Changing Tunes (3 page)

I’m not ashamed to say I’m feeling good, and pretty damn hot, as Mac and I step out of our apartment, locking the door behind us. As we near where the altercation with Austin and his girlfriend transpired, Mac leans over and whispers, “What was that scream I heard out here?”

“Oh, you heard that? Let’s just say a guy down the hall has a very protective girlfriend.”

Mac shrugs her shoulders and says, “Ah, you must have met Austin and his
lovely
girlfriend.”

“Hey, I didn’t do anything,” I reply, ready to defend myself. Actually, this is the first time I haven’t been in the wrong, I realize.

“Trust me, I know. I got here a couple of weeks ago, and I’ve already seen Austin in action. He’s a horn dog. But he’s a mighty fine horn dog, isn’t he?” She laughs, and I can’t help chuckling right along with her.

“Yes. Yes, he is. What’s the story with his girlfriend? She seems very worried about his wandering eyes.”

Leaning over she whispers, “I think he’s always had a wandering eye, and instead of breaking up with him, she blames the girls.”

“Why does she put up with it?”

“From what I understand, they’ve been together a long time. I think sometimes it’s easier to stay with someone out of habit than it is to let them go.”

Huh. I’ve never had that problem.

Changing the subject I ask, “Okay, where to?”

“I thought we’d start with the fraternities,” she says wiggling her eyebrows.

The more I’m around Mac, the more I like her. But I tell myself to maintain the shield and to watch myself.

“Well, lead the way.”

She leads us to a large house with a fraternity logo on the front. Music is cranking, and people are milling around everywhere.

This looks promising
.

We walk up the walkway and into the house; it seems we make quite the impression, as two very hot guys immediately walk up to us. I see them exchange a look with each other. I’m not ignorant to this look; I’ve been around. The look tells me that in an instant, they’ve already decided which one will be paired with Mac and which one with me. I’m not naïve enough to believe we are more than just conquests to them. I know this, but in reality, that’s what he is to me. He’s a plaything, something to make me feel good, for just a little while. To my relief, the taller of the two walks up to me. He’s surfer boy hot with hair that hangs in his eyes and introduces himself as Luke. Mac nudges me and I see the smile she’s sporting. The guy in front of her must be her type. He’s a little shorter than Luke and has dark brown, short-cropped hair and a chiseled jaw. He introduces himself as Sean.

Yes, this will do for the night.

With introductions made, I grab Luke’s hand and drag him away. Before we make it to the dance floor, I stop by a table loaded with every alcohol known to man and throw a couple of Jell-O shots down my throat. I plaster on a come hither smile, making him smile wider, and lead him to the dance floor. Dancing is my thing, something very few people know about me. I could dance all night long. I used to dance and thought that’s where my future was headed. But then, life’s a bitch, things happen, and plans change.

Determined to have a blast and feel good, I let the music guide me. It flows through my entire body and I begin to move. Luke, seems taken aback for just a moment, but quickly finds my rhythm and moves right along with me. I throw my arm back behind me and wrap it around his neck. He seems to enjoy my move; his breathing gets labored and I feel him harden behind me, as he presses into my lower back.

Not yet. Still too early.

It makes me hot that it took so little to turn him on, but I’m not done dancing. I have a goal to make him want me so bad he hurts; call me sick and twisted, I don’t care. I feel powerful when they get to that point—the point of no return—and I will rock his fucking world. Not the other way around.

I continue letting the music guide my every move, and eventually feel him nibble on my ear lobe.

Nope. Still too soon.

I swing around to face him, taking away the easy access to my ears. I see frustration lurking in his eyes, but the heat is there, too.
Oh, yeah the heat is there
. I move a little bit away and fling my arms up, moving in time to the music and lift my hair off of my shoulders, seductively holding it up. Letting my hair drop, I lean in close to his ear, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

He nods his head and says, “You’d better.” I wink at him, turn and strut to the table where I down two more Jell-O shots.

I spot Mac talking to Sean, still with a smile on her face. I walk over and whisper, “Don’t wait up for me.” I don’t wait for a response and make my way back to Luke.

He looks surprised when I sidle back up against him. “You came back.”

“I said I’d be right back, didn’t I?” I don’t wait for him to answer as I sweep in and lick his lips, pulling back a little to gauge his reaction. If he wanted me before, he sure as hell wants me even more now. A song comes on that I love, and my hips begin to sway. It draws his eyes right to them and he settles his hands on each side. I inch closer to him and close my eyes, letting the music take over and guide my movements. I’m beginning to feel pretty good. I’m still completely aware of my surroundings and in control, but I’m feeling a very good buzz.

I open my eyes and find him staring directly at me. He leans in and whispers, “God, I want you so bad.”

“I know, I can tell.” I say mischievously. To make sure he knows I’m completely aware of his state of want, I take my hand and rub him through his jeans. His eyes widen and he throws his head back. When his head comes back down he says, through hooded eyes, “Who are you, and where have you been all my life?”

Now. It’s time.

“I’m the girl that’s going to rock your world.” His eyes widen at my brazen words. Leaning into him, I capture his mouth with my own, giving him a small taste of what’s to come. He’s a good kisser and he give’s right back. I take the plunge and dip my tongue into his mouth. He’s minty fresh, with a hint of vodka. I pull away, asking, “Where’s your room?”

His eyes shine bright and he immediately leads me up a staircase. The moment we’re at the top of the stairs, we’re back to kissing as he leads us into a room, barely getting the door slammed before he’s unbuttoning his shirt. I yank my shirt off and unbutton my shorts stepping out of them. I watch as his shirt comes off and take a moment to admire his physique. He yanks off his pants as I begin to pull off my boots when he stops me, “Leave them on.”

I smile and yank off my cami, standing in only my bra and thong. He pauses, looking at me, and says, “God, you are so fucking hot!” I smile, strut over to him and push him roughly on the bed.

“So here’s how this is going to work. You’re going lay there, and I’m going to take control, and you’re going to love every minute of it.”

He begins to speak, “You don’t want me to…” I quickly cover his mouth with mine to shut him up, hovering over him.
No. I’m in control, not you.

I yank his boxer briefs down with his help, and pull a condom out of my boot. He quirks an eyebrow up, and I just shrug and say, “A girl has to be prepared.”

I grab his swollen cock in my hands, slowly rolling the condom into place.  I take a moment to stroke him gently but firmly, and a small groan escapes his lips.  I stop just long enough to step out of my lacy thong, his eyes widening at the sight of me in just my boots and bra. It makes me smile and most importantly, I feel powerful. The power turns me on more than Luke.  Ready to rock his world as promised, I lower myself onto him, slowly, and he shudders in pleasure.  I begin to move, up and down, setting a pace I can tell feels good for him, all the while ensuring pressure is applied in the place I need it most.  Luke reaches forward to caress my breasts, but before he can make contact, I catch both his wrists and lock them firmly above his head, reinforcing my position of power and increasing my pleasure.  I lean forward and trail my tongue across his lips before plunging it into his mouth again, riding him at an increasing pace.  Luke murmurs, “You feel so damn good,” as he strains forward, trying to lick my nipples through my lacy bra.  I lean back slightly, out of his reach, maintaining control.  I can tell by his labored breathing he is close, so I increase my pace, bringing myself closer to the edge. Finally giving in to the sensations, I let go. Just as I do, Luke thrusts into me firmly then stills, panting quietly. I sit for a moment, reveling in the power and satisfaction before carefully lifting myself off of him, grabbing my clothes and starting to get dressed.

Luke watches me through hooded eyes before saying “You don’t have to go, you know?”

Why can’t a guy just be happy they got some and let it go?

“I really have to go. My roommate is probably wondering where I am.”

He laughs, “I’m sure Sean’s taking really good care of her, or the other way around.”

I’m not sure why, but the thought of Sean ‘taking care’ of Mac bothers me and I feel the need to find her. I’m no innocent, but she strikes me as different, better. I glance up at Luke and, as seriously as possible, say, “You’d better hope and pray he’s not ‘taking care’ of her.”

Pulling on my last article of clothing, I head for the door, and as I reach the knob hear, “Thanks for the ride.”

I cringe at his words, but hold my head up as I open the door and quickly walk out. I fly down the stairs and begin to look for Mac. My heart starts to beat a million miles a minute. My concern for her is definitely not something I expect to feel. The place is still packed, so trying to find a short Mac is not an easy task. I bump into people, trying to get to the place where I left her. My urgency accelerates when I get to the exact spot I last saw her, and she’s not there. I walk over to the alcohol table just to see if, by chance, she’s there. Nope, no luck, but I finally spot Sean talking to a girl and hurry over to him.

“Where’s Mac, and what did you do with her?” I ask, raising my voice.

Sean looks at me as if I’ve grown two heads and spits out. “She went home, and I didn’t do shit to her!”

I don’t care if he’s pissed at my accusation. In fact, I couldn’t really give a fuck less. “You let her walk home, alone, in the dark?”

“I’m not her dad. She’s a big girl.” The girl he’s with stares daggers at me; looking pretty perturbed I interrupted their conversation.

“Well, why did she leave already, then?”

He leans into me; close enough so only I can hear, “I picked the wrong girl, apparently.”

Okay, so if I was a normal girl, this statement would bother me, but I’m past the point of caring. I don’t care what anyone thinks of me. Although, this is probably not a good start to building a new reputation for myself.

I let his comment roll off and, turning to the girl on his arm, say, “You’ve picked a winner here, so unless you’re planning on putting out tonight, he’s not interested.”

Sean looks at me, severely pissed, and I can’t help the smirk from emerging. I turn to leave and hear, “Bitch,” escape his mouth.

I quickly turn back, “Oh yeah, you have no idea.”

I leave him and his new conquest standing there. I don’t have time for this shit, and begin to make my way out of the crowded house and finally out to the street. I quickly make the short walk back to my apartment, pull my key out and open the door. A lamp is on in the living room area, telling me she’s made it home safely. I make my way to her door and tap on it gently, hoping she’s still up. When she doesn’t answer, I quietly open it just a fraction and look in. Mac’s sound asleep in her bed. I close her door and walk into my room. I let the breath out I’ve been holding and start to undress.

It doesn’t escape me that I’m not used to caring, or worrying about someone else. It actually floors me, and I feel like such an ass for leaving her.

Throwing on a tee shirt, I climb into bed, still feeling a slight high from the night and finally give in to sleep.