Dorm Room Vixan

"What about it?" I perked up at the mention of what I guessed was Taylor's floor party.

"Nothing about it, just that it exists. I'm saying we should check it out." He chugged a third of his beer.

"Can't go, I promised my girlfriend I'd meet her new floor friends." Sam groaned. We all sarcastically groaned alongside him, being met with two middle fingers.

"On a less whipped note, I'm gonna go meet up with this hot blonde I met in my statistics class." Kyle and Sam downed the remainders of their drinks and shuffled into the hall, leaving Carter and I sitting and playing quarters at the kitchen table.

I bounced the small, shiny disc into the glass and watched it clink against the walls as it fell to the bottom. Carter sighed and drank in response, taking his turn at the game but launched his quarter off to the left. "Shit." He cursed.

We played the game in silence for a few minutes, save for the occasional cursing from whichever one of us was on the receiving side of the punishment. Only after we'd finished our drinks did we spark up our conversation again.

"Did you hear anything else about that party?" I thought I was being sly, slipping the question in under the radar and hoping my desire to go would be unnoticed.

"Not really, just met some guy in the bathroom who said he was a friend with the guy who started it." Carter gave up on quarters altogether, now rolling the silver circle between his fingers. "I mean, if this party is the whole floor then we absolutely have to go."

"I was hoping you'd say that." A spark of joy ignited in my heart, rushing my urge to get downstairs.

The two of us got ready as fast as we could. I threw on a white band t-shirt, with the name Hands like Houses neatly typed across the top.

The rest of the shirt was covered with horizontal rectangular bars, fading from blue to grey, then moving to dark brown. Stamped right in the middle was, in large white letters; "un." Standing for 'unimagine'.

I grabbed a blue plaid shirt and headed for the door. Carter was still holed up in the bathroom trying to get his hair perfectly shaped.

"Hurry up, Barbie." I banged on the bathroom door until he ripped it open.

"Fine! I'm done!" He threw his towel in my face and I ducked to avoid it, giving him time to run past me and out the door.

Before I could run after him to smack him in the head, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I answered it, even though I didn't recognize the number.

"Hello? Can I help-." My sentence was severed by a, very clearly, intoxicated girl.

"Remy! Remy! It's Taylor!"

"Oh, hi." I nervously responded. I never liked talking with drunk people while I'm sober, I always feel like they're unhappy that I'm not also drunk.

"You didn't text me." The excitement in her voice ceased, and was replaced with a tinge of sadness.

"I thought I was supposed to wait three days?" I hoped the joke would play off well.

"I need you."

"What?" I was stunned.

"We need you, Remy!" A female voice I didn't recognize piped up in the background.

"That's Carol, my roommate. We need two more for flip cup and you promised you'd come!" She was desperate, whether for me or for flip cup I didn't care.

"We're already on our way, give me two seconds." I muted the phone and yelled for Carter to wait, to which he groaned in annoyance. Taylor gave me the room number and I raced to the stairwell to meet my roommate.

The floor party was already exploding with activity; everywhere I looked there were people packing the halls and sipping drinks. Different music was coming from different places on the floor. Some of it boomed from nearby rooms with open doors, the rest from speakers set up in the halls.

Some people had their doors closed, clearly trying but failing to ignore the bass thumping on their doors.

"Come on, this way." I pulled him with me and we nudged through the crowd to the room number Taylor had given me. I knew it was killing him, having to be dragged through a sea of smoking hot girls he wanted to meet.

"Let me party, god dammit!" He struggled like a child against me grip on his shirt.

"Carter!" I shook him and snapped him out of his attitude. "I need a wingman right now, cool?"

He nodded. "Cool."

I finally found Taylor's room and eagerly stepped inside. There was a large gathering of people in her kitchen, four of which were stationed around the table with red cups in front of them.

Taylor saw me enter and grabbed me through the crowd, pulling Carter and me to the table. "Hey boys." Carol cooed beside her.

The first thing I noticed about Carol was her hair; long and curly, a shade lighter than Taylor's. She had dozens of brown freckles spotting her face, and bright green eyes that were narrowed directly at Carter.

"Hi." Taylor mouthed to me.

"Hi."

We positioned ourselves around the table as best we could, considering our conversation was, more often than not, being drowned out by the chanting crowd.

Carol was starting, then Carter, then Taylor, and I was the anchor.

"Three...two...one...chug!" The crowd erupted into applause as Carol downed her drink before her opponent had even finished half of his. She easily flipped her cup upside down, stepping back from the table with her hands held high.

The rest of the game went just as successfully. I flipped my empty cup into the air and landed it upside down, ending the game in our favour.

I cheered and turned to Taylor just in time for her to jump and hug me in celebration. She was hanging off my neck with her arms interlocked behind me.

My heart silenced the crowd, overtaking my ears with a racing beat that only let me hear my own thoughts. Thank god I could at least hear them, because they were all saying the exact same thing;

Kiss her, you idiot.

I tucked my arms behind her waist and pulled her to me, silencing her surprised gasp with a kiss. Her limbs seized up for a second, overcome by the surprise. I held her tighter and she relaxed, bringing her hands to rest on my head and pull gently on my hair.

We held our kiss, and each other, until we remembered there was a crowd surrounding us. She pulled away from me and I let her go, taking note of the adorable blushing she was trying to hide.

All either one of us wants to do was kiss each other again, but we held back with eye flutters and skipping hearts.

"Subtle, bro." Carter shook his head and laughed, but I shrugged off his comment.

Taylor told me she needed some air, and Carol assured me she would take care of him. The smile on that kid's stupid face was unmistakeable.

I walked with my flip cup co-champion down the jam-packed hallway until we reached the stairwell. Several people had taken seats on the stairs away from the loud action.

"Do you smoke?" Taylor asked me.

"Smoke what?"

"That's the right answer."

Just at the bottom of the steps, on the ground floor, there's a glass door that leads outside. It's supposed to be a fire exit but somebody disabled the alarm so we use it freely.

Stepping outside brought the realization that the cold was not something to be messed with. I hadn't brought a jacket and the September air was nipping at my arms.

Taylor reached into her back pocket and pulled out a small red tin with a blue strips across the top. She slid it open and picked out one of the long, tan sticks.

"Those don't smell like cigarettes." I nodded towards the case as she put it back into her pocket.

"Quite the detective, you are." She sparked the flame on her lighter and scorched the tip of the hand rolled joint. The end sizzled as she inhaled through the tube, simmering down when she opened her mouth and released a breath of milky, grey smoke.

I waved the cloud away and fit the joint between my lips, pulling firmly and letting the smoke replace the air in my lungs. I breathed the thick smoke from my chest and let it float into the chilly afternoon air.

We were tucked away from any roads, and anybody who walked by would be a student on their way to or from the school.

"If you want, you can crash in my room tonight." She had taken the stick back and was punctuating her sentences with deep, heavy inhales. Wisps of smoke filtered through her teeth and snuck out of her mouth, curling up and bouncing off her nose on their way to disappear into the sky.

"You know I'm only one floor above you, right?"

"So?"

"You don't think I can walk up one flight of stairs?"

"When I'm done with you," Taylor stood closer to me on her toes and was almost level with my eyes, injecting a blast of smoke into my mouth. "You won't be able to walk those steps without my help."

With her lips only a small distance away, I was tempted to kiss her again. Something in my stomach told me to wait for a better moment and let Taylor have her fun teasing me.

"In that situation, couldn't you just help me to my room?" I was poking at her invitation to spend the night with her, already well aware that I was going to accept it.

"I could, but I think I'd rather just force you to stay with me." Her fingers lingered against mine as she passed me the joint, motioning for me to finish it.

My head was starting to spin from the mixture of alcohol bubbling in my stomach and the THC making its way into my blood. They were giving me a warm, buzzy feeling. I turned to Taylor and noticed her smiling aimlessly at me, losing herself in my eyes.

Or something corny like that.

I'm not going to lie, the blend of drugs and alcohol in my system was giving me a new sense of confidence. Wagering that Taylor was feeling as horny as I was, I decided to test the waters with her.

"If somebody asked you what your top three fetishes are, what would you say?" I casually asked, sliding a couple inches closer to her. She didn't stop me, or move away, but she gave me an intrigued look.

"I would have to ask why this 'somebody' was asking." She raised an eyebrow at me and stood up with a hand on her hips.

"Sheer curiosity, I assure you." I patted her shoulder and she rolled her eyes.

"In that case, I would think it's allowable to tell that person my answer." She kissed me on the cheek. "As long as they tell me theirs."

I could tell she thought she was cute, batting her eyelashes innocently. I agreed to her terms and gave her the floor.

"My top three? I like anal, I guess. And bondage, that's up there. Only light stuff though."

"Ever done them both together?" My interest was piquing.

"Not yet." She didn't make eye contact; just nursed the joint and exhaled a cloud of grey smoke. I wanted to take that as seriously as she said it, but I'd be insane to try and make a move on that alone. Then again, it could seriously pay off in my favour. "And my third one is probably cum."

"I don't think orgasms are a fetish."

"No, not cumming. I mean cum. Like, YOUR cum." I think as soon as she uttered her last sentence she caught what she'd said. "I didn't mean yours specifically, I just meant-."

"It's okay, Taylor." I smiled and cured her of her anxiousness. "What do you like about it?"

"I don't know, the taste I guess. And the feel of it on my skin." She extinguished the joint on the ground and blew out the last bit of smoke from it. "It's cold as hell out here, let's just go in."

Like a rocket, she took off up the steps and was a floor above me before I realized what had happened.

"You don't want to know my fetishes?" I called after her, forgetting how many people could still be in the stairwell.

"I'll figure them out." She yelled back, footsteps echoing around the stone walls.

When we got back inside the building, everyone had evacuated Taylor's room. Even her roommate had left and taken Carter with her.

Like she had it prepared, Taylor rummaged through their freezer and pulled out a bottle of Grey Goose. She tilted it towards me, silently asking if I wanted any.

I made a gagging noise and she rolled her eyes. "What about Jagermeister?" She was pushing popsicles and TV dinners out of the way to get to the back of the ice box.

"Now you're catching on." I took the bottle from her when she handed it to me and melted the ice that had gathered around the bottle.

She took two glasses and a popsicle from the freezer, leading me into her room.

All along the wall, posters covered most of the white painted interior. Everything from band posters promoting tours, to a poster from the movie Pulp Fiction, littered the surface of everything but her ceiling and floor.

"Tarantino?" I pointed to the poster of Uma Thurman lying seductively on a bed.

"Oh, yeah my Dad got me really into him." She was lying on her bed with two loaded glasses of Jagermeister, the popsicle wedged between her thumb and a glass.

She fed me part of her popsicle, slapping me playfully when I took a bite off the top. "Ass!" She exclaimed, met only by my evil laughter.

I took one of the cups from her, clinking it against hers. I ceased my admiration of her room in exchange for admiring her, spread out on her back with her head propped up on a pillow.

I slid up beside her and she tucked her legs up to her chest, supporting her head on my shoulder.

We sat quietly, not knowing how to start a good conversation. I could see Taylor was spaced out, so I let her lose herself.

Like she returned from a great journey, Taylor jerked to attention. "I want to travel." She announced.

"Is that so?" I sipped my J￤ger and licked my lips in reaction to the sweet flavour.

"My cousin said I could."

"What does that mean?" I was stroking her hair with my free hand and it was putting her in a trance.

"He said next summer he'll get me a server job somewhere foreign."

"Foreign?"

"Like not North America! He said you have to take a boat to get there, I think. Something about a boat." She took a mouthful of her drink and exhaled deeply in satisfaction. "He said it's a surprise."

The next two hours flew by in a flash; we were abducted out of reality for 120 minutes and forgot that we were nearly strangers. Never pausing for more than a handful of seconds at a time, we learned just as much about each other as we shared of ourselves.

Maybe it was my imagination, but somehow I felt closer to Taylor than I'd felt to anybody in a long time. Watching her smile when I made a joke, whether it was funny or not, was causing me to slowly fall her, whether I knew it or not.

All the drinking had gotten us to share some pretty intimate things, but I had a feeling I wasn't regretting any of it.

"I only kissed one, though!" Taylor cried sucking down the last few drops from her drink.

"One girl is one girl, Tay." I'd started calling her by the shorter pet name and she seemed to like it, brightening up every time I addressed her.

"You try going to an all-girl summer camp, it's boring as hell!"

By now, she was curled up in the crook of my arm and resting her head on my tediously rising and falling chest.

After we finished what remained of the dark brown, licorice flavoured drink, we did our best to walk out into the hall.

The party had certainly calmed down, but was still alive with bumping music and drunk, occasionally half dressed, students.

"I want to find my friend." Taylor was balancing herself on my shoulder as we stood in her doorway and examined the party layout. "That way."

She pointed to the end of the hall, where a mass of girls were standing in a cluster and laughing in a shrill pitch. Taylor held my hand and stood as close to me as she could, trying her best to stay vertical. "They look nice. Wait, I know them!"

"Come on, drunky." I rubbed Taylor's back and walked with her to the end of the hall, stopping just short of the gang of girls.

I greeted them and asked if they'd seen Carol or Carter.

"The pretty guy with the blonde flow?" Referring to her long and flowing hair, two of the girls cooed and fanned themselves jokingly, making Taylor giggle quietly.

"Yes, him. Was he with anybody?" I asked impatiently.

"Carol was with him, yeah." One of the girl responded.

They explained that they'd both gone to find a quiet place to hang out, and I know immediately that Carter had taken her back to his, or our, room.

"I guess now I have to stay in your room." I swung our arms as I talked, walking us back to Taylor's room.

"Why's that?" She had her arm tightly connected to my waist, fearful of letting me go.

"Carter is loud when he...you know."

"You poor thing."

Finally back in Taylor's residence, I was starting to feel a tingling sensation in my balls. I knew I was horny, and I knew Taylor was a knockout if I'd ever seen one.

I started cleaning up the cups left scattered around the kitchen from people during the flip cup game. The drinks were gathered around the sink, and I was pouring them inside.

While I had been cleaning the mess, Taylor had changed into pajamas. The door to the hallway was closed, but we could hear the music playing outside and people chanting "keg stand, keg stand, keg stand."

When she emerged from her bedroom, her pajamas grabbed my attention and didn't let it wander. A pink drop top with spaghetti straps that cut off just above her belly button, and a pair of pink cotton shorts with the word "yummy" written on the back in white cursive.

"Don't wash those, I'll get them tomorrow." Taylor reached her hand out for the cup I was pouring out but I jerked it away, spilling the drink over the front of my shirt.

"Shit!" I cursed, pulling the shirt away from me so the wet part wouldn't touch my stomach.

Taylor apologized over and over again as I scrambled to pull the shirt over my head. I didn't even know what was in the drink I'd spilt on me, but it smelt like nail polish remover mixed with watermelon.

"Great, now I'm shirtless. Lucky you." I grumbled, walking to her bedroom and flopping down onto the bed. She sashayed in through the door and stood at the foot of the bed with her hands on her bubble butt.

"Something wrong, muffin?" She blinked her big doe eyes in slow, deliberate strokes.

"I just don't think we're very fairly dressed." I folded my hands behind my head and gave her an expectant look.

She crawled up from the foot of the bed and hovered over top of me, keeping her chest a few inches above mine. "Is there some way we could fix that?"

Her words were slurring slightly, either from her anxiety or her intoxication I don't know. Either way, she was slowly causing the blood to flood away from my brain. Even with the mixing her speech was doing, her words were sharp enough to send jolts of electricity through my legs.

Without exchanging any further words about the topic, we both knew we were already headed down a path we couldn't stop ourselves from turning down.

Taylor kept her body suspended above me, her tiny frame shaking with nerves. She was biting her lip in anticipation, gazing intently into my eyes as I lifted her shirt up, starting at her tummy and tugging the garment up over her supple breasts.

Her sharp intake of breath told me I was doing something right, so I continued lifting her shirt until it was bunched up under her chin. I maneuvered her arms through the arm holes and pulled her pink top all the way from her body.

Instantly, my hands wandered to the small of her back and ran their way up towards her shoulders. I curved my hands around her side and cupped her perky tits, pinching her nipples between my knuckles.

I was holding her up by her chest, making the soft flesh squish out to the sides like a pancake. Her hands were busy fumbling with my belt, finally unbuckling it and prying my jeans open. The zipper and button were quickly dispatched, not proving much of a match for Taylor's skilled hands.

With a frown, she made me relinquish my grasp on her breasts as she sat up to shimmy my pants down past my ankles. I was finally getting an uncensored look at her chest, and what I saw sucked the breath from my lungs.