James Cook

She liked Cook he knew it but it was never a big deal she’d talked to him quite a few time before never anything major. But Cook had a way of talking and touching and it always drew her in. Before she even knew it she was partying with Cook. Smoking, drinking, sneaking out, coming home late, grades dropping, etc.

Every-time she felt like shed wanted to go home he’s real close talking in her ear hands on her hips whispering real soft for only her to hear. His hands are always so warm he’s always so soft and sweet. Every time she’d build it up to leave he’s there fingers rubbing her just right or he’s in between her thighs head moving side to side as he slurps her up like your his last meal. Lifting her skirt up to put -”Just the tip” ending with her flushed and completely fucked out because he never does really just put the tip.

When she sits alone in her room she wonders if she’ll still be fun if she lays back on the party’s and slows down on the drinking. She wonders if Cook will still come around. It’s fun truly it’s the best fun she’s ever had but she can’t let fun ruin her chances in real life. She doesn’t want to leave but she can’t stay and ruin her chances at something real out there in life. She loves Cook and sometimes she wonders if it’s the same for him. She doesn’t know how to tell him she wants to stay home he always talks her into coming. He’d always have that crooked grin on his face and his voice so hypnotizing as he convinced her to gone again. ”Oh come on love it will be fun get a couple drinks and maybe a couple fucks in room that don’t belong to us.” She didn’t know how it got her to come to the Party but she was here with him.

She couldn’t find him for awhile so decided to look around she made her way upstairs past all the dancing and sweaty bodies. She seen a door was cracked she figured Cook was probably snorting something but when she got closer she could hear sounds she knew it was him but she didn’t want to admit it. She opened it just slightly no noise left the door. He was fucking Effy. That was just brilliant this whole time she thought she was fucking up life for love which is no better but it hurts less. She didn’t speak she didn’t cry she just walked away. They hadn’t seen her so that was plus. She went home that night. She didn’t reach out to Cook at all after that.

There’s a party tonight she’s not going she wonders if Cook will notice and send her text. Cook is oblivious to everything she knows and is looking around for her at the party. He can’t find her and he just knows something is off he doesn’t know what yet but he’s going to find out.