"Aren't you getting dressed?" Mirabella was fixing her hair in front of the big mirror in the living room.

"No." Samantha simply said.

The Coopers have just moved to Bristol from Homes Chapel. This was their first night in the house and none of the twins were excited about it. Samantha tried to cover it by getting her head in the books, but Mirabella made sure their parents were aware of her misery all the time.

The two girls are the total opposite of each other. While Samantha is calm, caring, and lovely, Mirabella is a total hurricane, she parties even when she's not supposed to, she wears heavy makeup and dark clothes. But not Samantha. She prefers life, she prefers a good shirt with matching shoes, she prefers a clean face. It is not that she doesn't like to party. She does, a lot, but sometimes she prefers to be in her own world, away from the mess that is her sister.

"You should go, honey. I'm even extending your curfew to 1 am." Their mother said. "You can meet new people. Maybe you will make friends for tomorrow!" She squealed.

Both daughters laugh, looking at each other.

"Nah, I'm good mom. I would rather stay at home and have a good night of sleep before the first day of class." Her head turned to the book again. She wasn't going. That was settled.

"Nerd." Mirabella said, rolling her eyes. "So, I guess I'm going then. Don't want to miss the big parties!" She ruffled Samantha's hair, which caused her to groan and kissed her mother cheek. "See you later dad!" She screamed to the first floor, where her father was.

"Have fun, Bella!"

She was planning on it.

Mirabella had been in Bristol only four times this summer and during those visits, she didn't care enough to see where things were, so with the GPS on her hand and the cigarette on the other she walked and caught the bus to where the party was. She finally arrived at the club. It seemed the party had already started, and the line was not as big as she suspected, which made her very happy. She hated to wait. While on the line, she busied herself with her phone and her pack of cigarettes but soon enough she took her eyes out of the screen.

"Man, what the fuck! Go to the end of the line!" She yelled at the two boys who had just passed her.

They stopped once she made herself heard and turned to her. One of them had the curliest hair possible, and his face was almost hilarious, if she weren't so pissed, she would have laugh of how scared he seemed. The other had a grin on his face and quickly tucked his hands on his jacket pockets.

"Sorry love?" The smiley boy said.

"You heard me. I've been waiting. Go to the end of the fucking line."

"Cook, she's right. It isn't polite to cut the line."

"Shh, JJ." The Cook dude said, giving a step in Mirabella's direction. "Love, I'm a VIP. Do you know what that means?"

"Of course, I know---"

"Very impressive cock." He laughed at his own joke. Hard.

Mirabella just stood there, watching him with a raised eyebrow.

"JJ, Cook!" Someone called the two boys. Mirabella stretched her neck to see who it was.

A dark-skinned boy was on the other side of the security guard. Indian perhaps?

"They are cutting the line!" She shouted at him.

He gave her an extremely confused look, then looked at Cook who was only now calming his laugh.

"Okay, alright love. It was a nice chat. But we have to go. The party awaits. C'mon JJ." Cook said, grabbing the curly boy by the wrist and dragging him to the inside of the club.

She gasped, angry. This was not a great start.

"ID please." The security guard asked her when, finally, was her turn. Great that was just great.

"Aren't you going to let me in? I'm with those lads that cut the line." The security guard gave her the look. She sighed.

It was not that she didn't have a fake ID card, but it was in such an awful state that she wasn't sure if it would pass. The security guard was still looking at her, waiting.

"Yeah, fine." She mumbled, rummaging through her purse in search of it. "Here." She showed him and he kindly smiled.

"Have a nice night." The ID was delivered it and she tossed it into her purse again.

The club was not that big, and it was clear that the maximum capacity had been crossed. Mirabella remembered of her sister and of how much this would freak her out. She laughed, making her way to the bathroom while passing through all those sweaty bodies. She took the powder out of her bra and carefully pour it into her phone's screen. With a random card, she made a line a quickly sniffed it.

"Where you are looking at?" She barked to a girl who was watching her. The girl stepped back and got into one of the booths.

She cleaned her nose and got out of the bathroom. Before the coke started to kick, she wanted to drink something tasty. She was thirsty. She scanned the club looking for the bar and once her eyes caught it, she rushed to it, asking for vodka with passion fruit juice. She paid to the bartender and went to the dance floor. She wanted to make her first night in the town memorable.

Hours passed by. Her feet hurt but she didn't care. She was still dancing between all those bodies all by herself, enjoying her time. She was feeling like she was floating, but she needed another drink. Opening her eyes, she tried to make up the place where she was. The bar couldn't be far.

"Gotcha!" She smiled when she picked the bartender.

Not bothering to say sorry, she stumbled between all those bodies, until she arrived at the destination. She asked for straight vodka, for her, the night was still young.

"If it isn't the Saviour of the Motherland." She heard and snapped her head to the side. She rolled her eyes.

"If it isn't Cock." She smiled, tilting her head.

He smiled back, amused.

"Do you want to see it?" He raised both of his eyebrows.

"It will be 5£." The bartender shouted through the music.

Before she could reach for her money, the lad next to her gave the bartender the money.

"I can pay my own things." She informed Cook.

"What? Can't a lad be a gentleman now?"

She laughed, grabbing her drink.

"I bet you are a lot of things, but I'm sure a gentleman is not one of them." She sipped in her drink starting to walk to the dancefloor.

"Are you here by yourself?" He followed her. She nodded. "Do you want to hang with me and my lads?"

She looked at him.

"Sounds promising, but I'll pass."

"And with just me?" He stopped in front of her.

She looked him from head to toe, then her eyes snapped up again.

"Keep buying me drinks. I'll get back to you." She winked at him and started to move her hips to the rhythm."

More time had passed. Cook kept on buying her drinks, and by now she was already grinding on him. One of his hands was on her waist while she rolled it like it was his fucking birthday. Her butt kept on gridding hard on his, already hard, dick, and her hands were up in the air. She rotated herself and grabbed Cook by the neck. Now both his hands were on her waist, and both of their bodies were thrusting on each other. She closed her eyes, feeling his fingers run free in her skin, her mouth caught a piece of his neck, and he pulled her closer to him.

"C'mon naughty girl." He said in her ear, giving her his hand and pushing her through the crowd.

He peaked into the bathroom, checking if it was as free. For his delight, it was. He slammed the door beside them and locked them inside the booth.

"Let's see that impressive dick then." She provoked, starting to undo his belt.

He laughed but let her do it. She grabbed both his pants and boxers and pushed them to the ground. Soon enough she was kneeling on the floor, in front of his cock.

"So?" He asked, looking down at her.

"It will have to do. I guess." She shrugged and before he could protest she swallowed it all.

He gasped, leaning his head in the wall. Her head was moving fast, and she was using his thighs to support herself. Besides the muffled music the only things that could be heard in that place were Cook's moans and the swallowing of his cock.

"Shit." She said when she backed up. She looked up and cleaned her mouth with the palm of her hand, smiling. He grabbed her by the arms and pulled her up, not wasting any time on kissing her. His hands made its way to her skirt. Once inside, he ripped her collants and moved her knickers away. "Fuck. You are so wet." He mumbled into her lips.

"Then fuck me." She commanded.

Quickly he pulled her up by the waist. Her legs surrounded his waist and he sat on the toilet. One of his hands grabbed his cock while she ripped her collants even more. He positioned himself on her entrance when she impulse herself up and then she slowly let her body down. Both moaned.

"Are you ready?" He asked and she kissed him, starting to move her body up and down.

He did the same, not wanting to waste any more time. The velocity got higher pretty fast. Mirabella was grabbing Cook by the shoulders. Her hair was in front of her face and Cook's lips were on her neck. The sound of their skin slapping against the other was getting louder and so were her moans. She could feel every inch of him inside of her and she could feel how close both were. He was grabbing her by the waist, controlling her moves, going deeper every second. He was close.

"Grab my balls!" He demanded, panting against her skin.

She did as instructed. One hand went down to find his balls. Once she found them, she grabbed them and squeezed them. He groaned out of pleasure, quickly getting out of her. His semen started to shoot all over her t-shirt, but she didn't mind. His forehead was resting on her shoulder while both were panting. She started to touch herself, moving her thumb through her clit. Once Cook was finished, he let two of his fingers inside of her and started to move them. She moaned, pulling his face up with her free hand and then kissed him. She held him close, moaning loud against his lips, and then she came, with her legs shaking and her head spinning.

They stayed in that position for a while, catching their breath and collecting themselves. Mirabella got up. Looking at the dried semen on her t-shirt.

"One more ruined." She said while fixing her skirt.

Cook also got up and pulled his pants up while she unlocked the door. She looked at herself in the mirror. A fucking disaster. Her makeup was smudgy, her hair would make a good house for the rats. She fixed it the best she could. Cook leaning at the door frame, looking at her. She smiled faintly at him through the mirror.

"We should this another time." He finally talked.

"I don't think so." She opened the bathroom door laughing slightly.

"What's your name?" He asked, not moving an inch.

She looked back at him.

"Mirabella. But everyone calls me Bella." She turned her back on him and disappeared into the crowd.

Once she was out of the club, she checked her phone.

Sammy 🦸‍

I covered your ass again. No need to thank me. See if you can get home soon. It's past 2 am now.

Mirabella laughed, checking the time. Almost 4 am. Oh well, at least she had fun. She walked home, she needed to reset her body so she could be careful when she got home. She didn't know how long it took for her to arrive, but for her, it seemed like a whole night. She entered the house carefully and climb the stairs and as fast as she could without getting caught. Peeked into Samantha's room and smiled.

"Thanks, Sammy." She whispered.

She made her way to her room and collapsed on the bed. 2 seconds later she was asleep like an angel. 

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A special thanks to katrose983 for correcting any mistakes I had and to sucker4biebs for being so excited about this story. I love you girls, thanks.