curious

slumber party pt.1

she does that thing she usually do
spell my name with her tongue like 🤤

"y/n, hurry up!" my best friend and roommate, ryan, shouts through the door as she pound on it with her fist. "you've been in there for, like, ever."

"chill," i mutter, swiping the deep red lipstick over my bottom lip one final time before pressing my lips together. I sigh and cap the lipstick, making eye contact with myself in the mirror as I whisper to myself. "there's nothing to be afraid of. just do it like you rehearsed in your head."

i open the bathroom door and give my roommate a sarcastic smile. "the bathroom's all yours, your highness." 

"thanks, fool, now get your shit together, we're gonna be late." 

ryan had planned a slumber party with some of their other friends. I didn't know any of them, but hopefully i could find someone i related to on a personal level and just vibe all night. ryan had told me there's gonna be lots of good weed and lots to drink, including a punch made with sherbet, 7up, and tequila. 

i'm not normally one for parties, let alone sleep over parties, but ryan dragged me over because she thought it'd be good to make friends that aren't her. 

who needs more than one friend? i've been perfectly fine this entire time. 

twenty minutes later, we're pulling into the driveway of a two story house with fairy lights strung about the yard. the house was a pale eggshell color and seemed so much smaller on the outside than on the inside. we made our way through the entrance, which opened up into a giant foyer with a staircase on either side. the walls were painted white with burgundy and gold accents in the furniture. 

im afraid im gonna get dirt on the perfectly clean and expensive looking tile floors. im afraid im gonna look at something and itll break. 

i wonder what it's like to have this much money. 

i follow ryan up the left side of stairs and she leads me to a large room with a sunken living area. the sofa was white with black pillows and a printed fleece blanket draped over the top. 

why so much white? a white sofa wouldn't last ten minutes in my apartment. 

there's a 60 inch television mounted onto the wall the sofa is facing. under it held lots of knick knacks, including a glass pipe in the shape of a vagina. 

classy. i want one. 

along with the vagina pipe, i counted four other printed pipes, two large crystal bongs, and a rolling tray with a pitbulls face printed on it. 

on the glass coffee table sat a large bag of green bud. the smell of it hit my senses and my mouth began to water. 

i haven't had bud in months. 

after analyzing the room and figuring out where the bathroom, kitchen, and alcoholic beverages were kept, i was finally introduced to the other two girls sitting on the expensive looking sofa. 

"y/n, this is billie," ryan pointed at a pale girl with black hair. her eyes were wide but wise, her head resting on her hand as she leans against the back of the sofa. she wore a tan hoodie and black basketball shorts, rings adorning her fingers and chains and necklaces hanging from her neck. 

a little over the top if you ask me. 

"and this is darian," ryan pointed at the curly pink haired girl with facial piercings, a red crop top and leather booty shorts, thigh high boots covering her legs and feet. i wonder how long it took for her to put that on. her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, showing off her ear piercings. she also had rings on almost all of her fingers, but only a single daisy charm hangingin from a chain around her neck. 

they're both hot as hell. 

it wasn't long before we're loading up two bongs and the vagina shaped pipe and passing each around. none of us hogged the bong or pipe, so one of us would light and we'd just pass it until it stopped burning. we went through about four bowls before we started getting munchies. 

"wait, who's house is this?" i ask ryan, her dark blue eyes seemingly even darker because of the redness surrounding them. 

"billie's," she tells me, pointing at the extremely attractive black haired girl. it's only now i'm realizing she has the most stunning crystal blue eyes. "it's her house, her weed, her pieces, everything."

"talk about a sugar mama," i mutter, gripping onto ryan's shirt so i wouldn't fall over as we make the trek to the kitchen for food. 

when we got to the kitchen, it was like stoner heaven. the cabinets were filled with little debbie snack cakes, pudding cups, cheez-its, potato chips, and more. the four of us fill our arms with snacks before making our way back to the sitting area, where billie and darian proceeded to make their "specialty punch."

after about three full glasses of the spiked punch, i'm standing on the coffee table with my tshirt in my hand, my titties spilling out of the cups of my bra as i dramatically and drunkenly sing along to justin beiber's 'boyfriend.' 

billie grabbed my arm and pulled me down from the coffee table, causing me to fall into her and the two of us falling to the floor in a fit of laughter. 

"we should play spin the bottle!" ryan squeals, pushing her short hair behind her ear. "we need to finish a bottle first..."

"i got it," darian speaks up, grabbing the half empty bottle of tequila. "y'all know that guy on tiktok that does the Boozey ABC's?" she asks with a drunken laugh as she unscrews the cap. 

"i have no idea who you're talking about," billie slurs, grabbing the bottle from darian and pouring a little bit of the liquid down her throat. her eyes squeeze shut and her nose crinkles, the taste clearly getting the best of her. "that's fucking disgusting, bro."

"Hi, my name is Ben Hogan, and welcome to Boozey ABC's, the series where i drink myself through the alphabet. now here are the rules." darian starts in the worst australian accent i've ever heard as she snatches the bottle back from billie. "rule number one, take a shot for every letter in the alphabet without making a face. rule number two, if i make a face, i'm stuck on that letter until i can take a shot successfully." 

"what the fuck are you on, bro?" ryan laughs, taking a long gulp of her punch. 

"life." darian says solemnly as she throws her head back, beginning to chug the bottle of tequila. 

oh no. this isn't gonna end well for her. 

sure enough, thirty minutes later, ryan is in the bathroom with darian, holding her hair back while she pukes up everything she's eaten in the last twenty-four hours, leaving billie and i alone on the couch. 

i always start writing these and get bored and lose motivation to finish so if yall want a second part lmk and we'll see how long it takes for me to write it lmao