Mr. Bad Boy

Part 23

Andre got a cab to drive our drunk asses back home.

Andre didn't want his mom to find out drunk me and Petey were, so we stayed at Petey's house, which was empty.

"Peter you sleep in your room, and I'll sleep in the guest room." Andre said.

"Whaaaat?" Drunk Ashley said. "Where am I going to sleep?"

"You can sleep in Peter's moms room." Andre told her.

"I don't want to sleep alone! I'm scared!" Ashley fought.

"Hehe." I laughed on the side.

"Don't worry, Bethany is going to sleep with you."

"Ew! No! Ew! No! Never!" I shouted from the top of my lungs.

"I hate drunk people." Andre said under his breath.

"Excuse me?" I shouted. "I will rip your throat out if you talk shit, mister." Then made my way for him.

Petey quickly held me back.

"Beth, no. I need him to do my homework for me!" Petey said, holding me by my waist.

"Why doesn't Peter and Bethany sleep in Peter's room, and Ashley come sleep with me?" Andre suggested.

Ashley giggled.

"What is it?" Andre asked.

"Nothing." she said with a smirk on her face.

Andre raised a brow.

"I'm tired. I'll be waiting in our room Andre." Ashley said and blew a kiss then walked off.

Petey and I walked off into his room, and I went to sit down on his bed.

Andre knocked on the door, but didn't wait for one of us to open it.

"Here's a shirt for you to change into, Bethany." he handed it to me and then left.

Petey took off his shirt and threw it in the laundry bin.

I got up off the bed and stood in front of the mirror, and tried to unzip my dress but I couldn't get it out.

"Want some help?" Petey said coming up behind me.

I nodded.

He unzipped it, then looked me in the mirror.

I turned around and looked at him in the eyes, and his eyes poured into mine. I let our lips crash onto each other, and held him behind the neck, and he got a tight grip of me around my waist.

I leaped up and rapped my legs around his waist and he dropped us both on the bed. I let my hands go from behind his neck and go down to his jeans. I unbuttoned his jeans, and he let them slip off.

We both stopped, and he got up. He was sitting on my thighs and I was still lying down in bed.

We both took deep breaths.

I looked around the room. It was just us. The lights were dimmed. I looked up at Petey who was shirtless with messy hair, sitting in his boxers.

He looked at me for a while, then smiled, and I smiled right back at him, then he pulled the sheets over us.

***

I woke up with a major headache the next morning. The sunlight was pouring into the room. It only made my head hurt more. I turned over to lay on my right, and saw Petey there laying right beside me shirtless. I looked back at myself to notice that I'm sleeping in my bra and panties.

I quickly shot out of bed and grabbed one of Petey's shirt and shorts and ran out of the room.

I walked down the stairs where I heard someone talking.

In the kitchen, Ashley was sitting on a stool watching Andre cook some pancakes.

"Good morning." Ashley said to me.

I grabbed a seat right beside her.

"Would you like an Aspirin?" Ashley asked me, and I nodded in reply.

Andre turned around from the stove to put a plate with two pancakes in front of me, then set the maple syrup dispenser. Then paused to look at me.

"What?" I asked.

"That's not the shirt I gave to you last night to wear."

"Huh?"

"I came into your room last night to give you a shirt to wear to sleep, so you don't have to sleep in your dress. I gave you one of those long shirts to wear."

I looked down at what I'm wearing.

"That looks like one of Peter's shirts." Andre pointed out.

I chuckled. "Ha ha, yeah. I just didn't feel so comfortable in that, so I borrowed some of Petey's clothes."

Andre eyed me. "Alright then." He said ever so slowly.

I took a deep breath out.

"Peter, care for some pancakes?" Andre shouted out.

I looked back at Petey. He was wearing a pair of shorts, but still shirtless.

Petey looked back at me. We just looked into each others eyes, but said no words to each from our mouths or eyes.

"Yes, please." he said, then grabbed a seat right beside me.

Andre put out a plate with two pancakes for Petey.

"Dude, where's my milk?" Petey asked.

"You're out." Andre answered.

"It's in the basement. Come with me to get it." Petey said then got out of his chair.

"Nah, you go get it."

"Come with me to get it!" Petey demanded, then him and Andre both left.

"Okay, tell me what happened." Ashley said once Petey and Andre were gone.

"What do you mean?" I questioned her.

"Your hair says it all. What happened last night?" Damn, she figured it out.

"I don't know." I answered, truthfully.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I really don't know. I mean, I was drunk as hell last night, I don't really remember anything that happened after that Ferris wheel ride. But when I woke up this morning, I woke up beside Petey." I sounded scared for my life.

"That's it?" She asked.

"What do you mean 'that's it' ? I woke up beside him. I looked over at him and he was laying in bed shirtless. And I didn't have a shirt or underwear on."

"Was his boxers on?" Ashley asked me.

"I don't know! I didn't check! The sheets covered his that area." I explained.

"Damn." Ashley replied with only that.

"What about you?" I asked her. "Anything happen with you?"

"Um, when I woke up I was wearing a shirt, just no pants..."

"That's good." I said to her.

"...or bra."

I raised an eyebrow.

"And I was wearing Andre's shirt from last night."

"What?!"

"Did I mention Andre wasn't wearing any clothes?" She whispered under her breath.

"Oh my gosh!" I shouted.

"But be quiet. I didn't really talk to Andre about it."

"So what happened then?" I asked her.

"I woke up, and I scanned the room and everything. Then Andre woke up, he smiled at me, gave me a kiss on the forehead, and got dressed." Ashley explained to me.

"Oh gosh," I said to her, "we messed up late, didn't we?"