I smirked at my reflection. Oh yes, I was definitely getting laid tonight. My shoulder length dark brown hair hung from a side part in tight curls, and my light blue eyes were framed with mascara and eyeliner. I had mixed a little silver into my golden tan eyeshadow, and my lips were painted with clear gloss. Silver hoops hung from my ears. A tight, low V-neck red shirt hugged my upper body, while a short dark flowing skirt hung from my hips. All in all, the outfit showed off all of my curves without revealing too much skin. Well, unless you counted how short the skirt was. Because I had lived in Vermont, which had about six months of winter and four months of cooler seasons, it was hard to get a tan. But luckily I had spent about a month straight laying in the sun, so I had a faint tan.
Rebecca walked into the dorm, having gotten ready in the showers, and froze as soon as she saw me. "Daaaamn, girl. You look hot!"
I chuckled. "Thanks. You sound completely surprised." I slipped my feet into a pair of black heeled sandals.
"I just... you never used to wear things like that. You always wore jeans and hoodies. It's just... weird," she said, cocking her head to one side as she appraised me.
"Like I said. I've changed." I grabbed some cash from my wallet and slid it into my cleavage. "So, you ready to party?" I almost burst out laughing at her shocked expression. "Well? Let's go!"
Thirty minutes (and a little bitch fest, thanks to the snobby red head) later, Rebecca parked her car in a parking space and we climbed out. I adjusted my skirt and strutted forward, eager to see the inside of the "popular" bar. As soon as I opened the door, smoke and music slammed me. My lips pulled into a huge smile as I scanned the crowed, already spotting a few good looking guys. Now, how did I want to go about this. My eyes landed on a pool table, where four boys were currently playing.
I glanced at my roommate. "Feel like a game of pool?"
"Not really. Reid and Tyler run the table every time they play, and they win every game," Rebecca said.
"Reid and Tyler?" I frowned. Please no.
"Yeah," Rebecca said slowly, watching me carefully now. "Reid Garwin and Tyler Sims."
I looked back over at the pool table, and noticed a blue eyed blond boy standing beside a blue eyed brunette. My eyes narrowed on their own and I felt my teeth clench as anger shot through me. Yes, I was still absolutely pissed. "Fine. No pool tonight." Pulling my gaze away from the jackass, my eyes fell on a boy my age standing by the bar. Spiked jet black hair, bright green eyes, handsome features, and from I could tell, a pretty decent body. Basically: hot. I grinned and looked at the blond girl. "Don't wait up tonight." And with that, I made my way through the crowd toward my intended target.
I walked up near him and his friend and leaned against the bar, turned so I could watch the dance floor. From my peripheral vision, I saw both boys assess me. I flipped my hair over my shoulder, revealing my neck to them, and watched their eyes follow my hand as it drifted back to my side. And then I waited.
"You must be new."
Hiding my grin, I glanced to the side. The black haired boy was now leaning on the bar at my side. "Why do you say that?" I asked, letting the corners of my lips pull up slightly.
"Because I've never seen you around here."
"So you come here a lot?"
He shrugged and grinned. "From time to time."
My smile grew. "Well, then. Maybe you can help me out."
"With what?" he asked, setting his drink on the bar.
"I'm looking for someone to have a good time with." My eyes trailed his body and then returned to his. "Interested?"
He gave me a cute, lopsided grin. "I might be able to help you out."
The music changed, and my body immediately felt the need to move. "You think so?" When he nodded, I grinned and took his hand, pulling him to the dance floor. "Prove it." I caught a glimpse of Rebecca and Kira sitting at a table, watching me with astonished expressions. A little ways away, Caleb and Pogue were staring at me as well, looking stunned. Smirking to myself, I turned and pressed my back against my dance partner's. His hands found my waist as my hips found the beat and I began to move, feeling his body copy me.
Three songs later, he lead me off the dance floor toward the bar. But I tugged on his hand and motioned toward the front door and parking lot, flashing him a playful smile. A grin lit his face, and he let me pull him from the building. The parking lot was dimly lit with only a few street lights. But that didn't matter. "Do you have a car?"
"This way," he answered, pulling me toward the darker part of the lot. Anticipation hummed through me as we drew closer to a blue jeep Wrangler. He reached into his pocket for keys, but I pushed him against the vehicle before he could pull them out and leaned up to press my lips against his. He grinned into the kiss, and I took that chance to slip my tongue into his mouth. His hands grasped my waist and spun me around so that my back was pressed against the cold exterior of his jeep. Once pinned, he let his hands trail down and slip beneath my skirt, and his fingers found my undergarment and pull the material down. I shimmied my his and legs, helping to rid myself of the thong, and when it fell to my ankles, I kicked it off, not breaking the kiss.
His hands returned to the now bare skin beneath my skirt. While one hand pushed the skirt up around my waist, the other went to my clit. I sucked in air as his fingers stroked me, and gasped when he plunged two fingers into me. He took that chance to drop his lips to my neck, where they began to work their magic. He slid his fingers in and out while his thumb played with my nub, making my body shudder. My hands frantically went to his jeans, trying to undo the button and zipper quickly. I heard him chuckle before his other hand help me, and his jeans and boxers dropped to the ground around his feet, letting his erected manhood show itself. His fingers left me to grab my hips, and I grabbed his shoulders as he lifted me and stepped closer.
I swallowed a moan as he slowly lowered my body, the tip of his penis poised right beneath my opening. Cursing myself, I mumbled, "You got a condom?"
Groaning in frustration, he set me down and unlocked the jeep and leaned in. A few minutes later, he pulled back and slammed the door, already ripping open the little package. I grinned before taking it from him and pulling the condom out. Catching his gaze, I stepped closer and slowly rolled the latex over his member, watching his eyes slide shut as my hands moved up and down a few times. With a shaky breath, he seized my hips and yanked me up again, shoving me against the side of the jeep. This time, he pulled me down and plunged into my opening.
I gasped and let my head fall back against the cold metal as he began to thrust into me over and over. My hips rocked against him each time he entered as I used his shoulders to pull myself against him, pulling him deeper into me each time. The pit of my stomach began to grow hot, and I rocked my hips faster, increasing the pace. Moments later, my muscles contracted, and a wave a pleasure washed over me. I cried out and buried my face in the crook of his neck, nipping his skin as another moan followed another wave. That did it for him, and I felt his body shudder before he growled and pressed his body against me harder, pushing even deeper into me as his release came. We remained like that, my legs and arms wrapped around him, panting, letting the last of the pleasure roll off us.
"That was... great," he panted.
I nodded. "Yeah." I breathed in and looked at him, a grin playing on my lips. He chuckled before setting me down and pulling up his boxers and jeans. Good, I didn't have to worry about him being clingy. It was just sex, and he understood that. I found my thong and shook it off before slipping it back on. I readjusted my clothes and began walking back toward the bar. His hand grabbed my wrist and spun me around, and his lips pressed against mine for another kiss.
When he pulled back, he grinned. "We should do this again."
"Well, if we're going to be buddies, it'd be nice to know names," I replied, smiling. Yes, he would be someone I'd love to have fun with a few more times.
"Brendan," he said, still grinning.
"Cassie," I returned. "Do you go to Spencer?"
"Nope. Public."
"Hmm. That's a shame. It would've been nice to see you in between classes." I winked.
He chuckled. "That just means we'll have to hang out more often."
"We'll see." I turned and again headed for the bar, and this time he followed. We entered the bar and a second later Rebecca was in front of me.
"Kira and I are heading out. Some drunk spilled alcohol all over her shirt," she said, motioning to the red head to was already pushing her way out the door. "You, uh, want to come or stay?"
I looked at Brendan, who shrugged, grinned and walked away to find his friend. "Sure. I'll head back with you." Rebecca's eyes fell to my neck and she shook her head. "What?"
"I hope you had
fun, you little slut," she said, smiling.
"Oh, I had a
blast," I said, following her out the bar.
