Corn, Cows, and the Apocalypse (Part 1) by Felicia Jedlicka Page B

considering how long he’s been waiting for me to give in. 
                  The second stupid decision was the dress.  I didn’t have a lot of sexy clothes, so I altered a long dress from my closet to make it a short dress.  It was a little too short, and after I removed the sleeves and cut into the bodice to add lace, it was much to revealing.  It was a few pounds too tight as well.  When I finally slipped it on, my breasts were shoved up like I was laced into a bustier. 
                  My third stupid decision was making my intentions known to Devin in front of everyone.  Alas, all the other decisions could have been erased if I would have only discreetly drug Devin upstairs like a normal rendezvous.   
                  By the time I made it down to the bonfire in the backyard, I was thoroughly toasted.  My three friends were illuminated by the fire they were sitting around.  When I arrived August started speaking before the firelight had illuminated me.
                  “Oh, Lenore, at last, I want you to…”  She trailed off as the fire revealed my very little black dress.  “What are you wearing?”
                  “I wanted something nice to mark the occasion.”  I said or slurred, depending on how it sounded to them. 
                  Devin whistled.  “Well, well, well, Lenore.  I wasn’t sure you had any shape under those t-shirts, but there you are.”
                  “Shut-up, Devin.”  Haden snarled. 
                  “It’s okay, Haden.”  I said misinterpreting the reason for her defensiveness.  “I don’t mind the attention.  Not tonight.”  I sat down on Devin’s lap and he jumped in shock, but welcomed me by wrapping his arms around me. 
                  “What has gotten into you, Lenore?”  August chided.
                  “Nothing…yet.”  I smiled and squirmed against Devin’s lap.  He smiled broadly and chuckled. 
                  “Are you drunk?”  August asked standing up. 
                  “Yeah, yeah, shush mom.”  I waved my hand and leaned in to kiss Devin.  He pulled away, but didn’t stop smiling. 
                  “I can’t do that while your drunk, girl.”  He shook his head. 
                  “It’s the only way I can.”  I said and bit his earlobe, since he couldn’t pull any farther away.  He chuckled and urged me closer despite his reservation to my inebriation.               
                  “Devin!”  The snap sounded from both August and Haden.
                  “Okay!”  He said pulling me away.  “Oh, sweet thing, why couldn’t you have done this last night, or any other night before this night.”
                  “What’s wrong?”  I asked running my hand up his leg.  August ground out his name again, before he stopped me from reaching my goal.  He kissed my hand.
                  “I’m going to have to ask you not to do that, but just for the record, yes, yes, and yes.  I smiled and slipped out of his lap.  There was a lot more opposition to our hook up than I thought there would be, but I was determined to get Devin on my side. 
                  “What do I have to do to convince you?”  To add to my already egregious humiliation, I started to dance: a slither in my body, a roll in my shoulders, and a dip in my knees.  It might have looked more like an epileptic seizure though.    
                  August moved to stop me, but Devin grabbed her and pulled her back down on his lap.  “No, no, no, this is too priceless to interrupt.  You go girl!”
                  “Devin, this is uncalled for.”  August said struggling against his grip. 
                  “Oh, let her have her moment.  Lord knows you