Shawn
What is this masked girl doing to me?
The more I kiss her, the more I feel myself falling into her, our bodies and minds fusing together as one. I’ve never had this kind of connection with a girl I just met—or any person, for that matter. I wish she would break the party rules and tell me her name. I want to know the name of the girl who has me so entranced by her beauty as if I’m under her spell.
With each kiss, I grow harder, tenting my slacks to the point I am in physical pain from the pressure building. She challenged me to get her out of this dress. Only the people who live here know about this part of the house, so that should give us some privacy from the rest of the partygoers.
But that’s not how I want her. I want to take my time with a girl this beautiful. She also doesn’t seem like the type to have a one-night stand. There’s a certain wholesomeness to this girl, despite her practically begging me to take her right here in this hallway.
My hand slips beneath the top of her dress, and I get even harder when I discover she’s not wearing a bra, granting me easier access. Massaging her full, perky tit, I peel my lips from hers and stare into her eyes.
“Beautiful,” I mutter, and she smiles. She is so fucking beautiful and innocent. Pure and so unlike the sorostitutes and football groupies that throw themselves at me on campus.
I push her dress down further to expose her skin to the cold air, and her nipple grows harder beneath the pad of my thumb. She hisses, biting down on her bottom lip, as I take her nipple in my mouth. Threading her fingers through my hair, she moans my name and tells me how much she wants me in a singsong voice. I bet I want her even more.
At the rate she’s writhing beneath me, I could make her come just by sucking and biting on her nipple. And I haven’t even gotten to her other breast. I roll my tongue gently over the swollen bud just to tease her, but also so, I can prolong the foreplay between us. I’m still trying to figure out how to get under the layers of her dress without ruining it.
When it comes to football, I can navigate the field like Columbus without a map, yet I can’t figure out how to get her out of this damn dress. She has me so off my game. The way she moans my name causes me to work faster. But how can I focus? Every groan of pleasure from her lips sends me over the edge.
Cupping both of her breasts, I shove my face between them and take my time with each one. We haven’t broken eye contact once. But I want to give the rest of her some extra attention. I work my way up her chest and to her neck, settling on her mouth.
She purrs my name, and with her lips already parted for me, I slip my tongue inside her mouth, dividing and conquering her body, as my hands wander her delicate skin. She’s so soft, her skin as smooth as satin against my calloused palms.
We get lost in one another, so fucking lost that when the door opens, and she almost falls backward as my roommates come inside, it takes every ounce of strength I have not to lose my hold on her. She screams so loud it pierces my eardrum, and probably my brothers. Her hand flies up to her breasts, but I already have her covered and flat against my chest. I doubt anyone saw her tits with how fast everything happened.
Still, even with the mask covering most of her face, I can tell she’s mortified. She sinks her face into my chest, and I cradle her, allowing my brothers to pass through. One of them points at their face to tell me I forgot my mask. Another gives me thumbs up and nods at the mystery girl in my arms. She’s a score all right. Good thing I got to her first.
After they pass, she wiggles free from my grasp and pulls her dress up and back into place. Her mask had slid to the side while we were kissing, but I still can’t see enough of her face. I doubt I will ever forget those eyes that are such a deep blue they seem as though they pop out from the mask and illuminate her face. And those full, luscious lips that part just for me.
“This was perfect,” she says in a hushed tone. “Everything I had imagined it would be.” She stands up on her tippy toes and kisses me on the cheek. “Thank you.”
It doesn’t even occur to me that she’s bailing on me until she turns on her heel and pushes open the door. She gives me a quick wave that I return, confused. Then, she slips through the opening and disappears into the darkness. Stunned, I stand there like an idiot and touch the spot on my cheek where she had left her last kiss. It’s not until thirty seconds after she’s gone that I realize I need to go after her. I cannot let her leave without knowing her name or getting her phone number.
Throwing my shoulder into the door, it pushes open. The winter air smacks me in the face, burning my cheeks.
Damn, it’s cold out here.
Rubbing my hands together to create some warmth, I search the alleyway for my mystery girl. Drunken idiots are screaming and dancing outside as if they had taken the party out here. Some people have their cars parked, the windows steamed up from them making out inside. So much is happening, yet I cannot find the blue dress or the beautiful woman wearing it. Unsure of which way to go, I make a right and hope she parked on Greek Row.
But I have no idea how she got here. For all I know she lives around the corner in one of the dormitories. I know nothing about her. The least I could have done was ask her age or if she goes to the Strickland University. At least something more definitive to narrow down my chances of finding her.
Realizing this is a fool’s errand, I stop a few people walking by. “Hey, did you guys see a girl in a light blue dress? She had blonde hair and was wearing a mask with a feather sticking up on the one side.”
Two of the boys ignore me, but the girl steps forward and takes a drag from her cigarette, blowing the smoke out through her nose. “I saw her, I think.” She seems a bit confused, maybe even a little high. “She went that way.” The girl points in front of me and to the end of Greek Row. This conversation was pointless, further wasting my time and my chances of finding my mystery girl.
Once I reach Greek Row, I’m even more at a loss for where to go. The street is a long Philly block that spans down to Broad Street, right at the corner of the south side of campus. If I go one way, I’ll end up in the heart of one of the worst neighborhoods in the city. But, if I walk toward Broad Street, I could end up wandering the streets alone for hours. I consider driving until I realize I’ve had too much to drink.
She’d drive away from the house not toward it, so I set off toward the center of the campus, dodging drunken idiots as I pass. I don’t even waste time by asking anyone if they’ve seen her, quickening my pace as my feet hit the cement, and I take off running. I keep going until I hit Broad Street and stop to catch my breath. Bending over with my palms on my thighs, I suck in some air and take another look at my surroundings.
Car horns blare in the distance. The scent of exhaust fumes from the cars at the stoplight fills my nostrils. Even at this hour, there are so many people on the streets that I have trouble concentrating on anything in particular.
She’s gone. Just like my mask for the party and the meal plan Coach wanted me to follow, I lost the girl. I have to get her back. With enough digging, I’m sure I can find out who she is no problem. But what do I ask? Do you know a girl with blonde hair and nice tits? People would think I was crazy.
I’d know her voice, even though she spoke very little, and I would remember her eyes if I saw them again. I couldn’t stop looking up into them.
Deflated, but not defeated, I turn around, deciding to give up my hunt for the night. The entire walk back to my fraternity house, I inspect every person I encounter. I study every face I see and every voice I hear. But she’s gone.
Why did she leave without an explanation? Did I do something wrong?
I hadn’t even crossed any lines with her, at least none that she hadn’t begged me to cross. Why did she allow me to devour her, sink so far into her that I couldn’t come up for air until it was too late? She even thanked me for a perfect night. Why come to the party just to kiss me and then leave? Nothing about this night makes sense.
I almost wonder if I made her up. Am I that buzzed? Nope, I don’t think so. In fact, I could use a few more beers to dull the sting left behind from her ditching me. That was a first. Plenty of girls have used me for a hook up, and I’ve used them back. But this was different.
The side door to the house is still open a crack. It’s no wonder we don’t get robbed all the time, but I guess that’s one of the perks of our president being the son of a Mafia boss. This house is under constant surveillance all the time. Luca’s family has their goons keep a watchful eye on things. They also have enough pull with the local police department to keep our parties from being busted every weekend.
A small part of me had hoped she would be standing in the entryway, waiting for me. But the hallway is as empty as when I left it. I shut the door behind me, lock it, and lean against the cold metal, still thinking about how soft her lips were against mine, how she tasted, and how much she turned me on with every moan of my name.
Lowering my head, I notice something shiny on the floor, its reflection attracting my attention. I bend down on one knee to give it a better look. Holding it in my palm, I analyze every carving of the gold charm necklace. The one thing connects me to my Cinderella and the one clue that can help find her.