It all started with a half-truth. Technically I wasn’t lying when I told my boyfriend Travis that it was a ‘girl’s night out, but I was omitting certain details. Primarily the ones concerning Chase. I met Chase one night when I was out on an actual girl’s night. The amount of courage it takes to approach someone in a club with loud music and flashing lights with hopes of striking up a conversation is immense, and I can respect that. Still, he offered to buy me a drink which I politely declined. Not because I didn’t think he was cute. He had on a faded pair of jeans with white sneakers that stuck out in the black lights of the club and a polo t-shirt that might as well had “Frat Boy” stamped across the front of it. He filled it out nicely though and had a confident smile framed by a chiseled jawline that could have made him perfect for a Marine poster. Now that I think about it, he would probably be irresistible in that uniform as well.
The reason I told him no was because I had been seeing my boyfriend for the past six months and was loving the way things were going. He was sweet, caring, and thoughtful. Even though he worked full-time and went to school full-time he always figured out a way to have enough energy left for me. In a different world, this may have been the end of Chase, but fate had other plans. My friend Lori fell head-over-heels for his friend Brain, so our ‘girl’s nights’ became something else.
Not to sound too full of myself, but I’m not a stranger to guys shooting their shot and have turned the rejections into a kind of art. Luckily, vodka and soda with lime is my drink of choice so I can usually play off a “Sorry, I can’t drink. I’m driving.” I make a bit of a pouty face and a shoulder shrug before turning back to my friends. If I am really desperate, I can drop a quick, “I’m not 21,” but due to the contents of my cup actually being alcohol this is something I normally don’t advertise too loudly. Either way, as skilled as I was, nothing seemed to work with Chase. When I broke the news to him that I had a boyfriend it didn’t do anything but encourage him further.
Eventually, it just turned into a kind of game. He would make flirty jokes and I would pretend to be annoyed or disgusted, but I think he knew this couldn’t be further from the truth. We would dance occasionally, and I would let him run his hands up and down my sides or even lean into him a bit, teasing him with just the slightest bit of pressure from my curvy butt. I loved that he wanted me so badly, and he was terrible at hiding it. I always waited until his hands began to move from my thighs towards my tight little ass or started working their way up my front before I would swat his hands away and leave him stranded on the dance floor. I thought it was hilarious to send him home alone and frustrated. While I was needy as well, Travis was always eagerly waiting for me to get home.
Our game of ‘Cat and Mouse’ was all good fun, but that only lasts until the mouse has a few too many drinks. I had gone a little crazy shopping that week and my bank account was showing the damage, so when Chase made his weekly offer to buy me a drink, I accepted. Though the forensic evidence is still inconclusive, I firmly believe my single shot vodka and sodas had transformed into doubles, and shots of tequila began coming to our table in waves. It was hopeless.
This time when we were dancing Chase’s hands didn’t get the playful slap. I leaned back into him, and his hands traced a line up my stomach, stopping to cup my breast. I closed my eyes and couldn’t stop a slight moan from escaping my glossy lips. Never one to miss an opportunity, Chase leaned down and I felt his warm breath on my neck. His kiss sent shivers across my shoulders, and he gave the lobe of my ear a playful bite.
As foggy as my memory is, I think we were still doing some semblance of dancing, though I can’t be sure. His hands worked back down, and he tucked his thumbs teasingly inside the waist of my skirt. The thought he may just pull it down any minute in the middle of the dance floor was both terrifying and exciting, but nothing came of it. He moved on, his hands sliding further down to my bare thighs. He squeezed hard enough to make me jump. He laughed in my ear and continued to explore my body with his hands, sneakily slipping one underneath my skirt and getting a slight feel of the wet spot forming on my panties.
With no secrets left to hide, he brought that finger to my lips and grazed them slowly. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his digit. It was official. Our game was over. Read more »