Page 75 of Twisted Legacy

LJ has dragged me out to another party. This one is on campus and I’m in my normal clothes. I couldn’t tell her no. Not when she’s about to be gone for most of the Christmas Break. Her parents sprung a trip to visit relatives on her and she seems really excited about it. So I’m stepping out, showing my face at a party hosted by the frat house of some guy on the football team.

We spot Oscar right away and she goes off to dance with him. I love that she’s feeling more comfortable in social settings. I stay on the fringe with my back to the wall while I nurse my drink.

There are a lot of jocks here, which I expected, butthey’re here too. The Coxsuckers. It’s questionable if they were actually on the guest list, because I’ve learned they show up, regardless. I chat with a few people I recognize and decide to relocate, because this side of the room is getting crowded. I spot another section of unoccupied wall over by the stairs and head there, my drink raised above my head to keep from spilling it on people as I push through the crowd.

As careful as I am, I still manage to bump into a few people, but I make it to my new safety zone without freaking out. Progress. I take a congratulatory sip of my drink to celebrate. After a while, I feel myself relaxing enough to sway to the music, letting the beat wash through me. I even smile and make small talk with a few people who drift by. The happy vibe of the room is contagious. This is the crowd we should have been partying with all semester.

I take another sip of my drink, once again raise my hand in the air, then move from against the wall, deciding to find LJ so we can dance together. I find her off to the side talking to Oscar, and grab both of their hands, dragging them onto the floor.

“Someone’s found their party spirit.” Oscar says, smiling down at me.

I nod, smiling back as I spin to the music, completely unbothered by all the people swarming around us, or the limbs jostling against me. I’m happy here in the middle of the crowd. I feel light, like I could float up to the ceiling and fly away.

“Hey, Thea.”

I crack an eye open. “Hey person, I don’t know.” I say to the guy beside me.

“You wanna dance?”

I open my other eye. “I am dancing.” To prove my point, I shimmy my shoulders and swirl my hips.

He chuckles. “I meant with me.”

“Sure, you’ll do.”

It’s a little hard to tell exactly what he looks like under the dim lights, but it doesn’t matter. I’m not trying to judge how our future babies will look. The only thing I care about is that he’s not a teacher, or a Coxsucker and my body seems to like him.

I hook my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and grind against him. It doesn’t take long before I feel him stiffen against me, his erection growing the longer we move together. I ask, “You a member of this frat?”

“Yeah.”

“So that means you have a room here that you want to show me?”

My meaning is clear enough. With a smile, he grabs my hand and pulls me through the crowd. Before we make it to the stairs, Eloise steps in our path.

“Hey Blane. What you up to?”

The guy, Blane, looks down at her and smiles. “Thea and I are gonna go some place quieter to hang out and talk.”

“Tramp, run. Got it.” She cackles.

I’m really feeling the urge to ride a dick. She is not about to ruin this for me. I’ll shove her out of the way to get where we’re going, if I have to.

“You sound jealous, Eloise. How much longer do you have to wait until you’re allowed to play with a penis, anyway?” I pretend to be looking for something around the room. “Don’t worry. I heard a Lady Lion offering to keep Finn’s dick company while your VV is turning to dust.”

“VV?” Blane asks.

“Vanilla Vagina.” I pat him on the chest. “No worries. Mine is like a trip to Baskin Robbins. You can sample multiple flavors.”

He stoops down to kiss me, and I let him, just to show him I’m not full of shit. We’re gonna have a lot of fun. His hand grips my ass, pulling me closer to his body, rubbing his still hard cock against me. Suddenly, he’s yanked away, a growl coming from behind where he was standing. Finn is standing over him.

“What. The. Fuck. Number Three?”

“What the fuck is right, Pet. As in, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

He’s looking at me, but I get the impression the question is for Blane. That doesn’t stop me from saying, “Will you and your boo please go cock block someone else.” Looking down at Blane, I say, “Don’t worry about this idiot spoiling our fun. I wanna fuck you twice as bad now.”

He stutters, “See Finn. It’s all good, man. She asked me-”

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