...A Place To Hide

CHAPTER 3

I picked her up that Saturday night. I could feel the excitement in the air. Or maybe that was just me. I had pulled into her driveway and walked up to the door, ringing the doorbell, with Zac following behind. Zac had been reluctant to go on a blind date when even I hadn�t met the girl but I talked him into it saying if she was anything like Nikkolette Zac wouldn�t be able to take his eyes off of her. He rolled his eyes but agreed. I�m a hopeless romantic� so what? A girl other than Nikkolette opened the door; I assumed it was Starre. I was right. I was also right about Zac liking her. They became inseparable. Not just that night either. Everyday until now, the present, but that�s another story. Starre told us we could have a seat and went to tell Nikkolette that we were here. I remember Starre was grinning when we got there. That smile never left her lips all night. The same with Nikkolette.
When we pulled up to the house where the party was held the music was already blaring. We were all silent as we walked up the sidewalk to the front door. She was walking right beside me and I could smell her scent. She smelled as if I was walking through a field of flowers and flowers are always good. As soon as Alex opened the door for us a burst of sound swirled out and filled our ears. I couldn�t tell you what song was playing right then, nor did it matter. The important songs are forever emblazoned in my mind. The important songs are only important because of her. They became ours. The songs had meaning before, but it wasn�t real. Reality caught up with me and made the songs worth something. Reality gave the songs significance. We danced for a while; mindless notions playing in our heads. We were too busy thinking of other things to truly enjoy the moment. Every once in a while, Zac and Starre would pop up in our line of view and then disappear. But our thoughts turned to each other when Jonny Lang�s �Breakin� Me� filtered out of the speakers and nested in our ears. I pulled her closer and she snuggled into the hollow that is between my shoulder and neck. We moved in time to the music, my hand splayed across her lower back, the other on her hip. Her eyes were closed and smile was playing at her lips. I felt as if I were holding my breath through the whole song because I knew it meant something. I wasn�t sure what it was then but I understand now. After that song we went and found something to drink. Why I don�t know, but we got drunk. We were wasted. But that isn�t always a bad thing. In this case it certainly wasn�t. That was when we first kissed. It would have been better if we weren�t drunk. But then it may not have happened. Nikkolette slammed her glass down as if she just downed a shot - wait. Maybe she did. Some parts of the night are still foggy. But I do remember her getting up at that point and sitting on my lap facing me. She ran her hands through my hair and leaned in. She kissed my forehead first, then the corner of my mouth. She kept kissing my face but never on my mouth exactly. It drove me wild. Her hands were roaming over my chest and back causing further ecstasy. Nikkolette was never this forward as I�d come to find out later, that is unless she just wanted to be a part of me. When she was truly happiest. But that intoxicant that was in whatever she drank took hold of her. It made her lustful. Lusting after me. And even to this day I�m okay with it. I�ve never regretted being her plaything when I was drunk and I never will. Finally, she reached my mouth, my lips, my tongue. Before Nikkolette, I had never kissed a girl with her tongue pierced. It was a truly erotic experience. One that over the years would continue to be a daily occurrence in my life.
It was 6 am before we noticed the time. Drunk as we were we decided it was time to leave. After only searching for Zac and Starre for a few minutes we headed out to the car. Seeing as Zac was the least drunk of us all, I gave him the keys. When we got back to their place we followed them in the house. We couldn�t go home like that. Mom and Dad would have been so disappointed as well as there being a lecture. Neither of us were old enough yet. I know you�d think by that time we�d have moved out; I was 20. But we were never home enough to have a home anyway, if you know what I mean. I just crashed on the couch, sleeping off the effects of the alcohol only to wake up with a monstrous hangover. I assume Zac stayed with Starre; it doesn't matter.

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