*Author's Note: this is my first attempt at writing erotica and I decided to start it off slow to allow it to be built upon in later parts. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Rikter
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Cold, that would have to be the word to describe it. But that was more likely to be the adrenaline than the late evening air, as the bones in my hands collided with the space just below his eye socket and were instantly shattered. It was nothing like how they showed it in movies or on the TV, in that, the guy goes down and his opponent stands over him, lightly wiping the drops of blood off of his fist with the bottom of his shirt. No, I should have known that the small fragile bones in my knuckles stood little chance against his skull. But what could I do? I was angry...angry......furious and he definitely had it coming to him.
My good hand grabbed hold of my recently fractured one as the realization of my mistake hit me as hard as the fist accelerating towards my stomach, I keeled over and despite the sudden burst of pain, I felt a slight twitch of jealousy at his better choice of target. That, however, didn't last long as I was hoisted up by my shoulders, by two unseen pairs of arms and leaving me on my knees. My head risked a look up and was rewarded with an open-palmed punch crashing against my nose. My vision went dark for a moment and as my sight flooded back to me, I caught a glimpse through the small group surrounding me. of her eyes still watching me.
Her eyes were watching me, and even through the groups of hopeful party goers I could still make out her features; her light olive skin and dark hair fused with her black nails and those two focused brown eyes. Even from across the room I felt her darkened chills gripping me as she continued to watch me, completely still. I wanted to look away, to walk away, but I found myself still staring. I was already sucked in, my control was beyond broken, whether it was the alcohol in my cup or the lust in her eyes, she had me trapped.
At another corner of the party, one overly-confident guest had tried his luck with the older sister of our host, getting a slap and a shove in the place of a reply. His unfortunate attempts at getting a handful of a college girl's pair of breasts would have gone unnoticed had it not been for his clumsy attempt at catching himself leading to an embarrassing display as he ended up knocking over a vase of flowers, causing many guests (myself included) to turn their heads towards the noise.
My care for the noise quickly evaporated, and when I turned back to my new found affliction, I found myself free of her glance and watched as she had begun talking to another guest, an older guy I recognized as one of the members of the college's football team. I would have expected relief to wash over me as I regained my control, but was only met with a sharp emptiness.
The night continued, I made small talk with some faces I recognized and even had short lived flirting session with one of the more drunk guests, before she left, complaining about my lack of attention towards her. It was true, despite my better wishes I couldn't help looking back across the room trying to catch her eyes again, but each time failing to do so. It seemed that every time I looked back at her, she had moved closer to her new found friend and it wasn't long before she was sat on his lap with her lips pushed against his and his hands firmly placed on her ass. The sight made my stomach shrink and caused me to call it a night.
I left the two soon-to-be lovers to it and headed off to find my friend for a lift home. It didn't take long since I found him charging down the staircase with a pink shirt in hand. My instant line of questions were soon answered as my attention was grabbed by a blonde who I realized to be the host at the top of the stairs screaming at my friend, while clutching at her large and now exposed breasts. I didn't take long to catch on, and sprinted out of the front door following my friend as we scrambled into his car and sped away from the house.
The car journey was mostly a blur, I could hear Josh's voice faintly, off in the distance, but my mind was filled with the image of her. I don't remember arriving at my house or thanking Josh for the lift, but I found myself in my room the next morning, face down on my bed and still wearing the same clothes I had the night before. Memories of the night before hit me as she entered my mind once more. I pushed them out of my mind for the time being and made my way downstairs. Both my parents had already left the house as was common on a Saturday morning.
A list of chores rested on the kitchen top. The first few chores took just over an hour and left me with one left as I took a break for lunch. I grabbed a glass of water from the tap and some leftover pizza out of the fridge before heading outside and starting the lawnmower. Out of all of the chores left for me, the one I liked the most, or at least the one I hated the least, was mowing the lawn. I was out in the sun and could take my shirt off while working to start on an early tan. Another benefit of mowing the lawn was the attention of my neighbor Charlotte, a 23 year old blonde bombshell who seemed to come out and tan every Saturday, just after I began working. I had caught her several times, watching me work without a shirt on and smiled as her face turned ruby red. I wasn't an overly athletic teenager, but I played sports with friends and took care of myself which allowed me to enjoy moments like these.
