Heck Yes!, chapter 3
Annabelle smiled as she went up to the cashier to pay for her dress.
The rest of the day, they just wandered aimlessly around town, getting mobbed a couple times, but it was still fun.
~*Party Night! *~
Annabelle slips into the dress, putting on some eyeliner, and gray eye shadow, with a little bit of mascara on the outer top eyelashes, and the bottom one (this looks really cool!). She heard the doorbell ring, and grabbed her shoes. They were Victorian style high-heeled black ribbon-y shoes that went really well with her dress. She ran back up stairs calling out that she would be out in a sec, and grabbing her Victorian Goth necklace. She really likes Victorian Goth style things.
She ran back down the stair, flinging the door open, to find Tre standing there.
"You look at spiffed up." She said.
"You look beautiful Annabelle." She smiled, blushing slightly.
He was wearing a black suit with a pink shirt on, and black worn converse on. She shook her head slightly. He offered his arm jokingly, and she took it.
"God, you took for-fucking-ever, so I'm-" Billie stopped when he saw Annabelle. She looked gorgeous.
"Hello Billie, Mike." She stepped in the back seat of the car. "You guys look so nice!" She said.
"You-you look nice to." Mike stuttered. That was an understatement.
They arrived at the party late, of course, to find many people already drunk. Tre led Annabelle by the hand to the bar, sitting her down on a stool, him sitting next to her.
"Order whatever you want." He said.
"Ehh... Hey, you guys have strawberry margaritas?" Annabelle asked. The bartender nodded, "On the rocks." And with that, the bartender started to make her drink.
"I'm impressed." Tre said, raising an eyebrow at her. "Make that two." HE held up two fingers, because the bartender turned the blender on.
Five margaritas later, Annabelle and Tre were dancing.
"So, what is this place again?" She breathed into his ear.
"Uh... I dunno." He shrugged, pulling her close for the slow dance that started up.
"Hmm... " Annabelle rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes to her and Tre swinging in time to the music. He rested his head on top of hers, closing his eyes too.
"Come on... I'm drunk. Lets go... " Billie tapped Tre on the shoulder, pinching his butt.
"Aye, Billie, thought I told you not to do that in public." Tre slurred.
Tre was only a little drunk compared to Billie though. Tre lifted Annabelle into his arms, because apparently, she wasn't going to walk. He carried her out a taxi; they would get their car later.
Tre laid Annabelle down on the seats, lifting her head up so he could sit down too, and he placed her head on his lap.
"We'll get the next one." Billie closed the door and tapped the hood of the car.
Tre started to run his fingers through Annabelle's soft long hair. This caused her to wake up from a little nap she had decided to take, and she smiled up at him.
"Lets go back to your hotel." She whispered, closing her eyes again.
He nodded, smiling, telling the taxi driver the new address. Pulling up to the hotel, Tre whispered thanks, paid the driver, and got out, carrying Annabelle to his room. Halfway up the elevator, she woke up completely, and was extremely hyper (this would be me, seriously... ). She started jumping a little as she got impatient for the elevator. Grabbing his hand, she ran with him to the door. He pulled out his key, grinning, and ran it through the slot.
Annabelle pushed him in, closed the door behind her, she leaned against the door. She pulled on the back of his shirt, bringing Tre close to her, locking their lips. After a few minutes, she felt his tongue slip into her mouth, and she welcomed it. He lifted her up so she wrapped her legs around his waist. He held her up, resting his hands on her butt. HE stumbled to the bed, and fell backwards onto it.
Annabelle giggled. Sitting up so she was straddling him. She ran a hand down from his belly button to his crotch, resting her hand there for a second before undoing his jeans, sliding them off. Tre groaned as she noticed he had a little 'problem', which wasn't all that little.
They undress each other further, and she gasped as he entered her. Moving at a slow pace at first, he picked up the pace. Both of them reaching their climaxes, they collapsed in the bed.
"I really like you." Tre whispered into her ear.
"I really like you too Tre."
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close, and she soon heard him snoring in her ear.
The rest of the day, they just wandered aimlessly around town, getting mobbed a couple times, but it was still fun.
~*Party Night! *~
Annabelle slips into the dress, putting on some eyeliner, and gray eye shadow, with a little bit of mascara on the outer top eyelashes, and the bottom one (this looks really cool!). She heard the doorbell ring, and grabbed her shoes. They were Victorian style high-heeled black ribbon-y shoes that went really well with her dress. She ran back up stairs calling out that she would be out in a sec, and grabbing her Victorian Goth necklace. She really likes Victorian Goth style things.
She ran back down the stair, flinging the door open, to find Tre standing there.
"You look at spiffed up." She said.
"You look beautiful Annabelle." She smiled, blushing slightly.
He was wearing a black suit with a pink shirt on, and black worn converse on. She shook her head slightly. He offered his arm jokingly, and she took it.
"God, you took for-fucking-ever, so I'm-" Billie stopped when he saw Annabelle. She looked gorgeous.
"Hello Billie, Mike." She stepped in the back seat of the car. "You guys look so nice!" She said.
"You-you look nice to." Mike stuttered. That was an understatement.
They arrived at the party late, of course, to find many people already drunk. Tre led Annabelle by the hand to the bar, sitting her down on a stool, him sitting next to her.
"Order whatever you want." He said.
"Ehh... Hey, you guys have strawberry margaritas?" Annabelle asked. The bartender nodded, "On the rocks." And with that, the bartender started to make her drink.
"I'm impressed." Tre said, raising an eyebrow at her. "Make that two." HE held up two fingers, because the bartender turned the blender on.
Five margaritas later, Annabelle and Tre were dancing.
"So, what is this place again?" She breathed into his ear.
"Uh... I dunno." He shrugged, pulling her close for the slow dance that started up.
"Hmm... " Annabelle rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes to her and Tre swinging in time to the music. He rested his head on top of hers, closing his eyes too.
"Come on... I'm drunk. Lets go... " Billie tapped Tre on the shoulder, pinching his butt.
"Aye, Billie, thought I told you not to do that in public." Tre slurred.
Tre was only a little drunk compared to Billie though. Tre lifted Annabelle into his arms, because apparently, she wasn't going to walk. He carried her out a taxi; they would get their car later.
Tre laid Annabelle down on the seats, lifting her head up so he could sit down too, and he placed her head on his lap.
"We'll get the next one." Billie closed the door and tapped the hood of the car.
Tre started to run his fingers through Annabelle's soft long hair. This caused her to wake up from a little nap she had decided to take, and she smiled up at him.
"Lets go back to your hotel." She whispered, closing her eyes again.
He nodded, smiling, telling the taxi driver the new address. Pulling up to the hotel, Tre whispered thanks, paid the driver, and got out, carrying Annabelle to his room. Halfway up the elevator, she woke up completely, and was extremely hyper (this would be me, seriously... ). She started jumping a little as she got impatient for the elevator. Grabbing his hand, she ran with him to the door. He pulled out his key, grinning, and ran it through the slot.
Annabelle pushed him in, closed the door behind her, she leaned against the door. She pulled on the back of his shirt, bringing Tre close to her, locking their lips. After a few minutes, she felt his tongue slip into her mouth, and she welcomed it. He lifted her up so she wrapped her legs around his waist. He held her up, resting his hands on her butt. HE stumbled to the bed, and fell backwards onto it.
Annabelle giggled. Sitting up so she was straddling him. She ran a hand down from his belly button to his crotch, resting her hand there for a second before undoing his jeans, sliding them off. Tre groaned as she noticed he had a little 'problem', which wasn't all that little.
They undress each other further, and she gasped as he entered her. Moving at a slow pace at first, he picked up the pace. Both of them reaching their climaxes, they collapsed in the bed.
"I really like you." Tre whispered into her ear.
"I really like you too Tre."
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close, and she soon heard him snoring in her ear.
