Upon arriving we could hear the loud music pulsating through the air, mind we were still a good two blocks away from the house.  That night we decided to walk to the party instead of drive knowing that we’d probably be drinking, the saying “Be smart, don’t drink and drive!” flashed through my head which caused a small giggle to escape my lips.

 People were EVERYEHERE, just making it all the more clear that this was the place to be, a feeling of agreement washed over me.  We pushed our way through the mass of people, the only physical way to get into the house.  He went to go get us some drinks while you and I started making our way to the dance floor.

 After jumping around through half a song He handed us our drinks and proceeded to pull you into him and seal it with a kiss.  I just rolled my eyes, used to this kind of thing from him.  This turned into a full blown make out, and for some odd reason it felt like someone had been repeatedly punching me in the eyes, it hurt to look.  So after waiting about ten minutes, I got bored, and a little pissed heading back to the dance floor.  I got two feet away before feeling the grasp of your hand on mine pulling me back saying “Wait I’m coming with you.”.  You broke the obviously sloppy kiss wiping your lips with your hand while handing him your plastic cup of cheap keg beer and we took off.

 Five songs later we were among the many “moist” party goers, either of us too dry as well.  Which isn’t a surprise, since it was so packed it didn’t even look like people dancing; it looked like a major orgy.  That night we both looked good.  I wore my long white cargos with a fitted green polo; you wore a pair of blue jeans and a white baby tee that rose just above your belly button, leaving much to the imagination.  It was during the song “Tony the Beat” by The Sounds, that I really became aware of your choice in top.  We’d danced close at other parties, hell we’ve grinded many times, but this time it was different.  I was behind you, my stomach to your exposed lower back, my hands on your hips, this was our usual position, but this time it was just, more.  The grinding led to my shirt rising, us being skin on skin; I could feel the heat and sweat from your body, sending chills up my spine and pleasure somewhere south.  Lyrics swam through my mind, “Hot it’s sweaty, now I’m ready.  Just take it off cause, cause you tease me!…” unaware that my hand had traveled from your hip to your stomach, my fingers burning at the feeling of your skin, pulling you into my body.  Your head leaned back resting on my shoulder and while one of your hands held mine on your stomach, the other raised and went to the back of my neck, unintentionally(?),  pulling me into the nape of your neck.  More lyrics grabbed my attention, “Hey! Let’s kick it. Stop! Just lick it.  Let’s just start it cause, cause it’s so easy!”  even more unaware of my actions, being lost in the scent of you, the closeness, I blindly began to lick and bite at the soft flesh  of your neck.  You never stopped me and I could’ve devoured you, I felt your grip tighten in my hair, forcing me deeper when I bit, hearing you gasp, out of pain or pleasure (maybe both?) I don’t know, in my ear.  I could feel your hot breath and the light brush of your lips to my earlobe, and I swore you had to have felt it too; you were mine in that instant.  Then to my devastation, the song started to fade out and I glanced up, lips still to your neck, to see your boyfriend walking over.