Sid squinted through the windshield at what could generously be called a road. Damn thing was more rut than gravel, and the trees were so overgrown he could hear them scraping at the roof and sides of his old Chevy like groping hands. All of which made the midnight drive a risky thing
"Chris, are you sure there's a house out here?" he asked as he tried to peer through the blackness. "We're well outside town."
"Sure, man," Chris said affably from the passenger seat. "Just keep on a little further."
Sid glanced over at his friend. He did like Chris, no question of that. They'd met in Folklore 102, and surprisingly hit it off. Where Sid was more withdrawn, Chris had been a party animal, embracing college life like a typical frat boy. Recently, he'd been going to some special parties. He'd been a bit vague on details, but had been badgering Sid to come with him for over a week. Sid had finally agreed just to shut him up.
That said, Sid was curious about those late-night parties. Because Chris had changed since he'd started going to them. For one, he started wearing those stupid sunglasses all the time like he was perpetually hung over. And he'd also become...
Well, stupider, to be honest.
Not that Chris had been terribly brilliant before. There was a reason he was taking folklore 102, which was notoriously easy. Well, one of two reasons. The other was that the female to male ratio was three to one. Sid stole a glance at Chris again, who was grinning, leaning back in the seat, those strange tinted glasses masking his eyes, lumberjack-style plaid jacked undone.
Chris suddenly jerked forward, grabbing the dash and pointing. "There! There it is!"
Sid jumped and swung his attention back to the road, peering ahead.
It took him a moment, but then he saw it. Jutting out of the tangled forest was a large house. Classically Victorian, it crouched among trees stripped to skeletal limbs by autumn's chill. Tiled roofs rose in minarets and bay windows pushed forward, spilling out a brilliant yellow glow. Shadows flickered against the panes, and he could faintly hear the thud of music beating through the night.
Yet something felt... off about the house. Out of place. Sid had a hard time believing a building like that would be out in the middle of the boonies. Especially with the road in this condition. Yet, the evidence was before his eyes.
"How did you even find this place?" he asked.
"Got invited," Chris said, practically bouncing in his seat, grinning like an idiot. His hands slapped the dash in eager drumming. "Come on, man. Bring us in! They got started without us, and you don't wanna miss the fun!"
Still puzzled, Sid cruised closer, gravel crunching under the wheels as he brought them up. He parked among several other cars and got out, scanning the building. Again, he found the place odd. If felt like it should be more overgrown with the treeline so close. Instead, it looked like someone had just... plopped the house down in the middle of the woods.
"Let's go! Let's go!" Chris said, bounding out of the car and towards the porch. Sid followed more slowly, walking up the creaking steps and to the door, the sound of music growing. Weird stuff. Felt very instrumental and vibey. Flutes and horns with a pulsing beat that seemed to vibrate in his gut and throb in his groin.
Chris rang the bell, the chime nearly lost in the music. A moment later the door flew open, yellow light spilling out and illuminating a woman that made Sid stare.
She was simply gorgeous. Full figured and wearing a tight red dress that hugged every aching curve, her hair was a frizz of red whose style probably went out of date in the 70's. Those hoop earrings surely had, but her face and body made you forget about anything else. She radiated gleeful fun, and the way her breasts strained the red fabric with her every breath riveted Sid's attention.
"Beezie!" Chris cried, throwing his arms open.
"Baby!" Beezie replied in a sonorous, throaty voice that made Sid shiver and flush. Her arms enfolded Chris, pulling him in against her expansive chest, her lush red lips planting a kiss on his cheek. "Look at you. It's so late! And this must be your friend!"
"Uh, hi," Sid said, feeling hot just from her look. "Sid. Nice to-"
"How silly! We greet like this," she said, and before Sid could respond her arms had enveloped him, tugged him in, and mashed him against her chest. The feel of her breasts made him flash hot, and that's when her lips met his.
Sid jolted, sucking in a breath ladened with her flowery perfume. He couldn't quite suppress a soft moan as her tongue slid against his lips, barely asking permission before pushing into his mouth. He'd never had a kiss like that, which seemed to last forever yet end far too soon when she broke apart with an audible pop, leaning back and admiring him as he blinked, dazed.
"Mmm, lovely to meet you!" Beezie said merrily. "I just know you're going to be a big hit. And thank you, Chris. We always need more boys at these things. Just can't get enough!"
Chris grinned stupidly, nodding eagerly. "Yes, Beezie. I was a good boy."
"You certainly are. Such a good boy," Beezie cooed, patting his cheek fondly.
Chris bit his lip, practically quivering with delight, much to Sid's amazement.
"But come in! Come in out of the cold," Beezie exclaimed as she stepped aside, ushering the both of them into the foyer, giving Sid a slight pat on his ass that made him start. "It's nice and warm in here."
Warm was right. No sooner had Sid stepped over the threshold it felt like the temperature went up twenty degrees.
"Put your coat anywhere, sweetie. And go check out the party! Chris? I think I should give you your reward, shouldn't I?"
"Yes Beezie," Chris panted. "Good boy!"
"A very good boy," Beezie cooed before giving Sid another pat to urge him into the house.
He found himself being shooed into the living room, where the party was certainly in full swing, and it quickly became apparent that they really did need more men around. The place was absolutely filled with women. Practically three to every man. He could tell because every guy in there had at least two beautiful, flirty girls hanging off him.
Sid hesitated, then sidled into the room, trying to avoid attention. He was surprised to see pretty much every guy from his folklore class, and definitely every girl too. But there were others he didn't recognize, and no one he was friends with.
In search of something to do, he hit up a large table at the back of the room filled with beer kegs and solo cups. He filled one, then drifted through the room uncertainly, eventually making his way to an empty spot against the lacquered wood wall.
He sighed, leaning there, watching the party from a distance. He swirled the beer he'd nabbed and glanced at the suds. He was never good at socializing at these things. Too bland. Too boring. He'd hoped that Chris would at least have introduced him a bit, but clearly that wasn't happening. He grimaced. He shouldn't of come. Was it too early to just... go home?
"Mind if I join you?"
He looked up in surprise. A woman stood before him. Beautiful, in a tight white top and a pair of cut off jeans that showed off her thighs. Her hair was a rich, thick mane of black and her eyes sparkled green. A pair of large glasses sat on her lovely face. Glasses that stirred some memory he couldn't quite place.
"Uh, yeah. Sure."
She giggled. "You don't recognize me, do you?" she asked teasingly.
Sid flushed. "I uh..."
"It's Millie."
"Millie!"
She laughed, cocking a hip and resting her hand on it. "Surprised?" she asked.
