My name is Rain Calloway, I'm 19 years old. I stand 5'5, with long curly blonde hair. My eyes are emerald green and I look pretty good in my cheerleading uniform. I've always had my pick of the boys at school and the jealous envy of all the bitches. It's not my fault that I was blessed with perfect genes.
But anyway .........
James, my best friend and I went to a frat party last night at his college. I never believed they got THAT wild, ya know I've seen frat parties on T.V. but nothing like this one.
When James and I arrived, the party was already in full swing. The music was extremely loud, the girls were extremely drunk and the men were extremely obnoxious, as usual. James excused himself to go talk to this skank that I completely despise named Julie. So I walked over to the pool table, which was being used as a make-shift bar.
There was every kind of booze you could imagine. Red liquor and blue liquor, gold and black liquor. I had no idea what to try first when suddenly a strange voice spoke up from behind me.
"I recommend the pink bottle in the back, it's a special blend that I made myself," said the voice.
I turned around to find the hottest looking guy I had ever seen in my life. He was tall with blonde hair and green eyes too. He had on no shirt and the tightest jeans. I swear they must have been poured onto his legs.
"And what is so special about the pink stuff? It looks like pepto bismol," I said, in a smartass tone.
He laughed and said, "That is no pepto bismol, I guarantee you."
He walked around to the other side of the pool table and proceeded to fix me a drink. I started to feel butterflies in my stomach, unsure if it was nervousness or what. I scanned the room for James, who had already disappeared with Mrs. Skank.
"Are you waiting on someone?" asked the stranger.
"No, actually I was looking for someone but he seems to have bailed on me," I answered.
"That's too bad, a hot chic like you, you would never leave my side, by the way, my name's Mike," he said, handing me the pink drink.
I smiled and took a sip of the "special blend."
"Nice to meet you, Mike, my name's Rain."
He walked back around the table and stood next to me, watching my every move.
"Do you go to school here, Rain?" he asked.
"No, my friend, James, does."
"I see," he answered, "And is James just a friend or am I going to have to get into a fight later on for talking to you?"
"No no, he's just a friend, my best friend," I answered with a slight giggle.
The mysterious pink drink was delicious, very smooth and sweet with a bit of a bite to it once it made it past my throat.
As the night wore on, Mike and I got more and more acquainted. He told me about his classes and his ex girlfriend that would not go away and I told him about my classes and about all the bullshit I had to endure from the girls at my school.
The crowd began to thin out and soon it was just me and Mike and another couple in the corner fucking like wild dogs.
"Do you want to go somewhere a little more private?" he asked.
I don't know if it was the drink talking or just my blatant attraction to him but I told him yes, with no hesitation.
He took my hand and led me up a dark, winding staircase. Finally, up at the top, we came to a long darkened hallway. Doors to the left and doors to the right.
"Come on, Rain, my room's down here on the left," he said, guiding me thru the darkness.
