When Kylie came up to me at the bar, I was shocked. Baffled. Startled. Flat out breathless really. I never had a hard time with women, but I'd always made the first move.
"Do you look like this all the time or is tonight something special?" she asked me.
"I'm sorry, what?" was all I could manage in response. It was Halloween and I had pulled my thick woolly big foot costume down to my waist. I was on the football team at my small school in southish-centralish California, but it didn't really mean anything except I was in decent shape. Well sorta in shape. I was a punter. Tall and lean at 6'3 205. So take it for what you will. Long story short I spent about 10 hours a week in the gym doing something or another.
She was looking at my arms and holding a drink in one hand and her phone in the other. The gym hours must have been paying off. Likewise, I couldn't stop myself from checking her out. She had cropped blonde hair and dark blue eyes that struck me dumb the way they sparkled against her olive skin. She was slender from top to bottom and had the softest pink lips I'd ever seen. Though her most striking feature was definitely her thick dark eyebrows that gave her a distinct sex appeal.
Her costume was simple in concept, but had my blood pumping from first glance. She was a witch in a short black dress with long sleeves, lace stockings, and a black pointy hat.
I had a really genius response that I'm surprised didn't just end the relationship right there, "Well. I suppose I'm usually a little less hairy."
But fortunately for me she giggled and handed me her phone.
"Put your number in."
I typed my digits into her phone and handed it back. She tapped it a few times and I felt my own phone vibrate in my pocket. I had just scored the number of the sexiest woman I'd seen all night. I rubbed my chin, mostly to prevent my jaw from dropping to the floor. She stood up next to me on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear.
"I like hairy. But I love hairless."
I thought my eyes were going to pop out of my head.
"I uhh... I mean I also -" I stammered.
She laughed, grabbed my hand, and led me to the dancefloor. It was crowded, as most frat parties were on campus, and she pressed her ass up against me hard. This led to the second time that being on the football team came into my favor. All the pregame dances and trap shit that we listened to before games to get hyped guaranteed that I actually knew how to dance or at least how to look good doing whatever it was I was doing.
After a while of showing that I wasn't the typical lost white boy at a party, she turned and started grinding her crotch against mine. It felt like heaven.
"Here, finish this. It's in the way," she said and handed me her drink. It was still pretty full and after I tasted it, I realized it was just water so I slammed it and threw the cup to the floor. We had a small crowd around us semi-watching us/semi-copying us and I think Kylie was thriving on it. I felt a little delirious... and very horny.
I thought the night was going really well, and I have to admit I was already envisioning how I was gonna seal the deal when a girl in a matching costume, but with long dark hair, came out of nowhere and took her by the arm.
"Wait, what?" I got out before we were separated.
"Sorry! It's time for us to go! You know how it is," the dark haired girl said as she dragged my prize away. I spent the next thirty minutes wondering if my night was over, but continuing to dance and have fun. I felt like that last hour had just validated my entire life. A couple of other girls agreed to dance with me, but I couldn't get my mind off of my witch.
It was 1:42 when I checked my phone and read the text from the newest number in my phone. It read, Donahue Hall 121".
Normally, I wouldn't fall for such an obvious thirst trap. I promise. But tonight I couldn't say no for some reason. And that text meant there was still hope for me yet.
I went by my room and threw on some gray sweatpants (a lady's favorite) and a t-shirt. When I got to her dorm the door was slightly open. I could hear Kylie and the other girl talking inside, but couldn't tell what. I knocked and they were quiet for a split second before Kylie told me to come inside.
"Uh, hey." I stood awkwardly near the sectional couch that Kylie was laying on. She was still in her costume and smiling up at me. The dress was hiked up by her position on the couch and I could see the bottom of her white Calvin Klein thong.
The other girl had changed into flannel pajama bottoms and an oversized t-shirt. Her face was buried in her phone and I think she was determined not to acknowledge my existence. There was a Sonos speaker in the corner playing what I would personally describe as bedroom pop.
"Come, sit," Kylie patted the cushion next to her. I sat down next to her and she kicked her feet up into my lap. Her legs were long and smooth. I think she had actually reapplied lotion or something because they felt incredibly soft against my skin.
"That's Monica. She's technically my twin," Kylie said.
"Oh, wow. Nice to meet you Monica. I'm Adam," I said.
"Great," Monica didn't bother to make eye contact and just scrolled on her phone. Kylie and I chatted about random shit for a couple minutes while Monica pouted in the corner. With no warning, Kylie sat up and leaned into my ear.
"Ok, I think the Molly is kicking in," she said.
"I'm sorry, what?" I said, but I knew exactly what she said and I had a feeling I knew exactly what had happened. I had heard of it before, some sororities will spike random drinks at the pregame and then send everyone out to the party. And while I'm not really a partier, I knew Molly dissolved perfectly into water. It would also explain why I'd felt like I could dance all night and my general err... sensitivity to Kylie's body.
"I gave her one of the cups from the pregame when we got back," she giggled. I looked over at the coffee table and sure enough there was a now empty solo cup in close proximity to Monica.
"Are you-" I started but The Weeknd came over the speaker and Kylie jumped up and turned the volume way up.
"Oh my god, this is one of my favorite songs," she began to pick up where she left off at the party, though instead of dancing in front of me she made her way over to Monica and started aggressively dancing in her face.
"Ugh, stop," Monica tried to brush her away and keep playing on her phone. She tried her best to be grumpy, but eventually Kylie won out and Monica danced ever so slightly.
"Do the hip pop!" Kylie begged Monica.
"No way. I'm tired," Monica put her phone away finally, but refused to budge from the couch.
"Pleeeeaase. I'll rub your back . I promise," Kylie held out a pinky to Monica. I didn't know it at the time but Kylie was enroute to becoming a PTA and eventually PT so her back and shoulder rubs are truly something to experience.
"Ok, ok, fine. Just once," Monica stood up and Kylie squealed with laughter before crashing back down on the couch next to me. Monica had a begrudging look on her face as she pulled her long t-shirt up over her waist and tied it in a knot just between her breasts which I now realized were actually much larger than Kylie's. That being said, what really took my breath was the soft porcelain skin of her flat stomach. Her hips were outlined sharply against the curves of her body.
"Adam's a perv," she said. Shit. I had made it too obvious. Kylie just laughed. As the music changed to something I can't possibly remember, Monica began to pop her hips side to side like a belly dancer. I thought she was done when she stopped, she had said just once after all, but then she rolled the tops of her pajama bottoms down a few times exposing even more of her body. I could make out the bridge of her mons against her panties before she rolled them down as well.