“Fuck, I need a drink.” I run a hand through my long dark hair and stand up. “I’m just going to get us something to drink to ease the nerves a little.”
“Oh, don’t go, I’ve got something here,” she tells me, pulling a couple of premixed drinks out of another one of her bags. I wonder what else she has in all of them.
“Okay, I’m just going to go check on Gio and see what he’s up to this evening.” The last thing I want is for my brother to walk in on Stacey and me. That would be fucking awkward. Not to mention I need a bit of space. I need to think without her sexy floral scent convincing me this is a fantastic idea.
My feet sound thunderous on the stairs in the quiet house, but when I get to the lounge room where I had left my brother, he’s gone. On the table lies my cell phone. Picking it up, I scroll through my messages. There’s still nothing from Dad, but there is one from my brother saying he’s gone out for the night and not to expect him back until morning.
I frown at the message. That’s been happening more and more often. Last night’s party was the first time he had been home for the night in ages. I need to pin him down and grill him about where he’s going and what he’s doing. I’m worried about him.
I check my phone for missed calls and voice messages as well, hoping Dad returned my call, but there’s nothing.
Another pang of worry hits me, a kind of gut feeling that something is wrong and that my life is about to change. I don’t know if this is brought on from what I’m about to try with Stacey or some other phantom concern.
I slide the phone into my pocket and head to the game room and Dad’s fully stocked bar. Choosing a bottle of whiskey, I quickly pour myself a shot and throw it back before grabbing two fresh glasses and carrying them all upstairs. I know I have some Coke upstairs to mix it with.
When I get back to my room, Stacey has already opened both drinks, so I put the bottle of whiskey down and take the one she offers me. She’s also moved most of the bags onto the floor beside the bed, and my TV is on, playing a movie.
She climbs up on my huge bed and pats the covers next to her. “Come on. Let’s just relax and not worry about what I asked for now. We’ve got plenty of time to discuss it before school starts. I just want to watch a movie with my best friend.”
A sigh leaves me, and I’m not sure if it’s in relief or disappointment, but I gladly climb up on the bed next to her, taking a big sip of my drink. She’s propped a bunch of my pillows together, so we lie side by side, our arms brushing as the opening credits begin on the movie.
“Alexa, dim the lights.” The room darkens with my command, and we’re left with only the light from the TV illuminating the room. The action-packed opening scene has me enthralled, and before I know it, my drink is empty. I feel a little light-headed and like I’m overheating, except we don’t have any blankets over us.
“Are you hot?” I ask Stacey, and she looks at me, wide-eyed.
“No. Why don’t you take your pants off? It can’t be comfortable watching a movie in jeans.”
I look at Stacey and realize she’s wearing a skirt, which has risen quite a bit while we’ve been lying on the bed. “Yeah, okay, good thinking.” I jump off the bed, the light-headedness making me sway slightly, and a giggle escapes as I try to pull off my jeans. It’s not so easy after a drink. Wow, I must not have eaten enough today if a shot of whiskey and a premixed is affecting me this much.
As I climb back on the bed, Stacey watches me with amusement in her pretty blue eyes.
I blink owlishly at her. “What? What are you laughing at?”
She shakes her head, still smiling, before cupping my cheek and running her thumb across my bottom lip. A small moan leaves my mouth at the feel of her skin on mine. God, what is wrong with me? I lean into her hand before it slowly makes its way down my body.
All thought of the movie vanishes as my focus lasers in on what Stacey is doing and the feel of her hand on my body. A fingertip brushes across the fabric covering my collarbone, and I inhale sharply before it trails down over the curve of my breast until it reaches my nipple. The light touch has my nipples puckering and my core throbbing as a louder moan leaves my lips.
When I tear my eyes away from her finger and look at her face, she’s slightly out of focus, but there’s still a small smile on her lips. “What’s going on, Stacey? What did you do?”
“What I had to,” she replies before she leans in and seals her mouth to mine.
ChapterFive
Stacey’s tongue slips into my mouth, and my body shudders as her hands roam over my curves. She lies back on the bed, pulling me with her, and brushes my hair from my face as she breaks the kiss. “See, this is what it’s like making out with a boy, Tori. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
My skin feels tight, like my nerve endings are on fire. Everywhere Stacey touches me feels intense and amazing. I rub my thighs together, trying to ease the sudden ache that’s between them. “Did you drug me?” My words sound slurred to my own ears as her mouth moves to my neck and sucks a path downward. My fingers grip the sheets as her head raises and she smirks at me.
“Just an X tablet. I took one too, I thought it might help us relax,” she says, her pupils blown in her blue eyes.
“But why? I don’t understand?” She rolls her body on top of mine, and a groan escapes my mouth as she presses her pelvis to mine and grinds slightly. “How is any of this going to help you with boys?”
“Come on, Tori. I’ve seen the way you look at me, the way you don’t have any interest in guys. Don’t deny that you lust after me. You want this, I know you do, and what better way for me to get sexual experience? Guys love girl-on-girl action.”
I know there’s something wrong with her words, but my body isn’t cooperating with me. I want to push her off and talk about it some more. It’s not that I’m completely opposed to this. She may be right, but taking away my choice and my free will by drugging me is not what friends do.
She rolls off me and sits up, peeling off her top before wriggling out of her skirt, revealing a pretty, pale blue underwear set. She runs her hands across her body.
“When I went home, I watched some girl-on-girl porn, and it was really fucking sexy. The way their bodies moved together…” She trails her fingers over her body as I lick my lips, mesmerized by the motion. “I’ve always been curious about whether oral sex is all it’s cracked up to be. How can it feel any better than just rubbing your clit with your own fingers?”
