Alison Lane sighed heavily and used a well-manicured hand to lift her heavy, honey-brown hair off her neck, hoping a wayward breeze might find its way to her heated skin. The hot Texas summer sun was out with a vengeance today, making her wish she had chosen a school without a dress code, instead of St. Francis University, where girls were required to wear a button up white shirt, calf-length black woolen skirt, and plaid neck scarf.
She glanced anxiously at the clock. 30 more minutes to go until Psychology let out for the day. It seemed like an eternity!
Be positive! She reminded herself, rewording her earlier thought. Only 30 more minutes until I go home, 90 until I leave for the club, and less than two hours before I have some alcohol in me, hot men nearby, and I can forget all about this heat! She smiled softly. That sounded much better!
When her sister had called yesterday to see if she wanted to go out, she'd been hesitant at first, but Jennifer had talked her into it by reminding her that she hadn't been out since her and Gavin had broken up, almost two years ago. Granted, she'd had a good excuse of focusing on her studies, but every girl needs some fun in their life.
She sighed again. 26 more minutes to go.
*****
What felt like an eternity later, Alison slid her key into her front door, setting her purse and shopping bags down onto the wooden dining table. She picked the bags back up and headed into the bedroom. Her shopping trip had taken a little longer than expected and she had less than an hour to get ready.
She pulled her new dress from the bag and smiled. It had been just inside her price range, and was worth it. The soft fabric clung to every curve and dipped low on her chest, showing the upper curves of her full breasts. Its bright blue shade was perfect to compliment her coloring and made her blue eyes shine. Quickly stripping off her school uniform to stand in just her white lace demi-bra and matching panties, she slid the dress over her head and gave a little wiggle of her curvy body to send it sliding down into place. She ran her hands down her hips, smoothing it, and gave a little giggle. It felt good to look great.
A few minutes later, after freshening up her makeup and slipping into a pair of 3" blue heels, she was ready to go when her sister's taxi honked outside. She took a quick look around to make sure she didn't need anything else, and then skipped quickly down the stairs.
It was a quick ride to the club, and an even quicker wait in the line, as the bouncer was a friend of Jennifer's and let them in with a wink for Alison and a quick spank for Jen. The music inside rippled through Alison's body and she paused a minute, head back, eyes closed, letting the bass pound its way into her bones. This had always been her favorite part of going to a club, when the music boiled and thumped over and around her, sliding over her skin and pooling between her legs. Just walking in was a turn-on.
After a second she grinned and followed her sister onto the packed dance floor, winding through the gyrating bodies to the bar.
To her slight shock, by the time she reached her goal, Jennifer was sitting in the lap of a tall, dark-haired man's lap, slender arms wound around his neck, one hand playing with his hair.
"Alison, Derek. Derek, Alison." She made the quick introductions.
Alison gave Derek a quick smile before leaning into her sister's ear.
"I thought we were here to have fun together!" She yelled above the music.
Jen smiled. "You. You're here to have fun." She shouted back. "You've been cooped up with those books and papers for too long, Ali! We agreed," She indicated Derek, "you need some fun time."
A waiter plunked two fruity looking pink drinks down on the bar and Jen handed one to Alison.
"Go! Have fun!" She turned back to Derek and plastered her lips to his, obviously dismissing her older sister.
Alison sighed, grabbing the drink and moving to the end of the bar. Typical! Her sister was very keen on trying to "fix" her "boring" life. Well, since she was here, she might as well have a drink before she left.
She sipped slowly, letting the orange, cherry and rum flavors mingle on her tongue and the throbbing bass slowly relax her muscles. Her disappointment with her sister faded with the soreness. Finally, feeling better about herself and life in general, she headed to the bathroom for a quick stop before heading home.
Out of habit, she fixed her makeup on the way out of the bathroom. Sliding a quick coat of lip gloss on, she opened the door, head down, slipping the tube back into her satin clutch, and collided with someone passing by. The tube went flying, forgotten, as she looked up into a mesmerizing set of brown eyes. A warm hand came up and grabbed her elbow.
"Steady, girl." His warm voice purred into her ear.
