“Right here.” I patted the pocket of my leather jacket.
I followed Brittany through the doors to the cafeteria and a strong guitar riff of “Animals” pumped through the speakers loud enough to make me think my heart was beating at the exact same pace.
That's better.
Nickelback was a huge improvement over Miriah Carey. In my opinion, anyway. Each step I took somehow matched the beat of the bass drum and my hips swayed just a little more than normal. In a couple beats, I was full-out dancing.
We made it halfway across the cafeteria before I reached for Brittany. She turned toward me and took Cody’s place. He released me and nudged us toward the dance floor before joining the rest of the boyfriends along the wall.
Annoyed at the short hem, Brittany tugged on her dress between the steps. As I reached into my inside pocket, her eyes widened like she had just seen a monster. She shook her head in a panic as I pulled outthe pint.
I lifted one eyebrow and took a quick shot. Brown curls flew from around Brittany’s face as she glanced over her shoulder to be sure none of the chaperons or teachers watched. She smiled as she reached for the bottle, excited by the danger.
The button of Oxy we primed ourselves with before being dropped off at the dance, mixed with the whiskey had worked its magic. Brittany and I danced like we had in her bedroom so many times. Honestly, we really didn't care if anyone paid attention to us. Except for boys. We always danced for them.
We were in our element. Wide smiles spread across our faces as our hips swayed and we moved closer to each other. Our eyes locked and something changed—sizzled.
I put my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her face close to mine. Never in my life would I have thought about kissing my best friend—until now. She didn’t stop me when I covered her mouth with mine.
Before I knew it, Cody slid behind me, covered my hips with his hands, and whispered in my ear. “Invite her to come over after the dance. I want to watch.”
THE NEXT MORNING, I wondered why my insides were sore, as if I had worked the night before. Too muchto drink contributed to my pounding headache and spinning sensation. I breathed steadily so I wouldn’t get sick. If I moved, Cody would wake.
I reminded myself how we had gone to the Halloween dance and Cody had unexpectedly showed up. His dad had been out of town, so I spent the night.But what happened in between?
The memory caused me to gasp. I instantly wished I would have kept quiet and held my breath as Cody turned over. Cody, Brittany, and I starred in a wild after party. After too much whiskey and another Oxy, we relaxed. Maybe a little too much. Cody led us up the stairs and into his bedroom. Closing my eyes to fully grasp the scene, I replayed the night in my mind.
Cody had picked up Brittany and threw her on the bed. As she laughed and wriggled to the center of the mattress, he threw a long plastic pink toy on the bed. He wrapped his arm around my waist and held me tight while he kissed me with a passion usually reserved for long nights. He pulled my tank top over my head, my braless breasts freed, then he kissed my neck. “You know what to do with that?”
I shook my head and smiled, groggy. “If you don’t wanna show me, I could probably figure it out.”
“I bet you could, you slut.” His hands roamed under my skirt to ensure I hadn’t worn any panties—just like he liked. “Good girl,” he reached between my legs,touched me, groaned, and bit my lip, then shoved me to the bed. “Leave the boots on.”
Brittany had already picked up the toy and licked her lips while she stared at it. I had only ever heard about using dildos from Hannah; I’d never actually seen one in the wild before.
Cody assured us that it would heighten our pleasure and explained how to play. “Lay back and relax, Brittany. Bend your knees and spread your legs. More. That’s right.”
The little black dress gathered above her hips; she closed her eyes and rubbed the dildo on herself. “It’s too big.”
“Take it a little bit at a time. Kennedy, you do it for her.” He backed away, moaned, and rubbed himself; his eyes turned dark with passion. “Mmm. Yeah, like that.”
We quickly learned how to maneuver the toy to make one another squirm and eagerly tried new positions at Cody’s urging. It was hot that he wanted to watch; the experience was made even better by his commentary, his demands. I thoroughly enjoyed my time with Brittany, especially when she kissed me. We had a connection that couldn’t be denied; when she touched me, I felt things no man had been able to ignite. Cody included.
He joined in at the end of the night. While Brittany pushed the toy inside me and begged for me to touch her in return, Cody stood behind her and dropped his pants. Ihad made her ready for him and she gladly took him, gasping as he slid inside. Her focus turned to my boyfriend, and she stopped playing with me while he fucked her.
To my surprise, he ordered me off the bed. At his command, she did things to him that I had only done at work. Overcome with jealousy, I couldn’t tell if it was because of Brittany doing things to Cody or vice versa.
I tried to turn away, but he forced me to watch as he took her in every orifice. The longer he played, the rougher he got; he made her cry when he finished, but she was so messed up she didn’t seem to care.
I remembered the end of the night in bits and pieces, like a bad eighties movie. After Brittany fell asleep, he fed me more liquor and took my hand.
“Follow me.”
I reached for my clothes, but he stopped me, wrapped one arm around my waist, and whispered in my ear. “Just the boots.”
Thrilled to have our own private time to enjoy each other, I bounced behind Cody uninhibited. Down the stairs, through the living room past the stuffed wolf Cody had killed on his first hunt, through the sliding doors to the back patio.
A hot tub’s jets rumbled, and I smiled. I’d never been in a hot tub before, but Hannah said they were amazing. Cold air took my breath away and made meshiver. Hot water called to me, and I trotted toward the giant tub.
