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“Brett,” I scooted closer to him. “This ugly bitch here is Grace.”
“Bitch!” Grace squealed and slapped me on the arm. “Who you calling ugly?”
It was a long-standing stupid joke between us. We both knew we were pretty, though I still believe Grace is the prettier one. Her blonde hair was gorgeous, and I was always jealous of her natural waves, though she often complained managing the frizz was a pain. I had an inch on her but she was curvier in that voluptuous way that guys like. She had ass and tits in a perfect hourglass I could never compete with.
Grace’s guy and Brett shared a look. It was one of those looks like girls, man.
Suddenly Brett threw his arm around my shoulder and my stomach filled with butterflies as he pulled me closer. He was being possessive, showing his claim on me. Grace giggled at me and once more my cheeks were flushing with heat. Would I ever stop blushing around the guy? I swear I never blushed that much before.
“Hi Grace,” Brett smiled at her and my heart melted a little more.
“I’m Carson,” Grace’s guy nodded at Brett because rude ass Grace didn’t introduce him. Brett nodded back at him.
“Hi Carson,” I smiled and gave Grace a look.
“Let’s do some shots!” Grace cried out, and the four of us headed for the house.
The place was packed, we had to squeeze through the crowd by jabbing out our elbows. Grace was determined though, she used Carson to clear the way to the booze in the kitchen.
“Where’s Eric?” I leaned close and whispered into her ear.
She shrugged her shoulders. I was afraid he’d be in the kitchen when we walked in and start some shit. It was his house and normally I wouldn’t be so rude to show up to his party after knowing he was planning to do something with me. But I had to keep my promise to Grace, even if it made the situation extremely awkward. Thankfully, Eric was nowhere to be seen when we walked into the kitchen, and Grace snatched up a tray of jello shots.
“Ugh,” I groaned, eyeing the little paper cups that had Dora the Explorer printed on them. I hated jello shots. They were always super concentrated with booze and came with a gag inducing sugary aftertaste. And you could never tell just how much liquor was in them until you downed a couple and couldn’t walk.
Grace shoved a cup in my hand and told me, “Don’t be a bitch, bitch. Bottoms up.”
She tipped back her head and threw back her shot. I wrinkled my nose with distaste and then threw mine back. The sugar melted on my tongue and I couldn’t taste a drop of liquor, but a couple of minutes later I was definitely buzzed.
Brett and Carson were conversing, talking about kickboxing or something. I giggled as my veins filled with happy warmth and Grace passed out more jello shots.
Two shots later and the music was booming. Grace dragged me up onto a table and we kicked off all the cups and junk before we danced our pretty little asses off. Everything swirled around me in bright lights and flashing colors. We were having the time of our lives.
I was drunk as fuck.
I don’t remember much of what happened after that. The next thing I can recall after dancing was Brett helping me down off the table. Grace latched onto my arm and needed me to help her to the bathroom. I think Brett was escorting us because I remember vaguely feeling safe with him before my memory craps out.
My memory doesn’t start functioning again until I was coming out of the bathroom before Grace, only to have Eric grabbing onto my arm.
“Mandy,” his face appeared in my face. “I was hoping you’d come.”
Brett
“Jello shots?” I asked Carson, and he just shrugged his shoulders. He wasn’t interested in them either.
I had heard of the evils when it came to jello shots. My parents, who liked to ensure me they were not as old as I would like to think they were, warned me about drinking them. Something about how they may taste good at the time but when they came back up it was a completely different story.
Good thing I was driving, one of us needed to be the sober one.
Watching Mandy move her hips in that hypnotic sway as she danced on the table, her arms up in the air above her head, was purely sexual. Like a shot of sexually charged rays of hormones aimed directly at my cock. Her hefty breasts were lifted up and a wide band of her tan tummy was undulating, showing of
f her pierced belly button. I had never wanted to kiss a rhinestone so badly in my life as I did right then, staring at that little glittering stone. When she spun around and swished her hips, shaking her cute butt at me, I could feel the blood rushing down from the big head to the small head.
Fuck. Me.
I looked around me and noticed I wasn’t the only guy watching girls dancing. I could see more girls dancing around the room. Some were up, on the coffee tables in the living room with guys dancing around them, hooting and hollering. I knew someone was going to get knocked up that night if the booze had anything to say about it.
Looking around for Carson, I didn’t see him in my immediate area so I stood a little closer to the girls. It wouldn’t take much for a guy to start getting crotch shots of either of them as high up as they were. Grace stumbled just a little, but when she looked down to the ground I could see her eyes cross.
