Please feel free to send me messages with your comments and thoughts. I'm not a professional writer, and I'm sure there are grammatical errors, verb tense errors, etc. which I have missed. However, I appreciate all feedback, and am very interested to know what you liked and what you didn't. This is my first attempt at literotica in the female perspective.
All characters are 21 years of age or older. This is entirely a work of fiction; any similarities between any persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental and unintentional. I've deliberately left out most physical descriptions of characters as I, personally, think it's more fun to fill in with our own preferences. So, dear reader, I leave the rest to your imagination . . . Enjoy.
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"Come on, you'll have fun! You don't get out enough, you know that? You should get your nose out of your textbooks once in a while and socialize a little. You're the prettiest girl I know, I don't know why you get so shy."
I peered up over the top of my physics textbook at my roommate, Andrea. I was shy and felt awkward in most social situations. But, she did have a point. I really did want to go have fun with her, and with other people.
"Alright, Andrea. I'll go."
"Good! We'll take my car." Andrea turned on her heels and headed toward the front door of our apartment. I set my textbook aside, grabbed my backpack and followed. As she turned the door handle, Andrea looked at me. "A backpack, Casey? Really?"
I glanced down at the backpack in my hand, then back up at Andrea. "What? It has my wallet and water bottle in it."
Andrea rolled her eyes and sighed as she pulled the door open and stepped out into the cool night air. I didn't understand what her fuss was about.
I followed Andrea to her car, and we got in. As she started the engine and began to drive, I asked, "How many people are going to be there?"
"I don't know, Casey. It's a college house party. Maybe 20? 30? Just relax, okay? You'll be fine," she reassured me.
"Will anyone I know be there?" I persisted.
Andrea thought for a minute before answering, "I don't know, but you're going to have fun anyway, I promise."
Maybe she was right.
A few minutes later, Andrea announced, "We're here."
I peered out the window as Andrea's car came to a stop in front of an expensive-looking, two story house. We got out, and I followed Andrea up the brick walkway to the front door. As she opened it, I grabbed her arm.
"Wait, Andrea, shouldn't we knock? It's rather rude to just walk into someone's home, isn't it?"
"It's fine, Casey. We've been invited, and no one would hear us if we did knock." She was right, the music was loud.
I followed Andrea inside. Beyond the foyer was a hallway leading toward the back of the house, and to our left was a large living area. From where I stood, I could see people talking and drinking in the living room. Some reclined on sofas, others danced. The music was lively and fast with a heavy beat. Andrea continued to walk down the hallway, deeper into the house, and I followed.
"Excuse me," I said, smiling nervously as I squeezed by a boy and a girl talking in the hallway, each of them holding a red cup. The girl glanced at me and smiled, then went back to her conversation. We entered the kitchen. Several students poured drinks at a bar, laughing as they grabbed bottles from each other, arguing playfully about how to make the best "Golden Dream".
"Hi, Lola!" Andrea greeted a girl I didn't know and hugged her. The two began talking. I tucked my hands in my pockets and tried not to look awkward. As I looked around, I guessed that Andrea had been right to estimate 30 students. Then, I remembered there was upstairs, too. I rubbed my left ankle with my right foot. Maybe I should find a place to sit down. That might be less awkward than standing here. But, sitting somewhere alone might be more awkward. Maybe I should wait for Andrea.
"Hi," a deep male voice broke my thoughts. He stood two heads taller than me, blonde, and decently muscular.
"Hi," I replied as I regarded him curiously.
He's going to ask me to move out of the way,
I thought.
I should have found a less conspicuous place to stand. How embarrassing . . .
"You look nervous," he smiled.
Was it that obvious? My brain scrambled for something to say. I stared at him, unable to speak.
"Come with me," he finally said. He gave me a half smile and placed his hand gently on my elbow. I smiled back hesitantly and looked at Andrea. She was deep in animated conversation with her friend. I looked back at the blonde boy. He seemed nice and confident. I followed.
He led me to a far corner of the living room, then turned to me.
"I'm Brad. Bradley Rennet." I smiled, grateful to make an acquaintance. I held out my hand to shake. He took it. "Casey, isn't it?" he asked before I could introduce myself.
"Yes," I said, surprised. He shook my hand.
"I've seen you around campus. Seems you're usually studying."
"Yes," I replied. He looked at me. Maybe he expected me to say more. "It's usually why I go to school. You know, to study." I trailed off as I watched two boys chase each other over the back of the couch. Bystanders laughed, and an amused smile played across my lips. I looked back at Brad. He was grinning as he watched them, too. He looked back at me.
"Fun, huh?"
I smiled wider. "Yes," I replied sincerely.
Brad regarded me for a moment, then announced jovially, "You need a drink."
"Oh, I'm okay . . ." I began to protest, but he grabbed my hand, and my words stopped.
He led me back toward the kitchen. "Hey! Corey!" Brad called to a tall, thin, black-haired boy. "This lovely lady needs a drink!"
The black-haired boy grinned and pointed at Brad exuberantly, "You got it, buddy! What'll the lady have?" I thought it was a little strange that Corey had asked Brad what I wanted rather than asking me. But, I was grateful for someone else to decide for me. The only drink I knew by name was a Long Island Iced Tea, and I wasn't even sure what was in it.
