***Warning: If you do not like reading anything remotely about sex or any slight sex scenes, I suggest you skip the last four paragraphs. You have been warned.***
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As we arrived at Aaron's house, we could hear the music blaring. The lights in the back yard were on around the pool and we could hear people jumping in off the diving boards. People walked in and out of the front door, not even glancing over at us. All three of us had put on one of our nicest shirts. Sarah had on a black, one shoulder, spaghetti strap shirt. the strap went over her left shoulder and where the strap joined the shirt it had rhinestones. The rhinestones started off all bunched together, but then spread out, reaching almost halfway down the shirt.
Lindsey had on a tight, orange, spaghetti strap with lace around the top. It showed the perfect curves of her body and more than once I had caught myself staring at her. I had on a blue halter top that came down at a V around my neck and ended below my breasts, but it hardly showed anything. It was tighter around my stomach, then flared out a little at the bottom. Lindsey had told me that it went very well with my blonde hair, and Sarah had agreed. All three of us had worn a pair of blue jean shorts.
As we walked in, we looked around for Courtney. After a couple minutes of searching, we finally found her. "Hey," she said as we walked over to her.
"Hey," I said back. "You look nice."
"Thanks," she said with a smile and looked around. "You must be Lindsey. Nice to meet you," she held out her hand.
Lindsey looked confused for a minute, then shook Courtney's hand. We began talking, well, more Courtney than anyone. She was pointing out fashion go's and fashion no's. If there was one thing that Courtney was into, it was fashion. Her goal was to go to collage after school and become a designer and start her own clothing line. In my opinion, she could very well do it. After a while, I began to grow bored with her fashion conversation. "Hey, I'mma go look around and see if there's anyone here I know."
Lindsey, Courtney and Sarah all nodded and went back to talking. I turned and waded through the crowd, trying not to get knocked down. As I walked by the kitchen door, the smell of alcohol almost made my eyes water. "God, how can they drink that stuff?" I said to myself.
"They say it's an acquired taste," replied a familiar voice behind me.
Turning around, I saw Jason standing there. He had on a nice, blue tank-top and jeans. "Why would you ever want to acquire a taste for that? I mean, if it tastes like it smells, yuck."
He had a grin on his face as we walked through the crowd to a quieter spot by the stairs. We stood leaning against the wall beside each other, talking. At first it was just about school in general. Our classes, teachers, friends. Then it started to shift towards the party, and people we thought were hot, cute or not so much. After a while, I noticed his arm around my waist, but I didn't care. It actually made me smile.
Our conversation stopped and I looked around at the party. Half the people here were drunk and barely able to walk. Then I felt Jason's hair brush against my face and the soft warmth of his lips on my neck. Slowly, his hand moved from my wait, up my back to my bra strap. I felt him unclip it, then lower his hand down to my waist again. his other hand flowed up my leg, under my shirt and up to my breasts where it stopped. All this time, my body and mind told me to just stand there. To allow him to continue with what he was doing.
His lips moved from my neck up to my lips, where there greeted each other. He moved his hand out from underneath my shirt and picked me up. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel every step he was taking and felt the difference when he started up the stairs. Then he came to flat ground again and walked a few more steps, then paused. I felt the temperature difference and he started walking again, pausing to shut the door behind him.
My back felt softness greet it. Softness of a bed. I still felt Jason's lips on mine, our tongues greeting each other. Slowly, he moved back down to my neck and I felt a soft sucking. His hands found their way to my shirt and pulled it up, bringing my bra with it. His lips moved only long enough to allow them to pass, then returned. My hands followed his lead, and I pulled his shirt off.
Then, I felt my jeans loosen and being pulled down. I ran my hands up his back and through his hair. It was so soft. Before I knew it, we were both laying naked on the bed, Jason on top of me. His lips moved from my neck, down my chest to my breasts and back up. As he came back up, I let out a soft moan. Slowly, they became louder and faster as the night ticked by in that soft bed in that dark room.
