Page 3 of Just One More Shot

Caleigh goes for the tequila. Oh shit. I know what kind of night this is going to be. Anytime we drink tequila, we end up shit faced and put a show on for the crowd by making out and dancing on whatever surface is closest. I never regret these nights, it’s always a fun time. We have never taken it further than that though.

She holds up two shot glasses and wiggles her eye brows, “Come on El, let's have some fun and help you forget fuck face for a while!” I blow out a puff of air, sigh and put my hands over my face.

After a minute, I take a deep breath and say, “Okay. Just tonight. Tomorrow, I am going to go back to hating myself. Deal?”

Caleigh

I'll let her think I am going to leave her alone, but we all know that is not going to happen. “Deal!” I lie. I hand her the shot glass. We clank them together and I say “To getting over cuntassaurus, and getting under someone new!” She laughs, shakes her head and throws the shot back like a champ. “Ah, yes! There's my best friend. I knew she was hiding under those sweats somewhere.”

She hands me the shot glass and I pour us another round then grab her by the hand and pull her to the make-shift dance floor in the middle of the living room.

Those shots already have me buzzing, as I am grinding up on Elise. I want something more. “Hey El, you want to try to find some smoke?”

She looks at me debating for a moment, “Yeah sure. I smelled some earlier when we were walking by the back door. Maybe someone will share?”

That’s all I needed to hear. I grab her hand again as I head for the back door.

Outside there are people in the pool and sitting in chairs scattered across the lawn. I scan the back yard and see a guy sitting by himself, smoking a joint. I get Elise’s attention, point my head in his direction and say, “Bingo.”

As we get closer, he looks up at us and smirks. He looks tall, but he's sitting, so I am not sure. He has shaggy dark brown hair, almost black, and the bluest eyes I have ever seen. “Well, what do we have here?” He says.

I have to take the lead because Elise is not a people person. “Hi, I am Caleigh, you can call me Cal, and this firecracker next to me is Elise.” He looks between us and smiles some more as he takes a hit of his joint.

He blows smoke out after a beat and says, “Damon. I assume you ladies want to take a hit?”

I playfully bat my eyelashes, “If you insist.” He hands it to me; I take two hits then pass it to Elise so she can do the same.

I break the silence and say, “So, you care to have a drink or dance with us?”

He smirks again, “I don’t dance.”

I smile back at him and say, “Well, your loss. We are a good time.”

Elise is shifting back and forth on her feet, looking at me like I have lost my mind. “What about tequila?” I say. He looks between us, giving us another once over. He smirks and nods his head as he is taking another hit.

I look at Elise, “I will be right back. Wait right here.” She gives me those wide doe eyes as I turn away and haul ass inside.

With three shot glasses and the bottle of tequila in my hands, I make my way back to the back yard. They apparently found another chair, because she is sitting in it when I get back. “I brought the whole bottle.” I say with a huge smile on my face. I give them their glasses and pour us all a shot.

Thirty minutes later, we have each taken multiple shots, I’m sitting on El’s lap, playing with her hair. She is all flushed, as she usually gets that way when she is drunk.

“You ready to dance yet?” I ask Damon.

He stretches and locks eyes with me, “I don’t dance, remember? How about the two of you dance, and I watch?”

I sigh, “Okay that works. But I am pretty sure you will end up changing your mind.” I grab El’s hand and drag her inside. Damon follows behind.

It is almost completely dark in the house now. There is a dim blue light that gives off club vibes in the living room. We find a spot in the corner where there is a chair for Damon to sit.

‘Pony’ by Ginuwine starts playing on the speakers. I grab Elise and spin her around so her ass is to my front and start dancing with my hands rubbing down her sides. She must really be feeling the alcohol because she grabs the back of my head with her long arms, still ass to front, grinding on me. After a few minutes, she turns around, facing me, grabs me by the throat and side of my face and starts kissing me.

Elise

Caleigh runs her hands down my back and sides. She must really like her throat being grabbed, because she let out a moan as soon as I did it. I am not going to lie, it is doing something to me. Usually when we do this sort of thing it's fun and a crowd pleaser. But now, it is making me feel other things. I wonder if the feeling is mutual?

I am definitely buzzed right now. I’m burning up, my lips are numb, and everything Cal is doing is making my thighs slick. I love kissing her when we are drunk. It is one of my favorite things to do. Just this time, I have no man to go home to because I am single now. I really hope that my vibrator is charged for later.

I pull back for air and turn to find Damon laid back, looking at us with glazed eyes and, what do you know, a hard on. He’s not touching it though; he’s just staring at us like he wants to join.

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