Chapter 01: Vibrations
The vibrations of the ground danced to the beat of the music, and Megan hazily stumbled through the body filled college apartment.
Jenny n Max mus be roun here somewhere
, Megan forced the thought through her liquor filled mind. She put the large red cup she held to her lips,
empty?
She thought. Her head turned to the punch bowl across the room.
I'v-only had one…I thin'. I c'n ave nother.
Megan was nineteen years old, and after transferring from a community college, this was her first semester away. Her roommate Jenny, a freshman, had practically dragged her to all the frat parties for the past three weekends. Megan was more of the quiet, shy type. She didn't like all the noise. Plus, all the college guys at the parties kept hitting on her, which would have been fine if what they were after wasn't written all over their faces, sex.
But Megan did like the alcohol. She had never drank back home, her parents were too strict. The frat parties had something called punch, which turned out to be a massive amount of vodka diluted by fruit punch to the point it could not be tasted. She liked the way she felt on it, even though she knew she acted very different. And right about now, it had fully kicked in.
Megan pushed her way thought the tightly packed room, her goal hazily in sight. A hand squeezed her toned butt through her tight jeans. She moaned, and she clumsily moved her hand to grab it, but it was already gone. The bodies surrounding her pushed her to the left. She would have fallen if not for hands supporting her. But the hands were doing more than that. She felt two on her butt, one of which moved further and further between her legs, and another caressed her flat stomach under her small, green spaghetti strap top. The hand rapidly moved up to her breasts, luckily she had worn a bra. "No, no'now!" She called out. "I jus wan punch."
"Punch?" A voice said from an unknown place. "Here, let me give you a hand."
Megan felt a tug on her wrist and she followed, unable to comprehend what was happening in her alcohol induced state. The unknown force led her to a small opening in the crowd, next to a wall. She looked to her wrist and saw that a hand had pulled her across the room. She followed it up a well-toned arm, and to a pair of strong shoulders, wrapped in a black t-shirt.
Her eyes skipped to his. Dark blue eyes were framed by black wavy hair, which fell to his forehead and around to the top of his ears. Megan felt a smile on her face, though she had not remembered forming one. She put out her hand but quickly lost her balance, "I'm Megghh-ooph!" She said, and fell onto his body; the top of her head just missed his chin. Sturdy arms embraced her, and Megan returned the favor, though she convinced herself that her returned embrace was only to hold her balance.
"Hello Megghh-ooph, my name is Parker, but you can call me Dark." Her savior said. "And it looks to me as if you've already had all the punch that will fit in that tiny body of yours, are you sure you want another?"
"I let-t out… peed, n I wan-nother." Megan slurred, still clung to Parker's body. "P-eese?" She looked up to his dark blue eyes with her beautiful deep brown.
Parker laughed. "Nice try, but I think you're going to have to sober up for that to work on me, babe. I won't get you any more punch."
The vibrations which ran through Parker's chest and into hers blocked out all words he formed, but the sensation ran electricity though her body. "Mmhhm," Megan moaned. She felt his hand brush her dark brown hair behind her ears, and she instinctively moved to her tippy-toes. Her eyes fell upon his lips, and they kissed.
"Meg? Megan? C'mon sweetie, we've got to get you home, you're drunk." A soft female voice spoke to Megan's side. "Where did you run off to anyway?" Megan felt a hand grab hers. "Max, MAX! She's over here."
Megan broke her embrace with Parker. "Jenny?" She asked, looking at a slender, young girl with blond, straight hair.
"Yeah, hey sweetie," She pulled Megan away from Parker. "We've got to go, cops are on their way."
"Cops?" Megan looked to Parker. "C'n you come?" She felt Jenny wrap an arm around her waist. Her body began to move with the direction of her friend. She looked back to Parker, only a few feet away. "Come," she said, and stretched out her hand.
Parker smiled, and embraced his hand into hers. Megan felt a pulse of energy transfer from the embrace, as if their connection was all that mattered.
Jenny let go of Megan's waist and grabbed her hand. Megan looked to her front to watch where her friends led her. She held onto Jenny's hand with dear life and hoped she would lead her and Dark out.
* * *
Megan felt cool air on her face, and she opened her eyes. Momentary confusion struck her as she saw the ground moving, but her feet floating above it. Then she looked down to see a man's back, clothed in a dark t-shirt, between her legs. She wrapped her hands more firmly around the body of the guy carrying her.
"So how'd you get the name Dark anyway?" She heard Max ask from the other side of Jenny, who stood next to Parker.
"It's a long story," Megan heard the guy carrying her say. The sound of his voice brought the preceding half hour back to her memory. "But basically, in high school I was, oddly enough, in the same class as two other Parker's. The other students always referred to me as the dark haired Parker, or the darker Parker, then just Dark."
"Dark'ssexy," Megan slurred, after she listened to the conversation.
Her companions laughed. "She speaks!" Max called out.
"Yeah, that's probably why you dragged him along, Megan you slut." Jenny grinned.
"B'tch," Megan replied.
"Whore,"
"I wuv you Jenny,"
"I love you to Meggy,"
"Where we goin?" Megan asked.
