What better way to get over a douche bag who cheated on me than to sneak into a party on a Wednesday night and hookup with a hot stranger?
So, that’s exactly what I did.
I picked myself up off the bathroom floor and took a quick shower. After that, I blow dried my hair and then straightened it.
At this point, it was 7 p.m. I quickly did a full face of makeup and brushed on a little bit of glitter all over my face.
Then I went into my closet and put on a low cut, skin tight, short black dress that I had gotten to wear to one of Este’s parties last year. I added a pair of gold hoop earrings to go with it.
I slipped on the matching pair of knee high sparkly heeled black boots, grabbed my keys and phone, and hopped in my car.
I felt like such a bad bitch.
I drove to the nearest college campus, and sure enough, one of the frat houses was throwing a party.
I drove around the corner and parked on the street. After locking the car and checking my makeup in the window, I walked up to the frat house.
There was a bigger, muscular guy standing outside the door, like a bouncer. When I walked up, he looked me up and down, grinned while looking at me, and moved. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched his eyes follow me in.
I looked around the enormous house, glad that all the girls were dressed similarly to me. They all had short, tight dresses on, with heels or heeled boots on.
The music was loud, but not blaring so that people could hear each other.
I walked to the kitchen area, and I found a tray of shot glasses. I poured myself one and downed it quickly.
I was too hurt to feel the burn.
Two more shots later, I noticed a hot guy looking at me. So being the bad bitch I was, I walked over to him.
“Hey,” I said casually.
“Hey. You’re pretty hot,” the boy said.
“Thanks,” I said.
This boy looked me up and down again, pausing for a second when he got to the low cut neckline. He smiled.
“I’m Josh,” he said, taking a sip of whatever was in his solo cup.
“Betty,” I replied.
He raised his eyebrows at me as he swallowed.
“Betty?” he said.
“Shut the fuck up, my mom was high when she gave birth,” I said, giving a flirty smile as I flirtingly touched his arm.
He looked down at my hand while smiling.
“No, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that I thought of the name Betty as more of a grandma name, not one for a girl as hot as you,” Josh said.
“Shut up,” I say, smiling.
He laughed.
“Make me,” he said, with a little bit of sass.
We talked for a while, about random things, nothing too serious.
After a while, it got a little more deep. He told me that he wanted to switch his major already, after only being at college for two weeks.
I learned that he had just turned eighteen, which was great because I would turn eighteen in a few weeks.
We looked at each other, smiling at first, but then I watched his smile fade as his gorgeous brown eyes lingered down, staring at my lips, which were covered in red lipstick.
He was so beautiful. He had striking brown eyes; they were warm and deep like a pool of molasses. The brown complemented his tan so well. It wasn’t a tan that you get in the summer, it was more of a deep, natural tan. And his hair was such a deep brown, almost black, but in the light, the lighter strands of hair gleamed like stars.
This boy was beautiful.
We were longingly staring into each other’s eyes for what felt like forever. In an amazing way.
He lifted his arm up from his side, his touch warm against the side of my face. He put his cup down with his free hand and then put his pointer finger on my bottom lip.
I bit the edge of my lip as I inched closer to him, leaning my body against his. Warmth radiated off of him.
I placed my hand on his shoulder, pulling myself in.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered in his ear.
I pulled back to look at him and he pulled me in again, kissing my red lips. I kissed him back. He was so passionate, making me feel as if I’d known him for years.
Lust washed over me as I wrapped my legs around his waist, jumping into his strong, muscled arms.
We made out like that for a few minutes, until he pulled back.
“My roommate isn’t gonna be back for a few more hours, we could go back to my dorm,” Josh said.
I bit my lip and nodded.
He put me down and we pushed our way through the crowded house and out the door.
“I drove here, do you want me to drive over and park outside your building?” I asked.
He flashed a flirtatious smile.
“I walked, could I just go with you?” he asked.
“Yeah, of course,” I said, nodding.
We ran across the street together holding hands as a car drove past, honking at us. We got in my car, letting him drive since I didn’t know where his dorm was.
Josh pulled in front of a nice looking building, parking my car and turning it off. He turned and looked at me while he put his hand on my thigh, moving his hand up.
“Wait a few minutes, baby,” I said.
We got out of my car and I followed him up to his dorm.
I walked into an empty dark room, which I found out was a suite when Josh turned the light on. It was a main room, with two doors which, I’m assuming, lead to two separate bedrooms.
He picked me up again and we started making out. He pinned me against the wall, moving his hands up and down my body.
After a while, he started walking toward the bedroom door on the left, pulling my hand to take me with him.
Once I was inside his dark room, he gently pushed me down on his bed and closed the door.
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Hours later into the night, I was wide awake, with Josh’s warm body up against mine while he slept. His arms wrapped around me.
This is exactly what I wanted.
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