#goldsbaker

Becky had had it. Her parents didn’t even care where she was, and they hadn’t for a while. It wasn’t her fault that Luke had gone to prison, if he hadn’t done what he did, he’d be free. But instead, all the blame was put onto Becky. And God? It seemed as if he was turning her back on the blonde as well, but tonight everything was going to be different. Tonight she was going out, and she was nervous. Having gotten a fake ID from one of the Rubber Room kids, Becky stood outside of the bar the cool Toronto air whipping at her bared thighs, dress much shorter than anything she had worn to Degrassi surely. Nervously, she watched over the bouncer as he checked her ID, inspecting it closely and giving her glances. Within her chest, her heart was dropping that is until he handed it over. Taking it, she tried her best to not act surprised while passing by him. Once inside, the music was loud thanks to the live band on a shitty stage across the bar and the blonde had no idea what to do first especially with all the eyes that had turned to look at her. Chewing on her bottom lip, Becky made her way to the wall, leaning against it as she tried to figure out just what to do.

Eli: cracked his knuckles, sliding his change back into his wallet after he payed the bartender for his drink. The drinking age in Toronto being 19 sure did have its benefits for the boy. He was back in Toronto for the summer after his first full year in New York and he was excited to make the most of it, to enjoy a few nights of fun before finding a part time job for some spending money. Working on film sets in his little time off back in New York had earned him enough money to make ends meet, but there wasn’t anything wrong with making a little extra money. Deciding not to think about his impending job responsibility, he took his drink from the bartender and turned away from the raised bar, scanning the crowd for someone to make small talk with in between the band’s sets until his eyes spotted something unusual about a hundred feet away. Could it be…? No way, he thought. Becky Baker certainly wasn’t eighteen, and there was no way she’d ever be caught dead in a place like this, especially under age. His curiosity peaked, he walked over to her, realizing quickly that it was in fact the younger Baker in front of him. “Well, well, well.” He began with a smirk, taking a sip of his drink as his eyes ran over her frame. “Look who we have here.”

Becky had been letting her blue hues scan the entire bar over and over, finding nothing. What was she even supposed to do in a place like this? It smelled like alcohol, sweat and a mixture of strong perfume and cologne; it was making her stomach churn a bit. Should she get a drink? It’s not like she knew what to order, or even how to get back home if she had /too/ much to drink. Lost in a train of thought, she jumped as someone spoke to her, looking up and seeing Eli Goldsworthy. Her heart scrambled further back into his chest. “Hello Elijah.” She smiled softly, brushing a bit of blonde hair back to seem as if she really had something to do with her hands. “What are you doing here?” Dumb question, Becky. Suddenly she felt more self conscious than she did when the bouncer was looking her over. She had borrowed a dress from one of her cousins, a less strict cousin, giving the chest a v dip and a hem line that met mid thigh. She pulls gently on the dress, only pulling it further down from the top to cover more leg; it was a losing battle surely.

Eli: let out a low chuckle, noticing she didn’t have a drink yet. “Using full names, are we, Rebecca?” He asked with a cocked brow, before offering her his glass. “I can’t help but notice you don’t have anything to drink. Here,” He offered, nodding his head as he encouraged her to take a sip. “This should hold you over until I can get you a drink like a proper gentleman.” Flagging down a server, who’s dress was shorter and much tighter than Becky’s, however he preferred what the blonde was wearing. He smiled politely. “A long island ice tea for her, and I’ll take a rum and coke.” He ordered, figuring he might as well kill two birds with one stone and only bother the waitress once. Tapping his visa card against her debit machine, he handed her a ten dollar bill as well for her tip and smiled as she walked away. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m here to enjoy the world class bands they fly in to perform at this dump.” He quipped. “I think the better question is what are /you/ doing here?”

Becky was sure she was blushing, at least a light shade of pink, though, she couldn’t help but laugh a little. Looking down at his drink, she reluctantly took it from his hand and smelled it, her face twisting into one of disgust before she sipped on it. Automatically she tasted what she could only assume was the alcohol burning it’s way down her throat and warming her body. She took another sip, making a face to herself as she watching him talk to the waitress. She eyed the other girl, realizing she was wearing something much more revealing than her own and silently hoped that Eli wasn’t checking her out because she was sure she couldn’t hold up to that. Once she was gone, Becky had already sipped the beverage a few times before handing it back to him. “It’s so strong…” Shaking her head, she looked around and let out a giggle. Turning to look back at him, she shrugged, “I just…had to get out of my house. Away from it I guess.” It wasn’t something she really wanted to talk about, hence the getting out part, but she also hadn’t expected to run into anyone she knew here. In fact, part of her was sure she would’ve shown up and been denied yet here she was.

Eli: returned his gaze back to Becky, noticing half of his drink was already gone. “Wow, slow your roll, there. No doubt you’re a lightweight and the last thing I need is you puking everywhere.” He teased, furrowing his brows. “Strong..? Becky… it’s a light beer.” He laughed, taking another sip, tasting the remainder of her lips on the rim of his glass. “You had to get out of your house? Now there’s a shock. Finally tired of your parents religious babble?” He asked with a smirk, taking a step closer to her as he took another sip of his drinking, finishing it off in time to hand his empty cup back to the waitress as she presented them with their fresh drinks. Once Becky had hers, Eli smirked, raising his glass to her. “Cheers, Baker. Now make sure you behave or I’ll have to report you for underage drinking.” He flirted, mostly without meaning to. /Mostly./

Becky looked down to her feet, glad she had opted out on heels for her simple flats. “Sorry.” The girl apologized, smiling as she looked up at him. In other situation, or perhaps another person, and she would’ve felt intimidated or even ignorant but Eli laughed it off. “How am I supposed to know? I’ve only…well, I did have a glass of champagne at a family wedding once…and that was nowhere near as strong as that.” The blonde commented, teasing him a bit just as the waitress came back. Taking the drink that he had ordered her, she swivelled the tiny black straw inside of it before bringing it to his glass and tapping softly. “You wouldn’t…” She whispered, but caught the smile and wait, was he flirting with her? The straw was brought to her lips and she sipped, “Oh my gosh.” The perky blonde almost squeaked, sipping on the beverage again. “What is this? It’s way better than the /beer/.” Oceanic eyes stared into his emeralds, innocently awaiting an answer while slowly drinking the tall drink.

Eli: shook his head, “I’m teasing.” He said lowly, a smirk still dancing at his lips as he took a sip of his second drink. This time, he opted for something a little stronger; a Jack and Coke. “Well, that is if you don’t count the church wine, right? Because then it’s for Jesus.” Eli teased. Man, she was so easy. Getting under her skin with a game to him, and he’d be damned if he didn’t win. “I might. Haven’t decided yet, so be on your best behaviour just in case.” The older boy flirted, his words smooth as their bodies began to ghost over each other’s, her breasts outlining against his muscular chest. “It’s a long island iced tea. Figured it was more your style. I was gonna get you an Appletini but decided to save the Sex and the City jokes for another time.”

Becky couldn’t stop drinking, before she knew it her drink was empty and it had only been a few minutes. “I..don’t really know about Jesus anymore.” She spoke, looking around for the waitress that had just walked by. “But, that doesn’t mean you can badmouth him, Eli.” Her eyes snapped back to him, though a smile was plastered across her face. “I’m always on my best behaviour, name one time I wasn’t.” Her eyebrows perked up, teeth chewing on the inside of her lip. For some reason, unknown to her, her limbs were starting to feel like a combination of light and heavy, fingers tingling. “Can…Can I get another one?” She giggled out, showing him the empty glass, “Is that show where all the ladies are out…having sex?” The last part was whispered causing her to lean in, lips brushing against his earlobe as she spoke. She hadn’t realized how close they had gotten, almost being pushed together by the crowd.

Eli: had been drinking since a young age, so even half way through his second drink he wasn’t feeling much. He had a pretty good tolerance to it. Becky on the other hand? Not so much. “I wasn’t, I wasn’t. I was just teasing.” He promised, pursing his lips. “Yeah, good point. Maybe we’ll have to change that. This little Becky two shoes can’t go on forever, you know.” Eli pointed out with a smirk, turning to their waitress. “Just put it on my tab, I have a feeling we’ll be here a while. Get us a round of shots, too, please. Something sweet- but strong.” He asked, smiling before returning his attention back to Becky, finishing off his glass and handing it back to the waitress. Their bodies were even closer together now, their hips nearly touching, Eli’s length beginning to harden slightly at how close they were together. But he could control himself. For now, anyway. “Yeah, that’s the one.” He whispered, moving his now free hands around her waist, snaking them down to her lower back as he carefully pushed her with his body the rest of the way to the wall. “Nothing wrong with that, though… We all have our needs.” He pointed out softly, licking over his lips slowly as their eyes met once more.

Becky knew her head was getting floaty, but she was just starting to feel good. “That’s all I ask, don’t pick fun of him…” She couldn’t let her eyes wonder away from his, except to travel over his face and take in his expression, returning it with a pout of her own. “When you put it like that…maybe…” She had came out here to let loose, she didn’t care anymore about what people thought. But she really didn’t know anything about the scene she had put herself in, yet she held some kind of strange trust in Eli. With the waitress returning, she handed over her glass and let him order, her breath catching in her throat once she walked away. Becky felt Eli’s body moving in closer, arm worming around her and pushing her into the wall with a soft grunt from the blonde. “I haven’t…I haven’t done anything about them before…I mean, I haven’t done anything before.” She blushed, watching his tongue slick his lips and she looked away quickly. Becky didn’t quite understand the feelings between her legs or the tugging in her stomach as she felt Eli pressing against her, nor the reason why her hands had lifted to rest against his chest on their own. “I’ve never seen the show…” Was she already drunk? Really?

Eli: As the waitress walked away, leaving the two alone once more, he could feel his problem continue to rise as she explained she never did anything about her own urges. “Is this your way of admitting you get those types of urges?” He asked lowly, his hands moving daringly down to her ass, squeezing it teasingly. “You don’t have to see the show to want those types of things, /Rebecca/.” He reminded her, his hips teasingly moving against hers for a moment before he pulled away, removing his hands in another effort to tease her. Taking the shots from the waitress once she returned, he handed her the drink and smirked, “Bottom’s up.” He said, before quickly downing the clear liquid and handing the empty shot glass to the server.

Becky felt her cheeks flushing, happy for the dim lights so it wasn’t as obvious to the boy against her. She could feel him against her, unsure as to if that was really what she thought it was but the throbbing between her thighs was only growing worse at the idea. “Maybe…I mean, you just said we all have needs, right?” And now she was sure she wasn’t imagining the growing feelings between the two, giggling and wiggling as if she could really move from him; not that she wanted to. “I know…They’re just..very open with what they want and they do it in…public places.” Maybe she had seen the show, not that she wanted anyone to know. What would Jesus think? An almost silent whimper fell from her as Eli thrust against her only to move away again. The waitress was back and she took the small glass that was handed over, following Eli’s lead and instantly regretting it. Fire washed into her chest and down into her stomach but she carefully put the shot glass back. Blue eyes closed as she fought away the taste on her tongue, instantly feeling it wash through her body, fingers feeling as if they were full of electricity.

Eli: Once the waitress had their empty shot glasses, she once again walked away, leaving Eli to his own devices. “That’s true. I guess I’m just surprised is all. It’s hot, though… picturing the Preacher’s daughter all hot and bothered.” Eli admitted, moving his hands around her waist again, giving her ass a firmer squeeze this time around. “That’s true, they are…” He agreed, leaning in so his forehead rested against hers, “But doing it in public is what makes it so fun.” He pointed out, loving how she whimpered for him. Unable to help himself, Eli moved his hips back along hers and pressed her roughly against the back wall of the establishment, pressing his long, hard arousal into her core. Without another thought, the boy kissed her deeply, “Fuck.” He groaned lowly into their kiss, his hands cupping her ass once more as his hips began to move against hers to the beat of the music.

Becky let her fingers press into his chest as she spoke, loving the way his body felt beneath her grasp. “Really? My…frustration is hot to you? That’s not very nice.” She was flustered, and obviously tipsy, if not drunk. Their bodies were so close and she was sure if she wasn’t drunk, it’d be a confusing mess but right now, her hands traveled on their own and she let his do their own thing as well. “I wouldn’t…I wouldn’t know.” The drunken girl whispered, looking down at his lips. As she was pressed into the wall again, she couldn’t help but groan from the feeling of him between her legs, the front of her dress lifting with his rocking hips. Becky didn’t pull away, only melted into the kiss loving his hands against her body and the new noises he was making.

Eli: moved his left hand up her waist, tickling the skin softly as he deepened their kiss, returning her moan into his mouth with baited breath as he dragged his tongue along her lower lip. “God damnit, Becky Baker.” He huffed, feeling his own arousal become incredibly uncomfortable being confined against the fly of his pants. “Tell me how wet you are for me.” He asked. “Tell me how hot and bothered you are, tell me what you want.” He implored, pulling away for a moment to leave a trail of feather light kisses down her cheek bone and jawline down to her neck, biting and sucking at the skin softly, leaving a small mark there.

Becky whimpered against him, fighting for breath as they pulled apart. His words, had she been sober, would’ve flustered her to no end but now she just seemed to say what came to mind, working off of the things he had asked of her. “I need you, Elijah.” She whimpered down against the side of his head, his locks brushing against her cheek while he assaulted her neck all the while bringing small gasps from her. “I..I feel so wet down there. I want you…I want you to feel it.” The girl almost pleaded for his touch. Sure she had felt the need for relief but never this badly, and she had never thought about doing anything for those feelings, but was it so bad? Was it terrible to want the other to do these things to her? And lastly, did it matter? Her parents didn’t care, and God? Well, where had he been when everything had happened to her? But none of that stopped her, she needed it. “Please?”

Eli: loved hearing Becky plead for him, and even her use of his full name was a turn on for him. From anyone else, it would have basically been a sin, but when the words slipped past Becky’s breath, he loved it all the more. “I know you are, babe.” He huffed, sucking another soft bruise in her skin, nipping at the ivory beneath his teeth. As she begged him, he could no longer hold out on his plan of teasing. Something about her moans, her begging… Just…. her, drove him crazy. Moving his left hand down from her waist, he trailed it up the inside of her thigh and up to her panties, which were sopping wet with her juices, begging to be touched further. “Mmmm.” He hummed against her skin, pulling away to look at Becky through a foggy gaze, her half lidded eyes meeting his once more. “You’re so wet for me.” He spoke, pointing out the obvious and keeping eye contact with her as he pushed her thin panties aside, teasing her clit and folds with his index and middle finger as a low moan escaped from his throat. “So… fucking wet.”

Becky forgetting all about setting, only focusing on what was happening in their part of the wall, couldn’t hold back the soft groans and whimpers. With each tug of her skin, her knees grew weaker and she could feel herself growing damper. Becky could feel him hiking the front of her dress up, his warm hand palming her thigh getting in his last seconds of teasing before hearing him against her neck. “I told you.” Becky purred, hips brushing upwards as if that would help move his fingers against her sensitive and very untouched places. “Be gentle…please?” Her hands reached up, gripping onto his shirt with one while the other rest on his neck, fingers playing with his dark locks. “No one…It’s never..I’ve never done any of this.” The drunk girl admittedly whimpers.

Eli: firmly held her up against the wall with his other hand, knowing her legs were going to give way at some point. Swallowing hard, he continued to rub teasingly over her slit, gently massaging her skin and clit between his fingers. As she moved her hips against him, he smirked, probing her opening with one finger. “Of course, Becks.” He promised softly, nearly scoffing at his own pet name for her but he couldn’t help it, he was too far gone. “Are you sure you want this?” He asked as she continued to moan for him, using his thumb to press into her wet clit gently.

Becky wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing to her but she was loving every second of it. She remembered the one time she had gotten curious and used the internet to search her questions. Never had she clicked the little red X quicker, but now some of what she had seen was probably happening to her. Now she quivered as his strong fingers separated her folds, his finger starting to press into her. Nodding, she rested her face against his head. “I’m sure.” The blonde’s hips seemed to brush upwards again, begging for him to touch her more.

Eli: nodded, glad that she had consented to what he was about to do before he did it. The last thing he wanted to do was force her into something that made her uncomfortable or something she would regret. Smirking, he pressed his lips gently to hers as he began to slowly insert one of his digits into her throbbing opening, her fluid making it easy for him to slide inside of her. “Dear God, you’re tight.” He moaned against her lips as he moved his finger in and out of her slowly, his own cock desperately needing to be touched. Needing to be inside of her.

Becky clenched onto his shoulder as he slipped a finger inside of her, her walls tight around him but dripping. Her moans were hushed by his lips and luckily the loud band playing. “I told you…” She had to pause, her face twisting as began to pull out and back into her, “No one has touched me…” She taunted him, making sure he knew he was the first to be inside of her, not even herself. Her eyes closed, a hand still resting around his neck but she let the other slide down to the bulge in his pants, fumbling messily with the buttons to consumed with the pleasure washing through her.

Eli: felt goosebumps shoot down his neck and spine as she echoed that he was the first to touch her like this. It was such a privilege to him, being the first one to get this way with Becky Baker. He loved this new side to her, and he had a feeling it would come out to play often. “Oh, yeah, baby. It’s all for me, and you’re gonna feel great.” The boy promised her, kissing her once more. “Keep talking like that and I won’t be able to wait until we get to my place.” He warned, referencing the fact that he was nearly bursting through the front of his jeans. As she finally moved her hand down to grope the outside of his bulge, Eli groaned, “Fuck.” He stammered, quickly sliding another finger inside of her, speeding up his motions slightly as he continued to rub her clit.

Becky felt so bold, and didn’t mind certain things to pass through her mouth no matter how /dirty/ they were. And Eli seemed to enjoy it, someone was actually happy to be around her, even seemed to want to be around her. She kisses him back but sighs as he pulls away, finally getting the button and zipper undone on his jeans, her hand sliding down and going under his boxers on accident but still going with it. Her smooth fingertips brushed against his hard shaft, wrapping around him. “Is that such a bad thing?” She purrs to him, digging her nails into his back as he slips another finger inside, stretching her to a new level. Her knees were even shakier now than when she had started, and she was depending on him to hold her up for the most part. “E-Eli, that feels so good.”

Eli: could feel droplets of pre-cum rise to the head of his shaft and spill out as she finally touched his swollen member, the relief causing him to moan. Eli swallowed hard once again, “No… it wouldn’t be. But given with how tight and wet you are for me… I don’t think I could keep quiet and that would be a problem.” He smirked, picking up the pace of his two fingers inside of her, thrusting a little more rough. “God, I can’t wait to ravish you and fuck you until you see stars.” He said, rather crudely. Not that he minded, though, he was past the point of no return. “C'mon.” He said finally, after another round of quick kisses. “Let’s go back to my house and I’ll finish you off there; multiple times.” Eli promised.

Eli: could feel droplets of pre-cum rise to the head of his shaft and spill out as she finally touched his swollen member, the relief causing him to moan rather loudly. Eli swallowed hard once again, “No… it wouldn’t be. But given with how tight and wet you are for me… I don’t think I could keep quiet and that would be a problem. I’m up for a challenge, though.” He smirked, picking up the pace of his two fingers inside of her, thrusting a little more rough. “God, I can’t wait to ravish you and fuck you until you see stars.” He reminded her, circling her swollen clit wildly as his cock continued to twitch beneath her palm. “Tell me how badly you want me, Becky. How bad do you want me to be inside of you?” He asked, wanting her to beg for him once again.

Becky tried to do her best with her hand restricted by his jeans as she slowly began to stroke him. “Tonight is full of surprises, and there have already been a few challenges, what’s stopping you?” Her whisper was rather seductive to have come from Becky Baker. With the thrusts of his fingers, she had to bite down onto her lip to keep herself from moaning again. Every word, every sound he made she needed to hear and it was as if nothing else existed and she could feel his cock pulsing in her hand as she worked it. “Please…Eli…” She begged, her own hips softly coming down to meet his fingers with more force, “I need you. I need to feel you inside of me…so badly. Please?”

Eli: Her begging was the ultimate turn on for him. That paired with her moans nearly caused Eli to explode into her hand right there, but he was old enough to control himself until he had all of the fun he could with Becky in that moment. Quickly, he moved his hand that was inside of her out of its current spot and moved his fingers up to his mouth, licking them slowly as he kept his eyes on hers. “You taste so good.” He huffed, before reaching down and aiding her in continuing to free his cock, guiding it through the fly of his underwear and jeans. Thankfully, his cock was more than big enough to pass through the opening in his fly and within one moment of her begging ending, he smirked, ramming his cock inside of her in one swift thrust, her walls clenching so incredibly tight around his thick cock that pre-cum leaked deep inside of her. “Fuck!” He yelled, quickly stifling his sounds by kissing her deeply once more. God, she felt amazing around him.

Becky watched as he licked his fingers that had just slipped from inside her, causing her to bite onto her bottom lip. Why did she find it so attractive? Another blush of her cheeks as she tried to help but moved her hand and merely waited for his cock to be freed with his own hands, swallowing at just how big he really was now that she could see him. Not that she had a good chance to see him before he had lined it up perfectly to slam deeply into her. Luckily, her face was against him, lips catching his before she could scream out in a mix of pleasure and pain. The pain washed away quickly, trying to get used to having something, especially something so large, inside of her.

Eli: knew he was quite large, especially for someone who had never done anything like this before tonight. But Eli was past the point of no return, he was unable to hold back and be gentle anymore. Besides, soon the pleasure would outweigh the pain and she would be feeling even better. “Holy fuck.” He groaned, pulling away from their kiss to draw in a deep breath as he continued to thrust wildly inside of Becky in the middle of this club. “You’re… so tight… around me. Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” He cursed, moving his free hand up to squeeze her breast over her dress roughly, needing all of her even more.

Becky wasn’t one for cursing, but then again, she usually wasn’t one for any of these things she was currently doing. His groans urged her to keep going and soon she was mostly feeling nothing but good. The girl whimpered and bit onto her bottom lip to hold back her noises even if the club was loud. “You’re so big…I can feel you—so deep inside of me.” She moans into his ear, having her hips bumped into the wall with each of his fierce thrusts. She moaned out his name, shoving her face back into the crook of his neck, nipping down onto the soft flesh and almost holding it hostage as he pounded into her. Her thighs and panties were soaked with her own juices, only getting worse as he continued. “Oh, Eli that feels amazing. Oh…Oh God.”

Eli: felt himself pulsating inside of her, loving that her opening was able to take his entire length. “Fuck. Becky… You’re so tight.. So, so tight.” He repeated, more pre-cum spilling deep inside of her as he continued to thrust wildly inside of the girl. His moans were becoming louder and louder with each powerful thrust, but thankfully the sound of the bass from the band was drowning out the noise so no one could hear his praise. “God I love being inside of you.” He admitted quietly, returning the moment back to it being somewhat intimate between the two teenagers. As she marked his neck as her own, he groaned loudly once more, loving it when she kissed his neck. “Oh, yeah, babe.” He grunted, the crotch of his pants slapping into her as he thrusted all the way inside of her before pulling out and then ramming back into her entirely at full force, a loud moan escaping his lips as he did so.

Becky his words of praise only made her enjoy herself even more. She continued to kiss and suck against his neck, leaving marks along the way, whimpering and moaning into his skin. She was sure she could feel him almost in her stomach but then again, what did she really know about what was going on down there other than he was inside of her. “Eli..” She moaned louder, her walls clenching around his cock. “I…it feels so good. Too good.” Her teeth let go of him, her head falling back and hitting the wall gently. Her first orgasm was coming close and she had no idea, “Oh Eli!” She whimpered, biting right down on her lip to hush herself.

Eli: loved the feeling of her tight walls keeping him close as she clenched down on his rod, another moan escaping his lips. “Fuck, Becks, just let it happen…” He encouraged with a moan, his thrusts continuing to speed up in force and speed. “Fuck, Becky…” He groaned, knowing he too would soon be pushed over the edge. But not until she had finished, he was determined to last. “C'mon, babe… Cum for me. Let it all out, Baker.” He groaned, reaching to grab her chin from his neck with the bottom of his hand. Not because he didn’t love the placement, but because he was craving her lips against his again. Kissing her deeply once more, he moved his hand down to rub her clit furiously, determined now more than ever to get her seeing stars.

Becky nodded though there wasn’t much else she could do. With each of his thrusts, she pushes back against him, moans filling the small space around them. She kissed him back quickly, letting her moans fall into their messy kiss. Her eyes shut tight, body almost giving out under her as he begins to rub her clit. Her hands grabbed his shoulders tightly, holding onto him as she felt her walls clench, her body tighten and the bottom of her stomach seeming to erupt in the best way she ever felt. Her already soaked core was dripping, her orgasm washing over her roughly and she was already out of breath. Her body seemed to quake, pussy almost tighter than when he has slipped his finger inside or so it seemed to her as he filled her with his cock. “Oh god, Eli. Oh my God.” She moaned, pulling from the kiss.

Eli: could practically feel her orgasm coming, their bodies one now that he was inside of her. Going as fast and as hard into her as he could with the amount of alcohol in his system, Eli could no longer hold on. A tight coil inside of his stomach was quickly needing to be unwound and his balls were swollen, full of cum that had no where else to go but inside of her. “F-fuck.” He moaned one last time as he exploded inside of her, their orgasms happening at the same time as they came together. “Fuck.” Eli muttered, continuing to sloppily–yet passionately–kiss the blonde haired girl as his orgasm finally began to die down, ropes of his cum launching deep inside of her cunt. “Holy shit, Becks..” He whispered, staying inside of her even after they had both finished, not wanting to pull out just yet. “That was…. amazing.” He breathed out, reaching up and wiping her sweaty hair behind her ear, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he finally pulled out of her tight entrance. “I still can’t get over how tight you are.” He smirked, kissing her once more as his penis returned to a more semi-flaccid state.

Becky was too drunk to even think of the state she was in now, though she was panting. Her legs were barely holding her up, that was more thanks to Eli at this second. “Oh wow.” She breathlessly stated, still trying to comprehend what all just happened but was still washed up in the body shaking orgasm she had ever had. “I’m glad that my first time was with someone who could make me feel so good.” The girl finally whispered, kissing him back, but still unable to keep her hands off of him. Her legs grew a little stronger, moving closer as she tried to fix her panties though they were now soaked. Her hands however, traveled back down to his hips, “I want to do it again.” A giggle as she bites down onto her bottom lip.

Eli: continued to hold her up, knowing she was probably even weaker than he was. “I’m glad it was, too. You did great.” He chuckled, kissing her as he used his free hand to guide his semi-hard cock back into the fly of his underwear and pants. After he was all zipped up, he moved his arms back around her waist, roaming freely. “Oh, yeah?” He asked with a smirk, kissing the nape of her neck teasingly, nipping at the skin. “I want to do it again, too. I love how I felt inside of you.” He smirked, kissing back up to her lips. “And I think you liked it, too. C'mon, let’s go back to my house, yeah? We can have a few more rounds there and then you can wake up in my arms.”

Becky it wasn’t until that she noticed she was surrounded by others, and even then she didn’t care that they had seen her. Maybe it was all the alcohol in her system, but at least she had achieved what she set out to do that night. The blonde kissed him back, resting against the wall and him as well while she waited, only giggling as he kissed and tickled the nape of her neck. With a nod, she grabbed his hand after kissing him back. “I think that sounds amazing…” The drunk girl leans onto him, trying to regain herself and finally is well enough to start walking after a few seconds, “Do we get a taxi? I’m too drunk to walk and I have no car.” A giggle, looking around and almost feeling proud of herself to have just had her virginity taken while others seemingly had a drunken night at a concert in a shitty bar. Tomorrow was gonna be weird but tonight it didn’t matter, besides, she’d wake up in someones arms; someone who wanted her around unless that changed tomorrow too.