I willed myself to keep my erection down even though her skillful hands were expertly rubbing me now.

“Sorry Kayla, some other time.”

I glanced down to see the look of disappointment on her face.

“Okay. Why don’t you give me a call when you’re ready to have some fun?”

She gave me one final squeeze through my jeans before walking away.

Jesus, I need a cold shower.

Instead, I walked into the kitchen to grab myself a drink. I glanced at the keg sitting on the ground.

Gross.

“Hi,” another familiar voice said walking into the room.

This time, it was the one I had been waiting for.

When I turned toward the doorway though, I almost didn’t recognize the Samantha Flemming that stood in front of me.

She wore her hair down, and it was just as long as I imagined. It was straight and shiny and beautiful.

She lost the glasses and had a little eye make up on that accentuated her big green eyes. Her tiny pink lips even had a bit of lip gloss on them.

Instead of the normal baggy t-shirt and jeans, she wore a form-fitting, low-cut white sweater. The tops of her breasts stuck out the top of the shirt, and I sucked in a breath as she leaned over the counter reaching for a cup.

Her jeans were sitting quite nicely at the top of her hips and showed off every curve.

I could only describe it as that scene in the movies where the dorky librarian takes her glasses off and her hair down and suddenly becomes a goddess.

Was this really the same girl? I had just asked her here as a friend, but damn, she was making my mouth water.

“Hey, glad you could make it.” I managed to get out.

“Well, maybe you were right. Sitting around the house probably wasn’t the best idea. Tonight, I want to get drunk.” She said with a wink. “Please tell me you have something other than disgusting keg beer.”

“Uh yeah,” I said. Her words took me by surprise. “Yeah, I’ve got pretty much everything. What’s your poison? Wine? Something fruity?”

“Whiskey.”

I laughed. “Really?”

“Really. Beer’s good, but after the day I’ve had, it’s just not going to cut it.”

Damn, this woman is something else.

“Okay, whiskey it is. Follow me.”

Chapter 3 – Sam

Tyler took me by the hand to lead me into a different part of his large house. The slightest touch sent electricity through every inch of me.

I couldn’t help but take in the gorgeous house we were walking through. I was amazed that this was where a college student lived. Hell, my whole house back home could have fit into this one about five times.

It wasn’t a mansion or anything, but it definitely seemed too large for one person.

We walked out of the kitchen and past what looked like a family room of some sort and into a large study.