Hurricane

October 2005

It was the day of the Halloween Party and I was currently waiting for Pete to pick me. It was Monday morning, so I’d be spending the day at Pete’s as usual. The only difference was that I would not be returning to my home until the next day. I had packed an overnight bag along with some makeup to wear with my costume. Pete had booked us a hotel room because he planned on drinking at the party tonight. I still hadn’t decided if I wanted to. It had been awhile since I had last drank and I wasn’t sure how I would act.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the front door. I picked up my bag and left the living room. When I opened the door, Pete stood there smiling at me.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, before yawning loudly.

“Good.”

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Several hours later and after my usual nap, I was up and asking Pete if I could use his shower.

“Yeah, of course,” he said. “Use whatever you want. There are towels in the closet next to the bathroom.”

“Okay,” I said. “Thanks.”

It was 3 right now and I knew we were leaving at 5 to go get dinner before the party.

After showering, I returned to Pete’s room in only a towel. Pete was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He looked at me when I entered the room and smirked at me.

“Don’t get any ideas,” I said as I went over to my bag. I opened it holding my towel to me as I pulled out the clothes I was going to wear to dinner. The plan was to check into the hotel after dinner and then we’d get ready for the party in the hotel room. I started toward the bedroom door to go get dressed in the bathroom.

“Molly,” Pete said as I reached the door. I turned to look at him. “Come here for a second.”

He couldn’t hide the playful look in his eyes and I smiled.

“In a minute,” I said, leaving the room.

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I was currently in the bathroom of our hotel room, putting the finishing touches on my makeup and fixing my hair. I already had the dress part on. All that was left to do was to put on my halo, wings, and shoes. I left the bathroom and found Pete sitting on the single bed in the room, his devil horns already on his head. The rest of his costume consisted of the black skinny jeans and black button up shirt that he had also worn to dinner.

“You know,” Pete said, scanning my body. “You look incredible in that. I think you might even look better than me.”

I rolled my eyes, laughing lightly as I pulled the shoes I was going to be wearing out of my bag.

“Are you going to be able to walk in those?” he asked, eyeing the heels that I was putting on.

“I hope so,” I said. I stood up straight once they were on, hesitant to take a step. I picked up the wings next. “Can you help me with these? I think they attach to the back somehow.”

Pete stood up and took the wings from my hands before moving to stand behind me. I felt his hands pulling on the back of my costume for a minute and then they were gone.

“There,” Pete said, turning me around slowly so that he could look at me from the front. I smiled at him.

“Thanks,” I said. He smiled before leaning forward to kiss me briefly.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked.

“In a second,” I said. I grabbed my halo and put it on. It was attached to a headband similar to Pete’s devil horns. “Ready.”

When we got there, Pete parked his SUV on the street. We both got out and Pete met me on the sidewalk in front of the house we were going in to. His arm slipped around my waist as he led me to the front steps. It was a different house from the one we had gone to a while ago, and I couldn’t help but begin to feel nervous. I still wasn’t completely comfortable with the idea of being at a party.

I took a deep breath as Pete opened the door without knocking.

“Are you okay?” he questioned, looking at me as we stepped inside the house. I nodded my head, not feeling like yelling over the music. Pete found his way to the kitchen and looked at me. “Do you want a drink?”

I shook my head, no.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Some needs to be able to drive the SUV to the hotel.”

“We can always call a cab,” Pete said. I thought for a moment. If I drank, maybe I’d probably be able to at least relax a little while I was here.

“Fine,” I said.

“What do you want?” Pete asked.

“It doesn’t matter,” I replied. He grabbed two bottles of beer and handed one to me. I opened it and took a sip. I made a face at the taste—I mean, it wasn’t terrible, but it didn’t have the best taste. I took another sip.

Pete smiled at me before wrapping his arm back around my waste. We made our way into the living room. Pete found someone he knew and started talking to them after introducing me. I drank some more of the beer while Pete continued to talk. Before I knew it, my bottle was empty.

I leaned over so that my mouth was near Pete’s ear.

“I’ll be right back,” I said. He looked at me and I held up my empty bottle. I left Pete’s side and went back to the kitchen where I grabbed a new bottle of beer. I opened it and took a few sips before heading for the living room. I was going into the living room when Pete was suddenly in front of me. “What are you doing?”

“I need some more too,” he said, holding up his empty bottle.

“Ah,” I said.

“You’re not bored, are you?” Pete asked as he grabbed a new bottle.

“No,” I said.

“I’d dance with you or something, but dancing really isn’t my thing,” he said. I laughed.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I can’t dance anyways.”

“That’s good,” he said, smiling at me. He took a hold of my hand and led me back into the living room. The people he had been talking to were gone now. I leaned towards his ear again so that I could talk to him.

“So what do you normally do at parties?” I asked. I turned my head so that he could reply in my ear.

“Just hang out,” Pete said. “I don’t see my friends very regularly.”

I nodded my head and Pete squeezed my hand. Someone else came up to us and started talking to Pete. Pete introduced me and I just smiled at the stranger—I wasn’t able to catch his name. I was almost done with my second beer when I started to feel the effects. Who knew I could be such a lightweight?

I finished the rest of the bottle and got Pete’s attention. I held up my empty bottle.

“Do you need anything?” I asked him loudly. He held up his bottle which was about half full and shook his head.

I left Pete again and went back to the kitchen. I took my third bottle and opened. Instead of going right back to Pete I decided to hang around in the kitchen for a few minutes. I watched as some people stumbled into the kitchen to get themselves new drinks. I finished my third bottle and grabbed a forth, deciding to go back to Pete. When I got back to where he had been he wasn’t there. I leaned against the wall and looked around the room as I drank some of my beverage. I would’ve walked around the room to look for Pete, but I didn’t trust myself in these heals especially since I was definitely feeling a bit tipsy now.

I finished my drink and went back to the kitchen. When I got there, there were several guys standing around a table and I saw that one of them was Pete. I set my empty bottle down and went over to Pete, placing my hand on his back.

“What are you doing?” I asked. Pete looked at me and smiled.

“Shots,” he said. “You want one?”

I shook my head, which caused the room to spin ever so slightly. I watched Pete as the guys each picked up their shot glasses and downed the liquid in them.

“I’ll be in the living room,” I said after a minute. I walked away, grabbing another bottle of beer on my way out. I moved through the mass of bodies before finding a couch that was surprisingly unoccupied. I sat down and opened the bottle I had grabbed. I took a few sips and crossed my legs, watching the people in front of me dance.

“I didn’t know angels drank,” a voice said. I looked up and smiled at Pete who was standing in front of me. Pete leaned down, placing both of his hands on the back of the couch on either side of my head, and kissed me. His tongue entered my mouth for a moment before he was pulling away.

He sat down next to me on the couch. I set my beer down and stood up.

“Where are you going?” Pete asked. I didn’t answer as I sat down on his lap sideways, curling my feet on the couch next to Pete. I placed my lips on his for a moment before moving them to his neck. I sucked on his neck lightly before scraping my teeth against the skin. Pete’s hand was gripping my butt while his other hand rested on my thigh, at the hem of my skirt. I pulled back and stared into Pete’s eyes which were dark with lust. His hand began to stroke my thigh and I placed my mouth near his ear.

“Do you want to go?” I asked, making sure my breath hit his ear. I felt his lips on my neck under my ear.

“Yes,” he said, causing me to shiver.

When we got outside, Pete pulled out his cell phone and called the cab.

“He’ll be here in 5 minutes,” Pete said. The air was chilly and I shivered slightly. “Are you cold?”

“Yeah,” I said. Pete wrapped his arms around me and hugged me to him. “Thank you.”

Pete turned his head slightly and pressed his mouth to my neck, sucking and biting it softly as we waited. I couldn’t help but let out a low moan as Pete nipped my neck a bit harder than he had previously.

“Is the taxi here yet?” I whined. Pete’s mouth left my neck as he looked around.

“I think that’s it right there,” Pete said. I looked just as a cab parked along the curb. Once we were inside the cab, Pete gave the driver the address of our hotel. I was grateful for the heat inside the car. Pete and I sat closely together in the back seat until we reached the hotel. After handing the driver some money, Pete got out of the car before helping me out. I lost my balance for a moment, and Pete helped steady me before we went inside. I could tell that Pete was as impatient as I was as we got into the elevator and started up to our floor. I took my shoes off when the elevator started to go up. Once we reached our floor, Pete took my hand and we went to our room as quickly as we could.

When we were inside our room and the door was closed, I threw my shoes to the ground and turned around.

“Take my wings off first,” I said. Pete took the wings off as quickly as he had put them on before tugging on the straps of the dress off of my shoulders. I helped him take my dress off before turning around. Quickly, I began to unbutton Pete’s shirt as Pete worked on getting his pants off I pulled his shirt off before letting him completely remove his pants. He had already kicked his shoes off and he pulled his socks off along with his pants off.

For a moment, we just stared each other, taking in each other’s bodies. We hadn’t had sex since August, and to be perfectly honest I had been waiting for the moment when we would do it again. The alcohol mixed with the face I hadn’t been with Pete for about 2 months just made me feel extremely horny.

I took the first step forward, my hands reaching out to touch Pete’s chest. I moved my hands up until they were over his shoulders and I pulled myself close to him. Our faces were close but we weren’t doing anything. I could feel Pete’s breath as it hit my face as I’m sure he could feel mine. I moved my face slowly towards Pete’s, my eyes half closed. Pete didn’t move as my lips got closer to his. He didn’t move until my lips touched his. His hands went to my hips instantly, pulling me closer to him as his tongue entered my mouth to deepen the kiss.

His hands moved to just below my butt and I could feel him trying to lift me. I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly as we kissed and helped him lift me up so that I could wrap my legs around his waist. Pete started to walk and then he sat down on the edge of the bed. My legs rested on either side of Pete and his hands started working on getting my bra off. When he got it off, he tossed it on the floor before attaching his mouth to my collarbone. I moaned as squeezed one of my breasts while the other got attention from his mouth.

Pete’s arousal was evident now as his clothed erection rubbed my inner thigh. I kissed him on the mouth and climbed off of Pete to stand in front of him. I pulled my underwear down slowly, Pete watching with intense focus. When I had tossed my panties to the side, Pete stood up and quickly went over to his jean, reaching into a pocket and pulling out a condom. He pulled down his own underwear before opening the square foil packet and pulling out the condom. He put it on quickly and came over to me. I climbed onto the bed, followed by Pete. I laid back and Pete leaned over me to kiss me as he positioned himself.

He pushed into me slowly and I broke away from him to let out a low moan. I had almost forgotten how good he felt.

Soon enough, Pete’s thrusts became faster and harder and I could feel his breath hitting me in the face in short, hot bursts. I wrapped my legs around his waist and a string of moans left my mouth as he continued to move.

“Fuck,” I gasped as he somehow managed to go faster. “That feels so good.”

My breathing quickened and I could feel the sweat that had formed on our bodies as they moved together.

“Shit,” Pete groaned. “Molly—”

“Pete,” I choked out. I moaned loudly as I felt myself getting closer to my orgasm. Pete seemed to pick up the pace just a bit more right before I came. “Oh, fuck.”

“Shit,” Pete breathed as he came a moment later. He stopped moving when he was done and pulled out of me, pulling the condom off and tossing it in the garbage can that was luckily right near the bed. He rolled onto his side and placed his arm around me as we both breathed heavily. I could feel my eyelids getting heavy as Pete nuzzled his face against mine before kissing my jaw softly.

“I love you, Molly,” Pete mumbled sleepily.

“I love you too,” I said quietly before yawning. Seconds later, I was asleep.