It was Friday afternoon and like any other regular college student, I was really looking forward to the weekend. Luckily for me, I had a party lined up at my friend Adam's apartment near school. He lives with two other college guys, so I knew pretty much what to expect: a bunch of guys sitting around, a keg of beer, a few bottles of hard liquor, a few skanky girls, and probably some pot. Usually, I wouldn't get too excited over a night like this, but tonight was completely different.
Tonight I was planning on finally nabbing a guy I've been wanting all semester, Jason. Jason is about 6`1, dark brown hair, and has green eyes. His father is American and his mother is Brazilian, so he's got a great blend of skin tone going on. He seems to have a perfect bronze tan all the time, but that's just how he is. Oh, and did I mention he's a soccer player? The first time I saw him at soccer practice without his shirt on, it was instant moisture. I'm not really into big, strong, jock-type guys, but Jason's body is to die for. His body is completely well toned, and his muscles aren't the kind that are obvious and so big they end of looking gross. Everything is just hard enough to seem strong and sexy at the same time, from his gorgeous tanned legs, to his flat and perfect chest. If you stand close to him, you can see a solid six-pack just starting to come into view.
My history with Jason dates back to last semester when we met each other in a Critical Social Theory course and we both hated the professor. We talked and flirted during breaks, but nothing more besides that. Over the winter break I couldn't stop thinking about him. I pleasured myself thinking his smile, the way he would pinch my arms and stomach when we flirted, and a considerable amount of time picturing him south of the border. So I came to the conclusion that Jason was the perfect guy for me to date. Where as most guys who talk to me either pretend to be too cool, or are just too damn nervous or goofy, Jason is sweet, confident, and gorgeous.
Now, a little bit about myself, my name is Lauren Butler. I'm 5`4, have 34 B boobs, weigh 115 lbs, and I'm very firm all over. I have brown curly hair and green eyes. I wouldn't consider myself the sexiest girl at school, but I'm definitely a tight little package. I dated a few guys during my sophomore year at school and two other guys first semester, but nothing serious. If things go well tonight, I think Jason could be the guy I'd take seriously.
So, on with the story, I get back to my room right about 6pm. I'd been shopping all day for new black pants and a sexy, but elegant top that cut off just below my navel. A short skirt would be perfect for the occasion, but it's pretty cold here in Boston. Besides, it's not like I was going to cry out, "I'm a slut. Fuck me Jason." I took a long, hot shower and shaved my legs to make sure they were silky smooth. I didn't expect to get any heavy action that night, but a girl can never be too careful. I even made sure to shave my entire pussy the night before, to avoid any possible irritation marks today. After that, my roommate helped me with my hair and makeup and waited until 10:30pm. The party was supposed to start at 9, but it's never much fun to be the first one there.
So I walk a few blocks over to the party and already the scene is pretty much what I expected. A few big burly guys welcome me at the door, and the living room is pretty much a noisy, and nasty mess. Chips and beer cans cover the table, trashy posters of girls in bikinis adorn the walls, and a funky smell hovers about the room. The music in the room alternates between really bad reggae and trendy mainstream rap music.
I look around the room for Jason but I can't find him. I walk over to the bar and start fixing myself a vodka tonic.
"Can I help with you sexy?"
I turn around and it's Adam. Adam's a 5`6, slim figured, kind of preppie kid with brownish hair. His all American wholesome look would make him a great Ambercrombie & Fitch model. I met him during orientation my freshman year and we've been friends ever since. He's a sweetheart, but I've never had any sexual attraction towards him. He's the type of guy you'd have a crush on or want to kiss, but you wouldn't necessarily look at him and think about sleeping with him right off the bat. He's very respectful too. He'd be more likely to try and hold your hand, instead of feeling up your ass or your tits.
"Hey honey, happy birthday!" We hug and I kiss the side of his face.
He takes a big look at me and says, "Wow, you look great! Too bad I already have a date." He grins and chuckles as he says this to me. His comment makes me think of 2 things. First, Adam still likes me. He has always been giving me compliments from the first day we met, but tries to pass it off as a joke. Lame, but sweet. Second, like I said, Adam always compliments me so I don't really know if I look good or not.
Like always, I try to take his mind of me. I ask Adam who his date is and he points to a cute and petite freshman girl across the room called Kelly. "She's cute. I'm happy for you." He thanks me and goes over to her. For the record, I really do think she's cute and I hope it works out for Adam. I doubt he's ever done anything with a girl. He still has that innocent way about him.
Twenty minutes pass until I finally spot Jason. He walks into the room wearing black jeans and a dark, black, button-up shirt with a few buttons opened up revealing some of his caramel colored chest. My nipples jumped to attention instantly. I couldn't believe how much of an impact this guy really had on me. So I hid in the hallway that connects the bedrooms and the living room and waited for about five minutes until I saw him get a drink and just stand around.
I approach him very casually and act surprised when we finally see each other. He looked at me and smiled. If he only knew what was going on inside my panties when he looked at me like that. We went right into our usual friendly and flirty routine. We talked about the class we had together, what we did over the break, etc... . Not counting several interruptions by some of his friends, everything was going like clockwork. We were grinning at each other the whole time. He kept making us drinks too, which loosened both of us up quite a bit.
After he brought over the third round of drinks I ask him about his plans after the party and he told me he was tired from soccer practice and probably going home. To my surprise he told me he lived in a studio apartment just a block away from my dorm. So I teasingly asked what his room number was so I could go and surprise him one day. "Number seven.", he tells me.
I smile at him and wink at him and just like that his facial expression changes. I wonder if I came on too strong for him, until I realized what was going on. Just a few seconds later a girl walks up right up to Jason and kisses him on the lips. She says, "Hi baby."
Jason's face gets a little red from embarrassment. He holds her hand and says, "Lauren, this is my girlfriend Danielle." He says this to me with a straight face. Girlfriend? Girlfriend!?!?!?!?!? What an asshole! How could he not tell me he had a girlfriend?
He says, "We started going out late last semester right before our class ended." My heart just sank deep into my chest. I started running out of air, but I was not going to let either of them know that.
I say, "Oh that's great. You guys make such a cute couple." Even though it was hard to admit, they definitely were a cute looking couple. Danielle was beautiful. She was about 5`10, bronzed skinned, large round breasts that were at least a C cup, with nipples whose shape you could make out just by looking at her dark halter-top. She had jet-black hair that came down to the middle of her back. Her eyes were big and dark brown and her lips were full and puffy.
He says to me, "She's Brazilian, just like my mom." Great, I thought. There's no way he's going to like my pale ass. She only made me feel worse when she started eyeing me from top to bottom. Her stare can be pretty intimidating. She looked older than me too. I asked them how they met each other and it turned out she was one of his professor's assistant. She was a senior, so my suspicion was correct. I felt like such a kid around her, and I just couldn't handle it so I left.
My first instinct was to leave the party, but I didn't want to seem too obvious so I went and got some drinks instead. I poured myself a tall glass of straight vodka and swallowed it down in three gulps. Needless to say, with the drinking I had done before, I got a little woozy. I decided to sit down for a moment and wait at least half an hour before leaving. Slowly, more and more people started leaving. As I was close to making my exit I noticed Danielle staring at me from across the room. She kept whispering in Jason's ear and giving him kisses. She was obviously aware that I had a thing for him. This all became too embarrassing so I just headed for the door. I felt like crying but I wanted to at least wait until I was out on the street before doing so.
When I got up my head was spinning, my legs were wobbly. So this is what people mean when they say, "I feel like shit." As I reached the door I saw Adam by himself in the hallway. He was crouched down on the floor, his head resting against his knees. I went over to him to see what was wrong.
He looked at me, his eyes were all red. I didn't know whether it was because he was so drunk or if something had happened. He smiled when he looked at me and as he spoke I could the tequila on his breath.
He says, "My night is so fucked Lauren. My night is so fucked. I hate this shit." He kept going on and on about how his life sucked so I made my best effort to drag him into the bathroom and splash some water on his face.
When we got there I could barely stand up myself and used my hands to hold myself up on the sink. Adam just sat there on the toilet, he looked like he was about to cry. I ask, "What is it?"
He tells me how he was making out with Kelley in his room, but she freaked out when he tried to touch her between her legs. He says, "I don't understand, she let me feel her tits through her shirt but she wouldn't let me touch her pussy. Don't girls like it when you rub their pussy Lauren? Don't you like it?" His question made me feel a bit awkward. Adam had never been that blunt with me before, but in his state, I thought it best just to answer.
I say, "It depends on the guy, how long I've been with him, how much I like him...but yes, I like it."