City Boy

Katy parked her truck in front of the old mine entrance five hours later. She’d been searching all over for Harry, and finally one of her friends called and said they’d spotted him by the mines. Years ago they were worked for coal, but there wasn’t much there and they ran out of money, so here they sat.

She really didn’t want him in a car with her for ten minutes, but he needed to loosen up. His mother had made it clear that they’d be staying for a while,

She rolled her window down and hung an arm out, turning down the radio. He was sat on a rock outside, sleeping against the entrance wall. He looked amazing like that, like he wasn’t actually a disrespectful asshole.

“Heya, gorgeous!” she called, jacking the radio back up, blasting ‘Merica’. He stirred, then sat up straight, squinting at her. He groaned and rolled his eyes before pushing up to his feet. He was obviously not happy to see her.

“What the hell do you want?” he shouted over her music. She laughed at his attitude. He was such a drama queen.

“What in the world are you doing all the way out here?” He came up to the window and glared.

“Enjoying the solitude,” he snapped.

“Well, me and the girls are meeting over at Dark’s Farm with all the guys for a little throwdown! Thought you’d like to see what a country party’s like, being one of them city boys, and all!”

“Just leave me alone. I don’t want to talk to you, I don’t want to go to your stupid parties, hell, I don’t even wanna be in this country.”

“C’mon, it’s gonna be fun! We got drinks, music, the works!”

“Why should I?”

“Honey, if you’re gonna be here for a while, you’re gonna wanna make some friends, so I suggest you learn how to party. Also, I been driving around for half an hour trying to find your ass, so show some respect.” Katy grinned. He released a heavy sigh. “Get in,” she said, jerking her head toward the shotgun door. He shook his head, but climbed in anyway and leaned an elbow out the window. “Not a talker, apparently,” Katy mumbled.

“No, I just don’t want to fucking be here.”

“Obviously. Hey, you ever been out on a quad after the rain?”

“No…”

“Tomorrow, after lunch. Be at the shoe store in clothes good for getting dirty.”

“Define dirty,” he said with a smirk. Katy laughed, feeling quite good that she brought out some sort of smile.

“Well, that depends on whether you’ll be getting on the quad or pulling me off it,” she tossed back. He chuckled slightly as they pulled up to the party. The entire ice-rink sized lawn was covered in kegs of whiskey, beer, and who knows what else, along with trucks backed in with their tailgates down. Out back was a crappy stage set up with two six foot high speakers on it and a few microphones. Here goes nothing.

~Harry

Harry couldn’t believe Mum made him move out here with her asshole husband. Now he was stuck in this shitty little town in the middle of who knows where, in a truck with the sexiest and most annoying woman he’d ever seen. She wouldn’t leave him alone, and had told him off in both conversations they’d had so far. Maybe he’d get lucky at this party and get laid. He needed it… it had been, like, a month. Whatever.

They pulled into a field and Katy backed into a line-up of trucks with their tailgates down. She jumped out of the truck and ran around back, pulling her own open and rolling out two kegs of whiskey. Damn, back home only the biggest and the baddest brought the drinks.

“Harry, grab a cup and fill ‘er up!” she shouted over the loud music. The heavy base thundered through his heart as he climbed down and was handed a red solo cup of something. Just what he thought. Whiskey. These people obviously didn’t drink anything else…

“Hey, sexy,” someone giggled drunkenly from his left. He turned to see a young blonde swaying dramatically to the music and was about to tell her to fuck off when she passed out on the ground. He rolled his eyes and set down the cup, picking her up and laying her in the back of somebody’s truck.

“Harry, what the hell? Get your ass dancing!” Katy laughed, pulling him into the crowd of moving bodies. He never really enjoyed dancing. He felt that sex was much more worth while than grinding on each other for an hour. He relocated his cup and began to throw back the booze, finally feeling the tension in his muscles start to release. His vision got a little blurry, but that was ok. He could still walk in a straight line. Maybe.

He brought his arms above his head and swayed his hips in a way that the girls back home would drool over, and it obviously had the same effect here. He brushed off these girls, though. He was tired of the ones that would do anything for him. There were so many. He didn’t want that anymore. In his drunken state he realized that he was dancing with Katy. Very close. They were almost touching. They were both smashed. They were laughing.

“Dammit, you’re so hot,” he slurred, running his hands from her shoulders to her thighs and back. She was wearing a pair of cut-off denim shorts and a plaid shirt tied half-way up her stomach. Her skin was so soft, so perfect it only served to intoxicate him further. She giggled and moved closer, pushing her chest into his. The lights around them blurred his vision and soon all he saw was Katy, touching him, dancing, moving, kissing, grinding.

He forced his lips against hers and her drunk body responded eagerly, sending heat pulsing through his body. She moved one hand under his shirt and over his hard stomach and chest, eliciting a lazy moan from the back of his throat.

“Let’s get out of here,” he mumbled, catching her wrist and pulling her away. Soon they were in the truck, swerving down the empty old dirt road. Then they were at a little house, kissing and touching and moaning. “I wanna see you,” he whispered. He lifted her shirt over her head, and she did the same to him. Then her hands clumsily fumbled with the button on his jeans. She popped it, and he knew she could feel how much he wanted her when she pressed her palm to him. “Ughhhh, Ka-Katy,” he groaned loudly, sliding the shorts off her legs, then her boots. He kicked his converse off and shoved his jeans down, leaving them in the pile of clothes on the floor.

Then he was pushing her down onto a bed, never releasing his lips from her tan skin. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling herself into him.

“Harrryyy, I want you now,” she whispered, sensually slurring her words together. Overcome with lust and desire, he swiftly disposed of her bra and made quick work of his boxers, yanking a condom from his wallet on the floor and rolling it on. Pleasure was pulsing through his body as he could feel her guiding him to her center. He thrust hard into her, and she threw her head back and screamed in pleasure. He moved clumsily, drunkenly, but found a rhythm with her bucking hips.

Before long, they both could feel the ball in their stomachs coming undone. Withfinal thrust, Harry sent them both over the edge, screaming, cursing, tightening their backs and collapsing fully onto the bed. Their rapid heartbeats and heavy breathing slowly evened out.

“Hold me,” she whispered. He awkwardly wrapped her in his arms, and the pair fell asleep almost instantly from exhaustion and alcohol.

Notes

This chapter was shit, ugh........ it took forever! My brother graduated yesterday, from highschool. I think it's safe to say that tears were shed. By me.