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“Girl, hurry up! The party’s already started.” Trina lit her joint and took a big hit before passing it over to her friend.
“One minute. I’m almost ready.” Elizabeth downed the rest of her beer, touched up her lipstick in the bathroom mirror, grabbed the joint and took a hit as they walked out of their dorm room and into the hallway. The girls were trading hits of the joint as they strolled casually across campus arm in arm. It was a beautiful night. The moon was bright and the stars were shining.
The party was in full swing when they arrived at the fraternity house. They headed straight for the keg and quickly went to the front of the line.
“Well, beautiful, how’s it going?” Brady, and one of his fraternity brothers Trent, stood by the keg and filled cups for the girls.
“Going great,” Elizabeth beamed at the handsome guy before her. “Is everyone out back?”
“Of course. Let’s head that way. Now that you two are here, the party can start.” Brady walked to Elizabeth with a gleam in his eye, and confidence written on his face. He put his arm over her shoulder and led them the back of the house.
Here the music was louder, and smoke filled the sky. The four found their friends standing around under a tree with a bottle of tequila being passed around one way and a joint the other.
After shots of tequila, more beer, and a few hits, they joined the dancing bodies smashed together on the dance floor—guys and girls gyrating into each other.
Laughter filled the air, along with the pulsating beat of the music. Elizabeth wrapped one arm around Brady’s neck while grasping her newly filled beer in her other hand. She moved her hips with his as he ground into her. He leaned over to get a kiss and she gratefully obliged.
Next to them were Trina and Trent. The smile Elizabeth gave Brady reached her eyes, making the corner of them wrinkle. She chugged down the rest of her beer as Trent grabbed her waist; it was time to switch partners.
Elizabeth loved the buzzed and high feeling of her body being light and carefree. Where Brady was hot and just overall amazing to hang with, be seen with, and was great in bed, she moved effortlessly with Trent. Trent was an amazing dancer, and together they moved as one.
Trent grabbed a joint as it was passing by, took a big hit, and leaned into Elizabeth. He touched his lips to hers, exhaling the smoke into her mouth. She held it in for a bit, smiling. She blew the smoke out slowly then leaned in to kiss him passionately.
The couple soon found themselves heading toward Trent’s bedroom. On their way past Trina and Brady, Elizabeth grabbed Trina’s hand and pulled them along. Once inside, Elizabeth was in Trent’s arms pressing herself against him. On the other side of the room, Brady held Trina tightly as he kissed her lips.
This was not the first time the girls were together with these guys. Drinking, smoking pot, and having sex with these two was typical. Elizabeth was usually with Brady, though she had been with many. Tonight, though, she wanted Trent, and she made sure he knew it.
Closing the curtains between the beds, she quickly slipped off her top and undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Trent seeing her naked body before him, answered her by doing the same. Elizabeth helped him, pushed him down on the bed, and climbed on top softly, laughing as their bodies found a rhythm. She was soon climbing that mountain and came right before he did.
The curtain between the two beds opened, and Brady and Trina joined them. “I think you have kept my girl long enough, Trent. My turn,” Bradyexclaimed with a hungry look of intoxication and desire.
“You’ve taken up the handsomest guy in the room long enough.” Trina pulled Elizabeth from Trent and took her place.
Elizabeth was on cloud nine. She loved this feeling of being free and alive!
She watched Brady advancing toward her, his gaze filled with desire. She was transfixed by him; his brown wavy hair, his deep brown eyes you could get lost in, and his hot, fit body. She found herself aching with the need to enter his waiting arms, and soon he was entering her.
Home… What is it about coming home that always makes you feel like you are a kid again? How can a box with four walls seem to make everything better? Is it the smell coming from the kitchen, fresh ooey-gooey and warm chocolate chip cookies, a succulent, garlicky roast beef roasting in the oven, coffee percolating in the pot early in the morning, or is it the look of the house which makes you feel secure? Is it a well-manicured lawn with straight lines because Dad is a neat freak, or mom’s flower beds overflowing with color, just inviting youto stop a bit on the front porch and swing on the porch swing? I don’t know, I can never figure it out, but it doesn’t matter. I’m here. I’m home!
Elizabeth stared at the home where she had lived most of her life as she sat in her car parked in the driveway. She had just completed her fifth and final year at college and was now home, ready to start her adult life and ready to relax and undo all those mistakes she had made during the last couple of years away on her own.
Taking a deep breath and heaving a heavy sigh, she pushed herself from her car, and decided she would come back later to purge the vehicle of all the bags and boxes. Pushing open the front door, she is greeted with the memories which only the sense of smell brings alive. It is the smell of a house filled with family and love. Where the coffee is brewing in the coffee maker, bacon is sizzling on the stove, and fresh hot pancakes are cooking on the griddle.
“Hey, Dad,” Elizabeth sang as she sauntered into the kitchen. Seeing her dad at the counter, she wrapped him in a big hug from behind, and plopped a kiss on top of his balding head. “I’m seeing a bit more shine on top, Dad.”
Jackson Parks was still handsome at the age of fifty. Though his hair was starting to thin, he had yet to see any grays, and was still as fit and athletic as he was in his younger years. When Elizabeth looked into her father’s large hazel eyes, she saw her eyes staring back. She inherited a lot of who she is from this man sitting on this stool. Being an only child, Elizabeth grew up watching college football and baseball with him, and when she was old enough, excitedly took her mother’s seat at all the Saturday home football games.
“Ha, Ha, very funny. So glad you’re home, Lilly Billy.” Jackson jumped up from his place at the counter and wrapped his only daughter in a tight hug. Glad she was finally home for more than a day.
“Dad, you’re squishing me!” squealed Elizabeth trying to break free from his python-like squeeze.
“Okay, okay, don’t squeeze her to death before I get a hug.” Charlotte, Elizabeth’s mom, turned away from the griddle, with fresh pancakes bubbling and browning, to steal a hug from her daughter.
She looked a lot like Elizabeth. She had thick, brown shoulder-length hair which was naturally highlighted from the sun, and a thin yet sexy five-foot-six frame. She was a young forty-nine and made sure her husband knew it.
Charlotte led Elizabeth toward the kitchen table with her arm around her daughter’s waist. “So glad you’re home, Lizzy. Take a seat, relax, and let me get you some juice and pancakes.”
She hurried back to the griddle to fill a plate with steaming hot pancakes and slices of bacon—knowing this was her daughter’s favorite breakfast. Elizabeth thanked her mom while she poured on the syrup and gulped her orange juice. No matter what restaurants they put on campus, nothing beats homemade pancakes and bacon at your kitchen table and made by the loving hands of Mom.
