My roommate, to put it lightly, was a hardcore noisemaker. And an asshole. There was rarely a Friday or Saturday night that he didn’t stumble into our dorm suite completely blasted and towing along some tan, blonde airhead in short shorts. Thankfully, our arrangement called for a two bedroom apartment-suite and I rarely heard anything beyond a muffled grunt during those unfortunate nights. Occasionally one of his lost companions would appear in our kitchen the next morning, wearing only a t-shirt, shamelessly proceeding to giggle and feign surprise as I drifted through the apartment and out the door.
As a result, I was slowly ingratiated into the party-going lifestyle. There were only so many times I could refuse his near drunken encouragements. On one stormy night, we found ourselves right on top of a gangbang. I left upon arrival, having been in a short-lived relationship at the time, and not wanting to get into any trouble. I found out later that my girlfriend just happened to be the infamous gangbanged girl. A fabulous discovery that, for months, left me completely without trust for the opposite sex. Eventually I started attending parties with my roommate, if only to keep an eye on my too-trusting, vodka-loving companion. We even became good friends, after a while, and decided to remain roommates throughout the summer and possibly beyond. His wealthy father even purchased a nicely sized house for our comfort, as a gift to Zack for his outstanding grades during his first year.
Of course, with our own place off campus, we had several opportunities to throw parties whenever we wanted to, not that I was particularly ecstatic to do so. I did agree to one blowout. A mid-summer event I hoped few would actually show up to. Zack invited nearly all of his facebook friends (some of whom, he didn’t even know) and I added three or four more to the list. The party was to take place on a Friday night (according to Zack, people would need at least two days to recover). We stocked up on booze, mixers and snacks, as well as condoms and bottles of water, which I placed in certain spots all over the house. I decided to keep my own door locked, for fear of some drunken couple making themselves at home on my comforter, and Zack and I started drinking several hours before the party began.
The first guests arrived around 9, and after that, it was difficult for me to keep track of how many walked in and out of our front or back door. By 10pm, I was drunker than I had ever been, and a lot more personable. I was making friends everywhere, though most people claimed to already know who I was. We had set up the basement as a dancing area, and my fellow scholars grinded their goods to shitty music, throwing back cheap rum and shouting at me as I walked by.
One girl in particular caught my attention as I waded through the sweaty bodies to the DJ. She was dancing with a group of people, no one man or woman had claim to her. She looked familiar but I couldn’t immediately place her. I stopped at the front of the room, stepping up onto the platform and handing a drink to the DJ. I stared at her, not even trying to not be creepy. She was exquisitely crafted, for a girl, with long wavy blonde hair that cascaded in silky tendrils to her perfectly (if not overly) sized chest. The expression on her face was one of pure enjoyment. Her plump lips were stretched into a slight, sexy smile and her large eyes remained almost half closed. Her thin arms poised in the air while she danced, deliciously curved hips swaying rhythmically to the music. She was seduction of the purest form and I knew I needed her immediately.
The DJ nudged my arm, startling me back into reality. He nodded towards the beautiful woman in question, “Go for it!” He yelled. I frowned at him, my brain trying to remind him of my current non-existent status as womanizer. I have no game, so to speak. He laughed at my expression and shook his head, then messed with his records a bit. He held up one particular record and pointed at me, “I’m going to play this for you! Go get her!” I tried to protest but he held his hand up, apparently not taking no for an answer.
I looked down at my drink, held it to my lips and gulped the last of it down, praying for courage, then leapt off the platform and onto the dance floor. The music stopped abruptly and few groaned as most of the guests refused to notice anything had changed. Another song started to play, a slower one I recognized immediately as a classic 50's love ballad. I made my way to the blonde, who was grinning broadly at one of her companions, eyes wide and sparkling. I pushed my way through before anyone else could get near her and held out my hand in a gentlemanly manner. Her eyes met mine and her mouth fell open slightly then switched into a beautiful smile, her eyes dancing mischievously. I couldn’t quite catch the color with the lighting in the basement, but they were wide, deep and holding secrets I wanted to know.
She placed a thin-fingered hand into mine and curtsied gracefully. A grin spread widely on my face before I sidled up close to my blonde beauty, wanting to be as close as possible. She placed a hand on my shoulder, her other in mine as we started to sway like junior high teenagers. Her body felt small against mine and I was careful to keep my hand on her lower back and not venture any further, however much I desired to. I could feel all of the alcohol I’d consumed throughout the night swirling around in my brain. Suddenly, for no explainable reason whatsoever, I felt brave. I bent my head down to say something into her ear, “You’re very pretty,” I managed, mentally high-fiving myself for the compliment. I felt her small body shake with laughter and grinned.
She stood on her toes to say something back, “What’s your name, handsome?”
“Jake,” I responded, “And you are?”
“Sophie.” I pushed the name around my foggy mind, trying at length to discover where I could know a girl who looked like this with a name like that. I decided she must have been one of Zack’s many friends. I bent my head to speak again but was momentarily distracted by the delightful smell of her hair. It was just as soft as I’d imagined it to be. I felt her blonde head rest on my shoulder and couldn’t keep the goofy smile hidden that enveloped my face as a result. We stayed like that until the end of the song, her wonderful body flush against mine, sending desirable images through my imagination. I didn’t want to release her, but I reluctantly let go as the song ended. I looked up to find the rest of the dance floor had followed our lead, found a partner and done their own, more erotic version of our junior high slow dance. The next song to come on picked up the pace and brought the horny scholars back to their elicit grinding.
Sophie smiled at me and I took her hand, asking with my eyes to take her upstairs, away from the grinding and to a place more quiet and serene. She followed me directly, without hesitation, her thin hand in my large one, as I lead her up the stairs and away from the pounding base. We made our way into a vacant corner of the kitchen and I turned the beautiful blonde to face me. In the light I could finally make out the color of her eyes. They were an entrancing grey-blue, shiny with inebriation. She glanced around the kitchen, spotting a stack of empty cups and quickly filling it with our signature punch before turning to face me and shooting me a grin.
“Sophie,” I said, the name leaving my lips like a caress, “how do I know you?”
She smiled and took a sip of her drink, “We went to high school together.”
I was stunned, there was no earthly way I could have existed next to this woman for any amount of time without realizing it. “I don’t believe you.”
She laughed, her pointy chin tilting towards the sky, “It’s true! I sat next to you in U.S. history for an entire semester."
I shook my head, "It simply can't be possible. I would have noticed you."
She shrugged, her thin shoulders lifting in the air nonchalantly, "I look different." She took another sip, looking almost sad, "Plus I was only there for about a year."
I tried again to conjure up an image of this impeccable goddess from my memory. Nothing. I could barely remember the name of the teacher from that class, much less my fellow studious individuals.
Her grey blue eyes watched me curiously as she took another sip of her drink. She smiled at me, her bottom lip fitting loosely beneath a row of pearly white teeth before she leaned in, "You have a room here, correct?"
I nearly swallowed my tongue in surprise. My heart began to race in anticipation while my brain scrambled to procure an audible response. "Yes?" I said, the affirmation becoming a question in my own mind. Do I live here? Is this reality?
Sophie stepped towards me, her little body now pressed against mine in an agonizingly sexy way. "Show me." She said, her lips just brushing my ear. I could have shivered, were the alcohol not making my blood warm.