HONEY BEE dallas winston

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Drinking was a mistake. I had been drinking since it was a Saturday and stupidly decided to pregame for a party I was going to later. Since my brother was taking me I could get wasted with him keeping an eye on me. I wasn't sure whos house we were walking to but I did know my hangover would suck in the morning.

Taking sips from the can of beer in my hand made my cheeks feel hot. I had already had a few cans so why stop. Being inebriated always made me extra confident. I never said anything bad, I was just a happy flirt. Almost every party I was pressed up on a guy dancing. I wasn't a virgin, my brother knew this he just acted like he had a stick up his butt whenever I was with a boy.

I was wearing a low waisted short leather skirt where if it rode up a little bit you would be able to see my underwear. A short white top just longer than my bra with my red bra strap sticking out on one side. A leather jacket that was a little oversized but cute and black converse.

I knew I looked hot and my outfit wasn't leaving too much to the imagination. I was hoping to see my best friend Peggy Maddison. We always have easy times finding guys together. We're hot, young, and horny so why not.

I would've froze to death without the jacket and alcohol in my system, but it was starting to feel a little too hot. I wanted to take it off but I didn't want to lose it. It would fit Cam and he didn't have a jacket. I noticed I was staring and apparently he did too.

"What are you staring at me like that for?"

"Will you wear my jacket?"

"Isn't it mine anyways?"

"Yes but thats beside the point."

"Fine, but i'm not giving it back." I shrugged off the jacket and handed it too him. He looked me up and down judgingly but chose not to say anything.

I was never quite sure how he had so many girls drooling over him. He was repulsive, ugly, and annoying but maybe that was just my opinion. Maybe it was just because he was my brother.

My thoughts were interrupted once I heard loud music. We walked in together pushing through the crowd of drunk dancing teenagers. Once I spotted Peggy I started towards her. We made eye contact and she beamed at seeing me.

"You look hot," She complimented twirling me around. She was wearing an identical leather skirt since we got them together, and a short dark red tank top with black converse. We were basically matching but we planned it so it made us feel hotter together.

"So do youuu," I giggled with a slight slur in my speech. We started eyeing the cute boys while I told her about my two encounters with Dallas.

"Who knew he could be so sweet," she giggled once I got to the part about him helping me with my finger which was wrapped in a light layer of bandage. 

"You talkin' about me doll?" I jumped a little as I felt hands snake around my bare waist. His hot breath on my neck made me feel things, dirty unholy things.

"I don't know, was I?" Peggy was looking back and forth between me and Dallas suspiciously. He was whispering how hot I looked in my ear while I was talking to Peggy.

"I think that guy wants to 'talk' to you," I said putting talk in air quotes. Her eyes moved to a boy who looked like a movie star and then to the one next to him equally as hot with a slightly crooked nose. He had been eyeing her ass the whole time we were together.

She made her way over to him while I turned around and put my arms around his neck, his hands dangerously close to my ass.

"I never got your name last night."

"Its Elizabeth and i'm not telling you again so don't forget."

"How could I ever forget someone like you?"

"You know you have got to stop sneaking up on me? You're gonna give me a heart attack at some point."

"Are you saying I get to see you again?" He was making me feel hot in between my legs by such a simple phrase. He was good at this and I hoped he was good at other things too.

"Do you want to see me again Dallas?"

"Call me Dally, I don't like anyone callin' me Dallas."

"I like to think nicknames require a form of intimacy so I ain't gonna quit callin' you Dallas." He looked me up and down pulling our bodies impossibly closer.

"Isn't this intimate enough or would you like me to show you intimate back at my place," he retorted with a wink. I dragged my hands from the top of his had down his back memorizing all that I could through his clothes. His back was full of muscles and it got me excited.

"Maybe if you get me a drink i'll agree." He sighed nodding his head with a smile on his absolutely stunning face. While he was walking away I spotted Ponyboy and Johnny walking up.

"He's not bothering you is he," Ponyboy asked. He didn't seem to be drinking and he was too young to start now. Johnny seemed a little older but seemed more spooked and jumpy. They each had a slight tint to their cheeks most likely from the heat of the room.

"No, he's getting me a drink." I had a slight smile on my face when I saw him coming back, two cups in his hand. He handed me my drink and slid his newly free hand around my waist.

I turned my head up towards him and asked, "What's in the cup?" He simply responded with punch. I took a sip and was met with punch spiked with who knows what. The more I drank the more I wanted Dallas to do unspeakable things to me. 

I made eye contact with Cam who frowned when he saw who I was with. I mouthed that I was leaving but he shook his head and started coming closer, pushing through the crowd.

"Let's go." I started to pull him towards the exit until Cam stood in front of me. He tried to make himself look taller in front of Dallas. He was taller than him by a few inches and maybe stronger.

"You're not leaving with him Liz," He said crossing his arms. I wasnt sure Dallas knew he was my brother as we didn't look all that similar. We had different dads since they had both left when they found out. Our non biological dad was a man our mom met when I was 4 and Cam was 5. He was more of our dad than our biological dads.

"Why can't she," Dallas questioned something in his voice I couldn't quite catch.

"Because I don't want her hanging around with you."

"Cam let me leave please. Be a good brother and let me leave." I felt Dallas Tense up behind me hearing him let out a relieved breath at the same time.

"Fine, but I want you home by 2 and if you get pregnant I'm comin' for him."

"Stop talking please, and no promises about the first part," I said as Cam moved out of the way watching us until we made it out of the house. We started walking to wherever Dallas stayed as he slipped his hand into the back pocket of my skirt.

I started counting my steps in each cube of cement on the sidewalk. It was a habit I had of trying to make every cube have the same amount of steps. I wasn't sure if it was just me who did this or not.

By the end of the night I was naked sleeping in his bed.