A Bit on the Wild Side

Chapter Five: Buzz Kill (Part one)

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I felt good. Well, as good as eight -now empty- cups can ever make you feel. I was now in between Chloe’s legs with one hand gripping her face and the other under her bra groping her breast. We had been making out for a while now. I got bored dancing innocently after ten minutes. Chloe had noticed as she smiled and I took that as an invitation.

I grabbed her hand and directed us to a couch. I had pulled her onto my lap and smiled mischievously. It had been going innocently and I was being gentle until she bit my lip and then licked it after. My eyes had grown wide and she had giggled while wiggling on my semi-erection. I groaned in pleasure. She had begun dry humping me. As I was about to continue our make out session, she backed off completely. She didn’t look back and seemed to have a glint in her eye that made me hesitate for a moment, but then shook it off.

She was such a damn tease and was really testing my restraint. A guy has needs and she wasn’t fulfilling those needs. If she didn’t hurry up, I was going to fulfill them somewhere else. It may be a dick thing to think, but as things were finally getting somewhere she decided to slip from my lap and headed toward a group of her friends.

When a girl headed to her group of friends that was it for the guy when it came to getting any action—no guy could penetrate the wall that the girl friends created no matter how hard they tried. I had groaned in misery.  

I watched her begin to dance with her best friend Sam as Bret slumped next to me. I looked at him as he looked ahead. He looked at me with clouded eyes and a grin. I groaned. He was a goner and wasted off his ass. I needed to be where he was at- mentally in bliss and physically sated. I groaned again while shutting my eyes and resting my head against the back of the couch.

 He nodded his head at me in question. I ignored him for a moment. He grunted.

“You didn’t get some ass, I take it?” I blinked at him. Then scowl.

“Listen man, I get it. Well, no actually I don’t but it’s your business, so I’m staying out of it.” He patted my back in what felt like sympathy.  

“What are you talking about man?” I asked him in denial. He shrugged.

“You’re cranky.” He stated simply as if that explained everything. I glared at him. He grinned.

“Awe, you’re so cute when you’re in such a mood.” He cooed at me as he pinched my cheek.

“Man, get away from me!” I laughed.  

“You know you love it!” he yelled as he weakly attempted to hug me. I laughed, pushing him away from me and then glanced up to look at the action going on. And what I saw made me sober up in an instant. Greg, the bastard, had his hands all over Chloe. And by all over, I meant he had her bent down at the waist with his hand on her neck, keeping her down while the other was slowly going higher up in her skirt and between her legs. She didn’t seem to be fighting it either as she backed into him and opened her legs wider. Greg groaned, shutting his eyes in pleasure as he grinded against her. It made me sick. She was mine, and no one was allowed to touch her before me. I stood up. Bret looked in the direction I was headed and snickered. I threw my glare his way.

“What?!” I yelled. He raised his eyebrow. I growled and stormed my way over to them.

“What. The fuck. Chloe.” I gritted out through clenched teeth as I shoved Greg away from her. He tripped on his foot and fell on his ass. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Of all people…

“What? It’s not what you think!” Yeah it never was, was it? Greg stood and glared at me. I was pissed off. I grabbed Greg’s shirt as he approached me and punched him right in the face.  

“What the fuck man!” he yells at me as he stepped back and rubbed his now busted lip. I grabbed Chloe's arm. “She is allowed to touch who ever the hell she wants.”

 “She is mine, fuck the hell off!” I warned as I changed my grip to Chloe’s hand.

“Are you kidding me? I ha-” Chloe began but was silenced by my death glare that dared her to finish what she was going to say.  She gulped and stayed quiet. I turned back to look at Greg smugly. He was about to say something but was drowned out by hooting noises and yells of excitement. We all glanced in the direction of where the noises were coming from. Taylor runs up to us.

“Guys, you have got to see what is going on in the dining room! It’s so damn sexy.” He says as he disappeared back into the crowd.  

Me, still heated, glanced at Bret never loosening my grip on Chloe. I was able to tell that Bret was excited and anxious to see what was going on because he had disappeared right behind Taylor. I dragged Chloe with me, not even sparing a glance at Greg and headed toward the dining room. Greg was no threat to me. He just loved taunting me ever since I kicked his ass twice in the second grade and again in high school when he thought he could finally take me. He was wrong. It was a constant rival between us since he wouldn’t back off.

The sight in the dining room was so shocking that I didn’t realize I had let go of Chloe as I got closer to the table. Two chicks were dancing on the table. Two chicks that looked familiar. My eyes widened in horror. No, they couldn’t be—sure enough.

“Ethan! Bro! Its Nina and Leah! They're here! And they look sexy as hell dancing up there!” Bret grinned excitedly. He was like a young boy in an adult video store for the first time with that wide grin. And I had to agree. They did. They looked like sex on a stick as they moved to the music seductively. They were placing me in a trance. Nina rolled her exposed torso and traced her body with her hands. My eyes were at her mercy as she moved. I caught myself biting my lip in arousal. Leah thrust her waist to the drum as it pounded in a rapid one-two-three count while her tongue was pointing to the corner of her mouth. I internally groaned. It was all so sexy. I quickly shook my head at the thought.

“How the hell did they get here?” I yelled at Bret through the music. He shrugged and looked to care less in the fact of how they got here and more in the fact that they were just here. I glanced around not wanting to get caught up in a trance that they seemed to place me in. All the guys who weren’t busy with girls already were watching the show—the show that I should be watching as well. I looked around for Chloe. She was nowhere in sight. I sighed. She was obviously pissed at me. She didn’t like it when I was rough—or so she says. She seemed to have liked it when Greg was rough with her earlier. Greg. I growled.

 I looked up and swore. Nina was right in front of me, staring me down and holding my gaze as she slowly and oh so sexually traced her lips with her tongue. She had a devilish look in her eye that made me hard in an instant. She slithered and rolled her hip like a snake to a laying position with her legs open . . . toward me.