Chapter One




Downtown Los Angeles, California

Allison Moore

Iam buzzed out of my mind for the second time ever in my life. The first was just two months ago when I turned 18. My best friend, Brooke, threw me a party. I thought the Jell-O shots I was being dared to take weren’t that strong. They didn’t even taste like alcohol. It wasn’t until I was swinging my halter top over my head that I realized maybe eating so many wasn’t the best of ideas. Ironically, the same guy who dared me that night is the same one that’s daring me to make a fool of myself again tonight.

“Ladies,” Aaron says, as he waits impatiently but amused. He’s buck-naked on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. His large frame takes up most of the regular-sized bed as he lies with his feet crossed at the ankles and his hands laced behind his head. “Are you two going to join me, or what?”

I look at Connie, who shrugs a “why not” at me. I can tell by the look in her eyes there’s no way she’s backing out of anything at this point.

Earlier, when I ran into her, I was just finishing up a double shift at the Rock Bottom Lounge near my house in Long Beach. It was supposed to be my night off, but the place was packed. I agreed to come in and help with the crowd. Connie ended up sitting at one of my tables. I hadn’t seen her since we graduated a few months ago. Not that we were anywhere close to being friends—she ran with a different crowd, but I still didn’t mind hanging out with her tonight. I should have known when she had to drag me all the way Downtown we were going to end up in trouble. I have to admit, it was fun trying to sneak into the club, but right now, I’m not so sure about doing this.

Connie has no such reservations. She starts to undress, stripping out of her black mini skirt and silver sequin tank top. Her black bra and panties are off next. I watch her as she abandons her clothes on the floor and runs naked to join Aaron in bed. Even though the lights are dim, I can still see them both very clearly. Judging by Aaron’s face, he is happy with how Connie looks naked. I’m not as comfortable with my body as they both seem to be and I don’t like the idea of them seeing me naked. I stand over-thinking the situation, unsure if I really want my first sexual experience to be with my best friend’s brother and my “sort of” friend, as I called her when I introduced them.

“Come on, live a little.” Connie takes her tongue out of Aaron’s mouth long enough to try to persuade me. But, I’m still fully dressed at the edge of the bed looking like an idiot. “It’s really no big deal.”

No big deal, she says. Well, yeah, it’s a pretty big deal to me. This wasn’t at all how this was supposed to go when we came here with him an hour ago. But then, the alcohol kicked in and inhibitions started to fade. Now here I am, chubby Allison Moore, with freckles still on my face at eighteen and my teeth still caged in braces, boldly undressing and climbing into bed for a threesome.

I lie between the two of them, wishing we were at least under the covers so I wouldn’t feel so exposed and so close to freaking out.

“Don’t worry, I know how to make you feel good,” Aaron whispers to me as he moves down between my legs.

My eyes shoot straight up, fixing themselves to a spot on the ceiling. I don’t want to look down at him looking at me down there. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I can sure feel what he’s doing. A gasp of air enters my throat as he takes my clit in his mouth and sucks it. It takes me by surprise and I cover my face. I’m so embarrassed at how good it feels. I don’t even care that I’m smudging up my glasses.

“Mmm, you like that, don’t you,” he says to me, flicking his tongue back and forth, hitting my now pebble hard clit at just the right spot. “I can tell.”

Connie removes my hands from my face and quickly sticks her tongue deep in my mouth before I can stop her. No one has ever attempted to kiss me with all this wire in my mouth. My one and only kiss before this was with Ralph Nelson when I was thirteen. I found out later it was because he had lost at truth or dare.

“Mmm,” I respond. I don’t even try to fight her.

All rational thought goes out the window as my body spirals completely out of control. Aaron’s tongue glides over my clit easily now since I am soaking wet. I feel my orgasm building and I begin to moan loudly, no longer caring how it might sound.

“Ooo, she is about to come,” Connie says. I begin to writhe and whimper under him. “Faster,” she tells him.

“No, I can’t,” I moan, raising my hips off the bed and tugging at Aaron’s hair for him to stop.