This has gone exactly the opposite of that and now I'm the one who's been left feeling tongue tied and unsure.
My eyes roam over her face while I wait for my brain to finally click back into gear. But I can't just stand here like a dumbass, I have to say something. Maybe if I can figure out who she is, I can get this capsized conversation back on track.
"Let me save you the trouble, Parker Montgomery, because I can see the little hamster wheel spinning in your head. You don't know me. And frankly, because of your rather man whore-ish reputation, I'm okay with that. You're like a walking advertisement for STD's. One I’ll be passing on."
I think my chin just hit the cement.
Holy crap.
Did this girl seriously just say that to me?
I have to admit that I'm sort of blown away. Man whore? I'm not a man whore. I mean, sure I've been with a number of girls, but does that necessarily make me a man whore?
Still gaping at her like a fish out of water (because yeah, I can actually feel it), all I seem capable of doing is staring at her feeling totally... damn it!
I can't even adequately explain how I'm feeling right now. The only thing I seem capable of doing is hoisting my cup to my lips and taking a great big gulp of beer. I have to admit that this has not exactly been one of my finest Parker moments. Not by a long shot.
But like I said, this girl has somehow thrown me completely off my game. And that usually doesn’t happen to me. Like ever. I'm hoping the beer will help me get my mojo back. Liquid courage or something like that. I don't even know anymore. Just as I open my mouth to fire back some cutting retort, she beats me to the punch.
"Listen, this little meet and greet has been really fun, but I've got to take off."
What?
Does she really think that I'm just going to let her walk away from me?
Oh. Hell. No.
No one calls me a man whore, to my face no less, and then just ends the conversation.
Wait a minute... she's already gone.
I blink, again feeling confused by how this whole situation just played out. What the hell just happened here? How did she manage to turn the tables so completely on me? She's at least a good five steps away and is getting further by the second. For just a moment I find myself distracted by the swing of her slim hips as she strides towards the house before I have the good sense to take off after her.
Who the hell is this girl?
I don't even know her name. It never occurred to me to ask. I'm also fairly sure that I've never seen her around before. Wouldn't I remember a face like that? And she was so tiny… like a... a... a pixie or something small and cute like that. All that blonde hair and cool green eyes. I would have definitely remembered seeing someone like her around.
Wouldn't I?
Just as I hit the sliding glass doors, Marissa Sandberg bounces her way directly into my path. Her long auburn curls tumble around her shoulders as she hurtles herself into my arms. She's damn lucky I have quick reflexes or that little gymnastics stunt would have left an ugly mark.
"Parker, I was just coming to find you! And look, here you are!"
She squeals this information as if fate has somehow propelled her straight into my waiting arms when really this is a smallish type house party with about fifty or so people, where the odds of her eventually finding me are in her favor. My eyes dart around the dimly lit kitchen and family room searching for the blonde girl I spilled beer on.
No- wait...
The blonde girl who slammed into me, making me spill my beer on her. Yes, the fault totally lies with her, not me. In all actuality, I was an innocent bystander in all this.
Now, I just need to find her so I tell her that.
Marissa clings to me like a baby recess monkey. Luckily she doesn't weigh much so I'm still able to keep pushing forward.
"Parker, I am like, so totally wasted!"
Just as she dissolves into a fit of giggles, her nimble fingers start roaming over my body. They're combing through my hair. Stroking over my face. Sliding under my shirt.
Jeez. This chick needs to seriously calm herself down.
But her words leave me feeling fairly concerned because the last thing I need is for Marissa to puke all over me. Doing a quick assessment, I search her eyes. Hmmm. She doesn't really look all that drunk. But then again, she is acting fairly loud and obnoxious so maybe she's tanked after all. Who can tell? I'll just have to throw her off me if it looks like all that beer is going to make an unexpected encore appearance.
"I'm so tired of this party. Let's go somewhere else- just you and me." She smiles up at me. I'm sure the slow curving of her lips is supposed to come off as seductive and sexy but right now it just looks practiced. And, strangely enough, it's doing absolutely nothing for me.
Honestly, I just want this girl off me. All she's doing is getting in my way. I'm on a mission to find the mystery girl who made me spill my beer.
Hold on... squinting, I tilt my head to the left, then the right trying to catch another glimpse of blonde hair moving through the crowd.
I'm pretty sure that's her by the front door. I want to call out, to stop her from leaving. For some odd reason I want to finish our absurd conversation out by the keg but how can I do that? How can I capture her attention from way over here? There has to be about twenty people milling around between us. And the music is blasting. People are laughing and talking. I can barely hear myself think over all this noise.
I'm wondering how to detach Marissa-the-barnacle from my body when her arms snake around my neck. Man, this chick is way stronger than she looks. Just as she's dragging my face to hers, I see blonde beer girl turn and look straight at me. I open my mouth to yell something at her. Something that will stop her from leaving but Marissa plasters her lips against mine. All I can do is hold Beer Girl's eyes.
She smirks in return as if to say- see, total man whore.
And then the moment is over and she's gone.
I can't believe this.
Beer Girl is gone.
I don't even know her name.
I'm not sure why that bothers me, but it does. And the fact that it bothers me, bothers me even more. Because this is not normal Parker Montgomery behavior. This has definitely been one bizarre interlude. Maybe it's for the best that it's over. I really need things to slide back to normal because right now, I'm feeling fairly unsettled.
"Parker," Marissa kisses my mouth again, "why are you frowning like that?"
Tired of being ignored, Marissa lays both of her palms against my cheeks before snapping my face back to hers. Satisfied that she's fully hijacked my attention, she adds in a voice that sounds suspiciously toddler-ish, "I thought you liked my kisses." She gives me a pouty face to go along with her words.
I can literally feel my brows drawing together as I stare at her. Under normal circumstances, I do enjoy Marissa's kisses. She's an excellent kisser. Definitely a top ten in my book. She doesn't use too much suction. And she keeps her saliva to a minimum. I absolutely hate both of those things. Who wants to feel as if someone is trying to suck the tonsils right out of their body? I sure as hell don't. And frankly the thought of someone else's saliva pooling in my mouth just about makes me gag. Maybe I'm a little particular about the way I like being kissed but those two things are total deal breakers for me.
She flutters her long mascara laden lashes as she continues to coo in a soft baby voice, "Don't you want to take me home tonight?"
Ah, not if she's going to continue talking like that, I don't.
Why the hell is she talking like that anyway? It's a total turn off.
I suppose it's entirely possible that she has some kind of speech issue I've never noticed before because... well, let's face it, Marissa and I don't exactly engage in a ton of verbose conversations when we're together.
"Umm," honestly, I'm not in the mood.
She must sense that she's losing my interest because she starts very gently nibbling at my lips. Something within me loos
ens. Actually, a lot within me loosens. Okay, now I'm really starting to enjoy this. What I like even more is that she's taking my mind off Beer Girl and the giant asshat I just made out of myself.
Now this, this is how my interactions with chicks usually end up. Not whatever sad attempt that was out there by the keg. And they certainly don't call me a man whore and walk away either.
Thankfully she's stopped all that stupid baby talk and is whispering things that are better left unsaid in a public forum such as this. Giving in, because I'm not made of stone after all (well, maybe one part of me is) I finally wrap my arms around her. I feel the smile of satisfaction curve her lips upward as she continues licking and nipping at my mouth.
Ahhh, that feels so good.
"Are you ready to get out of here, Parker? Because I am."
For some reason my eyes stray one last time to the front door before returning to Marissa.
I’m not going to lie, this has kind of been a weird night for me. So, yeah, I'm definitely ready to go.
About the Author
Jennifer currently lives in Michigan with her husband, kids, a dog named Rocky and a kitten named Lily. After pursuing a Bachelor’s Degree in History from the University of Wisconsin- Milwaukee, a Master’s Degree in Educational Psychology also from the University of Wisconsin- Milwaukee, she spent five years working as a high school guidance counselor which she loved before moving out of state with her family. Please contact Jennifer at [email protected]. Connect with Jennifer on facebook- https://www.facebook.com/jennifer.sucevic (word of warning- this page is just getting up and running!) or check her out on Wattpad- https://www.wattpad.com/user/jsucevic.
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