The seventeen year old was now where she wanted to be---sitting along with her cousins at the other end of this place. Juliana-that's her name-propped onto one of the tall stools, crossing her legs as she beamed widely at her cousins. The laughter that came a few seconds later from their lips was muted out by the loud thumping of the music. The dark locks of loose curls that she so naturally owned, cascaded down her back, stopping at the small of her back. They were like silk....dark silk. The darkness was a perfect contrast to her pale, milky skin.
"You alright, Man?" my cousin's heavy hand fell onto my shoulder, completely pulling me from the delicious trance I was in. I jerked my eyes away from Juliana and shot them to Carter, my cousin. With a soft, confused scowled, I asked, "What are you talking about?"
Carter gave me a lopsided smile, "Dude, you've been staring at Juliana like you were going to kill her. What did she do now?"
I was so entranced by my thoughts that I had forgotten to make my stare low profile. Quickly, I sought for a way out of this conversation, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Joe, you've been staring the girl down for over ten minutes without even bothering to blink. Are you sure you're alright?" Carter chuckled.
"I didn't know that I was staring at her...I guess I'm just out of it tonight," I leaned back in my chair and took a sip of my Corona.
"Well," Carter patted my shoulder, "she does look hot tonight, so I don't blame you."
With that, Carter disappeared to mingle with the rest of Juliana's cousins. You see, we were at her cousin's eighteenth birthday. Carter was just here as my wing man, you can say. My father was off with her mother somewhere, probably drinking it up and conversing with more of Juliana's relatives. Which left me here...alone; alone to watch her in my silence. To my benefit, in the minutes Carter had distracted me from my thoughts, Juliana's dressed had hiked up just a bit. Now, all that was covered was her ass. With her legs still crossed, she shifted a bit more in her chair. The movement only brought the dress up a bit more. The bottom of her creamy ass was now exposed to me, shooting a surge of undeniable heat to the crotch of my dark, distressed jeans.
"Fuck," I muttered, dragging my eyes away from her and taking another chug of my beer. Desperate for some relief, I raised out of my chair and rushed outside. Instantly, the cool air relieved me off the torture I just lived. Each cold breeze that passed by, cut against my skin, making me more aware of my surroundings. I passed my tongue quickly over my lower lip, hydrating the dryness the wind brought to it. I pressed my back against the cold, brick siding of the building as I sighed heavily and leaned my head back. It wasn't even five minutes later when I heard her voice.
"You alright?" she questioned.
I pulled the back of my head off the wall and slowly met my eyes with hers. They were two dark orbs that twinkled against the soft, yellow glow of the street lamp. "I'm fine," my voice rasped.
"Are you sure? Lily said that you rushed out of there," she continued.
"I'm fine, Jules," I faked annoyance, so she could leave me alone.
"If you're uncomfortable here, I can ask Mom if they can drop you off at home."
I took another sip of my Corona and she eyed my movement carefully. "I said I'm fine," I sighed, pulling the bottle of beer to my side.
Jules remained silent. Her thin, but perfect body stood shivering against each harsh gust of wind that flowed by. Her eyes pulled away from the bottle and shot to my eyes, "You know...at nineteen years old you're not supposed to be drinking, right?"
I chuckled, "Jules, do I really look like I care? Besides, it's not like my dad gives a fuck."
"I'm sure he'll be mad if he saw you with drink that," her voice came out snooty and crisp.
"I doubt it," I shook my head softly as she shivered some more.
"Since when do you drink anyways? "
I chuckled once more, "Fourteen...fifteen...somewhere around there."
"Seriously?" her chocolate eyes widened with bewilderment. I nodded at her question, taking another sip of the drink. "You want some?" I smirked, cocking the mouth of the bottle towards her. "Nah," I laughed, "You don't."
"Says who?" her thin brows furrowed at my tease.
"You're too much of a princess to touch this stuff," I continued my taunt.
"I'm not a princess," her eyes rolled as she shifted her weight onto her right foot.
"Okay, than. If you're not a princess, why won't you try it?"
"Because I don't want to," she snapped back.
"Princess," I muttered lowly.
An annoyed little growled pushed out of Juliana's throat before she got closer and took the cold bottle in her small hand. My eyes bore into hers, silently forcing her to take a sip.
Do it.
Do it.
Do it.
Slowly, she brought the mouth of the bottle to her full lips.
Do it.
Do it.
Do it.
Her eyes fluttered close as she tilted the bottle up and her head back slightly.
She did it.
Grimacing strongly, she brought the bottle back down and shoved it into my chest. "That tastes horrible," she wiped the back of her hand against her lips, drying away whatever reminiscence of beer. "How can you drink that crap?"
"I guess it takes time to get use to," I shrugged my shoulders as I took the bottle from her hand. "You should get inside, though. It's cold out here and...well, that dress doesn't help to keep you warm." Juliana looked down at what was covering her. The tiny piece of thin fabric was not enough to trap any heat.
"I guess you're right. This is the last time I'm wearing this thing," she muttered, tugging down at the hem of her dress.
"Why?" I blurted out stupidly and she shot a suspicious look at me.
"What do you mean 'why?'" she growled, "This thing makes me look like a whore." I shook my head, retorting her accusation. "Are you serious?" Juliana scoffed, "Look at me and tell me that this dress is not slutty."
I rolled my lips into my mouth as my eyes did all the work. She gave me permission to look and I sure as hell was going to take advantage of it.
Her legs were trembling slightly and her arms were folded tightly over her small but supple breasts. Her jaw shook rapidly against the cold. Everything about her said that she was cold, but none of it said that she looked like a whore. Of course, the dress was short and strapless, but she could pull it off. Her hair played a perfect veil for her shoulders and back, hiding the skin that was exposed up top.