A Girl and Two Boys
"I think this is the sluttiest I've ever dressed." I thought to myself as my body dances to the music. I took a pose on the dance floor and I felt a sense of beautiful intoxication. The liquor in my system was like a sweet warm cinnamon like feeling. It was all I putting out and all I was receiving back in. I could lick my lips for taste and it start all over again.
From the top of my head to my toes I was radiating. My top was just an ordinary white tank top that I cut raggedly with shears. I wanted to express some form of recklessness so I kissed with my red lipstick. It's almost too short...I love it. My shorts are baby blue lightwash denim and tonight I'm not shying away from letting my cheeks just dip out of the bottom. A grin springs across my face as I see my body in the mirror.
Ankle boot heels, because I wanted to really dance plus we walked all the way here. I do a sobering hair flip, to scan the room of party and glide off dance floor through a hole in the crowd. It's hot and brush sweat off my brow, I look down at my hand and smile. I almost forgot that I was wearing some glitter.
I was happy to be off the dance floor. I dip into the kitchen for a glass of water and head upstairs for the bathroom. I walk up the stairs thinking about how I lost track of where my boyfriend was but I had a feeling we'd run into each other.
The bathroom was very nice and quiet. I look at myself in the mirror gathering my energy. I still feel incredibly sexually empowered and now I got to enjoy that away from the party. It felt good, I took a satisfying exhale. In a moment of silence I thought I heard my boyfriends voice. I smiled to myself, I wonder what he'd been up to.
I went out into the hall and followed his voice to the back room. The door was open and the room was red lit. I could see about 6 people, standing, chilling on couches, smoking and drinking. I was happy to find a more relaxed scene, plus the red light was kind of sexy. My boyfriend was sitting on a couch with his friend on the far end of the room and they were smoking some weed in front of a bottle of Hennessey.
"Hey baby." John says as he sits up to greet me. His eyes look me up and down. And he carefully smiled and brushed skin off his nose. As if he quickly had become really hot and quickly cooled down. That was satisfying for me to see.
I smile as I reach for his hand and sit on the couch in between them. They ask me about the party. I ask them if they like my outfit. We all laugh and smile together. I pour us some shots and we partied amongst ourselves until the other people in the room had gone back downstairs.
We were all getting really comfortable with each other. The three of us were all in close and had hands on each other like we've done this before. I smile and look them both with a shot in my hand. They watch me drink it down catching the last drop on my tongue. When I brought my head down from taking that shot I felt sexier.
John smiled and put his arm around for a closed in kiss. Our lips touched and released. And for the first time, I felt sexy doing that in front intimate company. I pull back and touched my lips smiling. I look at John in the eyes and then into Dev's.
Dev was smiling as he blushed and gulped. He looked me right in my eyes he says " Do you mind if Iocked the door?"
For some reason I felt as if the three of us had reached a new plateau. We all nodded our heads in unison for privacy. I turned on the couch to watch him close the door.
"Enticing." I thought to myself, was just the beginning of what I was starting to feel. I sink my bottom weight into the couch and feel myself growing more excited.
John turns me around and begins kissing me tenderly once more. He feels up my body and places his hands on either side of my face. He pulls away slowly and said "Do you feel sexy right now?"
I close my eyes and reply "Mmmh, yes."
Dev is relaxed, sitting behind me with his arm comfortably resting on the brim on the couch above my head. As John leaned in closer to me I was backed up against him. He turns his torso to face my back and gently asks me "May I message your shoulders?"
I look at John in the eyes as if we were crossing a bridge together and I was afraid of heights. His eyes say to me, don't look down. I turn my head to Dev and I said "Yes you may."
John puts his hand on my leg and says "We were talking about you."