Hey man. Nolan cheeeted on me – need 2talk2u. don’t freakout. i didn’t do anything stupid. Drunk tho. Really f**king drunk!!!!!!
I pocketed my phone and went back to my beer. I was sipping on it like a f**king baby, when two giggling blondes bumped into me, one of them grabbing onto my arm to catch her balance.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she giggled more. She was flirting, and it was obvious.
“No problem,” I said, turning my face back to my beer and trying to ignore Trig’s elbow into my side, telling me I should fix my problems by making bigger ones.
“Hey, my friend and I are trying to find a way home. You guys have a car?” she was leaning over into me now, pushing her br**sts against my arms, and making them impossible to ignore. And I was looking…seriously looking.
I turned to Trig for a few seconds, chewing on the inside of my cheek, my mind sorting through all of the possibilities.
If not this one, then there would be another, and then another.
Taking things into his own hands, Trig just smiled at me and held my stare while talking to the girls. “We walked, ladies, but we’d be happy to walk you home, make sure you get there safely,” he said, holding out his arm to take one of them, and willing me to do the same—daring me.
I downed the rest of my beer, still staring at him, and then threw a wad of cash on the bar and turned around to smile at my distraction. “Sure, let’s go ladies,” I said, smiling at her from the side of my mouth and letting my heavy eyes focus only on her. She snuggled in closely when I did that. Her skin smelled like peaches, and her long waves of hair tickled my bicep.
I’m not going to lie, it had me thinking about what she looked like under that short-ass dress. Maybe I’d been missing out?
Trig and I walked the girls two blocks in the opposite direction of our dorm, and my head was swimming the entire time. I was either going to say goodnight, and head home to pass out—or fight through the dizziness, and make myself feel better by making a decision I’d probably regret in the morning, but would feel so damn good right now.
The girls talked and giggled the entire way to their place, but I couldn’t tell you a damn word they said. When we got to the steps up to their apartment, Trig hung with me for a few seconds, walking them all the way up to the door. But when they invited us in, he just held up his phone and said, “I got things, but my boy will stick around.” He winked at me and skipped down the steps.
Drunk, I followed them inside. The blond that had been walking with Trig just smiled at her friend and said she was going to take a shower, leaving us alone in their living room. Everything looked fuzzy, and I felt enormous in their frilly, girly apartment. I wasn’t sure what I was doing here, but I wasn’t ready to leave yet either. I pulled my hat from my head and shoved it in my back pocket, pulling my sweatshirt up and tossing it on her couch.
“You want anything to drink?” she said, kicking her high heels from her feet and sliding to her kitchen.
I just stared around at my new surroundings, still debating with myself and fighting my instincts. “Nah, I’m good. I should…” I was about to say go when she came back out to the living room, her dress now hanging around her hips and her black bra exposing everything I had been dying to get a better look at.
She walked right up to me and held on to my arm while she pulled her dress the rest of the way down. My mind wandered, “Shit. She was f**king hot!” Her black panties left very little to the imagination, and I was really fighting the urge to just throw her over my shoulder and carry her into her bedroom. Everything started happening in slow motion, and I was pretty sure I was making the dumbest face, my mouth wide open and panting like a dog. My eyes were so heavy, my mind was racing minutes ahead, imagining running my hands over her body and taking off the last bits of clothing she had on. It was all right there, waiting for me.
She stood to her tiptoes and pulled on the collar of my T-shirt to reach her lips up to my face. I let my eyes fall shut for a second, and then her teeth were tugging on my bottom lip. The shock of it knocked me off balance, and I took a step back, my eyes shooting open in an instant.
Fuck! What was I doing?
“I’m sorry, I…I have to go,” I said, grabbing my sweatshirt and turning from her before I changed my mind. Feeling a little guilty, I stopped at her door before opening it. “I’m sorry. This isn’t how I am…You’re a really pretty girl.”
I couldn’t get myself to fully look at her face, but from the periphery, I knew she was embarrassed, and I felt bad. But somehow, I stopped myself from doing something really stupid.