Page 23 of Zombie's Howl-O-Ween
The next group of people went on the stage. One guy stumbled and his friends all laughed. He looked a little young, but I couldn’t really tell. They were dressed like the band KISS.
“Here he goes,” Brandon whispered in my ear.
“Who?”
“Raymond, Track’s younger brother.” Brandon pointed at Track. “Raymond’s dream is to have a band someday.”
“Yeah, and this song is his favorite. He sings it at all the parties,” Brynne shouted above the music. “You’ll see the crowd will get into it, too.”
Sure enough, people got to their feet. I dialed into the lyrics and sang along to “Rock and Roll All Nite.”
Literally, everyone was dancing and singing. It was fabulous. I hadn’t been around people like this before. They were fun, and a lot more risqué than me. But beneath every good girl was a naughty one.
After Raymond and his friends finished their performance, things settled down, and music filtered out of the speakers. There was a large crowd at the bar, and couples were making out everywhere.
“I’m going to make you come right here,” Brandon said.
“What?” Surely, he was joking.
Nope, not joking. His hand slipped under the waistband of his sweatpants.
“We can’t do this here!”
“Yes, we can. And we will.” His long digit fondled me.
Mortification burst inside me. I’d never been a party girl, nor did I do scandalous things like getting fingered in public.
“Relax, baby. Nobody cares.” He wasn’t wrong. Nobody was paying attention to us, but then most were inebriated.
“This is new and really naughty, dontcha think?”
“Naughty is good.” His finger found my clit.
“Holy moly!” I jumped on his lap, then found myself rocking on him. “Does stuff like this happen often?”
“Look behind you on your left.”
I peered over my shoulder and found a couple screwing on a pool table. The woman was on her back, and the dude was going to town on her. They didn’t seem to care about the people around them.
“Oh my gosh! Don’t you think of doing that to me. I have boundaries.”
“You don’t even have to worry. Nobody will see us fucking. I’m possessive that way.”
Possessive? The idea that I might make him crazy jealous seemed to launch me into orbit while his fingers moved in and out of me.
“I need you.”
“I’m right here, Trix. Tell me what you want. My fingers or my cock?” He amped up the stimulation and drove me insane.
“I could do you here. Maybe we should go to your room,” I told him, panting hard, trying to hold back my release. I was afraid I’d howl and everyone would notice us.
“No.” He removed his fingers and twisted me around. “Undo my pants.”
“But people will see us.”
“They don’t care, Trix.”
“I can’t ride you here. My boobs would knock you out.” I got off him and took his hand. “Come on.”
