Camryn Quinn is finally getting what she wants...sort of. Moving into a dorm and away from her not so supportive father is a good first step, but like everything with him, it comes with strings. She must attend the college of his choosing for at lea...
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Logic is more packed than usual, even for a Saturday night. It's the only club on campus and the place we always go to celebrate a win. Tonight, even more bodies are packed onto the dance floor and every table and couch lining the perimeter. Even the bar is completely surrounded with people forming irregular lines in an attempt to get a drink.
A table has been reserved for the team, like always. The group I came with makes our way to the section. Bottle service is waiting for us and a drink is placed in my hand as soon as I reach the couches. I expected this though. It is how I met Sadie, after all. The girls working bottle service are just hoping to make big tips or at the very least go home with one of us tonight. What I don't expect to find in our section, though, is my sister dancing from her seat next to Camryn. So much for a quiet girls night. Unless this was their plan all along. Go out in as few clothes as possible, get Nora drunk. Torture me in the process.
I can feel the thud of the bass in this song throughout my entire body. Thanks to the fifth of booze I've consumed, my lips are numb and my thoughts are clouded. It had done the trick, I had almost completely forgotten about her. But now she's sitting right there and I can't stop watching her. Camryn's eyes dance to mine every few seconds too, like she can't help but to be drawn to me. Our bodies just know where the other is. Camryn would say some shit about it being in our biology. Even our bodies know were supposed to be together.
I watch as she crosses a leg over her knee. Two days in a row now she's worn a skirt and those black boots. Today's skirt is even better though. The skin tight leather material is riding up revealing too much of the smooth skin of her thighs. Even worse, I can still picture the lacy black panties and bra I know are underneath. I hate myself for thinking about her that way, but even more for what it does to me. Fuck science. The only way I can deal with this is to tuck my erection into the waistband of my underwear and keep myself far away from her.
I go in search of another drink and another distraction. I knew it would be easy to find both, I just had to actually look. A girl across the bar has her eyes locked on me almost immediately. Her long black hair is slicked behind her ears and thrown over one shoulder. I watch as the nail on her pointer finger traces the rim of her plastic cup.
"Let me buy you a drink," I whisper in her ear when I finally reach her. It's so loud in here that she doesn't bother to answer. She nods her head and allows me to grab her hand to lead her back to the table.
We're only seated for a few minutes before the song switches and a fast paced beat takes over. The girl in my lap shouts that she wants to dance. Usually I wouldn't agree, but if I don't I'm going to push her off and go get Camryn. A reach forward and pour another shot from the bottle in the bucket of ice on our table. I shoot it back easily, and then rip another before pulling my new girl to the dance floor with me.
We find an opening and she flips around until she's facing away from me. Everything feels like it's happening in slow motion. My surroundings are blurring together. I barely realize when she starts grinding on me. I grip her hips, needing something to hold onto, to steady myself as she begins to sway against me. She leans her backside against my front and brings her hands up, clasping them around my neck. We continue to move as one to the beat of the music. I can tell this girl is trying to show off with every move she performs. Before long, tiny beads of sweat start to form on her forehead.
