I woke up to someone pounding on my front door, making my head pound too. I hate loud noises, they give me headaches.

“ Open the damn door,”- someone yelled.

That someone is my fucking best friend.

Uggh I'm going to beat her ass.

I got up and go open the front door roughly.

“ The heck bitch, it's ten in the morning,”- i snap at my best friend Aria.

She smiles from ear to ear as she invites herself in. Bitch.

“ You're usually up early. What time did you come home?“- she asks as she goes to the living room

I slam the door shut and turn the lock. If I don't this old door may open by itself. It has happened before but I can't afford to change it.

“Five am!“- i say.

Her eyebrow rise and a smirk spreads on her lips.

“ Who did you fuck?“- she asks as she follows me in the kitchen.

I turned on the coffee machine. I can't open my eyes without coffee. We're too young to drink coffee but we started when we were fifteen, at the same time we started alcohol and Aria nearly turned in a addict. If she start drinking she won't stop until she's passed out. Bad trait. Or bad genes, because he father was a alcoholic and abusive. At least with Aria's brother Anderson. Aria says he never hit her, hard to believe.

“A stranger,” getting back to the topic.

“ Whoaa, really?“- she asks as she sits on the kitchen counter while I make two cups of coffee. She loves gossip, me too.

“ Yep, I don't know his name, I don't know his age I didn't even saw his dick because he fucked me from behind,”

I hand her the hot mug of coffee. Her jaw dropped so I put a hand under her chin and closed it.

“ And what attracted you to him?“- she asks.

“ His face,”- i say point black and she laughed.

I said the truth, the stranger handsome face attracted me to him. We rarely see handsome men like him. Too bad I didn't even ask for his name.

“ And how it was?'- she asks.

Now a smile spreaded on my own lips. I sip my coffee.

“ At the beginning a little painful because he couldn't fit it but then it was the best fuck of my life,”

She laughs and I look at her. She's still a virgin. He had a boyfriend but broke up with him.

“ Are you going to treasure your cherry longer?“- i ask and she laughs again.

“I might if I find some stranger with a handsome face,”- she says.

I shake my head, we both know thats a lie. Aria will never give her virginity to some stranger.

Even if he has a handsome face and looks like those book boyfriends as Aria blabs all the time.

We spent the day together, taking the bus and going to the city centre.

We're not rich, we live with our brothers in a poor neighborhood. Luckily our apartments are our parents and we don't pay rent.

My parents died in a car crash years ago and Aria's parents abandoned them.

I miss my parents so much.

My big brother Joe is best friend with Aria's brother, Anderson.

They work for the mafia and we don't see them often. It's not like they're important, but they earn enough to be comfortable. My brother one time said that they're are the drivers for cargos.

Drug dealers more exactly. I hope the police never catch them because they will spend most of their lives in prison.

Although Aria's brother cares about her my own don't give two fucks about me.

He's kind enough to give me some money so I keep living and that's because my parents made him promise that if something happened to them he would look after me. It's like they knew something might happen to them.

“School starts in one month,”- Aria says with a sigh.

The idiot is a fucking genius, the best hacker in school but when she thinks about studies she acts like she has cancer, god forbid.

“ You will survive!“- i say and she rolls her eyes.

She might appear  tough but deep inside she's a sweet gentle funny soul.

We take a cola and walk around the park, even though is the middle of the day and it's fucking hot.

“ I'm stupid for coming with you in the middle of the day, I'm fucking baking,”- Aria complains.

I pinch her arms “ I'm sticking with you in the rain you stick with me in the hot,”

She glares at me and takes a big sip of the cola.

“ I'm surprised you didn't take a bottle of whiskey with you,”- i say and she chuckles.

“ The budget is low this time,”- she smiles as she looks at something on he very old phone.

Not that mine is any better.

I take out a packet of cigarettes from my pocket and offers one to her.

Yeah, we're smokers too.

Two weeks have passed since I meet that stranger. I haven't seen him again since that night.

It's not as if I felt hurt when he left, it was just one fuck but what I wouldn't give to get fucked like that again. To feel that big cock stretching me to pain.

That's why tonight I make my way to that club again.

Alone this time.

I know it's dangerous, going alone in clubs but I couldn't resist more.

A hour passed after I ordered my first drink and I didn't saw him.

Then too, my ass is numb from sitting on the wooden stool. No sight of him.

Three hours passed, still no sight.

By the four hour I was in my third drink and after I finished it I got up.

Today it's not my lucky day.

I open the door that leads outside the club and slammed into a wall of muscle.

“ Sorry!“- i mutter as I look at the man.

My eyes widen is surprise.

It's him! The stranger.

He smiles down at me and he says something but I don't hear what because the music is so fucking loud.

I see a annoyed expression on his face as he grabs my wrist, pulls me outside and close the door.

The club wall are soundproof because outside you don't hear a peep.

“ What are you doing here?“- he asks.

It's not like I will tell him that I came for him but why is he being rude?

“ Having fun,”- i say and he raises a brow as he takes a step closer.

I take one back, until my back hit an actual wall.

And we're in a fucking dark corner.

If he kills me here no one gonna see.

What the fuck Kris? Not everyone is a murderer.

He comes very close to me and put a hand on the wall beside my head and the other one on my naked thighs.

My breath hitched from the contact.

“ Did you came with someone?“- he whispers in my ear and then kiss my neck.

I moaned. Fuck!

“ No!“- i whisper as he places another kiss.

His hand on my thigh went up, under my dress as his fingers found my pussy and he cupped it.

I moaned again.

I know, I know I should push him away but that's why I came here. To get fucked

His fingers slipped under my panties and his warm fingers found my clit.

My breath hitches and I felt like I was going to come in a second.

He gently rubbed it and I let out a slow moan.  It feels so good, incredible so I spread my legs a little.

“ Shssh, we don't want to attract attention now, do we?“- he says as he rubbed my clit.

“Fuck!“- i hiss as he slipped two fingers in.

“ Fuck!“- i said louder and he shut my mouth with his other hand while fucking me with his fingers. I'm so wet they slipped inside easily.

Fuck it feels so good. Too good. My toes curled.

The darkness prevents me to look at his handsome face and although I saw him the first time in the club I couldn't make out all of his features.

“ Do you want to come pretty bird?“- he whispers as he thrust his fingers deeper.

He called me pretty bird? But I can't focus on that when his fingers are making magic in my pussy.

I nod my head since I can't talk with his hand on my mouth.

He plugged his fingers hard and faster, my back arched as I got up on my tiptoes, chasing my orgasm.

“ Come!“- he ordered and I obeyed him, my orgasm shattering as my own juice hit the floor. I came all over his hand and fuck me it's the best orgasms I've ever had from  a man fingers.

He took his fingers from my pussy and licked them one by one.

“ Delicious,”- he moans. My core is clenched.

Then he took his hand off my mouth.

We looked at each other for a few moments.

Not speaking not moving, just staring.

Until he looked away “ Go home!“- he said, turned away and left.

Did he just ordered me to go home?

No he didn't.

He left again. This time I felt a sting of hurt. Why? Ugh I didn't ask for his name, again.

He made me come and left again.

Frustrated I go inside the club and order another drink. Well of course I won't listen to 'a stranger'

He hasn't left my mind since the first night.

I need to get him away from my mind, he isn't the right one.

I looked at the boys dancing.

Most of them are my age.

My eyes went to a particular one, blonde and lean.

Quite the opposite of the stranger.

I went closer to the blonde and started dancing next to him.

A few seconds passed when I felt two warm hands on my waist and a body from behind.

I turned my head up sideways and the blonde looked down at me and smiled.

I smile back and I shake my hips on his groin.

He's not much taller than me, not like the stranger who I could barely reach his chest with my head.

Stop thinking about the stranger Kristine James.

We dance but I'm not excited.

In fact I'm bored so I leave.  I don't want to make it farther.

I make a excuse like I'm going to the bathroom but leave the club and go home.

Fuck, that stranger has already messed with my head.