I was at my first frat party. A little sad, I know. Especially for being in the sophomore year of my college career. To be fair though, I was a pretty big book worm my freshman year. My new roommate though was a party animal, so I decided to go with her. We had been friends the year before and decided we would try being roommates. We had just walked through the front door, me following her short curvy ass, trying to keep up. She was a freaking whirlwind, and a ball of energy. While I followed her I was trying to keep my tall willowy frame from knocking into anyone inadvertently.
I didn't think I was overly nerdy, so I was hoping that I could get along with some people there. I wasn't all that shy so that was also probably a good thing, especially since I could no longer see Erin. She had been sucked into the crowd. Oh well, I guess. I just decided to find a drink and maybe find someone to talk to. As I passed a living room, I finally caught sight of Erin, bouncing around, dancing with some bulky frat guy. At least she was already having fun. I got into the kitchen, which was filled with people who were talking and a couple that was obnoxiously making out on the counter. So attractive. Unfortunately they were blocking the liquor.
I walked up next to them, clearing my throat, but I was ignored. Well, it was their own fault if they got mildly molested by me when I reached around them to get a bottle of whatever liquor I could get my hands on. I sidled up to them, turning to face them and reaching behind them. My breasts were pressed to the guys' arm and my hand skimmed across the girls' ass as it closed around the cold glass of a bottle of booze.
The girl finally pulled her lips away from the guy to yell at me, "Hey, bitch! Watch it!"
"Sorry, babes. I couldn't help myself. Just wanted a piece of that ass," I laughed sarcastically and held the bottle up, shaking it a little to make my point. The girl glared at me, but didn't say anything back. I was turning away from the couple when the bottle of liquor was snatched from my hand.
"That's mine, BABES," a voice said behind me. I turned to find a rather attractive guy standing there, unscrewing the lid of the bottle to take a swig. He had gorgeous blue eyes, a cocky smirk, and obviously fake blonde hair. "If you want some, I'd be happy to give you some. For a price."
He was practically leering at me. What a dick. I rolled my eyes at him, turning around, fully willing to assault the couple that was on the counter again, but when I turned around they had moved on. I grabbed a bottle of vodka, turned to face the dick head, smiled, raised my eyebrows and took a huge shot. "I'm good thanks."
Instead of standing around to make a drink, I just walked off with the bottle. He caught my arm before I could get far, stopping me. He set his bottle on the counter and took the bottle from my hand. He took a drink from it, smiling. "That's mine too. Now you owe me something."
"I'm going to assume that you are one of the guys throwing this party," I said sweetly, trying hard not to turn into a hardcore bitch.
"Nate, babes. What's your name?" he asked cockily.
"Please, stop calling me babes."
"I would but I don't know your name. If you don't want to tell me though, I understand. I'm really more interested in what you're giving me for that drink." He was looking at me like I was a piece of meat. God, really? Why was this guy bothering me?
I knew I was going to regret asking this, but,
"What exactly are we talking about here?" Maybe if I just gave him something he would leave me alone and I could have a good time.
His eyes traveled down my body, making me feel like the short jean shorts, and loose lavender v-neck t-shirt that I was wearing weren't adequate coverings. I have to admit that I hadn't worn a bra in a weird moment of rebellion. As his eyes tracked back up my body, they halted momentarily on my breasts before locking with my gaze. "How bout a kiss, babes?"
"Are you serious? Can't I just give you guys five bucks and drink whatever I want? Isn't that how these things normally work?" I asked incredulously.
"Well normally, that would be the rule, but we just put a new rule in effect tonight. You drink our alcohol and we get a kiss. Since you drank my stuff specifically, you get to kiss me. Didn't anyone tell you before you came in?" He was talking complete bullshit. I knew it was happening but I wasn't sure how to handle this situation.
"You have got to be kidding me," I muttered to myself. Nate stopped a guy with short, quiffed hair and dark brown eyes as he walked by.
"Hey Liam, tell this nice young lady about the new rule." The guy looked at him a little confused and Nate said, "You know the one about girls drinking our alcohol and them having to pay for it in kisses."
"Ooooh," Liam nodded, looking at me. "Yeah, new rule, just happened. Better pay up. You never know what could happen if you don't." He quickly walked away, leaving Nate, looking proudly at me, like he had accomplished something.
"See? It's a rule," Nate said. I stared at him, not even sure what to say to that. "If you're uncomfortable with it, I'm willing to accept a kiss on the cheek. Just don't drink anymore of my stuff." He leaned forward, whispering, "I might not be so nice next time."
When he had leaned forward to whisper, he had put his face very close to mine. I decided that I might as well get it out of the way. I went in for a quick peck on his cheek, but at the last second he turned his face, my lips landing on his. How did I not see that coming?
He was very close to me, his body only a few inches away. I had only been at the party for like five minutes and I was already kissing someone. He pressed his lips a little more firmly to mine, sneaking his tongue out and licking my upper lip. He surprised me by pulling back afterward and smirking.
"If I had known you wanted to actually kiss me, I wouldn't have even suggested the cheek."
I let out the breath I had unknowingly been holding. It had felt nice. I shouldn't have been admitting that, but he was attractive and he was almost flush against my body. He was an asshole. Yes. But a hot one who had just kissed me. It wasn't like I hadn't had sex or kissed a guy before, but I definitely didn't have a lot of experience with guys. It was crazy. I wanted to do it again.
Nate brought the bottle of vodka up under my nose, "Want another drink?"
I knew full well that if I took another drink I would be kissing him again. It made my eyes track right to his lips. They were still damp from when he had kissed me, and I couldn't look away. He kept smiling, showing his straight white teeth. He turned his head, taking a drink of the clear liquid and all I could do was watch his jaw and throat muscles flex. As he swallowed, I followed the path of the liquor, stopping on the chest hair peeking over the top of his loose tank top. I was mesmerized.
Nate didn't even ask me if I wanted a drink again, instead just kissed me. When he opened his mouth, parting my lips with his tongue. I could taste the vodka on him and it made me just want more of him. God, what was wrong with me? I didn't even know him.
I brought my left hand up, cupping his jaw, feeling it move as he coaxed my tongue into his mouth. He stepped forward, pushing me back into the counter behind me, invading my space, almost blocking everything out. I covered his hand that was on the bottle, pulling it from his fingers and detaching my lips, stepping around him, taking the bottle with me.
"Ah, babes, where you going?" he questioned, pouting.
"You owe me a drink, buster." If he was going to continue calling me babes, I could call him something as well. I made sure to take a long swig of vodka, trying to tease him.
"I'll give you the whole bottle. Just come back over here," he said, beckoning with a couple fingers.
"I feel like dancing," I stated. I gave myself a couple breaths before bravely taking another large drink of vodka. I took the bottle, leaving the kitchen and going into the packed living room. I twirled around flailing my arms in the air, haphazardly doing the same with the bottle of vodka. I had just begun swaying my hips to the beat when I felt large strong hands latch onto them, pulling me backward. The backs of my thighs were brushing against the soft denim of someone's jeans.
"I kinda like the way you're shaking that ass, babes. Wanna take it to somewhere more private so I can get a closer look?" Nate's voice asked behind me, grinding his hips into my ass. He was so persistent. It was starting to get to me and I think he knew it. My mood had gone from irritation with an annoying frat guy to being slightly turned on by his lack of inhibitions. And I was taking another drink. I passed the bottle off to some random person that was walking by and turned around. There were so many people in the room that as soon as I was facing him, I got crushed into his chest. His arms circled around me, grabbing my ass.
I smacked at his hands, "Watch it, buster."
He slowly slid his hands up so they were resting on the small of my back and leaned down placing his lips next to my ear. "Let's go up to my room."
