New Skin (lesbian)

Part 2 The Party

It was remarkable how quickly my mom had agreed to let me go. I had prepared myself for a fight. I had a huge alibi prepared and a well thought out argument as to why it was essential I go to Adri's. "Yes, you can spend the night. Have fun and be good, alright?"

With my fingers crossed behind my back, I agreed. I hid the surprise well as I turned on my heels and scurried up the stairs to pack a bag. I was picking Adri up because her car didn't have room enough to sleep. The back seat of my had the ability to fold forward, turning the trunk into a nice square shaped platform. With a few blankets it would practically be a bed. As I drove it off I could see myself glamorously sipping drinks and wooing the group with my lively alcohol induced personality. I could feel the boldness swelling in my veins but it mixed precariously with the nerves.

Adri and I arrived as the sun was setting and the cars were just beginning to roll in. My nerves were now overpowering the boldness, grinding against my stomach like the gravel drive. The dull thuds of a bass drum reverberated in the house and permeated the yard. We approached the steps, Adri leading the way. We entered and at least twenty sets of eyes turned to size up the new guests. I grabbed my right forearm with my left hand and looked around apprehensively. Adri did not falter and strode past the eyes to find her friend. He stood at the island which was littered with bottles, most of them around three quarters full. I sat politely through introductions. The boy's name was Chris and he said he could mix me a good first drink. "You like punch?" he asked. "Fruity stuff?"

"I guess."

He threw some Hawaiian Punch in a glass with some other presumably alcoholic liquid and slid it over. It sat temptingly before me, as it settled from the movement, a sinful red color. This was the plunge I had been longing for. Near ceremoniously I raised it to me lips. While the taste of fruit was present, the bitter singe of alcohol was overwhelming. However the warmth in my throat was pleasant so I drank again.

"She likes it!" Chris raised his own glass and threw back the last bit before working on Adriana's drink.

The amount of time that lapsed before the haze set in was questionable. It was as though a blanket had wrapped me so snugly my head was getting light. I kept drinking and more odd feelings occurred. My lips felt like they'd been touched with Novocaine chap stick. My stomach felt like it was in the tropics. So In a daze I drifted away from the kitchen counter with my drink. My thoughts were so ill formed and I couldn't stop smiling at the strangeness in my senses. I swung around a corner into a new room, filled with smoke and dotted with people. Most of them looked up.

I only noticed her.

She leaned on the right arm of the couch, her long legs pulled up and tossed to the left. She wore a red grungy flannel and the black tee shirt underneath hugged her curvy figure. Her very short hair was tousled like she rolled out of bed just a minute ago, and the thought of her rolling out of bed added to her sex appeal. She had a sweet face with chocolate eyes that screamed danger beneath the slightly winged black eye liner. She sat in a careless way that evoked images of large cats in the sun and her gaze was set on me. It didn't waver as she took a drag from the hookah hose in her hand. The exhale poured with artistry through her succulent lips and I felt the chills shoot up my back.

Before I could react to the way she had affected me, the boy on the opposite side of the couch was beckoning me forward to sit beside him, which put me right next to her.