Seven Minutes In Hell

Laura sits on the stairs like a wallflower while the basement empties out. Red cups, empty bottles, and crushed chips are scattered everywhere. Most kids have gone home, but a handful still linger, laughing in small clusters. Laura isn't just people-watching—she's locked on Vince across the room, watching him flirt with Felicia, wishing she could swap places. A guy barrels down the steps, two drinks in hand, brushes her, keeps moving, no apology. She makes a face and stays quiet. Janet, the host and Laura’s best friend, decides the party needs a jolt. She flashes her tits, gets everyone’s attention, and announces Seven Minutes In Heaven—explicit rules, full consent, everyone’s name on a slip. The crowd groans, then perks up. She splits the names into two hats, draws the first pair: Felicia and Brad. They grin nervously and head upstairs. Janet drops beside Laura. They trade a quick exchange—she calls Laura out for mooning over Vince. Laura ducks her head, embarrassed, asking why she can’t just say hello. Janet shrugs: simple—stand up and talk to him. Guys like girls who make the first move. Minutes later Felicia storms back down, complaining Brad was too hairy—everywhere. Brad follows with an awkward shrug; the room laughs. Janet pulls the next slips. She sees her own name but announces Laura instead. Laura tries to duck out, but Vince smiles and says he likes the draw. Flustered, she agrees. They slip into the bedroom. Vince asks where they should start. Laura offers to just talk if he wants. He laughs, tells her she’s one of the cutest girls in school and he’s been waiting for her to make the move. Laura’s surprised—he barely spoke to her before. He admits he didn’t want to come on too strong. She blurts she wouldn’t mind if he came on her, then stammers the correction. He smirks: he could do both. She giggles, nervous heat rising. They skip the small talk. Clothes hit the floor fast and they’re fucking hard, Laura loud and begging him not to stop. Downstairs, Kyle gets curious. He sneaks up, cracks the door, watches for a full minute, then rushes back to announce they’re “totally fucking.” The rumor spreads. Janet tries to shut it down, but the group edges toward the bedroom, hungry for proof. Upstairs, Laura keeps riding Vince, lost in her crush, while the door inches open and the rest of the party lines up for the show.