Free Sex With a Stranger by K. R. Gray Page A

ass stick out, weren’t helping. Neither was the way the cold air on the way from the last club had made her nipples stand out.  
    Kaylee felt out of place, she thought, because she’d always been “the good girl” and didn’t have much experience being borderline slutty — a line she felt like she was currently toeing. Her nipples were super-visible under the tight top, and all that stood between the others in the club and a view of her crotch was perspective. If a guy squatted down beside her (say, to pick up something he’d dropped) he’d get an eyeful. She couldn’t believe some women dressed this way every day, going to work and out to eat wearing what was essentially a loin cloth. The skirt barely went halfway down her thighs. She never should have let Miranda talk her into wearing it. She could barely believe she’d packed it. She’d gotten it almost five years ago, and in that time, either she’d gotten taller or the skirt had gotten shorter.  
    And speaking of Miranda, where was she?  
    Kaylee barely knew the five other girls. They were all from her floor, and she knew them by sight, and she’d exchanged a few words with them. She could see a few of them around the bar, but she couldn’t see Miranda, and she’d made Miranda promise to stay by her. She’d only known Miranda for a month, but in college, surrounded by so much newness, a month’s relationship felt very long indeed.  
    She was annoyed at Miranda for a second, but then that pleasant dulling sensation from the drinks took over again, and she remembered that her hands and feet were just a little bit tingly and that everything was cool. Everything felt a bit more fun than she suspected it actually was.
    “You looking for your friend?” said a voice behind her.  
    She turned around and found herself face-to-face with the bartender who’d given her her most recent drink. The drink was still in her hand, untouched. She hadn’t felt brave enough to drink it. She didn’t think she was precisely drunk , but she was normally a teetotaler and currently felt drunk enough.  
    “Yeah,” said Kaylee.  
    “Well, you may be waiting a while. I saw her go upstairs with my buddy Chuck.” He made an embarrassed face. Then the look passed and he indicated the drink in Kaylee’s hand.  
    “How’s that drink?” he said.  
    Kaylee’s face felt warm. Embarrassingly, so did another part of her. The bartender was really cute; she’d noticed that when he’d handed her the drink. She’d felt the tiniest buzz when their fingers had brushed during the hand-off. Not that she usually flushed around cute guys. It must be the alcohol.  
    “I don’t know,” she said. “I haven’t tried it. Miranda made me get it, but I don’t really want to drink anymore.”  
    He chuckled. “I hear you. I don’t drink, myself.”  
    That was strange. First of all, he worked in a bar. And second, he seemed to be about her age. Didn’t they all drink?
    “I don’t normally, either. I feel a little impaired.”  
    He smiled. “I doubt you’re too impaired if you’re choosing the word ‘impaired.’”  
    “I guess not. ‘Buzzed,’ then. Everything feels… nice.”  
    “What seems nice?”  
    Good question. She was just feeling uncomfortable and annoyed at her roommate. Now she was leaning against the bar with a cute guy who seemed to not have anywhere he’d rather be, or needed to be. Maybe his shift was over.
    “I don’t know… nice night, cute guy…”  
    Oops .  
    She started to open her mouth to apologize for being forward, but he spoke first.
    “Ha. Careful; I might try to take advantage of you.”  
    She giggled. She didn’t usually giggle. Damn alcohol. Only, that wasn’t fair. She saw very clearly that the drinks in her system weren’t making her do anything she didn’t want to do. She just seemed to have lost a level of self-censorship.  
    “You want to dance?” he said.  
    “This isn’t a dance club,” she said.