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"...which succeeded from the Union in 1860," I concluded the end of my 'lecture' project. My classmates applauded, heartily. I was rather taken aback by the response.
"Well done, Anna," my Professor of American History stated. "You've a perfect public speaking form, as well as great writing skills."
"Thank you, Professor," I shyly stated. I'm a journalism major, after all. If my writing wasn't good, I'd have picked the wrong area to study. This class was just a pre-req anyways. I have always preferred the more current events in history, rather than the past.
The Professor looked at the clock. "Well, I believe that's all the time we have for tod-" interrupted by the now visibly relieved students of his who shuffled loudly and scrambled to make it to the exits. I rushed forward to my things, gathered them quickly and headed for the door. It was Friday, after all! And maybe even...
After I gathered my things, I waited for the crowd to die down a bit before heading for the door. Before I could proceed forward, the Professor caught my attention, calling me over.
"You paper, please, Ms. Hall. You wouldn't want to fail on a technicality after such a good presentation," he stated.
I blush and, visibly startled, hand him the project with a meager, "sorry," and proceed for the now empty doorway, hurriedly.
I was in such a rush, only to go meet my boyfriend, Pierce. Oh, Pierce... He's a year older than me, graduating college next year. He was the best thing to happen to me. The rush of thinking of him and what might happen tonight sent a chill up my spine. He would be my first, I was sure of it!
I mean, sure, I've dated before, but that was be for my mom died. That accident when I was 16 shook me. I was seeing this great guy in high school at the time, but after mom died, I broke it off with him. I was so crushed that I focused only on school work and what I wanted to do with my brief existence in this world. I kept my grades up and got a scholarship to this University in the city. Dating hadn't crossed my mind again until I was at a party with some girls I'd met and there he was. He was taller than most people in general, and well built too. He played baseball with the college team and was quite popular. I was so lucky when he came over and just said "Hi."
After that, I was pretty much his, but something always held me back. I wanted my first time to be special, not intoxicated or high on some college fun drug. We were always going to parties and such together, and though we've made out, I never pursed for more, and neither did he.
Tonight would be different, I thought, as I ran through the door arch into the complex hallway. I was so focused on the possibilities of tonight I didn't even notice the hand reach and grab me. Startled, I dropped all my belongings I was holding.
"Where you off to in such a rush, sweetheart?" a familiar voice rings in my ears.
"Pierce! Oh my gosh, you scared me! I was just thinking about you!"
"Oh, so much that you just completely ignore me and run past?" he teased, while bending down to help me pick up my school things.
"No, I was just thinking of what movie you wanted to watch," I coo, trying to seem meager and sexy at the same time.
"Oh, about that, actually..." he starts. I feel my chest sink a little as he brushes his long hair out of his face. "The boys are all headed to this new bar, it's apparently the newest, hottest thing in town. They've invited us and all your friends too, so we can all hang out and check it out. If it's a drag we'll go back to my place and watch a movie. How's that sound?"
Hiding my disappointment, as excited as I can fake, I respond with a, "sure, that sounds good. It would be cool to see everyone together again," even though I know we just saw all of them on Tuesday. I wanted this to just be Pierce and I tonight.
"Great," Pierce exclaims. "I've got an errand to run, but I'll meet you at your and Mandy's place in about two hours, babe." He kisses my forehead, turns, and walks towards the back exit of the complex.
Completely bummed out, I walk to the front of the complex and walk outside. Students everywhere, I make my way towards the off-campus housing. Dad had helped me get an apartment off-campus so I could feel a bit more independent after high school. I just happened to have the best roommate in the world too.
Mandy met me at the door, startling me again. "Have you talked to Pierce?! Did he tell you we're all going to 'Logan's' tonight?"
"'Logan's'," I sighed, "is that the name of the place?"
"Yeah, apparently it opened six months ago, but people are just now talking about it. There's concerts there, and a dance floor too! You can bump and grind into your 'Perfect Pierce' all night now," Mandy jabbed. She winked at me as I blushed.
Mandy and I had been friends in elementary school. We were separated in middle school, but we kept up through social media. She's the only one who knows me super well in our group of friends, the only one who know's I've never slept with a man, too. She even agreed to let me use the apartment for the night tonight, too.
Noticing my slouch, she reached out and hugged me. "Don't worry, babe," she whispered. "I'll still stay over at Dave's tonight." Dave was her boyfriend, they've been together for ages.
We chat about our days, the usual giggles about random shit that's happened. I excuse myself and hop in the shower. Might as well be fresh for tonight, I suppose.
Looking at myself, drenched in warm water, I can't help but wonder how many women Pierce has been with. I've never asked if he found me attractive, and he's never seen more of me then what my shirt and pants show. I think I look pretty good. I'm 5.4, but moderately skinny for my height. I fill a C cup bra and have a pretty tight butt, but would I live up to his expectations? Would I be good enough for him?
I shake the thoughts from my head as I exit the shower and dry myself off. I pick out clothes for the evening that we're now having, a more revealing top than I'm used to, matching bra and panties, and some tight fitting pants to extenuate my tight rear. Mandy compliments my look, and as I look her over, I can't help but get jealous. She's a good four inches taller than me, but has the shape of a goddess, big tits too. She was wearing clothing less conservative than mine, a halter top and no bra, with the skin tight pants to boot. Dave was sure to love the outfit tonight.
We passed the time until the bell rang a little later than two hours, it was about 8:00, and outside stood Dave and Pierce. Mandy greeted Dave with their usual mini-make out session, and I gingerly greet Pierce, pulling him in for a kiss. He give me a tiny peck, half paying attention to me, and then starts pulling us toward his car.
The drive is shorter than I thought it would be, our apartment is in the city limits, and this supposed "Hot Spot" was downtown. We pulled up and the outside left little to be expected. It was an older brick building, looking like it was decaying from the interior. The only thing that looked promising was the full lot we pulled into nearby. We got out and met up with the rest of the gang, Jon, Becca, and...
Stacy... What was she doing here? Stacy was Pierce's ex-girlfriend. They'd broken up about two weeks before we'd met at the party. She's a rich "Daddy's Girl" with platinum blonde hair and big, augmented, double D's, and a ripped shirt to show them off. Her skirt didn't leave much to the imagination either, barely covering her large rear that looked fake too.
The group waiting greeted us, Stacy a bit friendlier to Pierce than I'd like. We exchanged pleasantries with a glare in each of our eyes, and proceeded into the bar.
The inside was a completely different story than the outside. While the look outside preached decay and rot, the inside was almost like a nightclub. Lights shown just enough to make sure you could see everything while keeping areas for shadows. The bar, itself, seemed to be off center of the large room, off to the left from the main entrance, with a large stage area and dance floor to the right. Left of the bar were four pool tables, three of which were occupied by students. The smell of food wafted into my nose as I noticed a sizable kitchen area behind the bar. A sign hung on the bar, reading, "Public Service Officials Drink Free!" It didn't feel crowded, and there were booths off to the side of the dance floor for sitting, some currently occupied.
The whole room still seemed big even though it was thoroughly populated. Probably 20 to 30 men and women were inside, scattered about the bar, the tables, and the dance floor. Music was playing in the background, with no sign of the source.
A large man, looking in his mid 40's, stopped the group at the entrance. He asked for ID's, which were presented and scanned thoughtfully. He smiled and let everyone pass, and Pierce led us to a booth off to the right. I snuggled up close to him from the edge after everyone sat down, making sure to catch Stacy's eye. From the ugly glare I caught from her, my message had been received.
We sat and chatted as the music played in the background, since we were all friends. Catching up on the events of the week, the boys telling jokes, all of us laughing. I can't help but look to Pierce who would look back and smile, just for me. I fluttered every time he did this.
"So who wants to down a couple?" Dave asked, breaking the alcohol barrier. "I'll buy the first round, I'm in a good mood."
"Hell yeah," Pierce replied. "Let's get our drink on!"
Pierce looked at me, expectantly, as I was blocking him in. I got up, as did everyone else, and we proceeded to the main bar area.
