The MailGirl and I

One Kiss

"There's a party after school," Jessie told me when we were walking out of the lunch room.

"Cool."

"Would you like to go with me?" She asked.

"Um, they aren't really my thing. Going out to the movies with my friends is the highest social level 'party' I go to." I told her.

"Please, for me?" She begged.

I gave in...what? She gave me puppy eyes.

We walked up to our friends. Wow, 'our', I guess this meant that she was really one of us now.

"Hey guys. There's a party after school, wanna go?" Jessie asked as she sat down.

"Can't." Alex said.

"Sorry, I can't go. I'm going to hang out with Peter and Andrew today." Mandy said.

"I don't really feel like watching drunk people flail around." Charlie said.

"And your coming over to my house to watch Teen Wolf." Ryan said to Charlie.

"And that." Charlie took a bite of her sandwich.

"I guess it's just us then!" Jessie said to me.

I looked around at everyone. They all had one eye brow up, giving me a questioning look. "What? I want to go."

At eight I drove over to the address Jessie gave me. I pulled up in front of an Victorian styled house.

Someone ran outside, it was Jessie. "Let's go!"

I drove to the party she told me about. I had no idea what to expect, only the things that I've seen in movies.

There were cars parked on the lawn and a bunch of twelfth grade boys were carrying a bunch of alcohol. Some girl waved at someone and shook a plastic bag with white powder in it.

"What on earth is this?" I said out loud.

"It's a party!" Jessie got out of the car, I followed. She picked something up. She handed me a tiny purple flower, "Your ball awaits you my princess." She bowed down and gestured to the house blasting music.

I curtsied, "Why thank you." I nervously followed her into the house. I was instantly blasted away from the loud music. I looked at the the half naked girls and tall muscular boys.

Is this what high scholars do in their free time? Well, I understand why my neighbor calls my friends and I hooligans. I thought to myself.

Jessie pointed at a boy streaking around the house. "Isn't this amazing?"

I nodded, uncertain of this new environment.

"Let's go dance!" She pointed to the living room. All the furniture was no where to be found.

"I wonder what they did to the furniture. Actually, I probably don't want to know." I said to Jessie.

She pulled me onto the dance floor. She started dancing and whipping her brown hair around.

I causally moved back and forth. No way was I doing my famous Awkward Cowboy dance here.

Someone came around with beer, Jessie took two cups. She offered me one, I shook my head. "Aw, don't be such a baby. Let loose for a while!" She took a sip.

I shook my head again.

Two hours later Jessie was drunk and was laying on me while I sat on the couch.

"You have pretty hair." She twirled my hair around her finger.

"Thank you." I moved her hand away from me.

She patted my cheek, "Your skin is soft." She giggled, "Dance with me." she stumbled up and dragged me back on the dance floor.

Once again I awkwardly moved around, only this time Jessie was drunk.

She ran her hands down my arms, "Come on, dance!" She moved closer and placed her hands on my hips. She was so close, one wrong move and our boobs would be doing the tango together.

She ran one hand down lower and lower. I grabbed it before it found my trunk. "Ha. Ha. Ha, I think it's time to go home."

"No," she grabbed my face. She moved her lips closer to mine. If I were a guy, I'd be walking through Boner City.

She smiled and stroked my cheek. She blinked her eyes, everything was in slow motion.

This isn't happening. She doesn't know what she's doing, she's drunk. I told myself, but I couldn't help but to give in.

I focused my eyes on her lips.

"One kiss isn't going to hurt anyone Blake." She whispered.

I can't. I can't let her kiss me, not like this. I shook my head and grabbed her hand. I walked away from the dance floor, dragging Jessie behind me.

Jessie fell down. "Come on Jessie." I tugged on her arm. "Let's go home."

"No."

I looked around, I saw a very big strong looking dude. I walked up to him, "Hey, would you mind carrying my friend to the car?" I pointed to Jessie, who was on the ground counting her fingers.

"Whoa," she laughed, "Blake, I have thirty fingers." She lifted her hands for me to see.

The guy picked her up, bridal style, and walked her to my car. I opened the door for him and he placed her in the seat. I buckled her in and closed the door.

"Thanks," I told the guy. He nodded and walked back to the party.

I got into the drivers seat. "Blake, you can't take me home. Not like this." Jessie said, suddenly getting serious.

"Um, okay. I can take you to my house." I drove home.

I helped her out of the car and into my house.

"Blake, is that you?" My Mom yelled from the master bedroom.

"Yeah Mom, I'm gonna go to bed." I yelled through the floor.

"Ooo, puppies!" Jessie pet Mikey's head.

I covered her mouth and pretty much carried her upstairs. I put her on my bed and took out a pair of flannel pants and a baggy t-shirt. "Put these on."

She took them. I turned around to get some pajamas for me to wear. "There's a bathroom down the ha-" I turned around, Jessie was only in her bra and underwear.

I blushed, Fuck. Please be too drunk to notice, please be too drunk to notice. I thought over and over again.

She sat on the ground.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I got into bed.

"Going to sleep."

Normally I don't like other people sleeping in my bed, but this was different. I patted the spot next to me, "I can't have my drunk friend sleep on the ground."

She climbed in next to me and whispered, "Thanks."

A/N: Sorry for any mistakes. Hope you liked the chapter!