It was Friday night, June, the middle of party season. I hopped out of my jeep grand Cherokee but not before I grabbed my Nikon Camera. I walked up the massive house I had no idea existed up until a month ago, apparently this where all the 'big' parties are always being held.
And it was true; every weekend I came here to take recordings or pictures of the place, something is always going on somewhere on the property. I walked up to the steps after leaning up against the door of my car and taking a few pics of people and watching them go into the house, I knocked on the wooden door. I knew no one would answer or be able to hear me for that matter considering the music was jamming throughout the entire house, but I always thought it was courteous to try. After waiting a few seconds and the door never opening once I finally opened the door to see at least twenty people in the hallway, half of them making-out with each other and the other half talking over the loudspeakers holding beer bottles in the hands.
I quickly turned my camera on and got a few shots of some of the people, they didn't even notice me taking their picture, but I'm used to that, I don't really socialize at things like this, I actually just stay in the background and take pictures of things that might be good for my collage due at the end of the summer.
As I walked around more I saw guy and girls playing beer-pong, and guys doing shots off of girls and vice versa, I was never into alcohol so I never tried it even though I a at the drinking age. I would have gotten a few pictures of that but I had already gotten shots of those a few weeks ago. I walked outside to the pool area to see guys dancing and putting their arms around girl's waist, oh how I wish that could be sometimes, but then I think, 'What could possibly come out of that situation?' A one-night stand with someone you barely know? Or possibly getting an STD from it or even getting pregnant by the guy who would even give you a second look if you tried talking to him.
I shook my thoughts away from that that was most definitely not something I wanted to find out more about. I quickly got my pictures from the small dance floor and went by the pool; people were kissing, swimming and practically humping one another in the pool, which I found one of the things quite revolting. I again got my pics and got out of there, heading back inside to the house.
I saw people were now playing spin the bottle, classic make-out game, I'd never played but I had Googled it numerous times, and found it to be a real laughing stock. I stuck around for about five minutes to get more good photos and what I got did not surprise me, girl kissing girl, boy kissing girl and at least two bottles of Jack Daniels were being passed around. I think the only thing I didn't get a picture of was boy-kissing boy.
I was in the middle of getting my shots when someone bumped into the back of me, I turned around to see it was a group of frat boys, probably the ones who planned this party, "Watch it, would you?" I muttered to them, I was surprised when one of them turned around and caught a glimpse of me.
"'Cuse me?" He asked, coming back up to me. He had a slight southern accent that fitted him well.
I will admit I was a little intimidated by how tall he was reaching almost 6'0 ft. he was a giant compared to me. He had shaggy brown hair that made him look like Harry Styles from One Direction but straighter than his, as well as a blue striped Polo shirt and blue Khakis on.
"I said watch it, as in watch where you're going." I snapped at him, I knew better than to mess with drunken frat boys, but sometimes I just really wanted to put them in their place, and I guessed that was happening tonight.
He came up next me, putting his chest next to mine, well tried to anyways, my camera was in the middle of us, "Why don't you watch where you're going." He said in a menacing tone, I could barely hear him over the loud music but I could definitely read his lips, courtesy of having a deaf sister, you learn very quickly on reading lips.
"I wasn't the one who bumped into you, you bumped into me." I say in the same menacing tone as he. He chortled at me and walked away from me as if too scared to get in an argument with a girl.
"Jerk." I muttered and went back to taking more pictures; I think I said that at the wrong time because right when I said that the music was turned to a quieter song making the word, "Jerk," sound a lot louder then it should have been. This being said he turned around and glared at me, setting the bottle of booze on the table, I wish I could have gotten a picture of that, it would show just pissed off the drunk can get.
"What did you just say?" He yelled at me, which in my opinion was more embarrassing for him then for me. I decided at this time I would get cocky and see what he would do or at least try to do.
"What? Is the big man offended by the small little comment?" I squeaked at him, acting all sassy.
He huffed, "You wouldn't be saying that if you knew who I was..."
I raised an eyebrow, "You wanna bet?"
I saw his hands in fists, and smirked, "What's wrong big boy, scared to think I'm more of a man than you?" I challenged.
I heard roar of, "oohs," and "Burns," before I knew it I felt my shoulder being tugged almost out of its socket, I looked at what was happening and saw the man dragging me with him, that's when I started freaking out a little. I would have thought he would have left after getting so frustrated with me, but now I saw he was opening up a closet quickly throwing me in it, I tried to budge and push him away but he was too strong. I would have thought also that he would've left me in here but to my surprise when he closed the door he was in the closet as well.
I inwardly laughed at how accurate that sounded right now, but then quickly went back to the realization that I was in a closet with a guy I had no clue who he was and it was pitch black in here. But I kept my cool, I didn't freak out, well on the outside at least.
"Why did you take me in here?" I asked nonchalantly, crossing my arms and tilting my side, I had accidentally bent back and a rack with a few coats hanging on it.
I heard a notch click and thought immediately, 'He locked the door? Why would he do that?'
"You honestly think you are more of a man than me." He said like it was an accusation, "Well you weren't really Going to hit a girl, were you?" I inquired.
"I would never hit a girl..." He muttered.
"Thus making me manlier, cause I can definitely hit a girl and a guy for that matter." I snickered.
"But I could if I wanted to."
I could barely see his figure in the dark so I brought out my phone to show some light in the room, once I saw him in the light and took a step towards him, but enough as where I would be chest to chest with him again, "So why didn't you?' I whispered, looking up at him.
"Because your face isn't worth the bruise." I wasn't sure if I should've taken that as a compliment or if I should resent that.
"What do you mean by that?" I snapped, unhappy that I couldn't figure that sentence of his out.
"I don't want to see your face in bruises with me," He whispered this as he caressed my cheek slowly. He voice was like silk as he spoke; we both were both a mere few inches from each other when I realized what was about to happen and instantly pulled back.
I coughed uncomfortably, "I'll ask again, why did you bring me here? Of all places a closet?"
He, like I did a few moments ago to him, walked to my side of the small closet, and removed my camera from around my neck I tried to protest but he wasn't having it and set it down on the ground gently, he then went and wrapped his large arms around me I tried to remove them but he wouldn't budge and pull me to his chest.
"Because you said you were a manlier man than me, correct?"
I nodded, not trusting my voice, "Then I'll show you how more of a man I am then you are." Before I could even take in his words, he kissed me on the lips, hard. I was shocked at first and started pounding on his chest but he just kept kissing me full on the lips, at one point I thought he was going to let go because I felt him let loose of my waist but quickly felt him pick me up by the butt and out of reflex wrapped my legs around him. Finally after who knows how many attempts to get free from his grip I finally let myself go and kissed back.
I thought it would be very horrid, it hadn't been my first kiss but I thought it would be distasteful. Yes I did taste lots of alcohol his lips but I didn't really mind at the moment, his lips were like cushions on mine, and his tongue? Oh his tongue was wonderful, swirling in my mouth, feeling ribbon. I slowly wrapped my arms around the guys neck, I felt him move so now I was up against the wall.
I couldn't believe that just few mere minutes ago I was fighting with this guy and now I was making-out with him in a closet, and to top it all of off I didn't even know his first name. I feel him leave my lips and trail them down my neck kissing it slightly.
I moaned in pleasure, I don't know what got into me but I was surely enjoying it. Then I finally let go and put me back on the floor, he caressed my cheek softly, "Is that man enough for you?"
I nodded, stuck in a daze, I think he smiled at me because I felt a small peck on the lips from him, "Why don't we take this to my room."
I was about to nod my head yes, but stopped myself, "No." I state abruptly, pushing back from him.
"Why not, princess?" He murmured, coming up next to me and pressing his lips to my neck again.
I forcibly pushed him back the best I could with my hands on his chest, "Because I have more self respect for myself." And with that being said I picked my camera off the floor and squeezed past him to the door and tried to open it but I quickly remembered it was locked.
I turned around to face him, "Unlock the door."
"Tell me your name?" He asked, avoiding my assertion.
"Unlock the door." say with my more annoyance in my tone.
I heard him chuckle, "Tell me your name and I will."
I groaned, "Fine, you really want to know my name?" He didn't answer, I bit my lip, "Call me Stormy, now open the door."
"James, call me James." He introduced himself, at that point I was glad he told his name, but I also really wanted to get out of this closet.
"Good to know, now can you please open the door." I urged James.
I heard him exasperate a sigh, and move to the door where he proceeded to unlock the door and swing it open, the looked like it was in full swing but I didn't care about that, all I cared about was getting out of this house before anything else happened.
"Happy?" He asked, crossing his arms.
"Very." I rolled my eyes at him, and quickly walked away from him.
"You're welcome!" He shouted at me as I walked down the hall.
I stopped mid-stride and turned around to face him, James was leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed and had a cheeky look on his face, "For what?" I yelled at him in the middle of the hallway.
"For giving the best make-out session you've ever had in your life." He stated, leaning off the wall and waltzing over to me, I was doing the same thing but I on the other hand was stalking over to him.
"For your information, I have had much better make-out sessions; thank you very much." James looked at me as if he wasn't buying anything I said. He then bent down to my ear and whispered something got me really pissed off, "Highly doubt it."
I don't blame myself for slapping him right in the face but he deserved it, before I turned and left for good I saw cheek was turning red at how hard I slapped him, I heard him, "Son of a Bitch," and I think, "Love you to, sweetheart."
I stormed to my car, mumbling, "Inconsiderate, pig-headed, cheeky little frat boy." and drove off out the property.
While I drove, I couldn't but think that I actually got kissed tonight, again it wasn't my first but I had to sadly agree it was lot better then my first kiss. I couldn't help admit to myself that I lied to him, James probably gave me one of the most greatest make-out sessions I will ever have; but I'm sure he did that all girls he tried to get with, and I soon came to realize I was sadly one of those girls.