Works of Teenage Hormones

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Layla was excited to go to the party. It was her first college party. Some of Veer and Adi’s friends were throwing the party due to summer reunion. She knew it must be all Booze and dance and people making out randomly, but she wanted to experience it firsthand. Some of her own friends were going as well.

She decided to wear something that would kill a guy just looking at her. White…with black lacy underwear. Yes, that’s it.  It was something she had bought on impulse once, to please herself. The underwear had ruffles for waistband with a ribbon bow at the back. It was essentially a thong and she decided to wear a short skirt that would start below the waist band of her underwear, so that the black ruffles and the bow showed from above the skirt. It looked as if the ruffles were a part of the skirt itself. She wore a matching strapless black lacy bra, and topped it with a knitted white blouse that showed her collar bone and most of shoulders and hung loosely down her torso.

When Veer saw her coming down, he was flabbergasted.

“I’m not taking my little sister in that dress to a party filled with testosterone. You better change into something decent Layla.”

Layla just rolled her eyes and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care to make my own drink, and stick with my friends. Besides you and Adi will be at the party, I know you’ll keep an eye on me.” With that she glanced at Adi, he was giving her this weird look, one of incredulity and lust and disbelief mixed together.  Layla looked like a goddess in that dress. He thought it was a bit slutty, but the effect it had on her looks and her body was just alluring and attractive as hell. She looked hot in that almost transparent top showing off her bra boldly. Layla pouted her lips and pleaded to Veer, “Please”. Adi wanted to kiss her pout right then and there despite her brother’s presence and felt himself getting hard just at that one simple gesture. Oh Boy, it was gonna be a long night.

When she turned to go out the door, Layla heard an audible gulp as if someone was really trying to get a hold of themselves. She shrugged and got into the car. Adi ran his eyes on her starting from the heeled strippy strappy shoes that she was wearing, up her long bare shapely legs, and just noticed that Layla’s backside was peeking from under her skirt and it looked like she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. It was hard to move his eyes from that delectable backside and it took all his will power to concentrate on driving.

They were two hours in to the party. Layla was a couple of beers down. There wasn’t a pair of eyes in the hall that were not on her. The girls were giving her envious looks and the boys lustful. The only thing holding anybody back from hitting on her was Veer and Adi’s tight security around her. Adi was barely able to keep his hands to himself. Staying sober and within Veer’s eyesight was the only solution. A number of girls had tried to hit on him, but there was something wrong with him. His body and mind seemed to crave for only one body and that was layla’s. Dangerously forbidden.

The lights had been dimmed to suit the mood of the party. A lot of couples were furiously making out in the dark.

“How come the college playboy is sitting all alone and that too without a drink?” Layla asked Adi. She had come out of the dance group to take a break.

Adi shrugged and said, “There aren’t many girls here that appeal to me.”  With a raised eyebrow, Layla asked, “And what is your type?” Adi couldn’t help it. Layla was giving her this seductive yet innocent look. Adi found himself drowning in her golden eyes.

“I don’t think you really wanna know.” That statement came out in a much hoarse voice that left himself in surprise. How could he feel so aroused with a mere conversation?

Adi had this smouldering look in his eyes that said a thousand things. As if he wanted her badly, but at the same time he was holding himself back for a strange reason. For a long moment they both just stared at each other.

Somebody was offering tequila shots to everybody and nobody, and Layla picked two. One she gave to Adi and the other she held herself, daring Adi silently to down the drink together. They did, and that broke Adi’s resolve. He was now acutely aware of Layla’s thigh brushing his own. Veer was coming up to them and Layla took a step back. After saying something to Adi in his ear he turned to Layla and said,

“Hey Lil, Adi will take you back home. Don’t be too long here, I dont like the looks boys are giving you. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Layla rolled her eye, “I’ll be fine. Adi will take good care of me tonight.” She gave Adi a suggestive glance and walked off towards the dance floor. With a backward wink and a smirk to Veer, she said, “Play safe! I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Sometimes I forget that you’re not as little anymore, Lil.” Veer laughed. “Although I don’t really think I like the idea of you growing up.” And he frowned at that.

Adi had to have another drink now. The dance floor was roaring once again and he didn’t want to lose Layla to some pervert. He wanted to claim her like he never did before. Five tequilas down he felt someone tug at him and the next minute he was being led to the dance floor by Layla. They were laughing and dancing merrily when a large group of people walked onto the dance floor. Suddenly it was really cramped and Layla and Adi were pressed close to each other involuntarily. A new DJ had taken over the floor and the music was pumping, making everybody shake their bodies like never before.

Without meaning to Adi found himself grinding against Layla. His jeans were already straining because of his bulge which could only feel Layla’s backside. Layla was dancing with her back to Adi’s front and she could very well feel his hard on against her butt cheeks. She was in a delirium with all the drinks she had and in her addled state all she could think of was the hormones raging inside of her. Adi had deftly placed his hands against Layla’s waist and he felt almost frightened at what was happening. While still grinding against him, she started moving his hands upwards towards her breasts. She could feel her skin seared with heat as soon as his fingers touched her bare skin on the stomach. After that invitation Adi didn’t need to restrain anymore, he simply just glided his hands up and felt the roundedness of her breasts through her bra. Layla let out a sigh and pushed back into Adi a little more throwing her head back. She took her hands back and cupped Adi’s butt with both her hands. This left her boobs exposed and raised in air for Adi to devour with his eyes and hands. He had found her nipples and was tweaking them with his fingers slowly, also lowering her bra in the process. Being strapless, it was easy to just slide the fabric over her boob and expose her nipples to his bare hands. He had clearly lost all rational thought and was openly mauling her boobs and pressing them hard. Layla seemed to enjoy this and ground hard against his hard on.

He was lightly touching his chin and rubbing his slight stubble against her exposed neck as if restraining to actually kiss her but couldn’t help touching her. When Layla gave a slight push back against him, he slid one hand down between her thighs. He wanted to feel what he thought was her nakedness but his fingers met her thongs and he pushed them aside, delving into her juicy and hot core. Layla gave a gasp and reciprocated Adi by sliding her hand inside his jeans and promptly found him large and throbbing. They started to move along with the rhythm of the music building the same rhythm inside each other’s bodies. They both buckled into each other, supporting each other as they came together. Layla was standing only because Adi held her in place. And Adi was standing only because he had some sort of support of Layla’s body.

When they found their breath, Layla turned around to look at Adi. They stared at each other for a moment and looked into the other’s satiated expression. It was so clichéd, making out and being sexually active in the middle of a party. But that was a hell of an orgasm. It gave her a thrill in knowing that people could have witnessed their orgasms and some probably even did, but they had managed to remain discreet enough. They both stared silently at each other before Adi said, “I’ll get cleaned up and take you home.”

Layla looked after him, immediately feeling cold without his warm embrace.