Sweet Dreams: Charlotte

She was smart and quiet and the kind of girl who spent Friday nights in the library instead of at parties like this. But here she was, tottering on heels she clearly wasn't used to wearing with her mascara smudged and her eyes wet with tears that hadn't quite fallen yet. She was heavier than Emily had been, more dead weight, and it took some maneuvering to work the dress off her body. But her eyes stayed closed and her breathing stayed deep even though it had gotten faster and her body was just responding to the stimulation, chasing pleasure it didn't even know it was receiving.