The night we met was the last day of my second semester; I was still a Freshman at my local JC. I knew that I had failed my last final for the day and my best friend 'Lo' had been begging me all week to go to a party with her that night. The party was for her ex-boyfriend's birthday. He had been trying to get back with her for months and finally guilt her into the commitment, but she didn't want to go alone. I really didn't want to go, but she was always doing things that she didn't want to do for me, so I felt obligated to her. We both knew that all of her ex's friends just wanted to get me drunk so that they could get into my pants. The thing is that I know myself, and knew that if I did get drunk enough I would do allot of things that I wouldn't do if I was sober. Of course she begged me, and I finally said yes. She knew that I was trying to rid myself of boy drama and was not looking forward to this party.
Lo started trying to get me hyped up for this party saying that there would be this guy there that I didn't know yet. She said that he was pretty cute. "How do you know he's cute, have you met him." I knew she didn't know what she was talking about and her answer only confirmed what I had already thought, "Well, I've never met him, but I did see him in the parking lot when I dropped Dan off to golf." (Dan is her ex) Great, just what I needed, he could be dog ugly, "His names Dino, and don't laugh, he's suppose to be really nice." This past semester I had the worst luck with men, and decided at the age of eighteen that I was giving myself a break from it all. Despite her efforts the name Dino didn't intrigue me in least and in fact did the opposite. No more men, or parties, or even messing around. I had had it. So walking into his house I knew I would be less than happy. The trip there almost stopped us from going. I had to go home to get ready, which didn't take long, we left and I hit a huge dog with my mom's car, and then ran out of gas. All signs pointed that someone obviously didn't want us to go to this party but it turns out we ran out of gas right in front of a friends house. We re-fueled and went on to the party. When we arrived there were only a few cars outside and I started to laugh knowing that this was set up just to get my friend out there so her ex could beg her to get back with him. She didn't find it very amusing.
Once inside it was only her ex, and two of his friends. One of his friends I knew, and couldn't stand, and the other was someone I had never met before, I assumed this was Dino. The trio was pretty drunk and I found that funny because her ex and his irritating friend are even lamer drunk than sober. We sat down and acted like a couple of bitches, and they started to get stoned. I didn't want any so when it came to me, I passed it to this new guy. He didn't even look at me or say thanks, and that was all I needed to judge and deem him as a 'dick head' for the night, silently of course.
After a while we all kind of switched around where we were seated and I moved across the room from dick head. That's when I noticed that dick head was hot. I mean really hot. He was tall about 6'2" and about 210 pounds. He was in jeans, a long sleeve tee, and worn out blue-green hat. His skin looked tan this golden brown with these beautiful upper arms and broad shoulders and he had these faint lines around his eyes that made him look like he must be constantly smiling throughout his days. His eyes were sort of this bluish greenish color not quite hazel and they drew me into this hypnotic type of stare that I couldn't seem to break away from. As I was staring at him, he looked right back at me, no expression, just there. That was when I took a long swallow of my Corona and as seductively as I could I wrapped my lips around the top of the bottle and allowed my tongue to dip just inside the rim as I let the liquid flow into my mouth and down my throat. He watched as if he was enjoying the show I gave as much as I enjoyed giving it. When I was done I lowered the bottle right between my thighs and he smiled at me, got up, and asked me if I wanted another corona- with a lemon.
I laughed at him and said "I'll take a corona, but how about one with a lime."
He just smiled and was gone.
When he came back we were all standing in the room and as he handed me my new bottle of beer I lifted my old one to put it on a nearby table and when I did this I had to reach causing my tight shirt to ride a little more up my stomach and he caught sight of my belly button ring and asked if he could see it. Of course I said yes, and gladly raised my shirt a little. When he stood back up he did so slowly and he tilted his head so his eyes met mine and that's when I noticed that he was definitely older than any of us. I was surprised to find myself acting kind of shy, but finally returned his stare and asked how he knew my friends ex. He simply replied,
"we golf together."
Okay not much to go with, but my friend interrupts and asks,
"don't you work at the middle school, it's right across from my house and I swear I've seen you there."
"Yeah, I thought I recognized you, were you unloading some groceries the other morning,"
"That was me, I knew you look familiar."
All I could think is 'great, there he goes. He doesn't even like me, he likes her, and why do I care, I'm acting jealous, what's with me.' And I sat back down and watched t.v. trying to understand why I was feeling like this. They kept talking and chatting it up.
"So, what do you do at the middle school?"
"I'm a substitute teacher over there."