"Whoops," Todd said before breaking into hysterical laughter as a misstep sent beer sloshing out of his red cup and distributed the mess surprisingly evenly between the hardwood floor and the sofa. "Aw shit, boys and girls, looks like I need more beer."
Trina stepped over it and surveyed the damage on her way to answer the knock on the door. "Jesus Christ,
Todd
," she accented his name often to tease him because she always thought it one of the more WASPy names to be had and it just sounded odd on her tongue, "you spill more beer than you drink."
He never seemed to mind that she slurred his name. "That's why you keep the beer coming, no?"
It didn't really matter to her because parties were messy. That's what stain-guarding and maid services were for. Her parents gave her a hefty allowance and didn't much care what she spent it on as long as she kept her grades up and they didn't have to send a lawyer to get her out of jail for anything. She weaved through the bodies with practiced ease and answered the door.
On the other side were two young women that certainly looked like they belonged at a college party. Both were tall, but the one with raven hair edged out the other. Her hair caught a sheen from the porch light that seemed to focus attention on her. Her eyes were pools of brown and her features fine. Her makeup reminded Trina of a goth look with smokey eyeliner and dark red lipstick. She wore a tube dress as black as her hair with a plunging neckline.
The other's red hair flowed past her shoulders in waves and emphasized her sparkling green eyes with gold flecks. With her full lips, creamy skin, and carefully applied makeup, she looked like a lingerie model out in the world. Helping give that impression were pale gray leggings with four pinstripes creating a diamond pattern from ankle to thigh that fit her like a second skin and a lacy crop top that matched the leggings and put her substantial assets front and center. Both were smiling warmly and looked like they were having a good time just being out and about together.
Her voice was raised to be heard over the music, "What's up?"
The raven-haired woman spoke up in kind. "Constance invited us, but she didn't give a house number. Is this where the party is?"
Trina laughed. "Good guess. C'mon in."
She stepped back to allow them to pass and spoke from behind them as they glanced about, watching the dancing bodies and listening to the raucous reactions to the party games. "Welcome to the party, I'm Trina."
Kayley looked her over, quite attractive in her own way with her freckled face and eyes so blue they flirted with violet in the right light. "Hi, Trina, I'm Kayley and this is my girlfriend Lyssa."
"Cool name."
Lyssa nodded. "My mom was heavy into Greek studies, but I don't have rabies so you don't have to worry."
"Hah. Good to know. Anyway, I'm a pretty hands-off hostess. She pointed to the other end of the room. "We actually have straight punch over there if you're driving and give a shit about getting busted and beer's at that end," her arm stretching towards the back wall. Harder stuff is in the back. If you brought or want harder than that I don't wanna know about it and don't do that shit here because as long as the party isn't too loud, doesn't spill into the yard, and doesn't bring the cops, my neighbors are cool with the occasional get together. And I want my neighbors to stay cool. Got it?"
Kayley liked the firm approach to things, as it was one she favored most days. "Got it."
"With all that out of the way. If you need anything I'm usually not that hard to find. Otherwise, have a good time."
"See her around?"
Kayley scanned the room and craned to the left then the right. "No, but I'm sure she'll turn up."
"No reason to stand around in the corner waiting for her." Lyssa took her other's hand firmly and led her into the crowd. "You'll see her when you see her or she won't show. In the meantime, we should dance."
"And just what makes you think I'm interested in dancing?"
One eyebrow went up and she sounded a little pouty. "Fine then, I'll dance." Lyssa swayed easily to the music, those leggings leaving nothing to the imagination when it came to the shape of her body. Her legs were powerful in their own right and that ass was so plump, yet firm, quarters would almost bounce off of it. She was every bit as fit and firm as Kayley, but where Kayley wore it more like an athlete, her other wore it like a burlesque dancer. Her arms reached up to the ceiling, her eyes closed, and her head tilted towards a whisper it seemed only she could hear, her hips swayed with fluidity, reminding Kayley of a charmed snake.
When the redhead's eyes opened there was a knowing look in her eyes, for she knew Kayley would be drawing closer, her shoulders moving to the beat and she knew that look. Her love had decided to let go and enjoy the moment. She was so serious and so driven that once in a while she had to be pulled out into the rest of the world, though Lyssa didn't usually have to pull very hard. She just seemed to know when Kayley had to be herself and when she could be tempted away.
As the minutes passed and the songs changed, they swayed together, drawing ever closer until their dancing was little more than moving in a circle as they slithered all over one another. A few eyes on the fringes of the crowd were watching the display, but neither really noticed and they certainly didn't care. She felt Kayley's hand on her hip and felt it move to take firm hold of her backside as their lips were so close they could feel the other's breath. Kayley squeezed. "I love you."
They were so close now that they could speak in a normal tone, though it still seemed like a whisper. "Feels like you love my ass."
"That, too."
Lyssa's hand went up Kayley's breast, squeezing for an instant before her long fingers traveled to the back of her neck so her nails could caress her hairline, happy when Kayley's eyes closed to enjoy the feeling. "I love you, too." It was a phase that encompassed so much, but it was nothing compared to the depth of her feelings. She lived and breathed for Kayley and simply didn't bother imagining her life without her because it was inconceivable on its face. "It's okay to love my ass though. It's a stellar example of a posterior."
"Mmm-hmm. There's so much I love about you, namely that I could get you to suck my cunt right here in front of everybody.
Her skin tingled at the thought. "No, you couldn't." The statement was resolute, but they both knew how hollow it was in reality.
"Yeah? You'd resist me for as long as you could resist me because it makes your little ginger fuckhole wet to resist me, and wetter when you break."
She touched that hairline just a bit more. "Like it doesn't make you hornier than that to break me and see me break."
There was no point in denying it. "One of the many ways we fit together, sweetheart." And they did. From the day they met, they had both known they were meant to be.
Lyssa didn't need to ask what was going on as she registered the other's dark eyes lock onto something behind her and track as a lioness would a particularly slow and meaty Gazelle. "That her?"
"Yeah."
"You know, this is a lot of effort for someone you barely know."
Her tone conceded the point. "Yeah, but it's worth it. College parties are perfect for pickups, so it's not like this is a losing exercise." She gave Constance a sour look. "Besides, she annoys me."
She frowned playfully and her voice carried just the right amount of pout. "You are such a meanie sometimes."
Kayley let herself be distracted once more. "Yet you love me anyway. That makes you pretty messed up."
She shrugged."Everybody's messed up, baby, it's only a matter of degrees. If loving you is messed up, I'm good."
Kayley grabbed that ass once more with feeling. "That's my girl. Everything should be in place soon, so let's go to work."
"Nine minutes, forty-two seconds," Lyssa clarified only for herself. Their line of work lived and died on precision, so, at the end of that time, sure as the sun would rise tomorrow, everything would be in place. Anything less and there would be hell to pay. "Promise to pick up where you left off later?"
Kayley kissed Lyssa hard and fast, "I'll be grabbing more than that ass. Go be where you need to be, honey."
The redhead scurried away, slapping Kayley's ass with enough force that even she jerked in surprise and a smirk followed.
That's my girl
. She made her way to the kitchen where the harder liqueur was, as she was of the firm belief that all beer tasted like shit. Finding the various bottles taking up every bit of counter space in the kitchen that wasn't taken up by stacked cups and associated trash she went to a nearly full bottle of Grand Marnier and poured a generous amount into one of those many red cups, noting the smaller speakers in the ceiling. The whole house was probably wired for sound that way, not that it would have mattered. Things would work out fine either way, but it'd still be helpful when the time came.
She watched the people mill about as they got away from the din. They talked, played drinking games and she amused herself watching a young couple making out furiously in the corner. It gave her thoughts of Lyssa, and, to be honest, she had respect for passion so strong that they really didn't give a damn who might see.
They're probably drunk as hell, but still...
"Hot, huh?"
Kayley glanced at the young man who had sidled up to her with his sandy blond hair and a bit of a belly, but very strong arms. She guessed he played football or something. "A little bit."
"Want that girl to be you?"
She laughed heartily, grateful for not having coughed up her drink, as she turned and sized him up a bit more. "You're not a bad looking boy, and while I like a boy now and then, I already have a girl to make out with. Thank you though. As far as lines go, at least it's honest and not the worst I've ever heard."
The night was young and he sensed room for negotiation. "I'm okay with just watching though if your girlfriend is as hot as you."
"And if she's not?"
He shrugged, "Fuck it, I don't care. Everybody needs love."
She toasted his chest with her cup. "You know what? That's a very enlightened attitude. Hang around and if the night goes well you might find some love."
He liked the sound of that. "Works for me. How will I find you again? And you haven't even told me your name."
She headed back out to the living room, sipping as she went. Kayley. And I'll find you."
"Clint.," he called out just before she disappeared. He went back to eyeballing the public foreplay, seeing him and Kayley in his mind and happy at the prospect that he'd find some action tonight after all.
Fortunately, Kayley had no problem finding Constance again, as she was sitting on the sofa with Ginnifer and Brandi, all with cups in hand, giggling like crazy, the sense they owned the place and nothing mattered but them wrapped around them like cloaks. Not to be outdone, Kayley put on her own mask, "Hi, guys."
