I Thought We'd Be Safe Under the Stairs... I Was Wrong
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Delia and I ended up in the room under the stairs because there was nowhere else we could go for some private time. It wasn't our house. Three friends from Delia's work were renting the secluded two-story structure, and they had invited us over for a little get-together. Most of the partygoers had left for the night, and Nico was snoring on the couch when Delia asked me to drive us back to my apartment. It was past two in the morning, and we were snuggled in a recliner in front of the TV. No way, I said. I'm way too drunk for that. I told you we would have to crash here if I did any drinking. Pouting, Delia said. I know, I just wanted you to have fun and let loose a little. You're always so reserved.
I like that about you, but I know you have another side. I wanted to see it. But now, even more than that, I want a little us time. The littlest things she did could get my engine revving. Although I rarely saw her apply any, her thick lips always glistened with lip gloss. And when she pushed them out in a pout, it sent my mind straight into the gutter. I looked into her gold-flecked brown skin and felt my stomach tensing with excitement. She was gorgeous, with golden brown skin, a full figure, high cheekbones, and dark, glossy hair. As drunk as I was, the idea of some us-time suddenly had me contemplating driving anyway. It was a bad idea, and I had promised my mother when she surprised me with a car on my 18th birthday that I would never drive drunk.
Although there were some promises I had failed to keep, that wasn't one of them. Especially since we had lost my dad to a drunk driving accident when I was 15. Now that I was 21 and of legal drinking age, it was even more important. Wait, you're saying I didn't get loose enough for you tonight? I teased.
Why did Delia and the narrator end up under the stairs?
Delia wrapped her arms around my neck and smiled, moving close enough that I could smell the juice on her breath from her vodka cranberry. No, I still haven't seen that other side, but I know it's in there somewhere. We kissed and my engine neared red. The sudden eruption of noises from upstairs had me pulling away. I looked at the ceiling and smiled at the squeaking of bed springs from the room Benito and Irma shared. Again, Delia said. Wow, after that last session, I figured they would be worn out. Guess not. She looked at me. I grinned and pulled her into a deep kiss. When we came up for air, I said, Fuck it. Let's go. I'll drive safe. Delia shook her head. No, no, no. As tempting as it is, I don't want to risk it, but I have an idea.
She got up from the chair and moved toward the stairwell, which flanked the back wall at the rear of the living room. At first, I thought she was going to go up the stairs, but she moved to a small door in the wall underneath them. She opened it, bent down, and reached inside, pulling on a string to turn a light on. I got an amazing view of her ass and her tight black shorts. She straightened and hurried over to me, smiling excitedly. Grab the pillows and stuff, she said, gesturing at the comforter and two pillows Irma had brought down for us earlier. Under there? I asked. really yes really she grabbed my wrist to haul me up nico has passed out he won't hear a thing i glanced at the skinny white 18 year old who lay snoring on the couch his sneaker still on he worked at the restaurant with delia irma and the others although a lightweight and a stereotypical stoner i always found him funny and unselfconscious in the best way possible snatching the bedding i followed delia into the tiny room under the stairs
It's a Harry Potter hole, she said as she moved in. What's that? I asked, pointing at another door directly opposite the one we had used to get into the small space.
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Chapters
6 chapters
1
What is the main topic discussed in this episode?
0:00–2:27
2
Why did Delia and the narrator end up under the stairs?
2:27–4:49
3
What unexpected events occurred during the party?
4:49–8:20
4
How did the situation escalate under the stairs?
8:20–21:45
5
What alarming noises were heard from upstairs?
21:45–23:20
6
How did the narrator and Delia react to the danger?
23:20–34:57
Speakers
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