Head Over Leather #Wattys2017

VI. Tell me something

Ethan pulls into the driveway of a house I don't recognize, but then again it wasn't as if I ever attended any parties. He shifts into park and then turns to me, releasing my hand, as he raises his arm to lean on the seat.

"I invited Jess by the way. Figured you'd want someone you're comfortable with at your first party. I'm not sure if she's here yet though." I stare at him awe, taking in his nervous expression, as he gnaws on his lower lip leaving it a bright pink. It was a sweet gesture and I find myself leaning over and pecking him softly on his cheek.

"Thank you." I smile, once I pull back and I note how shocked he is. He recovers a few seconds later and chuckles, before nodding and opening his door to get out. Ethan, being the gentlemen he is, quickly circles around the car to open my door.

"You're so sweet tonight." I tell him, as I step out, only to come face to face. He leans in closer, eyes hooded, teasing me, but instead of doing anything, he shuts the door behind me. His arm shakes around my waist, fingers toying with the material, as he leads me into the party.

"Ethan man! Welcome! You must be Maya! Welcome!" I smile at the jock who greets us at the door and he hands Ethan and I a shot glass filled with a clear substance which I assume is vodka. Ethan's hand begins to rest on the small of my back and he pushes through the crowd in the living room to a more secluded area near the kitchen.

"Tradition!" He yells over the music, linking our hands so that my glass is in front of his mouth and his in front of mine. I nod and as if on cue, we both tip back the glasses. I feel it burn and I can't help but cringe at how bad it tastes, but nonetheless I swallow it. Ethan takes the glass from me and sets it down on a nearby table, before scanning the crowd for Jess probably.

"Maya-papaya!" I look up at the sound of the nickname and find Jess running down the stairs, her hair slightly disheveled, but I don't take much notice of it. She finds me quicker than expected and pulls me into a bear hug. I laugh and hug her back, smelling a mixture of alcohol, vanilla, and lavender on her.

"Let's dance!" Jess tells us excitedly, grabbing my hand and Ethan's, dragging us to the crowd which consists of mostly couples grinding on each other. Jess immediately starts swaying her hips and moving to the music, but I need more of an incentive than one shot to be able to move as freely as she does. Before I have the time to debate about more drinks, I feel Ethan's hands moving around my waist and pulling my back to him, flush against his body. I feel him rocking his hips against me and I let my mind wander to places it rarely ever goes. This is more than enough incentive.

Smirking, I snake my hands around his neck and grind against him, fluttering my eyes shut as I hear a slight groan escape his lips. He buries his face into the crook of my neck and his hands grip my waist to slow my movement, which ends up causing even more friction. I can feel him rubbing against my lower body and normally I'd take control by now, but it felt so good to have him leading. Ethan releases me too soon and a wave of disappointment washes over me, but it doesn't last long, because he pulls me back only this time facing him. He wedges his knee in between my legs with a wink and I flush slightly, allowing myself to eye the other couples, to try to mimic their movements.

I begin to move myself against Ethan's leg, something similar to Dirty Dancing, hoping I don't look like a complete amateur. Ethan seems to like it however, because he rests his hands on my waist and moves with me to the music and I can't help but love the way he feels against me.

"Ethan! Beer pong, man!" Ethan glances up at the sound of the voice and it's one of his old friends, along with Derek, who's gaze refuses to meets Ethan's. Ethan turns back to me and I nod in approval, before he grins and pecks me on the cheek, leaving me to go play.