This is another adventure from my college days. During my junior year my roommates and I threw a party like we did almost every month. This month some old friends from high school, who went to a different college, were going to be coming. Included in that group of friends was a friend of mine named Jen. Jen was two years younger than me and if you want to say we dated in high school that would be generous. We went on a few dates, made out, but that was about it. We ended up staying really good friends and when we were home together at breaks I would always stop by to see her and her family. For this party Jen was coming up with some other friends and everyone was going to crash at our house after the party.
Jen had a very bubbly personality that many girls found over the top and disliked. I found Jen to be quite genuine and thought she was one of the nicest people I had ever met. We also had a very flirty relationship and often joked about hooking up, but never did. She was about 5' 6" tall, long dark hair, I'm guessing 115 lbs, and always had a smile on her face. Just as a reminder, I am about 6 feet tall, 175 lbs, with a slim but athletic build. I'm not going to say I am god's gift to women, but I did like to work out so I always thought my abs and the cut on my hips was sexy to girls. Getting back to Jen, as far as I knew she was a virgin and somewhat inexperienced when it came to the physical aspects of a relationship. She was also just a freshman in college and had just started to partake in underage drinking at parties. In high school she was a good girl and was always the designated driver. I would be lying if I didn't admit that I was hoping she was going to loosen up for our party.
Anyways, the party was in full swing by the time Jen arrived. She had been there for about 30 minutes before I came across her and two of her friends. They were in the basement playing beer pong against my buddies Drew and Rich. From the looks of it Jen and her friends weren't doing very good. Of their original 10 cups they only had 2 left, while Drew and Rich still had 8. Because the girls were playing with a team of 3, the house rule stipulated that they had to have shots of liquor in their cups (teams of 2 could choose between full glasses of beer or shots). Not wanting to interrupt the game, I just walked by Jen, said hello, and told her to come find me when she was done.
About 15 minutes later I was upstairs on the second floor, filling my cup up at the keg, when I heard a happy go lucky girl yell, "THERE HE IS!" I turned around to see Jen and her two friends, Beth and Amy, each holding a red solo cup of beer.
"I'm going to go out on a limb and guess you girls lost. Am I right?"
"Lost, no! We got demolished," Beth said. The worst part is we had to finish all of Drew and Rich's beers too, holding up their solo cups full of Bud Light.
"Well that sucks," I said grabbing each of their cups. "That is the cheap beer for the games and common folk, let me get you some Blue Moon from this keg." I then proceeded to dump out their glasses and fill them up with some good stuff.
I sat and talked with the girls for a little bit, when my buddy Dan came running upstairs yelling for me. "Hey, it's our turn. Drew and Rich are getting cocky and we need to bring them back to earth."
I introduced Dan to the three girls and excused myself so that Dan and I could go play some beer pong. Before I left I told the girls to feel free to grab anything to drink from our upstairs keg or if they wanted they could grab liquor from my room, which was right off of the 2nd floor kitchen, and the mixers were in the fridge. Jen gave me a little smile and for whatever reason I said, "Jen, I'll meet you back up here around 11pm to make out," and then laughed as I walked away with Dan.
Dan and I ended up beating Drew and Rich at beer pong and then won another game. After that we stopped playing beer pong and played a few games of flip cup. I was definitely buzzed but by no means drunk. As I was walking around it looked like everyone was having a good time. I saw Jen on the dance floor and danced with her for a little bit, but I continued to walk around talking with people.
At around 11pm I was upstairs filling my cup up with beer when Jen came around the corner, dripping with sweat from dancing, holding a drink. "Oh, there's Mr. Social. How are you doing?"
"Good," I replied. "How are you enjoying the party."