starving!" She filled two
plates and I filled two cups. We made our way to an empty table and
sat down. She was people watching and I joined her as I grazed on
the food and drink in front of me. The women here were dressed to
the nines, the guys in their tuxes. I looked at the couples, most
of them had been set up by Claire in high school and were still
going strong. I smiled to myself and leaned down, "You set up
almost everyone, huh?" It was impressive, her gift.
She nodded at me and smiled
modestly. She was uncomfortable with the subject. I watched as she
finished her spiked punch and shook her cup at me while giving me a
pouty face. I laughed, grabbed her cup and refilled it. While at
the table I overheard conversation between two of my fellow
football team members.
"Justice is looking fucking hot
tonight. I can't believe Neil fucked that up."
The second one scoffed. "She's a
slut, dude. She'd give it to anyone and everyone...and mostly has.
She slept with you right after giving Begley head in the dorm a few
months ago."
I heard the first guy suck his
teeth. "So what, dude? She's good at what she does and there are no
strings with her."
Second guy chuckled, "Well I'd
rather have a girl who would give it to me and only me. I don't
like to share."
I turned to them and slapped them
both on the shoulders, firmly but not violently. "Justice will do
whatever you ask of her so long as its not staying away from her."
I nodded to Tim, the guy who'd spoken second, "And if you don't
want a casual fling there are plenty of other girls on campus who'd
love to be a baller's girl. Maybe Claire could hook you up. She has
a gift." I looked to Evan, the other guy, "And I didn't fuck
anything up with Justice. She was being too needy so we took some
time off. If you want a piece of that eye candy, that's all you,
buddy. Enjoy the dance, guys, I gotta get back to my date." I
grabbed two cups of punch off the table and headed back to Claire.
She was still people watching but stopped to smile at me as I
approached.
"Thanks." She took her cup and
drank it quickly. "Do you think someone spiked it?"
I laughed and shrugged my
shoulders, "Probably."
She nodded, hiccuped softly and
finished hers. "Mo...More please?" She flashed me a sweet grin and
I pushed my cup towards her.
"Sure you want to drink that fast,
Claire?" She turned her eyes to the dance floor and her eyes caught
on Justice. I let out a little humorless chuckle and nodded. She
was pissed about Justice being here. Did she think I cared or was
it something else? I ran my thumb over the back of Claire's neck
gently, caressing her.
She paused drinking her third
cupful to look at me. She gave me a soft smile but the moment was
interrupted by a guy who filled out a tux quite nicely but he was a
bit on the dull side personality wise. He asked Claire to dance and
Claire looked at me. I nodded and shrugged my shoulders. She wasn't
mine exclusively she could dance with whomever she wanted. It
didn't take the sting away though that I had hoped she'd only want
to dance with me. I didn't watch her, I wasn't sure I'd be able to
prevent myself from getting up and walking over to beat the shit
out of the guy she was dancing with if I saw his hands move to
places they weren't supposed to be.
The night pressed on and Claire had
spent an enormous amount of time dancing with other guys. Several
lovely ladies came to ask me to dance but I declined, I only wanted
to touch one girl tonight and she had a full dance card. I was
talking strategy with Tim when Claire came back, another empty cup
in her hand. She was leaning her chin on my shoulder, her speech a
little slurred. "What are you doing over here, party
poopers?"
A little laugh busted out and I
touched her cheek gently. "Just talking. I'm keeping my dance card
open for my beautiful date."
"It would be a shame to waste such
talent by sitting here all night. I'm stealing him away, Timmy."
Her hand was on my chest and
plates and I filled two cups. We made our way to an empty table and
sat down. She was people watching and I joined her as I grazed on
the food and drink in front of me. The women here were dressed to
the nines, the guys in their tuxes. I looked at the couples, most
of them had been set up by Claire in high school and were still
going strong. I smiled to myself and leaned down, "You set up
almost everyone, huh?" It was impressive, her gift.
She nodded at me and smiled
modestly. She was uncomfortable with the subject. I watched as she
finished her spiked punch and shook her cup at me while giving me a
pouty face. I laughed, grabbed her cup and refilled it. While at
the table I overheard conversation between two of my fellow
football team members.
"Justice is looking fucking hot
tonight. I can't believe Neil fucked that up."
The second one scoffed. "She's a
slut, dude. She'd give it to anyone and everyone...and mostly has.
She slept with you right after giving Begley head in the dorm a few
months ago."
I heard the first guy suck his
teeth. "So what, dude? She's good at what she does and there are no
strings with her."
Second guy chuckled, "Well I'd
rather have a girl who would give it to me and only me. I don't
like to share."
I turned to them and slapped them
both on the shoulders, firmly but not violently. "Justice will do
whatever you ask of her so long as its not staying away from her."
I nodded to Tim, the guy who'd spoken second, "And if you don't
want a casual fling there are plenty of other girls on campus who'd
love to be a baller's girl. Maybe Claire could hook you up. She has
a gift." I looked to Evan, the other guy, "And I didn't fuck
anything up with Justice. She was being too needy so we took some
time off. If you want a piece of that eye candy, that's all you,
buddy. Enjoy the dance, guys, I gotta get back to my date." I
grabbed two cups of punch off the table and headed back to Claire.
She was still people watching but stopped to smile at me as I
approached.
"Thanks." She took her cup and
drank it quickly. "Do you think someone spiked it?"
I laughed and shrugged my
shoulders, "Probably."
She nodded, hiccuped softly and
finished hers. "Mo...More please?" She flashed me a sweet grin and
I pushed my cup towards her.
"Sure you want to drink that fast,
Claire?" She turned her eyes to the dance floor and her eyes caught
on Justice. I let out a little humorless chuckle and nodded. She
was pissed about Justice being here. Did she think I cared or was
it something else? I ran my thumb over the back of Claire's neck
gently, caressing her.
She paused drinking her third
cupful to look at me. She gave me a soft smile but the moment was
interrupted by a guy who filled out a tux quite nicely but he was a
bit on the dull side personality wise. He asked Claire to dance and
Claire looked at me. I nodded and shrugged my shoulders. She wasn't
mine exclusively she could dance with whomever she wanted. It
didn't take the sting away though that I had hoped she'd only want
to dance with me. I didn't watch her, I wasn't sure I'd be able to
prevent myself from getting up and walking over to beat the shit
out of the guy she was dancing with if I saw his hands move to
places they weren't supposed to be.
The night pressed on and Claire had
spent an enormous amount of time dancing with other guys. Several
lovely ladies came to ask me to dance but I declined, I only wanted
to touch one girl tonight and she had a full dance card. I was
talking strategy with Tim when Claire came back, another empty cup
in her hand. She was leaning her chin on my shoulder, her speech a
little slurred. "What are you doing over here, party
poopers?"
A little laugh busted out and I
touched her cheek gently. "Just talking. I'm keeping my dance card
open for my beautiful date."
"It would be a shame to waste such
talent by sitting here all night. I'm stealing him away, Timmy."
Her hand was on my chest and
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