Morgan
“Do you know him?” Marcus leaned in close, whispering in my ear.
The reaction it gained from Mystery Guy made me smile. Apparently he wasn’t impressed with Marcus and his closeness. Normally that type of thing I found annoying, but at that moment it sparked an interest. Something about his dislike for another man paying attention to me was appealing.
“Nope,” I said, without looking away from the guy. He had barely taken his eyes off me since we started this silly game of questions and I found I loved it.
“From the looks of it, he’s wanting to get to know you,” Marcus added, and by his tone I could tell he approved. The appreciative little moan he let escape made me laugh.
Marcus was always pointing out good-looking guys to me. Telling me things like “I bet he would rock your world” and “Look at that ass.” Apparently I wasn’t forward enough for him, and he felt he needed to push me.
Mystery Guy, as I’d decided to call him for now, was very good looking. Tall, just how I like them, and dark hair, long enough to tug on when he was doing nasty things to me.
Just the thought of those things turned me on.
It was then I realized the multiple shots I had consumed were beginning to have an effect.
He’d been watching me close for the last hour. Each question that had been asked was just another small piece of the mystery solved.
He was experienced, but not overly experienced. Which meant there was room to explore.
I liked that idea.
“So what was with that question you asked?” Marcus spoke again and suddenly I felt the heat rise in my neck and cheeks.
I didn’t drink often but I found that it seemed to make me more adventurous and, um, horny, apparently.
“Morgan?” I pulled my stare away from the guy and faced Marcus. “The question?” he asked again, reminding me that I had yet to respond.
“What question?” I asked, as if lost to what he was meant. But I knew.
“You know exactly what question I’m referring to,” he added, daring me to argue. “The one about hooking up with someone you just met.” He wasn’t going to give me the chance to skate around the subject any longer.
“Oh that question.” I shrugged. “You did insist I have a little fun. He looks like fun,” I said, wagging my eyebrows suggestively.
“Honey, he looks like a whole lot of fun,” Marcus corrected. “Maybe even a little too much for an innocent like you.”
“Maybe I’m not so innocent,” I said, looking away from Marcus and back toward the guy, who was now preoccupied with the obvious twins he’d walked in with.
“Maybe you think I’m an idiot.” Marcus nudged me with his shoulder. “Because, Morgan, I know you, and you don’t do one night stands.”
Without looking back at him, I lifted the shot glass to my lips and tilted it back. It burnt on the way down, but I did my best to hide it. I had reached the point where I was feeling a good buzz.
I felt more confident than I normally did. More determined and definitely more cocky.
Lowering my glass to the table, I sat it down a little harder than I intended and it made a decently loud clank. But due to the noise of the room no one else seemed to pick up on my lack of judgement.
“Well it’s time I turn over a new leaf,” I stated as I pushed back and began to round the table.
It was as if Mystery Guy could feel me coming because he looked up and smiled.
“Hi,” I said and instantly regretted it.
I could do sultry. I could do the “let’s get naked now” look that I’d seen many girls use since I got there.
I laughed a little and I am sure I looked like an idiot.
Okay, who the hell was I kidding? I didn’t play games. I was terrible at them. I was the girl who said things before I thought them through. I shared what was on my mind the moment it arrived there without sugarcoating any of it.
So I should have just told the guy I wanted to hook up and move on.
But before I could do something that was so unlike me, I was pushed from behind and fell into his arms.
He gripped my waist tightly and turned his body, taking me with him as if to protect me from whatever it was that just barreled into my back.
“Whew!” A loud yelling filled the room. “Yeah baby, dick’s a swinging,” someone hollered, gaining everyone’s attention.
I looked around the guy’s body and I know my eyes widened to double their normal size.
There in the center of the room stood a tall, skinny guy, naked. He was swiveling his hips, making his manly parts swing around and around. A huge smile was on his face, but you could tell he was beyond loaded.
The best part about it was all the streamers he had tied around his waist, wrists, and ankles. It was almost as if he had decorated himself.
He kept chanting “Dick’s a swinging” as he wiggled his hips around and around. He was so lost. Completely inebriated.
And I think I was in shock. Does this shit really take place at parties? No wonder I did my best to avoid them.
“Holy shit,” I heard Mystery Guy say. His chest, on which my hand rested, unknown to me, shook with his laughter.
“Somebody needs to get Jay,” he said to the two guys standing at his side.
“Not me,” one responded quickly, backing away with his hands out to his sides.
“I sure as hell ain’t getting him,” the other twin said. “He’s fucking naked, man. I’m not touching that shit.”
I straightened myself and stepped back from the guy, but he kept his hand on my hip. I was now trapped in a really awkward situation I honestly just wanted to step away from.
Loud cheering broke out, regaining the attention of the three guys. I took the chance to sneak away.
I scurried off, hooked my arm in Marcus’s, and quickly dragged him from the room.
“Wait,” he argued, straining his neck to see the skinny guy who was still putting on a show. Only now he had moved on to break dancing, or his idea of break dancing.
All I knew was his feet were in the air, legs wide open, and I couldn’t stomach the thought of what that actually looked like. Things flipping around, completely open and displayed.
I wrinkled my nose in disgust and shivered as I pulled harder on Marcus.
I was thankful there was a wall of students blocking my view of the creepy show.