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All of the boys except for one qualified for states, so practices resumed as usual- everyday after school until 4:30. States were in another month and, if they qualified, nationals were in another four. Since the boys had worked hard all season and for regionals, and were going to have to continue to work hard for states, they decided a party was in order. They needed something to celebrate their victories.
This one was going to be huge, though. Jack and Joe lived next door to each other, and they were using both of their houses. Someone even had 1000 flyers printed up to distribute at their school, California Girls Prep, the public Kennedy High School, and anywhere else people could think of. This was going to be the party of the year. The calendar year, at least. Once January came, there would be a whole new slew of swim parties to attend that would, hopefully, be bigger and better. That was the goal.
Wilson arrived fashionably late, just like at the last party. He only knew about a quarter of the people there, but it seemed everyone knew him and everyone wanted to talk to him. Guys wanted to be him and girls wanted to be with him. He'd always wanted to be popular, but this was ridiculous. He just wanted to enjoy himself, not have to keep up appearances and make the rounds.
He looked around for the one person who'd be able to save him from the madness, but he couldn't find her. He knew she was there; she had to be there. Everyone was there.
A girl Wilson had never seen before came over to him. "You're Wilson, right?"
"Yeah, hi."
"Hi. Someone wants to see you out back."
Wilson thought this was odd, but he went anyways- through the living room, out the kitchen, onto the deck, and then down the steps. It was pretty deserted back there, except for a few stragglers. Hands covered his eyes and he touched them, lightly pulling them off.
"Hi Becca," he said as he turned around.
She didn't even answer him. Becca grabbed him and started making out with him.
"Not that I mind," he said as he pushed away from her, "but I like to be romanced a little first."
"Well, I just want to make out with you. What about me?" She kissed him again and ran her hands through the hair at the nape of his neck.
He was sold. Eventually, he pinned Becca against the fencing around the deck. His hands were up the back of her shirt, being only slightly more promiscuous than socially acceptable. Becca either stayed in his hair or ran her fingers down his torso from his chest to the belt on his relaxed cut jeans.
They were really enjoying themselves until they were spotted. One person saw them, and then called about twenty of their closest friends to see the two people making out on the side of the deck. When they finally noticed they were being watched, Becca broke away from him and grabbed his hand. She ran, dragging him with her. They went to her car, which was parked down the street, and climbed in the backseat. This time, Becca wanted to try something new. She climbed on top of him and picked up where they left off.
"I don't – want – to have sex - in - the back – of your car." He said when Becca allowed in between kisses.
She lifted off of him. "Why not? It's a lot of fun."
"Because - someone - could see us."
"That's the whole point."
He wasn't letting his guard down on this one. As he warded off her many advances, Wilson got to show her how authoritative he could be when pressed. To Wilson's dismay, she liked it, and just took it as some sort of game. After about an hour, it was becoming too hard to resist. He sat up and held her hands in his lap.
"What?" she asked.
"I don't want to have sex in the back of your car."
"I know, you told me."
"Then why are you still trying to seduce me?"
She giggled. "You think that's me trying to seduce you? Boy, you haven't seen anything yet." She shook her head. "Just wait. When I'm seducing you, you'll know." Becca was done with this little tryst. She opened the door and climbed out. Wilson followed suit. "Now carry me back to the party." Apparently, she could be assertive just like Wilson.
"What's wrong with your legs?"
"Nothing. I just want you to carry me."
She spun him around, placed her hands on his shoulder, and then hopped on his back. Wilson hobbled his way down the block and back inside the house. Everyone hooted and whistled when they came in. Neither of them shied away from the attention. Once it passed, though, Becca pinched Wilson's butt and instructed him to put her down. He did as she said and she ran off into the party.
Wilson was shaking his head as Tyler came up to him.
"You two were in the back of her car?"
"Yeah."
"And?"
"And nothing."
"Nothing? You were out there for almost an hour. Plus the time you were in the backyard."
"So?"
"So, she was Richie's girlfriend. That's why you hit him? Because you wanted Becca?"
"No, I hit him because he's a jerk. Besides, they're done now."
"And you're dating Becca? Since when? Why didn't I know?"
"We're not dating."
"Oh, so you're doing the whole 'friends with benefits' thing then?" Tyler was very curious. Girls rarely looked at him because he was so skinny, so he had to live vicariously through his friends.
"No. We're not anything. Look, it's none of your business."
"You slept with her, didn't you?"
Wilson couldn't help but smile. "It's none of your business."
Tyler gave Wilson a congratulatory shoulder-slap. "I knew it."
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Ah, Tyler. He won't be so envious of Wilson later now will he? Please review.
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