This will be my summer

Chapter 10 - barn party

“A barn? Really?” I looked at Ashley, not exactly believing what she just said.

She shrugged and rolled her eyes. “It’s not really a barn. More like a house in the woods, with a barn.”

I just stared at her. “Yeah. That is so much less unsettling.”

She rolled her eyes again and sighed. “Do I really have to put the flour in now? That seems wrong”, she asked me. I pointed at the flour in her hands and then at the pot she was standing in front of.

I had decided that living off take-out, even though Ashley was mostly paying for it, was too expensive and definitely not healthy. So I decided to cook for us tonight. It was Tuesday, I had picked up a double shift at the coffee shop yesterday and another one today. I was really making good money there, especially as I was now part of the tip pool, which was very nice.

But nonetheless, tonight I was in the mood for some pasta with a homemade sauce with tomatoes and tuna, it was one of my favorites. I wasn’t really a good cook, but better than Ashley for sure. Just thinking about the eggs she tried to make still made me cringe.

Right now, she was preparing the sauce and I was cutting tomatoes. She didn’t really want to cook, but I had decided to pass my wisdom on to her. Meanwhile she was telling me about a party she had heard of organized by the frat guys.

I poured the tomatoes and tuna into the sauce and watched the pasta to make sure it wouldn’t boil over. “So, they rent busses to take people to a barn, oh, pardon me, a house in the woods to party there. Why exactly? They could just party at the frat house.”

Ashley shrugged. “I don’t know why. It’s a tradition around here for all the people staying over the summer. They have another one in the fall. And it’s nice, there is no one out there to complain about the loud music or people drinking. Also, I think they are making money off of it. People have to buy tickets for the busses.”

I just stared at her. “Oh, even better. No one there to turn to if something goes wrong and I have to pay to go. No thanks.”

Ashley rolled her eyes. “Stop being such a negative Nancy. It is fun, a beautiful house in the country we get to party in. Besides, we don’t have to pay. The guy I hooked up with last weekend told me about it and said we could come for free.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Did he tell you before or after he banged you?”

Ashley rolled her eyes. “After. He texted me.”

I raised my eyebrows even further if that was even possible. “Texted you? What happened to ‘no strings attached’”?

She shook her head. “No, it’s not like that. He seemed like an okay guy, but nothing I would want in a relationship. I just gave him my number to tell me about the parties they are planning.”

“Mhm”, I replied with a look on my face that told her I believed her as much as cows could fly.

Ashley rolled her eyes again. “No, really.”

“Sure. Why don’t you ask Logan if he wants to come too?”, I said with a grin.

Ashley turned bright red in a second and pouted. “You’re mean!”

I laughed. Then I checked if the pasta was done and poured it in a sieve to drain the water.

When we sat down on the couch to eat, Ashley asked me again if I wanted to go.

“Sure, let’s do that. At least I’ll get out of this town, it’s not like I was really lucky with boys here lately”, I replied.

She looked back at me. “Well, you got two of the hottest guys I have ever seen before we even got here. Maybe things didn’t go that well here, but if that record continues, this weekend will blow your mind.”

She wasn’t wrong. And the experience I had here wasn’t all bad. When I thought back to the night I had with the two brothers, my cheeks started burning a bit.

We ate our pasta talking about boys and watching trash tv for several hours before falling into bed.

I picked up more shifts during the week while Ashley mostly spent time with her friends. She invited me to come too, but this way I could make money and still have time to party on the weekend.

Then the weekend finally got here. Ashley told me to wear my high heels, even though I thought it was stupid to wear heels on a barn party. But she did the same, so I complied. Besides that, I wore short high waisted jeans and a white lace top that was barely more than a bra. Ashley wore a brown fake leather skirt and a similar top. We had decided to turn it down a bit and adjust our style to the country life, except for the heels.

Around 9 pm we got to the frat house. Ashley was greeted by the frat guy she had hooked up with the last weekend and he let us on the bus without tickets, which caused some younger girls to almost cause a scene. It made me feel special, even though Ashley was the one that got invited. The night was definitely starting good. Once the bus got moving, they started passing around bottles with alcohol. We got a little drunk but had both decided to take it easy. I think Ashley was still worried about me and wanted to take care of me.

Then we got there after about an hour of driving. When I looked out the window, I was surprised to actually find a farmhouse with a barn and nothing else for miles. The barn was a little off to the right and huge, we could hear loud music coming from there. Apparently, they had an actual dance floor in there and a bar. Judging by the sounds coming out of there, the party had already begun.

The farmhouse to our left was actually cute. If it hadn’t been for a bunch of drunk people standing around there and playing drinking games, it would have looked like it belonged to a romantic movie. It was huge, made of wood, with a big wrap-around porch with rocking chairs on it. You could see the countryside until the horizon from the front, and behind the house was a small forest with big trees.

“That’s where the frat guys stay for the night”, Ashley told me. “So, if you want to hook up with someone, pick one of those. Everybody else has to go to the woods behind it.” She pointed towards the trees with a meaningful look that made me laugh. “Noted”, I replied.

We entered the house first to look around and get some drinks. Right after we had walked in, Ashley froze and stared at a tall guy on the other side of the open first floor. Not sure if her face meant excitement or disgust, I said: “He’s cute.”

Ashley exhaled sharply. “No, he’s an asshole. You never met him, but that’s the guy I dated freshman year. He wanted to take me on a weekend trip and when I showed up, he had already left with another girl.”

“Oh, that asshole.” I stared at him with the same disgust that I had heard in her voice, even though her face still looked like she was craving him.

“Go in there, talk to him”, I told her. She looked at me like I was crazy.

“Ashley, you’re my best friend. I would do anything for you. You’ve grown so much since freshman year and you look hot as hell tonight. So, go and shove it in his face until he regrets dumping you.”

She looked down on the floor and back up at me again, shy and unsure. “You think?”

I dramatically breathed out and waved my hand. “Honey, you’re so hot tonight, I’m surprised the floor hasn’t started burning yet. You don’t have to talk to him, but if you want to, I’m here with you. And we’ll show him what he missed out on!”

Ashley’s shy smile grew bigger. “Hell yeah!”, she said. “Hell yeah!”, I replied. We laughed and walked in together, heading for the bar first.

“You know what, I’m not gonna talk to him”, Ashley said after she got a drink. “Instead I’ll find the hottest guy in here and rub that in his face.”

I put a hand on my chest and wiped an imaginary tear from my eye with the other one. “I’m so proud of my little girl. So grown up.”

Ashley shoved me a bit in a friendly way, then took off to talk to some people she knew.

When I turned back to the bar to get myself a drink, someone took the seat next to me.

“You look like a girl that could use a drink.” I turned around to look at the guy. He was tall with wide shoulders and seemed somewhat familiar. His eyes were brown and he had short dark brown hair, almost military style. Not really my type, but cute.

“Why? Do I look so dry?”, I replied, trying to put on a sexy smile. He laughed a bit, but in an intrigued way, so I guess that was successful.

“Oh, I think we can change that”, he said with a meaningful look up and down my body. I couldn’t help myself but laugh at his bluntness. But he looked cute, was about my age and probably knew what he was doing, so I decided to go for it.

“Well, in that case, why don’t you take me upstairs and we’ll see if you keep your promise”, I replied with a smile. He laughed again, coming closer. Almost touching my lips with his, he said: “Why don’t I take you outside and I’ll show you what I’ve got.”

I pouted a bit. “Aren’t you one of the frat guys? I thought you had rooms upstairs.”

He didn’t move back an inch. “Yeah, but everybody can have s*x in a room. Did you ever have s*x in the woods?”

I leaned back for a moment, tempted. I really had never done that. And this summer was all about new experiences and doing crazy things. Like screwing a guy in the woods.

“You know what, I’m actually falling for that.”

He looked excited at my words. Then he put his arm around me and lead me outside. We walked for a moment and passed several couples, but he took me further into the woods until we were alone.

Suddenly he turned around and started kissing me. He was demanding and I was all in. His hands started to wander over my body, from my breasts down to my butt. With a quick motion he pushed me until my back hit a tree. He pushed himself closer on my body and I could feel that he was excited, and so was I. He started to lift my top and massage my boobs, which made me moan in excitement. He knew exactly what he had to do. I started to touch him too and feel his muscular chest and shoulders through his shirt. With precise movements he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. Without me having to say anything he pulled a condom out of the back pocket of his pants. Quickly he opened his own pants, pulled them down and put it on. But he didn’t get into me yet. For a second he looked at me, then slowly one of his fingers found his way inside me. I inhaled sharply and grabbed his shoulders to keep standing, the feeling was so good. He watched me get more excited for a moment. Then he pulled his fingers out, lifted my legs around his waist and pushed into me. I moaned loudly, not caring if anybody was nearby. This was so damn good. I wrapped my legs around him to hold on and pulled him closer. He stopped kissing me and just looked at me, moving slowly at first and getting faster and faster. It wasn’t exciting in an intimate way, but he knew exactly what he was doing, how he had to touch me to make me moan. I could tell he must’ve had a lot of women, but I didn’t care at all. I just enjoyed the feeling of being close to a man that knew what he was doing. He accelerated even more and I could feel the tension build up inside me. With a loud moan and out of breath I came. A few seconds later when I was already coming down again I could feel him tense up and then let lose too. After a moment of just resting in his embrace he put my legs back on the ground.

“Dang, that was good”, I said, still a little out of breath.

He tossed the used condom away, pulled his pants up and looked at me with a grin. “I didn’t expect anything else from a girl like you.”

I looked at him with a question mark written all over my face. “What?”

He shrugged and laughed. “The guy you hooked up with last week told me to try you out. I mean, after screwing him we all knew you don’t really have any standards.”

He almost looked apologetic, but I didn’t buy it. “Excuse me?”, I said.

“Well, you have the reputation that you are easy to have. And it’s not like you didn’t earn it.”

I stared at him, my excitement turning into anger. “Are you calling me a slut?”

He shrugged again. “Aren’t you one?”

I stared at him, not believing his words. I know what my behavior was like, but it’s not like he was any better. I could tell he had had a lot of women, but no one was calling him a slut. They just did it because I was a girl. A girl that decided to have some fun.

He didn’t even bother to wait for my response and just walked back towards the farm. I could hear the noise in the distance, but suddenly I realized I was all alone in the forest at night. Hurryingly, I put my pants back on and tried to find the way back. I wasn’t just pissed that he called me a slut but also that he would just abandon me here. I wasn’t even worth the wait to make sure I got back to the party safely. And the night had been going so well, I couldn’t believe I let myself get angry over such a stupid thing.

But I couldn’t get over it. Maybe because of the word slut. That’s what Benjamin had called me when I tried to wear something pretty. That’s what he had told people what I was after I broke up with him. A slut. Even though he was the only guy I had ever been with at that point.

Angrily I marched back towards the light and noise. “f**k!”, I yelled when the ground suddenly came a lot closer than I would like it to be. Of course that had to happen now. I turned around on all fours to see what I had tripped over. A root. A damn root decided to join the parade of things ruining my otherwise good night. Great.

With a sigh I slowly started to get back up. Immediately a pain shot up my right leg and I fell back down. After taking a deep breath I took off my heels. After walking around in the woods they were pretty much ruined anyway. Slowly I tried to put weight on my right foot again. It hurt, but I could walk. And I wouldn’t let a twisted ankle let me keep from getting back to the party. I needed a drink.

Slowly and barefoot, my shoes in my hand, I limped back towards the tree line, angry at the whole damn world. “Men are trash”, I said out loud in an attempt to get all that anger out.

“Then I guess you don’t want me to help you?”, suddenly a voice said. A familiar voice. For f***s sake, the evening really could get worse. I turned to my right to look at the man standing there. He was just looking at me, a dark silhouette in front of the lighted house. I sighed angrily as he was just too familiar.

Aiden.