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Hi, my name is Kam
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 | The Best Quality Bullshxt [03] |
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 4.6 with 10 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-01-18 20:44:40 |
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[Lyrics from Katy Perry. Thanks to all the wonderful comments. I like this part, it was kind of fun. The next isn't so good so far. I'm considering rewriting this already. xD Save for the prologue/dream part. I really like that one. xD]
“No. I don't even know your name. It doesn't matter.”
The thunderous sound of music was like a throbbing tattoo, beating against Kam's mind. The affects of alcohol were starting to settle over her. The warmth in her stomach, flowing through her veins to warm every inch of her, left a giggly feeling in her chest as she lent against the wall, surveying the dancing teens around her. It had been quite sometime before she had ventured to one of her best friend's parties. The girl always had the loudest, funnest, most alcohol fuelled parties. On top of all of that, she seemed to find most of Kam's ex girlfriends, and girls Kam ought to have been into.
“So, what do you think?” Janice Conners called, her voice straining to be made out over the vicious volume of the music. Kam nodded brightly, smiling. It was all Janice ever needed in assurance. A light nod, a bright smile. “So, why aren't you being your normal self? You've been hiding here all night! Drinking, but not dancing. What's up, Kam?”
“Nothing. I'm just not in the mood to dance.” Kam called back, her mind twirling to thoughts of Ana. It had been almost a week since she'd seen the other girl, what with Ana absent from school to train as often as possible. She had had a brief text from the girl, only to let Kam know she'd managed to score first place and was staying for the second round, to watch the professionals. “Jan, really.”
The neon lights seemed to play across everything, illuminating pale faces and bathing them with coloured light. Kam shook her head as she and Janice began to dance. It probably looked awkward and awful, but neither girl seemed to mind, their bodies swaying to the beat of the music. Kam closed her eyes, allowing herself to drift into her daydreams, imagining Janice was Ana. Although, she was absolutely certain dancing wasn't Ana's style. Not really. Ana was, well, Ana was far too quiet. She didn't like being the centre of attention too often.
“Heya gorgeous,” Kam's eyes snapped open as she turned, staring into Jasmine's dark eyes. She groaned, attempting to pull herself away from the slender arms clinging to her like vines, but Jasmine's grip persisted. The girl dipped her head, her lips catching Kam's for long, precious seconds before Kam pulled away, glaring. “Come on, Kam. A couple more drinks, and I might even look like Analouise.”
xxxx
Her skin was warm, as pale as cream. She moved like liquid, yeilding to each and every stroke of Kam's fingers. She moaned softly, her voice echoing in the dark room as she arched into Kam's body, pressing her lips onto the other girl's neck and sucking at the tender, flushed flesh. Fingers stole everywhere, flat palms rolling over hips, stroking sensitive flesh through thin material. Breaths came in short, sharp gasps as the pair were locked together, joined at the lips. Hands continued to roam, pulling away layers of clothing.
Kam was flipped onto her back as the other girl clambered onto her, a wave of crimson falling to stroke her face. Her lips were as red as her hair, and naturally so. She dipped her head, her teeth closing against the skin on Kam's neck until the other girl bucked almost violently, shying away from the brutal attack. A soft laugh filled the air, barely head over the thump of music coming from down the hallway. Sitting up, Kam pressed the girl to her, arms snaking around a slender body, lips playing across perfect, creamy skin.
Long fingers stoked Kam's cheeks as the girl worked a hand down to her thigh, stroking the tender flesh for a moment as she pushed Kam back, until she'd fallen back onto the bed, her head cushioned by a dozen silky pillows. The crimson girl leant forward, clamping her lips to Kam. The kiss was had, unyeilding, full of lxst and desire. A strange urgency Kam had never before felt, never been witness to. The girl's hands began to roam again, stroking Kam's flat stomach, moving down to muscular thighs, working over the smooth skin as they progressed.
“What's your name?”
“Kameron. Why?”
“I want to know what I'll be screaming later.”
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Sitting up, Kam stared at the empty space beside her, frowning curiously. Her head throbbed, the dulled affects of alcohol still lingered. Rising from the bed, she went about pulling on her clothes, the three-quarter jeans she'd worn, the baggy Spongebob shirt. Combing her fingers through her short, gel-flecked locks, Kam frowned as she stepped closer, tilting her head to inspect the bright red bite mark against her skin. There was more than one. Several bite marks, coupled with a dozen odd love bites littering her neck and shoulders.
“Oh, God...”
“Someone looks like she had fun.” Turning, Kam's eyes feel on Janice, on the strange look in her friend's eyes. Shaking her head, Kam plastered a smile to her face as she unconciously stroked one of the bite marks on her neck, the mark she could still feel. “I was worried, Kam. You're a player, we both know that, but last night... you were acting like you'd finally met someone. The one. But I guess not, considering.”
“Do you know her name? The girl I was with last night...”
“Nope. Sorry. I'll see you round, though. I've really got to go. Ben's been calling like mad, and I can't think what I'm going to tell him. You weren't the only one who managed to get lucky. Love you lots, babe.” Janice grinned, waving before she vanished back out the door.
“Yeah,” Kam grunted. “You love me so much, you let me get drunk, sleep with some random I don't even know, and act like I'm some hero because of it.” Rubbing the back of her neck, Kam left the room, threading her way through the bodies that hadn't made it to a room, or a proper sleeping surface, and out into the early afternoon. She stuffed a hand into her pocket, frowning when she pulled back a corner of paper. In red lipstick, someone had written their number and 'i had so much fun. you should totally call me' in small letters.
“Ah, crap.”
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“So, what was her name?”
Kam frowned as she looked up at Ana. The young girl, sitting lazily on Vanilla, looked painfully blank. It was as if someone had taken a cloth to the girl's face and wiped away any trace of expression, any shed of thought, that could be found. Chewing at her lip, she debated asking Ana what she was on again, but there was the dull certainty that Ana knew she did, and clearly, what was the point in hiding it? It wasn't as if she and Ana were together. At least, not according to Ana.
“I don't know.”
“Was she drunk?”
“I don't know.”
“What did she look like? No. Wait, let me guess... you don't know that, either.” |
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