“At least I’m getting some *,” he countered back. Jumping down onto the couch, Ryder took another sip. “Seriously, girls are all over you. What’s with you, man?”
I took another gulp. “Nothing much, man. I just want to have fun this year. I don’t want to deal with bullshit from a girl. Even sometimes when you fuck one they pull the love card. They want to cuddle and kiss. All that shit.” I took another gulp. “I don’t want any of that. I just want to play ball, go to some parties, and graduate. That’s all.”
“Amen to that!” Ryder yelled before he drank the rest of the contents in the can.
My mouth dropped open. Apparently Ryder could hold his alcohol real well. Me on the other hand? Not so much.
Just then the doorbell rang. “Oh, that’s probably Sarah,” Ryder said as he crushed his can. Running towards the door he said, “’Bout time you showed up, Sar-bear.”
“I just had to get ready, Ryd. Chill,” Sarah joked.
Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, Ryder said, “You want a drink?”
Pursing her lips for a second, she said, “I’ll have a shot of tequila.”
“That’s my girl!” Ryder yelled as he lifted her in his arms.
As he bounced her up and down, Sarah laughed. “Let me down, you bonehead!”
“Only if you let Gabe and I here do a body shot!” Ryder smirked.
Sarah’s eyes opened wide the second Ryder said my name.
Standing up from the couch, I smiled. “Hey, Sar.”
Again she pursed her lips. Looking down at Ryder, who was looking up at her, she said, “You two aren’t doing body shots off of me.”
“Why not?” he whined. “Come on, Sarah! You’ve let me do them before.”
She has?
“Why don’t you ask your girlfriend, Ryder?”
“Because,” he whined. “She says she gets sticky and that’s it’s gross.”
“She gets sticky from other things too, Ryd. I don’t think she complains about that,” Sarah blurted.
I watched as her eyes grew wide and she covered her mouth. I started to smile when I watched her beautiful cheeks turn a slight shade of red.
“Okay, just for that you’re letting me and Gabe do a body shot off of you!” Ryder cheered.
“Well, seeing as you won’t shut up until I let you do it, put me down and grab the ingredients,” Sarah puffed.
“All right!” Ryder cheered. Placing her down, Ryder kissed her cheek and darted off into the kitchen to grab salt, lime and tequila. “You’re the best!” he yelled after Sarah.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” she laughed out.
I started to walk over to Sarah.
Turning to me she said, “Don’t get any ideas, buddyboy. It’s just a body shot. So—you can put that tongue back in your mouth and cover up the hard on you have in your pants.” Spinning around, Sarah started to walk into the kitchen.
Me, however? I stood still. She really was something. Most guys would’ve been turned off, but not me. She was this feisty little thing and I wanted to kiss her now more than ever.
Shaking my head, I walked into the kitchen just in time to see Sarah take down her shot of tequila. She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. “Oh my God,” she giggled as she jumped up and down.
“Oh, it wasn’t that bad,” Ryder laughed.
Opening her eyes, Sarah said, “It was the lime, you ass! You and I both know I can hold my liquor.” Placing her hands on the bottom of her shirt, Sarah started to pull it off.
Ryder whistled. “And we all know that tequila makes the clothes come off.”
Pulling her shirt off entirely, Sarah whacked him with it. “Shut up, asshole,” she laughed. Tossing her shirt on the dining room table, she hopped up onto the island. She laid down. “All right, boys, who’s first?”
Grabbing a lime from the bowl, Ryder said, “Me!” Squeezing the lime from Sarah’s belly button to the bottom of her tits, he then salted it. “Here you go,” he said, handing her a lime.
“Aren’t you sweet,” she joked back.
I poured the tequila in Sarah’s belly button and watched her squirm a bit.
“Holy fuck, that’s cold,” she said through laughter.
“Put the lime in your mouth, Sar-bear,” Ryder said.
Listening to his instructions, Sarah laid still while Ryder sucked the tequila from her belly button and swallowed. Then he licked the salt off of her body and finally grabbed the lime wedge from her mouth.
Wiping his mouth, Ryder winked down at her. “Damn, that’s good,” he said as he smacked his hands together. “All right, Gabe, you’re next,” he said, turning to me and patting me on the back.
I smiled down at Sarah.
“Let’s get this over with,” she muttered under her breath.
“Oh, you’re going to enjoy this, Sarah, don’t you worry.”
“I doubt it,” she hissed.
“Don’t worry, babe, you will,” I said as I winked at her. I repeated the steps Ryder did. I squeezed the lime on her stomach and salted it, then poured the tequila into her belly button. I handed her a lime wedge. “I think you’ll enjoy this, princess.”
“Don’t call me that!” she angrily said.