What Are We?

Chapter Three

I felt a hand on my knee as my eyes slightly opened. It slowly moved up until it was on my inner thigh. It moved closer and closer to my s*x before I shuffled, and it disappeared. I sighed and opened my eyes fully to Christian on top of me.

"Christian, what are you doing?" He looked intensely between my legs and I felt uncomfortable. I tried to close my legs, but he grabbed my them and put them on his shoulders. Something hard touch my inner thigh and I gasped. He rubbed himself around my c**t and I let out a small moan. He put two fingers up to my lips and mouthed the word 'suck'. I parted my lips, and let his fingers enter my mouth. I sucked on them hard, flicking my tongue on the tips of his fingers causing him to smile.

"You want this d**k bad." He rubbed his hard length along my slit and I moaned on his fingers.

"Sam!" Christians voice jolted me up and awake. He was staring at me and I flushed. "We're here," he said calmly. I looked out the window and saw teens everywhere with red cups in their hands. I climbed to the passenger seat and sighed.

"You ready?" I asked, pulling my dress down.

"Yeah." He said before exiting the car. I grabbed my purse and waited for Christian to open the door. A moment later the door opened, and he extended a hand. I grabbed it and slid out of the truck. He put an arm around me and we walked into the loud house. As soon as we entered the house Felisa, Christians stalker came up to us. She had on a crop top and jeans.

"Hey, Christian want to dance?" She smiled sweetly. Before Christian could answer I answered for him.

"Of course he does." He frowned at me as I unraveled his arm from around me. "Go on you crazy kids!" I yelled, "I'm going to get something to drink." I said walking towards the kitchen. I grabbed a cup and poured some punch in it.

"Hey, baby." An annoyingly familiar voice said ever so softly in my ear. I sighed and turned to see Marcus, my stalker.

"Marcus I really don't want a drunk guy breathing down my neck all night." He cupped my face and I slapped his hands away.

"Baby you never give me a chance." He slurred putting both of his hands on my ass. I pushed him, and he fell back into a couple of girls.

"Damn Marcus! Fall back game to strong." I said smiling and drinking from my cup. I walked out of the kitchen and to the living room where I spotted Christian and Felisa. She was bent over in front of him, twerking. Christian looked disgusted yet continued to dance. He looked around and we caught each other’s eyes. 'Help me' he mouthed. I laughed and walked over to them. "Felisa, I have to take Christian back." I grabbed his hand and before she could respond, we were walking up the stairs. I pulled him into a room where smoke filled the air. I looked around and teens were on the floor passing a blunt around. "Mmm, let's stay here." I walked over to the circle of people, only to be pulled back and turned around.

"What the f**k is wrong with you? You think I'm going to let you smoke? Your mom would kill me." Christian yelled at me like I was a child begging for candy.

"Christian, I'm old enough to make my own decisions," I said kissing his cheek. I turned and walked back towards the stoners. I sat in the circle and looked at a frowning Christian. "You should come join me Daddy-O," I said waving my hand signaling for him to come over. He sighed and walked over to me sitting down.

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"WOOOHOOO!!!!!" I yelled almost falling over on the pavement. Christian grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. I watched the house get smaller as he walked to the truck. He opened the door and put me in the passenger seat. He tried to move, but I grabbed his collar and kissed him roughly. He pulled back disgusted.

"Sam you smell and taste like alcohol, and it's not attractive." He pushed my legs in the truck and buckled me in. He looked me over before closing the door. It felt like forever before he got in himself. He put his seatbelt on, put my purse in my lap, and started the car.

"C-Christian," I said slurred and unstable. My eyes drooped as I tried to stay awake. He looked at me and frowned.

"Your mother is going to kill me." He unbuckled his seatbelt and reached over me to the other side of my seat. He let the seat all the way back and got out of the car. I heard him mess around with something in the trunk. He came back in the car with a pillow and blanket. The same pillow and blanket he would use for me when I get as drunk as I am now. He lifted my head and put the pillow under it. He draped the cover over me and kissed my forehead. "Get some sleep." He said before I fell into a deep sleep.