The whole car ride, they didn't hold a conversation. They listened to the Beatles and always, at the same time, they'd start singing and start laughing afterwards. But, they'd never say a word to each other. The diva started to notice the drive was taking a little longer than she expected. She looked at Chris and saw him look back over. He needs to stop looking at me. Oh, my God. I keep blushing. "Where is this party that you're taking me to?"
"A college," Chris answered with a smirk before looking back at the road and turning the corner. "Is something wrong with that, because, if there is, I'll just take you out to dinner or something?"
Oh, my God. I hope they have pot. "Oh, no. No, not at all. It's sounds fun," Maureen answered and looked out the window, her heart beat going faster and faster by the second. She felt her hands slowly begin to shake and glared down at them. No guy has ever made her this nervous. She usually just shrugs them off, tell them that their hand could do wonders for them and goes to play some pinball at the local arcade. She was such a dude.
Chris looked at her and smiled before eyeing the road. "Good." Having balls, he put his hand on her bare knee and let his thumb slowly move around her inner thigh. "You know, when I saw you in Biology on the first day of school, I couldn't get over how beautiful you looked in those leather pants."
Maureen's heart began racing faster than it has been and she wasn't really breathing. She looked at Chris and smiled, a nervous giggle escaping her lips. "That's sweet," she said and put her hand on top of his. "I thought you looked adorable in your sweat pants, looking like you just rolled out of bed," she stated and chuckled.
"I never get ready for school. I actually sometimes sleep in the clothes I'm going to wear to school the next day." Chris pulled his hand away and put in The White Album. He saw Maureen's smile widen and smirked. "You like this album?"
"Love it," Maureen answered and heard the faint airplane sound coming from the speakers. She began singing 'Back in the U.S.S.R.' with Chris. He sang as she did the little the little oooh's. She looked out the window, trying to hide her smile when she saw a college. "Are we here?"
Chris nodded and parked totally crooked in the parking lot. He got out and opened Maureen's door, letting her out. "Thanks," she mumbled and pulled her skirt down so nothing was shown and she didn't look like the whore she'll grow up to be. [My dad told me to write that. xD She looked around and saw a whole group of people walking into a building.
Chris took her hand and felt it tremble a little. He squeezed it gently and leaned over, giving her a small, nothing really to act on, type of kiss. "You seem nervous," he stated.
And that kiss didn't help, Chris, Maureen thought about saying, but she just shrugged. Perhaps if she had something to drink, her nerves would calm down because, what is a college party without getting a little bit tipsy? Exactly. Nothing. She felt Chris pull on her a little bit so they got to the building faster. "I can't really walk fast when I have a skirt on. I feel like, anyone can see my woo woo," she told him.
Chris turned around, a playful grin on his face. "I don't think anyone would complain," he said and chuckled, pulling her into the building and see someone walking around with shots, already. He took two and handed one to Maureen. "On the count of three."
Fuck the count of three. Maureen immediately gulped that shit, and shook her head, afterwards. "I don't play around when it comes to shots."
"Does your mother know you drink, missy?" Chris teased and got her a beer. "I actually," he started as she began to take a sip. "Hate parties," he added. "So, lets get away from these people. Perhaps a bedroom?"
Maureen didn't make the connection. She always saw this in movies, but, she agreed. She looked over at him and nodded. "Yeah. I hate crowds," she stated and finished off her beer in one huge gulp. "Wait!" Maureen ran to go get another beer, and brought back two. "Just incase," she said with a soft giggle.
Chris laughed along with her giggle and brought her upstairs. He wasn't actually planning on going that far with her tonight. Just wanted to see how good she was at everything but. He pulled her into a guy's dorm. You could totally tell from the naked ladies on the wall, the porn on the ground, and the smell of dirty clothes mixed with Brut all together.
Chris sat down on the bed, and patted the other side. "This is my brother's dorm," he said and smirked. "He's such a perv."
Maureen walked over, sitting down on the bed that Chris tapped and looked around. She finished her second beer and put the can on the floor. Never in her life has she downed so much alcohol in a three minute period. "You have a brother? That's cute. He lets you bring ladies up here?"
Chris wrapped his arm around Maureen's waist and leaned in, taking her third beer away from her and nodded. "Sometimes," he answered. "Can I kiss you?" He questioned, but he didn't let Maureen answer. He knew what she was going to say, so why make her waste her breath? He leaned in and felt her full lips against his parched ones. He even had to admit that it was probably one of the greatest feelings ever. But, he would never say that out loud. He was the kind of guy to do stuff, and then leave the girl behind.
Chris ran his hand around to her flat tummy and flipped them over so he was on top of her and her head was on the pillows. He let his lips linger on hers for a few second before diving into the whole passionate, French-kissing type of thing.
Maureen was in heaven, her own utopia, whatever you want to call it. She was there and enjoying her stay.
