Three drinks later, he could tell the alcohol was starting to have an effect. She was flirting with him and giggling. He felt sure the little, blonde college girl had no idea what she was getting herself into.
But, when he pulled her close and kissed her, he knew in seconds he would be in her bed that night. She kissed him back slowly, sensually, her tongue flitting in and out of his mouth. They made out for a while and he could see others in the club watching from the corners of their eyes as he slid his hands up and down her back and gently caressed her ass. Suddenly, he broke from her embrace and took her hand, leading her to the exit. She scooped her fingers through her hair and followed behind him, blushing a deep red as people watched her being led away, smiling as they watched.
When they got to her car, he fished her keys out of her purse without asking and opened the door, allowing her to slide into the passenger seat. When he got behind the wheel he looked at her. "Where you live, girl?" he asked.
She giggled again. "My apartment's down on Rollins, near the university," she said, smiling.
He turned the key in the ignition. "Ah'm gon' take you there and fuck 'dat sweet pussy," he said, matter-of-factly. "You best start thinkin' 'bout what you gon' make for my breakfast tomorrow."
She smiled and caressed his arm. "I was hopin' you'd say that," she said. "I got a feelin' I'm not gonna make my early classes tomorrow."
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