Let Me In

The ride to the bar was not as uncomfortable as it would be. Mike had quite a good taste in music and we discussed how amazing - or terrible - certain songs and artists were and we managed to get a good laugh out of each other. This kept me distracted enough to stop overthinking the fact that I’d be meeting his band mates and close friends; this was an engagement celebration between people who were close enough to be called family and then there was me: a random chick Mike has tried to pick up at the bar the night before as a one night stand. I was still in shock that he actually called and even now, I still had a gut feeling that he was in it to fuck me and then dump me for the next girl who crossed his path.

-”I wouldn’t think that you were into this kind of music,” Mike admitted as he exited the highway.

-“Well, that shows you you shouldn’t read a book by it’s cover,” I responded; yeah it was cliched but he laughed and smiled cheekily. He seemed to appreciate my stupid humor. I checked my make up once again on the side mirror and fixed my messy bun before gathering my belongings and exiting the car.

We walked into the bar and we knew exactly where the party was because a loud cheer and noise was audible from the entrance and in the far left corner there were a bunch of people toasting. Mike placed his hands on my shoulders and guided me towards the back of the club where his friends were. There were probably ten-ish people gathered around the same table and it definitely made me a little anxious.

“Congrats bro!!!” Mike yelled half-way away from the table and a boy in black outwear and flip flops ran towards us and met Mike in a huge embraced. I supposed that was the guy who’d gotten engaged. “Jaime, this is Sarah.” he said presenting me. He had his hair up on the front and a smile from ear to ear.

“Nice to meet you, Sarah” he said as I extended my hand but instead he hugged me tightly. This was kind of new to me, the whole touchy and very friendly basis kind of relationship but I wasn’t opposed to it.

-”Mikey!” a short guy with long hair and a nose ring yelled from the back as he made his way towards us just as Jaime pulled away “Who’s this?” he asked with a smile.

-”This is Sarah, the girl I talked to you about,” Mike responded as he gripped my shoulders a little tighter. I could feel his rough hands on my bare skin and I felt goosebumps rise all over my arms.

-”Oh hey! Yeah I remember! I’m Vic, Mikey’s older brother!” he added hugging me tightly. Everyone here seemed very friendly but I was still a little nervous. I felt like an intruder in their little clique. “C’mon, join the party!”

Jaime ran away first with Vic following close behind and ahead of us and Mike guided me to the flock of people that surrounded the table where a girl with a tiara on her head handed a crown to Jaime - I guessed that the girl was the bride-to-be.

“Everyone, this is Sarah,” Mike said when we were close enough to the table for everyone to see us. I simply gave a shy wave. Everyone else introduced themselves and I was trying really hard to remember everyone’s name; The newly engaged couple were Jaime and Jessica, Vic and his girlfriend Danielle, Tony and his girlfriend Erin and some friends from another band: Kellin and his wife Katelynn and Justin with his girlfriend Lindsey.

They all seemed friendly and welcoming. Most of the girls seemed to be fine with my presence but Erin, Tony’s girlfriend, seemed to be a little more uncomfortable. I got closer to Mike and asked what was going on.

“I didn’t really want to bring this up right now but Erin is my ex’s best friend and I guess there’s some resentment between her and me, and whoever I go out with,” I decided that instead of torturing myself trying to figure out something and be paranoid about it I’d enjoy my time here; I wanted to keep everything casual for now, and so I just focused on the conversations everyone was having. Everyone moved over so Mike and I could sit whilst Tony and Vic kept embarrassing Jaime in front of Jessica by telling some stories about Jaime on tour.

“I can’t believe he’s never told you the broken foot story,” Mike yelled, pressing his hand on my thigh smoothly. I leaned towards him at that point and placed my own hand on top of his, stroking his knuckles with my thumb. He turned towards me and smiled.

“Okay, so we’d just gotten to the UK and after a show, Jaims here seemed to be too fucking lazy to walk around to the bus and decided to get off the pier and jump from the pier to the trailer and then onto the bus. Smart-ass here ended up breaking his foot and kept the entire tour on a boot!” Vic laughed through the entire last sentence and then everyone joined.

“Hey! Says the guy who chipped his ankle bone in the middle of a show!” Jaime retorted, making the entire table laugh once more but this time at Vic.

-”Do you want a drink?” Mike offered me and I nodded and so we excused ourselves and made our way through the crowd and towards the bar. He took my hand so I wouldn’t lose him and the feeling of his skin against mine again took over me. There was something about it that just felt right, however I had to shake this thought away. He was a fuckboy and I had told myself no more fooling around. I’d had my own share of fuckboys in the past and I wasn’t going to go back into that habit.

-”Hey I’ll have a Talisker single, neat and…” Mike told the bartender before looking at me waiting for a response.

-”I’ll have the same,” I responded and Mike stared at me blankly “What?”

-”You just didn’t strike me as a scotch kind of girl,”

-”I thought we’d established that I’m full of surprises” I said with a wink, making him laugh.

The bartender came back with two glasses and a bottle of scotch - good scotch; it was a Talisker Single Malt 10Y. He poured our drinks and we clicked glasses before chugging our glasses - which was probably a bad idea but at the time I wasn’t thinking of regrets. I felt the pleasurably burning sensation of the warm, pure scotch running down my throat up until the last drop. Mike and I finished our drinks at about the same time and we both slammed the glasses down on the counter, laughing. Mike signaled for a seconds round and soon the bartender was in front of us filling our glasses once more.

The night kept on, and more drinks were brought and by the tenth beer I was passing the tipsy borderline into ‘please don’t get near me I will embarrass you and me’ territory. However, we all kept chatting and slowly enough, the guys warmed up to me. It was strange to feel so comfortable with these guys and although a part of me still had some doubts about Mike, when I felt his arm wrap around my shoulder, or his hand on mine, all those thoughts went away.

At around twelve, the music started to play louder and the alcohol had set in enough to get us all dancing in the middle of the crowd. Obviously, the alcohol’s effect had already kicked in and there was no way back; the wild side of Sarah was out and she was ready to party.

As the minutes passed on, we began to get closer to one another. The heat of the alcohol and the dance floor mixed together and had my heart beating as fast as it could. We stared right into each other’s eyes for a second, which made my adrenaline rush through my body to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore.

I leaned in and kissed him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He quickly responded pushing my hips closer to him and immediately pushing his tongue into my mouth and fighting mine for dominance. It was unlike something I’d ever experienced. The feeling of his strong hands trailing my wait and tightening around me, our tongues moving in sync as we kissed passionately in the dance floor. It all brought this sense of ecstasy and excitement; it was almost intolerant.

Next thing we knew, we had made our way into the men’s bathroom. He pushed me towards the wall with passion and then moved his hands to my neck, deepening the kiss, pushing his tongue deeper, sending chills down my spine. His lips then parted from mine and made their way to my neck, kissing every part of bare skin he could reach, sending another shot of electricity around my body, then he slowly moved his lips up my neck, tracing my jawline until they were back to my lips. Everything was going so fast but every moment was even more vivid and intense than the one before. His arms began to move down towards the hem of my shirt and in one swift move, his hand was underneath my shirt and bra. Without parting from our kiss, he began to rub my nipple between his fingers, causing me to moan his name as we kissed.

“You like that?” he whispered into my mouth and I moaned in agreement. The rough feeling of his hands felt so good against the soft skin of my breast.

-”Mike are you in there?” we heard a knock on the door; Vic. Mike and I immediately pulled away from each other and I hid in the stool seconds before Vic bursted into the bathroom. “Hey, I’ve been looking for you!” Vic yelled. His speech was slurred due to the unhealthy amounts of alcohol he’d also consumed. In all honesty, I wasn’t sure how any of us was still conscious enough to know our own names. However, all I could think was how much I wanted Mike’s lips against mine. “Everything okay?” Vic asked.

“Yeah I’ll be out in a second, bro” he muttered and after hearing Vic’s voice drift away, I exited the stall; Mike simply stared at me with a cheeky look and smiled.

“Well that certainly was unexpected,” he said. This surprised me, considering I thought he’d ask me to this party to have a real reason to fuck me.

“What do you mean unexpected?”

“Well, from what you said at the bar yesterday I wasn’t expecting to get any of this,” he answered sincerely.

“Wait, so you didn’t ask me out just to have sex with me tonight?” I was genuinely surprised.

“No, I wanted to take you out in a proper date...” his eyes met mine but this time there was no lust or passion in them. There was honesty and sincerity in them “look, I haven’t done this in a while but you’re actually way more than I expected and I want to get to know you better” he finished, then gave me a big smile.

“Wow now that’s unexpected,”

“Geez, that’s why you don’t judge a book by it’s cover, Sarah,” he said giving me a cheeky wink as he used my words against me this time. I chuckled as he opened the door of the bathroom stall and we headed back into the dance floor.

We headed back towards the center of the dance floor where everyone else was dancing the night away, probably equally intoxicated as we were and danced for what seemed minutes yet next time I saw my phone it was almost two in the morning.

I could barely walk straight - I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, the dancing or both but the next thing I remember was Mike carrying me out of the bar and getting us into a cab; we were coherent enough to realize there was no way we were going to drive back.

-”You are very strong, did you know that?” I said with a slurred tone. The alcohol had definitely affected my speech however it made him laugh.

-“Uhm, please take us to Las Colinas Blvd house number four-seven-zero-five” Mike said stuttering a little bit as well; he may have better tolerance than me but he wasn’t immune.

My eyes began to close and I could barely hear Mike’s voice anymore and the next thing I knew, everything was pitch black.

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