By the time I turned 21 I wasn't much for house parties. Maybe it was because my college was incredibly clique-ly, but because I was on the outer realms of popularity (at least in relation to those at most parties I got invited to) I was never one of the lucky guys who had a cheerleader or volleyball player "accidentally" fall into his lap, stay their the entire night, and eventually sleep with him (in all senses of the world).
So when I finally got my degree, and was moved into the house I would live in during the summer, I found myself sitting at a bar, with a pitcher of beer to myself. There weren't many people my age there and I certainly didn't see anyone from my graduating class initially, just wannabe cougars and truckers that stumbled into the dive-y place. As I tipped the beer mug to my lips a shocking force hit my elbow and I got beer on my shirt on the bar.
The force came from two bodies hitting the bar at the same time, I shoddily dressed man blocked my view with his back and I couldn't identify the other person, but he gruffly began to inadvertently help me.
"C'mon baby, let me get you a drink, call it a GRADUATION present," he snarled.
"Fuck off, I told you, I don't let creeps buy me drinks," a female voice shot back from the other side of him. I could tell that things were getting pretty heated so I grabbed his shoulder and stepped between them, turning to look him in the eye.
"I don't have enough time in the world to get in between every guy and innocent girl at a bar, but when they start spilling beer on me they got a fuckin' problem," He opened his mouth to protest but I cut him off, "so you can either pay me for my beer, get the fuck out of our faces, or we can just step outside."
I wasn't a fighter, but I was a firm believer in at least trying to be intimidating around drunks, and this one backed down rather easily. I smiled to myself, after having my own personal Jack Reacher moment, and was brought back to reality by a semi familiar voice.
"That was kind of bad ass."
I turned around to see Stephanie Luna, one of the star volleyball players at my college. I did a once over as quick as possible; low cut top showcasing her collarbones and incredible cleavage, hugging her taut stomach, and a pair of skinny jeans worn tightly against her long, athletic legs. My eyes found their way back to her face, as she caught them, licking her lips and piercing me with her sea green gaze.
"I have my moments." I smiled in response. Too many questions were running through my head to answer but the one that stood out the most found me wondering why she wasn't at some big house party. It was graduation night, after all.
"Your pitcher looks a nearly empty, I'm sorry that I was led that guy to spill your beer. Wanna share another round?" Without waiting for my answer she tossed a few dollars the bartenders way, got another mug, and poured us both a beer. "Your speech was really great," I blushed as she referenced my commencement speech. "I really enjoyed the Boy Meets World reference. That used to be my favorite show."
She flashed me a genuine smile, and continued talking my ear off for a few minutes as we drank together. Eventually I started penetrating the conversation, and our knees grazed every so often. My questions still ran circles in my head, but I was content enough to stay in the moment and over-think things later.
It was time to spice things up. As we finished our pitcher I ordered another one.
"Let's play pool" I said, and walked towards the table without waiting for her answer.
I grabbed a cue, and as I racked the balls I looked up to see the beautiful Ms. Luna walking towards me, hips sashaying, lips shining, and eyes lighting up.
"I'll break." she took the cue from my hand, winked, and walked to the opposite side of the table, bending over, as her supple flesh revealed itself a bit more. I licked my lips as I stared for a beat to long. "Eyes on the prize sugar," she whispered as she struck the cue ball vigorously, and it scattered the other balls. Much to my chagrin, two colors sank in.
"You've done this a few times, huh?"
"I've hustled a lot of drinks from a lot of creepy guys," she said, sipping her beer before sinking another colored ball.
"I certainly hope I'm not one of them." she smiled and shook her head as she checked out the table. "So why aren't you at one of the ragers tonight?" I got up the courage to ask.
"Too many guys trying to get into my pants," she muttered. "You?" she dropped another ball.
"Same." she giggled, a cute, infectious laugh. "Why didn't I see you at any of my games this year," she shot back in a semi-serious tone.
I felt the liquid courage rise to my heart and I told the truth;
"I'd be too busy staring at your ass to adequately pay attention to the game," I said calculatedly. Taking another swig, I leaned against the wall, sliding my hands into my pockets.
"Is that so?" she cooed, walking around the table to position another shot, and bending over in front of me, her heart-shaped ass shaking slowly, riding down to reveal the top of a green thong. That perfection was only a few feet in front of me, and my mind flashed to her perfect cheeks encased in the tight black spandex she normally wore around campus. My cock began to harden in my jeans and I licked my lips wondering how it would feel to bury my face in between her buttocks.
"Actually," she said, turning to face me, catching me again, red handed in checking her out, "could you help me with this shot? I'm having trouble concentrating because of the beer."
Wordlessly, I approached, echoing her form with mine, my breath hot in her ear, my crotch nestled firmly against her ass. I felt a wiggle from her as she very obviously pressed back into my growing member. I saw the corner of her precious lips crop up in a smile as my hands shadowed hers.