I let the music enter me and fill me with energy. The lights in the room flashed and pulsed to the beat of the song, and I could practically see the music booming out of the speakers. Closing my eyes, I moved my hips with the rhythm and let myself get lost in it all. The drink I had in my hand filled me up with liquid courage, and in this moment nothing else matters but the melody coursing through my body. About halfway through the song, I felt someone come up behind me and start grinding with me to the music. I played along, laying down my smoothest moves on him. I moved my waistline the best way I knew how, and soon enough I felt the effect I was having on him. Feeling him against me, I turned around and faced my dance partner.

He was about 6 feet tall, and he had blemish-free caramel skin. His eyes were hazel, but in this light they looked gold. At a closer inspection, I noticed the freckles that littered his skin. I smiled, pleased at my catch.

My gorgeous dance partner smirked back at me, and when I saw his deep dimple I swooned internally. Standing on my toes, I reached up and pressed my lips against his. What felt like electricity surged through my veins, a good chunk of it going straight to my core. I gasped a little bit in surprise, and my partner used the opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth. Groaning in pleasure, I slid my tongue in his and we explored each other's mouths.

After a minute or two of delicious torture, I pulled away from him and gave him a wink. Taking his hand in mine, I led him upstairs. I found a vacant room after a couple of failed tries and I pulled my stranger inside.

Once I locked the door, we sprang into action. Our lips met each other again, and he guided me to the bed, laying on top of me. I reached my hands out and started to unbutton his shirt as quickly as possible. After I pulled it off and threw it to the side, I ran my hands down his torso and almost squealed in delight when I felt his abs.

He stopped kissing me, and pulled my shirt over my head slowly. Unlike me, he wasn't in a rush to get anything done, and it was driving me crazy. He started kissing on my neck, trailing down to my collarbone and lower. My core was now throbbing, I could feel my heartbeat accelerating throughout my entire body. Kissing my chest, he reached behind me and unclasped my bra in one swift movement. Pulling it off, he dove back down and drew my breast into his mouth. I gasped with pleasure when he started to suck on my bud. It felt so good I thought I would find my release from that alone. He flicked his tongue at an amazing speed against my bud and I let out a loud moan. When I thought I couldn't stand it anymore, he transferred to the other side and gave it the same torturous pleasure.

By now, I was a complete mess. It felt as if I was about to come apart at the seams. I have never been this turned on in my life! My mysterious lover pulled off my shorts and underwear in one movement. He started moving down again, planting kisses on my stomach all the way down to the inside of my thighs. He finally stopped torturing me and licked my slit, and I gasped loudly. He made his way up to my bundle of nerves and unleashed a beautiful assault on it, his tongue working wonders. I moaned loudly, already feeling pressure building up that I desperately wanted to release. He drew my bundle in his mouth and sucked, and I shut my eyes so tight that I saw stars. My legs started to shake, and he switched back to flicking it with his tongue. My legs shook furiously and I came apart with a scream. He kissed my core as I came down from my high, waiting for me to finish.

When I calmed down, he came back up to me and kissed me hard. I tasted my arousal on his lips and all it did was send more waves of desire down to my core. Still kissing me, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them off as he opened the wrapper. His manhood sprang up when relieved of its restraints and I gasped when I saw the size of him. Holy crap!

Smiling at me, he reached down and whispered in my ear. "Corbin."

I gave him a confused look. "Why are you telling me your name now?"

"You'll see soon enough." He winked.

I chuckled. "Lolita."

Giving me a serious look, he said "That's a beautiful name."

And with that, we were kissing again. Another surge of electricity went through my veins and found its way to my core. I could feel my wetness dripping, and the throbbing returned. Before I knew what was happening, Corbin was inside of me, and I was moaning. Loud.

He was so big that he filled me entirely, and I loved every inch of it. At first he went slow, driving me insane with each deliberate stroke. I wanted to tell him to go faster, harder, but all I could muster was a pathetic "Oh shit."

He seemed to know what I wanted though. He started pumping harder and faster, and I lost all of my restraints. I moaned and yelled in pleasure, and he grunted in delight. It felt so damn good, and before I knew it, I felt the pressure building up again with force. I came apart all over him and screamed out, "Corbin!" before I could stop myself. He took a few more quick strokes before he joined me with a yell of his own.

"Oh fuck, Lolita!" he yelled as he emptied himself into the latex that separated us.

After we both came back down to Earth, he pulled out and took the condom off, throwing it away. He then came back and laid in the bed next to me. He put his arm around me, and even though I'm not a big believer in cuddling after sex, I let him. Within what seemed like seconds, I drifted off to sleep in a stranger's bed, laying next to a stranger, thinking about the best sex of my life...

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I woke up with a pounding headache. Opening my eyes, I saw blood red walls and I immediately knew that I wasn't in my room. Well, not my room for the summer. Feeling someone's arm across my waist, I turned to see my cuddle buddy. Everything that happened the night before flooded back into my mind when I saw the freckled face that I swooned over. I gently took his arm off of me, rolled out of the bed, and gathered my clothes. I put them on hastily and rushed out of the house.

Luckily the house I was partying at wasn't far from the summer home, so my 'walk of shame' was pretty short.

It had to be about seven in the morning, but it already felt like it was 70 degrees. Today's going to be another hot and sticky day, but I don't mind. I knew the risks of coming to Miami during the summer. Or at any time of the year actually.

I reached the front door of my eggshell colored home for the next few months and unlocked the door slowly. I peeked inside the door and looked around, checking if the coast was clear. Nothing.

Huh. I might actually make it.

I walked through the door and closed it behind me. I checked my surroundings one more time, then I ran up the stairs and towards my room. I almost made it. My hand was on the doorknob when Maggie's door flew open.

Dammit!

Maggie stepped out of her room with a knowing smile on her face. She crossed her arms and waited for me to speak.

I gave her a small wave. "Good morning Maggie!" I said it as cheerfully as I could, and made a move to open my door again.

"Hold it!" she moved her strawberry blonde hair to the her right shoulder- a habit of hers. "Where were you all night?"

"Uh... I kind of knocked out at the house last night," I admitted sheepishly.

She let out a puff of air. "I would've loved it if you at least texted me love."

I rolled my eyes and shot her a smile. "I'm sorry mom, I didn't exactly plan it. It just happened. But I will try to keep you in the loop next time."

Chuckling, she said "Hey, I'm just looking out for you. You're like my sister, and I would hate for anything bad to happen to you when we're supposed to stick together this summer."

I mentally rolled my eyes at the memory of our mothers begging us to look out for each other, even though we're already practically attached to the hip. "I know babe, I'm not annoyed. I love all the attention you give me," I said laughing. "Let me just hop in the shower and then we can talk, okay?"

She nodded, and I entered my room. Immediately, I peeled off my clothes and threw them in the hamper. I walked into the bathroom, turned the shower on, and waited for it to get hot. While I waited, I took a look at myself in the mirror. Despite the fact that I just came from a party and sleeping at someone else's home, I still look pretty decent. My curly black hair was a little knotted but you couldn't really tell. It fell down my back in nice ringlets. My dark brown eyes looked a tad bloodshot, but they still had a sparkle to them.

Done staring at myself, I stepped into the shower and let the hot water rain down on me. After a few minutes of just letting the water hit me, I picked up my body wash and started to clean yesterday away. I couldn't wash away the thoughts though. Freckled caramel skin and hazel eyes swam through my mind, and my ears were becoming hot just from the thought of him. What was his name, Corbin? I actually kind of like that name, it fits him. My thoughts started to drift to him on top of me, but I quickly shook them away.

I don't think it's a very effective one night stand if you start fantasizing about him Lolita. You didn't come here for a relationship, remember? I snapped myself out of my daze and continued cleaning myself.

-

I came downstairs with a towel around my shoulders, drying off my hair. Maggie was sitting in front of the flatscreen, and I mean right in front of it, munching on a bowl of Lucky Charms.

I tsk'ed at her. "Do I need to remind you of how much you'd hate wearing glasses?"

She turned to me with a fake pout. "But Lolaaaa," she whined.

"There's a perfectly good, really expensive couch a decent distance away from the tv." I walked to the couch I was referring to and plopped down on it, resting my legs on the top. Maggie walked over and sat down next to me, placing her bowl of cereal on the coffee table and staring at me intently.

There was a silence. I knew exactly what she wants, but I don't really feel like talking much. "Your cereal is going to get all soggy," I said, nodding my head towards the bowl.

Waving it off, she said "Never mind the damn cereal. When are you going to tell me what happened last night?!"

I rolled my eyes. "I finally got some, as if it wasn't obvious enough."

She rolled her eyes at me and slapped my arm. "With who?! Was it good? Did you get his number? Are you guys going to fall in love and run away together?!" she rambled.

I grunted and sat up. I guess I always knew she was going to force the details out of me. "His name was Corbin,and-"

"Ooh!" she squealed, "That's a hot name. Does he look good?"

"If you would let me finish," she made a zipping motion over her lips as a signal to continue. "Well, he was about 6 feet tall, he had gorgeous, flawless, caramel skin. He had freckles, and his eyes were hazel..." I zoned out as I remembered his face. Damn, he really did look good. I don't think I fully appreciated his beauty last night. Which makes sense. I mean, I was a tad drunk and I did have a one track mind.

Maggie cleared her throat and brought me out of my thoughts. "Continue," she said in a sing-song voice.

Suddenly I was all too eager to tell her. "Oh my gosh Maggs, it was amazing! I literally think that was the best sex I've had in my entire life."

"You've only ever had sex with one person before Lola," she reminded me, "but damn, it was that good? I wish I was you right now. Are you going to see him again?"

I shook my head furiously. "You know why I came here this summer."

"Yes, you came here to have fun, live at the beach, and have sex. And as I've told you multiple times before, mindless and meaningless sex is not going to help you get over Jordan," she said sternly.

Tears sprang to my eyes at the mention of his name, but the sadness was quickly replaced with anger. "Don't bring that douchebag up," I growled.

"Acting like he doesn't exist anymore isn't going to help you get over him either love," she said simply, staring me down.

Memories of the last night I saw him rushed to the front of my mind, and I couldn't stop them. I remember destroying his room in a fit of anger. I remember crying and screaming like a hysterical mess. I remember him lying to my face even after I found out the truth. That's what he was best at, lying his ass off. I shook the thoughts away again.

"Whatever. I'll probably never see Corbin again anyway, so that's that." I paused, and added, "What's the problem with having casual sex anyway? You do it!"

Maggie's eyes softened. "Yes, I do, but that's not your lifestyle love and you know it."

"You don't do it often at all, I don't see the harm in doing it once in a while," I retorted.

"There isn't any harm in doing it once in a while, but you love too hard," she said, stressing 'once in a while'.

I crossed my arms. "I don't love Corbin."

Maggie got up, picked up her soggy bowl of cereal, and went to throw it away. "It's only a matter of time before one of your one night stands turns into something more, trust me."

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Woo, new book! I just got the sudden urge to write a new story, so here it is!

What do you think of the characters so far? Lolita? Maggie? Corbin? Well, you don't know much about Corbin but still.

Comment your thoughts! & vote if you like the story so far!

-Thea :)