It wasn't all that love at first sight, cupid and arrows bullshit that everyone said it would be. It's kind of hard to describe the feeling or the moment when it all clicked, but our first encounter was more like...like a pot of water boiling over. Let me see if I can explain.
When we first met, it was at a mutual friend of a friend's party. No special reason, the guy was just a big partier and threw huge ones every weekend at his townhouse about five minutes from campus. His parents were ridiculously loaded and not only poured a large amount of money into the university, they also poured a large amount into their son's top rated education. Which, of course, he put the money to good use and not at all into being known for having the most insane parties, for having the most absurd amounts of alcohol, and surprisingly never getting in trouble for any of it.
Look, it was his life and if I was able to enjoy even one of his parties and get wasted off of some amazing top shelf alcohol, then who am I to judge? I was just a twenty-one year old theatre major trying to have a healthy balance between my stressful studies and having as much fun as humanly possible. And that is what I fully intended to do when myself and a couple of my friends walked up the stairs of the townhouse, my hand moving up to ring the doorbell, and hearing the booming bass of a random EDM song and the roar of a houseful of partying college students. Yeah...I still don't know how this hasn't been shut down.
The townhouse was enormous compared to the others in what looked to be a pretty normal tree lined neighborhood, lawns perfectly manicured and streets immaculate. Definitely not where you would think a single male college student would live. We walked in and was given a little mini tour; 8 bedrooms (not including master bedroom), many bathrooms, a kitchen any chef would drool over, and a huge open living room that housed most of the guests under the most outrageous lighting setup you'd most likely see at a rave and not in someone's living room.
After greeting everyone, we made a beeline to the massive open bar and I ordered a simple gin and tonic to start the night off. Grabbing our drinks, we made our way over some people we knew from class, chatting about the day and other random important topics such as why there was a guy trying to do a handstand when he clearly never did one in his life and clearly was intoxicated. I took a drink of my gin and tonic, savoring the refreshing and slightly bitter cocktail, and felt a set of eyes on me. I turned my head both ways, not really seeing anyone looking my way and just continued on with the conversation, forgetting the thought.
About an hour into the party and after a few heated dances with some of my girlfriends, I saw my friend; the guy who invited me to the party, speaking with none other than the host himself. My friends and I walked over to them, saying hello and thanking them for inviting us. While the host was definitely not my type with his flamboyant style and teal undercut hairstyle with piercings of all shapes and sizes lining his ear and one small hoop on his nose, I couldn't deny he was incredibly friendly and charismatic. He made sure everyone that spoke with him had his undivided attention, was having the time of their lives and were very well taken care of. Now I get why people came to his parties.
A group of three guys walked over to the group, saying hello to my friend and the host as if they knew them well. That was when him and I met. We were introduced and all of us talked for a little bit before we heard the doorbell and the host needed to get the door. Some of us broke off from the group, including myself and him, and we went out on the patio with our drinks, chatting and in some cases getting to know each other.
The entire conversation he kept on staring at me, leaning back in his chair with what looked to be a crystal tumbler with quite possibly bourbon. Not that I really minded, I was stealing small glances over myself from behind my glass. The more I got to know him, the more I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He had this manner about him that made me want to know more about this guy.
About an hour later, most of the people had left the group either to dance or just hook up with someone, leaving me and him alone on the patio. I started getting a little nervous under his gaze until he said, "I wouldn't mind chatting more with you, but if you need to go back to your friends I understand."
Screw my friends, I didn't want to leave him. I knew that was a terrible to say, but if I left him now there's no telling when or if we would see each other again. Yeah we had mutual friends and with the accessibility of social media and communication options nowadays, it would be pretty easy for us to get in touch. However, he was a working on his masters in business and I was still in my third year of my theatre major. We ran completely opposite lives with mostly different circles of friends. Unless we both made a valiant effort to keep in touch, then...I didn't really want to think what would happen right now.
"I've got an idea. Don't move," I said, getting up from the sofa and going through the patio door only to come back a few minutes later with two shot glasses and a perfectly chilled bottle of alcohol. He stared at me quietly but with his eyebrows furrowed and a look of confusion.
Setting the glasses on the table, I grabbed the bottle and poured a healthy amount into each shot glass, watching the amber liquor contrast perfectly with the uniquely shaped crystal. I pushed one over to him and said, "Ok, name of the game is 'truth or drink', every question you don't answer or give a vague answer to, you have to take a drink. Person with the most amount of questions answered wins. Game?"
"I'm up for a little game," He chuckled.
"Good, I found a site on my phone with questions while I was waiting for the alcohol, so we can just use my phone to make it easier. Sounds good?"
"Sounds good to me."
I sat back down in my seat across from him, exhaling to calm the nervous excited energy flowing through my body. "So...who should start?"
"Beautiful women always go first."
Thankfully the only light was coming from a combination of the patio door, the moon and the twinkling lights surrounding the wood canopy overtop of the large heated inground pool. I looked at my phone to find the first question. "Ok...what inspires you to make the first move?"
"If..." He started as one of his brown boots came off the ground and crossed over the other knee, his arm resting on the arm of the chair and his face showing a small smirk in the low light. Ok, was already completely regretting this idea. "I'm attracted to her; she's beautiful, intelligent, has a good sense of humor and I get along with her, then I'll make the first move. I tend to go for the things I want."
"Good answer," I mumbled, squirming under his gaze, leaning over to hand him my phone. "Your turn."
"Hmm let's see...who gave you your first orgasm?"
"Wow...ok if I remember it correctly, it was a guy I dated when I was a Sophmore in highschool. He was a Junior and I thought I was so cool having a boyfriend a grade ahead of me. We dated for about two years and it wasn't until a year after we stopped dating that I found out he was sleeping with one of my best friends off and on for about 10 months before we broke up."
He shakes his head. "Guys can be assholes sometimes."
"His loss. They ended up secretly dating for a few months after we broke up...that is until he found out she was cheating on him with some other guy. Suffice to say she's definitely not my best friend anymore."
"You deserve better than that."
"Thank you," I said and smiled slightly. "If you had to pick, would you be a dominatrix or a submissive?"
"I'm a dom."
"Oh ok, good to know." Fuck I really needed a drink right now.
He looked at my phone and then stared at me with dark and playful eyes. "What do you think an orgy would be like?"
I choked out a laugh, more to cover up my embarrassment over how that one look could turn me on so fast. "Shit these questions don't pull any punches. I don't know...probably really hot and sweaty."
"That's not good enough." He pushed my drink closer to me. "Drink."
I wanted to obey. Normally I would've been a little brat and gotten my way out of it, but I wanted to obey his order. I also wanted him to keep on ordering me. Grabbing the shot glass, I tossed my head back and savored the amber liquor as it burned a smooth trail all the way down my throat, imprinting on my very soul just as he's been doing to me all night.
Setting the glass down and unconsciously licking my lips, I turned to him and saw he had moved from his spot on the other chair and sat opposite me on the other end of the outdoor sofa, lying back with his legs comfortably spread, jeans and white t-shirt molded perfectly to his toned body. This guy knew he was going to be the death of me... and I actually didn't mind that one bit.
Looking down at my phone, I laughed at what the next question was. "Do you ever mentally strip strangers just for kicks?"
