During the holidays, Reed, Ace, and I will often frequent each other's families for the bi-annual "eat everything not locked away" celebrations. This past year, Reed's sister Tina hosted and invited us to attend. Tina was about 10 years older than Reed, so she was well settled with kids and quite the sizable home.
When we arrived there was plenty to eat and even more to drink. Downstairs Tina had set up several activities in her basement. It was now decked out with a pool table, dance floor, and miniature arcade full of throwback classics like Pac-Man and Centipede. Needless to say, everyone quickly found something to occupy themselves, all the while keeping a cup in hand.
As one can imagine, Tina's guests were all of an older range, not leaving much for Reed, Ace, and I to flirt with. Nonetheless, we were having a good time shooting pool, drinking, and cracking jokes so this didn't matter too much. Being rather tall and built on an athletic frame, it takes me a little while to get a good buzz going. So around 10 o'clock I decide to speed up the process a bit. I had a jar of moonshine in my car that I had been dying to break out and now seemed like as good a time as any.
"Reed, these drinks are good and all but they are doing absolutely nothing for my state of mind right now. And per usual, I'm looking to make a bad decision or two."
Reed, ever enthusiastic and always on board reliably responds, "Man, who are you telling? What did you have in mind?"
"Well I have a jar of shine in my car if you all are trying to take that journey this evening."
Ace, a little more cautious than Reed finally speaks up, "Damn, moonshine? What are you trying to do? Rob a bank?!"
"Excuse me Ace, your pussy is showing. I'm going to need you to tuck that in and jump on board the party train because quite frankly, 'It's about to GO DOWN!'" I can't even contain my laughter as I give Ace and Reed my best Kevin Hart impersonation.
"You already know I'm game." Reed is still excited at the thought and trying his best to peer pressure Ace into joining the debauchery that is inbound. "Come on man, it's not like you have anything to do tomorrow. It's Friday, what's the worst that can happen? You don't wake up until 4 o'clock tomorrow, grab some Chipotle, then rinse and damn repeat!!"
We all laugh and Ace finally caves in and agrees to join us as we venture into drunkenness. I run out to my car, and yes, I'm actually running because it is freezing outside. I snag the bottle and hustle back to the kitchen where glasses have already been set up. Just as I'm about to begin pouring, in walks Sheila and three of her cousins. Things have quickly taken a turn for the better. If you have read any of my previous stories, you're already familiar with the dynamic between Sheila and I. Even when we both have significant others, there's an underlying sexual tension that always seems to resurface no matter the timing or setting.
Pleasantries and hugs are exchanged between the group already in the kitchen and the incoming party. "Well, you all are right on time. Do you want in on these shots?" I ask, seeing the potential for this evening.
"Oh em geeee. What is that?" Sheila asks with a puzzled look on her face. "Moonshine?! You all are crazy." she says, all the while reaching for the stack of cups.
When everyone is properly imbued with beverage we all raise our cups for a small toast, "To good friends, family, bad decisions, and fun memories." I make sure to give Sheila a slight smirk when I mention bad decisions and fun memories.
The younger crowd makes its way back downstairs as the night progresses. More drinks are shared and Sheila and I exchange the occasional flirtatious glance from time to time. By midnight I'm sufficiently emboldened with rum and too horny to control myself. I pull out my phone and send Sheila a text.
Travis: "Every time I look at you I'm thinking about how good your pussy tastes. Are you going to let me put my tongue in your pussy again tonight?"
I watch as Sheila's phone vibrates. She reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls it out. I see her eyes widen as she reads my abrupt text. But to my disappointment she simply shakes her head with a grin and puts her phone back into her pocket.
The rest of the night is pretty mellow after that and around three o'clock the guys are beginning to pack it in. I say my goodnights and goodbyes and head to my car still feeling a good buzz from drinking all night. I pull out my phone and decide to have another crack at Sheila.
Travis: "So... no answer??"
Sheila: "You know, that was a really tempting text but you know I'm with Chuck now. We can't keep messing around."
