Carter
What just happened!? I literally came outside for some fresh air, and I ended up kissing a dude for the first time and disappearing from the party for thirty minutes.
As I watch Nate walk away, I can't help but stare at his peach-shaped ass and wonder what it's like without clothes.
Why am I so horny, and what can I even do about this?
I could jerk off in Greg or Marcus's room...or I could try hooking up with a girl.
The question is: do I even want to risk the limp noodle-making another appearance?
As I walk back inside, I hear this magical voice coming from the front of the living room.
It's Nate, with a muscular frame, dirty-blond hair, and those adorable light brown eyes.
He's singing "Shape of You," and he sounds incredible.
His voice is so soothing, and I find myself unable to stop moving my body.
I'm literally dancing alone when Becky runs up to me, practically freaking out.
"Where have you been?! I want to introduce you to this guy, Michael. Isn't he so hot?" Becky announces with excitement.
"Oh, he's just so cute. We should all go upstairs for a little fun," I snort.
Becky knows I'm kidding, but does Mike? I doubt it. He looks at me, clearly confused, but introduces himself anyway.
Becky turns toward the front of the living room, and her eyes widen.
She blurts out, "Oh, who is that, and how can I get him upstairs, and why is he singing?"
I giggle and quip back, "I actually met him outside.
His name's Nate, and he seems really nice.
I haven't seen him around before tonight.
I don't think Mike will approve of Nate joining, Becky!
As for the singing, I have no idea. Maybe the football guys thought it would be funny or something. Poor Nate."
Part of me wants to tell Becky about the kiss with Nate, but I don’t. That’s a conversation for later after I figure out my shit. Right now, I’ve got a different problem to solve.
I’m honestly horny enough and probably drunk enough that I might be able to get it up for one of the random party girls. My eyes scan the room and land on Sarah, who I’ve fooled around with before. She’s always been patient when we’ve tried to have sex, which might come in handy.
I walk over to her and whisper in her ear, "Hey, want to head upstairs? I'm sure Greg won't mind us using his room for some fun." Sarah looks at me and winks, pulling me upstairs by the hand.
In the corner of my eye, I catch Nate still singing, but he's staring at me. There's a slight movement in his smile that seems to slip into a faint frown.
I don’t have time to question it. I don’t have time to overanalyze my thoughts about Nate. If I want a future in the NFL, being with a man isn’t an option. I tear my gaze away and continue upstairs with Sarah, hoping things heat up from here.