This is what makes us girls by Lana Del Rey

Everybody knew that we had too much fun.

It's Saturday morning. The last thing I'd expect to be doing is marching through the streets of Massachusetts on international news in my underwear. 

It sounds bad put like that, but that is quite literally what i'm doing.

I'm at a march for women's rights. I spend most of my time at protests these days. We march for feminism in hopes of making a change. I'm actually proud of myself. 

I wear nothing but a set of black lingerie with red paint hand prints all over me. I'm here for my friends, i'm here for my family, i'm here for every woman I know. But most importantly, I'm here for me. 

I'm stepping up to the lectern, thousands of women wearing the same as me watching with proud eyes and posters with slogans.

"I'm Paris Rooney. And you've probably seen my tits." I start.

"When I was sixteen, I found myself befriending members of a gang. They were all mid twenties. We drank and smoked together. And one night we played truth or dare." I tell the microphone, cameras pointed at me.

"I was dared by the much older men in the room to take off an item of clothing every time someone chose truth. It should be noted that my teenage mind was jumbled up from excessive alcohol intake. I wanted to fit in with the older kids so I complied." I say in memory.

"When I was in my underwear, one of the guys was dared to take off my bra using only his mouth. This was recorded by a girl I had thought to be a friend. I couldn't see anything, it's all a blurry drunken haze. I just remember him kissing me all over. The 23 year old man kissing me. I received wolf whistles from other guys in the room, complementing the piercing on my nipple that I had drunkenly been coerced into getting." 

I shift on the podium, silence as the street full of people watch me.

"That night, I received a phone call informing me something had happened to someone I loved. I hurried back to my family and friends, leaving the gang in the dust. I knew it was the right thing to do, but then videos and images from that night were angrily uploaded online for the world of pedophiles to view at their convenience. Today, everyone in that gang sit in prison." 

I blink and look to everyone.

"The piercing is still there. The tattoo I got on that very same night is gone now. The words chosen by the friend read 'insert dick here' and an arrow pointed to my ass. Through laser surgery i've managed to get that tattoo removed. I've grown to love the small blur on my butt where it once was. It reminds me how far i've come. My boyfriend certainly likes my piercing. But every time he kisses it, my mind will always go back to the 23 year old man. I want him to kiss me there. But I didn't want that man to." I say firmly.

I take a pause to inhale a shaky breath.

"One night I attended a ball at my sister's home in Texas. I was dancing with my boyfriend at the time when we were swarmed by paparazzi. I asked them to step back and their boss ran over to see what all the trouble was. I felt his hand on my waist, trailing down my hips and squeezing my 16 year old ass. That man walks free because I told everyone it was no big deal. It didn't feel like it at the time. Because I was used to being treated like an object by men." 

I brush my hair off my face with one hand.

"When I was 13, I had a boyfriend for three years, one who constantly asked my body for things. I didn't give him those things, but I let him kiss me and make me feel guilty every time I said no. My Mother passed away abruptly one night, that night he took me to bed and tried to touch me. I told him no, he didn't like that answer, so he hit me. And he continued to hit me any time I said no from then on. When I was 16 I moved to Texas, he travelled to be with me for the week. He tried to hookup with me and I almost let him, but then he got a text from my best friend who had been sleeping with him behind my back. When I got mad at him he got mad at me. He punched me. I was so furious I broke up with him and sent him home." I list.

"That same ex boyfriend tricked me out to a beach at night. He told me if I didn't sleep with him he would shoot me." I say.

I point to the very clear scar on my stomach that will always remain. "He shot me because I didn't sleep with him." I hear my own voice break with anger. "That man is now dead, having committed suicide mere moments before he could be caught and served the justice I deserved." 

I take in a shaky breath, aware of the tear sliding down my cheek but making no move to wipe it.

"I grew up being used to ass slapping on the street, or wolf whistling wherever I walked. Much like almost every girl in this world, I grew up terrified to walk alone at night. Men complementing my dress purely to see what's under it." I say.

"I think sex is great. But only when I ask for it. When i'm sober enough to say I want it. I like my boyfriend touching me. But I wouldn't like it if he did it when I was blackout drunk. I trust him. But I didn't trust all those other men... And having a boyfriend doesn't make me a slut. Having sex with the man I love doesn't make me a slut. And i'm sorry some of you are so small minded that you disagree. But I can show up here today, in only my underwear, and it doesn't make me a slut. If you're distracted by my body then you're the problem." I growl.

"I've always been confident in my body. I've never minded revealing dresses. I've never said no to wearing only my underwear to a feminist march and making a speech. But endless comments on my posts calling me fat, or ugly, or disgusting have made me hate myself. When I was a teenager I had the tiniest little bit of fat on my stomach, i wouldn't even call it that. But commenters constantly asked if I was pregnant. They asked for my bra size. They told me they wanted to hurt me." I say sincerely.

"That's why i'm here. I don't like being degraded or sexualised by the media.. I don't like being threatened at gun point to sleep with a man.. I don't like being physically and mentally abused for not wanting to have sex.. I don't like having my ass slapped.. I don't like having grown men take off my drunk minor selfs bra.. I don't like wolf whistling.." I cry out.

"So do something! Instead of just sitting down and letting it happen. It's all good and well saying the things i've been through is shit! But believe me, I already fucking know that! So do something. For your Mothers, sisters, daughters, friends, girlfriends, wives, neighbours, aunts, grandma's and me." I finish.

The applause roars through the street as I step down.

Videos of my speech go viral online, millions of people supporting me, and others doing just what I said in the speech. 

"Did you say something? Sorry i'm distracted by the tits"

"slut"

"I would give anything to be that guy who took off her bra"

"If only she were a little older, then it wouldn't be weird for me to say I want to pin her down and fuck her in the mouth."

"Saving this video for later when my wife isn't home"

"Anybody know where I can find the video of her bra being taken off?"

"I saved the video of her tits two years ago when it came out, this reminded me to have a rewatch. Lucky @GraysonHawthorne. Damn. Wish I was you."

Grayson must have seen the comment he was tagged in because he subsequently replied.

"You mean the non-consensually taken video of my nude then-minor girlfriend drunkenly being assaulted? The fact anyone would willingly confess to watching what is basically child pornography is beyond me, but you can expect a call from our lawyers right about now. You should be ashamed of yourself. And yes, I am extremely lucky to have a girlfriend as gorgeous as mine, it's a shame we won't be able to send you our Christmas card because you'll spend Christmas in a prison cell. Fucking pervert." 

That comment then immediately blew up the internet alongside my speech, both of us going viral immediately.

"You fucking silenced the world with that speech, Paris." Maddie tells me, armed still wrapped around me from the hug she gave me when I first arrived home a couple hours ago.

"I think I only made it worse for myself. People now realize i'm an adult so they can literally objectify me however much they want." I groan as I shovel a slice of pizza into my mouth.

"I'm sorry babes. But this is just the start of the revolution, i'm telling you." Rachel tells me assuringly. She too was at the march in her underwear. Hayden and Wyatt were at the march as well, a little further back to give the main space to us women. Maddie however was working and watching us on the tv above the bar she works at, gutted she missed out.

My phone starts to ring at around 8pm and I expect it to be Xander calling for our night time call. Instead, Grayson's name flashes across that screen.

"You go get yourself virtually laid now, you deserve it." Maddie teases, hitting my back when she sees my boyfriend calling.

"Fuck, I was gonna shower before I spoke with him." I complain, realizing I still have these red hand prints all over me.

"Call him in the shower. He'd like that." Rachel winks.

I scowl at them and rush up the stairs to answer, flopping across my bed.

"Hey." I smile when it finally connects. "Hi baby." He grins softly, also lying across his bed in his pajamas.

"I'm so proud of you. We all watched the whole thing on tv. You were so brave." He whispers.

"I saw the comment. Thanks for defending me." I say melancholy. "I'm sorry they're even still saying that shit after what you just said." He says with disgust.

"It's fine. I expected it if i'm honest. But the good comments completely flooded the bad ones." I dismiss. 

"Yeah. It was mostly positive." Grayson agrees.

We just sit in silence for a moment, looking at each other on our screens, smiles growing and cheeks burning.

"I'm sorry Gray, but I really need to shower. I've got red paint all over me and I'm working tomorrow so I won't have time." I sigh.

I place my phone on the bed and sit on my knees above it to pull my sweatshirt over my head. I actually hear him swallow, turning red as he glares daggers into his phone.

"I was gonna shower as well." He blinks, forcing his eyes away from his screen.

I now realize a little too late how sexual that looked, me hovering over the phone, taking my sweatshirt off and now looking down at him.

"We should hang up now, yeah?" His eyes stay plant on one part of the screen at my face, certain he's trying not to let his eyes drop.

The way he's looking at me brings a special kind of pulsating heartbeat to between my legs.

"We could always just stay on the call." I whisper seductively.

That's all it takes for us to both rush off our feet and scurry into our own en-suites, locking the doors and propping our phone up on the wall directly opposite the shower head, giving us both full body views when we step back to the water.

"How do we do this?" I ask, my voice barely there with nerves.

"Take your clothes off." He says, equally as nervous sounding. I nod carefully and untie my gray shorts, letting them drop to the shower floor and throwing them out to the bathroom floor. 

"You too." I insist, he nods and starts to pull his white pajama shirt over his head, leaving his firm abs bare. His hands fumble with the drawstring of his plaid pajama bottoms that I bought him.

"Keep going." He ushers me. I nod and fumble to unclip my bra, letting it drop.

He freezes on the spot, letting his eyes trail up and down his phone screen to look me all over.

As he lets his pajamas fall, I let my underwear drop. Both of standing completely naked in front of our phone screens.

I shiver, watching his hard dick for what feels like forever.

In sync, we both turn on the hot steamy water and let it ingulf us, as we stare at one another.

"Fuck.. I wish I was there." He groans. 

I lean one hand against the wall where my phone is, giving him a much closer view. "What would you do if you were." I whisper.

He doesn't miss a beat, coming closer to his phone. "I would touch you." He says with a rough voice. "Where?" I beckon.

"I would run my hands over your hips, then up your tits." He tells me exactly what he would do to me if he was here, and I take his words as instructions, doing exactly what he tells me he would do. 

"I would bite down on your lip." He says, making me bite my own lip.

We both touch ourselves sensually how the other instructs us to. Our soft whimpers and groans blending to create a symphony.

"Take the shower head off." Grayson instructs, making me puzzled. "Just trust me." He nods when I hesitate.

So I do as he says, and continue to do what he says when he tells me to turn the shower off. And when he has me turn it onto massage mode.

Then he tells me where to put it and I choke on the air. "Trust." He nods assuringly.

So I do. I line up the nozzle between my lets and right when he says, I turn the water on and actually scream out when the strong stream of water pulsates inside of me.

I try to move it away because of the pressure, "Keep it there." He orders. I nod and have to squeeze my eyes shut, gripping onto the wall and crying out with pleasure.

Grayson's now jacking off watching me. "Open your eyes." He groans out. I gnaw down on my bottom lip.

"I need to see your eyes." He tells me. 

So i open my eyes and imagine it's him inside of me as I stare at his face contorting right when he's about to come.

"I'm about to-" I whimper, right when I feel my stomach tensing up and being consumed by pleasure.

"Me too." He assures me.

So we both release ourselves, staring at our phones at one another.

Then he watches me intently as I wash my hair, talking to me casually about all different things.

"I hear two voices! You're cheating on my best friend! I'm coming in!" I hear a voice yell from Grayson's side.

Then the door snaps open and Grayson fumbles to hide himself with embarrassment as Xander, Avery and Jameson all pile into his bathroom and thrust his shower door open.

"What the fuck! Get out!" Grayson yelps with mortification.

"I heard you moaning and talking. You were having shower sex with a girl, and Paris is in Massachusetts. Who else is in here?" Xander roars.

Grayson turns red as he turns the shower off, wraps a towel around his waist and gestures to me. Butt ass naked I look at the three of them now staring at me with wide eye.

I scowl at Grayson who mutters some explicits in an apology before lifting his phone and hiding me against his chest.

"You were.. with.. Gross!" Xander realizes and shivers with disgust.

"She's my girlfriend!" He says defensively. 

"That doesn't mean you've got to have phone sex with her all the time." Jameson says with distaste. 

"We've only done it twice in almost a year. You just keep walking in!" I groan from over the phone.

Grayson pulls his phone back from his chest to grin at me.

"You've only had sex twice in a whole year!" Jameson gapes with amazement.

"It's not even full sex." Grayson grunts. "Not exactly. There was that weekend in the summer." I interject.

"That was one weekend though baby." He sighs.

"But we still had sex like 8 times." I reply. I hear all three people on the other end of the call gag and groan with disgust.

"Sex 8 times in two days?" Avery laughs at us.

"We're taking all we can get. It's hard." I mutter defensively.

"Christmas." Grayson nods at me assuringly.

"You're better than me. I would immediately think Avery was cheating after seeing her once in a whole year." Jameson laughs.

Avery scolds him for 1 suggesting she would ever cheat, and 2 giving us ideas.

"Cheating?" I reply cautiously. "Yeah. You're both fairly attractive. It's not like you wouldn't be able to get someone." Jameson adds to the fire.

We're both beyond attractive. And now I'm a little more confident in myself I can honestly say I am really attractive. And I've always known Grayson was the most attractive man i've laid my eyes on. I may be biased, but look at his instagram comments and you'd understand what I mean when I say the entire world of girls are constantly thirsting over him.

"Yeah.. right. I need to go now." I swallow with disgust. I take my phone and hang up before I can even hear the words coming out of Grayson's mouth.

Would he cheat? Xander, Jameson and Avery all walked inside his bathroom thinking he was cheating without question. 

Is it that out of question that he would? 

Should I cheat to get back at him? 

No. That's out of question.

He would never cheat. But he could if he wanted to. But he wouldn't. Right?

(a/n. I know there'll be people who forget which chapter all those things mentioned in the speech happened — like the paparazzi thing so in the comments of each paragraph I put the chapter number for yous. Can't wait for this part to finally kick off. As always, thanks so much for reading, have a great day)