Let me know what you think! I have further chapters written and it gets steamy, don't worry
Just wanted to build out the relationships and make the characters realistic.
Chapter Four: The Party Pt: 1
At around 9:30 PM, Eric and I hopped out of his truck and walked up the path to Derek’s house. There were a few people chatting and drinking some beer outside on the porch and the familiar noise of a party coming from inside the house. I stole a glance at Eric before we walked in and a warm sensation spread throughout my body. “This is seriously fucking with my head,” I thought to myself.
“You ready?” he turned me to and asks.
“As I’ll ever be.”
Upon opening the door the smell of weed and alcohol drifted into my nose. It was mixed with the smell of hairspray and aftershave. The mixture of smells were comforting and I thought about how this is the last summer before we leave high school and move on to our real lives. Eric spots Amy, Jennifer, and Heather and walks over to them with me close behind.
“What’s up babe?” he says as he kisses her cheek.
“Hi babe you look so handsome tonight,” she replied loudly. And she wasn’t lying. Eric was wearing nice pants that hugged his ass so nicely, the ass I was fantasizing about a few hours ago. His button up shirt was open at the top and his chest hair was peeking out slightly.
“Woah and you’ve already had some drinks huh?” he asks her laughing.
“Me and the girls got started a little earlier,” she whispers and leans in for a kiss.
Watching them kiss made me angry. I’ve always been jealous of guys with hot girlfriends before, but this is the first time I’m actually jealous of the girl getting to be with the hot guy. The hot guy that’s also my best friend. The one who had his hand on my cock a few hours ago and mine on his.
He broke the kiss and looked at me. “Let’s go get something to drink.” He grabbed my shoulders and walked me towards the counter with the drinks.
“I was hoping she wouldn’t drink too much tonight, she really gets on my nerves when she’s too drunk.”
“Well only way to deal with someone drunk is to get drunk yourself,” I reply.
“Yeah you’re right, let’s get started.”
We both crack a beer and chug and then do the same thing with three more back to back.
“Whew that’s a good start right there,” he says laughing. We begin talking without having the slightest clue of the time that’s passed. We slowly but surely make our way to one of the couches throughout our time talking. I’m feeling the beer start to cloud my brain a little bit and I can tell Eric is feeling the same way watching his blinks slow.
“Hey man I was gonna tell you before we left my house, but you look really great tonight.” He reaches out and touches my hair. “I’ve always been jealous of your hair color, my black hair is so boring, the blond looks good on you.
“Nah man I dig your hair, makes your features stand out so well. And I mean look at you, you always look great,” I say earnestly.
“Aw man stop trying to butter me up to get in my pants,” he says winking.
“What’s going on over here?” Amy says as she sits on Eric’s lap.
“Nothing, just talking a little bit with Charlie.”
“Just a little bit? It’s been an hour and a half. You left me babe! I wanna spend time with my boyfriend and you’re just over here talking to Charlie, who you see all that time,” Amy points at me, slurring her words.
“Amy calm down, I see you a lot too, sometimes I just wanna talk about guy stuff and not listen to you complain about what other girls are doing or about how mad your mom makes you,” he replied back with anger.
Amy looks stunned and embarrassed and yells, “Fuck you Eric, I listen to you whine about how tough football is and how tough your dad is on you.” Tears well in her eyes and she runs up the stairs and I hear a door slam.
Eric gets up and run towards her. “Amy wait! I didn’t mean it, don’t cry.” His voice fades out as he continues up the stairs.
Jennifer looks at me and I look back at her. She sits on the couch next to me and exhales loudly. “Well, that was awkward,” she says.
“Yeah, alcohol and arguments are never ideal, but what’s a good party without a fight,” I laugh.
“That’s true. And with them you never know if you’re gonna get lovey dovey or a fight. Lately they’ve been bickering all the time. And when he’s not around it’s just Amy talking my ear off about little things he does to annoy her.”
“Yeah that’s the same thing that Eric does. But oh well what can ya do? It’s something they need to figure out on their own.”
“Maybe they should just break up,” she says.
I immediately feel slightly guilty for wanting them to break up so she won’t have him anymore. They’re happy enough together and I don’t wanna see either of them sad, but how am I gonna explore these feelings if I have guilt in my head about him cheating on Amy with me. “I’m getting ahead of myself”, I think, “that thing earlier was probably just a one time thing.”
“Yeah, I mean if they’d be happier off alone or with someone else,” I finally reply. “Anyways enough about those two, how have you been?”
“I’ve been great, having a lot of lake days with the girls and trying to enjoy my summer before we get trapped in school Hell again.” I laugh and then she laughs, her white teeth sparkling. “I wanted to tell you how good you looked when you guys walked in, but I didn’t seem to have any time, and I was a little nervous,” she says quietly.
“You’re always so sweet Jen,” I brush her hair behind her ear and lean in for a kiss. She kisses me back and it feels nice, at first. Then I start imagining I’m kissing Eric, imagining how his mustache would feel against my mouth. Imagining the smell of his aftershave by my face and grabbing his amazing ass. I feel myself start to get hard and Jen breaks the kiss.
“Should we go find a room?” she asks seductively.
“I think we should,” I smile back.
Suddenly, a door slams from upstairs and Amy runs downstairs, her eyes flowing like a river. She runs to the door and Jen jumps off the couch. “I should probably go with her,” she says apologetically.
“Yeah good idea, I should go check on Eric too, see you around,” I reply.
I slyly tuck my hard cock into my waistband and start to walk up the stairs, thinking a million thoughts a minute about what could’ve happened. I walk up to the only closed door on the second level and grab the knob.
“Here we go,” I say under my breath.
