by G. , Whitney
Holding back my words, I shut myself in the bathroom and took off my original outfit. I pulled the four-year old dress over my head and smiled when it actually fit. (Well, if I sucked in my stomach a little.)
“How’s this?” I stepped out for her approval. “Better?”
“A hundred times better. And it’ll be two hundred times better when you let me do your hair and make-up. God, Ari! No makeup before going to a party? House party or not, you can’t be serious.”
I bit my tongue once more and sat on the edge of the bed, letting her turn me into her personal Barbie. She dusted my eyelids with a shimmering shade of pink, plucked a few errant eyebrow hairs, and coated my lips in a deep, sultry red that complemented my dress.
She even somehow managed to use enough frizz control on my hair that she pulled it into a gorgeous high bun that sat perfectly centered on the top of my head.
“Wow,” I said, almost not recognizing myself in the mirror. “You’re so good—no you’re absolutely phenomenal with makeup, Nicole. Why haven’t you ever pursued cosmetology?”
“Because if I pursue cosmetology, I won’t meet any future athletes or CEOs in those classes.” She laughed and hit the lights. “Let’s go.”
* * *
It took us over forty minutes to locate a decent parking spot when we arrived. It seemed as if Josh had invited every person he’d come into contact with because cars were hugging nearly every available space for five blocks down.
Ever the rebel, Nicole parked her car in the driveway of the house next to Carter’s.
“What?” she asked, shrugging. “I left them plenty of space to park right next to me, and they’re probably in bed anyway.”
“Right.” I got out of the car. “You’re not going to ditch me for some random guy tonight, are you?”
“Why would I? And why do you always ask me that?”
“Because you always ditch me for some random guy.”
“It’s never intentional.” She smiled. “I plan on making sure we both have a good time tonight, so no, I will definitely not be ditching you.”
I won’t hold my breath.
“Five dollars, ladies,” the guy said as we approached the front door. “It’s free if you’re entering the wet T-shirt contest.”
The guy standing next to him, a guy I’d seen here with Josh plenty of times before, laughed. “Arizona and her friend don’t have to pay to get in. They’re good.”
With that, the guy opened the door and let us into the party.
My jaw dropped the second I stepped inside. The house was now completely unrecognizable.
Dancing bodies packed the sparsely furnished living room and hallways; the kitchen had been converted into a wet bar, where people were taking shots back to back, and tons of shimmering green and blue streamers were hanging from the ceiling.
As Nicole and I pushed our way through the crowd, I could hear people in the backyard chanting—counting down from ten.
Taking my hand, Nicole pulled me in that direction, out into the warm summer air.
“Whoa,” she said, looking impressed. “This is one hell of a party.”
I couldn’t agree more. The backyard was even more impressive than the inside. Those massive tiki torches were burning bright, standing in a huge semi-circle that spanned the entire yard. To the left, a guy dressed as a referee, was calling on volunteers to battle inside a retractable pool of red jello.
To the right, there was a makeshift dance floor with a separate DJ, and behind him there was a collection of bright yellow Slip N Slides that a group of bikini clad partiers were using to their full advantage.
We made our way down the deck’s steps and walked past the jello pool, over to a table of flashing neon lights that read, “BAR.”
“What can I make for you ladies tonight?” The bartender asked. “The special tonight is three dollar jello shots, but I’ll give a two-dollar discount if you lift up your shirts right now and flash me.”
“You wish.” Nicole laughed. “We’ll take four shots of vodka. Each.”
“Sounds good.” He tapped the table with his fingers “That’ll be thirty-two dollars.”
“Wait!” Josh rushed over, moving behind the bar. “Wait. You can’t charge Arizona.”
“Who’s Arizona?”
“That one.” He pointed his finger at me and narrowed his eyes. “She’s my roommate’s number one.”
“So?”
“So, in exchange for him agreeing to let us throw this little party here …” Josh returned the dollar bills to Nicole. “She and her friend don’t have to pay for any of their drinks tonight.”
The guy shrugged and made the drinks, while Nicole gave me a high five.
“Tell me, Josh.” I crossed my arms. “Did you do that out of the kindness of your heart or were you forced?”
“I was forced. If it was up to me, I’d charge your ass triple.”
“I’ll be sure to drink all night then.”
“Right.” He smiled and playfully pushed my shoulder. “I’ve got four of my guys running safety rides all night. Let me know if you and your friend get too drunk to drive.”
“Thank you.”
“Anytime.” He stepped back, slowly looking me up and down with his eyebrow raised. He looked as if he wanted to say something else, but he settled with a “See you later” and walked away.
“Thank you very, very much!” Nicole winked at the bartender as he handed her a tray of red cups. “Let’s go sit over there, Ari.”
I followed her to a small wooden bench, and she set the drinks between us.
“Make sure you tell Carter I said thank you,” she said. “Once again, your friendship with him comes in handy at just the right moment. Now, to take full advantage of your discount, we’ll need to drink all of these, back to back, and then we’ve got to do four more.”
“Eight shots within the same hour? Are you insane?”
“Not at all.” She handed me a shot. “Live a little, Ari. Since you’re not having sex and god knows the next time that’ll happen for you, you might as well experience something in life that feels good. Alcohol would be more than a great start.”
I tossed back two shots and winced, clenching my teeth together as the liquid burned my throat.
She handed me the other two cups, and as if she could read what was on my mind, she put up her hands in a fake surrender. “No, I’m not going to attempt to drive back tonight. We’ll catch a safety ride at the end and I’ll get my car tomorrow.”
“Great.” I finished off my shots and held my hand over my chest until the searing sensation went away.
“Ready for the next set?” Nicole asked, standing up.
“Oh, no. I have an early date with that guy Chris I told you about tomorrow, so I really shouldn’t drink that much.”
“If I was Carter, I’m sure you’d happily agree to drink more with me right now.”
“If you were Carter, you’d know that I’m a super-lightweight.”
“Well, thank god I’m not him, huh?” She pulled me up and tugged me over to the bar again. This time, instead of sitting down to drink the next set, we drank them in front of the bartender, and he even joined us for two of them.
By the time the eighth one had entered my bloodstream, I was feeling loose and overly happy. And I wasn’t sure what came over me, but I ordered even more alcohol. Completely unable to resist Nicole’s whines of “But everything is FREE,” I downed several mixed drinks, nameless concoctions, and at some point, I was pretty sure I drank a shot straight out of her cleavage.
Shit.
“Slip N’ Slide time!” Nicole yelled, pulling me across the yard.
“Yesssss.” I slurred, trying my hardest to walk in a straight line. “Slip … Slip N’ Slide time …”
“Come on, Ari! Stop dragging your feet!”
“I’m not … I’m not dragging …” I stopped. “Whoa….” The ground was rotating beneath my feet and I was pretty sure the blades of grass we
re trying to jump up and cut me.
“Ari?”
“I think I need … to sit … too many drinks.”
“Nah! You’ll be good once you hit the water!” She linked her arm in mine and practically herded me to the line.
“Ladies first.” The only guy standing in front of us turned around. “You two can go ahead.”
“Thank you very much.” Nicole batted her eyes. “Okay. You first, Queen Lightweight.”
I took a step forward, kicking at a dandelion that was dancing on the ground. I tried to find my balance, staring straight ahead at the massive yellow tarp.
“You just run and lunge for it,” the guy said behind me. “You also have to yell ‘EPIC’ as you slide. Josh’s rules, not mine.”
“If I do this,” I said to Nicole, still trying to find my balance, “Can we sit down after?”
“Right after.”
“Okay.” I slowly kicked off my sandals and made a run for the tarp, yelling “EPIC” as my body hit the plastic and slid faster than ever.
When I reached the end of it, I could feel a sudden blast of cold water being tossed onto me.
“Epic with a capital E!” The frat guys above me shouted. Before I could yell at them and ask what the hell they were doing, I looked over to the other tarp and realized that they were throwing buckets of water on everyone who did it.
Laughing, I let them help me up and waited for Nicole to take her turn. Of course, to garner as much attention as possible, she took off her dress—exposing a bikini that barely covered her Double D breasts, before taking the plunge.
The guys at the end shouted in loud appreciation as she stood up and adjusted her top.
“What?” she asked, smiling. “It’s way more fun with a captive audience, don’t you think? Want to go again?”
“Shockingly, hell yes.”
We slid down the plastic over and over again—giggling like little girls each time, running over to the bar for more alcohol in between.
I gave no thoughts to the fact that my dress was soaking wet, that my once perfectly styled hair now resembled a mop, or that I was drunker than I’d ever been in my entire life. Also, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop laughing.
“Okay, I think we should try to get dry now,” Nicole pointed toward a bonfire that had just started. “I just overhead some guy saying they’re doing free Skittle shots inside. They’re also doing a power hour at midnight.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“It’s a great thing.” She smiled. “They turn off all the lights, so we won’t have to guess much of anything. If we see a cock we’re curious about, we can just cop a quick feel for ourselves.”
“You’re ridiculous!” I burst into laughter as I took a seat in front of the fire.
The bright flames flickered and hissed, and as I held my hands out for warmth, I spotted Carter walking onto the deck.
Dressed in a black muscle shirt and dark blue jeans, he raised a red cup to me and Nicole before taking a long sip. Close by his side was Tina, and her eyes were completely glued on his body.
She was blushing and rubbing her hands against his chest, but he wasn’t paying her any attention. He was looking at us. At me.
His eyes trailed up and down my body, taking in my soaked dress and messy hair, but it didn’t look as if he was questioning it at all. Smiling, he looked me over one last time, and then he finally turned away to address Tina.
I watched as he gave her his usual “I know goddamn well that I’m charming the shit out of you” routine: A deep stare into the eyes, a light clasp of the wrist, and a few hushed and whispered words into the left ear that almost always led to an immediate blush. Watching him do those things normally made me roll my eyes, but tonight, I was envisioning myself in her place.
What is he saying?
My eyes roamed his body again and again—taking in the black tattoos wrapped around his sculpted right arm, his muscular chest, his mouth … And I seriously began to wonder how his lips would feel against mine.
Is he really into dirty sex? Would he have told me so, if he was?
“Are you checking Carter out?” Nicole asked, interrupting my thoughts. “Is that what you’re staring at?”
“No,” I said, lying. “Just thinking about something, and for the umpteenth time, Carter is like a brother to me.”
“Brother-brother or stepbrother? Because if it’s more along the stepbrother route, you should give it a try someday. How big do you think his cock is?”
Like he was any other random guy, I let my eyes drift toward his pants, but I stopped myself. I preferred to look at his lips instead.
As if Carter could feel me staring at him, he slowly turned around and looked in our direction again. He smiled at me and I blushed. Actually blushed.
Oh my god. “I’ve definitely got to get out of here.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just think I might be drunk.”
“You are drunk.”
You don’t like Carter. You don’t like Carter. There’s no way you like Carter.
I tried to keep my psychotic mind in check.
“Um, Ari?” Nicole asked. “Why does it look like you’re about to get up and run away?”
“No idea. Can we please go inside?”
“Sure.” She stood up and slipped her arm in mine, slowly pulling me to my feet. “You know, I would so sleep with Carter, if he wasn’t your best friend and liable to tell you all about it the next day.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“You’re totally welcome!”
Leading me across the yard like I was an elderly woman, she stopped each and every time I asked her to, and since that was at least ten times, it took us forever to make it back to the deck.
“Okay. Now, up the steps,” she said. “Right foot, left foot … No, no, no. Your right foot, Ari. That’s your left. That’s still your left.”
“What’s wrong with her?” The sound of Carter’s deep voice made me look up.
“Nothing. She’s just super drunk because she drank over ten drinks. You should’ve seen her do a body shot. It was epic with a capital ‘E’ indeed.”
“She probably didn’t eat enough before coming here, then.” He slipped his arm around my waist and carried me up the remaining steps. “No offense, but as her friend, you should’ve known that she’s a terrible hard-liquor drinking buddy. She’s the perfect definition of a lightweight.”
“I honestly had no idea.” Nicole’s cheeks turned bright red in slight shame, but her eyes zoned in on Carter’s lips. “Since I don’t want her to go to sleep just yet, I was going to get her some water and have her dance off some of the alcohol. Care to join us?”
“In a minute, sure.” His blue eyes met mine. “Are you feeling okay? Do you want me to take you home?”
If you do take me home, do you promise to have sex with me? I think I’d like to do that with you. Right now …
I silently chastised my mind’s attempted response, grateful that it had at least had enough sense to send a signal for me to bite my lip, so those words wouldn’t come out.
“Ari?” Carter was still looking at me, waiting for an answer. “Do you want me to take you home?”
“No.” I managed, fully aroused by his touch—by the way his hand was rubbing my back.
“Carter …” Tina whined behind us. “Since she’s okay now, can we go get another drink together? I don’t want to go alone.”
He asked if I was okay and looked me over one last time before taking Tina down to the yard bar.
“You were right.” Nicole said, opening the door to the house. “He’s definitely like your big-brother.”
I don’t think I would ever want to sleep with my big brother.
The second I stepped inside, the mix of weed fumes, wasted alcohol, and body sweat were so strong, that I felt like I was going to pass out.
To my surprise, Nicole retrieved a few bottles of water and patiently encouraged me to d
rink them before pulling me onto the dance floor.
White and red strobe lights were now illuminating the room, striking the walls with their brightness. And every few minutes, the DJ shouted “Get ready! Power hour is almost here!” over the bass.
With the alcohol still in control, I shut my eyes and swayed to the music. I even leaned forward, grabbing onto a pair of shoulders for support, but those shoulders moved away—making me stumble.
“Is that your way of asking me to dance?” Some random guy turned around and caught me before I could fall.
“Sorry.” I stepped back.
“No need to apologize.” He placed his hands around my waist and steadied me. “Better?”
“Much. Thank you.”
Several songs later, when I was finally able to distinguish the difference between the ceiling and the floor, I was able to dance without him holding my hips.
“All the single people scream!” The DJ shouted over the speakers. “It’s power hour, bitches!”
I screamed my lungs out and danced to the techno beat—leaning my head back against random stranger guy’s chest. I felt his grip tighten around my waist, heard him whisper something in my ear, but my focus was on the music.
“Hey, Arizona!” Nicole stepped in front of me, shouting and waving her hands. “Ari?!”
“Yeah?”
“This has been really fun, but I’m leaving now. Are you going to be alright?”
“Wait, what? You’re leaving the party?” I yelled over the music. “I’ll come with you, I just need to find my—”
“No, no, no …” She cut me off. “I’m leaving with a guy and we’re going back to his place. Looks like you found someone to go home with, too.”
“No, I’m just dancing …” The sober part of my brain surfaced and wondered if she honestly thought leaving me here alone was something a good friend would do. “I thought we were supposed to take a safe ride together?”
“We were until I found a guy, a very hot, I-was-dancing-on-him-and-felt-his-massive-cock-in-the-dark guy.” She put her hands on my shoulders. “You’ll be totally fine. Besides, Carter is here. He’ll definitely make sure you get home okay. If you don’t want to go home at the end of the night, the guy you’re dancing with is really, really good-looking. Just saying.” And with that, she left me in the same way that she’d left me a hundred times before.