“You are a gift, Diana,” she whispered to her reflection in the mirror. Then she headed out the door.
The party was being held in a nearby dormitory. Never having attended a campus party before, Diana was unprepared for the assault of noise as she entered the common room in the basement. The music was wall-shakingly loud and the room, dimly lit with old strings of Christmas lights, was crammed to capacity and beyond with people, all of whom appeared to be shouting to be heard over the music.
Diana almost turned and fled. In fact, she had begun to do just that when something in the corner of her eye caught her attention and she turned back. Sitting in a beat-up old armchair in a corner of the room, barely visible through the crowd, was James. His head was tilted back and he appeared to be asleep, although Diana couldn’t for the life of her imagine how anyone could sleep in the middle of all this chaos.
Making her way across the room involved more squirming than walking, and a couple of times she found that the only way to make any progress was to allow herself to be propelled in another direction entirely and work her way around. Somewhere along the way someone shoved a huge plastic cup of beer into her hand and as there was no place to put it down she continued on with the cup held high over her head.
At long last she arrived, out of breath and feeling as though she’d been squeezed from a tube of toothpaste. James was still asleep – or possibly drunk, Diana thought, noting the half-empty cup of beer held loosely in his hand and in serious danger of spilling onto the rug. Lowering her own cup, with her free hand she reached down and removed his, placing it on the floor beside the chair. He didn’t seem to notice.
Okay, now what? What was she even doing here?
Well, I’m not turning back now, she thought.
Her family had wine with dinner at times, but she had never imbibed more than a decorous amount and she had certainly never had beer. She raised her cup to her nose and sniffed it. Ugh. Then she placed it to her lips and slugged down nearly half the cup in one go.
Grimacing at the taste, she squatted down and placed her cup next to his. Then, feeling a little wobbly, she knelt in front of him, resting her hands lightly on his knees. He was dressed in his perennial uniform of jeans and a polo shirt. Diana looked up at him. His head was still tilted back and from that angle she couldn’t see much more than his chin and the underside of his jaw. Should she try to wake him?
She jostled his knees slightly with her hands and said tentatively, “James?”, though of course there was no way he could have heard her. She jostled his knees again, a little more vigorously, but only succeeded in making his legs fall open against the arms of the chair.
Oh. There she was, kneeling at his feet and staring directly at his crotch. She felt her pussy throb and suddenly her somewhat beer-befogged brain filled with all the images she had successfully hidden away as a wave of heat rippled through her. She quickly looked over her shoulder as if somehow everything she was thinking and feeling might have become visible.
But no one was paying attention or even looking their way. In fact, just at that moment someone in the crowd, apparently a little the worse for wear, stumbled and fell over, creating a domino effect of falling bodies reaching all the way across the room. Hysterical laughter ensued.
“Do I dare?” thought Diana, turning quickly back to face James. Then, fueled by desire and made reckless by alcohol, she leaned down and lightly kissed the bulge in the front of his pants, quickly leaning back again. She glanced up at James’ face, or what she could see of it. No reaction. She glanced back over her shoulder. The crowd was still distracted and uproarious with people trying to stand up and stumbling over others who were still on the ground.
She turned back and lowered her head once more. Another kiss, longer and more forceful. Another, her lips parting and her tongue darting out. Then, throwing caution to the winds, she licked the bulge in his pants all over – and was gratified to feel it stir and begin to harden.
She pulled back once more and looked around. The party-goers were still laughing hysterically as they tried to untangle themselves. And James was…
Looking directly at her.
Oh god. Had he seen? Diana attempted to look casual as she dropped her hands from his knees to her lap…and was mortified to notice the wet places her tongue had left on the front of his pants. Thank god the lighting was so dim. She tried to smile up at him: just a casual acquaintance on her knees in front of him.
He blinked a couple of times, stifled a yawn and finally said, “Hi, Diana. Sorry, I must have zoned out for a while. I just finished…” He covered his mouth as another yawn escaped. “…my exams after pulling two all-nighters in a row. I have no idea why I showed up for this, really – I’m completely dead. I just wanted to celebrate a little.”
He suddenly seemed to focus on her. “Hey, you look really nice,” he said, raising his voice to be heard above the din. “Haven’t seen you in forever. How are you doing? Done with your exams and everything?”
James apparently hadn’t noticed anything, Diana thought, and didn’t seem particularly surprised to find her kneeling in front of him. But she felt more than a little awkward and rose, perching herself on the arm of his chair and leaning down in order to be heard as she replied. She felt silly talking about exams and papers to him when what she really wanted to talk about was the changes she had been going through since their last encounter. But there really didn’t seem any way to bring the conversation around to something like, “You know, I’ve really been feeling better about myself since you taught me how to suck your cock.”
And besides, she could see that although he was trying to be polite and listen to what she was telling him, his eyes were slowly closing again. So she interrupted herself and said, “I think you need to get home and go to bed, mister. Unless you want to spend the night here.”
James nodded, a little embarrassed. “Yeah, you’re right, sorry.”
Diana stood again as he heaved himself out of the chair. And then, without thinking about what she was doing, she followed him as he threaded his way through the crowd, out the door and up the stairs to the main floor. When they were outside she fell in beside him, not daring to speak as they made their way back to his dorm. And besides, she was still feeling a little wobbly from the beer and had to focus on her steps a little bit.
James said nothing when she followed him into his dorm…and then into the elevator…and then accompanied him down the hall and finally to the door of his room. He opened it and switched on the light. Then he turned to her, and Diana could see he was getting ready to tell her good night and send her on her way. “Thanks for seeing me home, Di-”
Diana stepped up to him and threw her arms around his waist, holding him tightly. Caught off guard, James stood stiffly for a moment then wrapped his arms around her shoulders and allowed her to rest her head on his chest.