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We roll up to a fishing shack standard for the cut. The place is crawling with people; in the front yard, and from what I can tell the back yard, plus people seem to be spilling from the house itself.

"Oh this is like a big party," I say as John B finds a spot in the street to park.

"Yeah, come on. You guys gotta meet Travis," he says as we climb out of the van. JJ hands John B the whiskey and the vodka. Sarah immediately snatches the vodka and opens it, taking a big gulp. She grimaces.

"Okay, lets go," she says confidently.

The four of us make our way through the crowd and go into the house. Inside is even more packed than outside. People are literally everywhere: on every piece of furniture, leaning against every surface. A haze of cigarette and weed smoke hangs in the air. People stop John B and JJ all along the way, offering hellos and handshakes as we move through to the kitchen. John B goes right up to a tall boy with long, black, shaggy hair. He has a few tattoos and a lip piercing.

"Aye, John B!" he says enthusiastically. "And JJ!" He daps each of them up. "And who are these two fine ladies you've brought me?"

"This is Sarah," John B motions to Sarah, "and Sunny," he points to me.

"Sarah and Sunny," he repeats, looking us over. "How'd these two get you gorgeous ladies to slum it with them? Y'all from around here?"

"We're both from here," I answer for us.

I can see the wheels turning in his head. He must know we go to the academy. "Well, any hot friends of these two are hot friends of mine," he says.

"Yeah...we're gonna make a lap," John B says, placing his hand on Sarah's back and steering her away from Travis. JJ and I follow.

"Hey, where's the tequila?" I ask, reaching into JJ's front pocket. I feel his keys and nothing else.

"Hey now, easy!" he says, pulling away from me. "You can't be feeling me up in public. It's in this pocket." He reaches down into the side pocket of his shorts and produces the liquor bottle. I open it and start drinking as we walk around. We do a full loop of the party and end up back in the kitchen, where this Travis guy we met a bit ago is doing shots with two boys I recognize, but don't remember the names of.

"Hey," JJ says to me as he looks down at his phone. "I gotta go meet my cousin down the street, he has my weed. Stay with Sarah and John B, okay? I'll be right back."

"Okay," I say as he walks off. I move closer to Sarah and John B, who are laughing at something. "Hey, JJ's going to get weed, so I'm hanging with you," I tell John B when he sees JJ walking away.

"Cool," he says, bringing the bottle of whiskey to his lips for another drink.

"Hey, Sunny, right?" Travis asks as he walks up to us.

"Yeah," I reply.

"So, I didn't put the pieces together earlier, but you're the Sunny," he says, looking at me expectantly.

"Am I?"

"Yeah. Sunny Blume. Blume Farms. My brother works for your parents," he says.

"Oh, who's your brother?"

"Trevor," he says.

"Oh okay, yeah! I know Trevor. Nice guy," I say, actually meaning it. Trevor is one of the younger farmhands, probably in his early to mid twenties. He's been working for my parents for a little under two years.

"Yeah, he said you were smokin' hot, but I'd never seen you in person until now. He sure wasn't lying," Travis says as he reaches out to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear.

"Um..." I see John B whip his phone out and type out a lightning fast text. "What are you doing?" I ask Travis.

"Look, babe, you're gorgeous, I just want to get to know you a little better," he says, stepping closer.

"Sunny's kinda spoken for, man," John B says, stepping in.

"Oh, wait, you came here with Maybank. My bad. No disrespect. You really are beautiful though. Hit me up if it doesn't work out," he says, and he fades back into the crowd.

I look at John B and Sarah. "What did that mean, 'kinda spoken for'?" I ask.

John B gives me a look. "JJ would never forgive me if I let Travis hit on you while he was gone."

"Did you text him that was what was happening?" I ask. "I saw you whip out your phone."

"I may have," he says with a shrug.

"He better not come back here swinging," I warn.

"Nah, he won't. I'm telling him now that he was cool about it," he says as his thumbs fly over his phone.

I roll my eyes. "You better be right. Come on, lets head outside. It's stuffy in here," I say, waving my hand through the thick haze of smoke. The three of us walk out back. Christmas lights are strung up between the trees, and several plastic tables hosting games of beer pong are strewn about the yard.

"I've never felt more out of place than I do right now," Sarah says as she swigs at her vodka. "Everyone is so... laid back. Tell him about how kook parties are, Sunny."

"I mean, they aren't that different. I prefer these kind of parties over kook parties. More casual. And also people don't generally do too much coke and go psycho," I say as I survey the people in the yard. Everyone's smiling and having a good time. No one stares at Sarah or I the way the kooks stare at south siders who end up at their parties. I think back to the night at Topper's when JJ was stared down by several people simply because of where he lives.

"I feel less judged here than I do at parties with my own kind," Sarah jokes.

"Why do you think I hang out with the people I do?" I ask her. I feel hands move around my waist from behind and I stiffen until I hear a familiar voice in my ear.

"I can't go anywhere without someone trying to flirt with you," JJ says.

I turn around and look up at him. "Well, I'm kinda cute, ya know," I say with a shrug.

"Understatement," he says. He leans down and puts his mouth by my ear again. "You're fucking hot."

I lean back and look up at him again, eyebrows raised and my bottom lip between my teeth. "Oh yeah? You like what you see?" I ask.

He takes a long drink of his tequila as he looks me up and down. "You don't know the half of it."

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The four of us walk around the party, sipping at our liquor and stopping to talk with people. A handful of people recognize me because of their ties to the farm, but Sarah remains incognito for the most part, which pleases her.

After a few hours of wandering aimlessly through the yard, my tequila is gone and I'm very drunk. I can't keep my hands off JJ, and I can tell he loves it. The liquid courage in my veins has completely taken over.

"Your hair is so soft and fluffy," I say as I run my fingers through the hair poking out from under his hat. I'm sitting on the railing of the back porch as he stands between my dangling legs. His hands rest on my thighs.

"I don't do anything special to it," he says.

"I know. Do you even own a hairbrush?"

"No. I don't think I've ever even brushed it. I just kind of... leave it be," he says.

"I wonder what it would look like if I brushed it. Can I do it after you shower one day?"

"You can do whatever you want to me," he says.

"Oh, can I, now?" I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. His hands slide up to my hips.

"You know I can't say no to you," he says.

"You did after Patrick's party," I remind him. "You 'resisted' me," I tease.

"I thought it was the right thing to do at the time," he says. "And you thanked me for it the next day."

"I know, but..."

"But what?" he presses.

"Maybe I don't want you to resist."

"So, like, I should do more of this?" He leans in and presses his lips to mine, sending a lightning bolt straight to my core.

"COPS!" someone yells out, and he pulls back. It's instant pandemonium.

"Shit!" JJ says, lifting me off the railing and setting me on my feet. "Come on, this way," he says, grabbing my hand and yanking me off the porch.

"Where are we going?" I ask as I follow behind him. We're walking quickly, cutting through people's yards. I get disoriented quickly due to all the turns and shortcuts, and I don't know where we are. JJ keeps leading me through the dark neighborhood, sure of his path, and I stumble along behind him. He grabs my hand again when he finally slows down.

"Where are we?" I ask, looking around.

"We're going to my house," he says, and I bristle beside him. "My dad's out of town," he says, sensing my trepidation.

"What about Sarah and John B?" I ask him. On cue, our phones both ding. I take mine out of my pocket and look at the message.

Sarah🍷
Heading to Johnbs stay awayyyyyy

I laugh out loud at the message. "Sarah said 'heading to John B's, stay away'."

"John B said 'stay golden, Pony Boy'."

"I don't want to think about what they're gonna do," I say.

We reach JJ's house after a few more blocks, and he lets us into the house, locking the door behind him. He leads me into the living room and we sit on the couch.

"Fuck, I'm drunk," he says as he leans forward. "I didn't even touch the weed I got." He pulls the bag from his pocket and looks at it.

"Save it, then."

"Yeah." He puts the bag back in his pocket and looks over at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Just trying to decide if I'm going to be able to resist you again tonight or not," he says, and my heart begins to race in my chest.

"Which way are you leaning?" I ask. I stand from my spot on the couch and move in front of him, leaning down as I place my hands on his thighs.

He looks down my shirt, then back up at my face. "I'm leaning towards no."

I push his shoulders back and straddle his lap. "That's what I was hoping you'd say." I put my arms around his neck. "I have a question."

"Okay," he says. I feel his hands sliding up the outside of my thighs.

"What would've happened if John B hadn't come back a couple nights ago?"

"Do you mean the night I first kissed you?" he asks.

"Yeah."

"We can pick up where we left off and I can show you," he says suggestively.

I take his hat and toss it in the floor. I lean forward and attach my lips to his once again, and it's as electrifying as it was just a little while ago. He immediately deepens the kiss with a swipe of his tongue along my bottom lip. His hands move to my hips, squeezing gently, while my hands tangle into his hair. I'm disappointed for half a second when his lips leave mine, but satisfaction returns as they trail my jaw and make their way to my neck. I sigh as he places open-mouthed kisses in a line from behind my ear to the base of my throat.

"What do you want?" he whispers against my neck.

"Anything," I breathe. He sucks hard at the sensitive spot behind my ear, then smooths it over with his tongue.

"Anything?" he repeats, moving his lips back down my neck slowly.

"Mm, yes," I murmur as he sucks harshly at my neck again.

His hands slide from their resting place on my hips to grip underneath my thighs. He stands up from the couch easily, without me even moving off of his lap. The strength that takes...

I wrap my legs around his waist and rest my forehead against his as he carries me down the hallway towards his bedroom. The door shuts with a soft click behind us, and the energy in the room immediately shifts. He lowers me to my feet slowly. Excitement and nervousness pools in my belly as I anticipate what is to come.

He swallows hard. "Um, do you want to get on the bed?" he asks. His nervousness matches mine, and it makes my heart swell. I nod and reach for his hands, pulling him with me as I back up against the edge of the bed. I sit down slowly and scoot backwards, positioning myself in the center of the bed with my head on the pillow. He closes his eyes for a moment, sucking in a deep breath before letting it out again.

He drops to his knees on the bed and leans forward on his arms, crawling towards me, coming to a stop at my side. He lowers his lips to mine and plants a soft, slow kiss on my mouth. He pulls back a fraction of an inch to catch his breath.

I thread my fingers into his hair and pull his face back towards me, capturing his mouth in another kiss. I tug lightly at his hair and slide my tongue in his mouth when he gasps. His hand trails lightly up my leg from my knee to the top of my thigh before grasping firmly at my hip. I hook my leg around the back of his thigh to pull him against me. He's already straining against his shorts. I reach between us and run my hand up and down his length. He moans softly into my mouth.

"Fuck," he groans when I do it a second time. "You literally just have to exist and you make me hard." He kisses my lips softly. "Lay on your back."

I unhook my leg from around him and lay back. He props himself up on his elbow again and moves his mouth to my neck, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses against the thin skin there. His other hand skims up the inside of my thigh and comes to rest on my stomach.

"I want to make you feel good," he whispers as he toys with the top of my shorts. I groan in frustration when he dips his fingertips just under the waistband then removes them again. He smirks. "Can we get rid of these?" he asks. I quickly reach down and undo the button and zipper as he sits up and hooks his thumbs into either side of the fabric against my hips. I lift my hips slightly as he begins to pull down my shorts and my panties at the same time. He tosses them both in the floor. I sit up just the slightest bit to chuck my shirt in the floor along with my bottoms. He shifts, getting up on his hands and knees to hover over me. He shoves the covers back as he leans down and places a dainty kiss on my lips. I watch as he moves down my body slowly, leaning down to plant kisses down my stomach. The anticipation of what's coming makes my heart rate soar, and my chest rises and falls rapidly as his trail of kisses gets closer to my now-aching center. He sucks hard at the skin over my hip bone, making me squirm. I feel his mouth quirk into a grin before repeating the action.

"Stop teasing," I groan as my hands find his unruly hair. My frustration earns a chuckle from him.

"Oh, you mean like this?" he asks, planting a series of wet kisses against my inner thigh.

"JJ," I whine, squirming underneath him again. I try to push his head towards my soaked core.

He lightly flicks his tongue against my clit, causing me to cry out. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes," I moan, pushing his head down again.

He spreads my thighs farther apart with his hands and looks up at me. "As you wish." He attaches his mouth to my clit, tracing slow circles over it with his tongue. I let out a moan of relief and he backs off again. "You'll alert the whole neighborhood," he says with a chuckle.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," I huff, pushing his head down again. I hear another quiet chuckle before he attaches his mouth to me again, once again starting up the slow circular motion of his tongue. I moan again, trying to be a little quieter, but I'm not sure I succeed. He goes slowly at first, but picks up speed as I tug more harshly at his hair. He slides in one finger, then quickly adds another when I arch my back slightly and moan at the welcome intrusion.

"Fuck," I say in a strained whisper. I hear a quiet whimper of pain from down below. "Sorry," I say, removing my hands from his hair. "I'm just so close already," I tell him, involuntarily arching my back again. He curls his fingers inside me and applies more pressure with his tongue at my confession, sending me over the edge moments later as I moan his name and crumple the sheets tightly in my fists.

As I ascend from my high, I feel him slowly withdraw his fingers. I look down at him as he wipes them on the fitted sheet and crawls back up my body, stopping to kiss me. I can taste the tangy sweetness on his tongue and lips. He lays on his side and looks over at me, a wide smile on his face.

"Now you can't say you've never been on the receiving end," he says with a smirk.

"That's what I've been missing?" I ask as I try to catch my breath.

"Guess so," he says with a shrug. He still wears that damn smirk. He knows how good it was for me.

"It's only fair if I return the favor, right?" I sit up and scoot off the bed, sinking to my knees in the floor. JJ eagerly rolls over to the side of the bed and sits up, letting his feet hit the floor. He lifts his hips briefly to pull down his shorts and boxer briefs, letting them rest on his ankles. I position myself in front of him and grasp his impressive length in my hand. I glance up at him for a moment, seeing his smirk has grown even cockier as he looks down at me. Of course the smug bastard would be well-endowed. Am I even surprised?

Without breaking eye contact, I take as much of him as I can into my mouth and use my hand on the rest. I watch as his head rolls back and he lets out a soft moan. I start slowly, working him with my mouth, tongue, and hand. He's quickly falling apart above me. I increase my pace slightly, earning moans and curse words for my work.

"Fuck, it's going to be quick," he says, his voice as strained as mine was only minutes ago. A strange sense of pride swells in my chest as I continue bobbing up and down on him, trying to take more of him in my mouth. I fight, and win, against the urge to gag as I feel him hit the back of my throat. I only have to do this a handful of times before I feel his body tense, ready for release. "Sunny, I'm gonna come," he says, his voice strained to it's breaking point. I push him into my throat as I feel him go rigid and release, swallowing it down. "Fuck," he says, dragging the word out as he comes down from his high. He falls back on the bed as I release him from my mouth and drop my hand.

"Jesus, woman," he says with a deep chuckle.

I grab my panties from the floor and pull them back on before sitting beside him on the bed. He sits up, too, pulling his boxer briefs back up from around his ankles. He kicks his shorts away, leaving them in the floor. I grab under his chin and turn his face towards mine, stealing one more kiss. He makes a face when I pull away.

"What?" I ask.

"I just came in your mouth," he says.

"Okay, you kissed me right after you finished me off. What's the difference?" I ask.

"I guess there is none," he says with a shrug. He looks away for a moment. "Fuck."

"What?"

"I feel like I'm going to black out," he says with a chuckle. He lays down slowly. "Can we go to sleep?"

"Yeah," I say, crawling over beside him.

I'm out before I even realize I've fallen asleep.

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