Sailor-Mouthed GIrls Shouldn't Fall For Bad Boys

Strip Pong

"You know, those heels really hurt when they're dropped on your head from twenty feet above you?" Corbing grumbled, shaking his head as he took a left into a col-de-sac.

I glanced over at my best friend. He had cropped brown brown hair that had natural red highlights running through it. His eyes were the color of sandal wood and his skin was nicely tanned from surfing almost every day.

"No, I did not know that until now," I murmured, slipping my feet into them and flipping down the visor and opening the mirror open to look at myself.

My blue eyes were rimmed with black eyeliner in a way that made them pop, my black hair dyed-blond underneath was teased and then straightened. I looked good and Corbin sighed, "Did you just seduce yourself, Wade?" he wondered, using my middle name.

Only my dad was aloud to call me Carter, but that was because he was the guy who donated sperm to my mom's egg. Bastard.

"Yeah, did you know whenever I look at myself I get really horny because I'm just that hot?" I asked sarcastically.

We both laughed as Corbin pulled up to the curb in front of the biggest house at the end of the col-de-sac. The large, three-floored building that was set back into the woods that surrounded the neighborhood had light flashing out of every window on the ground floor, as we got out of the car I could feel the bass thumping its way out of the open door to meet us.

"This is going to be fuckin' amazing," Corbing said with a grin, after all, he knew the drill when it came to the Walkers' parties, he knew what they were all about.

I, on the other hand, had no experience with these parties, so when we walked into the wild house, music enveloping us, strobe lights from the living room changing our tan skin into pinks, reds, greens, and blues. Everyone was bouncing from one room to the next, beers or red cups filled with lord only knew what in their hands. People were screaming and dancing, laughing and drinking.

It was crazy...and I slipped right into it without Corbin's guidance, before we parted, though, he screamed over the noise, "Don't take any drink someone offers you, make sure you go with them to get it or get it yourself!"

Me, being absolutely deafened by the roar of the party just nodded, not really hearing what he said.

I trailed around the house, looking for the fridge, talking to random people I knew on my way, following anyone who was half-buzzed already and needed a refill.

By the time I saw Corbin again, an hour later, I was four beers deep and feeling the buzz throughout my body, becoming light headed and giddy out of nowhere. My best friend was grinding with a cheap-looking blond named Lindsey and she was enjoying it as she screamed with the music.

I, being a lil tipsy, just laughed it off and wandered into the back yard where everyone was hanging out. For some reason a couch had been moved by the pool and in the back of my head I wondered how furniture always got put on the lawn.

"So how is it so far?" someone wondered, coming up beside me.

I glanced over and smiled as I took another sip of my Corona, bobbing my head to the beat of the music. "Amazing," I responded to Ash Walker, the younger Walker brother. He was a grade below me, but he played with the big dogs. He had long black hair that fell in his blue eyes and tan skin that stretched over every muscled inch of his five feet-nine inches of sixteen-year-old body.

"Great." He grinned. "You're name's Carter, right?"

"Yea, but everyone calls me Wade," I said, not really paying attention as I finished my fifth beer and passed it off to somebody.