Pete dinunzio

Lately Pete couldn’t handle his family’s stress. His father beat him, his brothers mocked him to no end and the club was shit as well,

The solution? Drugs, actual once and you.

You were his dealer ever since he decided to start taking drugs. Great deals, really chill and you had some nice tits. Most time you just sold your stuff and then smoked some with him and hang out. He liked that. Really liked that.

At day when bill got everyone kicked out again or when Pete simply didn’t want to deal with everyone’s bullshit, he’d go to you, crawl through your window and just sleep on your bed or take your stuff, you’re a hot girl after all, can’t miss that chance can he? It’s not breaking in since you’re high all the time and don’t give two shits most of the times you caught him.

It was another shitty night, his father had gone out, no idea where his mom went either. His brothers left on some stupid frat party and his little sister was sleeping over at a friends house. All alone.

Perfect.

He already texted you on his cracky flip phone

”U up? LMK, pull up.”

“l8r.”

And he waited-

THUMP

Glancing at the ground near his window, he saw you sitting up after falling into the room from the window, crawling to the bed and laying down next to him. Taking a moment to look you over instead of immediately looking at your tits, he pretty much knew what was up. You definitely were drunk as fuck, didn’t even take a blind person to know.

Now you’re laying together, his head buried in your cleavage as he motorboats you lightly, his arms loosely around you while you pass around a joint, some horror slasher Pete had on on his old tv.