Another weekend trip to a cottage was coming up. All of my friends were going as well as others who studied at the university. I somewhat knew everyone and was eager to get to know them better. Especially a special someone. Jeremy was the hottest guy in our uni. Everybody knew it, even him. But somehow he wasn't too cocky about it, although he did bask in the attention he received from the ladies. Sometimes it made me jealous. Other times it made me feel empowered and I was sure I would be the one that would get to bask in his attention.
We left on Friday afternoon by bus. The people were already in the mood to party the whole weekend and beer cans were opening all around. I was sitting with my group of friends at the middle of the bus and Jeremy and other cool kids were occupying the back seats. I couldn't help but steal glances his way every time I heard his velvety chuckles. His smile, or rather smirk, was intoxicating. One of my friends was looking at me funny but I just shook my head to him; He knew I was into Jeremy but I wasn't actually planning to do anything about it. Even though I felt the urge to sometimes.
We arrived at the cottage, people gathered their baggage and hurried to the cottage to reserve rooms and beds for themselves. I didn't hurry, although my friends ran ahead, because I knew there would be enough spots for everyone and I didn't really care where I'd sleep because there wouldn't be much sleeping here.
I was one of the last ones to go inside, apart from Jeremy and Carl. Carl and Jeremy were somewhat friends even though nobody really liked Carl: his humor was highly inappropriate and he only managed to annoy everyone always. The greeting that the three of us received inside was that there was one bed available in one of the rooms and the last two would have to sleep on the couch. Before I had the chance to open my mouth Carl yelled "Dibs!", and sprang into the room. Leaving us others chuckling in the common room. Only then did it dawn me that I would be sleeping with Jeremy on the couch. Shit.
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As the evening approached we went into the gazebo to sit around the fire and eat some snacks. Some were bathing in the saunas and running naked into the lake. People were getting increasingly drunk and I was slightly tipsy when we started playing 'Never have I ever'. Everyone had five fingers up and we took turns in saying things we had never done, the one who lost, so the person whose fingers were down first (one was lost for each thing they had done), had to choose either truth or dare. What a great way to get to know everyone's dirty little secrets because, surprisingly, the never have I ever claims tended to be sexual. I usually won these games. Jeremy often lost.
"Never have I ever kissed someone of the same sex."
"Never have I ever been walked in on."
"Never have I ever done anything sexual in public."
"Never have I ever had a one night stand."
"Never have I ever fantasized about someone who is in this game."
"Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"Kiss the person you have fantasized about."
I watched Jeremy look around the circle, searching for his target. On purpose he let his gaze circulate around and his eyes lingered on everyone. Then he moved. He was going for the person next to me, Cassey, the queen of the bimbos. What a great match they would be, my jealous self thought. Cassey looked smug.
Until Jeremy turned and kissed me. Passionately. Long. Somehow I managed to kiss back even though I was flabbergasted about this turn of events. I could only hear the humming in my ears, not the other cheering and hooting. The kiss seemed to last forever and when Jeremy pulled back I was staring into his sparkling eyes in daze. Had that just happened? I heard an offended huff next to me and in the corner of my eye saw a blond ponytail scurry away from the game.
Jeremy pulled back and took his place on the other side of the circle, eyes still on mine and smirking contentedly. His friends were being guys and spurring him on grossly. My friend next to me was trying to hold back his laughter because I was still so zoned out of the world around me.
The game kept on going a little but my mind was still on the kiss and reasons behind it. He had kissed me. He had fantasized about me. He had probably stroked off to the thoughts of me. That made my cheeks burn. I didn't understand why me because as we saw in the game we were from different worlds: he had had his sexual adventures, whereas I had had one steady vanilla relationship that had ended a year ago and, since then, I had been single without any action in my bedroom. But tonight I was sleeping next to him.
Neither of the two of us lost the game again and we all went inside as the fire was dying out in the gazebo. Some started playing beer pong, others some drinking games involving cards and me and my friends just chatted on the couch. The very couch where I would sleep with him.
I went into the kitchen to get some water and I was filling the glass at the sink when I felt someone else enter the kitchen. The person came the stand next to me, leaning their lower back on the counter. I lifted my gaze just to see who was there but then I froze. Jeremy. He was smiling at me and I probably looked dumbfounded.
"How is your evening going?" He asked casually with a knowing smile.
"G-good I guess. All fun and games" Games? You really had to reveal where your mind had been the whole time? I thought to myself.
"That's nice. Your glass is flooding." I hurried to close the tap. When I turned away from the sink, he was standing in front of me all tall and gorgeous with his shining blue eyes travelling on my face. "You're okay with us on the couch? I can sleep on the floor if it makes you feel better." Jeremy offered. What a gentleman.
"No, no, it's fine. You don't have to do that." I hurried to say. Was I too hurried? Too eager? Now I was overanalyzing everything I did.
