Music, dancing and alcohol. Sounds like my idea of a good time. While Harry and Aimee dived straight into the party, I tried my hardest to drag Silas and Livvy to join me and dance but to no avail. They were happy to sit around the edge of the group, drinking and watching.
Well I certainly wasn't going to spend my evening like that. A couple of shots of vodka later and I was surrounded by people, dancing right in the centre of the crowd. I could see Harry out of the corner of my eye, but the others had disappeared from view. It didn't bother me, I knew the others could handle themselves.
I was really starting to let go when I felt a pair of hands on my hips and someone's head close to my ear.
"Hey beautiful," a strange voice said in my ear. "I haven't seen you around here before."
"That's because I'm not from around these parts," I said, turning to examine the guy standing behind me. He was cute in much the same way Harry was; tall and muscular with blonde surfer hair.
"Then let me get you a drink and I'll show you around."
I let him lead me away from the bonfire and the dancing and took the beer he offered me.
"So if you're not from round here then what brings you here?"
"I'm on a road trip with some school friends. One big party after graduation, that sort of thing."
"Sounds cool, I did something similar after I graduated. It was pretty awesome. So what do they call you? I'm sure a pretty girl like you has a pretty name."
"I'm Flossie," I said, ignoring the cheesiness of the guy's chat up line. "And what do they call you?"
"Ian. It's lovely to meet you Flossie."
"And you," I replied, looking up at him from under my eyelashes. "Want to dance?"
"I thought you wouldn't ask," he said, taking my hand and leading me back into the crush of people surrounding the bonfire. We started off dancing as far apart as the people around us would allow but then Ian started to get ideas. His hands went around my waist, pulling my body against his and wrapping my arms around his neck.
"I hope you know you're the sexiest girl here," he whispered in my ear, his hands moving down my body to my hips.
"I'm sure you say that to all the strange girls you meet at parties."
"But out of all the strange girls at this party, you're the only one I want to dance with." His lips brushed my ear, kissing the skin lightly.
"Well that's fortunate, because you are a pretty good dancer."
His low laugh rumbled in my ear as his lips caressed the delicate area behind my ear, moving down until he was kissing my neck. I put my spare hand in his hair, pulling his head up so it was millimetres away from mine. I could feel his breath on my face as he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine.
They felt nice, soft and inviting as he kissed me again, this time more passionately as our mouths opened and I felt his tongue on mine. If I hadn't been in an unfamiliar place and surrounded by strangers, I probably wouldn't have given in so easily. But the danger of kissing someone I hardly knew excited me.
If my mother could have seen me she would have had a coronary. To her I was still her baby girl. She didn't realise I was an adult now.
Ian's hands slid from my hips and onto my ass, pulling me as close to him as possible.
I pulled away from him, turning around so my back was pressed against him and his hands moved back to my hips.
"Playing hard to get?" He joked.
"I wouldn't want you to think I was a slut now, would I."
He laughed again, his lips kissing the base of my neck as our bodies moved in time with the music.
"Want to go some place a little bit quieter?" Ian asked.
"I told you I'm not that kind of girl," I protested weakly.
"I know. But I can tell you're a girl who likes to have a good time. Why not have a good time with me?"
A new, ultra-confident me I didn't recognise nodded, allowing Ian to lead me away from the dancing and into the darkness of the rest of the beach. I looked back to check that the others were alright and stopped in my tracks. Harry, Livvy and Silas were all exactly where I expected them to be, but as my eyes settled on Aimee I couldn't quite process what I was seeing.
She was dancing and having fun just like everyone else, but that wasn't what was weird. It was the person she was dancing with, the person she was kissing. It was a girl.