I flicked through the sheets of the table plans. I saw my name and Mike's. I started to draw swirly patterns around us and smiled. "Who did you say were next to Vincent?" Vivian asked thought the phone.
"Vic," I sighed.
"Okay," she replied.
"Listen, I need to take a work call," I lied.
"Alright, I'll call you later,"
"Yeah, thank you," I smiled a little. I hung up and placed my phone on the table. I put my head in my hands tiredly. After a minute of being like that I felt arms slip around my waist. I leant back and put my head against Mike's chest. He kissed me gently on top of my head. I tilted my head back and Mike leant down to kiss my lips. He moved to my neck and collar bone. I smiled and laughed against the side of his face.
"I'm taking you out," Mike said smoothly.
"What?" I muttered.
"Go and get your bag. You and I are going to have some fun, because you're always so damn serious since the wedding planning has started,"
"I just want things to be perfect," I explained.
"And they will be. But that doesn't mean Whiskey can't take you out, feed you something strong and get you high till you be pumping up those hips," Mike said casually. I looked up at him and laughed. I stood up and wrapped my arms around his neck. He picked me up by my waist and placed me on the table. I pulled him close to me and kissed his cheek.
"Where Whiskey be taking me?" I teased.
"It's seven thirty now. There's a show that starts at eight. It'll be fun,"
"Another concert," I chuckled.
"But this is different,"
"Go on," I urged.
"Small venue, the band is starting out,"
"Sounds interesting,"
"Remember those shows you went to in high school? Where you thought the local guys were the best band ever and everyone went fucking nuts?"
"I miss those shows," I smiled.
"Me too," Mike added. "Come on," he said. I got down and took his hand. He squeezed my hand and we walked to the bus door. We walked outside and started towards the street. We walked a few blocks until we came to an alley. He led me down and stopped in font of a wooden door. He paid for us and we went inside. I could already hear the loud throbbing of music and people screaming at one another. It was dimly lit and my vision was clouded by cigarette smoke.
"I used to live in a place like this at home!" I exclaimed excitedly.
"Bet you were so punk rock," he mocked.
"I was too punk rock for you, babe," I teased. He laughed and we went to the bar. I brought us some drinks and took mine. I drank hungrily leant against Mike. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me to him. We heard screaming and saw the band walk out. They were all twenty at the eldest and covered in piercings. "Was that you?" I bit my lip.
"I looked cooler than that,"
"Are we talking pre or post liberty spikes?"
"Either," he smirked. "I was like 'the cool',"
"Yeah, you won prom king," I said and he groaned.
"I was even cool then! I won it and only turned up wearing a tie with a t-shirt and jeans,"
"I would love you in high school," I grinned. Music started to play loudly. The lead started screaming and the crowd of kids went wild. They started jumping and a mosh pit was formed in the middle of the floor.
"I'd kill to see you in high school," Mike thought. "You were like the 'it' girl,"
"Not really!" I laughed.
"I would have spent every day trying to get you,"
"No you wouldn't," I smirked. "You would have spent your time staring at my boobs and trying to get me to hook up with you,"
"No one wanted to hook up with me," he frowned.
"Of course not, Mr Prom King,"
"Seriously," he smirked.
"Shall I ask Vic?" I teased.
"No," he replied flatly. We stood quietly for a while listening to the music. The band were good considering their age and obvious lack of experience. I got another drink and came back to Mike.
"Okay," I said. "Best pit story! Go," I ordered.
"Hmm . . ." He muttered quietly. "I was nineteen and really high. There was this circle pit at this shit little place. My guys came in and we full on broke the pit up. We started a mosh pit and forced the other people to join in. The changed the pit!" he told me.
"I was sixteen and had only just grew into my boobs,"
"Only?" he mocked.
"I was a late bloomer," I glared. "Anyway, I was showing them off. Got pushed into the pit not thinking it's full of guys, most of which are my age and in the not getting laid club. Basically three guys started to try and grab me, but the lead singer saw. He full on surfed to me and was in the pit until I could get out,"
"I can't beat that," Mike sighed.
"One of the best nights ever," I grinned. We watched the music and after a while Mike nudged me. "What?" I questioned.
"Want to go outside?'
"Depends," I smirked.
"What?"
"You got anything?" I asked quietly.
"You're just using me," he joked.
"You like being used," I muttered.
"Oh, do I now?" he bit his lip seductively.
"Stop it and come on," I said quickly. I took his hand and we went outside. I leaned up against the wall. Mike got out a joint and lit it for us. I slid down the wall and he copied me. He took one long drag to start and I watched his eyes roll back. I wrung my hands anxiously, sighing in relief when he passed it to me. I took a drag. I inhaled deeply then turned to Mike, exhaling. He breathed in the smoke. I passed it to him and then back to me. When we were finished he stood up. He pulled me up and we started walking. We passed a stretch of grass and squinted through the dark.
"Want to do something fun?" Mike asked. I nodded and we started running. When we got closer I realised we were running at a bouncy castle. I jumped on and fell face first. Mike laughed loudly and jumped up high. I got up and jumped, holding onto him. We both fell down and started laughing. I was lying in the corner of the bouncy castle. Mike rolled on top of me and leaned down to kiss me. I smiled and kissed him back passionately. I rolled him over so I was on top. I sat on his hips and he held mine. His hands went inside my tank top and he started to tickle my stomach. He eventually pulled my top over my head and threw it to the side. Mike started to unbutton his jeans and I laughed. I pulled down mine and lay back down on him. "Are we really doing this?" Mike asked.
"Yeah," I grinned. Then I let him get on top.
"Not in the mood for foreplay?" he teased. I laughed and shook my head.
"Not on a fucking bouncy castle," I laughed.
"I love you," Mike breathed as he kissed my breasts.
"I love you," I told him back and pulled him close to me. I started to kiss down his neck, leaving marks. My hand travelled slowly down to his crotch and I pulled his boxers down. I stroked him gently, softly rubbing my hand over the head.
"Babe," Mike groaned.
"You're hard," I whispered.
"You make me hard," he said roughly. "Shit," he added.
"What?" I asked.
"I've got nothing with me,"
"I don't care," I told him.
"Sure?" he asked hopefully.
"Yeah," I nodded. Then Mike pulled my underwear down fluidly. I spread my legs and he got ready before he pushed himself inside me. I grabbed his shoulders, digging my nails in as he started to thrust hard. I moved my hips to meet his thrusts.
"I'm close," he told me.
"I know," I nodded. Then as he came inside me someone banged on the bouncy castle wall. "Shit!" I exclaimed.
"What?" Mike asked.
"Someone's outside," I muttered.
"Really?" he asked and I nodded. "Fuck off!" Mike yelled.
"You're on my property. The police are on their way," a voice replied.
"Fuck," Mike breathed.
"We need to go," I urged. Then we heard sirens. Mike pulled me up and I pulled my underwear up. Then before I could get my clothes Mike pulled me out as a police car came into view. We started running. I came to a stop in the shadow of a building. "Give me your shirt!" I snapped.
"I'm not walking back in my boxers," he laughed.
"I'm not walking back in my underwear," I glared.
"Fine," he rolled his eyes. Mike gave me his shirt and I pulled it on. "Hey, Kay'?" he asked.
"Yeah?"
"This was fun,"
"It was," I grinned. He took my hand and we walked quickly back to the bus, getting stares from people in cars. I opened the bus door and everyone turned to stare at us before they started laughing.
"Where are your clothes?" Vic asked, his eyes bright.
"I . . . lost them," I frowned.
"How?" Abby giggled and I glared at her.

Notes

I hope you liked this! Please let me know what you think! This was inspired by my friend at work who actually had sex with her boyfriend on a bouncy castle! I'll update soon! :)