Free Envious by Katie Keller-Nieman Page B

“You wish.” He hit the nail on the head with that one.
    “Oh, ouch! That hurt,” he said as he grabbed me around the waist again. That seemed to be something he loved when he drank. And I loved it too.
    I sipped from my can and Eric burst out laughing. He crushed me into his chest with both arms, nearly spilling my can.
    “It’s not gonna bite, Sandra! Haha! You’re so funny!” He held me, laughing for what felt like forever. Oh my God, his body feels good against mine! “You sipped your beer…hehehe…oh!”
    Finally he let me go and I could breath again.
    “Whoa, check it out! Drinking contest! C’mon, lets go watch!”
    We did watch, until Eric got in the game. He sat down on a beanbag chair and easily took down two shots.
    “Hey, sexy girl, try this stuff. You’ll like it better than beer.” He held out the shot to me. “Gulp it.”
    I took it and reluctantly swallowed it down. I choked on it, coughing and sputtering, as it burned down my throat and trickled down my chin. I covered my face quickly to hide it, wiping the nasty liquid away.
    “You alright there?” Eric asked. “Here, come here with me. Moral support.”
    He pulled me by my wrist, bringing me out of the crowd and he held my hand by his shoulder. My fingers tingled as he stroked my hand in his. With his other hand, he drank, trying to beat the other guy. And he did it. He beat him, eventually. The other guy gave in and Eric jumped up, arms raised, declaring his victory. He crushed me into his side once again and kissed the top of my head.
    I felt smooth, like liquid. I had gotten used to my beer and finished it. Eric handed me a tall shot glass. “What a team!” he yelled over the music and noise. I gulped the liquid, like he taught me, taking it down much more easily this time.
    Everything seemed dazzling and I felt…sexy. Just like Eric called me. Sexy. I gave Eric the signal by yelling in his ears, “It’s over,” and we left the party, giggling as we stumbled together down the hall. The floor felt like it was moving beneath my feet, but I didn’t seem to care that I couldn’t walk straight. Eric wasn’t either. When we reached his room, he pulled me in without a second’s wait. His roommate sat on his bed, doing homework. He glanced up, staring at us.
    “We’ll give you quiet,” Eric told him as he pushed me back through doorway.
    He kept his arm around my waist as we made our way to my dorm room. He kept whispering nonsense in my ear and I couldn’t keep from laughing. I didn’t even care to try. Everything was so wonderful. I unlocked my room and we slipped inside. Eric shut the door behind him. I pulled the tie out of my hair, shaking my curls loose, and he wrapped both arms around my waist, lifting me off my feet with ease. He dropped me down on my bed. Our giggling softly continued as he climbed onto my mattress and lay over my body, putting barely any of his weight on me. He propped his arms on my pillow and touched his forehead and nose to mine. We both giggled in a whisper, but our giggling faded as we stared deeply into each other’s eyes. And our staring turned to kissing.
    It felt so natural, kissing Eric. His lips were tender, his touch melting and invigorating all at once. His hands found my face and held it as he deepened the kiss. His tongue flicked across my lips and I burned with desire. He brought his body down on mine, arching with lust, moaning with want and passion. I could feel him all over me now. His warmth, his muscles, his lips. I held my arms around his waist and allowed my fingers to feel each muscle’s pull, each tug as his whole body came to life over mine. I burned, I yearned. He was all I wanted, all I needed.
    “Cassandra…” he moaned against my lips.
    Yes, it’s me. I am the one you kiss, I am the one you want and need.
    Closer, closer still. I needed to feel him, his skin. I tugged at his t-shirt and he knew what I wanted. He dragged his lips from mine and yanked his shirt off.