(Sergio Canales’ Point of View)

It was the night of my party. Every October 31st, I was known to throw the biggest Halloween bash in Madrid. I got out of the shower, dried off, and got my costume out of the closet. This year, I was a Madridista. Original, I know. But to be honest, I hated Halloween. I only threw this party because it was a tradition and an excuse to have hundreds of girls in my mansion. I put on the white Real Madrid kit, tousled my hair, and sprayed a hint of cologne on my neck. I had to smell good for Saige, whom I desperately hoped wouldn’t stand me up at my own party. I could have any girl I wanted, but there was something about her that I was so attracted to. She was a feisty little one, outspoken, playing hard to get, and hot as hell.

People started arriving by the dozen into my dimly lit home that was blaring loud music and decorated with every Halloween decoration imaginable. I grabbed a beer off the table, and chilled on the couch, taking in my surroundings. It wasn’t long before a girl came up and started dancing up on me. ‘Drunk and sloppy…that was fast,’ I thought to myself as she was giving me a lap dance. Some of these girls had no class.

Just as the girl started shoving her tongue down my throat, I saw Saige walk in. I immediately pushed the drunken girl off of me and got up. I looked her over in her Minnie Mouse costume. She wore a black tube top, a short red polka dotted skirt, mouse ears, red lipstick, and yellow heels. Damn, she looked so sexy.

“Hey, nice house,” she smiled. Stop staring at those lips.

“I knew you couldn’t resist my invite,” I smiled crookedly while handing her a beer. I might’ve desperately wanted her to be here, but she couldn’t know that. I always had to keep my ‘I’m a cool motherfucker’ stance on.

“Real funny, Sergio. I’m going to go check the rest of your party out, I’ll catch up with you later,” she said while walking away. I couldn’t help but sulk a little bit as I made my way to the pong table.

An hour or so later, I was back on the couch for another chill session, having more girls with no self-esteem flirt with me. While taking a swig of my (who knows what number) beer, Saige strode her way up to me, grabbed my hand, and led me to the dance floor. While her little hands held both of mine, I couldn’t help but think how perfectly our hands fit. Suddenly, she and turned her back to me. We started grinding, swaying to the beat, our bodies melting into one. We were so close, I could smell her vanilla scented hair. It reminded me of those sugar cookies mi mama makes. Damn, how is this girl real?

As I snaked my hands down her defined hipbones, her tight skirt started riding up. I got hard as soon as I saw her little black panties rubbing against my crotch. I pressed her closer, started feeling her up, and she started giggling. I couldn’t tell if she was teasing me, or just really drunk. She took my hand and led me to the other room. She gently pushed me back on the couch and unexpectedly sat on my lap, straddling me.

“Saige,” I groaned when she started to lightly nibble my neck.

“Shhhhh, you smell so good…” she giggled and fumbled trying to take my jersey off. I loved her laugh. It sounded like jingle bells. I moved away slightly so I could lift the shirt over my head, exposing my upper body. She started kissing my chest as I removed her top, exposing her bra. I shifted her on my lap, gently nudging her lips to mine so I could kiss her perfect red lips. The moment our lips touched, I swore my insides melted. I was finally kissing Saige.

When we were both panting, our tongues collided. Her tongue tasted like beer; she was definitely drunk. Call me crazy, but I didn’t want to take advantage of this beautiful girl when she was not in her right state. I gently pushed her away and whispered,

“Not now, querida.” I thought she would be embarrassed, or even get up to go home. Instead, she looked at me with her shining green eyes, and wrapped her slender arms around my neck. We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity before I finally laid her down. She instantly snuggled into the crook of my arm. For a while, we were on my couch, cuddling in our own world, while a lively party went on around us.