A/N: I think this pool party is going to last longer than I originally thought.
Thanks MarinaNamaste for all your help!
After three rounds of chicken fights in the pool, Chepi was thirsty. She didn't like beer and she didn't like her booze warm. She was in search of some ice. Mike followed her into the kitchen. She had not missed how his hands traveled up to her ass a number of times as she sat on his shoulders during the chicken fights. And she'd encouraged it. She didn't give two shits about Mike or Jessica, but she didn't like the way the former treated the latter. It was time to teach him a lesson.
"Hey," Chepi said, coyly batting her eyelashes, "I need some ice. Show me where it is?" Like she couldn't find a freezer; and the Newton's had one of those fancy refrigerators with the ice machine in the door.
"Sure," Mike agreed, taking the hint. He came up behind her, as she was already in front of the refrigerator, and cupped her hand which was holding her cup. He pressed up against her as he guided her hand to the pad that would release the ice. When the clanging of the machine stopped and her cup was filled, she spun around.
Mike hadn't moved so she was now pressed up against his chest and she let her free hand wrap around his waist. She set her cup of ice on the counter behind him and when she pulled back he lowered his lips to hers. She ran her hand up his chest, it was cold from holding the ice and he jumped at her touch. He wasn't nearly as toned as the rez boys, but few were. She often thought that the producers of Jersey Shore could do a west coast version of the male sluts on La Push Shore. The theme song could be Push It by Salt 'n' Peppa. Mike's soft moan brought her back to what she was doing, her finger tracing up his lightly defined abs.
"Mike," Chepi whispered when his tongue wasn't thrusting into her mouth.
"Yeah?" he asked his hands in the small of her back and pulled her closer into him to impress upon her his need.
"Is that girl Jessica going to get upset if she," Chepi nipped at his neck, "walks in and sees you grinding yourself into me?"
"Probably," he said pushing into her make his point, "but she thinks it's more serious than it is." Chepi pushed back and he loved the way her hands moved up his back and how she raked her fingernails on her way back down. "Doesn't seem to bother you though," he added before he moved down her neck. She pulled away from him just as his hands found their way to the bare skin of her bikinied belly.
"Oh, it bothers me," she said wiping her lip. "I was trying to figure out if you were worth the trouble." She reached out and tickled the little bit of stomach above his waistline.
"Am I?" he asked with a smirk. "Worth the trouble?" He liked her. He wasn't so upset by the rez boys all coming and drinking his liquor anymore.
"We'll see," she said as she turned and headed back out the door towards the pool, "I need to have a few more drinks before I decide." She mentally cringed at the thought of doing that again. He kissed like a lap dog with no technique. Maybe she could teach him something there if she could get past all the spit. She hoped people appreciated all the sacrifices she made for them.
Jessica watched as Chepi exited the kitchen and headed towards the bar. She noted that Chepi didn't look too star-struck by the kiss Jessica witnessed through the sliding glass door. Jessica also knew how Chepi felt as she'd seen her wiping the excess spit off her mouth. She was done with Mike. She tried hard to hold back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. She needed a drink. She didn't know if she could stand to be around Chepi or not.
Jess's eyes went to the hot tub where the twins were sitting with their dates. Bella and Jake were over talking to Angela while Edward and Tanya were chatting in the corner of the pool. Other kids from school milled around here and there, but Jessica didn't feel like talking to them. Lauren and Paul were nowhere to be seen. Jess knew what they were up to. Chepi was still at the bar talking to Jake's friend, Quil. He was kind of cute. She actually liked how shy he was. He hadn't said too much all night and just observed mostly. And she liked the way he kept Angela company while they all played chicken fights.
He was sweet. Jessica could use some sweet.
She was standing in the shadows still, where she'd watched Mike kiss Chepi, and she felt Mike's arm wrap around her waist. There were no butterflies. No happy anticipation. Only anger.
"Let go of me," Jessica said with a cold voice he had never heard before. He tried to pull her in and breathe in her ear the way he knew she liked. "No, Mike! I'm done." She pulled away from him and spun around.
"What is your damage?" he asked. She rolled her eyes at him. Ever since he'd seen the movie Heathers he'd been trying to make some of the old phrases stick.
"I'm just sick of never knowing where we stand, Mike. I mean it, I'm done. It was fun for a while, but it's just not anymore," Jessica said, kind of proud of the fact that she wasn't crying.
"Fun for you, maybe," Mike mumbled when she turned around.
"What?" Jessica asked. She'd heard him. "You know what? I was trying to be nice, but it wasn't fun for me. And thank you for saving me the trouble of feeling bad about dumping you." And before he could say another word, she turned around and walked to the bar to grab a bottle of anything and drink herself into a stupor.
Thankfully, Chepi was now and over at the table near Angela and the only person at the bar was Quil. She stomped up and huffed quietly as she spun bottles around to look at their labels.
"You okay?" he asked as Jessica looked for a bottle of tequila. She didn't necessarily like tequila, but she remembered that people in the movies drank it when they're trying to forget.
"Yeah," Jess said flashing a glance at Quil. "Just pissed at Mike." She let out an involuntary sob and tried to pass it off as a hiccup. Quil wasn't fooled. He looked over at her and was feeling a little brave after his conversation with Angela. The liquid courage he'd drunk helped loosen his lips, too.
"I hope you don't mind me saying so, but that guy's kind of a douchebag," Quil slurred a little. Jess looked back over at him. He really was pretty darn cute. And the rez girls were right, he was ripped. He hadn't played chicken with the rest of them, but he wasn't wearing his shirt.
"Yeah," she admitted. "Why did it take me so long to realize it?" She licked her hand and shook salt on the wet spot. Quil poured her a shot while she licked the salt off her hand. "Thanks," she said taking the glass and downing the caramel colored liquid. It didn't taste like caramel. She coughed and picked up one of the limes she'd spent cutting earlier that evening when she was helping Mike get ready. She bit into it allowing the tart citrus to burst in her mouth and mask the taste of the alcohol.
"Dunno," Quil answered. "We're not all like that, you know." He smiled wryly. "Paul is, but he doesn't hide it." Jessica considered him for a moment and smirked.
"You're not, are you?" Jessica asked. She picked up his hand and licked the same spot on his hand that she'd just done on her own. She sprinkled some salt on it.
"Ummm, I don't think so," Quil squeaked when her warm, wet tongue slid across his hand. She poured another shot.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked handing him a lime wedge which he took with his unsalted hand.
"It means I haven't had much opportunity to explore that facet of my personality," Quil said. His eyes fell shut when her tongue lapped up the abrasive grains and he opened them again to see her lips wrapped around his hand, in the space between his thumb and forefinger. It made him imagine her lips wrapped around something else and he suppressed a moan.
She pulled back, looking into his eyes and raised the shot glass to her lips and downed another shot. Her eyes flashed to the lime in his hand, he lifted it to her lips and they brushed his fingers as she bit into the green fruit. Quil was hard. As a rock.
"Really?" Jessica said in a tone that told him she was unconvinced. "Would you like to?" Quil licked his lips as she took the chewed lime wedge and rubbed it on the base of her neck and sprinkled salt on herself.
"Do you like tequila?" Quil just nodded.
"I do now," he croaked, barely believing his luck. He wondered if he was flirting. He figured he was and then he wondered if he was doing it successfully. Her next statement told him he must be.
"Come on, then. Lick the salt," she invited by pointing to the grains near her collarbone. She repressed a giggle at the look of stunned disbelief that washed across his face. But he seemed to make a decision and his disbelief was replaced with determination.
Quil leaned forward and tried to keep in mind all the conversations he'd ever had about how to make girls feel good. He could imagine what would feel good on his neck so he tried to do that. He ran his tongue lightly over her salty skin. He could smell the chlorine from the pool, but that just added to the experience. It reminded him that she was currently wearing a hot pink bikini. Before he pulled away he sucked a little at her neck before he laved her, one more time, to make sure he got all the salt.
He liked the smirk on her face as he picked up the shot glass she'd poured and tipped his head back to swallow the nectar from south of the border. When he lowered his eyes to hers again, the lime was between her teeth and he leaned in, slowly, to get it. Jessica let it drop right at the last moment so their lips met, and he could taste the lime left over from her last shot.
Jessica's little tongue prodded his so he followed her lead. She moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He followed suit, wrapping his around her waist and relishing the feel of her silky, smooth skin. He ran his hands up and over the strings that tied her top in place and back down. He was careful not to go too low. He'd learned his lesson at the bonfire. Better not push his luck while he was experiencing his first kiss. He thought he was doing pretty well.
"You," Jessica said when they finally pulled apart, "are much better at that than some other people." Quil's chest swelled with pride.
"Yeah?" he asked as she nipped at his chin. Fuck, he thought, that felt good.
"Oh, yeah," her voice gravely with pleasure. "Wanna go do some more shots in a more secluded place?" Quil just nodded. This party was turning to one of the best fucking nights of his life.
Jessica made herself busy by dumping the water out of an ice bucket and placing two shot glasses, the salt shaker, and the rest of the lime wedges.
Quil had a nagging thought in the back of his brain and he looked over at the table where Angela sat with Bella, Jake, and Chepi. She wasn't alone and it looked like she was having a good time. He turned back to Jessica and, picking up the bottle of tequila, allowed her to take his hand and lead him past the hot tub with the twins, Embry, and Seth and then into the Newton's house.
Quil caught Embry's eye and had to chuckle when Embry's mouth fell open as they passed. Quil gave him a hidden thumbs up and Embry just nodded with an impressed smile that replaced his look of shock.
Mike came out of the bathroom just in time to see a flash of green board short and a bright pink bikini before a door closed on the guest room. So Jessica decided to slum it with a rez kid.
Fine with him. It'd save him the trouble of breaking up with her later. He was getting tired of the game anyway. It's not like she ever put out for him. Maybe he should go find Chepi again. The party had hit the point where everyone was buzzing and paired up in their make-out couples. He didn't even want to know who was in his parents' room. He had a feeling it was that big guy, Paul, and Lauren.
Back in the kitchen, Mike found who he was looking for, though he frowned that she was dressed again.
"You leaving?" Mike asked a little surprised and stepping towards her. He thought maybe he could convince her to stay.
"Yep. My work is done here," she said shoving a towel back in her bag.
"What do you mean?" Mike asked quirking a smile at her. "I can think of something to keep you occupied." Chepi just grinned at him. He really was clueless. Jake had not been exaggerating in his stories.
"No. I'm done. I've set Paul to work on that bitch, Lauren and I made sure that Jessica saw you kissing me. Now she's off with Quil doing body shots." Chepi seemed pleased with herself and added, "and I hadn't even planned on getting Quil some action. I'm better than I thought."
"Wait, what?" Mike asked. "You planned that?"
"Yeah you brick headed idiot. You won't leave Bella alone even though it is clear that she is in love with Jake. You string that poor deluded girl, what's her name?" Chepi snapped her fingers a few times, "Oh, Jessica…you string her along while you ogle Bella—in front of her very strong and very jealous boyfriend—and then you feel my ass in the pool. That poor girl…ah, ah" she snapped again.
"Jessica," Mike supplied.
"Yeah, glad you can remember her now, Jessica was head over heels for you, while you didn't pay one iota of attention to her. While I find that completely sad, and against every feminist tendency in my body, I couldn't let her continue to go through that. So, I made sure she saw you and your true colors. It's not like it was that hard to get you to kiss me."
Mike just stood there opening his mouth and closing it again. Chepi thought he looked like fucking fish. Fitting, she thought, he kissed like one too.
"Which, by the way, you really need to work on," she said aloud. "What is it with you and the slobber?" Chepi deadpanned him.
"What?" Mike asked. He was completely confused.
"See, you're so bad, that the nice part of me wants to teach you just for the benefit to the poor, unsuspecting girls that will fall for the boy-next-door look and then take more than a few weeks to realize how bad you are at kissing."
Again, Mike was speechless.
"But I'd rather not reward your shitty behavior." Chepi really was at a loss.
Should she stay or should she go now? Shit, now she had a crappy song stuck in her head.
A/N: I didn't feel much love last week.
Please leave me some love.