When we all met at Britney's she was waiting with makeup and shots for everyone to take to start a buzz before the party, although Camile was driving, so she wasn't drinking. We all sat around in Britney's bedroom, doing our makeup and curling our hair.
I was wearing a tight black lace dress. It formed to every one of my curves. I appreciated the way it hugged my hips and accentuated the size of my waist. It was strapless with a sweetheart cut neckline, and cut off half way up my thighs. While all of the other girls had put on heels, I opted to wear a simple, but still glamorous sandal. Heels weren't my thing.
My makeup was overdone for my liking. Britney had put my makeup on, giving me a smoky eye and putting lipstick upon my lips, which I rubbed off before leaving. All of the other girls curled their hair, while I left mine down in my natural waves. I decided to not bring a purse, shoving anything important in my bra.
I felt like we were all way overdressed for a house party, but I knew we looked good.
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I used my empty hand to pull up the top of my dress. My other hand was holding a red cup, with the remnants of some cheap beer. I was buzzed and it was making my surroundings slow with a slight blur. I was standing around in a circle with Penny, Camile, Britney, and Elsa.
When we arrived, Britney introduced us to Zach. Zach was an obnoxious football player at my school. He hung out with all of the other jocks at my school, but I had no idea who he was.
When Britney introduced Elsa, Penny, Camile and I, he tried to hit on us all before his girlfriend came over, introducing herself as Melissa. Zach was a huge douche as he tried to play off flirting with us. Melissa either fell for his bullshit, or didn't care because she was so drunk she could barely stand beside him. I hadn't seen them since Melissa pulled him upstairs, pulling him by his hand behind her, and that was nearly thirty minutes ago.
The party got pretty crazy, really fast. About ten minutes after we'd walked in the front door, a bunch of drunken girls and guys started up a game of beer pong and from there it's gotten a lot more rowdy. At one point I heard fighting outside on the lawn, but we were all too scared to investigate.
As I walked in the kitchen, some guy was slurping alcohol of out a girl's belly button, licking the salt off her skin in the valley of her breasts and sucking on the lime which she held between her lips. Everyone cheered when he raised his arms in the air. I walked past him, grabbing another beer, opening it, and taking one huge gulp, wanting to continue my buzz.
I decided to head towards the living room immediately as club music rattled the house. People were intoxicated off of the music, the alcohol and their dance partner. A few more drinks and that'll be me.
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After another hour or so, I was almost too drunk to stand properly. I was slurring my words, and stumbling all over myself. Elsa and Penny were playing beer pong, while Britney had ran off with some guy. I hadn't seen Camile in a while, though at the moment the amount of alcohol in my system was making me careless.
I stumbled my way towards the living room, feeling like dancing. The music was still blasting, so I made my way in that direction. The alcohol in my system was controlling my actions, and right now it was telling me to dance. I was feeling careless, I didn't care about consequences. I wanted to have fun and I wanted to unwind, and the alcohol was giving me that opportunity.
On my way, I grabbed another shot of tequila, throwing my head back and slamming the shot glass upon the counter. I chased it back with a slice of lime and continued on my way towards the living room. My body began to sway with the music,.
I made my way into the sea of people grinding in the living room. Music blasting, sweaty bodies clung together as they let the music control their bodies. I became excited when I recognized the song. I let the music take over my body and I danced in the euphoric atmosphere.
Not long after I'd began to dance, someone's hands found their way to rest upon my hips. I was too drunk to care, and I'd begun grinding into this stranger. His hands made their way up my sides, and I closed my eyes, leaning my head back onto his shoulder and running my fingers through his hair. I could smell his cologne on his neck. When I inhaled I recognized the scent. His hair was soft, and I could hear a low moan erupt in his throat. I moaned when I felt his soft lips press to my throat. We continued on like this, grinding to the beat, sweating in the hot and sticky atmosphere.
I decided it was time to see who the stranger was, and so I slowly turned around. Because of my intoxication, I wasn't surprised when I turned to see those beautiful blue-green eyes staring back into mine. His hands still rested on my hips, and I didn't dare move them. I slowly moved up to his ear, "come with me Louis." I nibbled on his ear lightly, and hear another low moan come from deep within his throat.
I grabbed his hand, leading him away from the euphoric atmosphere to somewhere where we could be alone . . .