Dear Winston | The Outsiders

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TW: This story does include Drugs, Alcohol and Smut

I laid fully sprawled out on the lawn, my head was spinning in circles. I couldn't see straight. The lights glowed too brightly, causing me to shut my eyes completely. I wanted to see, just be able to look at the world. The world looked best at night.

Tears rolled down my cheeks from squinting so hard. One tear rolled down, then another and another. Until I was bawling, still laying on the grass, just now I was bawling. I wonder if anyone could hear my cries or if I was only crying in my head.

I snapped open my eyes when I heard the sound of footsteps. A tall figure stood above me, he looked down at me in disbelief, he obviously knew me and wasn't happy with me at all. He mumbled something and picked me up with his strong muscular arms. He held me softly, but not so soft that I fell asleep, just soft enough to make me feel like everything was ok.

He walked up a flight of stairs and I could feel each step pulse through my limp body that laid so gently in his arms. He placed me down on a bed like if he were placing a baby into its mothers arms. Waves of tiredness surged through my body, I felt sleepy as can be. But the light from the room beamed into my eyes and burned them up like crazy. I tried to push away the light with my hands but it never seemed to disappear. Suddenly the light vanished and the tall figure laid in the bed beside me.

I longed for the tall figure's touch, for him to hold me again. I reached out for his hand and grabbed hold of it, I traced it with my fingers and listened to the soft giggles of the tall figure. My heart skipped a beat when I heard his giggles. He sounded happy and at peace but with a hidden wall deep inside him.

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A pillow was tossed onto my face as my wake up alarm. I sat up and realized I had fallen asleep in jeans and a t-shirt. My head wobbled a little and finally I held it straight. My eyes adjusted to the light of the room and finally all the dizziness hit me, so I lied back down on the bed.

Dallas Winston jumped onto the bed, it startled me. He looked so good without a shirt on, it made me feel excited, exhilarated, horny. "You relapsed" He said as he brushed his thick and calloused hand across my face.

I tried to remember what happened last night, but not much came to mind. I tried to think and think, but it was like my brain malfunctioned. I didn't even have a word to say. "I'm sorry" I whispered.

Dally gave a low sigh and laid his head on my breasts. He didn't seem too happy, I brushed his hair lightly with my fingers, his messy bed hair was a real turn on. "He was over, you shot up and got drunk, I should've been watching you"

"It ain't your fault, Dal. I should've stayed with you" I said. My eyes started to well up with tears, I wonder how much pain I brought Dallas when he saw me like that. "I'll stop, I promise"

"Sylv, I'm sorry for getting you hooked, but I quit and I know you can" Dallas urged. I knew he meant it, and I've tried to quit doing drugs. But I need a little more time. Dallas brought his head up to my neck and gave me a few small kisses.

He slowly lifted off my shirt and continued kissing my neck. He got on top of me and left marks from my neck to my collarbone. I gripped onto the headboard with one hand and onto Dally's jeans with the other. Dally unclipped my bra, continuously leaving marks on my collarbone.

"Dally.." I moaned in pleasure. I wanted him to just get on with it. I think he got the memo because soon enough, he pulled off my pants and off with his too. His boner sent shivers down my spine, I was more ready then I'd ever be. He gripped on tightly to my waist and easily slipped his tip inside. I wanted to scream in pleasure, but I kept it to a light gasp like moan.

Dally kept a nice pace, it was slow but romantic. I couldn't help but moan out his name. He got quicker with each thrust, the bed started to shake. It was strange to me to think about all the times he has banged me on this very bed. It was a nice feeling, to know he was mine.

My body started to shake. This was more than just romantic, it was fun and exciting. It felt brand new, though it never was brand new.

My body felt fuzzy, like static on the TV. My eyes widened as big as they could go. I recognized this feeling. The feeling made all my stress leave, any bad thing always felt fixed when it happened. I grabbed onto Dallas's shoulder for extra support as I moaned loud enough for the whole world to hear.

I latched onto Dally's body and gasped for air as I orgasmed. Dally kept going faster, it made me think that this orgasm was never going to end. Dallas burst inside of me, both of us were filled and we were happy.