Page 35 of Demo
She slurred the lyrics as loud as I did as she made a V with her fingers on one hand and dragged them across her eyes while sipping her third cup of punch.
Or maybe it was our fourth round. I lost count.
I threw my head back and roared out a laugh and when I righted myself, the entire room was spinning, but I didn’t care. I pinched my nose and slunk toward the ground and back up, like I was snorkeling, and that garnered a throaty, uncontrollable laugh from Lizzie, who snorted—actually, fucking snorted, from her nose—and pink spit went everywhere. And that, of course, left us both in a fit of laughter.
We danced and jumped and ground on each other, sweaty and out of breath, while the crowd chanted along to “Love Shack.”
I dropped my cup to the ground—I didn’t even care whose house it was and whose carpet it was staining—and pulled Lizzie into me. I wiped my hand over her nose and mouth, clearing it of whatever the hell we had been drinking, and closed my mouth over hers. It was the worst kiss in the history of kisses. It was sloppy, and wet, and we could barely match our mouths up because we were so wasted, but it was fucking fire.
She wrapped her arms around my neck as I tangled one hand into her hair and pulled her face tight against mine as I used the other hand to hike her meaty thigh up over my hip, ready to dry fuck her right there in the middle of the crowd.
Hell, I was fairly certain other people were actually having sex nearby.
“Baaaang, baaaang, baaaang!”people sang along all around us.
And I continued mouth fucking her, and she kept right up with me.
“Baaaang, baaaang, baaaang!”
Our hands and mouths were all over one another.
“Bang, baaaang!”
We ground on each other some more.
“Bang, baaaang!”
Our lips still fused together, Lizzie mumbled, “Take me upstairs.”
“You’re what? Tiiiiiin roof, rusted!”
Several hours later …
The bass couldn’t possibly still be thumping, but something was. Something right inside my brain. Right behind my left eye, next to my ear, drilling a spike through, and holy shit, I wanted to die.
I knew I should open my eyes because God only knew what the hell time it was or where the hell I was, but I couldn’t seem to peel my eyelids off my damn eyeballs because they were so dry.
I could feel someone next to me, laying on my outstretched arm as I laid sprawled on my back. I hoped to a higher power it was Lizzie.Please be Lizzie.
I finally peeled one eye open, and it took a while for the image before me to come into focus, but it most definitely was Lizzie laying next to me. Well, somewhat on top of me.Her hair was a matted mess all around her. Black eye makeup was smudged and streaked halfway down her face. And she was naked.
I opened my other eye and lifted my head enough to glance down at myself. Yep, also naked.
With my free hand, I pinched the bridge of my nose and tried my hardest to recall the night before. I remembered the beer pong, the keg, the music, the punch … Oh God, the punch. My stomach soured at the thought.
But then my memory went blank.
Shit, did we …
Lizzie started to stir so I pulled my arm out from under her. She opened her eyes, and I could see confusion set in as she glanced around, her eyes ping-ponging here and there before they landed on me, next to her, naked, in bed.
She pulled back a little, grabbing the sheet that was balled up at the foot of the bed and bringing it up to shield her body. Her reaction was a punch in the gut.
“Hey, it’s OK. It’s just me,” I said as I reached over to smooth her hair, but realized from her drawback that she needed a minute.
Or at least, I hoped that was all it was. I hoped she wasn’t terrified we had sex and regretted every second of it.Oh, God, maybe she was coherent for it, and I was so totally bombed, and it sucked for her.
Holding the sheet up to her chest—I didn’t think it was a good idea to point out that her nether regions were still exposed—she looked down at my crotch. “Yeah, uh, I see … you.”
