very important warning: hi guys, author here. i never usually make messages like this but this chapter will be containing very sexual content.

as you guys already know, euphoria is already an extremely explicit show.

even though i do not support how much sam levinson romanticizes underage drug use/teenage sexuality using specific actors whether it's intentional or not. but, i do support the fact that these things sadly do happen in real life and euphoria bluntly shows it.

personally, during my high school experience there was a LARGE percentage of underage alcohol/substance abuse and underage sex/sexual content. priscilla is a junior in high school while this story is taking place so no i do not support the exploitation of minors, especially in a sexual context but i wouldn't be staying true to my story if i did not include all of her experiences. i just want to make that perfectly clear. i put a lot of love and effort into my writing, and ive tried to water this cheaper down for audience sake but it just didn't feel authentic to the point i was trying to make clear.

for any young women reading this story, please please be safe and take care of your bodies, not only physically but mentally. this second book has taken on darker topics more in depth than my first but i don't only write for entertainment but for anyone reading who can relate and people who have reached out to me, thank you for sharing your experiences with me, i appreciate it so much. enjoy

As Fezco put the car to a stop, Priscilla sighed as she grabbed her purse.

She shuffled through the messy bag, pulling out a bottle of perfume. She sprayed herself a couple of times, using her hands to fan her wet skin. She knew up close, the smell of alcohol and marijuana lingered but she thought she would at least attempt to cover it up before walking into her well-lit home.

"Uh," Fezco cleared his throat awkwardly, leaning further into the driver's seat, "would you want to spend the night at my place?"

Priscilla shook her head, chuckling to herself at the thought of Faye crashing on the couch. "It's a little too crowded, isn't it?"

Fezco laughed, scratching the top of his head, "Yeah, but Faye should be gone by the end of the week, she's getting kinda homesick. I don't think she's used to rooming with guys."

All Priscilla did was just nod in response.

The tension between them was extremely thick.

There were so many conversations that needed to happen, but didn't. A lot of questions that had gone unanswered but neither one of them wanted to engage in the tough conversation.

Priscilla ran a hand through her hair, looking out of the window as she watched the light in her parent's room shut off. It was past midnight, the two had probably given up on waiting for their daughter.

The girl looked over to Fezco, who sat quiet, playing with the string of lint on his sweater. "Do you want to come up?"

Priscilla kicked off her platforms, tucking them underneath her bed as Fezco quietly shut the door behind him.

In all of the months that they had been dating, this was  actually Fezco's first time in her bedroom. The first time since middle school.

Her room was different than he remembered.

Instead of the walls being an obnoxious pink, with hundreds of posters of pop icons on the wall, it was now painted a dark grey. It was decorated with more modern and mature furniture. Small plants in wooden pots sat on her dresser, pictures of her friends framed next to them.

Fezco took interest in a small vinyl collection stacked in the corner of the room, as Priscilla began stripping off the rest of her clothes.

The girl, exhausted, threw her top onto the pile of clothes on the floor, watching him. He flipped through a couple, pulling out the records that sparked his interest the most. A copy of the Marshall Mathers LP in his left hand.

"This used to be our shit back in the day," he whispered, still aware that her parents were just down the hall.

"I haven't listened to that in forever," Priscilla smiled, undoing her bra before slipping it down her shoulders.
The girl walked over to her dresser, pulling out an old T-shirt to wear to bed.

"I just still think of you as the same chick, I guess," Fezco shrugged, pushing the vinyl back into its place.

"What do you mean, I'm still the same," the blonde sat down on the bed, the silk sheets keeping her exposed thighs warm, "aren't I?"

"Yeah, I guess," Fezco replied, joining her, "you're more serious now."

The boy began to slowly untie his sneakers, still unclear of how long he was expected to stay.

"Well, you try taking care of Rue all of sophomore year," Priscilla joked, reflecting back in her memory, "you'd be more stern too."

Fezco shook his head, "Nah, I don't mean that. You just seem- I don't know."

"What?" Priscilla scooted closer to him, the newly sprayed perfume lingering in the air.

"You know I love you, right?"

Priscilla paused, maintaining her eye contact with Fez. His voice was soft, like he needed her to be secure in what he felt for her.

"I know," she replied, fidgeting with her fingers as he continued.

He took a deep breath, "I just don't want you getting caught up with all of the extra shit, the high school bullshit. You're better than that."

Priscilla slowly nodded, not exactly understanding where he could be coming from. The teenager, herself, didn't notice a change in her behavior.

She could admit that her interests had shifted since this school year began. She wasn't as concerned about her grades, or work outside of school but she assumed that that was part of high school. Drama, partying, boys and her overall persona became part of her world. 

She didn't spend time with the friends she grew up with as much, Rue being in a relationship now. The things she had liked to do, like writing, skating, art, had been pushed to the back burner. It had been a chaotic and confusing year for Priscilla.

"Okay," she said.

Priscilla thought back to how she had been treating Fezco recently, how angry she always was with him. After everything they had been through, everything she had to witness. She knew that their relationship wasn't normal, at all. The girl over thought all of time. About his safety, what he was doing when he wasn't with her. What he did for a living took over a huge portion of Priscilla's life.

"I'm sorry if I haven't been the best version of myself lately," Priscilla ran a hand up and down her arm, her insecurities beginning to stir inside of her.

"Nah, nah," Fezco placed his hand on top of hers, stopping the nervous motion, "I'm not saying that. Don't think that that's I meant, I just- I don't know."

Fezco became frustrated with himself.

Every time he tried to express his thoughts or his feelings, his mind always did this, it just went blank. Like he could find the proper words.

"It's okay," Priscilla reassured him.

She leaned in closer, connecting their lips.

It had been weeks since they shared a kiss, both of them had been longing for.

They both paused before leaning back in.

The kiss becoming deeper. Their mouths still moved in sync, the stomachache of excitement was still the same. Fezco's kisses became messy as he stripped his sweater off, gently pushing Priscilla onto her back. The girl let him climb on-top of her, her legs wrapping around his waist.

His hunger for her began to take over every fiber in his body as he continued to kiss down her neck. Her skin was soft, and smooth, it was burning until his touch. He sat up, undoing his jeans as Priscilla held him strip them off, taking off her oversized shirt in the process.

She was so beautiful.

The natural moonshine shining through her window portraying the mystery of her silhouette.

Fezco continued to kiss down her entire body, his hands roughly grabbing and gripping her skin.

He wanted her so bad. He waited for her for so long.

He thought back to every time Priscilla would tease him.

The way she would look up at him, her big blue eyes piercing into his. The way she would bend over to grab something, the way her clothes would cause a frustrating barrier in his imagination. How soft her voice was and the way she would say in his name, all he could do was fantasize about her moans.

Fezco had had plenty of partners over the years but with Priscilla, it was completely different.

An experience with her had always felt so close but so far in his mind, like a star.

He needed her.

"I need you," he groaned in her ear, sending chills down the girl's spine, "every part of you."

Priscilla panted as he took her wrists in his hands, connecting their mouths once again. She had never experienced anything like this with anyone else.

A part of her always knew it was going to be Fezco, that's how she wanted it.

"I need you to say it," he whispered, his breath on her wet neck.

Priscilla opened her eyes, running her hand down his cheek. She took a second to take in everything that was happening, that this was going to be the moment she lost her virginity. It couldn't have been more perfect, more sensual.

She knew that she was ready.

"I want you," the girl said softly, completely sure in herself.

Fezco nodded, placing his hand over her most vulnerable spot. He could feel how wet the material of her panties were, causing his hard on to twitch in anticipation.

She had thought about how he would feel for years, the weight of his body on top of her own, the smell of his cologne and cigarettes clouding her senses. Fezco moved his fingers along the material, watching at how helpless and feminine she would become when his fingertips would graze over the middle.

"You're so wet," he commented, causing the girl to chuckle, her cheeks turning into a shade of pink.

Priscilla had always been amongst conversations of sex, but she couldn't wrap her mind around the position she was currently in.

The girl stared at the top of his head as he began to go down on her, sucking in a breath as she stopped herself from making a single sound. Fezco used one hand to reach up to her chest, rubbing her breast as the other slipped a finger inside of her.

He had wanted this forever, the power that came with being her first experience. The boy couldn't stand the thought of someone else having her, as stupid as it sounded.

He pulled back, placing his hand behind her head, causing Priscilla to stare up at him, "Kiss me, I want you to taste yourself."

Priscilla hesistated, closing her eyes as he brought his mouth to hers, his tongue finding her own. The taste was sweet and intimate, foreign but the atmosphere of it all, drove her crazy.

"I want you," she begged over and over again, clawing his boxers off.

As Fezco stood up, Priscilla repositioned herself to the edge of the bed. On her stomach now, she helped him pull down the last layer between her and his skin.

"Have you ever done this before?" He questioned, his features soft. He looked at her with so much love, like she was an actual angel walking this earth. She shook her head, no.

Priscilla knew that in the moment, she wasn't completely honest. She had done this before, but the way he thought about her, how pure he assumed her to be, she didn't want to ruin that.

Fezco moved her hair out of her face, taking a fist full in his hand as he guided her downwards.

Priscilla kept his eyes shut as she took him inside of her mouth. Her tongue danced around the tip of his length as he continued to gently push her head up and down. His head fell back as her throat clenched tightly, struggling to find air.

He groaned, pushing her further down, wanting to explore her mouth deeper. He kept her head there, watching her adjust to his size as she did her best to continue.

"You're so beautiful," he complimented as she became more comfortable with the action.

"So fucking beautiful," he helped her quicken the pace, feeling his entire body go numb and twitch every time her tongue would graze over the tip.

"Priscilla, oh my god," Fezco moaned.

Priscilla tried not to smile. She couldn't help but to admit that she loved how she could make him feel.

How crazy Fez was for her, she wanted to be the only one who could make him feel this way, forever.

Fezco grabbed the back of her head roughly, coming down to kiss her.

"You don't care?" The girl questioned, catching her breath as he repositioned her on the bed.

"You're my girlfriend, why would I care?" He chuckled, scooting her legs upward as she kneeled on all-fours. Priscilla always had the assumption that men genuinely cared about things like that, kissing a girl who just had their dick in their mouths.

Fezco placed a hand on the girl's lower back, arching her forward as he took in the view of her beauty.

Priscilla ran a hand through her hair, fear instead of the previous excitement coursing through her veins. Her breaths became heavier, deeper, mentally preparing herself for the pain to come. She could hear him stroking his length, as he kissed her from her shoulders to her neck.

As she stared ahead to her bedroom window, fixating on the small decors of her room, Fezco brought her head back. Kissing her passionately, he used his free hand to position himself against her.

"We'll stop if it's too much," he told her, making her look him in the eyes. Priscilla let out a whimper, nodding her head. As Fezco slowly pushed himself inside of her, Priscilla let out a gasp. She involuntarily reached back, placing a hand on his hip as he stopped his motion.

"You good?" Priscilla could feel her eyes begin to water as her vision blurred, the pain wasn't what she had expected at all.

"I don't know," she admitted. She didn't understand how people could enjoy this, but she figured the pain had to go away at some point.

"It's just the tip," Fezco chuckled, "I have to keep going, princess."

Priscilla looked over her shoulder, he was already beating sweat. He moved her hair out of her face, tucking her bangs behind her ear so she could have a clear view.

"Keep going," she reassured, her body twitching underneath him, "it's okay." Fezco continued, pushing more of himself inside of her. Priscilla groaned, grabbing whatever pillow was in her reach to bite on. He continued moving inside of her, letting her body adjust as he filled the girl.

"Oh my fucking god," he moaned, sliding out before pushing back in, "you're so fucking tight."

Priscilla bit down harder, thinking about her parents who were sound asleep a couple of rooms down. She kept her hand planted onto his lower stomach, pushing him back when she couldn't take the pain.

"You have to move your hand, baby," Fezco took her small hand, pinning in behind her back as he continued.

"I can't," she shook her head, feeling a popping sensation before the tension inside of her suddenly dropped.

She knew exactly what had happened.

"But you're taking it so good, so fucking good," Fezco cheered her on, gripping her hips as he grabbed a fistful of her skin.

Priscilla knew that she was wanted to stop, the pain became too much but as her eyes met Fezco's, she could see he was dripping in lust. Priscilla relaxed her body, the tightness in her stomach easing as she fully accepted him.

The pain slowly began to fade and Priscilla could feel the hot pleasure take over. Fezco slowly pulled himself away, telling her to face him as he repositioned her on her back. He made sure to reassure her with compliments and slow kisses, making sure she was fully comfortable before he attempted anything. Priscilla dug her fingernails into his arms as he spread open her legs, kneeling between them.

"Are you in pain?" Priscilla nodded her head, looking down at his penis.

"Yeah," she breathed, looking back up, into his green eyes, "it's okay, it's okay. It's not as bad now."

"We can stop, we don't have to-"

"Fez," she stopped him, placing her thumb on top of his lips, "please."

He obliged.

Fezco lowered his head, holding the girl's legs up as he placed his tongue on her inner thighs, following all the way down.

Priscilla let out a moan, feeling momentary relief from the pain.

He continued, pushing her legs further back as Priscilla's breathing became heavier, her chest heeving up and down.

"Fez," she gripped the top of his shaved head, finding the silk sheets to grab onto as his movements became faster and rougher.

Priscilla tried her best to not make noise as she threw her head back, practically fighting to be released. Fezco gripped her thighs tighter, knowing that she was close.

The girl continued moaning as her body began to shake, approaching the edge of pure bliss.

As Fezco pushed a finger inside of her, Priscilla let out a final groan, her rigidness tightening around his fingers as she climaxed.

Priscilla pushed her wet, messy hair out of her face as Fezco kept her legs wide. He eased himself inside of her once again, the wetness and tension release making it easier for him to enter.

"Fuck," she moaned, biting down on his forearm. It felt good, incredibly good this time. As he moved his hips,
Priscilla moved along with him. He scooped her arm underneath her back, lifting her up closer to his chest as he kissed her.

"I love you," she cried, tears beginning to form, blurring her vision once again, "I love you so much."

"I love you too," he replied, trying to calm himself down but he knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer.

She looked so beautiful, she felt exactly how he had imagined, everything was just as he pictured it.

"I love you," she said once again, leaning back to look up at him. His motions became sloppier as he focused solely on her.

"Keep looking at me," he ordered, wiping the sweat from his forehead as droplets fell onto her bare chest, "Holy shit."

"Are you going to cum?" Priscilla asked, her hands sliding down his chest, to his hips as she helped him rock back and forth.

"Shit," the boy cursed again, pushing her legs back, her knees coming close to her ears, "Shit."

"Fez-" Priscilla pushed him back, the pain returning as Fezco poured himself into her but he selfishly slapped her hand away, blinded red by hunger and desperation.

"Shit," he repeated, this time his voice coming out more of a whimper.

"Priscilla," was all he said before he suddenly pulled himself out of her. Priscilla watched in awe as he released himself. His face was so pure and vulnerable as he came onto her stomach. He tried his best not to moan, biting down onto his lower lip as he stared back at her.

Priscilla freely let him enjoy her, satisfaction crawling onto her skin. She felt a weird sense of pride as she laid, watching him.

When he was finished, Fezco finally caught his breath, his muscles aching as he leaned down to kiss her softly. Priscilla's eyes went down to her abdomen, the white liquid covering her body and her sheets.

Fezco leaned over, grabbing her old shirt off of the ground, wrapping it up in his hand. As the boy came back up, Priscilla stopped him.

The girl put her hand on her stomach, collecting the liquid onto her fingers before bringing them to her mouth.

She made sure to keep her eyes on Fezco, wanting him to know how far she was willing to go for him. "Oh my god," his head rolled back, before he began to chuckle, "you're amazing."