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When the door opened, Jake almost lost his resolve. Here was another beautiful girl. Yes, he knew that the girls of GGK were the hottest on campus, but he hadn’t really looked at them, or any other girls on campus for that matter, and so he found himself getting a bit weak in the knees.
He steeled himself as the door girl looked him over, but almost lost it again when he took her hand. So soft and gentle. Such long, elegant fingers.
“Yes. I’m Jake. Pleased to meet you, Emma.”
And then he looked at her bare midriff. This was going to be a hard night, he thought. This time he turned things a bit academic to help him through the vision of bare female skin so close and so real. He focussed briefly on her abdomen, on the clearly defined muscles, and thought in terms of drafting, of rendering such a sculptural form on paper. It seemed to work, though he did worry that she might have thought he was ogling her. Well, maybe, in a way, he was.
He listened to her instructions and thanked, adding, “maybe we’ll see each other again later.”
To the kitchen, then, for a drink. That he could manage. Beer was the standard student drink, of course, but he preferred whiskey or the like. And he could hold it; beer or wine, particularly red, made him heady, but whiskey - he could drink all day and still walk a straight line.
He worked his way through the clusters of party-goers, becoming increasingly apprehensive as he passed guy after guy of just the sort that teased and taunted him, He tried to be inconspicuous, but it still promised to be a difficult night.
No whiskey to be found; fruity cocktails seemed to be the hard liquor offerings. He settled on tequila. A glassful, with a splash of Margarita mix for show. Then he was off to find Alexis or Niece, or both of them.
He steeled himself as the door girl looked him over, but almost lost it again when he took her hand. So soft and gentle. Such long, elegant fingers.
“Yes. I’m Jake. Pleased to meet you, Emma.”
And then he looked at her bare midriff. This was going to be a hard night, he thought. This time he turned things a bit academic to help him through the vision of bare female skin so close and so real. He focussed briefly on her abdomen, on the clearly defined muscles, and thought in terms of drafting, of rendering such a sculptural form on paper. It seemed to work, though he did worry that she might have thought he was ogling her. Well, maybe, in a way, he was.
He listened to her instructions and thanked, adding, “maybe we’ll see each other again later.”
To the kitchen, then, for a drink. That he could manage. Beer was the standard student drink, of course, but he preferred whiskey or the like. And he could hold it; beer or wine, particularly red, made him heady, but whiskey - he could drink all day and still walk a straight line.
He worked his way through the clusters of party-goers, becoming increasingly apprehensive as he passed guy after guy of just the sort that teased and taunted him, He tried to be inconspicuous, but it still promised to be a difficult night.
No whiskey to be found; fruity cocktails seemed to be the hard liquor offerings. He settled on tequila. A glassful, with a splash of Margarita mix for show. Then he was off to find Alexis or Niece, or both of them.