Just One Glance (Oh Tequila #5) - C.A. Harms Page 0,15

both Darcy and even Vera drool over the piercing artist after I exited the room with him hot on my trail. He was good looking, there was no doubt about that. Dark hair, dark eyes, and those lips. Even I considered knocking off number three on my list when he flashed me that killer smile of his.

But it wasn’t him or even his hands and the idea of them touching me that made me go forward and knock out another item on my list. It was Sonia, and seeing how sexy her own piercing looked.

“Though Max was a master at his art, it was more for me. But feeling him touch me was a pretty great bonus if I do say so myself.”

“Who are you and what have you done with my quiet little virgin friend?”

Ignoring Darcy, I turned from side to side admiring both my tattoo and piercing, feeling more confident than I had in a long time. “I’m still here,” Biting my lip to hide the ever growing smile on my lips I suddenly feel four inches taller. “I’m just tired of hiding.”

1. Rock a pair of heels like the hot girl I am.

2. Get my girlie bits waxed.

3. Share my red lipstick with a gorgeous guy. (That means kiss him)

4. Skip class, because I’m hung over.

5. Forego panties and go dancing in a short dress.

6. Give my number to a random guy.

7. Pick out my favorite nail polish and forget it landed in my handbag while tossing it in the cart. (Shh, it’s not stealing if it’s an accident.)

8. Get a tattoo in a secret hidden location.

9. Pierce something, like a nipple or a further south region.

10. Cash in my innocence, to a well-endowed peer.

Chapter Eleven

Jay

“You’re Jay, right?” The brown-haired beauty asked when she’d finally reached me. Those fuck-me eyes she was giving me made me momentarily lose my mind. So I just nodded. Like a damn adolescent virgin boy, I nodded.

She smiled, leaned in a little closer, and shocked me to my fucking core. “My name is Wren, and call me curious, but I was hoping you’d give me a private showing of your performance last year. Maybe without the streamers of course, I don’t really want anything to obstruct my view.”

She said this as she looked down at my cock, then to top it off she bit her lip and tilted her head just slightly. And again I was fucking speechless.

Maybe getting drunk on tequila and swinging my dick around at a party that over a hundred people were at wasn’t such a bad thing. Or was it?

“What are you drinking?” Wren grabbed my glass and brought it to her lips. “Mm.” The girl didn’t even flinch as the Tequila coated her mouth and slowly made its way down her throat.

I should have been scared of her forwardness, but I was feeling good so why not?

“Let me get you a fresh one and you and I can go somewhere a little more private. Get to know each other a little better.” Again her gaze was averted and I felt my dick harden with anticipation.

***

I woke and attempted to roll over only I couldn’t move. The weight of someone was restricting me. Without opening my eyes, I reached out and immediately my hand came into contact with something solid. Not delicate, not pretty, but thick, and as I continued to explore I grew rigid from head to toe when a displeased groan echoed in the silence.

I was afraid to look, knowing already whatever I see could never be unseen. Somehow I’d managed to convince myself if I could somehow get up, find my clothes and escape, all while my eyes were closed, I could forget about whatever it was that took place. That I didn’t see it for myself so in no way could it be true.

I remembered last night, I remembered the sweet one who walked up and propositioned me without a second of hesitation.

I’d heard of beer goggles, hell, most of my brothers had shared stories of going to bed with a princess and waking up with an ogre, but that shit had never happened to me. And I refused to accept that it had happened to me now.

Gently and with great caution I began to move. Inch by inch, I slid then paused, weighing out the situation, listening for any signs that my unwanted guest was alert before proceeding once more. With one arm stretched outward, I could feel the shaggy carpet beneath