EroticReverie

Grey & Ivy

Grey

Every year we throw an over the top Halloween party for  the neighborhood the weekend before Halloween. Family, friends and neighbors come to "Tricks & Treats"  , so cleverly named by my parents. Every year, she never comes, even though you'd think it's her favorite time of the fucking year, with all the black she constantly wears and dark eye makeup and crystals and shit she wears around her neck.  However, standing in the backyard among a few of my cousins and friends, I spot her with her brother Gregory, wearing matching costumes. He's dressed like the brother from the adams family. Except he's a fit gay guy who always refuses to look unkempt or unattractive, so he's wearing a fitted black and white striped horizontal t shirt, short black shorts, black socks and sneakers.  

I lift my cup to my mouth to hide the twitch of my lips as I lay eyes on Ivy's outfit. She's Wednesday Adams, only, slightly slutty. It's got the classic Wednesday white collar on the dress and is a tight as fuck long sleeved black dress, made of some shiny almost spandex material that hugs her fucking body so good it should be illegal for the thoughts it's giving me. The dress ends right at her finger tips. She's wearing black sheer knee highs, and some platform black heels. I smirk behind my cup as her brother tugs one of her black braids. They're low just like Wednesdays, one on each side of her irritatingly gorgeous face. 

Ivy and I grew up together. Our parents were friends growing up, and so were we. Until we weren't. We were best friends who shared our first kiss at 6 years old in the tree house in her backyard. We stole our second kisses from each other here in my backyard in the garden on the stone bench. We never got a third. Because once we hit our teens we drifted apart. Ivy started wearing dark clothes and even darker make up, and I became a "popular" kid when I started to play basketball. We were both seniors now. She was still..emo..or goth...or whatever the hell you call it. A fucking witch? Who knows. And I'm still me, star basketball player, dating the head cheerleader, and she's still her...probably putting hexes on children and torturing small animals. 

Her eyes seem to be searching for something and I'm not sure what it is, and then they land on me. I raise my brow letting her know I see her, and she quickly averts her gaze and walks off towards the drinks. 

"Excuse me" I say walking from my cousins and friends and stalking my little female marylin manson over to the table. Because even if we're not friends anymore, she's still mine. Whether she knows it or not. 

Ivy

I knew he'd be here. Of course he would be, it's his fucking house. My lips tighten when I lay eyes on him, still bitter years later about how he dropped me for his sports friends and pretty barbie girls. 

It's annoying that without even looking I can feel him coming towards me, knowing he's coming to make some jackass remark to me. 

"Hey Manson" his voice seeps into my skin, fueling rage and other things that I don't care to acknowledge. 

I turn slightly and he's smirking at me, I roll my eyes and pull a red cup from the stack of cups on the table, and ladle myself some random punch, complete with eyeball candy, gummy worms and some other shit. 

"glad you could come up from the underworld to visit us" he says, and I inhale turning to him, glaring. He only smirks again.

"What? No black shit around the eye? What happened? Did hot topic close down?" he cocks his head and gives a lil sarcastic pout.

"If only your brain was as quick as your mouth." I sigh with a sarcastic shrug and take a drink of the punch, wishing I had alcohol to put in it. 

"Nice...costume" I say sarcastically. He's wearing his basketball uniform, high socks, sneakers, and a sweatband around his head. "So clever." I say dryly. 

"Ha, you're one to talk." he says gesturing with his cup in his hand, moving it up in down. "This isn't a far stretch from the hocus pocus shit you wear on the daily" he says and I narrow my eyes. 

"What did you want Grey?" I ask tilting my head to one side. "Or did you just come over to insult me, as always? Are you done yet?" I squint and toss my head to the other side. "Cause I am" I say sharply and turn and walk away. 

I feel him start to walk after me, because he just can't seem to let up on me whenever we're around one another, but then I hear her. His girlfriend Jillian call him. 

"Grey grey!" she beckons him. 

I cringe at the nick name she calls him all the time. It actually makes me physically ill, and causes my eyes to roll almost entirely to the back of my skull. 

I don't bother to look back, and I keep walking, through the crowded party area, past the rows of little mini trees, that have grown as tall as me since we were little, and I push through them and to the garden. It was always my favorite place to come when me and Grey were still close. It's where we had one of our first kisses. I sit on the same stone bench that we shared and sip my drink, staring into the round fountain, that they've put green and orange lights in for the season. I always loved how much his parents loved Halloween. 

I pull my phone out of my small black purse and start to text a few of my friends. I face time Rachel , who insists on being called "Winter". She's very into witch shit, and makes me necklaces and shit to wear. She's made me a dozen or more crystal necklaces, telling me what each one is for, but I couldnt tell you, I forget what they're supposed to do. They're just pretty, and I like them, and I like Winter, even if I think she's a little bonkers. 

"All I need is a lock of his hair and I ca-" Winter says, and I cut her off.

"Absolutely not!" I laugh at her. 

She's offered to put spells on him, or spells on me, to protect me from his pestering bullshit. But I refuse to take part in any of it. I'm not sure I believe in the spells and shit, but, I also don't want to fuck with shit I know nothing about. 

After I hang up with Winter, I thumb through my phone and open up Candy Crush. After a few minutes , I jump almost falling off the bench. 

"Elvira plays Candy Crush?" I hear his voice and he's RIGHT behind me, leaning over my shoulder. 

"Jesus Christ!" I hiss as I almost fall over, ducking away , until I realize it's him and turn and scowl.

"Won't you burn or something if you talk about Christ?" he asks, tapping my arm gesturing for me to slide over. 

The stone benches were big enough for both of us when we were little, but not so much as adults. 

"There's plenty of benches, get your own" I say, but scoot over anyway, he sits down right next to me. And we're so close I can feel his warmth as his body brushes against mine as he sits. 

"Yeah, but this bench has history....it's my favorite" he says looking at me as I stare at the fountain. 

I don't look at him, but feel my throat tighten and keep staring at the fountain and feel myself become nervous, and anxious. 

"Then I'll just move to anot-" I say as I start to get up. 

"Park it" he says, his arm swinging around my waist pulling me back to the bench, right beside him. 

The drink in my cup sloshes slightly spilling over the side, a few drops hitting my leg. He looks down. 

"Sorry" he says and his hand is on my thigh before I can react and his large hand is on me making my breath hitch in surprise that he's touching me. His finger tips are clasped loosely to the inner part of my thigh as he swipes his thumb over the tiny spots of juice on my thigh and then moves his hand and sucks his thumb. 

"There ya go...brand new" he says and slaps my thighs gently a few times and I still sit there jaw slacked, unsure of what to say or do. What's he doing right now?

"Thanks?" I say raising my brows and shaking my head and looking back at the fountain.

"Did you come out here to sumon a demon or something?" he says and I roll my eyes. 

"Do you write these all down, do you just have a little notebook of insults that you add to every night so you never run out of ways to irritate me?" I ask and turn my head to him. 

He tugs my pig tail lightly and I scowl. 

"Maybe"  he says. 

I roll my eyes and turn my head back to the fountain and take a drink from my cup.

"Are you drinking that without alcohol?" he asks and I look at my cup. 

"Uh yeah, they didnt put any in it?" I say and he reaches into his pocket of his shorts and pulls out a flask, unscrews it and goes to pour it in my drink. I stop him. 

"What? You don't drink?" he asks his brows scrunching up. I take the flask. 

"Yes, I do...but I don't like the shit mixed." I say and put the flask to my lips and lift it taking a shot and wincing. 

Grey

I laugh at her wincing and the face she makes as she takes a shot.

"What the hell is this?" she coughs.

"gin." I answer. 

Her eyes go to mine as she coughs and shakes her head. I laugh, and after a moment, she takes another shot. Repeating the same reaction as before and I take it from her. 

"Alright, alright, let's not get messy." I say screwing the cap back on and leaning down setting the flask on the ground. 

As she coughs , I look back at her thighs, kinda wanting to put my hand on them again. She was so fucking soft. Sitting on this bench is giving me a semi, because all I can think about is leaning over and kissing her smart mouth for a third time with my hand on that thigh. 

"You know...you look sort of cute without all that black shit on your eyes." I say.

She scoffs. "Gee, thanks." she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand removing the taste of the leftover gin on her lips. I lick my own wanting to suck them clean for her. 

I grab the end of her pig tail and flip it, playing with it. 

"You ever gonna dye your hair back?" I ask. 

She looks at me and scrunches her nose. "Why?"

I can't help but smile slightly as she scrunches her nose, she reminds of young Ivy when she does that. She always made that face. I look at the little wrinkles in her nose. 

I shrug. "I liked the blonde" I say. 

"Of course you did." she swats my hand from her hair. 

I laugh. "What's that mean?" 

"I don't know Grey Grey, what's it mean?" she puts both hands on her cup and puts them to her knees ,, bunching her tits between her arms, batting her eyelashes at me sarcastically. 

I laugh and she falls back into her own relaxed form. 

"Someone's a bit jealous." I say after letting out a low whistle.

She scoffs. "Oh yeah, that's it." 

"I think you want to be my little blonde cheerleader Ivy" I tease her. 

She gives me a look as if I'm insane. And I am, partially. For satan's fucking mistress beside me. 

"I'd rather fuck a chainsaw" she says. 

I spit out the sip of my drink I was taking and laugh afterward. Which makes her laugh slightly too. I nudge her with my elbow..

"Come on, you don't hate me..." I say. Then I wonder if she does. "Do you?" I add. 

She rolls her eyes and looks away. "Shut up Grey"

"Do you? Is that why you stopped being friends with me?" I ask

She sits up straight and looks at me as if I'm crazy.

"Pretty sure that I'M the one that should be asking that, considering YOU stopped being MY friend when you got too cool for me." she says. 

I feel a little stabbing pain in my chest. 

"I never thought you weren't cool" I say. 

Ivy looks at me again and gives me that, you're full of shit stare.

"Honest...you've always been cool to me.... even when you started to worship the devil" I say and she smacks my leg. 

"I dont worship the devil !" she yells at me and I laugh. 

"I just...didn't think you wanted to hang out with me....plus as soon as you got on the basketball team, you started dating Nikki....and....I took a backseat...which...whatever..." I watch her shrug. "Thats what happens when you grow up"

I swallow hard and watch her face as she talks , seeing that I've hurt her. I always thought it was her, that didn't want to be associated with me, after I became a "cool" kid. 

"I never meant to make you feel like that Ivy" I say. "Honest...you were.....ARE still my best friend...nobody ever took your place....you kicked ass at the best friend gig" I say and she looks up with a slight smile as I nod. 

"You kinda did too." she says and she swings her feet, her shoes scuffing against the stone as she looks down with a shrug. 

"Guess we both just grew apart then...without meaning to" she says. 

"Yea" I say quietly. 

"So....can you stop hating me now?" I ask.

She looks up. "You're an idiot." 

"Ouch" I say holding my chest as if I'm wounded. 

"I never hated you." she says. 

"I just hated how much I missed being your friend" she shrugs. 

I smile and she looks up and scrunches her nose. "Stop!" she says as my smile just keeps growing. 

"I hated not being your best friend too" I say swinging my arm around her shoulder and pulling her into me. 

"Little Satan" I murmur as I kiss the top of her head as it rests on my shoulder. 

She slaps my chest and I laugh and so does she. 

"Friends?" I ask, hugging my arm around her as she leans on me. 

I smile when she nods against my shoulder. 

"friends" she says agreeing.