one-night stand: (noun)
1. a sexual relationship lasting only one night

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One of the main perks of modelling is making friends from different towns, which means you don't get invited to the same shitty party every weekend with the same idiots who get drunk and trash the place.

In fact you get to meet a range of different people which means your party experience varies. You get to meet all the posh people, all the chavy people, all the druggy people, all the hippy people.

It keeps you entertained and I value having something different to do every Saturday than watch the same thirty people get drunk in one of their parents' basement.

Britt is my closest friend I've made from the modelling industry. Most people are fairly stuck up and see you as competition, meaning you don't get to make many friends. But Britt is different, she's down to Earth and she's generous.

I met her on my third fashion shoot with Topman, she offered me some calming tablets as my knee refused to stop shaking. This was my first proper fashion shoot after a couple amateur ones and I did not want to fuck it up.

After the shoot she told me how amazing I did and that I take a great picture, and ever since we became good friends. She's easily the nicest person I've met on a job. Everyone else just stares you down like you're going to steal their dream but Britt sure knew how to make me feel at ease. She's one of a kind.

Fast forward to right now, she had invited me to a party in her local town. One of her childhood friends lives in a mansion and their parents are away for the weekend, typical.

When I say mansion, I mean a mansion. You know for sure that this is the rich kid area and we did not grow up the same.

Alcohol welcomed us upon entry, there was even a DJ instead of just a speaker and someone's playlist.

"As if these are what your parties look like," I shout into Britt's ear as she sips from her cup.

She turns towards me with a wide grin. "You get to see how the other half live!" She exclaims.

"Yeah this is just insane," I comment, glancing around at the endless entry of girls in heels and dresses, boys wearing shirts and smart jeans.

"Come," she grips onto my hand and guides me through the house. "I need to pee."

"Of course," I roll my eyes and tilt the cup back into my mouth.

The free alcohol wasn't even cheap beer from the petrol station, it tasted premium. Everything here is completely baffling me.

Britt finds the bathroom and manages to cut the line like a pro. I lean against the opposite wall and wait for her, knowing full well that she might be about a hundred hours. I've seen what girls are like in movies, why can't they just be in and out like guys?

I eye up the line waiting for the bathroom, cussing out Britt for cutting in front of them. Her confidence is like no other, I'd just sink to the back with shame after everyone shouted at her for cutting.

When I turn my head down the hall I catch a glance of three boys standing together in a circle drinking from their beer bottles. I flick my eyes from the blonde guy to the brown haired guy, catching my attention instantly.

He isn't as tall as his blonde friend but he's still a couple inches taller than me. Broad shoulders filled out by his black t-shirt, hugging his biceps like a glove as he bends his elbow to raise his drink to his lips.

Then he takes a slow sip and licks his plump lips, his mouth clenching when he swallows. Noticing the shape of his strong face, sharp chin and chiselled jaw. He is the definition of stunning, purely stunning in the most masculine way.

I glance down his attire from his t-shirt to his cargo trousers and crisp white trainers. Then I slowly drag them back up, drinking in this ravishing view.

As I lay my eyes back on his, my heart leaps out of my chest when his eyes are already settled on mine. I gulp and distract myself with my drink to try and save myself from this situation, or the fact he fully just watched me check him out.

I look back to the bathroom door, Britt clearly is taking a shit or making a Tik Tok. A soft sigh releases from my chest, looking away and back down the hall by accident.

The three boys still standing together, almost too embarrassed to even look back at the guy with biceps the size of my head. But I couldn't help myself, I just had to have one more glance at his face.

So I do, a quick glance. He smiles at his friends, listening in to their conversation and then he drags his gaze over the hall. Our eyes collide and I don't move mine, he doesn't either. I suck in a breath and I feel like I'm stuck in a trance, a trance of this delicious human.

He narrows his gaze and it makes my stomach flip, if only I knew what he's thinking.

A hand folds in on my shoulder and I reluctantly tear my eyes away from him, looking down at Britt. She grins and shakes her head. "You were miles away then," she comments before gripping my hand and guiding us down the hall.

We pass the group of boys and I purposely look away, I could guarantee that my cheeks are as red as a strawberry right now. And I did not want Britt probing me with a thousand questions.

Britt takes me into the kitchen then to the living room and then out into the garden. She introduces me to the party host and a few of her childhood friends. They joke about her career as a model but it's clearly a private joke between them.

They seem sincere and not passive aggressive about it which comes as a surprise, I guess I'm used to people in my town judging me for what I post online. Thinking that I'm some dumb kid who failed school and all they had to fall back on was modelling.

A waste to society.

We happily drink the free booze and I chat to people over the course of the night. I excuse myself to fill up my drink, Britt demanding I fill hers up too. I comply because she invited me to this party tonight and it would be better than sitting in with my parents, my mum probably shoving a thousand different castings down my throat.

As I walk back to the kitchen I loop around the sharp hall and into the room, I halt my feet just before I bump into the person who emerges from the door.

My face falls when I see it's the guy who I was shamelessly eye-fucking earlier.

He's laughing with his friends as he exits the kitchen, his mouth spread into a wide grin. Dimples on either side of his cheeks. My knees shake and I want to melt into the floor at the sight of him.

His friends clock me and slide around my body so I can enter the kitchen, he comes last and we graze shoulders. I should not have felt that in my dick.

I settle my eyes on his and then I look down to his lips, glistening from the liquid of beer on his skin. He licks it off as we pass and then he smirks, why is he smirking at me?

My head shakes, filling up our drinks and trying to control myself.

He's just a fit guy. I know plenty of fit guys. I see plenty of fit guys at castings all the time.

It's obvious I haven't got laid in a while because even his smile makes me hard. Jesus, I run a hand over my face and drink a cup full of beer before refilling it again. If I get drunk, he shouldn't affect me.

That is my logic. Such stupid logic but at least my cock will go floppy. That's half the problem solved.

Britt is relieved when I bring back her cup of alcohol, she's already pissed but I guess these are her friends and they'll be here to look after her if she gets trashed. I still need to make it home somehow.

Another hour passes and I'm not as drunk as I wish. All I knew is my bladder ached, I've drunk so much beer and I needed the toilet before I burst.

I follow the hall back to the bathroom and groan when I see the queue. I could easily go outside but that's never classy. So I slip up the stairs, there must be hundreds of toilets in this mansion.

My eyes are peeled for any doors that are hidden away or already open, I slip down the left side of the house and finally stumble into a bathroom. Releasing my dick from my pants and barely making it into the bowl, I close my eyes in satisfaction as I enjoy every second of my piss.

After a few moments I clean myself up, take one glance in the mirror and attempt to fix my hair. I shake my head realising that this is good as it's going to get, I exit the bathroom eyes looking out at the bannister above the stairs.

I could see white trainers and then when I move closer, I see the guy from earlier.

He's leaning so effortlessly against the wooden bannister, that smirk still on his lips. He gazes up at me and nods subtly. I stop in front of him, I'm not sure why but I feel like he followed me. Unless he needed the toilet and I'm as dense as I look.

"Are you from around here?" His deep voice surprises me and I shouldn't have enjoyed it as much as I did.

My head shakes. "No, are you?"

"No..." he trails off, pushing up from the bannister. Our feet merely inches from one another. "I've seen the way you've been looking at me."

My eyes widen for a brief second before I recover. I clear my throat and flick my eyes between his, now noticing how dark and lustful they look. Oh the sort of eyes you'd submit yourself to, the sort that would have you at your knees begging for mercy.

"Like what?" I finally find my voice.

He quirks an eyebrow and he runs his tongue along the edge of his bottom lip. His eyes study mine for a few moments before he speaks, I didn't mind when he looks this good.

"Like you want me to rip your clothes off."

My throat clenches painfully at his words, my cock hardening instantly. Regardless of how much alcohol I had drunk, there was no denying that this man was about to set me off like a firework.

"Do you?"

"Yes."

I part my lips to inhale before I passed out, then decided to take this upon myself and make the first move. I couldn't let him slip through my fingers after the way we've been looking at each other.

My feet take one step closer and I grip his veiny wrist, pulling him away from the bannister and down the hall. I didn't know where I should go but I soon find a vacant bedroom, the guy follows me in and I shut the door behind him.

He backs into the wall and I inch closer, getting a whiff of his mouth watering aftershave. Oh, he smells so fresh, clean and fucking lickable.

His dark eyes hold me captive as our faces almost touch. I replicate his smirk and glance down at his lips. "Then rip them off." I state, the alcohol having completely taken over.

With the flash of a second he wraps his hand around my throat and forces me into the opposite wall. My back hitting it with a thud. His lips invade my neck and I arch my spine giving him better access to my skin.

His hands fumble with my trousers and I do the same to his cargo pants, desperate to undo the buttons and release our cocks. I cup his core and I almost moan at the feeling of his hard member beneath the fabric, he's just as turned on as I am. And that's so fucking sexy.

My heart beats quickly, so fast I can hear it rattle in my neck and I'm sure he can sense it too.

It takes less than thirty seconds for our pants to be off, I dive my hand straight into his boxers and stroke his thick length. Oh boy, he's so fucking thick.

He grunts in my ear and soon he follows, gripping my own hardened member with his warm palms. We groan together as he continues to pin me against the wall, both of our hands working each other's cocks.

Pre-cum oozes into my hand and I can't help but smirk, leaning forward to nip at his neck and collarbones. He angles his head up at the ceiling as I pick up my speed, stroking him hard and fast.

"Fuck," he curses and my stomach clenches.

"Do you have a condom?"

He pulls away quickly and reaches into his pants to retrieve the foil, he hands it to me before releasing my cock and dragging me over to the desk.

His hands slip under my shirt and he kisses every inch of my skin but my lips. I chew on my lip and devour this moment, this scorching hot moment where I'm being eaten up by his delicious lips.

My boxers are yanked completely and the guy peers up at me. "Put it on," he urges me and I blink back at him.

He looks at me like I'm acting crazy and then I realise, he wants me to fuck him. I hang my mouth open in shock and eventually I nod, bringing the foil up to my teeth and ripping the packet.

I roll the lubed condom onto my cock and twist his body around to face the desk, I grip the back of his hair and force him over the wooden desk. He releases a soft grunt as I push him down, his cock twitching at my strength.

My eyes follow down to his rounded ass, so perfect. I wanted to sink my teeth into his cheek. I slip my thumb down his crack and swirl it around his hole gently, he breathes heavily into the table and glances back at me.

I push my thumb inside and he groans, closing his eyes as I push it up to my knuckle, gently easing back and then in again. His deep moans make my cock ache painfully.

Even I can't hold this off any longer so I remove my thumb and I grip my covered cock and press it into his tight little hole. It squeezes my dick so tight that I almost lose myself instantly but I recover, he groans aloud and claws at the edge of the desk. I lower my hips, sinking my whole length into him with ease.

"Shit," he clenches his eyes shut again.

I slide in and out, slowly picking up my pace. Placing one hand onto his shoulder to keep him in place, beginning to pound him. The sound of our skin echoes off the walls and he moans deeply, my cock throbbing inside him at the sounds he's currently making.

My hand slides into his hair and I yank back his head, a surprised hiccup escapes his throat as I slam into him. The desk rattling from underneath us, his ass milking my cock like there was no tomorrow.

"Oh fuck," I grunt, my hands holding onto him tightly. "You like that?"

"Yes," he pleads before biting down on his bottom lip. "Fuck me harder."

I move impossibly quicker, making each thrust count. Strong, hard and full of determination to make him bust all over the floor.

"Yes, yes," he cries out. "J-Just like that."

His body jolts across the desk as I continue to pound him, not once slowing down or showing signs of stopping. I'd do this all day if I could, he looks so perfect laying there just taking my cock.

I release his shoulder and loop my hand under his legs, gripping his throbbing member with my hand. I stroke his cock with every thrust I give, keeping in at the same pace with my rhythm.

"Jesus Christ!" He shouts aloud.

His cock vibrates in my hand and he buries his face into the desk, panting heavily. "Oh shit, oh shit," he moans like he's preparing himself. "Oh fuck, I'm so close. Shit, I'm so close."

"Oh yeah?"

His throat muffles an agreement and I can't help but smirk.

"Come on then," I taunt him. "Come all over my hand."

I watch as his fists dig into the desk tighter, railing him from behind. His mouth opens and he grunts, hot cum squirting all over my hand. His ass tightens and I can feel it around my cock, just enough to send me over the edge as well.

As he comes down from his, I set off. Slamming myself into his ass as I dump my cum into the condom and hold him in place. Still catching his breath from his own climax.

I remove myself from his tight ass and he releases one final grunt. The condom is taken from my cock and I wrap it up in a knot before throwing it into the bin. I grab a tissue from a box on the desk and wipe my hands from his cum.

The guy stands up from the desk and pulls up his pants, along with his cargo trousers. Our eyes meet and I can't help but smirk, he returns the favour and I realise I could do that all over again.

"What's your name?" I ask between long breaths.

He pulls up his pants completely and does up the zipper, he inches closer to me and glances down at the necklace between my chest. He touches it, admiring the pendant. I never take it off, it comes with me everywhere.

My grandmother gave it to me, she's the first person I came out to and when I did she gave me this necklace. It has small engraved cherries on the front of the pendant and her initials on the back. We have the same initials which makes it so special. She told me that if I wear this, it'll protect me from the bad in the world.

As the guy continues to stare back at it he smiles, nods and then releases the jewellery. His eyes gravitate back up to mine and I blink once. "I don't do names, sorry... Cherry."

My heart rattles at the harmless nickname, we just had hot sex and now he won't tell me his name. Maybe we're not destined to know each other, one night of hotness and that's it.

He takes one step backwards and before I know it he slips out of the door, leaving me all alone.

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