So it’s gonna be a long one; will write the next parts if you all enjoy this.
I, (22M) had just returned to my college from an internship, feeling good about life and possibilities, as one does after their first major gig, I suppose. I was invited by my friend, Rebecca (21F), for her birthday party at an Airbnb she had rented out.
To understand the dynamics later, I need to explain that I had been madly in love with Rebecca for about two years at this point. I had confessed my feelings long ago, but she told me she didn’t feel the same… yada yada, story for another time. We still remained good friends after the awkward phase, but I never really got over her. She had started dating Drake (22M) a couple of months ago, and I knew he was going to be there, all “relationship-y.” I’d just have to deal with it because it was Rebecca’s birthday.
I reached the venue about an hour later, thinking people would have started drinking by now, making it easier to mix with the crowd.
I approached the door, fixed my hair, took one last look at the presents, and rang the doorbell. Click. It swung open. There she was, the girl I had missed all these months away. A hand came from behind, covering her waist. That ugly face, Drake, popped up behind Rebecca. After a gut stab and heart falling into a pit sensation, I greeted and wished Rebecca a happy birthday, making my way inside while nodding at Drake.
The second I transitioned from the lobby to the main area of the apartment, I knew my thought of being late was absolutely correct, which stroked my ego even more. People were drunk, the room smelled like smoke and weed, snacks were scattered on the floor, and the music was loud enough to deafen me twice. Soon, it became clear that the crowd was divided into two groups: the stoned and the drunk. The difference was stark, a group in an open area dancing to their hearts’ content, while others lounged on the couch, just vibing.
Being the heavy smoker I was, I had found my people in the wild. As I crossed the dance floor, I saw Jean (21F) coming toward me with a drink in her hand, her face clearly showing she intended to make me chug it down.
She stepped in front of me, reeking of liquor. She stretched out her free hand, poking me in the chest. “Tom, pay the tax for being late again,” her other hand shoved the drink into my face.
Jean was the kind of beauty you didn’t fully process in the moment, petite, with blonde hair falling in soft waves to her bust, pale skin that seemed to glow, and green eyes that lingered just a second too long. Athletic in a quiet way, everything about her felt firm and balanced, as if she knew exactly what she looked like without ever needing to prove it.
She was Rebecca’s best friend from college; we started off on the wrong foot before things mellowed into something familiar. We got along and kept things simple, but every now and then, there’d be a moment that felt just a little too aware… and passed just as quickly. She loved to tease, that much I knew.
“I will for sure, but I gotta smoke some first,” I said, catching a glimpse of her emerald eyes.
“Nah, you’re late… We need you out there with us.” She said it like a challenge, stepping closer, pressing just enough into me to make her point. The black sleeveless corset hugged her tight, shaping her in ways that felt deliberate, teasing, and making it clear that she knew I was looking.
“You know I can’t really dance, right?”
“Yeah, just manage like always. I’ll keep bringing the drinks till you stop overthinking it.” She nodded slightly, her eyes flicking toward Drake and Rebecca.
I shouldn’t have looked. I knew better, but I did anyway. Right there, next to the pile of gifts where she’d just set mine, Rebecca was pressed up against Drake, lost in him like nothing else existed. She hadn’t been like that before, not in her last relationship. Drake had definitely made her bolder… I’d give him that. But one look was enough to set something off in me. I exhaled, muttering a quiet “fuck it,” and turned away, figuring I’d stick to the drinks, sweat it out on the dance floor, and make my exit.
I took the drink from Jean’s hand and finished it in one go.
“Yeah,” she laughed, smacking my bicep. “The job’s been good to you.”
I mean… I’d been trying.
Six months of working out during the internship, nothing crazy, but enough to look a little less like I’d never touched a dumbbell in my life.
Her hand lingered a second longer than necessary.
Probably just the alcohol.
Still… I wasn’t complaining.
Jean pulled me into the crowd with her.
From behind, the gap between her corset and jeans revealed a smooth strip of her lower back, skin catching the light every time she moved. The jeans hugged her just right; soft, peachy, the kind of fit that didn’t try too hard but still made it very hard to ignore.
We pushed into the middle.
I greeted a few people I knew, nodded at the rest, just enough to acknowledge we existed in the same space.
Another drink showed up. Then another.
Jean made a whole thing out of it, and after a couple of shots, a few others joined, riding the energy at that point.
“I think I’ve made up for being late now,” I said from across the makeshift bar. “Join me for a drink. I’ll make something, I learned recently. Pretty sure we’ve got everything here.”
“Hmmm, I can trust that,” she smiled. “Rebecca’s bartender should know what he’s doing.”
That caught me a bit off guard. She knew about Rebecca, but she’d never brought it up like this before.
“Well,” I said, grabbing a glass and the ice bucket, “the bartender’s here tonight. Might as well make something decent for you.”
“So, you still stuck on her?”
That caught me off guard.
Not enough to freeze, but enough to make me slow down for a second as I dropped the ice into the shaker.
I looked up at her, a small smile forming, more out of instinct than anything.
“Damn… Ms. Detective,” I let out a quiet breath through my nose, “where’s that coming from?”
She just shrugged.
“Just felt like it,” she said casually, like she hadn’t just thrown something slightly loaded my way.
The warm light above the bar softened everything about her; her skin picked up that faint glow again. She noticed me glancing around for something, reached out without a word, and slid the vodka bottle toward me.
“Nah… it’s an old chapter. Closed chapter,” I said, keeping it easy, like it didn’t really matter anymore. Young, inexperienced heart, I guess.
I poured the drink into the glass, finishing it with a neat cherry before sliding it toward her, easy, unhurried.
“So… found someone? I forgot what number he was.”
She paused for a second, a little thrown off. A faint flush crept up her cheeks, her eyes locking onto mine.
“Nah… just been, you know, working on myself,” she said, brushing it off but softer this time. Then, after a beat, she added, “But not gonna lie… Drake kind of stole her from me too. I lost my girl… the one I used to vent about everything with.”
“Let’s not go there… not really in the mood to talk about them,” I said, shifting the conversation. “How’s the drink?”
She took a sip.
“Damn… keep them coming,” she said, going in for another. Then, glancing back at me, “Come on, take your drink. Let’s go join the others. I wanna dance… and I think your liquor’s about to kick in anyway.”
“Sure. Just tell me when you run out,” I smiled.
Yeah… she was right. I’d had enough. The first wave had already hit.
I made myself a quick whiskey on the rocks and took a moment before stepping in.
She was just ahead, already easing into the music.
I stopped beside her, turning just enough.
“If the lady would allow me a dance,” I said, holding my hand out, open, waiting for hers.
She looked at my hand for a second, then followed the line of it up to my eyes, slow, deliberate. No words.
Then she placed her hand in mine.
Soft. Warm. The warmth lingered a second longer than it should’ve. I’ll be honest, I hadn’t felt that in a while.
Carried a little by the music, a little by the liquor, I started moving, slightly off at first, finding the rhythm as I went.
She smiled at that, just a hint. Then stepped in with me.
We fell into it naturally after that. The music, the crowd, the push and pull of bodies around us, all blurred together. At some point, we weren’t just dancing next to people anymore; we were part of it.
The music was loud, too loud, probably, but it fit. It didn’t matter who put it on; it just… worked.
We kept going, pulling a few of the stoners into it, laughing when they resisted, dragging them in anyway. I stepped out once or twice, got a few drags in, then back again. It was messy, a little chaotic; but it was good.
At one point, amidst the smoke, I slowed down for a second, just looking around.
The room was a beautiful mess, half-empty glasses scattered around, a thin haze of smoke hanging in the air, music pushing through the walls and settling into everything. People moved through it like they belonged to it, caught in their own rhythms, their own little moments.
Somewhere in that blur, it hit me: Rebecca and Drake weren’t around.
I let my eyes move a little more carefully this time, scanning past faces, corners, the quieter edges of the room… nothing. Just as that thought settled in, I felt it, long, sharp nails dragging slowly across my back.
“Hey… pass it on and come,” she said, tugging lightly at my arm. “I’ve been waiting for this song all night.”
It was Jean.
“Want a puff?” I asked.
“Nah… today’s not the day I start smoking.”
“Fair enough,” I nodded, taking another drag before passing it to Mark. “Finish that and join us, yeah?”
Mark just nodded, already halfway into the blunt.
I don’t even remember what song it was; just something slower, something with a pull to it. Still very much a party track, but the kind that makes your body move without asking.
And Jean… yeah, I got why she’d been waiting for it.
She slipped into it like it was hers.
Her smile was lighter, freer than I’d seen all night. And her eyes… that green felt deeper now, like an adventurer standing at the edge of a dense forest, drawn in by it, curious about what lay further inside.
She moved with the music, easy, natural. I tried to keep up, letting the rhythm take over, the liquor, definitely helping.
“Let your hips go,” she said, stepping closer, her hands settling on them, guiding, nudging them into the beat. “Don’t think about it… just let it happen.”
Something about that did it.
Without really thinking, my hands found their way to her waist. And then we were just there, moving, slow, in sync without trying too hard. The space between us closing bit by bit, the music settling deeper, and for a moment… it was just her.
She spun on her toes, smooth as anything, until her back met my chest again.
She took my hands, guiding them to her waist, settling into the rhythm like she hadn’t just shifted the entire dynamic.
But she had.
I could feel it.
Then she leaned back into me.
Slow. Intentional.
Not pretending this was accidental anymore.
Her body pressed into mine, just enough to test the line, just enough to see if I’d pull away.
I didn’t.
Her hands drifted lower, brushing along my thighs, light… but not careless.
Right.
My turn.
My hands slid from her waist, moving around to the front, fingers grazing the exposed skin along her corset, not gripping, not rushing… just resting there like I’d decided something.
She stilled for half a second.
That was all I needed.
“Bold,” she said, turning slightly, her voice lower now. She leaned in close enough that I could feel the shift in her breath. “Should you be doing this at your best friend’s birthday… with her actual best friend?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” I said, not backing off, letting the space between us shrink just a little more.
I paused there.
Not because I didn’t know what to do but because I wanted to see if she’d stop me.
She didn’t. She pressed further into me, leaving no space this time. The movement wasn’t playful anymore.
It lingered.
Slow, deliberate… like she was measuring exactly how much I’d take before reacting.
I didn’t stop her.
My hand tightened slightly at her waist, feeling the shift in her breath as she reached back, fingers closing over mine, holding it there, keeping me exactly where she wanted. Like she’d made a decision.
The other hand drifted inward again. Closer than before.
Not teasing now, that was definitely testing.
Her touch slowed as it traced along my inner thigh, pausing just enough to make it obvious she knew exactly where she was headed.
My body tensed without meaning to.
She felt that.
Of course she did. A faint pause. Not hesitation, but control. Like she was waiting… not for permission, but for confirmation.
The air felt heavy around us, thick with unspoken tension, and I found myself losing focus, control, and my inhibitions. At that moment, Rebecca slipped from my mind; all I craved was to explore Jean, to uncover every inch of her in ways I had only dared to dream. I pressed my fingers deeper into her skin, feeling our bodies begin to merge.
Then, I felt something unexpected.
Jean’s hand ventured lower, her fingers gliding over my erection as if she were measuring it, imagining how it would feel in her grasp. Her middle finger traced my length with a teasing stroke, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I twisted her back to face me, my hands sliding down to her hips, drawing her closer. I locked eyes with her one last time, searching for any hint of hesitation before leaning in for a kiss. My heart raced, bracing for the potential sting of rejection.
But she wanted it as much as I did. Without missing a beat, she leaned forward, our lips brushing together for the first time. My breath slowed, intertwining with hers in a shared rhythm. I grasped her waist, pulling her against me until there was no space between us. As her lips shifted and her tongue danced against mine, it begged for entry, igniting a slow, simmering fire within me.
I parted my lips, letting our tongues meet and turning our mouths into a playground of exploration. She smelled like vanilla, sweet and enticing beneath the mix of booze. It drove me wild with longing.
As she continued to tease me, she pulled back from the kiss, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Rebecca would flip out if she knew what we just did.”
“She isn’t here.” I held her gaze, trying to read her thoughts. “And honestly, I think this place is losing its charm, don’t you?” I leaned in a little closer, my voice low, putting the choice in her hands.
“I have some booze at my place. I could definitely use that drink from you again,” she replied, a mischievous smirk dancing on her lips.
I knew exactly what was on her mind. “Grab your jacket and meet me outside in five minutes.”
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This came out longer than I expected and I haven’t even gotten the chance to go the meaty section yet. Do tell me if I should continue the story
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