Confidence is Key

Chapter 2- Why Boys Dont play Volleyball

He brought me to the side of the house and pushed me against the wall and pinned me with his hips. "Is this ok, Jenny." "Don't ever call me that." I seethed. "What?...Jenny." I didn't like that He was in control.

"Our parents will wonder where we are..." I said. "I don't care." I shrugged, "your right neither do I." Miraculously, I held on to my champagne glass.

I took a sip and Spencer stared at my lips. "You want some?" I said seductivly. His eyes darkened. "Hell yes." Then he shoved his lips to mine.

Something spread inside of me, I didn't know what but what I did know is that I wanted more control. I flipped around so I was pushing him against the wall. I slowly moved my hips up and down him until he let out a moan.

He swiped his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I nibbled his lip. He spun us around so he was pushing me again. He tried again, and I let him in but I wanted dominance.

Our tongues started to fight in my mouth, He gripped my butt. My mouth opened and he won dominance. Damn, he's good.

I flipped us around again and started to tug at his hair with my fingers. He moaned again, then my phone went off. 'Come here now! Mom is about to blow her top and Dad is drunk!' Jocy texted.

"I gotta go. Family milestone is happening right now." I said laughing to myself. "Really? I didn't even get any!" He whined. "Someone's being a baby!" I teased. "Am I your baby?" "Cute." I said pinching his cheek, Then I patted down his hair back to normal because I tugged it into an Afro.

"We're not finished!" He called after me. "Oh I barely got started." I threw back.

I walked out to see dad trying to dance with a few other drunks.Mom was tapping her foot and rubbing her head in frustration.But Jocelyn was smiling, a real smile that wasn't faked, watching it all happen made me laugh out loud.

Then I had a genius idea, I walked past Mom, she was about to start lecturing me when I walked up to the DJ booth. The sign said 'DJ is out right now' So I walked behind the booth to give these drunks something to dance to.

I pulled out my Shuffle and blared music, The drunks all cheered. So I did the most logical thing, I went to Dad and started dancing with him.

After I started dancing, a few others joined too. Then I saw Spencer come around the corner. I started grinding against some guy next to me that was drunk and didn't refuse.

I looked up again and he was gone. I looked for his parents and both his parents were dancing drunk. Then a pair of thick muscular arms wrapped around my waist, "You are a little Trouble maker aren't you?" He said in my ear. I laughed.

"I tried to warn you didn't I?" I said. He turned me around and went in to kiss me, I dodged it and slide up an down his leg.

"Jenny, Come on." He said, cupping my cheek. "DANCE DOUCHE BAG." I scolded. "You want me to dance? Fine I'll dance." Then he went down and traced my body with his hands.

I moaned lightly but I know he heard me, "That turns you on?" he asks. "Well yeah." I said still dancing. "I'll remember that." He wrapped his arms tighter around me and smoothed the back of my thigh.

I knew what he was doing, But I do it better. I leaned into his ear, "Game on." I said, nibbling his ear, then licking the shell of his ear. I felt his thing poke my thigh and I knew I got the rise out of him I wanted.

We danced for hours until everyone was either stumbling home, helping someone stumble home, or spreading who in there right mind would have those songs on a electronic device. Me bitch.