Chapter 8

Andrew

The booze was cracked open about two hours ago, and my friends are now wrecked.

Robyn and Macy are getting handsy with each other, and PJ disappeared with Katy a while ago.

Drew has his drunken grin fixed on his face, his eyes slightly unfocused on the two cheerleaders who have positioned themselves in his eye line.

After telling him about my kinda threesome with them both, I know he wants to have his own tryst. My eyes wander across to where Jake and Gina are dancing together.

If I didn’t know Jake so well, I’d have sworn they were a couple. All evening they have been bantering and bickering like some old married couple.

Now they are slow dancing to ~Purple Rain~, both of them singing along at the top of their lungs.

When I first came downstairs, I saw the three blondes in their skimpy negligees and then noticed Gina in her oversized Tom Waits shirt and skin-tight gray yoga pants.

I unexpectedly felt more of a reaction in my pants than I think I would have, had she been half-naked like the others.

She caught me staring and crossed her arms over her chest.

~As if I would be staring at your chest~!

She ignored me pretty hardcore while we sat around waiting for the food to arrive, so I settled next to Robyn, pulling her legs up over mine and resting my hand high up her thigh.

When Macy leaned forward, giving me pretty much a full view of her tits, Gina shot me a dirty look, so I winked at Macy to wind her up more.

I smirked as I heard her huff in annoyance. It was so much fun to wind the bitch up using her friends.

I tried to listen in to the conversation she and Drew had in the kitchen, but Robyn was breathing too heavily in my ear.

But whatever it was about caused her to give me a weird look when they came back to sit down.

My phone buzzes in my back pocket, and I pull it out to see my mom showing as the contact. I quickly answer it. “Hey, give me a sec to get somewhere quieter.”

I slip out the back door, away from all the drunken noise. “Hi, Mom. What’s wrong?”

She laughs down the phone at me. “Nothing is wrong, Andy. I was just letting you know that your sisters have both gone to bed and wanted me to let you know they send you sweet dreams.”

My heart swells with love at my baby sisters.

“I thought it was the sweetest thing.”

“Were they ok tonight?” I sit down on the bench by the back wall.

“They were little angels, like always. Although they still say you read the bedtime stories better than I do.”

I laugh.

“So are you having fun with your friends? It sure sounds like there’s a good party going on.” I can hear the smile in her voice.

“Yeah, it’s been fun, but they’re mostly all drunk now.”

“How much have you had?”

“One vodka and coke, Mom.” I frown. “You know I never have more than one drink.”

“But you’re not driving tonight, sweetie. You know you can have more if you want. Just be sensible.”

“I am being sensible by having one. You never know what might happen when you get a bunch of teenagers drinking together.”

My mom sighs. “I love you.”

“Love you too. See you tomorrow.”

I hang up and lean my head back against the wall, studying the stars. I hear the door open, and someone sits down next to me.

“What’cha doing out here, dude?” PJ leans back next to me.

“Just talking to my mom.”

“Yeah? The girls ok?” He rolls his head slightly so he can look at me. I nod and smile.

“How’s Katy?” PJ grins.

“Fan-fucking-tastic. And currently passed out upstairs.” He chuckles. “Don’t think she could handle the D as well as she thought.”

“Don’t think she can handle the vodka as well as she thought; your dick ain’t that big, dude.”

PJ laughs.

“Did you leave her up there alone, man? What if she chokes or some shit?” I sit up, looking up toward the upstairs windows as if I can somehow magically see through walls.

“I may be drunk, but I’m not that far gone. I sent the rest of the girly squad up to look after her.”

The door opens again, and I look over at Jake and Drew walking out to join us.

“What’s up, sluts?” Jake grins and flops down on the lawn in front of me. I kick out my foot toward him, and he pretends to fall back in pain.

While lying on the ground, he lifts his hips, rummaging around in his back pocket and producing a little tin.

I’ve hung around with him long enough to know it’s the tin in which he keeps his pre-rolled joints. I haven’t had any weed for a while, but I know Jake always has good shit.

He pops one between his lips and lights it, drawing in deeply and holding it before blowing out a large plume of smoke.

Drew sits down next to him and takes the joint from his offering hand. He and PJ both take big hits, not knowing this weed is high class, not like the ragweed that normally gets passed around at parties.

I take a lungful, holding the sweet smoke in for as long as I can. The gray clouds swirl away from us, and our conversation becomes more disjointed.

At some point, all four of us end up lying on our backs on the grass, staring up at the stars.

“What are you guys doing?” Gina’s voice drifts out to us. Jake lifts his head slightly and throws his tin over to her.

I watch as she catches it one-handed and opens it, quickly lighting a new joint and inhaling deeply.

~Who knew little miss priss got high.~

~

As she breathes it out, she makes her way over to lie next to Jake, who immediately puts his arm around her, pulling her close into his side.

They start whispering and giggling between themselves, and I feel a spark of jealousy.

“So, Gina…” Drew props himself up on his elbows. “Jake here says you are pretty badass on the Xbox.”

She giggles.

“Who’s Gina?” Jake frowns. She giggles again and pushes him slightly. “You mean George? My little Smidge?” He snorts as she throws her head back in a deep belly laugh.

“Why do you call her that?” I sit up, bringing my knees up so I can rest my arms on top of them.

“Smidge?” Jake laughs. “Because she was always just a smidge taller than me…”

“Until his stupid hormones kicked in, then he shot up like he was buried in fertilizer.” Gina and Jake dissolve into giggles again.

They were kinda cute together, shame she was usually such an annoying bitch. PJ and Drew are feeling the high now, joining in with the giggling duo. I shake my head and decide to make my move to bed.

I go to the bathroom to brush the taste of alcohol and weed from my mouth.

As I open the door, I am shoved back into the room. Robyn pushes the door closed behind her, and I hear the lock click.

She leans back against the door, looking me up and down, biting on her bottom lip. My eyes wander over her body, which is barely covered by a baby blue lacy twin set.

She has a decent body, tight from the hours of cheerleading and gymnastics. Being that flexible always comes in handy.

Her blonde hair is swept back into a high ponytail, unlike before when it flowed over her shoulders, meaning she means business now.

I let her walk me back into the bathroom and press her lips to mine. I let her lead the kiss, going at her speed and only responding with tongue when she slips hers into my mouth.

My hands wander down over her shorts, gripping her ass lightly. She moves her lips down my neck, her hands starting to unbutton my fly.

I lean back against the sink and allow her to get down onto her knees and pull my dick out.

Looking down, I’ve got a good view straight down her top, the tantalizing glimpse of her breasts more of a turn-on than if she was topless in front of me.

As her lips wrap around me, I can’t stop my mind drifting back to Gina. I close my eyes, trying to concentrate on the warm, wet feeling of having Robyn’s mouth all around me, but all I can see is Gina’s face.

Her weird mismatched eyes and her perfectly formed lips. I feel my release coming quickly. I smirk and close my eyes again.

Again I can see her face as I come, moaning slightly as I squirt into the back of Robyn’s mouth. Gina’s horrified face.

It’s then that I realize the door is open, and she is really standing there in front of me. The door slams shut as Robyn starts to gag. I quickly spin her, so she’s positioned over the toilet bowl.

I put myself away and run a hand over my face.

~Stupid fucking strong-ass weed.~

~

“Robyn, babe, you should really stop giving head. The whole hurling right after is a huge turn-off.” I pat her on the back of the head and leave her retching.