"Okay, thanks, bye!" She waved and turned.
"Hold up!" I barked. She turned back.Carson and Kaleb got out of the car and looked at me, just as confused as shewas. I swallowed, and thanked god it was dark and my hard-on was hidden by the car door. I did what I always did to get it to go down, and thought about the 1985 Chicago Bears, listing the players off one by one until my dick went down.
"Let me talk to my sister a second. You guys go."
Her face fell as the guys shook their heads and started toward the barn that was lit up and exploding with music.
"What?" Laney threw up her hands. "You gave this long speech just this morning about how I was to pretend you didn't know me and that as soon as we got here I needed to disappear because you weren't babysitting me."
"That was before I saw your costume," I snarled. I walked around the car and stood in front of her. "Laney, you can see..."
Everything.
"My cleavage?" She rolled her eyes. "Grow up, Priest. What, are you mad because your friends were checking me out? Who cares? They’re pervs. I'm not interested in them."
I looked toward the dark, inky sky. She wasn't getting it. "This party has a lot of older people with more... expectations. I only agreed because I thought you'd be?—"
She crossed her arms, making her look even more voluptuous. "Dressed like Scooby Doo?" She referred to one of her old costumes from elementary school. The photo still hung in the living room. "Well, I'm not. You go find your friends and I'll go look for some of my own. You're not my babysitter, remember?"
She stormed off toward the party, and I reluctantly followed, waiting until I was at the barn to put on my rubber mask and go find the guys. The barn was full of almost a hundred kids from school, dancing, drinking, and having a good time. I was halfway to the keg when I was stopped by a girl in a sexy, killer clown costume. "Priest Duvall? There's somany Michaels here!" She giggled and grasped my arm.I nodded. She was a pretty brunette.
"You're in my geometry class, right?" I lifted the mask and flashed a smile.
She let out a sigh of relief. "Yes! Jennifer Lesnicky. Are you going to the keg? I'll go with you." She pulled me through the dance floor. I looked for Laney, and when I didn't immediately see her, my heart sped up. It wasn't until we reached the keg did I spot her in the crowd, dancing with a group of girls, and I relaxed some.
"I was hoping you'd be here!" Jennifer shouted as she poured me a beer. "I've always been too nervous to talk to you at school."
"Yeah, why's that?" I asked, not fully invested in the conversation. She began to rattle off something about how she had a crush on me, but I tuned her out, watching Laney have the time of her life on the dance floor.Carson and Kaleb came over and saw where I was looking.
"Do me a favor." I tilted my head to them. "I'll give you twenty dollars each."
"What do you want?" Carson asked, and I nodded to the dance floor.
"Don't let any guy dance with Laney."
They exchanged looks.
"What's that mean?" Kaleb asked.
"Figure it out. I don't want to see her dancing with any assholes."
"So, babysit?"Carson rolled his eyes. “No thanks.”
"Fifty." I upped my deal.
"A hundred," Carson countered. "If I'm going to spend my time beating up assholes instead of trying to get laid, then I want to be paid for it."
"Fine." I pulled out my phone, sending them both a hundred each, bleeding my bank account. Minimum wagedidn't pay shit. They slid their masks back on, and headed into the crowd.
"Is everything okay?" Jennifer tugged on my jumpsuit. I blinked and looked down.
"Yeah, fine. So, you've always had a crush on me, huh?" I slid the mask I wore in front of others back on and worked my charm on her. I had a few beers, and as I flirted, I watched my friends misdirect guy after guy all night.
Sometime during all of this, Jennifer ended up on my lap in a chair, slobbering all over my neck. She chewed on my ear and I tried to get into making out, but I couldn't focus. All my thoughts kept returning to Laney, in the pink, skin-tight leotard and pointed shoes. I looked at Jennifer's red lips and saw Laney's shiny pink ones, and as Jennifer lifted my hand to her chest, all I could think about was touching Laney's breasts.
Jennifer reached for my flaccid cock and pouted. I gently pushed her off me.
“Look, Jennifer, I—" I stopped talking to her when something caught my eye. Laney was storming away from the dance floor in tears. “I’ve got to go.”I flew after Laney, following her outside.
