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Post by Myranda on Jul 12, 2010 22:44:23 GMT -6
Nate sat alone in his dorm room again for the second night in a row. It was getting a bit ridiculous; his one-girl-a-night quota had been seriously let down. He felt like an old man, sitting on the couch in nothing but his blue and red pinstriped boxer shorts watching football and drinking beer. He went through his phone in hopes of finding someone who could entertain him for a bit; maybe even the whole night. That was the one good thing about not being affected by the new dorm partner rules- he could have anyone over whenever.
He had gone through the list quickly and ended up back at the beginning pretty quickly. He sighed, going through it once more a little more slowly this time. He came across a name that sounded familiar... Paige... Oh, right! Paige! From the club, like a week ago. He had been at his favorite hangout and happened across one of the hottest chicks he'd seen in a while, and naturally got her number. It was also natural that he had forgotten about her until just now.
Nate opened up a text to the girl and typed: Hey, sexy :) You should come over. I need a drinking buddy. #138. All he had to do now was sit back and wait for a reply. Most girls would send him an angry text message in reply. It would sound something like this: I'm not a fucking booty call, douche. Delete my number & forget my name. But what hey didn't realize was that Nathan had already long forgotten their names.
It was a wonder he placed Paige's name with her face. But, then again, she was hot. She seemed like the kind of girl Nathan might actually keep texting. Keep 'er coming back. He visualized her as he laid back on his couch with his eyes closed. Tan skin, dark hair; like someone straight out of a Playboy. He hoped she'd text back soon before he died of anticipation.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 12, 2010 23:09:03 GMT -6
[/i], she texted back. She smiled, clipping her cellphone to her shorts' waistband. She walked out the door, putting on her flats. She walked down a flight of steps and to the end of the hallway. She made it to his room and knocked.[/ul]
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Post by Myranda on Jul 12, 2010 23:21:31 GMT -6
Nate didn't hear her text message come in because his phone was always on silent. He did, however, hear the door knock. Knowing that was her, he looked down at his bare chest and realized he was still in his boxers. Shit, he thought, racing to find a black, somewhat form-fitting (in a guy-way) t-shirt anf pulled it over his head. He had to at least look somewhat respectable at first. When he answered the door, he was still pulling down his t-shirt. "Heyyy, beautiful." He said, letting her into the room after giving her a quick hug. "Glad to see you made it."
Nate wondered if she was aware that her ass was clearly visible in those shorts; then he realized he was in boxer shorts, still. He probably should not be looking at her ass just yet (xD, so bad...). "Want a beer? And-slash-or... A shot or something?" He grabbed a beer out of the fridge and the vodka bottle that he kept hidden in the dishwasher. "I promised we'd do some drinking, didn't I?"
He looked her over once more; the boy couldn't help it, it was instinctual for him to check girls out. He noticed for the first time that not only did she have a smokin' body, her face was really... Pretty. Not really a word he's normally use, but it was. They way her eyes and hair was... He didn't know how to explain it, but for once, he enjoyed looking at her face more than he did her body.
Wait.
Nah, it was pretty equal.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 12, 2010 23:43:55 GMT -6
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Post by Myranda on Jul 12, 2010 23:52:02 GMT -6
He smiled, looking down at his boxers. "Thanks!" He turned back to the alcohol. "How about one of each?" He asked, opening the bottle of beer for her and handing her a surprisingly full shot of vodka. "That's kind of a lot. Think you can handle it?" He took a seat next to her and grabbed his half-emptied beer bottle. He couldn't take his eyes off of her legs. "Did you get hotter since the last time I saw you?" He asked, nonchalantly putting his arm around her. Football was still playing on the television, so he changed it to the alternative music channel.
"I've literally been thinking about you since I saw you at that club last week." It wasn't a lie, she had crossed his mind quite a bit since then. He had just needed a little name-refresher. Nate, Nate, Nate. This boy knew how to play his game; his pick up lines (though corny) often worked really, really well.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 13, 2010 0:09:18 GMT -6
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Post by Myranda on Jul 13, 2010 1:32:28 GMT -6
"Impressive," Nathan said, having watched her just down the whole shot like it was water. He took a rather long sip of his beer. "I know I couldn't do that." He looked her in the eye, and cocked his head to the right a bit. "Your eyes are, like. Gray." He admired the color of her eyes for a bit; they were interesting. It was something that was kind of weird for him, because in a different way than her body, he found her eyes extremely attractive. "What on earth do you mean? There are like four hundred guys at this school who would kill to be the one sharing drinks with you right now." He shrugged. "I'm a pretty lucky guy."
"So, Paige Collins. Tell me about yourself." Woah, even Nate had to do a double take at what he had just said. Because normally right about now he would be saying, "So, babe, how about another drink?" or "So, babe, let's take off our clothes." But not only did he ask her to tell him about herself, he used her full name to do so. Freaky.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 13, 2010 2:17:56 GMT -6
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Post by Myranda on Jul 13, 2010 17:18:55 GMT -6
Nate smiled at her. "Yeah.. Like a bluish-gray. It's really cool." He said, still admiring them. He felt a sort of raw attraction to her. Like, he wanted to take her out to dinner sometime or something. It was odd, he wasn't used to it. But that didn't mean he didn't like it. He took another sip of his beer, hoping to loosen up a bit pretty soon. Because this whole thing he was feeling with Paige was getting a little weird for him; he had just wanted a lay for the night, as bad as it sounds. But deeper down, he wanted more from her.
He decided to act against what his instinct was telling him; stop this whole thing now, ask her to go out for dinner sometime andnget to know the girl before you sleep with her. Instead, he leaned over and kissed her on the temple, then on the cheek, then on her jaw until his lips were right in front of hers. He had seen it on Hitch- he went 90%, now it was her turn to make the last ten.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 13, 2010 18:17:35 GMT -6
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Post by Myranda on Jul 13, 2010 20:38:54 GMT -6
Nate kissed her for a fairly good amount of time, and though he tried to make it advance, there was something stopping him. He kept getting distracted with other things he wanted to do with her; non-sexual things like watching the star wars marathon that was on, or taking her as his date to the club. He pulled away for a moment and looked to the right at his television set. Then, he turned back to her and kissed her, just once.
He pulled away again and looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. "The Star Wars marathon is on right now." He announced, looking her in the eye. He could have continued kissing her, but he felt guilty about it. His conscience was screaming "Star Wars, Not Sex!" But he knew she'd most likely be disappointed that he stopped so early, so he had to still debate about what he was going to do. It all came down to what she wanted.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 13, 2010 21:12:21 GMT -6
[/i] she thought to herself. She definitely knew something was up when he stopped to look at the Tv. Paige gave him an odd look and cocked her head to the side. She was confused. She knew how Nate went and...it sure as hell wasn't watching a Star Wars Marathon. That sounded like something he would do in his free time. Sitting around in his boxers, watching star wars with a bowl of popcorn. But in a way, she really didn't mind. She shrugged. "Okay," she told him, a smile appearing on her face.[/ul]
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Post by Myranda on Jul 13, 2010 21:35:28 GMT -6
Nate smiled and laughed nervously. "Do you wanna... Like, watch it with me? I have popcorn and beer and sodas. And I know that kind of wasn't the plan tonight, so it's fine of you wanna... Continue. But, Star Wars is on. Not that I don't think you're hot, 'cause I think you're gorgeous. But, you know. If you wanted to." Woah! What the hell? Nate confused himself just now. Not only was he giving up the opportunity to bang, he was nervous around her.
Which would explain saying all of that in a total of thirty seconds. He swallowed nervously; if she chose to continuw downthe road they were going, he might have to turn her down. Something told him that if he went any further he would regret it bigtime, and he didn't want that to happen. Not with a girl like this.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 13, 2010 22:56:49 GMT -6
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Post by Myranda on Jul 13, 2010 23:15:01 GMT -6
Nate smiled at her. "Okay," he said, turning to the tv to change the channel. Boba Fett popped up on screen and Nate let out a, "Yeah!" He stood up quickly and went to his dresser where he pulled out a pair of pants- no temptations. As he pulled them on he realized this was unfamiliar; putting clothes on while a girl was sitting on his couch. But, he knew he needed them in order to stay loyal to his decision. Loyalty- another thing he wasn't familiar with.
He plopped down on the couch heavily enough to bounce her somewhere-around-100lbs a little bit off the couch, to which he grabbed her waist and pulled her right onto his lap. They could still flirt without having sex, right? He smiled at her. Though she was on his lap, she was only an inch or so away from eye level, but she was still shorter than him. "Woops!" He said. "Ah, man. Sorry for being so fat I bounced you straight into my lap when I sat down... Ah, well. Guess you'll have to stay here!" He said, jokingly pretending like he didn't mean to do that. He gave her a light kiss on the shoulder, not wanting her to feel like he didn't want her still, because he did. Just... later.
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