6:08 am Sunday Morning

I woke up with the taste of vile in my mouth and opened my eyes to unclothed tanned shoulders and a bob of dark brown hair. I froze as I laid in confusion of who the mystery girl was. Think Gendry. What did you do last night? Or rather who did you do?

As if the girl responded to his thoughts she rolled around so that she faced him. He felt suddenly felt nauseous when he saw her face. He quickly put his fist against his mouth holding in a gasp of disgust in himself. He closed his eyes as he tried to piece the previous night together. How could I do this? How could I have the audacity to ever look at my bestfriends again?

12 hours earlier…

I collapsed on my bed as I entered my flat. Jon and Rob were surprisingly not home yet. I closed my eyes for a second wishing that I could go straight to bed, but I knew I couldn't. It was Rob's 21st birthday and he was throwing a house party. I had worked a 10 hour shift at the local mechanics and I felt as if my legs could no longer hold my own body weight. I had known Rob and Jon who are half-brothers and the best of friends three years ago when we all started college together. We hit it off immediately and soon enough the three of us became best mates, we moved out of the dorms into our own flat down the road from college half a year ago. I worked over 20 hours a week on top of my classes at college in order to support myself, my parent's were long gone. Contrastingly, while Rob and Jon do not like to show off their family's money, they live comfortably without ever having the fear of running low on cash, sometimes I felt like they felt sorry for me.

Suddenly the front door of the flat burst open and Jon and Rob walked in carrying two kegs of beer.
"Seven hells Gendry! The party starts in an hour and you're still covered in oil!' Rob exclaimed as he put the keg down. "I demand you get in the shower, change and then come get a beer!"
"I second that motion." Jon said with a smile, "but make it multiple beers."

I grunted but smiled as I dragged myself off the couch and across the flat to the bathroom.

The party was a masquerade, but not a fancy one. Everyone just had to wear a novelty mask. My mask was a bull mask, it was something I had owned since I was a kid, I can't really remember where I got it, but it has always been a prized possession. I wore tan chinos with a v-neck navy tee and black vans. I sprayed on some cologne and gave my hair a brush. Usually I didn't bother to attempt to look good, in fact I often laughed at guys who did, but I was hoping to meet some new girls.

When I finally came out of my room, to my surprise Jon and Rob had already set up the bar. Four beer kegs, five 1 litre bottles of Smirnoff Vodka, two bottles of tequila, a few dozen shot glasses, a few bowls of chips and soft drinks were sitting on the kitchen bench.
"Gendry my man, please do me the honour," Rob said as he shoved shot glass in my hand, "it's my birthday, and I demand you down this."
I did as he asked.

Within two hours the apartment was full, at least seventy people had to be there. Rob has forced five shots down my throat and then I had a few cups of beer, and I was not even close to being the drunkest person at the party. The flat was a sea of masked girls in short dresses. My eyes however, were drawn to a mysterious figure standing against the wall clutching a red cup. She was petite but gentle curves, short dark brown hair framing her angular face and a Viking helmet on, it had matching horns to my bull mask.

I decided to go talk to her, I pushed past the crowd of drunken bodies and approached her.
"Nice horns." I commented
She looked up, "Nice horns yourself."
I held out my hand, "I'm Gendry."
She shook it firmly, "I'm Arya, nice to meet you Gendry."

"So, how do you know Rob?" I questioned
She hesitated for second before answering, "I've known him since I was a kid."
"Was he as arrogant when he was young?" I asked teasingly

She giggled, "I'm afraid so, but it's only getting worse with age."

Arya and I shared a few more beers. She told me she was 20 and studying European history, majoring in weaponry at college. The more we drank the closer we moved to eachother.
"I'm so glad I met you Gendry, I don't really know anyone else at the party." She admitted after she emptied yet another cup of beer.
My stomach flipped and my heart accelerated as she said this, instead of answering her I leaned in without thinking and kissed her. She responded immediately and moved her hands to the nape of my neck pulling me closer. She opened her mouth and fought with my tongue. My hands ran up and down the side of her thigh.
"Gendry," she moaned as I kissed down her neck, "what do you say you come back to my hotel room?"

We left the party without anyone really noticing, Jon was hooking up with some red-head girl on the couch, Rob was on the keg and people were just drunkenly dancing and stumbling around. We climbed into the first taxi we could hail and she muttered directions to hotel between kisses.

She fixed up her hair as we arrived at the Four-Seasons hotel, we walked through the lobby trying to look as sober as possible, but we weren't fooling anyone. As soon as we entered the elevator and she pressed the number 35 I shoved her against the side and pushed her against the wall, crashing my lips upon hers. My hands slid down the curves of her body as her hands pulled at my hair.

She fumbled drunkenly with her key-card but soon enough the green light flashed and we entered her suite. As soon as the door was closed I grabbed her bag out of her hands and dropped it to the floor as I picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I walked down across the room and dropped her on the king sized bed. I positioned myself between her legs as our tongues continued to fight for dominance. I grinded against her and she squirmed underneath me. I reached for the zip of her dress as she pulled my shirt off. I unclasped her black lace bra as she started undoing my belt. I pulled off her black lace thong as I let my pants fall to the ground.

I climbed on top of her and used one arm to lift her further up the bed so that her head rested on one of the European pillows. I kissed down her neck and her breasts, down her stomach to her wetness. I tasted her as she arched her back and moaned my name. As my tongue worked her clit I fingered her, she was so tight.

"Gendry, Oh my god!" she whispered as her body began to shudder from her first orgasm. I licked up her juices and kissed back up her body, stopping at her breasts to give them a little more attention.

"You're amazing Arya," I kissed her, and she passionately kissed me back as she grabbed handfuls of my hands. Our naked bodies rubbed together and my hardness pressed against her inner thighs.
"Fuck me," she commanded with a devilish glint in her eyes.
She didn't have to repeat herself, I teasingly rubbed my member up and down her slit as I locked eyes with her. She bit down on her lip but didn't look away from me. Then, suddenly, I plunged deep into her. Her eyes shut abruptly and she let out a ragged wimper and dug her nails into my back. I panicked as I felt myself break through a barrier.

"Fuck, Arya! You're a Virgin?" I quickly pulled out of her and looked down in distress to see blood, "Are you okay? I'm so sorry."
"No, please don't stop," she looked at me with pleading eyes, "I want you to keep going?"
"Are you sure?" I asked in uncertainty.
She nodded and pulled my face towards hers.

12:03am Saturday

After we had sex we had a shower together, and then decided to get room service while wearing only the fluffy hotel robes. We ordered a bottle of champagne and two servings of fish and chips.

Soon, there was a knock and the door, and a young man wearing the hotel union wheeled in a cart with a silver platter.
"Your champagne and fish and chips, Miss Stark." He announced.
I froze. Stark? No. Arya Stark?
"You're Rob and Jon's sister?" I exclaimed
"I… yes." She answered looking down, she quickly looked to the room service guy and said, "just put it on my tab." The boy nodded and exited the room knowing he was not wanted in that moment.
"Arya, you lied to me when I asked how you knew Rob!" I cried in disbelief and shock
She turned her body away from me, "Well, strictly speaking I told the truth, I have known him since he was a child."
I froze then. "Wait a minute. Jon and Rob have two sisters, both are several years younger." He paused for second and wanted to kick himself in the face, "How old are you really?"

She was silent.
"Arya, answer me."
"I'm seventeen." She answered quietly.
I sucked in a breath, "Seventeen? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
"How close are you to Rob and Jon?" She questioned
I looked up and met her dark eyes, "I'm their flat-mate." I mattered, "I deflowered my bestfriend's seventeen year old sister. Not just one bestfriend but both of them! Seven hells, what have I done?"
Arya crawled across the bed to me, "I don't care that you're my brothers' friend, I'm an individual and they don't control me. I wanted to sleep with you and I did."
"Arya, you don't understand."
She gently brushed my cheek, "Please don't see me as the kid-sister of your friend. I'm not a child." She leaned in so she was only centimetres away from my face, "I am not a child."
"I can't do this, I'm sorry." I responded moving to get off the bed.

She caught onto my wrist and pulled me to look at her, our eyes met and something possessed me. I ripped the robe off her and entered her again, she screamed my name and I pounded into her.

We fell asleep afterwards without ever eating the room service or drinking the champagne.

6:12 Saturday Morning

Fuck.

-To be continued-