I had been patiently anticipating the party for quite some time for a number of reasons, but at the top of the list was the most important one: I was finally going to meet him. We had not interacted much at all expect for a favorite Tweet here and there. I didn’t even know what he looked like, but he knew how looked. I had pictures of myself, all tame, innocent pictures, posted all over social media.
He lived two hours away—a student at a different university—so the party was the best excuse to get him to visit. I wanted to look my best, and I had not had sex in a long, long time. I needed to have sex, to be fucked, to feel someone else’s hands on the curves of my body, cupping my breasts and my ass, touching me… So I was diligent in showering, shaving my soft pussy, and making sure the sharp cat-eye corners of my eyeliner were perfect. I needed him to like me, because I needed him inside me.