The Boy in the Skirt

party

-Luke's pov-

I picked my tight black skirt, that was short enough but not too short. I paired it with my tight black spaghetti strap tank top. I decided on my black lacy panties, adding them to the pile before grabbing my light purple toiletries bag and going into the showers.

"Skirtboys here!" Someone announced. I was currently wearing pink yoga pants and a loose grey t shirt. "Shut the fuck up and leave him alone" a few people defended me. Aaww.

I climbed in and took a long shower, shaving my legs three times, making sure they were perfectly smooth before also shaving my armpits twice. I washed my body a few times before washing my hair.

When I got out, I wrapped myself in my pink and white zebra towel and walking back to my room. Michael was still in the shower. Good. I dried myself completely before putting on my panties and pulling out my lotion bag.

My lotion bag was a pink zip up bag that I put all my lotions in. Kind of like a purse but bigger. A tote but with a zipper. I was debating between vanilla and violet for a few minutes before seeing my cheery blossom one, picking it instead.

I carefully rubbed the perfect amount on my arms and stomach and neck. Michael came in right as I started applying it to my legs. He sighed as I started rubbing it in, waiting for it to disappear.

I wasn't gonna stop for him. I needed smooth and soft skin. When I finished, I put it away and put my bag back, and got up to get dressed. We had 45 minutes to get ready, and before getting dressed, I brushed my teeth.

Michael pulled on some black skinny jeans and one of his metallica shirts. I pulled ln the skirt and tank top and we did our hair at the same time, making things a bit difficult. I sprayed my hair down, making it as close to perfect as it was gonna get before adding a black flower crown on top of it. I decided against the crown and pulled out my large makeup bag.

I did some light black eye shadow over my layer of foundation, adding some dark eyeliner and a couple coats of mascara. "Red or pink lipstick?" I mumbled. Red would look better with black, so I went with red.

I put on a few layers of red lipstick before coating it with my favorite marsmallow lip gloss. I added just a little bit of blush before sighing, looking at my appearance. I liked the way I looked. My skirt short but long enough to barely cover my ass. My tank top clinging to my skin. My makeup light but bold. My hair, and all down to my black high heel shoes.

I loved it. "Michael, do I look okay?" I asked, walking out. I knew I looked hella fine but I wanted to tease him a bit. "We have 10 minutes" i added. He turned around and I saw him freeze for a little. "You look fine" he said. I smiled.

I walled back into the bathroom, lightly spraying some perfume on and  rubbing on a bit of deoderant. "Are you ready?" He asked. I nodded. "Let's go" he said. I followed him to his car and we got in.

"You'll love Zayn" he sarcastically said. I looked at him, a bit confused. "Why won't I like him?" I asked. "He's a total asshole." He told me. "Then why go?" I asked. He sighed.

"Zayns popular. You know this." He said. I nodded. "Of course I know that. But I don't know him. " I explained. He sighed again. "Luke, how often do you like go to parties?" He asked. "This is my first" I admitted. "That explains everything" he nodded. "Why?" I asked. He smiled.

"Zayn goes to nearly every party. He holds a lot of them. Basically if you don't know him, you're not cool. If you've been to parties, you know who he is" he explained. I nodded. "I know who he is I just, I've never met him personally." I told him. He nodded.

"Have you ever been drunk?" He asked. I shook my head and he smirked. "You'll enjoy this" he said, giggling. I sighed. "Just make sure you know where aspirin or something is" he added. I nodded, suddenly unsure of going to this party.

As soon as we got there and i got out, people stared. A girl came up to me. "Oh my god  I love your skirt" she complimented me. I smiled. "Thanks" I blushed a but. I shyly followed Michael inside. "You have to meet Zayn" he said, dragging me through several rooms before finally smiling.

"There he is. ZAYN!" he shouted, making me cringe back a little. A guy with dark hair and tanned skin came over. He had brown eyes, and tattoos covering his arms. He smiled. "Hey beautiful. What's your name?" He asked me, making me blush. "Luke" I shyly told him and he smiled. "I'm Zayn" he said. I nodded. I kind of figured that much.

"Well you're just beautiful." He said. I blushed. "I knew you'd like him" Michael told Zayn, pushing me towards him. "I'll go now. Have fun." He added before leaving, quickly disappearing in the crowds of people.

"And you look so good babe" Zayn added. I shook my head. "I'm not beautiful usually." I said. He smiled. "I'd bet you are" he told me. I blushed a bit more.

"Hit me up sometime babe. I'm gonna go have a drinking contest with Louis" he told me. I nodded. "Have fun" I told him. "Thanks" he laughed before walking off. When I turned around, I ran into an extremely attractive guy.

He had light brown hair and a gorgeous smile. "I'm Tyler." He said. I smiled. "I'm Luke." I introduced myself. "You're extremely hot." He told me. I smiled. "So are you." I answered. "Thanks babe" he said. I nodded.

Suddenly my lips were on his, with his arms around my neck and my hands trailing  all over his sides and hips. His tongue poked into my mouth and our tongues fought for dominance as his hands trailed down my back and to my skirt covered ass.

He squeezed it slightly, making me whine before he slid his hands under my skirt and over my lace panties. I froze. "Panties?" He asked, pulling away from the kiss and looking into my eyes. I nodded.

"So fucking hot" he growled, kissing me again. "TYLER!" someone yelled, and we both looked. A guy was waving him over. "Sorry babe." He sighed before walking away.

I smiled and turned around, walking towards the kitchen. I stared blankly at the several bottles of alcohol. There were different colors, types, sizes, shapes, and brands. I was so confused.

"Need some help babe?" Someone whispered in my ear. I turned around and saw Michael. He was tipsy and seemed to know what he was doing. So I agreed.

"Um, sure. Thanks." I said. He nodded, pulling out some orange juice and a bottle of vodka. He mixed uneven amounts in a cup and handed it to me. "Here" he said. "Thanks" I answered and he stood there, watching me. "What?" I asked.

"I wanna see you take your first drink." He explained. I sighed and took a drink. It was strong and I made a weird face, causing him to laugh as I took a bug gulp.

So since I'm planning loads for this chapter it will be divided in two. Love you xx