Christina re-applied her lipstick for the third time that night. She wanted to look extra sexy. Her long, auburn hair was curled to perfection, her mini skirt hugged her ass in a way that left little to the imagination, and her cropped mid-drift top was accentuating her perky C-cups. She was ready for anything.
She stepped out of the bathroom and walked down the hall. The frat party was in full swing by now and half of the guests were drunk enough to forget their names. Christina went to look for her friend Theresa but found her nowhere in sight. As she rounded the corner she almost bumped straight into someone.
"Sorry, I wasn't looking." Said the stranger. He was tall, about six foot, with beep blue eyes and white blonde hair. Christina wouldn't be surprised if he had just stepped out of photo shoot. She put on her flirtiest smile.
"Not a problem, I'm Christina."
"Devon," He responded.
"Do you want to go somewhere and talk? I can barely hear myself think down here." She said giggling. He took her by the hand and led her up the stairs and into an empty bedroom. They sat on the bed and began to talk.
She talked about small things like the weather and her major while all the time he listened to her. Staring intently at her with his caring eyes. 'wow,' she thought, 'he is so thoughtful!' And she continued to talk for what seemed like hours before her reached over and kissed her.
