I lifted my hands in the air and closed my eyes, trying to ignore the dizziness as I swayed to the music the reverberated through my chest. Behind me I felt two arms snake around my waist. I opened my eyes a touch to ensure that the familiar touch was that of Adam.
“You wanna head out?” He spoke in my ear, his alcohol tinged breath blowing across my nose.
I nodded slightly, letting my hands fall to my sides as I stepped away from the mass of sweaty bodies pressed against each other on the dance floor. We made our way to the doors, swaying slightly, and finally cool air met us once we reached the streets.
Adam slung his arm around my shoulders and pulled me in the direction of his condo, only two blocks or so from the club.
We didn’t speak much as we made our way to his building, only a few inane things. With Adam it was never really about the conversation, he was just a fun guy to hang out with. No pressure.
I smiled politely at the bellhop when he opened the door for us. He knew me pretty well from all the times I’ve crashed at Adams place so he smiled back and waved a bit.
Adam is nineteen and his parents set him up pretty well financially so he lives in a nice apartment building. Apparently he goes to NYU but I have yet to see him actually go to class.
I waited for Adam to open the door to his apartment and followed him in, closing the door behind me.
As soon as I got the door shut Adam pressed me against it and crushed his lips to mine. I assume it was meant to be a turn on but even through my drunken haze all I was thinking was that his mouth tasted like beer and that the doorknob was pressing rather painfully against my spine.
His lips moved against mine persistently and I rolled my eyes mentally before responding to the kiss, tilting my head a bit to deepen the kiss. His tongue slid across my bottom lip, asking for entrance, as his hands slid down to my thighs, hooking my legs around his waist.
I was grateful to move away from the doorknob that I’m sure left a decent sized bruise. I felt him move is down the hall and heard as he opened the door to his bedroom. A few steps later I was being put down on his bed. We lay there for a while, him hovering over me, trying to get up my shirt.
Once both of our shirts were off he started to fumble around my back, trying to unhook the bra I was wearing that he didn’t realize clasped in the front. I sighed a bit, which he took as motivation, and finally I took pity on him and brought his hand to the front clasp.
He unclasped my bra a few moments later and then reached back into his jean pockets for something. I heard a crinkling and rolled my eyes again.
“Adam, not tonight.” I breathed.
He grunted and rolled off of me. “Yeah, I know.”
“Sorry,” I said. “You know why.”
“Yeah, its illegal. I know.” He muttered, repeating the lie I’d told him to get out of sleeping with him a while back.
We stayed in silence for a while and finally I heard his breathing even out, telling me he’d fallen asleep.
I pushed myself off of the bed quietly trying not to disturb him. I quickly pulled off my shorts and fumbled around in the dresser drawer for one of Adams t-shirts. Once I found one I quickly pulled it on and climbed back into the bed, pulling the covers up with me.
