Marching Band: The Journey [EDITING]

6 - BEACH PARTY!

There are some explicit scenes, but nothing to vulgar. It doesn't get very descriptive, but I will want you when to skip if you wish to. Enjoy! ;)

After I forced Em and Carson to clean the kitchen all on their own, I set to order pizza while Tony, Reese, and Ethan made some calls. Since it was a four day weekend, it was guaranteed that people were looking for a party. So why not host one at a house that isn't mine? Once the sun set, the whole backyard was packed. The girls were in bikinis and the boys were in nothing but swim trunks. There were bottles of beer everywhere, some red solo cups floating in the pool. The pizza I ordered earlier was completely gone, but I saved three pizzas for just us.

Reese and Ethan were hitting up a set of twins who were wearing matching one-pieces of two different colors. Phillip was just trying to text his girlfriend but girls kept going up to him asking to dance. It was clear as day that he felt uncomfortable. Em and Carson were currently chilling in the pool. More like Em was floating on a floaty and she was constantly yelling at Carson to not knock her in. As I scanned the crowd for Tony, he appeared in front of me. He took the beer bottle out of my hand and set it on the nearby table before pulling me towards the makeshift dance floor. By 'makeshift dance floor' I meant just the only big enough space for people to actually dance in this backyard.

Our bodies were moving in sync to the beat of the music. His right arm was completely wrapped around my waist, holding me to him while his other arm was dangling by his side. My left arm was up and holding his neck. I quickly turned in his arm, resting my hands on his shoulders as his other arm snaked around my waist. He ground his hips into my with such force, I lost my breath. When I looked up at him, his eyes were clouded over in lust. Tony leaned down to kiss me and I could feel how much he wanted me through it. I pulled away to give him a smirk as my hand found his before dragging him into the house.

Before anyone had arrived, we locked the bedroom doors so we wouldn't walk in on anyone. But that left people to do stuff on the couches, which I didn't want to see. We went past them and down the stairs to our floor. There was a couple in the corner making out, but I ignored their moans and groans as I led Tony to our room.

[SKIP]

When we reached the room, I threw him on the bed after making sure to lock the door. I straddled his hips and instantly crashed our lips together. All the lust that was in his eyes flooded through his lips and into me. I growled at his shirt. Stupid drunk me unable to work buttons. Tony smirked at me through the kiss as his hands worked in a swift motion to unbutton his whole shirt. I yanked it off him and pulled away momentarily to pull my bikini top off. His hands gravitated towards my chest and the warm feel of his hands on my cool skin made me shiver.

We could probably keep this up until the party was over, which wouldn't be for a few more hours.

[You good]

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The wind blew my messy hair into my eyes, blocking my vision of the mess of the backyard. It seems as though the party had gravitated onto the beach. I guess it would be my fault that people went to the beach tomorrow morning to find drunk teenagers all over the place. The sky was still blanketed in stars, making the thumping music seem like white noise. A warm body pressed against mine from behind and a familiar scent of lavender and mint detergent invaded my senses as a set of arms encircled my waist.

"You look hella sexy in nothing but my shirt." Tony said, his voice low with lust.

We had just had fun... four times. I wasn't complaining, but I was a little tired out. That's why I came out onto the deck to get some fresh air. I had grabbed the closest thing to me to pull on which just so happened to be Tony's dress shirt. And just his dress shirt. There were seven buttons on the shirt, minus the one at the throat, and I had left the top three unbuttoned, leaving it open to show a lot of cleavage, even for me. Tony pulled me closer to him as he rested his chin on my shoulder, probably to get a better view of my front side.