The daylight faded, and darkness leaked into the skies. The moon was cut into a crescent, as it glowed like a silver claw. It was the night of the party.
At present, Rachel was in Kory's dorm with a couple of their friends. Karen Beecher-Duncan, who they called "Bee", and another girl that went by "Jay" were in their company. The quartet were preparing for the occasion together, doing all the girl stuff girls do to get ready for a party.
Bee was an African-American adolescent. She had a dark brown complexion and light brown eyes. Her thick curls were pulled into two buns, as loose baby hairs spiraled down the sides of her face. She sported golden earrings that were shaped into big hoops.
Her yellow crop top fit perfectly with her denim, baggy jeans and denim jacket. For shoes, Bee wore a pair of black Chuck Taylor All Stars. As her signature, Bee added matte, red lipstick and yellow eyeshadow to her look.
Jay, had a grey skin tone, and pink cheek blushes. Her pink hair dropped to just about shoulder length, and was neatly tucked back with a metallic black band. She had on a black, graphic tee, and under it, a long-sleeved shit with purple and black stripes. Her shirts were tucked into high-waist, black distressed jeans.
Additionally, Jay had on black sneakers, and a black choker with a violet charm attached to it. The girl concluded her statement with a fierce, smokey-eyed eyeshadow pattern, and solid wings of eyeliner.
Kory was dressed in a pink bomber jacket with a white interior. Under the jacket, she wore a white, graphic, NASA tee. A pair of denim shorts and a pair of light pink, platform sneakers were a part of Kory's statement.
Underneath the shorts, on her left thigh, Kory had a tattoo of a spaceship etched onto her skin. Kory decided to go simple on her makeup tonight, giving off a natural appearance. She simply swished on lip gloss, applied a bit of mascara, and added a tint of eyeshadow to the insides of her eyes— right on the skin before her tear ducts.
Rachel wore a caged, black crop top and a black skirt. The skirt was high-waisted with an A-line flare. She sported ebony, knee high socks that had three white stripes at the top. For her shoes, Rachel wore her favorite smooth, leather, black boots that were ankle-high. She colored her eyelids with dark purple eyeshadow, and enhanced her eyelashes with mascara. The only shade of lipstick Rachel liked was black, so she made that addition to her look as well.
"Wooooooo, girls, we're lookin' hot." Bee commented, observing her make up from her phone camera.
Jay agreed, "Hell yeah, we do," she turned to Rachel, "We've got a pretty similar taste in fashion."
"Yup, we do. I'm not a fan of colors." Rachel pulled up her skirt a bit.
"I can say the same. I express myself better through dark, edgy clothing. Hey, let's take a picture." Jay took out her phone, and posed with Rachel in front of the body mirror.
Jay stuck out her tongue, and Rachel positioned her hand into a "L", putting it over her forehead.
"I would like to join in the mirror selfies, please." Kory suggested cheerily.
"Of course," Jay replied, "Bee, come on in."
"Hold up, girl! You know I gotta be "A plus" before I go anywhere." Bee fluffed out her hair slightly, then gave her makeup one last glance.
She laughed as she joined the group for a selfie. Kory smiled as put her arm over Bee's shoulder. Bee put up a peace sign, Rachel gave a badass stare, and Jinx pursed her lips a bit, taking the photo.
"Let me see, let me see," Kory jumped in excitement as Jay showed the girls the picture.
"This is such a nice picture, I hope we take more at the party."
"We should," Bee commented, looking at the time on her phone, "Shoot, it's ten minutes to seven, we gotta bounce. Is everyone ready to go?"
Jay leaned over to a chair, "Yeah, let me just get my bag..."
"Wait! I have to add some spray to my hair, I almost forgot." Kory zipped to the bathroom.
"Are you ready, Rachel?" Bee shook her head in amusement, interrogating with a light smile.
"Uh... yeah, I guess." Rachel evaded eye contact.
"You don't sound too confident."
"It's just... this is the first party I'll be going to. I'm not really a people or party person, so I'm kind of nervous."
"Girl, what is there to be nervous about? This ain't a test or somethin' you can mess up on. Just relax and have fun."
Rachel frowned, feeling heat rush to her face.
Bee kindly pat Rachel's shoulder, "Listen, don't overthink it. Go with the flow and try to enjoy yourself, alright? We'll be there with you to keep you company."
The violet-haired girl was reluctant in her reply, but dimly smiled. Rachel was a hard person to reassure, but Bee somehow managed to do a decent job.
"Okay, thanks, Bee. I'll keep that in mind."
The girls arrived at the party, which was being hosted at a location not too far from the campus. Upon entering the building, each student had to show their student identification cards, and as a result, they were granted a wristband.
The theme of the event was "Blacklight", as regular lights were switched out with black lights. Items that glowed in the dark including glow sticks, highlighters, neon accessories, were all part of what would bring the festivity to life. Music was already playing through the speakers, polychromatic lights were flashing everywhere like police sirens, and people maintained distant, hazy chatters and laughter with one another.
Right off an entrance, a student was standing behind a table, distributing neon items to the guests.
"Hi, are these free?" Bee asked young man.
He responded, "Yep! Take as many as you want."
"That's a surprise, you know eerrrrrthang in college costs money."
The student laughed, " I'd be tight if I had to buy these things."
"I know, right? Tuh. Thank you!"
"No problem."
The girls took the items they wanted, and advanced further into the room. They found an empty table in an unlit corner, placing their belongings in the chairs. There was a bar lined with glass bottles behind the counter, and stools in front of the counter.
Plus, there was a chocolate fountain, a cotton candy machine, a vending machine, and tables with foods, appetizers, drinks, and desserts. Some people were on the dance floor, some were eating at tables, and others were in a line for food—which the four girls immediately joined.
Bee stated, "Y'all, I hope they have ribs."
Kory asserted, "I am anticipating the hot dogs with mustard. That yellow glaze, mustard, is both sweet and tangy, and I adore it!"
The girls ate and conversed for a short while. When they talked, the almost had to yell at each other because of the loud music.
It was a Good Day by Ice Cube began to play through the speakers.
"Y'all! This is my song! I gots to go," Bee dabbed her mouth with a napkin, getting up from her seat.
"Right behind you." Jay followed Bee, and Kory followed suit.
"Rachel, are you coming?" Kory questioned.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming. Just give me a few minutes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Her friends reluctantly left to the dance floor.
Rachel sighed, swiping her left hand through her head of hair. Rachel's introverted nature was catching up to her sooner than she wanted it to. After interacting for most of the day, she was feeling her social battery start to burn out.
Not only that, Rachel wasn't big on upbeat music, dancing, being in the spotlight. She actually rather sit in the quiet corner she was in, than make herself socially uncomfortable.
"Alright, Rachel. Just a few minutes, and you're gonna go out there." Rachel coached herself.
Someone sat next to Rachel silently, snapping her out of her mental fog.
"Hey. The girls told me you were at the table sitting out for a bit. You alright?"
The last person Rachel wanted to be next to right now.
She blew out air out of her lips, tapping her fingers against the table. She kept her eyes on the blur of colors and people that were a distance away.
"I'm fine, Garfield." Rachel started to move away from the table, but Garfield got a hold of her hand.
"Now, we both know that isn't true."
Rachel stubbornly landed back in her seat, folding her arms across her chest. The girl was trying extra hard to put up her rigid exterior, but she felt herself breaking.
Breaking.
Not the kind where sad emotions take over, and someone's due to a meltdown. All of it was cracking her down, his voice, his scent, the fact that he just touched her, and his very presence.
Garfield saw right through Rachel, and decided to use her obvious vulnerability to his advantage.
"Rachel," he pulled up the knee high sock on her left leg gently.
"We're just gonna have to do this the hard way, aren't we?"
Rachel released whiffs of air through her nose, fighting to keep herself from biting her lip. He steadily traced his hand from the sock, to the apex of her thigh; all without making contact with her skin. He trailed his determined touch to her cheek, running his finger over the outline of Rachel's lips.
Rachel's gaze clasped with Garfield's. The emerald in his eyes were hard to find in the barely lit corner, let alone the rising intensity between them. His eyes were unwavering, keeping steady on hers. It was intimidating to Rachel how calm Garfield seemed, yet she was holding every piece of herself together to maintain her composure.
Garfield angled himself in the crook of Rachel's neck.
"Garfield, we're at a party— in a room full of people." Rachel rasped.
He chuckles against her pale flesh, "Nobody's payin' attention to us, Rae."
He pressed tender pecks into her neck, lining his mouth on the area under the slant of Rachel's jaw. His mouth curves into a grin as Rachel elicits a shaky sigh. Rachel's arms began to unfold, her muscles start to slacken... and she is completely unconscious of it. His tongue rolls over Rachel's delicate skin. He decorated her inner shoulder with a couple of affectionate kisses.
Garfield mentally stutters as Rachel's scent almost drugged him senseless, but he continued his pursuit. Rachel struggles to keep her eyes open, anxiously watching the world around her. Oddly enough, no one seemed to be looking for her or Garfield. Everyone was dancing under the lights or taking pictures with their phones.
However, Rachel's eyes have no choice but to shut against Garfield's influence. The strip of Rachel's crop top drops off her shoulder as Garfield goes on. His hand slithers back down, his hand finding itself under Rachel's dark skirt. Now, Garfield was buried in Rachel's neck, kissing and gently biting whenever he pleased.
Being a sensitive woman was one of Rachel's instant defeats, as foreplay automatically set her erogenous areas ablaze. Her armpits, lower abdomen, lower back, neck, the crevice between her breasts, and the gap between her thighs were budding with sweat.
Rachel's mind was too consumed in Garfield to decide whether she currently hated or loved what he was doing.
She was overthinking the matter all too much.
She despised the fact that she was submissive once again, and how hard it was to wake up out of Garfield's spell. She didn't like how easily his faint whispers made bumps lift on her skin, or the fact that it was natural to him to bring her out of character.
Nevertheless, she loved how all of his senses made her own thaw; like ice in the sun. Rachel loved dissolving into Garfield, but she was always worried she was falling too deep. Rachel, was split between letting herself partake in dark pleasure, or reigning herself in.
Rachel still keeps a cautious eye on the crowd, hoping to Azarath that no one would discover her and Garfield, and put them to shame.
Garfield didn't really care. After all, all he cared about right now was Rachel.
His thumb dragged over the fabric of Rachel's underwear, and a shudder rippled through her body. Rachel wants to get closer, so she lets her hands fondle in his hair (even while still trying to keep a low profile).
He lets his fingers play with the pre-wetness in between Rachel's thighs, and every fragile strip of skin in that area. He makes sure his fingers are all over her, almost as if he wanted his fingerprints to be part of the evidence that he was the only one that could ruin this girl.
His thumb locates her bud, presses down on it, and rubs it in the slowest circles he can manage.
She bends her back, allowing her warmth to lean towards his fingers.
While all of this is transpiring, the DJ still played through his list of songs, and the lights continued to pass over Rachel and Garfield's secret vicinity.
Rachel spreads open her legs, giving her roommate more accessibility. A pool of wetness gathers most positively in the fabric of Rachel's underwear. She clenches her teeth down tightly on her lip, to suppress any noises that threaten to escape.
Garfield swiftly shifts her panty to the side with his finger, and slowly enters her privacy. Her walls, without delay, close around his finger. He wet his finger with her liquids, then started to pump her. He pushes into her length, twisting his wrist to guide him in whichever direction Rachel derived the most pleasure.
"Gar, not now—"
He purrs in a dangerous tone of voice, "Oh, so now you wanna talk to me?"
Rachel's eyes darkened as she made eye contact with Garfield once more. Even though she knew doing so would destroy her even more, she felt the need to do it.
Garfield rolls his index finger around and inside of her wet flesh, then adds his middle one. He applies more pressure and speed than the first time prior. Watching Rachel wrestle to keep herself together for the public eye made Garfield satisfied.
"Oh! Oh, my fuck —" Rachel gasps, and covers her mouth with her hand.
Garfield commanded almost sternly, "Move your hand."
A strangled noise escaped from under Rachel's palm, as she hesitantly obeyed. She swallowed down a low, long sound; her back arching another degree.
"You want to moan, don't you," his warm whisper prickled on her neck, "Maybe someone will hear you, maybe they won't. But, I'm gonna make you do it."
Rachel's head fell back, his point proven as she moaned, then she muttered something about the music.
"Rachel, you're acting like I won't bend down under this table and eat you out whole." Garfield responded hungrily.
Her breathing faltered into another curse and beg. Rachel felt herself coming to the edge, and wanted to let go of everything she was storing.
Garfield's tone was a borderline growl, "Hold it. I don't want to feel a drop."
Rachel tightened her legs together, but he opened them back. Everything she was doing, he wanted the opposite, which added to both of their sexual torture.
"Gar, please —" a thin line of translucent liquid dampened his finger.
"Rachel, don't you dare. As a matter of fact," he withdrew his fingers at a languid pace, with a devilish grin.
"I just won't finish you."
Garfield got up from the dark corner, leaving Rachel the most teasing glance she'd ever imagined.
Rachel panted, fixing herself back together. She smoothed out her skirt, pulled up her socks, and leveled out her hair.
And that's exactly how Garfield left Rachel.
With deep scarlet cheeks, shaking thighs dripping with an unfinished job, an outfit doused in sweat, rampant hormones, and at a loss of words.
All of this, and Rachel still wanted more of Garfield.