grasping.
“You’re Dave,” she began, surely. “Tall, handsome, aloof Dave. From March break.”
She tilted her head at me slyly. “Do you remember me, or am I insane?”
I stared at her. Brown curly hair, deep brown eyes, rimmed with smoky black. “Care to refresh me?”
She smiled. “Pleasured. I’m Camille. English Lit major at William and Mary. I hooked up with your British friend -- Christian, I think it was. You bought drinks for my friend, Paige. She was smashed, and fell on you a lot while you two danced.”
Recalling the memory, I smiled. I had spent almost thirty dollars of drinks on the girl Christian had shoved me with. She was pretty, and seemed like she would be nicer had she been sober. But, unlike Christian, I hadn’t even gotten near getting lucky. He had gotten with this girl, this beautiful girl, effortlessly. I had envied him.
“Right. I do remember that.”
She smirked. “So, how have you been since? Any gorgeous girls sweep you off your feet, yet?”
Her blatant flirtations seemed to have sincerity under all the show. “Not yet unfortunately.”
“Shame… but I’d love to be up to the challenge.”
I examined her. “So, do you normally go for guys in pairs?”
She looked down, her hair falling in her face. “Do you want the real answer, or the sexy quip?”
I found myself grinning. “How about both?”
“Okay. I go for guys in pairs, because I secretly want to have a wild sexy threesome with two guys, I’m just searching for the right ones.”
My eyes found hers, prodding her on.
“In reality, I had just broken up with my boyfriend, and needed some tangible proof that I didn’t need him. That I could do better. And time was ticking, and Christian presented himself readily, so…” She looked away.
I examined her body, her beautiful brown skin, her perky breasts, cinched waist, shapely legs. The way she seemed so confidence, smiling, and laughing as she danced, messing up her curly hair to make it seem more wild.
She took my speechlessness as a request for a conclusion. “So, I turned into a thoughtless whore. Forgive me? I’m over him now, my boyfriend. I promise. I’m not talking to you for spite. I’m talking to you, because you’re gorgeous, and I want to dance with you.”
“Why’d you and you’re boyfriend break up?”
She sighed. “You really want to know?”
“I would be honored.”
“He never loved me enough. I wasn’t right for him. He wanted a party girl.”
I laughed. “And you’re not a party girl.”
She blushed. “No… like… Like, a really gorgeous sexy girl, who wore short skirts, and had every guy wrapped around her finger.”
Again, I appraised her.
She giggled. “I’m not like that.”
“Right.”
“I… I’m the type of person that just. I tend to be quieter. Quirkier. I only really started going out this year anyways. He cheated on me with some girl who he snuck out to smoke with at 2 in the morning, and, well. I just. I’m insecure, and I was tired of making up excuses for him.” She seemed solemn. “So, what about you? Any stories of heart-break?”
I looked around. “Not really. I’ve never really been in love.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“No. I’m serious. Like, it just hasn’t been on the top of my list of things to do.”
“But you’ve fucked?”
“Obviously.”
“No high school sweetheart?”
“Nope.”
“No college lover?”
“Nope.”
“Nothing?”
“Nu-uh.”
“Jesus Christ. That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Really?”
“Love is great. Shitty, and great. ”
“Wow, that’s persuasive.”
“Aw. Well, I mean it’s the only reason worth living here anyways.”
I looked at her. “I’m sure that you’re not hear to fall in love tonight.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. You’re here to lead on some poor schmuck into thinking he’s going to get lucky, and then disappear. Just for personal benefit.”
“Not fair.”
“Life isn’t fair.”
“It was only that one time. You want to know what I really want?” She leaned in, her warm breath on my ear. “My body wants hot sweaty mind blowing sex. But my head. My head wants everything to stop feeling so fucking boring.”
“So, alas, you come to a night club? Home of the drunkards and philanderers?”
“Why, of course. Only the best.”
We’re silent.
“If I ask you to dance, will you kiss me?”
“Only if you get drunk and come home with me."