Chapter 1

                                    

                                          
I glanced around the crowded house; there wasn't a way someone could move without running into another person. The house was almost completely filled with people, and all of the furniture had been moved to give extra space to the guests.  
                          
At least this person was smart. The last house party I went to the furniture was still out during the party and it was completely destroyed before the party had even ended. Of course that was mostly because of the alcohols hat had spilled on it, and how anything breakable had ended up broken. The whole night I had had been filled with cracking of wooden furniture and the crashing of broken lamps and vases.
                          
It wasn't the way to throw a party and that kid got busted by his parents. There is no way to make a good enough excuse on why the living room furniture is broken and why anything breakable is laying on the floor in a heap of glass. No excuse can fix it, especially when your parents walk in on you getting laid. I haven't seen that kid in a few days now that I think of it. His parents must be having a field day with him for breaking the rules.
                          
I walked through a large throng of people dancing in what I assumed was the living room. The music pounded in my ears, jostling my brain slightly, as I walked past the music system and into the kitchen. The table and counters were covered in bottles of alcohol. There were different colors for fun loving people, hard core liquor for the experienced partiers and the start off for first timers.  
                          
My hand automatically reached towards the vodka, and all I could think about was how I wanted to get so drunk off my ass that I would hardly be able to remember my name. I thought again for a moment maybe I shouldn't do that, but as I was about to pour something different, four stark naked boys ran past me. I definitely didn't want to remember that in the morning.  
                          
The liquid sloshed around in my cup with each slightly unsteady step that I took. I stopped walking and glanced over those that were too drunk to care that they were basically having sex in the middle of the dance floor with their so called 'dance moves'.  
                          
"Wow." I said sarcatically to myself. I was disgusted by the sight, and slightly jealous, I wished that I had a hook up night, but I'm a one man kind of girl.
                          
As the cup touched my lips I felt a hand grasp onto my butt, sending me forward slightly from my lack of balance. The alcohol was starting to affect me less, but it still had an effect if I wasn't careful. I guess I shouldn't have choosen the tequila.
                          
I looked up to see Mark Troxley standing over me with a similar red solo cup in his hand.  "Can I help you with something?" I asked slightly rudely.   
                          
"Actually I was hoping you'd say that." He said with a smile as he took my cup from my hand and placed his and mine on the table behind him.
                          
"Why is that?" I asked with a smile tugging onto my lips.
                          
"Would you like to dance?" He asked as he pressed himself against me.  
                          
"Sure." I said with a smile as I felt the reason he wanted to 'dance' with me. I ground my body against his and he stood against the wall.  
                          
His lips found mine while his hands travelled over the fabric of my dress. I slowly moved my hips to rub against the growing bulge in his pants. I licked his bottom lips to ask for entrance and he accepted without hesitation. I lost balance as the feeling of his tongue dancing against mine, my mind blurred and my breathing picked up. His hands clasped onto my hips so that he could hold me closer to him and didn't move the whole time we were together. 
                          
I could hear his breathing start to match mine as he started to feel the intense emotion that had already straggled my heart. He began to pull me tighter to him in an attempt to get closer, which wasn't possible since there wasn't an inch of space between us. Although, I knew one way to get closer and I needed it badly. When he was hard enough, his lips pulled away from mine and he led me away from the party. He took me upstairs, as wobbly as I was I could keep up with him. I saw his hand reach for the door knob and turn it, he glanced inside to make sure no one was using the room and then gestured for me to follow.   
                          
He took off his shoes and left a sock on the door before locking it. The few moments were slightly blurred; it's cliché but it happened so quickly that I didn't even really notice. I laid on the bed and Mark slowly slid off my panties, dropping them to the floor as his eyes raked over the prize he had won.  I could hear the soft sigh escape his lips as he spoke.
                          
"God, you're beautiful Audrey!"
                          
I heard his zipper come undone, and glanced down to see the Lucky Brand classic saying 'lucky you' written on the zipper flap. I bit my lip eager to see him, but he moved my head up to look in his eyes. They were hungry, silently begging that I was okay with what we were about to do. I laid on my back and arched my hips to give him entrance in anticipating for what was coming. 
                          
"Glad you're so eager. I know this will be good, my little rebel." He said with a soft sigh and a pleased smile tugging on the corners of his mouth.  
                          
***  
                          
I was so close to finishing as I gripped onto the headboard so I wouldn't hit my head while Mark started to pick up speed. The sounds of the party were drowned out by the noises of our moaning and small comments about our sexual experience.  
                          
"God, you feel so good," he groaned as he felt me spasm beneath him, the ball of pressure had finally bursted into a sense of pure pleasure. Ever since my first time with him I knew that I would be his constant hook up. He refused to date, but whenever he needed a girl I was his call. At first I was hurt that he wouldn't ask me out, but then I didn't care.  
                          
I loved how it felt, and as long as I didn't get attached he kept coming back. Truth is, I was starting to have feelings for him, but he would never know that. He would drop me and this wonderful feeling of pleasure wouldn't happen again.
                          
Well, it might, but not with Mark. Mark kept the other guys off of me. He treated me like I thought a boyfriend would, although, I couldn't be sure since it was actually illegal to date until we were eighteen. All the stupid laws that were made after Anna Cowles was kidnapped were such a drag, I can't believe half of them even passed.    
                          
Of course, parents were in such a state of fear they would have voted for anything to protect their children. Too bad for them is that they didn't realize that the laws would just make it more fun for teenagers to break the rules.  
                          
Although, I was eighteen, but I was waiting for Mark's birthday in a few days in hope he would ask me out and we could be official. Just as Mark finished and fixed his jeans there was a banging on the door that caused both of us to jump.  
                          
"Don't people know what it means when the door is locked and there's a sock in the door?" Mark asked with a chuckle as he handed my panties to me with a mischievous smile. "Be sure to find me again in three days. I have something I want to ask you then."  
                          
I felt a wide smile spread across my face in anticipation for what he would ask me. I was about to answer him when the door was kicked in and slammed into the wall behind it. Two cops came into the room to see Mark with my panties in his hand and my legs spread for another round.
                          
"I would like to see you talk your way out of this one Audrey. Anna and Garrett will not be pleased." A family friend, Officer James Sparks, said as he allowed me to hurriedly get dressed before he grabbed my arm roughly and led me from the room.  
                          
How was I going to explain this one to mom and dad?