Hearing the bell ring, Adele teetered precariously on her heels to the front door. She had barely touched the handle when the door swung open, expelling an exuberant Laura. Laura and Adele had been friends since the second grade, when they shared a locker in Mrs. Kern's class. They were closer than most sisters, though they looked nothing alike. While Adele was tallish with long, brown hair, Laura was petite with short, wild blonde hair and the personality to match.
"So, do you like?" asked Laura, twirling in place to show off the coconut bra and matching grass skirt. "These things make my boobs look huge! Good for me, huh?"
Adele silently laughed at the picture her friend made. Clearly not Hawaiian, Laura looked like a lost troll doll. Though the outfit was certainly attractive and flattering, it looked incongruous on Laura's pale, freckled skin. "Sure. It looks great. What do you think about mine?" Adele spun just as Laura had, but with more grace. Ten years of ballet had trained her perfectly.
"You look nice. Not spicy sexy like me, of course. But you look great. Really great," said Laura. "Where did you find all those clothes? When I was here all you had was the skirt."
Adele looked down at her ensemble. She had added a tight, black tank top, wide-brimmed hat, huge sunglasses, and to top it off, a giant fake pearl and diamond necklace. "I raided my mom's closet. She's not here so I don't think she'll care. The sunglasses are my favorite part. I'm not taking them off all evening. Besides, I'm not Holly Golightly without them."
"Sure, whatever, but I still don't know why you chose "Breakfast at Tiffany's" for your costume. But let's get rolling. It's a bit of a drive up to Kara's cabin. I can't believe that her parents are letting us use it tonight. It's huge—like 10 bedrooms—and totally furnished."
"I don't think that counts as a cabin," giggled Adele. "And besides, I doubt that Kara told her parents. They think she's never had a boyfriend and she's been with Kyle for, gosh, three years."
"Really? I had no idea. Sounds like you, though. You never told anyone about Travis. But everyone knows now, of course."
"Laura! You promised you wouldn't tell!" Adele swatted Laura with her purse and sunk into her seat, pretending to sulk, before breaking into uncontrollable laughter. "My life is like a bad reality TV show."
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The cabin was absolutely full. Luckily there were no neighbors around because cars were piled in the driveway and down the road, not to mention the loud music booming from within. "Here's proof that you have friends," said Laura. "I'll bet you three shots of Skye that you know ninety percent of the people inside."
"Sure, you're on. But the booze is free, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I just want to see you get smashed. You're so much fun when drunk. Remember that time you started dancing on the tables at prom? That was awesome."
"No it wasn't. I got thrown out before the last slow dance. And besides, that was my first time to drink. I didn't know how much gin would affect me."
"Gin? Eww, that stuff is so gross. We'll find something much better for you here. Let's hit the bar first."
The two girls entered the house and were immediately greeted by their closest friends. Adele saw Travis on the other side of the living room dressed as The Joker, but avoided him by going over to talk with Kara and Kyle. She didn't need to deal with Travis right now. Maybe later, after she had some liquid confidence in her. Making her way over to the bar, she made herself a cocktail out of the assorted bottles sitting on the counter. It's funny to party at home, she thought to herself. Really, Adele had stayed home more often than not while in high school. Occasionally Laura or Travis would convince her to do something, but Adele was always too shy. What if something happened and she embarrassed herself while drunk? But after the debacle at prom, she had decided to let herself loose, and her last semester at college had been a blast.
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Her mind wandered back to the fun she'd had at the "camp counselor" themed party she had come across one evening. She had found a guy there. He said his name was Jake, but she had called him Travis all night long—they looked too similar! And he hadn't cared. They had started on the dance floor, grinding to the sounds of hip hop and techno beating through nearby speakers. With a slurred, "wanna come up to my room?" Adele had found herself guided up the stairs to Jake's bedroom. There was no foreplay. They both quickly and clumsily removed all of their clothes, collapsing on Jake's bed and touching each other all over. Travis had his knee between Adele's legs and she was humping against him in anticipation as he sucked and massaged her breasts.
She pulled his head up to hers and looked him in the eye, conveying all of her desire with an intense, lustful stare. Jake re-aligned his body and positioned himself to enter. Adele put her hands on his hips and pulled. He got the message. His cock entered her slowly and her mouth opened in amazement at the sensation. This was only her second session of sex and Jake felt even bigger than Travis had. She moaned and moved against Jake, attempting to increase the sensation. He responded, gradually speeding his thrusting until they were shaking the bed, knocking against the wall. Adele knew they were making too much noise, but she didn't care. She wished everyone could feel the way she did right in that moment.
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Snapping back into the present, Adele realized that she had been standing at the bar for far too long, and it was obvious what she had been thinking. She could feel the flush in her face; her hand was pressed deeply into her chest, as if willing her heart to slow. And Travis was approaching her. A wave of guilt flashed through her and she attempted to compose herself.
"Hey, are you okay? You look really flushed. How much have you had to drink? Do you want to go outside and get some fresh air?" Travis looked down at Adele with concern in his eyes.
I hate the way he does that, she thought. Even when I'm mad at him or thinking about someone else, he pulls at my heartstrings. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and focus on the present and then looked up at Travis. "Actually, I think I will go outside. It's getting a bit warm in here." And I think this drink is making me think strange things, she added privately. Besides, what a strange time to remember Jake. It's not like I've seen him since. It was just one, strange night. And we were both too drunk to be accountable. Justifying her actions to herself, Adele allowed Travis to lead her out onto the porch.
"I'm glad you came. I thought you would want to stay inside and mingle," started Travis. "But there's something I want to talk about with you." He looked around, trying to see if anyone else was in hearing distance. "But I don't think that here is a good place."
"I think it's as good as any, but whatever you say."
