"Drink, drink, drink!" Is all I hear while I grab my third glass of tequila and drink it. The people behind me and in front of me cheer and yell "one more! One more!" "No, that's enough!" I laugh and walk over to my friends. I'm feeling a little tipsy and I know that I'm drunk but who gives a crap, it feels amazing
We start chatting as I feel a hand on my waist, I turn around and see a cute guy. He's really tall compared to me and I have to look up to get a look at his face that's well structured. His hair is brown and curly and his lips are naturally pink. He's wearing black skinny jeans with a white button up shirt with short sleeves paired with black vans. He grabs my wrist and drags me to the dance floor. His grip is very strong but that just makes me curious. I look shocked. "Well hi?" I say. He turns me around, my back to his front, removes my hair from my ear and whispers "Hey beautiful." I can feel a smirk behind his voice. I start moving my hips along the song and he starts grinding. I feel his plump lips connecting to the skin on my neck. I can feel something cold and metallic I honestly can't believe I'm doing this. I'm not a prude or anything, I just don't see myself grinding on a guy I haven't even talked to. Sure, I've danced with guys before but I've always chatted with them or something. But who cares? I'm drunk as hell and he's the most attractive guy I've seen so far.
We keep on moving like that for a while. He takes his hands to my waist and I turn around. "What the hell are you doing?" I scold him.
"What?" He says confused and raises an eyebrow. I put my lips near his ear and whisper "Put your hands somewhere useful" I smile and he smirks at me. Wow, the alcohol is taking over my brain and I'm actually enjoying it. I turn around and he puts his hands on my behind and we keep dancing.
I can't remember how many songs we've danced to because I'm so intoxicated but I don't really care, because the summer break is over in just a couple of days and I want to have as fun as possible. I'm starting my second year of college and I'm not really enjoying it.
He stops dancing and I turn around to face him. He says something but I can't hear his voice through the loud music "What?" I yell. "Let's go and take a few drinks!" he says loud enough for me to hear.
I follow his lead and we stop at the kitchen. There is a counter filled with cups and there's a keg beside the counter. He grabs a red cup, fills it with beer and hands it to me. The music is not too loud here so I can speak normally. "I usually go for the stronger beverages, beer is lame and disgusting" I say while he fills his cup. He just smiles and drink his beer in one go. "I bet you can't do that" he says and wipes of the beer around his mouth with his arm.
He takes a vodka bottle and grabs a red cup filling it halfway up with vodka and the rest with some kind of yellowish soda. I take the cup and smell the liquid. The smell of citrus fruits fills my nose and and I take a sip. It's delicious. "Cheers!" I say and close my eyes and empty the glass. I open my eyes and he staring at me. "What?" I say and laugh.
"You're really sexy." He says and I can see the lust in his eyes. I smirk and take a few steps closer so that I'm standing right in front of him. What am I doing?
"Is that so?" I say and he licks his lips. He comes closer to my face, expecting a kiss but I turn around.
"Would you mind making another drink?" I say and he chuckles. "It was really tasty." I add. "How often do you drink?" He says while filling up my cup. He seems kind of intrigued by me.
"Not often, I usually focus on school and stuff so that I can satisfy my dad" I shrug and he hands me the cup.
"I see that you like to enjoy yourself." He says and I nod while taking another sip of my drink. "I'd like to enjoy you too." He smirks and takes his hands to my hips and brings me closer to his lips.
"I'd like that." I say and put my cup down. He's so tall that he hovers over me when he kisses my lips. His lips are soft and have a taste of alcohol. He wants to explore my mouth, so I let him. Soon our tongues are connected. Damn, he's a really good kisser. He stops.
"Let's get out of here." He says and grabs my hand. I nod and follow him, not really sure of what I'm doing.
