I feel the couch shift from extra weight and lull my head to the side seeing Mason rub his hands on his face. I can tell he's stressed. I put my hand on his shoulder and rub it slightly. It's way too loud to talk so I finish the contents in my cup and stand up pulling him with me. I drag him to the dance floor and make him move with me to the music. We're both God awful dancers, but I have a nice buzz that makes me not care.
As we're dancing I see Caitlyn looking a little out of place. I lean in and whisper to Mason, "Go see if Caitlyn wants to dance."
He gives me a worried expression, but before he can say anything or resist I push him in her direction. Poor Mason looks so awkward, but I'm catching the vibe that Caitlyn digs that about him.
I sit back on the couch and watch Mason and Caitlyn progress to the dance floor and start having fun with one another. I give myself a mental pat on the back and smile.
"That was really sweet of you," someone says from behind me. Their breath hitting my ear. I know that voice. I don't want to. I turn my head and see Mitchie leaning over the back of the couch, her face now inches from mine.
I don't say anything and give her a shrug. She comes around to sit next to me. She has two cups, one in each hand, and hands me one. I nod at her, too afraid to actually talk from what I might let slip out and chug whatever is in the cup. I can tell you it's definitely stronger than beer.
"Whoa champ, might want to slow it down," I hear her giggle. The music is so loud if anyone else were talking to me I probably wouldn't hear them, but since it's Mitchie I make sure to hear every syllable coming out of her mouth.
My buzz is feeling a little stronger and it feels great. I know being drunk isn't a good thing, but the feeling I'm getting right now is a total carefree happy feeling, but there is a downside. I cannot control my thoughts. As Mitchie is sitting next to me I keep slightly looking at her getting a great view of her full body. I can't fully blame it on the alcohol, but for now it's a great idea.
Mitchie sits closer to me and sighs, "Do you want to dance?"
I look over at her like she just asked me to drop my pants, why the hell would she ask me to dance with her?
"Mason's on the dance floor, so if I dance with a guy he'll flip out on me, but he won't flip out on you." She answers my unasked question. I can't help but notice a tiny smirk she's trying to hide.
I'm still giving her a deer in the headlights look and I can tell she doesn't like that. "Please, how about I get you another drink first?" She bargains. I nod not fully knowing what else to do. I mean being drunk probably isn't the smartest thing at the moment, drunk mouth speaks sober thoughts, but I don't know another way to get through tonight.
She stands up and I think she's about to go to the kitchen when she leans in front of me. Her hands on my thighs. Just this simple touch is sending tingles through my body. My head feels light but I know it's not the alcohols fault. I don't know how to feel about the fact that her breast are almost spilling out of her V-neck two inches away from my face. Okay I do know how I feel, I fucking love it, but I know I shouldn't.
I see her tongue lick her lips, which moves my eyes to her face. Her lips are so pouty and pink. If I leaned in just a little, I know I'd be able to taste what flavor lipgloss she's wearing.
" I'll be right back," She tells me. Bringing my eyes to meet hers. They're definitely darker than usual. They almost look hungry. I swear there is NOTHING about this girl that doesn't scream sexy.
Just like she promises she's back with in seconds with only one drink in her hand. She hands it to me and again I down it as if it's water. I see her smirk come across her face again, but I know I should ignore it.
She pulls me off the couch and that's when I feel all the alcohol hit me at once. I feel heavy and light. My vision isn't too blurry, but it is enough. I'm so glad she has my hand and is leading me to the "dance floor". I don't know if I could've made it by myself.
It's a fast hip hop song playing so I try to move my body to the beat. I'm not going to lie, my mom could probably dance better than I can and she can't keep a beat to save her life. Mitchie giggles at me making me stop from embarrassing myself too much.
She puts her hands on my hips, helping catch the beat. When I finally catch the hang of it she twirls with her hands in the air. She stops so she's facing away from me and begins moving with my body. I don't stop moving with fear of her moving away, but I make sure we don't touch. I don't trust myself.
Sometimes this girl confuses me. She notices we're not touching and I don't think she likes that. I see her hands reach behind her to my hands and makes me hold on to her hips while they're rocking back and forth. I'm still fine and proud of myself for not getting carried away until she backs into me to make sure her ass is completely against me. She begins to grind against me and I'm trying hard not to groan and act like this isn't anything I like at all.
I close my eyes to keep my mind off of what's actually happening. I don't feel her pressed against me anymore so I slowly open my eyes. Of course she's standing in front of me with that playful smirk planted on her face. She leans into me so her lips are brushing against my ear and says, "Lets go somewhere to talk." She turns away and starts walking. I'm so nervous and oh so captivated by her hips that I don't move, until I remember that she wants to talk. I follow her and all I keep thinking is that I need to remember that I do have self control... well maybe.
A.N so i stopped it there because I want your guys input on what swould happen next. What do you guys think? Let me know and I'll update as soon as I have enough suggestions. Or a least something helpful. Lol thank you for reading :)3