Her mom had always told her that even the most devoted married couples were attracted to other people sometimes. The difference was that faithful partners didn’t put themselves in a position to cheat. Cheaters did.
And this wasn’t in one of those positions. There were a million other people around, they were in a kitchen. All she was doing was talking, joking about school, White Lotus, Thanksgiving. He was funny, and suave. He would be a great friend. Or to set up with Kelsey. If Dylan could find her.
Somehow her Whiteclaw was empty. Her high was getting more intense. Dylan had to concentrate on every word Ryan said, every movement of his lips. Word. Movement. Lips.
But those words were amazing. Those lips amazing. Everything amazing. She was on cloud nine, and it just kept getting better. She felt lighter, more happy, more stress-free with every second.
“Dylan!!” the high-pitched voice broke through her conversation with Ryan.
Kelsey. Just the person she was looking for. Dylan turned as her roommate threw her arms around her.
“Oh my god I’ve missed you girl! Don’t leave me!” Kelsey pleaded.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Dylan laughed, looking over as Ryan chuckled watching the two girls hug.
“Bathroom,” Kelsey whispered right into Dylan’s ear as they hugged. “Now.”
She pulled away, and took Dylan by her hand, marching her out of the kitchen.
“It was nice talking to you!” Dylan shouted back to Ryan, turning to look at him again as Kelsey led him away.
“See you later,” he replied with a smirk. A confident look that told Dylan he meant it.
“Who was that?” Kelsey asked as they made their way up the stairs. Dylan had never been to this frat house before, but Kelsey evidently knew her way around.
“Just some guy,” Dylan replied. “He’s nice. You’d like him.”
“Well I liked what I saw,” Kelsey replied. “But you definitely did too, I could tell.”
“Bitch please,” Dylan blushed. “No. I mean, sure he was cute, but we were just talking cus I couldn’t find you.”
“Okay,” Kelsey said. “I don’t care girl, this is our night, our fucking moment! I love it!”
Kelsey was a more outgoing and exuberant high. Dylan felt euphoric, but internally. She wasn’t feeling quite as bubbly.
Just as they were outside the upstairs bathroom, they ran into the two girls who lived across the hall from them, and two of those girls’ friends. Dylan turned on the bubbliness as best she could while they all chatted, catching up and meeting the new girls.
Dylan almost forgot why they were up there until Kelsey interrupted five minutes later.
“Oh my god it was so nice to meet you guys,” she said to the two new girls, “but I actually need to go to the bathroom sooo bad!”
“That’s literally why we were up here, oh my god,” one of the girls from across the hall said. “We’re so stupid.”
“Okay come on,” Kelsey took charge, leading them into the bathroom. “Dyl, you coming?”
“I’ll wait,” she responded, leaning back against the wall. The vibrations, the rocking of the house. It felt so good. She didn’t want to go into the harsh white light of the bathroom right now.
The two girls Dylan hadn’t met left, more people cycled through the hallway; Dylan wasn’t really paying attention. It felt like they were taking ages in the bathroom though, and suddenly the urge to pee had taken over Dylan out of nowhere. Overwhelming.
God, she needed another bathroom. How were they taking so long? But she’d never been in this house before. Shit.
Dylan turned to go on a hunt, but as she turned she nearly ran into her savior. Standing a head above her was Ryan, with another man by his side.
“Told you I’d see you again,” he said with a smile.
“You were so right,” Dylan said, thinking it was funny, but needing to push past the pleasantries. “I need your help though, I will owe you big time, but I need to use another bathroom. Not this one.”
Ryan held up an eyebrow, but nodded. “My bedroom’s right here,” he said, turning and walking just a few steps down the hallway. “You can use mine.”
He opened the door and he and the other man walked in. Dylan followed after, locating the en-suite quickly.
“Thank you,” she said, bolting for the door.
She couldn’t remember a more satisfying pee. She looked at her makeup in the mirror, taking a minute to fluff her hair and adjust her buns on top of her head. She had to make sure she was still ready to kill. Always.
Dylan’s head was starting to spin though as she left the bathroom. Maybe it was the bright light.
The bedroom was decent sized, bigger than the standard college dorm room Dylan lived in. There were two single beds; Ryan sat on one with a beer in hand, and the other kid lay on the other, beer in hand to match.
“This is my roommate Logan,” Ryan introduced.
“Hey,” Logan said, not bothering to sit up. He was taller than Ryan, lankier, his black hair messy on top of his head. Cute, in a specific sort of way.
“Claw? Beer?” Ryan offered, scooting over on his bed to reach the minifridge by the foot.
“Claw,” Dylan responded, taking Ryan’s offering as she sat down on the space he had just opened up on his bed.
She just needed a minute to rest. A minute for the lights to stop strobing, for everything to shake less.
“I’m Dylan,” she said to Logan, whose bed was opposite them. She didn’t know what else to say.
“Where’s your friend?” Ryan asked.
“Not sure,” Dylan answered. She took a sip of her Whiteclaw. She wasn’t sure why she had lost Kelsey again. Why she’d taken so long in the bathroom.
She’d find her in a minute, she promised herself. When the floor wasn’t vibrating.
Logan and Ryan were talking. She wasn’t sure about what. Her body was tired. It had been a long night. She had another sip of her Whiteclaw. Maybe that would help give her some energy.
She still felt high. Really high. Just tired. A little out of it. She could feel Ryan’s body next to hers. She hoped he wasn’t talking to her.
Only an LED strip along the ceiling was on. It was a lot darker than the kitchen. Warmer. Less people. The changing colors of the LEDs were getting to her head. It was so pretty. So vibrant. So captivating.
Dylan felt her body start to relax. Start to give in. She barely felt it as she leaned into Ryan’s shoulder, resting her head. She was just focusing on those lights. The sounds of the muted music downstairs. Logan and Ryan talking. The warmth of Ryan’s body.
His arm wrapped around her back, pulling her in tighter. She adjusted herself so she could relax into him a little more. She was vaguely aware of his hand on her bare side, between her top and shorts. His warm fingers, playing over her skin.
God, that little touch felt nice. So nice. So long since she’d felt that. She just wanted her whole body to melt away. To just be smothered by that warmth, by any of that touch.
His fingers strummed over her skin, just between her corset and shorts. Dylan became more aware of her breathing, each breath in and out now pounding in her ears.
Logan and Ryan were still talking. It sounded muffled. She couldn’t hear anything over her breath. The beating of her heart.
Ryan’s fingers were playing at the loose-fitting waistband of her shorts. She felt his fingertips just barely dart underneath them, brushing against the strap of her thong.
Dylan’s vision was a haze, just the blurry strobing of the lights. She took another sip of Whiteclaw. Ryan’s touch felt so nice, so relaxing. She was close enough to hear his breathing too. In, and out, so steady. So calming. His scent intoxicating, his warmth inviting. Dylan was so relaxed, so peaceful. This felt amazing.
His fingers were straying underneath her top, feeling along her ribcage. Dylan didn’t want to move. This felt so nice. Just feeling someone’s touch. Being able to get lost in sensations, in the euphoric high, with no care at all for anything else.
Nothing else but this moment. She had no idea what Ryan and Logan were talking about. Just the lights, her own breathing, Ryan’s hand trailing up her ribcage, tickling her skin.
His fingers just slightly strumming her side, so slowly, so gently. His fingertips felt so soft, so smooth gliding over her skin. Up her side, towards her chest, over her right breast.
Dylan let out a deep breath as his fingers teased her breast, kneading the skin a little. Brushing over her hardening nipple. It felt so incredible. She could sense the goosebumps rising over her areola, her skin reacting to every touch.
She took another long sip of her Whiteclaw. Her eyelids were getting heavy. But the lights were so pretty. Dylan couldn’t resist closing her eyes, as her mouth fell slightly agape to counter.
With her eyes closed it felt like every other sensation was on overdrive. The rhythmic thumping of Ryan’s heart against her ear. His strong masculine smell. His hand, now gripping and squeezing her breast, her nipple chafing against his palm as it stiffened further. Even the visions that were dancing across the inside of her eyelids, entrancing her.
There was nowhere else she would rather be. Dylan could have stayed there forever. Not moving, not thinking. Just experiencing. Every touch, every sensation.
She took another long sip of her Whiteclaw, now almost empty. She’d had a lot of those tonight, Dylan figured. She didn’t normally drink this much. Of course, she didn’t normally do E either, so this was a night for new things.
And God was she in love with these new things. All of them.
Ryan’s fingers twisted over her nipple gently, not enough to hurt, just enough to send a whirlwind of sensations through her. Dylan sighed, falling as deep into the feeling of the touch as she could. His hand kept on her breast, squeezing, pulling, twisting. Dylan loved every touch, every feel. It was incredible, euphoric.
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