College isn't all it's cracked up to be. I'm nearing the end of my fourth semester, my roommate is fucking crazy, and I haven't had sex since graduation night of high school! In the northeast, in the beginning of April, sharp air hits my face and cuts my lungs. I knew only wearing this stupid sweater wouldn't be warm enough for the walk to campus. I pull my hat lower and trudge against the wind. I'm walking quickly, which isn't always the best idea for my clumsy ass, and I hit right into someone. A tall someone. A tall someone who smells like mint and cologne.
"Oof," I manage, stunned and stumbling back.
He barely looks at me while he's on the phone. I dropped my books, and he bends over to hand them back to me. He's on the phone, but I notice his golden-brown eyes and dark hair first. My eyes roam lower to see grown out stubble and white teeth.
"I said I'd be there, didn't I?" he demands into the phone.
He looks at me for a split second, his mouth opens and then something behind me catches his attention. Scowling, he waves at someone behind me. I turn around to see a beautiful blonde sauntering up to him. She's a toothpick in black stockings and a short black skirt. I roll my eyes and walk away.
After 2 classes and a paper, I was ready to go out. My roommate may be crazy, but she can get us into all the parties.
"You ready?" she asks, already pregaming, handing me a drink.
"Almost," I respond, downing the cup in one go. I wince. "Damn, what did you put in here?"
"Everything," she giggles.
I slip me feet into black pointy flats and we're off. I want to get laid tonight. No, more than laid. I want to get fucked so hard I hear colors and forget my own name. I take one last look in the mirror. I squeezed my size 10 ass into the tightest pair of high waisted, ripped denim that I own and paired it with low cut black top that just barely hides my nipples. My breasts are ample and spilling out.
"Let's go, Soph!" my roommate, Kelly, yells.
After we scan our IDs at the door, the frat boy opens it.
"Look for me later," he says. I wink. Yeah, that drink she made for me earlier is working. I don't wink at people. Ever. In fact, after he saw me wink, he's probably hoping I don't remember him later. He's ok. Short, stalky, blonde hair, but I'm in the mood for a tall drink of water tonight. A tall drink of water with dark hair and golden eyes.
Inside, Kelly pulls me to the keg. Her hookup from last weekend is schmoozing all over some girl and I see the wheels turning. I disengage quickly, grab two drinks, and fade into a different room. As I'm stepping over the threshold into the dining room, I hear her start.
"Who the FUCK is this, Kevin?"
I'm gulping down beer like I like it. I don't. In fact, anything that looks piss I usually don't fuck with, but I'm not picky tonight. I see a lot of guys in groups look me up and down. Some turn back around, fuckers, and some have lingering eyes. I smile to myself. The jeans are working.
I'm on my second cup now, and I find a group of girls from my English class. We're pretty tuned so we sway beer brave hips around and around. When I notice my cups empty, I disappear from this group to refill. Kelly isn't in the kitchen anymore and neither is Kevin. I wonder if she's hate fucking him in the bathroom.
I'm getting hot, from the temperature not from picturing Kelly and Kevin bumping hips, so after I grab a refill, I exit out the backdoor for a breather. Only a few people are outside. Two are in the far end of the yard laughing and two are to the
right of me arguing. I plop my drunk ass down on the steps and ignore both couples which proves to be a little harder than I hoped.
"I told you," he states indifferently.
"I thought you'd change. It's been nine months!"
"I never said I'd be your boyfriend, Cassidy. I specifically told you that I wasn't." Harsh, but I get it I thought to myself.
"So you can fuck my brains out every night, cuddle me afterwards, and help me with my school work, but you're not my boyfriend?" I can hear his irritation. I glance over. They're dark shadows still but I can still see he towers over her. His back is against the house, and she has her hands in the air in a what the fuck expression.
"Cass, I'm done with this. I can't give you what you want."
She slaps him and walks away.
"Ouch!" I drunk giggle, and slap my hand over my mouth, still giggling. "I never saw anyone get hit before!"
He's rubbing his cheek and pushes himself off the wall. He grabs the doorknob to go inside but hesitates a moment. He sighs, slumps his shoulders, then turns around and sits on the same step but to the left of me.
"Never?" he asks.
"Can't say I never wanted to. I've had my fair share of douche bag guys tell me they're not my boyfriend."
"I'm not a douche—"
I cut him off with a laugh. "I'm just kidding. If you told her fair and square that you wanted to hit it and quit it then she should have zero expectations." I shrugged.
His laugh is loud as he throws his head back. His teeth are white and his hair is brown. He could do. How do I come onto him without seeming... desperate? I've been out of the game for too long.
"Why are you here alone? Don't you know what happens at these parties?"
"Uh, people get drunk, hook up, dance, have fun?"
He shakes his head and looks at me for the first time since sitting down. "You're far too cute to be by yourself at this party full of piece of shit guys."
I laugh. "Aren't you here, at this party? Doesn't that make you a piece of shit guy?"
"I don't belong to this fucking frat. I don't need to pay for friends."
"So, why are you there then?"
He sighs and runs his fingers through is hair. "I have no fucking idea. Why are you here?" I shrug. Maybe it's the alcohol or my dick starved vagina, but I tell him the truth.
"I'm trying to get laid."
His eyes grow wide and he nods. "Honest. Respectable. What's your name?" he asks.
"Sophie. Yours?"
"Ben."
I smile. "What's your major?"
"Engineering."
I laugh. "Doesn't like every guy major in that?"
He guffaws. "And what's yours, chick lit?"
I feign exasperation. "No!" I giggle before adding, "just regular lit!"
