Jon walked around the basement, a couple shots in and feeling a little buzz creeping up on him. He was quite proud of his accomplishment. Everyone so far was having a good time. He had Lisa at the front door, still dressed as a French maid for added effect, showing in guests and giving directions around the house. Zoe was sitting in a couch next to the dance floor, surrounded by a crowd of guys and girls. Her old Goth personality was gone, now fitting into the role as queen of the social hierarchy. She reminded him a little of how Sarah had been, self center and a bit greedy, but she was still her same, caring self at her core. Of course, she was wearing a black leather corset and black, skintight pants which showed off the shape of her hips and ass. Her corset squeezed her boobs together, giving her even more pronounced cleavage than usual, and her pants were low cut, which not only attracted more would-be one night stands, but also gave her transformed assets their own view of the party as well. Jon himself was getting a lot of attention as well. Guys were congratulating him on a "kick ass" party, while the girls made it clear they wanted a private tour of the bedroom later.
He watched as various people would go into the back hall, taking advantage of the privacy the backrooms had to offer. He could hear people moving around upstairs as well, but he didn't mind. The stone was secure in the safe and nobody would steal anything. He could relax and let the night unfold
"You said we were going to be here forty-five minutes ago, Steven!" Lauren hissed at her boyfriend. "I wanted to see the game end, it was overtime! Besides, it's not like the party isn't going to go on all night," he replied as he approached the house. "That's not the point! You told me we would be here on time and you didn't follow through! You never follow through! It drives me crazy!" Steven rolled his eyes. "Well, what do you want me to do?" he asked. She stomped her foot on Jon's marble floor as they entered. "I wish you would take responsibility for your actions!" she nagged.
"Yeah," he said turning to face her, "well I wish you would shut up."
Flash.
In the basement, Jon felt a strange sensation, like someone had just whispered in his ear. He felt a pulling sensation telling him something had happened upstairs. "Someone made a wish!" he thought, moving towards the staircase.
Liz stood at one end of the bar, looking at Amy across the room. The two were neighbors, and had grown up close friends. They had shared everything together, including their first kiss. They had even fooled around with Zoe in a rather passionate threesome. Amy later told her she was "just curious" and "wanted practice for boys", but it was different for Liz. She had feelings for Amy, and wanted more. It had caused a rift in the friendship, and they were starting to drift apart. Liz had dressed as provocatively as she could, a low cut top and miniskirt, and while plenty of boys and a couple of girls had made passes at her, it was Amy she wanted.
Liz, gulped down the rest of her drink and help back a tear. "I wish she was more into me," she whispered.
Flash.
Amy felt eyes on her and looked across the room to see Liz staring at her. She felt a pang of regret. She did miss her friend, but Liz didn't have what she wanted. While she had fooled around with her, and Zoe, she knew she was definitely more into guys. She liked the feeling of getting fuck. She loved the sensation of being filled, and Liz could not give her that. But now, as she looked at her, Amy felt conflicted. She missed, and maybe even loved, Amy, but she needed physical pleasure to. If only there was a way she could have both.
"Fuck! I just wish she was able to fuck me like an animal," she said into her drink.
Flash.
Liz wasn't the only one wearing a miniskirt. Erie had arrived and was looking intently for Jon. Ever since running into him in the bathroom after school Friday, getting to the party was all she could think about. She had seen the way he checked out her legs, and she wanted to accentuate her best feature.
She paced around the basement, hoping to Jon would notice her. And getting noticed she was, by a pair of guys sitting at the bar. "He Darren, check in out," one whispered, pointing to the girl in the miniskirt. Darren whistled in response. "Nice," he said. "I wish those legs went all the way up."
Flash.
The twins Mary and Kerry stepped onto the dance floor together, knowing the two of them made quite a show when dancing together. The more they got the guys attention together, the better each had a chance to get some action tonight. As planned many of the guys looked up from their drinks and were checking them out.
"That is so hot," Matt said, starring at the twins dancing so close together. "I know," David responded. "I wish I could fuck them both at the same time."
Flash.
"Why should I go?" Renee demanded. "Because you have the best memory?" Jim offered. "Bullshit," she said. "You're all just too lazy to go up and get your own drinks." Brian leaned forward. "Look, Renee, you are a waitress after all. You're used to getting drinks all the time." She scowled. "Yeah, and tonight is my night off. I don't want to do my job, especially when I'm not being paid for it." Brian sat back and threw his hands up in frustration. "Renee, I wish you would just bring everyone the drinks they wanted!"
Flash.
Nate didn't know why he was here. Parties aren't really his thing and he didn't really know anyone here. Hell, he didn't really know anyone period. Nate didn't get people, he got computers. It was a lot easier to deal with programming code than social relations. So, he just wandered the house, looking for anything that might interest him. Eventually, his wandering took him upstairs where he found a massive bedroom. Looking around, he could see it was Jon's. Feeling a tad adventurous, he decided to look around. As he opened the door to Jon's study, his jaw dropped. "That lucky son of a bitch," he said, moving forward to examine Jon's personal computer.
Just as he sat in the desk chair, he heard foot steps approaching. He looked up to see Vicki, one of the cheerleaders enter the room. "Oh!" she exclaimed, seeing Nate. "I saw the door open and though Jon might be in here. My mistake," she said, turning to leave. "That lucky son of a bitch," Nate repeated. Jon had everything. The best house, the best toys, and the best girls. As soon as Vicki saw him, he was immediately forgotten. He turned his attention back to the computer's power switch. "I wish I could turn her on as easily as I this."
Flash.
