I checked my phone again. Still nothing. Not since 8.30pm when I received "I'm at Lea's but we're still getting ready. Where are you?" I had sighed and replied with "Still at the first party. Get your ass here now!" I tried to enjoy myself, dancing and drinking, but nothing felt right without her there.
It's now two hours later and I'm starting to get anxious. Heather didn't tell me what her costume was going to be, but I know it's going to be something outrageous. I mean, c'mon, it's Hemo.
My thoughts are interrupted by my phone buzzing in my hand, Heather face lights up the screen with a goofy face, and I smile to myself before answering.
"Hemo where are you?" I block one ear with my free hand and speak directly into the mouthpiece.
"Just on the way now, we got caught up getting ready and drinking wiiiine!" Heather cheerfully sings back. I can tell by the background noise that the other occupants seem just as cheerful. "Are you still at the first party or have you moved on?" she questions.
"We are still here. But I think we are going soon so just hurry! And text me or something when you get here." I answer, just wanting to see my best friend and her crazy costume.
Yes, yes, I will. I gotta go Nay, we're playing corners!" she giggles into the phone and then I'm met with silence. I sigh and try to compose myself, not entirely sure what to expect when she walks into the party. Speaking of the party, it is already in full swing, and this is only the first stop on our Halloween night. We still have 3 more, and so far the night is going well. I just need a certain blonde here to make it that much better.
The thing with Heather and I is that whenever we are at a party or an event, we are drawn to each other. For the past 2 years it has been the same; staring at each other, touching hands and legs whenever we can, laughing and joking together, flirting. It's just us. But when we start to add alcohol to the equation, it only gets worse...or better really. The touches turn to grazes, the stares turn to lustful looks, flirting turns into mouthing the lyrics of songs to each other, and then they spiral out of control. Most times we end up dancing only a breath away from each other, holding hands, whispering in each other's ears and lightly kissing necks, shoulders and jaws. We do this for hours, but pull back at ten minute intervals and laugh spinning each other around to make it seem like we're both joking. I'm definitely not joking though.
Only once have I let myself go, and we weren't even that drunk. It was like all the other nights, except this time our dancing was cut short when Heather pulled us down a hallway to the kitchen for more drinks.
As we walked past the stairs that led to the second floor, I spotted a place behind the stairs that was hidden; a secret place. I looked at our joined hands, up her arm and down her toned body. Just as Heather was about to walk past the stairs I tugged on her hand and lead her behind the stairs. She made a noise of protest initially, but then she gasped as I spun her around and pinned her to the wall. Both hands either side of her face, our faces so close I could make out the freckles on her pale skin. We both audibly swallowed.
"Nay, what are we doing around here", she tried to joke but her eyes told me she was nervous, "I thought you wanted a drink?" she questioned, still searching my eyes for an explanation.
I continued to look up at her, my breathing was shallow, coming out in quick bursts. I licked my lips, not really knowing how to play it out, but knowing it was going to happen. I lowered my hands, dropping one to her waist and the other moved down her soft hair and settled on her cheek. Her mouth parted, warm air ghosted my mouth and her eyes fluttered closed as she leant into the touch. My senses were overloaded with her and I stepped impossibly close, our bodies touching at every point.
I brushed her hair back so I could lean forward, whispering so softly in her ear,"I want to feel more of you, I need to feel you". Her head hit the wall behind her as she arched her body into me. "Just tell me to stop", I gave the option, but I knew what she would pick. Her previously limp hands grabbed my ass as she separated her legs and pulled me into them. I let out a noise that was close to a whimper at the new feeling. The heat between my legs was now grazing her thigh and as she bent her knee up causing more pressure, her eyes flew open. They were dusted with darkness and were looking straight into my soul, her mouth was still open and her tongue poked out to wet her lips. We stared at each other for what felt like hours, my mind was filled with lust and want, needing to know what she tasted like and how she felt. I began to trail the hand on her face down her neck, down her shoulder, across her collarbone and down her sternum into flesh I had never touched. I lingered for a moment before bringing it back out and deciding to rest both hands behind her neck, playing with the wisps of hair. I glanced back up to her face, and saw that her eyes had become the deepest shade of blue that I had seen. I knew this felt right. I knew it needed to happen.
I leant in, brushing our noses together as our breath mixed, waiting for the inevitable moment but not wanting to rush it. I felt her grip on my body tighten as she closed the distance between our faces. And then our lips met. It started so soft, just lips pressing together, and it already felt electric. I let out a small moan and pressed our lips harder together, wanting to taste more. We moved together perfectly, falling into a rhythm until I felt a tongue brush against my lower lip. Immediately my lips parted, bringing my own tongue to meet hers. The feeling was incredible as we stroked each other, letting moans and whimpers signal each other of our need for more. The kiss deepened, and I was now moving on her leg, gripping tightly behind her neck to pull us closer together. I broke the kiss, only to reattach myself to her bottom lip sucking on it and running my tongue greedily along it to taste more. I felt like I was dreaming; that it wasn't really happening. I reattached my own lips to hers and we continued to explore each other, and the kisses started to slow down. What had started out as frantic and needy kisses were turning into passionate and meaningful ones. Eventually our lips separated and she rested her forehead against mine, staring into my eyes again. After a moment she leant down and pecked my lips strongly, then moved to place a soft kiss on my forehead. Her leg moved from between my legs and I went to step out of her personal space.
"Where are you going?" she questioned with a small smile as she pulled my hips back to her. I eyed her curiously before stepping forward again. Her eyes were soft and I felt warm, safe even, so I melted into her embrace. We stood there, holding each other with my head tucked perfectly under her chin and her arms wrapped securely around my back. I hated to break the silence, but after an hour of dancing plus half an hour of making out I really needed that drink. I gently lifted my head from under her chin and we locked eyes and smiled softly at each other.
"Want to grab that drink now?" I rasped in a voice deeper than my regular tone.
"Yeah, we should probably get back, or else people might start looking for us" her eyes widened in mock fear of being caught in this position but instantly softened to let me know she was joking. I let out a low chuckle and we joined hands as I led her from the secret place; our secret place. The rest of the night continued like the others, more dancing and drinking, but this time we kept sneaking glances at each other. Sometimes getting away with it, other times being caught by the other. I began to wonder what this would mean for our relationship.
I'm thrown from the thought of that night and back into the present when a drink is thrust into my hand by Kevin.
"Naya! What are you doing standing over here by yourself, Bee?" he questions in concern.
"Nothing, Bee. I was just talking to Heather on the phone before. She's on her way with Lea and a few others" I reply. For some reason, though, Kevin is no longer looking at me but over my shoulder. I look at him puzzled as his mouth falls slightly open and turn to see what he is looking at.
My breath catches as I fail to exhale. My eyes start from the bright red nail polish that covers her perfectly manicured toes, trail up to the black high heels that lead to her toned calves. Those calves join to her strong quads where her dress ends mid-thigh and is hemmed with feather ruffles. My eyes move to her stomach, where the section around her belly button is left bare, the material reconnecting just beneath her breast bone. There are more feathers that line the section just underneath her breasts as the material continues to cover up her perfectly sculptured upper body. The boob tube, I can tell, is tied up around her back just under her shoulder blades and her shoulders are left bare. Her neck muscles tense as she scans the room, but she doesn't spot me yet. I continue to take in her outfit, moving to her face and hair where her make-up is flawless and hair beautifully put together. She has long feather earrings that end just above her shoulders and her hair has been curled and pinned to one side, the curls falling naturally, framing the right side of her face. Her face is lined with beautiful jewels, her eye liner flicks up at the end of each eye and smoky eye shadow creates a feeling of mystery. I take in the whole costume once more, letting my eyes slowly rake over her body then back up to her face. She looks amazing. She finds that moment to finally spot me and walk the 10 steps it takes to reach me. She pushes politely but urgently through the bodies in the room and engulfs me in a hug. I remain motionless, still stunned from seeing her enter, that I totally forget about Kevin standing next to me. I glance to my left and realise he's off dancing with the others. Finally understanding what's going on, I reach my arms up to return the hug, my hands resting on some bare skin on her back and I graze the soft skin there. We stay in this position for a few minutes until I feel her shift in my arms. Her warm breath is hitting my ear and I can feel her heartbeat on my chest as she whispers out "So sexy". The words run right through my body like electricity, and as she tries to pull back I grip her tighter, forcing her back into the hug. This time I turn my head to her ear and whisper so softly and seductively, "I've been waiting for you all night".
