I waded through the crowded pool, water lapping against my chest as I moved. My eyes stayed on May's smile, the way the late afternoon sun caught on her skin and made her blonde hair glow.
"Hey there, handsome." A girl with bright pink braids suddenly hooked her arms behind my neck, pressing her slick, warm body flush against mine. She danced to the pounding beat, hips rolling without a care for where I was trying to go. Her breath was sweet and boozy against my skin.
"Sorry," I started, May and I still locked on each other.
May tapped Harmione's shoulder, laughing as she pointed me out, clearly amused by the girl now clinging to me like a second skin.
"How you feeling?" the pink-braided girl purred, pressing even closer, her wet curves sliding against my torso. "I want to feel you against me."
Please. Please.
