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parents would be horrified, and people would think they were sick,
twisted, because of what society deemed as taboo.
    Or
maybe it was just the whole bad boy thing he had going on? Maybe that’s what
turned her on so much? No, it’s something
more, something deeper. Landon has more to him than what he shows everyone.
    And
then she saw him through the kitchen window, the porch light illuminating his
big form as he stood there drinking a beer. He was so much larger than many of
the other guys, so much more muscular. People didn’t know him, didn’t
understand him, and aside from Devon and a few of the other assholes in the
school, people tended to stay away from Landon. The fact he was only eighteen,
but looked like he had a lifetime of experience, turned her on even more.
      Standing and pushing all thoughts away from
Landon, she headed over to where Marie was. For a second she didn’t know if she
should interrupt, but then again if she didn’t she’d be here all night.
    “Marie,”
she yelled out. It took another few tries, but finally the guy that was dry
humping and mouth screwing her friend pulled away. Marie looked at her, her
mouth red and glossy, and Lyric couldn’t help but grimace at the sight.
    “You
okay?” Lyric asked. Marie grinned and nodded.
    “I’m
good,” Marie said, her voice clear, her face not showing any signs of being
drunk, although she’d known Marie hadn’t been wasted when she started making
out with the guy.
    “I’m
going to get some water and head home,” she had to shout out. They’d driven
separately for this exact reason, and although Lyric had a few beers, she was
fine to drive.
    “What?”
Marie said, but it wasn’t because she couldn’t hear Lyric. She pushed the guy
away from her, but he didn’t stray from her. “You’re leaving? It’s early
still.”
    Lyric
shrugged. “I’m not having a lot of fun, and as entertaining as it is to watch
you make out with him,” she tilted her head to the frat guy, “I am also tired.”
    “Then
I’ll go home, too.”
    Lyric
shook her head. “You’re having a great time.” She grinned. “I mean unless you
want to go home?” Lyric asked, not sure if Marie wanted to get away from this
guy and didn’t have the chance.
    Marie
looked over at the guy and grinned. “I don’t want to, but that doesn’t mean I
want you to leave by yourself either.”
    “I’m
good, Marie, really. You stay and have fun, and text me when you get home.”
    They
hugged, and Lyric went into the kitchen for a bottle of water. Once she pushed
her way out of there, bottle in hand, she headed out the front door.
    She
stood there for a second. At the front of the house a bunch of people still
congregated outside, smoking. But mainly everyone was inside or out back. The
house was kind of out in the middle of nowhere, so the threat of neighbors
calling the cops wasn’t too bad. She reached into her pocket for her keys, and
before she knew what was happening someone grabbed her around the waist and was
pulling her toward the side of the house. She opened her mouth to scream, but a
hand was slapped over it, having fear rise up even harder in her.
    Lyric
was pressed against the side of the house, but with the big body pressed to
hers, keeping her immobile, and the hand still on her throat, she was helpless.
    “God,
you smell good.”
    Her
eyes widened at the slurred sound of Devon’s voice by her ear. He started
working his mouth down her cheek and throat, and sucked at the base of her
neck. She tried to wedge her hands between their bodies and push him away, but
he was a big guy, and strong, too.
      And then a wet mouth latched onto her throat.
    “You
taste so good, Lyric.” He ran his tongue up her throat and kissed the side of
her mouth. Lyric turned her head and tried to push him away, but he had her
pinned to the side of the house. He let go of her mouth, but wrapped his hand
loosely around her neck.
    “Devon,
let me go. You’re