A Bad Boy ( Closed for Fukensploogin and I)

Lauren groaned as he sqeezed her ass, her body swaying with him in a sensual dance. The truth was her roomate wouldn't worry, she herself had often dissappeared for a couple of days but she didn't want Tommy to know that. Her eyes locked with his, "I-I guess...I could do that...but I don't want to do anything with Becca, I'm not into girls."

She took the joint back from him, finding that the longer it was gone from her fingers the more anxious she became. Before long the spliff had been smoked, and she downed the rest of her beer. A mass of nerves in her stomach at what Tommy could possibly be planning for tonight, it made her uneasy but she couldn't help the small but still significant trickle of excitment. She made to follow Tommy as he left to get more beer but she felt Becca's hands pull her back and turn her around. Her eyes locked with Becca's, a blush creeping into her cheeks as she felt her tounge lightly graze her ear.

"Erm...we have english together, I-I guess...well, I dunno...it's quite late...and I've been with Tommy for quite a while" she blushed as she realised what that might sound like, rushing forward with "B-but we didn't do anything...just smoked too much weed I guess!" She giggled nervously, eyes flickering to the crowd...searching for Tommy.
 
Becca raised an eyebrow, a little confused by Lauren's reply, but just shrugged, smiling at her, certain she might have just misheard over the loud music. She started dancing closer to Lauren, her hands sliding up and down her hips and sides.

"Too much weed tonight, huh? I hope those bong rips later don't put you to sleep..." Becca said in her ear.

Tommy came back a few minutes later, carefully holding three beers, and handed one off to each of the girls and took a drink of his own. They kept dancing, close, the beat driving them on.

"Do you just have weed?" Becca asked Tommy. "You don't have anything that might keep a girl up all night, do you?"

Tommy smiled at her, looked over at Lauren. He wondered if busting out the cocaine would be too overwhelming for her. She seemed on the verge of being pretty fucked-up already. But then again, he had control over her; she certainly didn't want those tapes to get out. His smile grew slightly wicked. "I might know a guy," he replied to Becca's question, and downed the rest of his beer.
 
"Too much weed tonight, huh? I hope those bong rips later don't put you to sleep..." Becca said in her ear. Lauren shivered, she was vaguely aware of laurens hands caressing her hips and her sides and she squirmed beneath her hands. Lauren pulled free as she saw Tommy coming and took the drink greatfully, taking big gulps. She knew she shouldn't drink anymore but she was in a situation that she'd never been in before and it slightly freaked her out.

She let the drink calm her, not hearing the conversation between Becca and Tommy. She kept her eyes closed, swaying to the music that coarsed through her body. She thought she heard her name mentioned but she shook her head and kept dancing. After a while she started to feel dizzy and she clung onto Tommy's arm. "Can we go home now?...I feel a bit dizzy."
 
"What? Home? We just got here. C'mon, just sit down for a bit, you'll feel better real soon," Tommy said, grabbing her arm and leading her off the dance floor and over to a sofa. "This is my buddy Derek," he said. "Derek, this is Lauren," he said, introducing her to the guy sitting on the sofa. He left her there and went back to Becca, and they started dancing again. A little while later they left the dancefloor, going out to the kitchen to refill their beers. They went outside into the backyard, where they smoked a cigarette and another of Tommy's joints. They finished their beers and refilled them as they came back inside, nearly falling over each other now, both of them pretty tipsy. It wasn't long before they were making out on the dance floor, Tommy's hands all over Becca, even as he knew Lauren could see them.

Meanwhile, Derek had been hitting on Lauren for the last half-hour, and getting kind of frisky with his hands, putting his arm around her and placing his hand on her smooth thigh, dangerously near the hem of her dress.
 
"What? Home? We just got here. C'mon, just sit down for a bit, you'll feel better real soon," she moaned and protested but gave up as she took in the guy on the sofa. He had the same look going for him as Tommy, messed up raven black hair, dangerous green eyes and a wicked grin, she went to turn around but Tommy's grip on her arm was firm as he sat her down. She blushed as Derek watched her, she nodded as she was introduced. She called after Tommy but he left without looking back and re-joined with Becca.

Derek scooted closer and she cleared her throat nervously. "Don't be shy darlin', I don't bite...if you don't want me too," he flashed her another grin and she had to laugh. Slowly she became more relaxed as they spoke, she didn't even notice as his arm went around her shoulders. Her eyes flickered to Tommy and Becca who were now kissing passionately, a burst of jealosy shot through her and she tried to rise but Derek's hand slid onto her thigh, her eyes flew to his face and his smile turned devious. He leaned towards her and she felt her lips part in anticipation as his lips touched hers, his tounge probing them further apart.
 
Tommy saw his buddy Derek getting on Lauren as he broke the kiss with Becca.

"You ready for those bong rips?" Tommy asked her, with a wink, and they both downed their beers, tossing them aside. Tommy came back over to the sofa, and stood over Derek and Lauren as they were making out. "You ready to go now?" he asked her, looking down at her. Becca had her hands all over him, and whispered something in his ear about not really needing her if she wanted to stay. Tommy grabbed her ass, but he didn't move, his eyes still on Lauren.
 
"You ready to go now?" Lauren froze mid kiss, Derek pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers tracing lazy circles on her thigh. Lauren glanced nervously up at Tommy, "I-I want to stay here...for a bit longer," Derek chuckled and looked up at Tommy almost with a challenge. "Seems to me like you've already got a girl man," Lauren bit her lip...she could feel Tommy's gaze on her and it made her uncomfortable. She took a big gulp of her drink, trying to occupy herself, the tension rising as she stayed in her seat.

Her head was pounding and everything had a soft blurry edge to it, she licked her suddenly dry lips. "I feel a bit dizzy...it would be better if I stayed here," Lauren realised how badly she'd lied when Derek groaned a smirk spreading across his face, his fingers getting slower, more deliberate...his eyes still locked on Tommy's.
 
Tommy glared at Derek. Some friend he was. "Well, she came here with me and I promised I'd get her home safe," Tommy replied. He looked at Lauren. "C'mon, this party's gonna get busted up anytime now, it's starting to get a little... out of hand." He crossed his arms. Becca had her hand on his back, trying to pull him toward the door, but he didn't budge. Instead, he leaned over and grabbed Lauren's hand. "Let's go," he said again, pulling her up from the sofa.
 
"Well, next time don't introduce her to me...that makes her fair game to me man!" Lauren listened to the exchange, but her head shot up as Tommy mentioned 'home', so he was finally gonna' take her home...but then again, she couldn't trust him, she knew that. The desicion was taken from her instantly as Tommy grabbed her hand and pulled her up, she stumbled drunkenly. "Let's go, she tried to pull her hand free, groaning as the world around her seemed to spin. "I don't want to Tommy...I just want to sleep...I'm so so tired," she had to stop herself from closing her eyes, she looked at Tommy through half lidded eyes.
 
"Yeah," he said, putting his arm behind her back, his hand gripping her hip as she stumbled. "Definitely time to get you out of here." He put her arm over his shoulder. "Help me out, huh?" he said to Becca, but the bitch just scoffed at him.

"I'll get some bong rips somewhere else," she said with a sneer. Tommy glared at her, but she just walked away, so he leaned down and put his arm behind her knees and then swiftly swept her off her feet. He was a little pissed that Becca was gone now, but whatever, so be it. He looked at the girl in his arms, and knew he'd just take it out on her.
 
She nodded, an absent minded smile on here face. Her eyes couldn't focus on anything and everything had a blurry edge to it. She grabbed on to Tommy, happy to finally be getting out of here. Lauren frowned as Becca walked off, she felt relief flood her body...that girl had given her the creeps. She groaned as she left the ground, suprised to find herself encased in Tommy's arms once more. Her head lolled onto his shoulder and mumble, "No more weed...I can't take anymore Tommy...I feel so tired."

Lauren's eyes started to close and she was only vaguely aware as the cold air seeped into her bones, she felt Tommy's arms tighten around her, she gave a sigh and at last...sleep came.
 
Tommy carried Lauren out of the party, passed out in his arms. He was strong and she codn't have weighed more than a hundred and thirty pounds, so he got her to his car with ease. He managed to open the Camaro's passenger door and then he eased her into the seat and closed the door. He got in the car, keyed the ignition and headed for his place, and just in time, too. He saw several cop cars in his rear view mirror headed for the party after he turned down a side street. He still had a few bags of weed he hadn't sold, but he was relieved he'd gotten them out of there when he did. He pulled to a stop at his place, and turned and looked at Lauren. She was still out cold. He got out of the Camaro and went around to her and lifted her out of the car. He carried her into his apartment and took her into his bedroom and laid her down on the bed. He stood there, looking at her for a bit, wondering what to do. He was wide awake from that nap earlier. He didn't particularly want to just smoke himself to sleel; it would take entirely too much pot to get there, and that would be a waste.

Might as well have some fun, he thought, and knelt on the bed next to Lauren. He rolled her onto her side and unzipped the back of her dress. He pulled the straps down her shoulders and slowly managed to get the dress off her, leaving her in her bra and thong. He unhooked the bra and pulled that off, taking a moment to admire her lovely full tits. He slid her thong down her legs, leaving her naked in his bed.

So... Do I wake her up or just fuck her in her sleep? She was pretty well passed out; she'd hardly stirred when he'd stripped her naked. Some cocaine would certainly wake her up, he could press the powder into her pussy and it would swiftly absorb into her bloodstream, and that would jolt her awake in a hurry. Probably give her some fight, too; he'd enjoyed the way she struggled a bit too much.

He decided against that course, though. He opened his stash box and popped a little blue pill into his mouth, swallowing it down. It was the little blue pill that would give him a massive hard on for a good two or three hours. He pondered for a moment giving her one as well. It would have a similar effect, or so he'd been told, causing lots of blood to rush to her pussy and clit, making her dripping wet and insatiably horny for a few hours.

Nah, he thought. She'll enjoy getting fucked without pharmaceutical assistance. He got her under the blankets and then took off his clothes, getting naked and sliding under the blankets. He rolled her onto her side and cuddled up behind her, pressing his cocm between her buttcheeks and humping her a little bit. He quickly grew quite hard...
 
Lauren's dreams were filled with colourful shapes that would change all of a sudden into Tommy's piercing eyes. At one point, she felt as if her clothes were being taken from her body...but she was like a dead weight, and too tired to stop it from happening. She felt warm, and cosy. She was pulled from her dream by something. Her eyes slowly opened, and she winced...her head throbbed and her mouth felt horrible. She was aware of someone pressed against her, moving slowly. She groaned and turned her head, relieved to see Tommy. But it quickly dawned on her what he wanted.

She shook her head and tried to shift away, her movements sluggish. "Tommy...I don't want too...I feel like shit...my head's throbbing...please, can you just take me home?" She blushed as she looked down and realized she was naked, she wrapped the duvet tighter around her body, not that Tommy hadn't seen it all before. But how had she gotten naked? She glanced at Tommy - bingo! All the things she'd done with him were so wrong, but that's what made him exciting...they were things she'd never done before, a world that had been shielded from her in her little preppy life.

Lauren was sure if she checked her phone, she would have a huge number of missed calls and a lot of very confused and angry messages on her answerphone. She felt bad for her boyfriend, if she'd have had time to tell him herself...break it too him softly...but instead, they'd left him at the curb. She shook her head and whispered, "just take me home."
 
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"Tommy...I don't want too...I feel like shit...my head's throbbing...please, can you just take me home?"

"Sure, I'll take you home. Once I'm done with you. We still need to finish our report on the Old Man and the Sea tomorrow, remember," Tommy said with a growl in her ear. His cock was hard and pressed against her butt. He was moving his hips against her, one of his hands holding her hip tightly from behind her. He reached up and grabbed one of her arms, twisting it sharply behind her back. He pushed forward on her once he had it there, bending her forward a bit and exposing her used cunt to his hard cock. He pressed the head between her lips and pushed inside her yet again...
 
"When you're done with me? But Tommy I need to go home n- Ow!" She writhed as he pulled her arm back at a painful angle. Her face contorted with pain. She could feel his hard cock against her ass and her pussy, against her wishes grew wet. Lauren was disgusted with herself, she hadn't been with this guy for more than 2 days and her pussy already craved his attention! Her body now reacted to his rough treatment, and in fact seemed to want it. She felt the tip of his cock at her pussy once more and gave a half hearted "No." She groaned as she felt it enter her pussy, her fingers gripped the duvet and she arched her back to give him better access.

She craved another spliff, the high had left her body and she wanted more. She was suprised at how quickly she'd grown to love it...and need it.

"Tommy...is there any more weed I could have?...Please?"
 
"As soon as I'm done with you," Tommy grunted, thrusting deep into her pussy as she arched her back to give him better access. He enjoyed fucking this girl's hot young body way too much. How many times had he given it to her so far? He wasn't sure. He'd taken each of her holes, he knew that. And he was taking her again. He released her arm from behind her back only to grab her hair and pull it back towards him. His lips found her neck, the skin there stretched taut, and he started sucking and biting at her flesh.

His thrusting grew stronger by the moment as he pumped into her from behind. Soon he rolled her over so she was lying on her belly on the bed and he was above her, fucking her hard into the bed and holding himself up over her, his back arched, his hips doing all the thrusting deep into her tight little pussy.
 
"Tommyyy" she began to whine but her eyes shot wide open as he really started to fuck her hard. His cock filling up her tight entrance, she winced as he pulled her hair back but the pain and pleasure rolled into one. She offered more of her neck to him, groaning as he bit into her soft flesh. Judging from how hard he was biting- there would be bruises. She moaned into the duvet as he seemed to fuck her even harder if that was even possible.

She grunted as he rolled her over, screaming in pure pleasure as he fucked her pussy raw. Her orgasm rose quickly, she felt herself teeter on the edge, but it took 1 more thrust before she was screaming out, announcing her orgasm to the world. Tremors raking through her body, groaning with each after shock. She flopped back on the bed, her pussy still spasming around his cock.
 
Tommy grunted, feeling Lauren's hot cunt spasming all around his invading tool, her cries of ecstasy filling the room and spurring him on to fuck her even harder, her body limp now from her orgasm, her ass offered up to him to use as he desired.

He fucked her. Hard. Pounded into her over and over. Drilling her into the bed. He was chasing his own orgasm now. He felt his balls starting to clench up, and he knew he was close. His cock twitched and spasmed deep inside her, and finally with with a loud grunt he grabbed her hips and pulled her ass up in the air, burying his cock terribly deep inside her, his thick hot seed spurting out, filling her cunt, seeking out her deepest recesses and spilling back out around his cock, coating her thighs.
 
She gritted her teeth as he pounded her as hard as he could. Her breath let out in little whooses as he fucked her into the bed. Her pussy was throbbing and every thrust now got a little cry of pain, the room felt like it was spinning and almost felt like throwing up but she forced herself to relax. Thinking of the weed that would be hers soon.

She groaned as he finally came inside her, the cum spilling out and dribbling down her thighs, creating a sticky mess. Lauren lay beneath him panting. She started to squirm, trying to get him out of her. "You done now?" she asked rather agitatedly, "I need a joint...badly." He was going too slow for her liking, she looked at the drawer by hid bed. Lauren knew that's where he kept his stash, maybe when he got up to use the toilet or something...she could hide stuff in her bag. Surely if she took a bit he wouldn't notice?
 
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Tommy finally rolled off her as she squirmed beneath him and lay breathing heavy next to her.

"You done now?" she asked rather agitatedly, "I need a joint...badly."


"Damn, fucking pushy much?" he grumbled, getting out of bed. "Hang loose, I'll be right back," he said, walking out and going to use the bathroom. He relieved himself and washed his hands and came back out and went back into his bedroom.
 
She watched him go, fingers twitching...not looking at the drawer until she heard the bathroom door close. She dived for the drawer, she opened it and her eyes lit up. There was all kind of stuff in there but she only wanted one thing...she grabbed the smallest bag of weed she could find. She heard the toilet flush, "shit" she muttered. She quickly got off the bed, eyes frantically searching for her bag...she spotted it and ran over, she just had time to stuff the bag right down before she heard footsteps coming back down the hall.

In her haste she forgot to re-zip the bag, but it was in the corner...and hardly a thing you'd noticed. He walked in, she looked at him and back at the bed. "I was streching my legs..." she explained, she grimaced as she climbed back on the bed...her thighs felt sticky with the cum. She pulled her legs up to her chest, hugging them. Not looking at him but at the patterned duvet.

He was just leaning on the door frame, watching her. He was making her nervous and felt like she needed to fill the akward gap. " Maybe we should do that essay...like you said."
 
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"The essay? Fuck that, it's the middle of the night. I'm still kinda drunk, really... let's just take some bong rips and get some sleep. We'll have plenty of time to work on that essay tomorrow," he said. He walked over to the corner and grabbed the bong, hardly noticing her bag at all. He opened the drawer and pulled out a bag of weed. It was still dark in the room, and he just wanted to get high and pass out, so he didn't bother taking stock.

He flopped down on the bed next to her and started loading the bong. He filled up the bowl and lit it, drawing on the smoke and filling the chamber before pulling the bowl out and taking a huge hit into his lungs. He held it in for as long as he could, handing the bong over to Lauren. "Go for it," he said through clenched teeth, trying to hold his hit in. He finally let it all out in a burst, with a couple of coughs for good measure. "Fuck," he said, leaning back against the headboard.
 
She watched him wearily as he walked over to the bong and picked it up, swallowing nervously as he opened the drawer and pulling out a bag of weed...very similar to the one she had herself. She let out the breath she'd been holding as he sat back down on the bed. He was obviously too off his face to notice anything missing. She couldn't help a small smile flittering to her lips.

Lauren watched him take the hit, licking her lips...the sweet smell curling up her nostrils. She grabbed the bong with a quick smile. And copied his actions to the latter, taking in a big hit...obviously not as big as Tommy's but a helluva try! She coughed, leaning back with him. A slowly returning calm coming to her body. Her head lolled and she smiled at him. "I needed that...thanks Tommy."
 
Tommy took another hit from the bong and handed it over to her. "No problem, Lauren," he mumbled, his head falling back against a pillow. His eyes were heavy, his mind in a heady daze of a fog. He quickly fell asleep.

He woke up around noon, still in a bit of a daze. He rolled over and then opened his eyes. The bed was empty and cold. Lauren was gone. "Lauren?" he called out. There was no reply. He looked around. Her purse was gone. Her dress was gone. She was gone.

He groaned. He pushed himself up from the bed. He pulled on a pair of boxers and a wifebeater and went to his kitchen. He made a pot of coffee, had himself a cup. He put somr bread in the toaster and turned on his laptop.

As he munched on some toast, he pulled up the files from his surveillance cameras from the day before. Mostly he was curious as to when she had left. He fast-forwarded to the end of night, pulling up the camera from his bedroom.

He watched the two of them fucking for a minute. He was fucking her down into the bed. They finished and he got up and went to use the restroom. Then he saw Lauren start digging into his drawer and take a bag of weed and put it in her purse!

"Well that's interesting..." he said with a smirk on his face. He got up and went to his bedroom, and sure enough there was a bag missing. It was the most potent weed he had, too, which was why it was the smallest bag.
 
Lauren took the bong, smiling as the smoke once more filled her lungs and calmed her body. She watched him fall asleep, taking hits once in awhile until she'd finished it. Her mind was racing, he'd fallen asleep...and she could easily just go...what was stopping her? She looked at the bedside clock - 1.34 am. Chewing on her lip, she took one last glance at Tommy and made up her mind to go. Although he kept saying he'd take her home, she knew how unpredictable he was.

Lauren slid out the bed as quietly as she could, looking back to see if he was awake...but no, he was stone cold. She let out a breath, quickly locating her dress and pulling it back over her head. She pulled her knickers on with a grimace, vowing to have a shower when she got home. She picked up her bag - the weed safetly at the bottom of the bag- and left. She waited until she'd gotten outside to call a taxi, a dopey smile on her face at the thought of finally sleeping in her own bed. And with the excitment of getting away with stealing his weed running through her veins. The taxi pulled up 10 minutes later and she got in, sinking into the seat with a smile.

When she woke up the next morning, she felt panic grip her as she reached out and Tommy wasn't there. But she chuckled, remembering that she was in her own room! She headed straight for the shower, staying in there at least 20 minuted until she was sure all the...mess, was gone. After towelling off and slipping into some low rise jeans and a tank top, she went to see where her roomate was. There was a note on the kitchen table, Lauren picked it up and read it quickly...a smile forming on her lips.

Going to stay with the parents tonight, I'll phone you tonight.
X


Lauren had the whole place to herself! She literally jogged to her room and rummaged in her bag until she found the bag of weed, thanking her lucky stars that her friend had cigarette paper to wrap it in. This was gonna' be a relaxing day...
 
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