Playing With Fire

I studied my mirror one last time, lightly tousling my curled hair with my fingers. I looked at my heavily lined eyes and smiled slyly. I continued scanning down to my short, fitted dress that featured a large Superman logo. I gave myself one last approving nod before rummaging through my closet to find my red heels. I slipped them on and twirled in the mirror, while taking a long sip of my Jack and Coke. If I didn’t get some dick tonight, I would be so disappointed.

I walked down the steps to hear Dig Up Her Bones by the Misfits already running up the steps from the basement. I down my current glass of Jack and Coke and prepared another before walking down the steps. It really hit me how tipsy I already was as I was struggling to keep my balance walking down the steps. I emerged to see my brother, a couple of his football buddies, and their girlfriends gathered around the beer pong table taking shots. All eyes were on me as my heel clicked on the cold, basement floor.

“Cailey Jo!” A female voice screeched and I was quickly embraced I recognized her as a girl from my gym class. Alexis, maybe? Whatever, I didn’t care. She had on a dress similar to mine on, tight and short. It was vertically striped black and white and she had a whistle around her neck. I assumed she was supposed to be a referee of some sport.

I hugged her back and said hey. “You look stunning! Who knew you could walk in heels like that! Teach me a thing or two, girl!” she elbowed me playfully before pulling me over to the table to take shots. One shot, two shots, three shots. All down in a matter of minutes, and I continued to sip my drink.

Time began to pass quicker the more intoxicated I got. Alexis, her friends and I all become the best of friends within minutes. We danced with our drinks up in the air, our heels loudly clattering on the basement floor. All of the sudden, I looked around and my entire basement was filled with bodies. People I’d never even seen before were playing beer pong at the table and doing beer bongs in the corner. Most of the girls stood next to the guy they coordinated their Halloween costumes with, but some of them mingled with the rest of us. I could feel the bass from the music in my chest and decided to go outside to take a breather.

I clumsily walked up my steps and out onto my front porch. I sat down for a few minutes, my chin resting in my palms. I leaned back and took a deep breath, attempting to slow the effects of the alcohol. I stared blankly forward until four figures were standing mere feet away from me. I shook myself awake, and stood quickly. I smiled as the figures approached. Oh shit, of course. It was just who I expected.

“Hey Cailey, I like your costume,” Matt winked. “Where’s Clayton?” My smile slowly faded as I recognized the voice. I stood there for a moment, trying to think of a reply before I realized: this is my chance. If I wanted to get laid, all I had to do was look at Matt the right way and I could have him in my bed within an hour. Hey, an easy lay was an easy lay. I didn’t really care who it was at this point. Then I remembered I had three other options standing directly behind Matt.

“He’s in the basement. C’mon in boys,” I opened the door, allowing myself in first so they would all have no choice but to look at my ass in my tight dress. I began walking towards the basement door, realizing I probably felt a lot more graceful than I looked. I most likely looked like a newborn baby deer. “Can I get us something to drink?” I offered sweetly, gesturing towards the kitchen.

Matt chuckled, “It looks like you’ve had enough for the both of us already. I’ll just get a beer for myself, thanks.” I rolled my eyes back in my head, knowing he most likely wasn’t my best option for tonight. “Oh, CJ, these are my buddies Johnny, Jimmy and Brian,” he pointed to the coordinating boy as he named them off. I nodded, giving my most flirty smile to them as they waved.

“Awesome, nice to meet you guys. I’ll be in the basement if y’all need me,” I replied as I began walking down the steps. Y’all? Wow, it’s been awhile since I’ve said that. California was rubbing off on me, for sure. I made my way through the crowd back to my newly made friends, careful to not spill my drink. We resumed dancing and laughing the night away.

I held my Red Solo Cup high above my head, swinging my hips to the bass of the song. I wasn’t even sure if I was moving to the beat, all I knew was that I felt free; on top of the world. I didn’t notice anyone around me besides the few girls who were just as intoxicated as myself. We laughed to ourselves and traveled in a pack for the majority of the night. I missed feeling this carefree, like nothing in the world could bother me. All I needed now was a good piece of eye candy next to me.

An hour or so later, maybe two or three, I began to feel sloppy drunk and knew I had to take a break. I started to walk up the stairs, taking my time. I considered crawling, but I wasn’t about to be that girl. I made my way up the endless staircase and out onto my back porch without anyone asking if I was okay or trying to steady me. Mission accomplished.

I plopped down on the wooden step of my back deck and looked around, noticing a figure leaning against the side of the house smoking a cigarette. I squinted my eyes, trying to figure out if I knew them or not. Their silhouette was obviously male by the broad shoulders and curveless torso. They were average height, and wore a black skeleton t-shirt with black jeans. They turned to look at me and their face was covered in white and black facepaint, obviously going for a skull look. Their lips slowly curled into a smile as they deeply inhaled their cigarette when it dawned on me.

“Zachary fucking Baker! What are you doing at my party?” I asked as I drunkenly attempted to trot over to him. My high heel sunk into the wet ground and I felt myself falling into him before two arms caught me. I giggled and pulled my heel off, standing flat footed in front of him. Our faces were less than a foot apart and I smelled whiskey on his breath. He smiled, letting the cigarette hang freely between his lips.

“Looks like you’re having fun down there,” he laughed, taking a long drag before pulling the tobacco from his mouth and letting it dangle between his fingers at his side. I nodded and shrugged my shoulders. I looked down at his hands, noticing a shiny, half empty bottle in his left hand. I quickly snatched it and put it to my lips before he realized what was happening. He screamed my name, and I felt my lips absentmindedly curl into a smirk. I loved the way he screamed my name. I wanted him - no, needed him to be the one I fuck tonight. He was always so unintentionally sexy, I couldn't take it anymore.

I released my lips from the bottle and he grabbed it. Before he could say anything, I pressed my body lightly against his. “Come dance with me,” I whispered in his ear, making sure he felt my breath on his neck. I grabbed his hand before turning and pulling him along. We walked down the steps, making sure I swayed my hips more than usual. We found a spot in the crowded basement with just enough room for two bodies and I turned, pushing my ass against him. He lightly grabbed my hips, but gripped harder as I swayed deeper into him.

We grinded like that for a while, occasionally moving my hands up to his neck, making him rest his chin on my shoulder. I looked back at him out of the corner of my eye and saw him smirking against my neck. Fifteen more minutes went by before I turned to face him and grabbed his neck, pulling his face towards mine.

“I’m really drunk, let’s get some some fresh air,” I said into his ear. I looked back at his face just before he nodded, leading me up the steps. He continued towards the backdoor but I stopped the bottom of the stairs leading up to my bedroom. He turned and looked at me curiously.
“On second thought, maybe I should just go to bed.” I turned and began walking up the stairs, purposely looking more drunk than I really was. I tripped over the first stair, landing hard on my hands and knees. I giggled, looking over at Zack with bloodshot eyes.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Cailey Jo,” Zack muttered as he grabbed my arm, helping me up. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed. You’ve had enough for the night.” He steadied me as I walked into my bedroom and crashed down on my bed. I began to sloppily crawl under the covers. “You need to get changed, you can’t sleep in that dress.”

“Help me,” I smirked. He laughed, shaking his head. He looked at my floorboards before looking back up at me, his cheeks noticeably a brighter shade of red. He walked over to my dresser and tore through my clothes before pulling out a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt.
“There, I helped you. The rest is all up to you,” he threw the clothes at me, walking towards the door.

“No, come here. Come sit,” I patted the bed. “I don’t want to go to sleep yet.” I tried to give him my best innocent smile, knowing my intentions were completely impure. He hesitantly sat down on the edge of the bed, refusing to come any closer to me than he had to. I sat up and rested my head on his shoulder. I felt his body stiffen, so I broke the silence.

“I had fun dancing with you tonight. We should hang out more outside of school.”

“Yeah, maybe. I haven’t decided if you’re cool enough yet,” he smirked.

“Is that why you’re sitting on my bed right now?” I studied the side of his face. He chuckled.

“Okay okay, I guess you’re alright,” he winked. He paused a moment, our eyes practically locked. His goofy grin slowly faded and he quickly broke eye contact. We sat in awkward silence for a few minutes, the first awkward silence Zack and I had had in quite a while.

Zack finally peaked at me out of the corner of his eye, catching my stare. He slightly turned his body so he was facing me. I lifted my head off his shoulder and lightly brushed the back of my hand against his cheek. In one swift motion, he grabbed my face and I felt our lips collided.

Even being drunk, I felt a wave of emotions. Mostly that I wanted to get his jeans off immediately. But I also felt what could only be describe as a lightning bolt straight to my heart, something I hadn’t felt since Ryan. I put my hands on his face, deepening our kiss. His tongue tickled my lip and I gladly returned the favor. I slowly lifted my hands off his face and traced his chest all the way down to the hem of his shirt, lightly tugging it upward. Just as quickly as our lips met, they departed.

“I’m sorry…” he said as he stood up, and walked quickly towards my door, adjusting his t-shirt.

“Zack, wait - ” my pleas were cut short by the slamming of my bedroom door and heavy footsteps down the stairs, leading straight out the front door.

I leaned against the wall, pulling my knees to chest and sighing deeply. I sat there, replaying the moment in my head. I knew the alcohol in my blood were preventing my thoughts from being clear, so I traded my dress for the shorts and t-shirt that Zack threw on my bed. I laid back and drifted to sleep, not trying to think about what just happened.

Notes

The party everyone's been excited forrrrr! Sorry it's taken forever to post, been working sixty hours a week so fuck me right :-) Anywhooo, enjoy!! Comment, message, sub, everything is appreciated!

Title Credit: Misfits "Halloween"