“Christian.”
“Is that your dancer name?” I was flustered that he’d ask that, assuming I was a stripper.
“No! This is my first time at a place like this.”
His eyes traveled from my chest down to my legs. I crossed them when his glaring made me uncomfortable. “You would kill on the stage.”
It was a good thing that the room was dark, because I didn’t want this guy to see how much I was blushing. I narrowed in on his hand, tracing the condensation on his bottle of beer. There was something about the way he caressed it that made me think about how he touched a woman. Perhaps I was horny, or maybe this kind of place brought a sexual arousal out in people. Whatever the case, I began licking my lips before I could respond. “You think so?”
He leaned in close to me, so that the other people at the table couldn’t hear us. “I know when I’m in my bed tonight I’m not going to be picturing the women that work here.”
Our eyes met as I took in his compliment, wondering if he was actually hitting on me. “Do you go to school here?”
He sipped his beer. “We have two classes together. Since you sit in the front, I knew you wouldn’t notice.”
During class I remained focused. I’d always sat in the front of the room, and been the first person to participate. Clearly everything else in the room was unimportant.
“Sorry. I’m very studious.” A barmaid delivered a round of shots to our table. As one was slid in front of me I waited for the cue and downed the liquor. It burned going down, but seemed much easier than the first couple. I was feeling relaxed as Seth replied.
“If that’s the case then what are you studying right now?”
“What…nothin’! I came here with friends,” I said defensively.
“Right. First timer.” He looked over at topless Amber. Right away I felt a wave of unexpected jealously. Her perky breasts were exposed and she downed a shot with several guys at the table.
“What about you?” I interrupted. “Do you come here a lot?”
Slowly he directed his eyes to me. “It depends.” I watched the rim of his beer bottle surrounded by his lips. His Adam’s apple bobbled as he swallowed. This place was like a natural aphrodisiac. I’d never felt so drawn to a man before. As naked women danced on the stage in front of us, all I could think about was what it would feel like to kiss this guy.
“Occasionally.” He put his arm around me as he talked. “Take a night like this. I didn’t really feel like going out, but a friend of mine shot me a text that said the ladies tonight were the best he’d seen. It peaked my interest.”
“The dancers are very pretty,” I added.
He smiled and drug his index finger over my bottom lip. “Yeah, I don’t think he was talking about the dancers.”
I pulled away quickly, getting a sense of presumption out of his comment. “That’s flattering.”
He flipped me a grin, turned his attention to the stage, and then back to me. “Would you feel better if we got out of here?”
Stumbling for an answer, I was saved by one of my roommates. “How about we all get out of here? Y’all can come back to our place if you want to party. We’ve got plenty of booze.” Becca seemed excited, and I got the feeling that she knew the guys pretty well.
“Yeah, and I could come by once I get off. I’d love to see what Chris did to my old room.” She winked at me before climbing up out of her seat and walking away.
I fidgeted with my clutch purse, trying to avoid making eye contact with Seth. He was sexy, sure of himself, and clearly out to get my attention. Just because I was dressed like a slut didn’t mean I was one. He obviously had the wrong impression if he thought I was ready to take him back to my room and get freaky, or did he?
As we all climbed back in Becca’s car I started wondering what would have been so bad about hooking up with a hot guy. We were both adults. It wasn’t like it was against the law. If I wanted to be treated like a normal person I had to step out of my shell. Even though I knew sex was never an answer, there was a possibility that I’d become so worked up that I may not be able to decline.
Chapter 3
Christian
With a car full of guys pulling up behind us we didn’t have much time to prepare the house for visitors. Although we kept it pretty clean, my room had clothes all over the floor, including underwear. I rushed inside and began shoving my bras and panties into a pile. When I heard someone laughing I turned to see Seth leaning against the doorframe. “You don’t need to straighten up on my account. I’m not here to admire your furniture.”
I noticed how he was looking at me as I sat down on my mattress. “What are you here to admire?” It was a rhetorical question.
He crossed his arms and chuckled to himself. “I think we both know the answer to that.”
Looking at my nightstand, I noticed that it was still early. Laughter could be heard from the living room, and a part of me knew that we should go join everyone else. After only three shots I was feeling adventurous. It was unlike me to drink at all, combine that with my low weight and I knew I was already buzzed.
I crossed my legs, noticing immediately where his eyes lingered. “So you think that since we shared a moment I’m going to put out?”
He still didn’t move from my doorframe. I suppose someone else could have been listening, not that I cared. I wasn’t close enough to any of them to give a damn.
“I don’t think anything.” Slowly he walked into the room and closed the door behind him. At first I assumed he’d make his way over to my bed, but instead stood in the same place. “Invite me over there with you.”
“No!” He was crazy if he thought I was going to ask. When I didn’t respond right away he located a chair under my computer desk and walked over to it. After turning it around to face in my direction he sat down and placed his palms on his knees.
“Is this better?”
“Actually, it was probably a mistake for you to assume that any spot in my room would be a good one.” I let my words sink in for a moment. He needed to know I wasn’t easy, even though every single time I looked his way I thought about what it’d be like to date someone like him. “I’m not going to sleep with you, Seth.”
He seemed disappointed, but for only a short time. “I get it. You don’t know me. Nice girls like you don’t usually put out. That’s a good thing, even if guys like me don’t like it.”
“I’m impressed that you have both looks and brains.”
His chuckle let me know that he took it as a compliment. “Since you have me pegged, and you certainly have every right to, tell me something about you.”
I looked down at what I was wearing, suddenly realizing how uncomfortable I felt. I motioned to the garment. “For starters, this isn’t what I’m about. Becca let me borrow it for tonight. I know you’re probably thinkin’ that I look cute, but I feel ridiculous. ”
“For what it’s worth, you look hot. I think we’ve already covered that though.” I was getting this vibe from him that he wasn’t like other guys. He kept paying me compliments like he was determined to win my trust. Seth was sitting far enough away to assure that I wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. “If you want to go change I can wait right here for you to get back,” He raised his brow and paused. “Or you could show me what you learned at the club tonight.”
I laughed at his comment, until realizing he was being serious. “That’s not happening!”
“Well that’s a shame because I’ve got a feeling you’d give those girls a run for their money.” His half-smile made me feel like he was being cocky. Did he expect me to dance around my room?
“How about I just take off my clothes and spread out on my bed for you to join me?” I waited to see his reaction.
Sure enough, his face filled with excitement. In a way I was flattered that the idea was appealing to him. “Seriously?”
“No. I’m not serious. We may be adults, but I’ve got no intentions of flaunting my naked skin to you tonight.�
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He stood up and walked toward the door. “It’s obvious you don’t want me in here. It’s a shame, because I’d rather hang out in this room with you than be out there with those drunks. Maybe in time we’ll become friends. Until then, it was great talking to you tonight, Chris.”
Chapter 4
Christian
As he exited the room I stood there staring at the door. Had he really just walked away without an argument? I’d never known a guy to give up so easily. After sulking for maybe losing an opportunity with a perfectly decent guy, I decided to get changed and join my roommates. They’d taken me out and been so nice. I couldn’t just hide out in my room all night.
It took only a few minutes to throw on a baggy t-shirt and a pair of shorts. I then followed the laughter into the large kitchen where I found everyone conversing. Since I’d assumed that I had chased Seth away, I was surprised to find him standing there amongst the group of people. Our eyes met and I couldn’t help but smile.
My attention was grabbed when Becca pulled me up to the counter and slid a glass of some liquor concoction my way. “Come on, Chris. We’re playin’ a drinkin’ game.”
Even though I didn’t feel like participating, I knew it was imperative to make a good impression if I wanted to find friends.
Two hours later I couldn’t feel my face. Everything that was said was somehow hilarious, and my shyness had suddenly ceased to exist. It was also very obvious that Seth was still interested in me. As the game progressed he’d ended up sliding in closer to where I sat. Most of the people had exited the room once it was over, leaving only a few standing around. Seth brought his lips up to my ear. I closed my eyes, feeling turned on that he was so near. “Let’s go back to your room.”
I mumbled my words, speaking softly with intentions that nobody else could hear. Unfortunately, in my drunken state I wasn’t as quiet as I thought. “Definitely.”
At some point Amber had showed up. Thankfully she was clothed, because I liked talking to her, but felt uncomfortable when we’d met. Throwing herself in between Seth and me, she got up close to my face. “Is this guy giving you trouble?” Even in my condition I could tell she was drunk.
“No. He’s fine.” I looked to Seth as I answered. He was mid sip on his drink and pulled away with a smile on his closed lips.
She placed her palm on his chest. “We go way back, Seth and I. Don’t let him fool you. He’s a smooth talker.”
I giggled. “I didn’t think otherwise.”
“Just so you know I have firsthand experience with this guy. He likes to be in control.”
While laughing at her comment, Seth rushed forward, gently grabbing my arm and leading me out of the kitchen. “Don’t listen to Amber. How about we go somewhere quiet?”
He may have felt embarrassed, but I appreciated her honesty. If I were sober it may have bothered me that he’d been with my new stripper friend. Apparently I was too emaciated to consider what I was actually doing.
By the time we’d made it into the confines of my room, we were already lip-locked. Seth had his hands on my ass as I pressed him against the door to close it. Mid-kiss I backed away, noticing his intent-filled eyes watching me. He licked his wet lips and stepped forward toward me as I continued moving backwards. “We’re back to the same place,” I noted.
“Are we still strangers?” He gained inches on me, finding my waist before my butt reached the bed. “I can still leave if that’s what you want?”
I could feel his breath on my face, as well as the lingering smell of the whiskey he’d been drinking all night. This was it. I could tell him to leave like the old Christian would have done, or I could take a leap of faith and let my new found freedom guide the way to happiness.
It was no secret that I was attracted to this guy, and with the amount of alcohol we’d both consumed it would be easy to let go. The truth was I wanted this to happen. There was some necessary desperation to feel accepted by not only this guy that I barely knew, but the people in the next room. I needed to fit in, and if I could do that and receive some much needed satisfaction I was up for the challenge.
It was time for the new me to shine. “I’m not going to ask you to leave, Seth.” Our eyes met, and I could see the excitement shining across his face. “In fact, I’m thinking that I’d like you to stay.”
Our lips connected, lightly brushing together. I could taste the liquor on his tongue as it coursed over mine. His gruff whiskers tickled my face while our kissing intensified. Large hands cupped my ass, lifting me onto my soft mattress. I pulled away to back up so that he had room to join me. I didn’t have to ask. Seth leaned forward bringing one knee up before the other. I could feel his weight on the bed as our mouths connected again. Immediately he brought one hand up and cupped my breast. My normal instinct would have been to push him away, but I refused to be that person. I couldn’t be that innocent little girl that my parents expected me to always be. Independence was something I strived for; something I needed to find on my own.
That same hand pushed the fabric of my shirt up to reveal my naked abdomen. The cool air in the room was apparent, even though parts of my body were numb. His warm touch sent chills all through me. As one hand traveled up and underneath my underwire, I lifted my knee to feel his eagerness, becoming turned on more. He took my hand and guided it over his groin. “Is that what you want to feel, baby?”
Him calling me that sent me into a frenzy. Ethan and I had experimented with many things, and he liked to call me babe on occasion. Somehow it always made me feel like I was his, in a teenage-girl kind of way. Even though this was just casual sex, it felt different for me, which in turn was quite exciting. I wasted no time reaching my hand down his pants and feeling the smooth skin of his erection. Despite it being squished in between fabric I could tell his girth was impressive. My kisses became more aggressive when he began grinding himself into me. “You want it now, don’t you?”
I closed my eyes to try and rationalize with myself on the answer. The right thing to do was kick him out and forget all about it happening, but I didn’t want to be a good girl. I wanted to feel like Amber did when she got up on that stage. I wanted to be in control for the first time in my life, instead of the girl that hid behind the books.
I shoved Seth off of me and stood on the mattress. He leaned up on his elbows as I began swaying to music that didn’t even exist. There was no real rhythm involved. I was far too drunk to attempt to be graceful. Through the madness I grabbed the edge of my t-shirt and slowly lifted it over my head. My midriff beckoned to be touched, so I looked down as my fingers trailed the skin beneath my navel. Seth licked his lips as he observed the show catered for his amusement. He didn’t scrutinize as I wriggled out of my pants, letting them drop to my ankles. “Is this what you wanted to see tonight?” I asked as I flipped around shaking my ass while playing with the elastic on my thong.
His warm hands grasped my calves and started rubbing the skin on my legs. Thankful that I’d shaved, I removed my bra and tossed it across the room. When I finally turned around to face Seth I was completely naked, covering my breasts with my own palms. “Show me,” he said as he stared at my chest. I froze in place, knowing that only a small thong kept me from being without clothes in front of this man that I’d just met. My fingers inched away from my nipples, revealing the brown circles in the center of each breast. “I want to taste you.”
He may as well have put his mouth up to my pussy already, because that’s how hot I got when I heard him saying it. I dropped to my knees, allowing him to remove my panties himself. In no time at all he’d pulled me on top of his face, immediately going to work with his tongue. I threw my head back and let the tantalizing sensations devour every part of me. His skilled tongue flicked over my clit, causing me to shiver and cry out words that made no sense at all. The harder he did it, the more difficult it was for me to hold still. I was convulsing over his face, and he seemed to be getting off on it.
When Seth knew he’d
taken me to new heights, he pushed me to the side. There was no need for him to ask me to participate. I was already longing to touch him and discover what else he could do to my body. The comfort of the alcohol was allowing me to feel relaxed; to not worry about what he might be thinking, or if I was bad at something. All I wanted was to keep going, even if that was hard to admit to myself.
After unzipping his pants, and pulling out his thick cock, I took him into my hand. His fingers played in my messed up hair as I jerked him off. His girth made me wonder about oral sex, and if my lips could even fit around it. The good thing was that I wasn’t about to find out. That was something I’d never done before. Using my saliva as a lubricant, I let my palm give him pleasure, while moving at a steady pace. Being that he was pretty drunk, I knew I was safe from having him ejaculate all over the place. I was being careless, but I couldn’t stop.
Seth pulled my hair, forcing me to back up. “I need to stop before I do something I’ll regret. I’ll be right back.”
Honestly, from the moment he walked out of the bedroom, I felt like it was over. Maybe he’d lost interest in me and this was his excuse. Perhaps I was just bad at making out, or the way I’d handled him going down on me. I know it seemed irrational, but nothing else made sense.
After locating my sheets, I pulled them up to my chin and looked at the ceiling wondering how I’d always ended up in the same situation. A single tear dropped from my eyes, and I began to sniffle.
Then my door opened.
Seth came walking back inside, locking the door behind him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom, holding it up as if it were a prize. “Sorry it took so long. It was in the bottom of the glove compartment.” He noticed the way the covers were pulled up. “Did you change your mind?”
Using my feet, I kicked them down. “No, that’s not it.”
Desperate for the connection, I patted the mattress beside me. Seth headed in my direction, dropping his pants before joining me under the covers. His kisses weren’t aggressive, but subtle and kind. He took his time caressing my skin, savoring the moment as if we had all of the time in the world.
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