Free Gravity by Amanda Miga

humiliated
by them.
    "Alex!" Hunter's broad smile and hard pat on
the back centers him.
    "I got a little extra for you guys." They
surround me but not to beat me up, but to praise me for extra beer.
They leave howling and I make my way to the front door.
    Jake's parties are known to go all night, attracting
college hotties and occasionally cops show up and tear it down. His
parents are never home, leaving Jake a giant empty house to trash
every other weekend. The loud music is my focus most of the time, drowning out everyone;
making a crowded room worth it. I'm able to enjoy the drinking,
dancing, hijinks and focusing on individuals better. Individuals
like Madison.
    I spot her with her friends pretending not to
care that I'm watching her; pretending to enjoy the beer which she
hates the taste of; pretending to love the song played while moving
her hips; and pretending she is hard to get. Like the others, she’s
not hard to get. Her off the shoulder top accentuated her breasts
and reveals nothing to the imagination. Her short pencil skirt was
picked it out especially for me.
    She bats her eyes and sips her beer—which she
hates, but it’s the only thing to gets her drunk fast enough to
shut off her annoying conscience. Only then will she be ready for
me. Her thoughts are little, but loose which I like. She’s buzzed
enough, giving me an early start on the night incase college girls
show up.
    "No den!" Jake shouts from across the
room.
    I don't waste any time, making my intentions
known. I approach her from behind and lower my lips to her ear,
"Hey."
    "Hey", she sips her beer.
    I lightly caress her waist. "Upstairs," I
whisper.
    She separates from her circle of friends as I
take her hand and head upstairs. Except for the line for the
bathroom, it’s quiet. Listening to Madison's unwound mind run on
half drunken thoughts, I find an empty bedroom and close the door
behind us.
    She’s nervous. I ignore it. She won’t be for
long. She’s just another girl who wants the same thing I do.
    My lips meet hers without a single word. I
will get to know her and she'll let me. Her submission is my
addiction. There’s something about wanting it and the thrill of
getting it.
    Her hands find their purpose. I gasp as she
reaches below my belt.
    Pete is right. She’s as much of a notch in my
belt as I am to hers. I'm not looking for a girlfriend. I think
being young isn't about love; it’s about living in the moment and
seeing how far I can push it. Knowing everything about everyone, I
can see their flaws; their dirty laundry makes them not worthy to
love. It’s not like the movies and romance novels; they're pretty
much lies. Madison wants what I want. No one loses.
    “Alex!” She murmurs. They always call my
name.
    Sexual gratification is everything. A good
reputation is the reward. Who you are is what you do and who you
fuck. Madison isn’t top shelf, but after tonight she will be. She
can thank me for that. There’s nothing more important to a
Rembrandt high school girl than to say she hooked-up with Alex
Aisling.
    She proves her worth by going down on me. The
act makes me feel like a king.
    I reward her with a kiss for her efforts and
I place my hands under her skirt. No underwear is helpful. It’s
pleasing to think she went through all of this trouble for me. They
always do.
    Her wet warmth between her legs jumps starts
my need pleasure. I lure to the bed. Lift her skirt and slide down
my jeans. I rush our connection. I thrust deep without hesitation.
I watch her face as I do what I do well. She tries to kiss me but I
bury my face in her neck and press deeper into her. I can't be
distracted.
    I make no effort to please her and instead
focus on my own peak. Pleasing her involves emotions which I have
none for her. She can take what she wants and I can take the same.
There is no heart in the matter. I'm absorbed in my own pleasure
and ignore hers. I listen in on the actions of my neighbors in the
room next door acting on