Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the songs Midnight Romeo, Justify My Love, or Get Low
Life. Morals. High School.
Meet me at my door
By the end of the night you'll be screaming for more, more, more of me
Tonight's a big night, so let's make history
Music throbbed through the crowded house. People screamed with energy downstairs. People moaned with pleasure upstairs. People rubbed against each other on the dance floor. In the pool, bikini clad girls stood waist deep in pure blue water that swirled around their hips like liquid glass. They moved as one, swaying to the beat of the music. In the glass encased porch, adolescent men hooted and whistled at two girls in white clothing wrestle in a baby pool. In the living room, a girl in skinny jeans and a black bra with a green lace border danced on the glass coffee table. A shirtless boy jumped up and joined her. His faded jeans were weakly supported with a black leather belt and hang dangerously low, revealing plaid boxers.
He ground against her, his muscled stomach chafing against her slender back. His hand crept around her hips and dipped down, treacherously close to the apex of her thighs. He pulled her against him and her hips bucked against his groin. The people around them roared and whooped as the two danced together.
I want to be your baby
Waiting, needing, waiting
I'm open and ready
Two bodies writhed together under the sheets. Sweat covered their bodies in a soft sheen. Two pairs of hips rolled together, shifting and twisting the place where they were joined. Two pairs of eyes were closed in bliss. Two pairs of legs strained, bent and flexed as four arms grappled at each other. Two mouths let forth simultaneous cries of rapture. Two people lost themselves in the arms of ecstasy.
3,6,9 damn she fine
Hoping she can sock it to me one more time
Get low
"75! I have 75 on our leading lady!" a boy called up, holding up a fan of green bills. "This is round three, for $75! Can anyone beat this ferocious vixen?" Water splashed against the window of the porch as yet another girl entered the abused baby pool. A young pony tailed brunette in a large white t-shirt faced the new opponent. She was sizable, 5' 10" and well endowed. She was also unprepared for the fist she received in the stomach. The girl with the ponytail toppled her competition in one fell swoop. "No! That is the answer, gentlemen. Nothing can stop this fierce hellcat! Do we have any takers? $100? Do I hear $100 on our very own Wonder Woman?"
"100!"
"Thank you sir!" The boy announcing collected the bet from the taker. "Anything on the challenger? Can this next one fight her way to victory? Do I hear $50 for the contender?"
"$75!"
"Excellent, gentlemen! What's life without a little risk?" The next girl stepped into the pool. A screaming, soaking boy dumped a bucket of water into the pool. The new girl swung out at the brunette. The brunette swiftly ducked and knocked the other girl off her feet with a smooth scissor kick. She fell and the brunette elbowed her in the mouth, ending the match. "No obstacle can stand in her way!" the announcer cried out. The boy filling the pool dumped a bucket of water into the pool and another over the winning girl's head. Water streamed down her hair and pressed her transparent clothing to her well-toned body. The men around her hollered in appreciation.
This is about where the music should screech to a halt, everything happening freezes and someone actually explains what's going on. Well, rightfully – I technically have no idea what's going on. This is all in hindsight of my senior year of high school. Cliché? Just wait.
See the girl dancing half naked on the living room table? That's me, Kagome Higurashi. And the girl absolutely trashing everyone who crosses her path in the inflatable baby pool over there? That's my best friend, Sango Ryokuwei. The guy taking the bets next to her – that's Miroku Kyosaku. The boy dry humping me is Inuyasha Takahashi, whom I must add is not one of my favorite people. I don't even know who the two people upstairs fucking each other's lights out are.
This is the annual end of summer party at Yukari Fumo's house in the Highlands of our little suburban utopia and since it's the beginning of our senior year, the party as out of hand and awesome as it gets.
Right now is this part where I explain that I would never usually do something like this. I mean, sure I know how to have fun – so does Sango, but I'm a fairly mellow girl. I get excellent grades in barely above average classes without trying. I spend more time on my hair than my homework and somehow I'm still on the honor roll. I'm your average day teenager – though I wasn't always. I'm sure right now you're thinking 'she seems like the type of girl who would table dance all the time', but I'm not! No sir! In fact, I wasn't always like this.
There was a time when I made excellent grades in extremely above average classes and was as prude as a 60 year old out of the 1800's. There was a time when I had so much homework I didn't even have time to look at my hair.
So what happened? Why I am I pole dancing without a pole while thirty teenage boys ogle me? Why is my usually down to earth best friend wrestling in a wet t-shirt? Why is a perverted idiot taking bets on her? Why is my nemesis grinding me like there's no tomorrow? Well I'll tell you. There are multiple reasons why I am no longer a model student, but to directly answer all the questions above is really quite simple.
We are all shit-ass drunk.
This story doesn't really have a plot yet. I'm just going with the flow. The idea popped into my head and I had to get it on paper - I absolutely love the way it turnd out. Thanks for reading!
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