“I would love to be one, but the competition was fierce today. I doubt I will even make the cut,” Kara says dejectedly. But I know she doesn’t want it as much as I do.
“Don’t sell yourself short Kara, you never know,” I encourage her.
“We need to check online soon, they said they would post it online after 8:00,” Kara says excitedly. We finish dinner and judging by the way Ken is touching me every chance he gets, he’s looking for some dessert. I’m happy to oblige, but unfortunately this won’t count as a Close Encounter because it has to be with four different guys.
“Come on,” Ken says, meeting my eyes and reaching for my hand. He walks me to his bedroom and closes the door. We have another enjoyable session in a variety of positions and the earth moved twice. Great stress relief to say the least.
“I’m tired,” I murmur afterwards closing my eyes.
“All that cheerleading wore you out,” he teases me.
“And some other bedroom activity,” I say wickedly, tracing his lips with my finger. We end up falling asleep and when I wake up the time illuminating off his bedside alarm clock says 1:00 am. I get up slowly, not wanting to wake him and find my clothes scattered around his room. After getting dressed I stealthily creep out of his apartment and go down to my place. When I get in Clarissa is still up working on an English paper.
“Where have you been?” she asks, eyeing me up and down because of my disheveled look.
“I was up at Ken’s,” I remark.
“That’s twice now. What about your different guy every week pace?” she throws at me.
“Don’t worry about me, just worry about yourself. Goodnight,” I say with a laugh.
“Did you see Kara come home?” I ask Clarissa.
“No I haven’t,” she replies.
“I’m going to check her bed,” I giggle. We both peek in there and only see Lexi sleeping. Kara’s bed looks untouched. Hmm, interesting. Maybe she hooked up with Jake. Good, she needed to get herself some.
FOUR
DEENA
We’re all getting ready for the Sigma Chi party tonight. I want to look hot tonight and score some hunky guy; I’m in the mood for some loving. The Sigma Chi house is filled with the Jocks, all of the athletes are in that frat. There will definitely be some hot bods full of testosterone there. Prime picking grounds for Close Encounter number two.
Jason Bancroft invited Clarissa and told her to bring her roommates along. He has something for her. Like I said, guys notice her and her killer body doesn’t go unnoticed. Wish I had her rack, but I don’t dare say anything, she’s real funny about them.
Once we get to the Sigma Chi house we head out to the backyard and get in line at the keg. I take in our surroundings, looking for cute guys and believe me, there are plenty to choose from. I notice a hunk floating around and he’s got one killer smile going on. I catch his eye and give him a small smile. He starts moving my direction and I wait for him to make the first move.
“Hi,” he says in greeting, coming up to me.
“Hi,” I say back with a come hither smile.
“I’m Gunner,” he says, introducing himself.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Deena. Are you a Sigma Chi?” I ask.
“Yes, what house are you in?” he inquires.
“I’m a Pi Phi,” I reply.
“Oh, I’m friends with Tabitha your president,” he tells me.
“Oh yeah, Tabitha’s cool. All us pledges love her.”
“Do you want to dance?” he asks. We get out on the dance floor and Maroon 5’s Misery is blaring. By the third song Gunner is grinding on me and I grind right back. He takes my hand and leads me off the dance floor and up the back staircase to his bedroom. I catch a glance from Kara and Lexi out of the side of my eye. Once we get in his room he locks the door. We stumble to his bed tripping over shoes, clothes and backpacks which are strewn across the floor. We fall onto his bed and he starts kissing me while pushing me back onto the bed. After he slides my top off over my head, he starts to fumble with my jeans.
“Here let me.” I stand up and sexily slide down my skin-tight jeans and step out of them. Gunner pulls off his t-shirt revealing his six pack abs, I appreciate a guy who’s in shape. I reach down and unbutton his jeans and pull his rigid shaft out of his boxers and stroke him with my hand.
“Oh yeah, just like that,” he groans out. I can tell he’s hoping I will take him in my mouth, as he reaches between my legs and strokes my sweet spot with his expert fingers. I lay back down on the bed and he completely removes his jeans. He covers me with his body and starts rubbing his crown along my slick fold.
“You’re so wet and ready,” he whispers in my ear.
“You need to wear something,” I remind him.
“Oh yeah,” he says. He watches me as I fumble around the floor for my jeans and pull out a foil wrapper and hand it to him. I can see a smile forming on his lips as he rolls it on.
“Prepared aren’t you Miss Sexy?” he teases.