"Jack, we need to go out tonight to celebrate," my friend Phil tossed me a beer from the fridge across the garage. "Does feel pretty good, just one more year of college left, just sucks I won't be twenty-one for a couple more weeks," the first sip of beer hit my lips and loosened every cell in my body. "Well then it looks like we are just going to frequent The Cantina on the east side a couple more times then, they never card anyone, been going there since I was eighteen," Phil's smile hid behind the beer as he inhaled it with a swift motion. "I'm down, I have nowhere to be, and I don't start my summer job until next week," Phil stood up as my proclamation ended. "Well then, I'm going to go home and freshen up and I'll be back in an hour to pick you up," Phil left on those words, and I was left alone in my basement bedroom.
The warm water of the shower glided down my body as I methodically cleaned every inch of myself, and utilized my razor to make sure I was groomed in all the right places. I examined myself in the mirror as the steam dissipated to allow a visual, and I couldn't help but enjoy the view. I had broken up with my high school sweetheart in the winter and just utilized the gym to fine tune my five foot eleven frame, and every muscle was now visible and ready to showcase themselves to any girls that would be interested. I parted my black hair and combed it back, and threw on some dark jeans with a white shirt. Phil's honk drew me outside, and we were on our way.
"Wow this place is popping tonight, summer is officially here," Phil got us right up to the bar and had our first shots in hand before I even surveyed the scene. "To summer," a clink of glass and we were now on our way. My eyes were scanning the bar and dance floor for any eligible female that I could lock eyes with, and as the night went on my hope was fading. "I'm going to hit the restroom and then do you want to dip?" Phil nodded at my question as I lazily worked through the crowd. I stood idle in the bathroom line waiting for one of the restrooms to become available, and noticed the first set of eyes appear behind me that set every part of me on fire instantly. Heels helping her slim frame reach my height, with deep brown hair hanging halfway down her back. Her skin had a sun kissed olive tone to it, and her curves were showcased with a tight black dress. When her eyes met mine, the black eye liner that sharpened her eyes cut right through me.
The bathroom door clicked, and with chivalrous intentions, I motioned for her to go first. She grazed my arm slightly without looking back, and I stood staring at the bathroom door, mouth completely dry. I hung in the next two minutes, oblivious to everything around me trying to prepare to see this girl again appear in front of me. The door finally clicked, and I took a step forward. With one quick jerk, she pulled me into the bathroom. My back hit the wall, and her hand pulled my neck forward and her tongue found its way into my mouth. The new taste of the first girl since breaking up months before sent my mind into frenzy. My hands started to explore, and as they slid down her back I realized there was nothing underneath her dress at all. My dick was straining underneath my jeans, and became noticeable to her wandering hands.
She shifted from my mouth to my neck, and up to my ear. "Victoria," as she unveiled her identity in it's simplest form, her hand slid down the front of my jeans feeling the whole length of my dick, exhaling deeply citing some satisfaction to what she was discovering. I grabbed her hips and switched positions with her, standing her straight up against the wall. "Jack," my hand slid down the back of her dress and slowly pulled up the fabric until my hand touched the bare skin of the back of her thigh. Another deep exhale into my neck and lust had taken over every sense I had.