The Second Party

The second all four of you step out of the car, the energy hits immediately.

Not club energy.

Worse.

Messier.

The bass shakes through the entire neighborhood hard enough that you can feel it through the pavement before even reaching the house. Colored LED lights flash violently through fogged windows while people crowd across the lawn holding drinks and yelling over music way too loud for the size of the house.

And honestly?

The whole place already feels less controlled than Pulse.

Pulse had security.

Bouncers.

Rules.

This place feels like someone lost control three hours ago and nobody bothered fixing it.

People spill across the driveway smoking while couples disappear around the side yard already halfway attached to each other. Someone sits on the roof yelling lyrics into the night while another group crowds around a beer pong table screaming loud enough to overpower the music for a few seconds.

“THIS is what I’m talking about,” Kenzie says excitedly beside you.

And fuck.

She looks completely in her element here.

Messy blonde hair.

Flushed cheeks.

Black tube top still hugging tightly around her breasts after hours of dancing.

Tiny denim shorts somehow riding even higher now underneath the LED glow spilling from the house.

The bottoms of her ass cheeks still show every time she walks ahead of you toward the front door.

And this time?

She keeps grabbing your hand while moving through the crowd.

Not casually anymore either.

Possessively.

Like she already decided you belong with her tonight.

Meanwhile behind you, Lexi and Rob immediately become complete disaster energy again.

The second Lexi sees the crowd outside, she throws both hands into the air dramatically.

“OH THIS PLACE IS TOXIC,” she yells proudly.

“That’s how you know it’s good,” Rob replies immediately.

Then Lexi grabs his face and kisses him hard enough that somebody nearby actually cheers.

“They’re disgusting,” Kenzie mutters beside you.

But she’s laughing while saying it.

Inside the house somehow feels even worse.

Hotter.

Sweatier.

The air feels thick with ****, body heat, perfume, and weed smoke almost immediately. Every room pulses with colored LED lights while bass rattles picture frames against the walls.

People are already hooking up openly.

Not subtly either.

One couple practically climbs over each other against the kitchen counter while another disappears halfway into a bathroom before somebody pounds on the door yelling at them to hurry up.

And somehow Kenzie gets even clingier once you’re inside.

She grabs your wrist constantly while dragging you through crowded rooms introducing you to random people she barely even knows herself.

At one point she literally interrupts a conversation mid-sentence just to pull you somewhere else because she hears a better song playing in another room.

“You have attention span issues,” you tell her while she drags you through the hallway.

“I have priorities,” Kenzie replies.

“You changed priorities four times in thirty seconds.”

“And yet you’re still following me.”

Fair.

At some point she ends up pressed directly against your side near the kitchen while shouting into your ear over the music.

And honestly?

The way she talks to you now feels completely different from earlier tonight.

Closer.

Warmer.

Every few minutes she leans into you naturally like she forgot personal space exists. Her fingers hook casually through your belt loop once while pulling you through a crowded doorway.

Later she fully wraps both arms around your neck laughing at something stupid you say before staying there slightly too long afterward.

And yeah.

At this point the chemistry doesn’t feel uncertain anymore.

It feels inevitable.

Meanwhile Lexi and Rob somehow become even more chaotic.

Which honestly shouldn’t be possible.

The two of them bounce violently between rooms like drunk pinballs ruining every environment they enter.

At one point you find Lexi standing on the arm of a couch screaming lyrics while Rob holds onto her hips trying to keep her from falling into a lamp.

Ten minutes later they’re both attempting beer pong while making out between turns.

Then somehow they disappear briefly before reappearing laughing hysterically because Lexi stole somebody’s cowboy hat and refuses to give it back.

Eventually you spot them near the kitchen wall again.

And Jesus Christ.

This time they’re making out hard enough that they practically look seconds away from just fucking right there in the middle of the party. Lexi’s legs wrap loosely around Rob’s waist while his hands stay locked onto her ass underneath those tiny gray shorts as both of them completely ignore the people yelling around them.

“They are actually insane,” Kenzie says while laughing beside you.

“They might be soulmates,” you reply.

“No they’re not.”

“They’re definitely something.”

Kenzie laughs loudly before grabbing the front of your shirt suddenly.

“Come here.”

“What?”

“You’re standing too far away.”

And before you can even answer, she physically pulls you closer until your chest bumps lightly against hers underneath flashing purple lights.

The movement presses the soft warmth of her breasts lightly against your chest for half a second before she turns partially sideways again still holding onto your arm.

And fuck.

Your brain almost stops functioning from how naturally physical she is now.

Not teasing.

Not performative.

Just constantly touching you.

Then suddenly Kenzie grabs one of your wrists.

Without saying anything, she slides your hand directly onto the exposed curve of her ass hanging out beneath the tiny shorts.

Your pulse spikes instantly.

Kenzie looks up at you afterward with the most dangerous smile you’ve seen all night.

“Squeeze,” she says teasingly.

Jesus Christ.

You do.

And fuck.

The feeling hits immediately.

Soft.

Warm.

Barely covered by the frayed denim while your fingers tighten instinctively against the exposed curve of her ass underneath flashing lights.

Kenzie reacts instantly too.

Not shy.

Not embarrassed.

If anything, she presses herself slightly harder into your hand afterward while laughing softly at your reaction.

“There you go,” she says.

And honestly?

The smug little look she gives you afterward makes it painfully obvious she enjoys knowing exactly what she’s doing to you.

Eventually the music changes.

Bass heavier now.

The kind of song that immediately pulls people toward the center living room where a huge group already dances shoulder-to-shoulder underneath LED lights.

Kenzie hears it instantly.

Then immediately looks up at you.

And the smile she gives you afterward feels dangerous.

“Oh no,” you say immediately.

Kenzie grabs your hand.

“You’re dancing with me.”

“I had a feeling that wasn’t optional.”

“It absolutely isn’t.”

Then she pulls you straight into the crowd again.

Bodies press together everywhere underneath flashing lights while sweat and heat blur the entire room into movement and noise. The bass pounds through the floor hard enough to shake through your chest while people scream every time the beat drops harder.

And honestly?

Kenzie somehow gets even more forward now.

The second you stop near the center of the room, she turns around immediately and presses backward against you without hesitation.

No buildup.

No pretending it happened accidentally.

Just:

her ass directly against your crotch underneath flashing lights.

And fuck.

The tiny shorts somehow make everything feel worse immediately.

The soft curves of her ass barely stay covered by the frayed denim while she grinds slowly backward against you to the bass. One of your hands settles naturally against her hips while Kenzie laughs breathlessly and throws her head back against your shoulder.

Then she grabs both your wrists herself.

At first she slides your hands tighter against her hips.

Then slowly upward.

Your pulse spikes instantly as her hands guide yours along her waist and briefly higher against the soft curves of her breasts over the tight black tube top before she drags your hands back down again toward her hips.

Not enough to become overtly sexual.

Just enough to completely destroy your ability to think straight.

Kenzie laughs softly afterward like she knows exactly what that just did to you.

Then she starts dancing harder.

Way harder.

At this point it doesn’t even feel like regular dancing anymore.

It feels like foreplay.

Kenzie keeps throwing herself backward against you while grinding her ass directly against your crotch harder every time the bass drops. Her hips roll faster underneath your hands while the tiny shorts ride higher and higher from all the movement.

And she absolutely knows what she’s doing to you.

Every time your grip tightens against her hips and ass, she smiles.

Every time she feels your body react against her, she grinds harder.

At one point she fully bends forward like she’s about to touch her toes before throwing her ass backward against you while shaking her hips side-to-side fast enough that your brain nearly short-circuits.

“OH MY GOD,” somebody nearby yells.

Kenzie just laughs breathlessly and keeps going.

Completely shameless now.

Completely focused on turning you on as much as possible.

Your hands stay locked onto her hips and ass while she keeps moving harder underneath flashing lights, sweat glistening softly against tan skin while the bass rattles through the walls around both of you.

And honestly?

At this point you barely notice the rest of the party anymore.

Just:

dirty blonde hair,

tiny shorts,

warm skin underneath your hands,

and Kenzie throwing herself against you like she already knows exactly where tonight is heading.

Then she turns her head slightly toward your ear while still grinding against you underneath the music.

“You’re getting really easy to read,” she says teasingly.

“You’re making that difficult.”

“That’s kinda the point.”

And fuck.

The way she says it sends another rush straight through your stomach immediately.

Then she grabs both your wrists again and physically pulls your hands tighter against her hips before throwing herself harder into the music once more.

And yeah.

At this point?

You’re completely fucked.

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STATUS UPDATE

Confidence:

97/100

Intoxication:

82/100

Attraction:

99/100

Emotional Connection:

52/100

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