First Time

Beautiful bright green sultry eyes stare at me from across the room, their intense gaze trained specifically on me, ignoring all the other people flitting around the crowded room. I glance down quickly waiting a second before I peek back up, remeeting the glowing green gaze. I flush as I stand on the wall clutching my red solo cup; I take three giant gulps of my drink, trying to remind myself that this was the reason I allowed my sister to drag me to the party in the first place. I shudder as the warm spice of the alcohol tickles its way down the back of my throat before I nod my head, summoning the owner of the green eyes over.

His name is Kevin and he thinks that I’m the most beautiful girl in the house or at least that’s what the slightly slurred murmur said in my ear over the hum of the loud music. His eyes, up close, were hooded and glossy, though they stared into mine with the same intensity of stark carnal desire. The corners of his mouth were pulled into a loose smirk as he leaned over me and continued to slur a variety of compliments into my ear, while I stood proceeding to gulp down the contents of my cup.

When I finish my drink I look up, his bright green eyes meet my brown and we stare at each other for a good minute. “You want to head upstairs?” I whisper into his ear.

Upstairs the two of us slip into an empty bedroom and I lock the door behind us. The green of his iris shines in the reflection of the lamplight, his pupils never leaving my body as I slowly peel out of my clothes. This is what I was here for.

We were out of our clothes and onto the bed before I could try to convince myself to back out. His gaze burns holes through my skin as his glossy green eyes glaze over with the intoxicating aroma of lust. Bright red lines shine as they streak across the stark white of his eyes, his hands exploring the length of my torso and below. His veins pulsate at his neck, its speed mirroring the thundering of his heart which I could feel thumping between my thighs.

I press my mouth against his neck and run my tongue along his collar, tasting the saltiness of his sweat. He moans as I press my teeth into his skin and run my tongue along the length of his shoulder. His moans quickly turn into screams of terror as my jaws lock down onto his shoulder and my teeth tear through his flesh and muscle tendons. Blood squirts into my mouth and sends the hot liquid sliding down my throat, thick and sweet like maple syrup. I rear back and moan in delight, licking the blood off my teeth like candy.

Kevin lay underneath me, clutching the hole in his throat. He stares up at me, green eyes while no longer cloudy, are big, confused, and wild like an injured animal.

“Thank you for being my first time,” I whisper before I smile and continue to devour my first meal.

As I finish, I watch his green irises pale to gray.

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About the Author

Sierra Beeler is a Senior at UNCC, majoring in Creative Writing and minoring in Film and Women and Gender studies. Forever a daydreamer, Sierra aspires to one day monopolize an entire weeknight with her own slew of TV shows, more popular than anything Shonda Rhimes could make. On the rare occasions when Sierra is not somewhere being obnoxious, you can find her doing one of her many passions: writing, drawing, filming, screeching (also known as singing), etc.
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