by Mel Wildes
“Are you serious?” I removed his arm from my shoulders and watched him take a swig from the bottle.
“What? They wouldn’t have given us the champagne if we weren’t a couple,” he pointed out and I shook my head in bewilderment.
“Give me that,” I commanded as I took the bottle from his hands and took a swig. He watched in admiration as the swig turned into a scull. I needed the alcohol to distract myself from all the looks Alfie was giving me.
“Whoa there,” he said as he grabbed it off of me and took another swig. “Save some for the rest of us.” I smiled at him as I turned around in the dress.
“So what do you think? Is this a winner? Can we get out of here?” I asked and he looked at the dress for an incredible amount of time before shaking his head.
“I don’t know. You should try the others on just in case.” His smile was filled with mischief as he passed the bottle to me. I had to be careful. I was a lightweight when it came to alcohol.
“Fine, just one more.” I took another swig. I needed a lot of liquid courage if I was going to get through another change with him a mere few feet away. Taking the bottle from my lips once again, he turned around as I grabbed a red dress in the rack. It was definitely Penny’s style. It was short and tight. Slipping out of the midnight blue dress, I attempted to slip into this one but it struggled at my breasts. I could feel the effect of the alcohol sway me as I attempted to do the side zipper up, and failed.
“Alfie,” I whimpered and his head shot back at me as he observed the tight little number and the unwilling zipper. “I don’t think this will fit.” My words began to slur. His focus on me was intense and that, with the combination of his soapy skin and newly floppy hair, was all becoming too much. Grabbing the bottle from him, I took another swig and placed it on the ground.
“I’ll help you zip it up.” His voice came out shaky before he attempted to clear his throat. Coming closer to me, I resented how good he always smelt. As his hands reached for the zipper, I felt them stroke the skin near my waist before forcing the zip up. “There, perfect,” he said as his hands began to fiddle with the dress. I knew I should stop him and that I shouldn’t let this happen again, but I couldn’t for the life of me find the willpower to push his hands away. I missed the way they felt caressing me and I missed the way they felt inside of me. His hands continued to trace down the edges of the dress. My eyes bravely followed them as they curved over my breasts. Our breathing became heavier as the alcohol quickly took effect. Bending down to reach for the bottle, I felt his hands glide over my hips. His crotch had found its way to my ass, and I could feel his throbbing erection seeking release. I stayed bent over, using the wall as support as I looked at him looking at me through the mirror. We had done so well the past few weeks, but my boozed up brain wasn’t interested in progress, apparently neither was his. Releasing the bottle, I watched as his hands leaned down and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me up so his taut chest was leaning against my back. His hips began to gently grind against my ass.
“Alfie,” I murmured as he began to nuzzle my neck and shoulders, his hands finding their way to my breasts. It was an extraordinary watching Alfie through the mirror, touching me and kissing my neck. I loved the way his eyes grew heavy with lust and his breathing became sporadic. “We shouldn’t.” I half-heartedly attempted to stop this but couldn’t bring myself to mean it.
“Shhh,” he whispered as his grinding became more filled with need. His hands slipped under the dress and I felt them push aside my panties as they went in search for my clit. I felt my knees almost buckle as his forefinger and thumb found it and began to rub it gently.
“Alfie.” His name came out in a quieter moan as his hand went in search for my breasts. Kneading them, he skillfully found my nipple and began to squeeze. I leaned my forehead against the mirrored wall as I attempted to keep myself in an upright position. Biting on my lip, I tried to stop myself from being too loud.
“Keep saying my name like that,” he commanded as he continued to drive me crazy, moving his fingers down my silky folds before gently finding my pussy. I couldn’t help but moan loudly as his fingers began to fuck me.
“Alfie!” I attempted to muffle my scream into my arms as he went deeper.
“You like that, Zadie?” I looked up at him in the mirror, slowly nodding my head in agreement. All previous reservations began to melt away. “I want to hear you say it,” he commanded once again and I watched him nervously. “Vocalize it, Zadie.” Ignoring every logical part of my brain, I bit my lip and nodded.
“I like it,” I puffed out as I felt my orgasm approaching.
“Tell me you want my cock inside you,” he commanded once more and I bit my lip until it almost bled. I wanted it.
“I want it inside me.” I gave in. At my words his fingers released themselves from my body. He twisted me around and kissed me hungrily on my lips as he led me toward the couch, twisting my body around so my ass was against his throbbing cock again. Gently, he bent me over the couch and my hands gripped onto it as he traced sweet kisses along my neck and down my back. When he made it to my ass, he crouched down on the floor and pushed the dress up to my waist so he could see my ass in all its glory. I watched him through the back mirror. He was admiring my ass as he dragged my lacey thong to the ground. After commanding I spread my legs further apart, I felt him blow on my pussy gently. Before I knew it, I was watching his head disappear behind my ass, his tongue quickly finding my clit. “Alfie!” I cried as I felt him begin to lap at my creamy folds. His tongue went in hungrily as my head swung back. I reached back, grabbing his locks in pleasure and using them to keep his head where it was. He groaned in satisfaction as I took control of his head and smothered him. I began to grind against his face, my orgasm threatening to give in.
“Not yet.” He released himself from my grip and stood to his feet. Wiping my cum from his face, he smiled as he unbuckled his belt, sliding it out of his jeans and holding it as he kicked his shoes and jeans off. After finally pulling his t-shirt off and revealing his incredible body and fully erect cock, I watched the belt he continued to clutch onto with trepidation.
“What are you doing with that?” I asked nervously and he grinned mischievously as he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up. He skillfully slid the dress off of me before pushing my arms behind me and tying my hands up with the belt. “Alfie! What are you doing?” I asked, slightly alarmed and slightly turned on as he tightened the belt around my wrists.
“Don’t worry, you’ll like it,” he assured me as he kissed my bare shoulders and bent me over the couch again. My chest leaned against the back of the couch as my knees found support on the seat of it. I hadn’t known Alfie to have this side of him, but I liked the way it felt and the way his eyes darkened with lust. His hands were gliding all over my body, taking in every curve, dip and scar. In any other scenario, I’d feel self-conscious, but with Alfie it just felt right. “Spread your legs, Zadie,” he commanded and I obliged, looking at him through the mirror as his hands rolled a condom over his throbbing cock. I was anxious and impatient wanting him inside me already. As his hand released his cock, I rubbed my ass against it and he looked up at my impatience with surprise. I began to grind against his thickness and he moaned as he watched me. Unable to handle it any longer he grabbed his cock and began to rub it up and down my folds, teasing my ass quickly before going in search for my pussy. As the head of his cock found it, he watched me watching him and slid into me. Grabbing a hold of my tied up hands behind me, he began to slide in and out of me gently, his thickness filling every inch of me as I tightened my pussy around him. This awarded me with his deepest moan. “Zadie,” he murmured my name and I liked the way my name sounded on his tongue in the midst of desire. He continued to push into me from behind, his strokes getting harder and faster. Pushing back, I began to match his every thrust. The faster we got, the tighter I became. A sweat broke across my body as he unexpectedly grabbed a hold of my hands and pulled me up, h
is cock still submerged in me. Leading me toward the back mirror, he pushed me against it and watched me carefully as he continued to thrust into me.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Keep going.” And he did. I felt my orgasm beginning to emerge as every wild thrust constricted my body. I wanted so desperately to reach my hands up to his curls but had to settle for feeling his warm abdomen against my fingertips. Pushing down on his cock, he began to lose his mind, pounding into me more aggressively. I tilted my head back as he kissed my ears and neck. A magnificent orgasm spilled over me as he continued to thrust into me and I watched him with desire as his arms encompassed my torso and his face nuzzled the nook between my neck and shoulder. He clung onto me for dear life as he continued to thrust upwards, looking at me one last time before his body jerked and his orgasm washed over him. As the stillness washed over us, I took in every ounce of his sweaty brilliance. The alcohol was still ever-present, clouding my mind so I was unable to fully grasp what we’d just done. Pulling out of me gently, Alfie loosened the belt around my wrists and threw it to the ground. I stood away from the wall and rubbed my wrists in shock at how much I liked that. Neither of us said a word as he moved to the couch and dragged me alongside him. Sitting down first, he looked up at me and patted his lap. I looked at him worried I’d break him and the couch. Before I had a chance to choose, he dragged me down so I was comfortably placed on his lap. I leaned my head against his shoulder as I brought my legs up over his. We sat in silence as he cradled me.
“U-ugh, is, um, everything alright in there?” The soft voice of the shop girl reentered the room and I looked to Alfie. My brown cheeks were blazing with a warm pink glow of embarrassment.
“Oh my god,” I whispered and he began to laugh, his body vibrating beneath me.
“Everything is perfect.” As reality settled in and I drew away from our lustful state, I began to wonder if I thought the same.
MISCHIEF
2008
As the sun parted ways with the Californian sky, I looked at my reflection staring back at me through my mirror. I choose to be adventurous. If tonight was going to be my one and only high school party then I had to look the part. I wasn’t great at choosing the perfect outfit but I liked my attempt. The warm yellow mini dress sat nicely on my figure, cascading around my curves in a flattering way. I matched the dress with my worn out white converse shoes and pinned my hair up in a loose bun. As I watched the time carefully, I made sure I wouldn’t arrive early to the party since Mateo warned me nobody showed up before eight. As the clock struck a quarter to nine, I grabbed my phone and checked for a message from Alfie. He hadn’t responded to any of my messages. Walking over to my balcony, I peered into his window, only to be met with darkness. As I looked to his driveway, I noticed his car was absent from its usual spot. I decided to accept Alfie’s proposal tonight at the party; that was if he hadn’t changed his mind already and invited some other chick in class. I hated that I waited this long. It was technically my fault for freaking out. Whatever Alfie decided to do, I just hoped we could enjoy prom together and our final weeks of school before we left for New York. Grabbing my purse and pops' car keys, I made my way toward the door. I was content on not letting anyone ruin this night for me.
***
The night air was thick with mischief as I stepped out of the car. Music could be heard vibrating from the house, and my fellow classmates could be seen sprawled across Mateo’s front lawn. His house was grand, twice the size of my own. A neighboring forest and lack of close neighbours made it the perfect place for parties like this. A group of boys in the front began kicking a ball around, while taking swigs of beer from their green bottles. As I approached the house, Clarissa and her squad sat on the deck. Some of them were piercing me with their eyes while others were just shocked I was there at all.
“Gringa!” A familiar voice could be heard emerging from the house. As Mateo turned the corner and walked across the deck, suddenly I felt less like an alien. “You came!” he exclaimed in excitement as the music inside faintly masked his words. “Really didn’t think you were going to come,” he laughed as he bounded for me, wrapping me up in a bear hug.
“I keep my promises.” I smiled up at him; suddenly uncomfortable that everyone was aware of my presence. He chuckled as he led me into the house and past the scrutinizing cheerleaders.
“She actually came!” Rosa’s tiny voice somehow boomed over the music as Mateo kept his bulky arms wrapped around my shoulders. He felt like a safety blanket as more of the students strewn around his lounge room and hallways began to notice me. Rosa was beautiful with her thick, dark hair cut short at her ears and her olive skin that glowed luminously in the poorly lit house. “If I was a jealous woman, I’d brawl with you right now!” Rosa exclaimed as she made her way down the stairs and took me into a much gentler hug, withdrawing to scowl at Mateo.
“Oye! Those arms only wrap around me, Mateo. Jesus, you’re just a flirt!” she yelled at him as she pushed Mateo off of me. Mateo’s laugh boomed across the room as he dodged her tiny jabs in his arm. I loved watching the two of them interact. They both had such massive personalities and somehow they worked well together. They were everything I admired and everything I hoped to have in a relationship.
“Babe, I love you. But I got to look out for my girl here!” He exclaimed to Rosa as he kissed her on the cheeks and grabbed my shoulders again, leading me to the kitchen. Rosa skipped ahead of us and grabbed three beers from an ice tub. Popping the lids off our bottles, she jumped onto the counter and handed them to us.
“This one is for our good friend, Zadie.” She held up her bottle. “As high school draws to an end, I’m just glad to have one experience together outside of student council.” She tipped her bottle and I did the same, laughing as we all clinked bottles.
“Cheers,” all three of us sang in unison. I felt a sudden warmness that I was in desperate need of after this crappy week. As we all took a drink of our beers, Mateo separated from me and drew his arms around Rosa’s waist, kissing her on the lips briefly as the two softened toward each other. I smiled as I observed them but quickly looked away, leaving them to their privacy. It was in moments like this I wished Alfie were here, talking to me about nothing of real importance while we teased our two friends. He was my person, romantic or not. I missed him and couldn’t wait to talk to him about prom. Searching the room just beyond the kitchen, students filed inside in hoards, dancing and grinding against each other as the DJ did his thing in the corner of the room.
“Looking for Alfie?” Rosa’s voice piped up from behind me and I realized Mateo had disappeared, leaving the two of us alone in the kitchen.
“Ugh, that obvious?” I smiled guiltily as I drank a little more and jumped up on the counter beside her.
“Seven years I’ve been around the two of you. Seven years of you looking at him longingly and him being a man-whore,” she pointed out before sculling the rest of her beer and abandoning the bottle on the counter behind us.
“That’s actually a pretty astute observation,” I laughed half-heartedly. I wondered how many people had made the same observation about us in our years as friends. How obvious was it that I was stupidly in love with him?
“UCLA class of twenty-twelve, baby. I know my shit.” We both laughed. “You know if there was ever anyone that could help that kid grow the fuck up, it’s you,” she pointed out.
“Why me? I just seem to piss him off with everything I do. Or vice versa.” Fiddling with the sticker on the bottle, I looked to her anxiously.
“You two have some kind of unnatural affect on each other. You piss each other off, yes, but it’s like you have some sort of invisible tether. You can’t stray from each other no matter how hard you try. I think that your mere kindness is already made him into a better person. I mean, yes, he’s still a man-whore but he’s a kind one.” Her words were beginning to slur but everything she said made me realize we couldn’t really be apart, no matter where our lives took us. “Fuck,”
she cursed as she covered her tiny face with her hands. “I’m pretty shit-faced right now.” Laughing, I jumped off the counter and helped her down.
“Yeah, you are. Let’s go look for Mateo.” She paused midway off the counter for a brief moment and grabbed my arms.
“I may be drunk, but I mean everything I just said. You make him a better person, Zadie. Whatever he does, don’t forget that tether you have to him. I guarantee you he’ll fuck up again and again and again, but it would break my heart if the two of you weren’t end game.” It gave me hope hearing someone else see a potential in Alfie and I, and I couldn’t help but smile. Wrapping her arm around my shoulders, I put my hand on her waist to keep her upright and she leaned all her weight onto me. I then realized she was close to passing out.
“Okay, let’s go find Mateo,” I said nervously as she pointed her finger toward the backyard.
“Too the pool!” she cried drunkenly. The backyard was close to capacity as Rosa and I squeezed through the crowd in search of Mateo.
“Are you sure he’s out here?” I asked and she swayed her head toward me, looking at me with what were probably beer-goggled glasses.
“You’re so pretty, Zadie!” she announced sloppily and I laughed as she pinched my cheeks and ran a hand over my hair.
“Okay, Diaz. Stay with me,” I laughed as I looked around the crowd for Mateo. I noticed him sitting by the pool with a group of the other guys on the team. Clarissa and a few of the cheerleaders lingered close behind the boys. “I think we found him, Rosa,” I exclaimed and she looked up with excitement.
