I was slightly dozing off when I heard the phone ring. It was Randal Wronghole, one of the only guys who kept in touch with me after the whole record deal thing happened.
"Shit man. I'm so glad your home. You going to Liza's tonight? I hear there's gonna be some hot chicks and some good shit goin down over there."
"I donno man, I was kind of just planning on staying home and resting. I've been under so much..."
He cut me off, mid sentence. "Fuck you, your going. I'll be over in 5 minutes." Hanging up the phone, I hurried to my room to find something presentable to wear. Shit, I should have known Randal was going to do this to me. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a pair of Zac's leather pants that were somewhat too small on me and a stupid, stupid shirt I got from a fan for my birthday. I looked ridiculous. Quickly, I slipped on a pair of baggy blue jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt. I rarely went out looking like this, but for some reason it felt good to wear something normal; not some tightass pants in which you can clearly see my boner...
Before I even had a chance to check out my hair, I heard a good loud, and very long, honk. Hoping that I didn't have any surprising zits or anything, I grabbed my wallet and ran out to the car.
"Hey man. Did you bring any of your brothers foteys?" He says, although it is evident I don't have a backpack on me or anything else I could possibly carry them in.
Randal, does it LOOK like I brought them? I can't steal his shit anymore. And why do you insist on saying it like that? You sound like a dumbass." I said. There was a short pause and I was waiting for Randal to back out of the driveway but he was just sitting there. "So, are you and Mikayla still fucking and all?"
"Damn you. Yeah right, we broke up a while ago." He said, backing out of my driveway. "After the whole ironic wrong hole incident... well I won't even get into that." He laughed. He seemed a bit embarrassed and I knew this was an open opportunity for me to find out something humiliating and probably hilarious too.
"Now you know you're telling me. What'd you do? Try to fuck her in the ass or something?" I laughed. He was always telling me he wanted to assfuck Mikayla. I cringed at the thought. To me, that's just plain disgusting. But whatever floats his boat.
"Not exactly. Everyone already knows so I guess there's no point in me not telling, cause you'll hear it from someone else that's for sure... So you know how dark it gets in my room at night? Like pitch black... Um, we were messin' around and I went to finger her... And I guess I sort of missed and she decided it would be cute to say 'Um, wrong hole Hun.'"
I tried so hard to stifle my laughter but I couldn't help it. "Hah. So you fingered her in the ass?"
"It was dark. You better shut the fuck up or I'm gonna drop your ass off right here and you can walk to Liza's." I felt sort of bad for laughing, but he had it coming. That could be possibly the dumbest thing I've ever heard someone do.
By the time we arrived at the party the whole entire place was jumpin' . Like most of Liza's parties there was alcohol and weed everywhere and you could faintly hear people fucking in nearby bedrooms even over the music. I was starting to regret not wearing something a little more like my normal choice of clothing once I looked around. I even almost asked Randal to take me home real quick so I could change, but after I began to realize that all that would do was postpone the time in which I would be able to consume alcohol into my body, I decided against it.
"Hey Taylor, man I have to go find someone, you gonna be all right on your own? You just don't seem very stable right now or something." Randal asked sounding worried and eerily staring at me.
"Why the fuck do you sound so worried? It's just because I just woke up and all. Of course I'll be fine, I just need to go get a drink. Good luck with whoever it is that you are looking for." He was such a weird guy, always thinking things were wrong when they were perfectly fine. I walked away from him as quickly as possible, the look he was giving me was making me feel so uncomfortable I could have screamed. It was as though he was looking right through me and could read my deepest and darkest secrets. I was scared as all hell and practically ran to the fridge to get a beer. Even after slamming down 2 beers I couldn't shake the uneasiness I had just felt due to Randal's look. I found some Absolute Vodka and slammed about 3 or 4 shots down before deciding to go on the dance floor to mingle.
As soon as I got out there I suddenly remembered why I wanted to wear baggy pants tonight. I could sum it up in two words: Laidie Xhavior. That girl was so hot she could give a dog a bone! She had about every single bastard on the dance floor trying to do her up the ass or something. No one could blame them though. I mean you should see this girl's body and then the clothing she wears to accessorize that ass, my God! Anyway, you could tell she was already pretty messed up and she kept yelling for someone to bring her another beer. The guys on the dance floor were tripping all over themselves trying to please her and keep her dancing. As soon as I walked in all the guys gave me the shittiest looks ever, prolly because everyone knows that Laidie and I are the biggest flirts ever when together and fucked up.
�TAYLOR!!!!!!!!!!!! Come here hotshit!!! I missed ya so much! Come over here right now and dance with me!!!� Laidie screamed a little too loudly.
I ran over to her and was instantly attacked. She straddle jumped on me and gave me the biggest hug I have ever received in my life. If I was just a little bit more fucked up I would have completely lost control and toppled over, but luckily I was able to just barely keep my balance. Before I could say a word to that crazy bitch she was yelling at the entire crowd of guys around her to get a life and leave her the fuck alone and to stop staring. Laidie had to be one of the funniest teenage girls I have ever seen drunk. Barely anything can stop her from telling the flat out truth and her true feelings no matter how rude it is even when she's sober. But when she is wasted she is at least ten times worse.
So for the rest of the party I hung out with Laidie. We drank and danced and talked the night away. She was really one of the only people I really had fun at parties with. Then out of nowhere she decides it would be really fun if we put on a strip tease. I kept trying to talk her out of it. And that's when she decided that it would be better if she stripped me and I stripped her. This idea really seemed to appeal to me at the time and I finally agreed after much pouting and pleading from Laidie, I mean what guy could honestly refuse a girl on her knees?
�BETSY!!!!!!!!!! Turn on the strip tease song immediately!!!� Laidie demanded of the D.J. Betsy Dirtbike.
As commanded to do so, Betsy quickly changed the song and before I knew it Laidie had pulled me front and center.
At first all I could do was stand there and let Laidie dance around me. Then finally, Laidie and the alcohol and the cheering crowd got to me and I joined her in her ridiculous drunken, supposed to be sexy, dance. Then all of a sudden, I danced my little ass on over to her and started sexily tripping all over myself and her while attempting to get her shirt off. She came to my aid and the shirt came off with no troubles at all. Hoots and hollers from all the guys in the room suddenly overcame the squeals from all the chicks. Next I decided that I would allow her to take off my sweatshirt and wife beater. She did so with this adorable look on her face the whole time, kind of that teasing look with a little bit of tongue sticking out. Shrieks from the ladies in the house became louder.
�Who wants to see Laidie�s THONG???? Betsy, I think you know what song you need to play now.� I shouted obnoxiously. Betsy started blasting �The Thong Song� and all the guys, including myself, went crazy.
She slowly started to unbutton her pants. �Taylor, won't you come help me unzip these... they really are such a pain.� Laidie stated with a little pouty tease in her big blue eyes. I ran to her side and carefully unzipped her pants. Her see-through zebra print thong had to be the most amazing thing I had ever laid my eyes upon. I moved around to her back side and pulled down her black leather pants. She started shaking her ass all over the place just about then. I was in such bliss that I thought I just might die. Finally the pants were one hundred percent off and then I knew it was my turn.
Laidie knelt down in front of me, her ass to the crowd. She began to unbuckle my belt.... I felt my Dick begin to grow hard. The position she was in.... on her knees and everything... it was just too perfect of an opportunity to let it pass me by. By the time she had my pants down and I was standing there in my boxers, and boxers only, my hormones began to majorly take over my mind. I whipped out Mr. Happy and attempted to shove him into Laidie�s mouth. I think I almost choked her at first or something considering she wasn't expecting it. The look on her face was a confused, yet an extremely horny one. She always used to tell me how horny she got when she was drunk. For a minute she refused and I was about to put it back in my pants, when all off a sudden I felt her warm, moist tongue start to massage my Dick. I had gotten my fair share of head on tour, but nothing like the artful way Laidie was giving it. It was as though she was working on a masterpiece. I closed my eyes and forgot about everything. I forgot that we were in front of a huge crowd of people, I forgot that my little brother was there at that party, and most importantly, I forgot that it was one of my best friends that was doing it. I opened my eyes when it was all over and brought my lips to hers. We shared one long passionate kiss and went in for another one.
"TAYLOR!!!!! LAIDIE!!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS DOING??!?!"
We quickly jumped away from each other and placed innocent looks on our faces. I looked around for the first time since I was stripped of my pants and noticed that everyone had pretty much left the room or they were passed out. I was confused for a moment. I had no clue who the hell had just yelled at us, but I could tell she had heard it too. My eyes finally traveled to the basement doorway, where Zac and Zhaina were standing. Zhaina was pretty clearly blown out and Zac didn't look too bad, but they were way more sober than Laidie and I were. Zac looked pretty pissed off, I mean Laidie was really close with Zac. But they were just really good friends, I was confused as all hell.
"Hi Zac... and uhhh Zhaina. You guys having fun?" Laidie greeted them, trying to ease up the tension in the air.
"Apparently not as much fucking fun as the two of you. What the fuck were you doing? You could have at least gotten a room, that's what all the other horny bastards do at parties!" Zac yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Why the fuck is it any of your God damn business, Zac? How does it concern you?" I screamed back.
"How does it concern me??? I think the better question would be how doesn't it concern me. You are my womanizing brother and you are sitting there getting it on with one of my best friends. She is one of your best friends too, how could you use her like that? Didn't you get enough play on the road! I would have thought that after all those chicks you got with on tour you would be completely out of sperm. Do you ever give your DICK a vacation?" Damn, was he really pissed off at me, I couldn't understand why though. He was being a bit hypocritical if you ask me.
"I did not get with that many girls on tour! Besides would you like me to count how many girls you hooked up with? Must I remind you that you weren't all that innocent 'This Time Around', so don't give me that bullshit." I was getting really pissed. "I am not a womanizer! Most of those girls, including Mandy Moore, were horrible at everything they did and tried to do a lot more with me than I was interested in. They only got with me so they could tell everyone that we dated or that they had gotten with me or something. So I was the one who got used!" I had to stop because I was having trouble properly pronouncing my words.
"You are so full of bullshit Taylor."
"I am not Zac and you know it!" I said, still screaming. I decided to go back to the original topic at hand. "Laidie and I have a right to do whatever we want. If we want to put on a strip tease and we both go a little too far, well then that's our business and our problem to deal with."
"Zac, I don't want to be mean, but Taylor's right. It's our business. We both got a little teeny bit carried away, but I mean it's not like I could help it, look at him. He's just so adorable in those boxers." Laidie giggled loudly. "Zac, I'm glad you are trying to look out for me, but as you know I can handle guys, especially the really cute ones like Taylor. I'm a big girl."
"Fuck both of you. You are both way too fucked up to even realize what just happened. I'm calling Ike and he's taking all of us home. You are just lucky that Mom and Dad are gone with the little kids in Disney World for the week. Zhaina and Laidie, you can sleep-over. Your parents will let you, I'm sure, they always do. You can call them when we get to my house. Zhaina, go get the rest of our shit from downstairs, we can smoke the rest at my house tonight." Zac was suddenly acting completely sober and orderly. "And Taylor and Laidie, I suggest the two of you get dressed before Ike comes." With that Zac and Zhaina left the room and went to get the phone.
"Wow, Zac sure is uptight about this whole thing. You'd think we had never hooked-up before." Laidie giggled. She was really giggly tonight.
"Laidie, we never have hooked-up before. We kissed like two years ago, I hardly call that 'hooking-up'."
"Hey Buddy, to a prude little eighth grader like me, that was hooking-up!" And with that said we both started cracking up. She had never been prude, she was always curious. She got suspended twice in fifth grade for sneaking in to the boys' bathroom to try and see what a penis looked like!
She seemed to be having some trouble putting her leather pants back on. "Do you need some help with those, Laidie?" I asked cautiously, you never knew when an insane brother would sneak up on us.
"Sure!"
I was already completely dressed, so I slowly helped her put all of her clothes back on. I would do anything to touch her again, to feel her body on mine. Maybe tonight when she was sleeping over I could sneak her into the garage with me..... no one would see or hear us out there. But I knew that there was no way that would ever happen because once Laidie was sober she would have nothing to do with me. That's how she has always been.
