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I'm very much an introvert and would prefer to stay in with a good book, but when I started college, my roommate was the opposite. Jessica was a social butterfly and sunk her teeth into me as soon as she laid her eyes on me. We ended up going to a frat party when we got settled into our dorm. It wasn't my scene, and I knew people would be able to see that I didn't fit into that type of crowd. Jessica did her best to stay with me at the party to keep me comfortable, but she was easily distracted by those beautiful frat boys.
It was about ten minutes then she was gone, and I was left in the corner of the front room observing the partiers. Gazing over the crowd my eyes met Andrew who was laughing with a group of friends with a red solo cup in his hand. He was dressed so simply in jeans and a t-shirt, but that shirt hugged his muscles so beautifully. I held my gaze for longer than normal and I could feel the heat in my cheeks start to radiate. I hurried my gaze to the floor when he turned his head and caught me looking at him.Busted!
He started walking toward me and I panicked. My heart was racing, and I was trying to come up with an excuse for staring but my head was all jumbled and I didn't have enough time to, he was right in front of me now.
"Are you having a good time?" I shoot my eyes at him to not be rude by looking at the floor and completely ignoring his question.
"Not really." I see him raise his eyebrow and all my head is thinking is, oh fuck I said the wrong thing. He probably thinks I'm some weirdo that goes to parties to just stare at people.
"I just mean this isn't my scene, it's a great party."
I shake my head and put my hand over my face in embarrassment. No man this good-looking has given me attention before. I hear him laughing and I let out a big sigh knowing he is laughing at the fool I've made of myself.
"You're lucky you're cute or I wouldn't take too lightly of someone undressing me with their eyes…miss?" He gestures toward me by tilting his head waiting for me to tell him my name, but I'm too nervous and I start to ramble.
"No, I-I wasn't…I mean I was staring at you, but I wasn't doing that!” I sigh.
“I’m…. I’m Allison." I start biting my lip with nervousness because I'm not making myself look any better to this guy. He laughs again and that's when I decide that his laugh is my new favorite thing.
"I was kidding, but nice to meet you, Allison. I'm Andrew."
I bring my free hand up to a little wave and say hi while my cheeks are bright red with embarrassment.
"If it's too loud we can go somewhere quieter if you want. Since…this isn't your scene."
I can see his eyebrow raise and a slight smirk form on his beautiful face. I'm in jeans and my worn Fleetwood Mac shirt that covers my cleavage, but you can still clearly see that I have double-D breasts underneath. My auburn hair is straight laying just past my shoulders. I wasn't expecting a beautiful man to approach me tonight, so I dressed comfortably, but I'm regretting that decision right now.
"What do you say, Allison?" I sigh a little and know I should say no because I just met this man, but I'm also intrigued.
Out of all the women here he came to me, maybe because he caught me staring. Regardless, he still came over and is talking to me and wanted to know my name. And I couldn't help but notice that his eyes hadn't left my face when we were talking which made me swoon over him. Most men always take a glance at my chest at least once while having a conversation and I think it's gross. If you can't keep your attention on me, truly me then I don't think you deserve my time. My brain is going in circles.fuck it.
"Yeah, I'd love that!"
He grabs my hand and leads me outside where there are a few tables set up for beer pong. He guides me to a few chairs toward the back of the yard and we sit down. There are only a few people in the yard, but the music is significantly quieter out here and I instantly feel more comfortable. His hand is still on mine when we sit down, and I can't ignore the tingling that is radiating just by the touch of his hand. I wonder if he feels it by the way he jerks his hand away moments later.
“So, what are you doing here if this isn't your scene?” He brings his red solo cup up to his mouth awaiting my response.
“My roommate.” I probably could have elaborated a bit, but I could tell that he knew what I meant with the tilt of his head and twitch in the corner of his mouth.
“So, is this your house? Well obviously, it's not your house but do you go to this fraternity?” I can tell that he thinks it's cute how nervous I am when I open my mouth to speak.
“No, I live off campus. What about you? Are you living the dorm life getting the full college experience?” I was a bit in shock that he had his own place. I pegged him for apartygoer, and this was his scene.
“That must be nice to get away when you need to study and whatnot. I'm in a dorm with Jess, but hopefully, I'll be able to get my place eventually.”
I can feel my hands getting clammy and sweaty from our conversation. I'm waiting for a girl to come storming out of the frat house to claim her man, but no one does. It makes me wonder if he has a girlfriend and if so, why is he sitting here with me instead of being with her at the party? It's like he reads my thoughts because his response sort of answers my doubtful thoughts.
“It's nice to have a space for studies, but my roommate likes to bring girls by a lot so that obviously can disturb the quietness.” He laughs as he finishes his sentence and I start to blush again at the sound. Why am I so smitten with this man?
“You don't bring girls home?” I didn't mean to say that out loud, I try to backtrack but it's too late.
“You don't have to….” Before I can finish Andrew cuts me off by answering with a no.
Great, I probably just pissed this man off by assuming that he has girls over to his place all the time. Thank God he changes the subject because I'm mortified that I let that word vomit come out.
“What are you going for Allison? The way my name rolls off his tongue makes me so wet and all I can think about is taking him to an empty room right then and giving my whole self to him. I start to nervously bite the bottom of my lip again to try to mask my arousal from that dream.
“I'm going for criminal justice, then I'm hoping to go to law school in Syracuse.” He smiles and does a slight nod of approval.
