Those Bloody Tears

Chapter Four

            I made a great effort to invite enough people to make this one heck of a remmidemmi (shindig), and you know how people spread the word. More and more people were flooding into the room that doubled as a party room in the Lagerhaus, bringing their favorite drinks with them. The party was just heating up when Andy walked in. He was wearing an Aeropostale hoodie and it appeared he was wearing skintight Aeropostale jeans. I snickered at his brand choice, but still yet it practically made me hard just looking at him.

            "Hey, Andycakes, how's it goin'?" I asked, pushing off the wall I was leaning against, and left the group of nobodies I was talking to.

            He tugged his sleeve down self-consciously, horror-stricken eyes scanned the room. "I don't think I belong here," he muttered just loud enough for me to hear over the deafening music.

            "No you don't, but it's my job to dirty you up. Right?" I informed him winking and pressed my hand to the arch of his back leading him to get what he thought was a coke. I of course spiked his drink with none other than vodka. Might as well start him out on the strong stuff right?

            After a few glasses of “coke”- that he loved every bit of -he was a little more than tipsy. I pulled him onto a couch and sat him down; before I did, I took a moment to admire what transpired while I was getting Andy drunk. There were drugs in one corner, sex in another, alcohol and dirty dancing everywhere. It was a beautifully bada** rocker party.

            “I wanna dance,” he slurred inches away from my face, the smell of alcohol swirling around in my face, making me lick my lips. I had to close my eyes for a second to gather myself.

            "Perfect," I said with a smirk. He led me, to the designated dance floor, for a change. It was nice, him taking charge. I was getting tired from doing all the work.

            When we got to the very center of the sweaty inebriated people, he began dancing. At first, it was a simple swaying of the hips, but then it progressed into grinding and stripper-like moves. Of course, I loved every single moment of it, especially when he started grinding his bubble-butt against my crotch. I learned then that Andy was a very horny drunk and decided to rub myself against him for all I was worth. And he played off that becoming even nastier. By then, everyone had stopped their own raunchy dancing and began watching Andy and I practically have sex on the dance floor.

            He finally looked up when he realized that all but the music was quiet. "What’s everyone starring at?" he slurred looking at me and then at all the pairs of eyes on him.

            I bent down and kissed him hard on the lips, he responded quickly clutching at my shoulder length hair, but before I could get too carried away I pulled away. "You, liebe. (dear.)”

            "Wha? It doesn't matter you'll lie any way. Don't they know it's rude to stare?"

            I chuckled and placed my hands on his hips, squeezing them roughly, and lead him by two drunken boys comparing their shlongs. I quickly caught on to what they were debating over and barged in raining on their parade, "Vince, quit counting your foreskin. Mark’s is way bigger!"

            Vince let out a long string of profanities before putting it back in his pants. I turned back to Andy shaking my head and noticed he wasn't there anymore. F***!

            "Andy! Where are you?" I shouted over the music, looking all around. When I realized he wasn’t in the immediate vicinity I started panicking. As s***faced as he was, someone was likely to rape him. And if he had never kissed a guy before me, then you can bet you’re a** that he was a virgin. I didn’t want some sick b****** taking what was rightfully mine.