before and it ended, ahem, well for both me and him.

Giving Shika a little smile and an enthusiastic thumbs up I looked to settle his worries. "Why don't you come in there with me then..." But this is gonna need just a little extra oomph and convincing. "...sissy boy." Now he's not one of those egregiously though guys, but even he doesn't like to be talked down on and made fun of. Guys, amirite?

He shot me a dirty glare before turning the car off and thrusting the keys into his pocket with vigor. "Whatever, but if this goes bad and the cops get called-" He never got the chance to finish that statement as I just grinned and left the car, with him following behind me as soon as he got the chance to exit the car and shut the door, locking it up.

When we got in there I saw my currently favorite dude, the cashier from last time, unfortunately for him we can't do any 'extracurricular activities'. At least not till I get home and have the time. Luckily I texted him and confirmed that it'd be okay for this one time, leaving me and Shikamaru free to shop around, where we eventually settled on two bottles of the famous Jack Daniels, a bottle of my second lover Smirnoff, he got a bottle of Captain Morgan white rum and two twenty four cases of a couple of generic beers.

Generic as in Bud Light and Coors. Beer was never my thing but when I've got a few in me I'll start throwing them down. "Party tonight in the country huh?" Trevor said as he scanned the items and brought up the total to a little over a hundred dollars. "Wanna bring something to, er, impress those kinds of people?" Impress them? I'll bite.

Nodding to him he smiled and reached under the counter, grabbing a mason jar full of clear liquid and brought it up, the name instantly popping into my head. "Ah, I'll admit that I wasn't expecting you to have moonshine. One ninety?" I asked, getting a nod from the cashier who made a 'zero' sign with his hand, telling me it's on the house today.

"Yeah, I can't legally sell it so I'll consider it a favor for your favor. It's strong, though, so be careful, even experienced drinkers have a hard time drinking this stuff straight. I tried and, well..." He trailed off with a sheepish grin and nervous laughter indicating that the end of that statement is most likely embarrassing or just plain out dumb.

Laughing with him I waved it off, sliding the card through the machine and smiling when I got the all clear to take the bag, waving goodbye to my cashier friend before hiding the liquor in the spare tire tool compartment in the car that Shika brought over here, his four year old Dodge Challenger Hellcat, a powerhouse American old style muscle car.

To put it this way Shika is much like me, his dad is a very, very high up official in the Japanese military. How high up I can't tell, even Shika doesn't really know what his dad does to a full extent. His mom, however, is a skilled baker, running a nice little bakery in the downtown-ish area of Osaka, our hometown where we spent our younger lives.

So it came as no surprise to me when I found out he brought the black with red dual racing stripe car over here, which had to have cost a good amount. "Two thousand bucks just to ship it here on a boat while I flew over here. Ain't that some shit?" Yeah, it is, but he at least has his license, which was 'a pain to get transferred over here, but that's the perks of having a dad in the government of a nation that has good relations with-' and I trailed off there, already knowing the story.

With a rumble the car started, and we were on our way there, awaiting what was waiting for us.

7:30 pm.

After a little delay to grab some fast food we found ourselves at the location, pulling up to a metal gate that was hanging ajar and driving right past it and into the property of the person I know. I know a lot of people now, don't I? Strange how things change in a matter of a simple month, really, if only pops could see me now, in my 'prime'.

Driving down this dirt road for about five minutes, and going about forty five might I add, we found ourselves driving up into a field where there was about fifty cars parked in perfect unity, which was the real shocker to me. Massive lifted trucks, Jeeps and various other types of cars spattered this makeshift parking lot as I pointed to an open spot.

"Looks about as good as we'll get, right?" I asked, getting a nod from my strange-haired friend as he swung into the spot, throwing it into park and exiting his car and making his way to the trunk where all the goods were stowed. "There's a lot of people here already man..." I breathed out, taking in the sight before retrieving the liquor we bought.

Shika chuckled a little, opening the ice chest we brought which was already full of ice and started stowing the bottles of beer in it. "Yep, but you don't think I expected a lot of people here? From what I've heard these parties get insane, Hina." I think that's the general stigma about country parties. Loud, crazy, and usually police free, thankfully so.

Once all of the beer was put away we slid the bottles of liquor on top, barely fitting them but somehow getting them in there and getting the lid to shut. The only thing that I didn't put in there was the 'shine, that's tucked into my purse. "Ready?" I asked, getting a nod as we lifted the ice chest out of the trunk and shut it, the car honking to let us know that it was now locked with the press of a button on Shikamaru's key fob.

Mind you we only got twenty feet down the pathway heading towards the grounds before someone rolled up on an ATV, his friend following behind him. "Hey there, y'all want a lil help getting that cooler up onto the grounds now?" The man said in his southern accent, the twang that's ever-present on TV being spot...well mostly, it is a little blown.

Looking at Shika he just shrugged as I looked back at the man, smiling and nodding. "Sure, I'm Hinata by the way, and this is Shikamaru." If they didn't know we were from another country before they sure as hell do now, as both the young, twenty-something year old men looked at us strangely before one of them let out some tiny chuckles.

"Hoo man, sorry guys, I don't mean any offense but I apologize ahead of time for any assholes who make fun of you, but don't be hurt if I forget your names. I'm gonna take a wild, educated guess and say you're...Asian?" Educated guess my ass, it should be plain and obvious for everyone to see that we are, indeed, not of this country, honestly.

Then the other guy chipped in, looking to boost us up at the expense of his buddy. "Aw don't worry about 'ol rascal here, we just don't see many fellers from other countries over here a lot. At least ya speak English, something he has a hard time doing when he gets a few beers in him, right buddy?" Said buddy shot him an intense death glare.

And then they both cracked up laughing, prompting me to have a little fun with them, grinning sinisterly at Shikamaru. "Yā, shikamaru, watashi wa karera ga nomu koto ga dekiru to iu koto ga wakatta." Which translates to 'Hey Shikamaru, I got a buck that says we can out drink them', which was met with one of two reactions by our little crowd.

The first one, Shikamaru's, being boisterous laughter from my jab at them and their reaction to my use of my native language. "Ne, Hinata, koko de watashitachi o utsudarou ne, karera no han'nō ga mieru?" Which is, simplified, 'hey, shut up or we're gonna get shot'. Flashing him a smile I just looked over to the two men, which brings me to two.

"Uh...what?" A dumbfounded and flabbergasted look as we made jabs at them without even actually making any real jabs at them, except for mine. "Oh, I get it! He made a joke about you at least speaking American and then you're fucking with us by speaking, er, well...I don't really know, Chinese?" Chinese? I'm hurt and minorly offended now.

With a small little laugh I just shook my head. "It's okay, it's Japanese by the way, we both came from a city called Osaka. We speak both languages fluently and I speak an extra language, German, basically fluently as my roommate is from Germany. But we should be getting to the party, no?" I asked, getting a nod from everyone as we lifted the ice chest up, sitting it down on the storage area of the four-wheeler, securing it with bungee cords and some weight. Can you guess who's weight?

Now identifying themselves as Rascal up front and Tucker behind him, Tucker informed me to hop up on top of the cooler and hold onto his shoulders. He was a tall man who had to be easily six foot four to six foot five on a close to two hundred pound frame, and Rascal was about the same, maybe an inch or two shorter but similar build and such.

I did as he informed, Shika being the lucky one who got to ride on a regular seat on the other mans ATV as we set off towards the property, which we soon found out was not something we expected. "It's a plantation style house, sixteen bedrooms, each with their own bathrooms, five other normal restrooms, it's a thing of beauty." Or so I'm told.

It's not that I didn't believe them, but there was some doubt in my mind until we tore through a shortcut trail and directly into the backyard area, an area bigger than ten of the houses from my first party put together. "Damn Hina, that's a big ass fire..." Shika whistled out, gawking at the bonfire that was blazing in the center of the wooded area.

And it really was a big one, I've seen pictures before but being right next to one is pretty, well..."Sweet..." I said it best, hopping off the ATV and unstrapping the cooler and, with Tucker's help, set it down on the ground. "Thanks, you want a beer or something? We brought plenty to share tonight." I offer as the duo thought it over for a second.

With two solid nods and the thud of their boots hitting the ground the party had officially began for us.

Only time will tell what the night has in store for us, now.

A/N: Hoo, boy was this...fun, just fun. It feels like it took forever to write this, and to be honest it really did to me. But having to work on my car almost every day just to get it running and on the road again was a factor in me losing sleep and motivation as well as the most important thing to me; inspiration. I lost it, I really did, but I finally, after slowly piecing my life back together, I've found it again.

Harvey sucked a lot of life out of me but today, November 4th, 2017, I finally found my life again. So here's chapter two, sorry about the sexual assault scene, ja ne!