Tessa's POV
I didn't talk to very many people after Monday, the day we all hung out. During the week, I usually just went to work. I went out for coffee with Liam a couple times, we were just catching up. I also went shopping with Cara, but, sadly, I didn't buy anything. I already had everything I needed, but Cara just had to buy the entire store. Shoes, dresses, makeup, accessories; everything a girly girl wants. Plus, she had the money to buy it all.
Every night I went out to our pool and swam, or tried to, at least. Niall usually came out, too, but we tried not to talk much. Whenever we spoke something really stupid would come out of one of our mouths, or it would just turn out really awkward. Even though, we still made a bit of small talk. It was super lame.
On Friday, the day before the party, he was swimming in our pool and I was in my regular pool chair, and we were actually talking sort-of comfortably. It was just your regular small talk, but it was a big step for us. Not that there is an us or anything, but us as in Niall and I, not Niall and I. Then I remembered about the party tomorrow and Liam asking me if I would give Niall a ride.
"Niall, did Liam tell you about his party tomorrow?" I asked.
"Um, yeah. Why?" He looked rather uncomfortable. What, did he think that I was going to ask him to it? No way in hell was that happening. I hardly know this kid, and every time we talked it turned into an awkward mess up.
"Do you need a ride or anything? Liam asked me to make sure and stuff. We live right next to each other, so it wouldn't be a problem." I tried to reassure him.
He rubbed the back of his neck and ran his fingers through his hair. "Uh, no thanks." He said, surprising me.
"What? Why?" I thought he'd definitely need a ride. Niall hopped out of the pool, and he came to sit next to me on my pool chair.
"I'm extremely grateful and everything, but that girl, Sailor I think her name was, said she'd give me a ride." Wow. She was trying so hard to get in his pants. It would be at least ten miles out of her way to Liam's to pick up Niall. It was so obvious I'm surprised Niall hadn't noticed. Although, he had these groupies and I didn't think he noticed.
I waved it off. "No problem. Just an offer." I told him. He smiled at me and I nodded. Then he patted my shoulder and went back into the water. After watching him swim, the water looked so good I just had to get in. I slid into the pool and the cool water washed over me, feeling delicious and refreshing to my hot skin. Then, I asked the stupidest question ever.
"Niall, did you know that you have these groupies that follow you around?" I asked with a completely Yeah, he had them, but why did I have to ask? Maybe he would think I was being weird, as usual, or he would ignore it and pretend he didn't hear me ask it.
He turned to look at me with a strange expression on his face. "What?" He asked. I bet he just thought I was being weird. What is up with my speech when I'm around him?
"I was just wondering if you knew that you had groupies." I said and tried to sound brave, but it came out as a timid squeak.
He waved his hand at me. "I know what you said. I should probably rephrase my question. Why? That's what I should have said. As in, why did you just ask me that?"
I shrugged. "I was just wondering, I guess." I looked down at my feet. Or what I could see of them through the water. The tips of Niall's ears turned pink when he answered.
"Well, I didn't think of them as groupies, but now that you put them that way, I guess they are." Jeez, he sounded like he was having a normal conversation instead of talking about his groupies.
"Oh, um, okay. I was just wondering." Wow, great excuse! I thought to myself sarcastically.
Niall went back to swimming once he realized that I wasn't going to say anything else. I decided to go back to the comfort of my pool chair and replay how badly that conversation went over and over again in my head. Soon afterwards, Niall left with a quick goodbye and a wave. I decided to go in, and take a nap before dinner that would be served in a couple of hours, figuring I deserved it after a hard week's work. Luckily, I didn't have to work on weekends, so all I had to worry about was the party.
I stood in my walk-in closet looking at all my clothes and tried to find something suitable and sensible to wear for tonight. Liam was notorious for throwing fancier parties. Sure, everybody still got wasted, but they did it in a "classier" way, according to Liam. Meaning: there was nicely dressed people getting shit-faced with more expensive alcohol.
After trying on multiple outfits, I chose a fancier black tank top with a layer of grey sheer over it, white short shorts, and black gladiator sandals. It wasn't super fancy, but I'd probably end up taking part of it off anyway. Most girls would take the opportunity to wear skirts and dresses, but not me. I wear dresses once in a blue moon, and skirts even less often. I used to wear them both a lot, but ever since…
My eyes jumped out at the time on the clock. It was seven o'clock, and I had to leave at half past to make it to Liam's by eight. Plus, I still had to do my hair and makeup. I only put on light makeup; a bit of blush, black eyeliner and mascara, and some darker colored lip gloss. My hair was a whole other story. I couldn't decide how to wear it, so I just brushed it out and let it curl naturally at the ends. I was done by seven twenty-five luckily and went downstairs to let my mom and dad know that I probably wouldn't be back until the morning. I could probably just crash at Liam's.
I passed by the living room on my way out the door, and I saw Louis and Jesse playing videogames; Fifa, I think it was. "You guys can still come if you want." I called out to my triplets. Jesse just scoffed while Louis turned to face me. Did I mention that Louis was my favorite?
"No thanks. They're more your friends." He said. I smiled at him then slammed the door behind me on my way out.
I went over to the nicer of our two cars: the black convertible. I wanted to get the red one, but Louis and Jesse threw a hissy fit about how they would not drive a girl car.
I had seen Sailor pick up Niall a couple hours ago, so I didn't need to worry about that. Hmm, I wonder what they had been doing for all of this time. I turned up the radio, put all thoughts out of my head, rolled the top down, and drove. I didn't even care that my hair was probably getting messed up.
I pulled up to Liam's at five minutes past eight. Fashionably late. I rang the doorbell and Liam pulled open the door. "Liam!" I practically jumped into his arms. I always felt so happy around Liam. He was always so happy and positive that it was contagious.
"Tessa, glad you could make it." He said, shutting the door behind me. The place was pretty packed, and music blared all throughout the house. Liam led me through the walkway and into the kitchen where Cara, Lola, and Noah were all talking with beers in their hands. They greeted me with hugs when I reached them.
"Okay, now we have enough to play a game. TRUTH OR DARE!" Liam called out. Oh, great. I wasn't drunk enough, so I would remember this. I crossed my fingers, hoping I wouldn't do anything I'd regret. I grabbed myself a beer, and made my way to the living room. I sat down between Liam and this girl, Rose, I think her name was.
Liam decided to explain the rules, his style. "Okay, for all of you newcomers, there are rules. Rule number one, if you don't do a truth or a dare you have to remove an article of clothing and then kiss the person to your left. No moving!" He called out when people tried to switch. I guess, I'd have to kiss this Rose girl. Ha! Not happening. "Rule number two, if you break something, you buy it. Simple as that. Three, dares must not exceed ten minutes. Rule number four, and my personal favorite, if you're not drunk by the end of the party, you will not be invited back." He finished off with a wink, and started the game. He turned to me. "Tessa, truth or dare?" He asked, giving me a sly smile.
I chose dare, as always.
"I dare you to take off your shirt." How did I know that was coming?
Ever since we were sixteen, Liam's first turn he would always tell me to take my shirt off. Yeah, it's a little weird, but it also led to things and it was almost like reminiscing in good old memories. Luckily, I foresaw this and wore one of my best bras: my black lace. A couple of the guys whooped when I pulled my shirt over my head, getting excited that I was the first person to remove clothing. I just shook my head at them and didn't care what they were thinking. I had never said no to a dare and I wasn't about to start now.
I decided to ask Merry, a girl who was about the same age as Noah. When she chose truth, everyone who knew me got an amused look in their eyes. I was well-known for my bluntness and daring when it came time for the "truth." I just wasn't afraid to ask anything. Answering things is an entirely different story.
"Hmm," I pretended to think.
"Oh, come on! We already know you have a sex question ready!" Cara blurted out rather loudly, and caused a few people to laugh. Merry looked nervous and started fidgeting.
"Fine," I gave Cara a fake glare. "Who, Merry, in this circle, turns you on the most?" Liam, along with a couple other people, burst into laughter while Merry turned beet red.
She said something we couldn't understand.
"What?" I prompted.
"Niall," She squeaked out in a high-pitched voice. Everyone's head turned towards Niall, who was sitting almost directly in front of me. I was too busy thinking about how she must be one of Niall's many groupies.
Once everybody settled down, the game continued. There were the usual truths and dares you'd find in any party: Who's your crush? Take a piece of clothing off. Kiss this person. So on, and so forth. There were the occasional skips and someone took something off and then kissed the person to the left. I could tell that Liam would get agitated when someone barely kissed someone or only took something as trivial as a sock off. The rule was put there, so they would actually do it and not skip out. They were making it silly. The kissing was supposed to be like making out, even if it was a person of the same sex. It was supposed to be a punishment, not an option. They were supposed to "put on a show," as Liam used to say.
When Liam was asked who he liked, he turned pale. I totally saw this coming. I haven't even seen him in three years, but I doubt his feelings had changed. I saw his eyes quickly flicker in the direction. It was so quick, I thought I had imagined it at first.
After thinking about it for a second, he took his shirt off. He had it bunched underneath his arms, and he reached behind himself to pull it over his head, showing some of his tattoos that weren't already visible. Then, he turned to me, since I was to his left. I downed the rest of my beer before getting on my knees.
"You are so getting me another beer once we're done." I muttered to him. He just chuckled and shook his head. I crawled over to Liam and put one of my knees by each of his hips to straddle him. I decided to take charge; I lowered myself onto him and brought my lips to his. Meanwhile, I tangled my fingers into his hair. He immediately responded to the heavy make out session I was insinuating. He opened his mouth, allowing my tongue access, and put his hands on my sides, using his fingers to brush against the undersides of my breasts. He tasted like cherry vodka, one of my favorite flavors. I savored the taste of him and pressed against him harder. His hands roamed over my naked stomach while our tongues battled for dominance.
When he started roughly palming and squeezing my breast over my bra, I gasped and allowed his tongue entrance. Now, we were playing dirty. I brought my hands up to his hair and tugged, albeit harder than I might have before. I rolled my hips against his, causing him to grunt, the sound flowing through his mouth and into mine. Then, we were back to the battle, now both of us were playing dirty. Our tongues swirled together, the cherry vodka being sweet and making me want more. He finally gave up once I rolled my hips against him and made more friction than the last time. It caused him to grow. I already knew Liam was big, but he had obviously grown a lot within the past three years. Once my tongue was in his mouth, I roamed around and, finally, pulled back, breaking the heavy kiss.
Both Liam and I were panting; so were most of the rest of the people in the room. I crawled off of Liam's lap and returned to my spot, planning to drink more beer, but my cup was empty. I gave a look to Liam and he went and got me a cup off cherry vodka, the same liquor he so deliciously tasted of, and winked at me once he returned. He was still a little breathless, but that was understandable. I noticed the very prominent bulge in his pants, just begging to be taken care of. He picked at his shorts a couple times; probably trying to create more space for something so big.
Then, Liam spoke what every single person was thinking. "Now that was a kiss. All of you amateurs need to take lessons for the next time. If I see one more kiss that doesn't have any tongue, I will lock you and that person in a closet for twenty minutes and play the sexiest music I can find." You could see Liam's obvious arousal in his eyes. Liam and I had kissed and done other things before, just not in a long while. It was the first time I had a really good kiss in months, and I had to admit, I was a little hot and bothered, too. I felt like if I hadn't pulled away right then, we would have ended up fucking with everyone just watching us. It was even more intense because of the lack of clothing between the two of us. We could both feel the hot skin of the other, just begging to be touched.
I ended up putting my hair in a ponytail, figuring that it was already messed up. The game continued on while I was sipping my cherry vodka; it was meant to be taken in shots, but I was always one to break the rules. Most people were in their underwear by that time. I still had on everything but my shirt. I hadn't done anything since the erotic kiss with Liam, but since a lot of guys were looking at me hungrily I figured that was about to change.
Next, it was this ass, Ricky's, turn. He turned his gaze to me. "Tessa," He said. "Truth or dare?"
Curse him for knowing that I always chose dare. "Dare," I managed to spit out between my clenched teeth.
He licked his lips greedily. "I dare you to get up and dance for the remainder of this song and the next." He said and tried to make his voice go down really low and gravelly. It wasn't the least bit arousing. He had as much sex appeal as a clown. But, hey, maybe some people are into that.
I sighed, but hopped up and started dancing sexily to whatever song was playing; I had no idea what song it was. After about a minute the song changed to "Sex" by The 1975. I started swaying my hips antagonizingly to the beat and roaming my hands up and down my own body. Then, I put my hands in the air and waved them around in a supposedly sexy way, or so I've heard. After a little bit, I blindly grabbed for the person nearest to me, feeling awkward dancing by myself. Luckily, it was Noah.
When I pulled him up, he looked at me with this fire in his eyes. He pulled my back to his front and I started grinding on him, rubbing my bum against him. He grabbed my hips and started pressing me harder against himself to create more friction. The roughness brought back painful memories, but I repressed them, having other things to do at the moment.
Noah leaned down to my ear and took the lobe between his teeth. "God, Tessa. You're so sexy." He breathed into my ear huskily. Once I turned around, he started making little bites around my neck and using his tongue to soothe the sting. The lyrics of the song only further intensified the mood in the room. Noah brought his hips to mine and rolled them, as I had done to Liam not that long ago. We started kissing while dancing. He then took his lips from mine and grazed his teeth along my jawline, creating more bites. His teeth found the sweet spot on my collar bones and almost making my knees buckle. He sucked on it, making the pleasure levels in my brain skyrocket into uncharted territory while I brought my hips to his and rolled, causing him to grow against me.
I started roaming my hands on his bare chest, tracing the hardened and defined muscles that weren't there three years ago. His hands returned the favor and dipped onto my hips and reached behind to squeeze my bum. All the while, using his mouth to bite, suck, and kiss me.
Right as we were, literally, about to start tearing the rest of each other's clothes off and fucking or something of the like, the music changed to a new song, and we both stopped. We were breathing heavily, panting almost.
"Nice dancing," Noah commented.
"Thanks, you too." I was panting, so hard. I probably looked like a dog. I gave Noah a hug and a quick peck on the lips, then headed back to my own seat. I sent a glare Ricky's way, as if to say Satisfy you? He just shot a glare back and picked at his shorts where there was a bulge that was increased every moment that he looked at me.
I turned to Liam, who smiled and shot a wink at me. I gave a throaty laugh, and then I turned my attention back towards the game. I already had a plan to get back at Ricky.