Page 33 of Without Bound
“Girl, yes! You have to wear that. Your waist looks tiny and it makes your boobs look even bigger. Ugh. So jealous.”
Keyara goes back to looking at her reflection and playing with her hair, debating on whether she should tie it up or leave it down.
“Keyara, what are you talking about? You have a fabulous ass, long legs –those of which I am lacking– and your skin is freaking flawless. Please. Let’s just agree that we both look amazing and should definitely score tonight.” I walk up next to her, squeezing into the view of the mirror and bump her hip with mine.
A small smile brightens her face and she throws her arm around me and kisses the top of my head. “I love you Houston bestie.”
“Excuse me? Just Houston bestie? Ruuude!” I joke and poke her in the side.
My phone dings with a text and look at the screen to find a message from our friends. “Come on. Mindy and Alyx are waiting for us downstairs.”
I slip my feet into my shoes and grab my small purse.
“Fake?” Keyara asks, doing a last check.
“Got it.”
“Perfume?”
“On.”
“Condoms?”
I arch my brow at her then open my purse wide. She peeks in to see the strip that I always carry but have no intention of using them with anyone.
“Good girl. Let’s go.”
We flip off the lights and shut the door, tugging on it to make sure it’s locked. We hit the bottom floor of our dorm and see Mindy and Alyx dressed to kill and ready to party.
“Dayum. Bitch you look fabulous.” Mindy grabs my hand and places it in the crook of her arm. “You know, that one guy from the baseball team was asking about you in PoliSci. The one in the gym a few weeks ago.”
I shrug, not really caring. “Eh. He’s okay.”
Mindy skids to a stop and Alyx runs into the back of me with an oof.
“Just okay? Girl, you need your eyes checked. That boy is foine!! Maybe it was all the lust in your eyes from staring at Coach Michaels that blinded you.”
“TheuntouchableCoach Michaels,” Alyx adds, shoving my hair out of her face. “Damn, Ana. You have so much freaking hair. How do you not strangle yourself at night?”
We begin walking again to where an idling car waits at the curb. “Um, a silk bonnet. Duh.”
“Front seat. Not it,” Keyara rushes out and sticks her finger on her nose.
“Not it,” I shout, repeating the motion as does Alyx, leaving Mindy as the shotgun rider tonight.
“Ugh. You guys suck. Get in bitches.”
We open the doors and pile in, ready for whatever the night holds.
The words to one of my favorite songs plays on and on. My hands are high in the air and my eyes are closed as I let the beat take me away.
I dance with a guy I’ve seen around campus, while Mindy, Keyara and Alyx dance with each other. The night has been spent alternating between dancing with each other, with guys, and taking shots at the bar. I’ve been wise to not go as hard as I did a few weeks ago, but I’m still enjoying the night.
A hand rests on my waist and I place my arms on his shoulders, keeping them straight yet relaxed. I open my eyes to see him staring at me. He’s cute. Blonde hair, warm brown eyes and a nice smile. He’s not super tall, but he’s taller than me and that’s the important thing.
He leans closer and nuzzles his nose into my hair, the tip running just along the shell of my ear. I shiver when the soft touch tickles and a laugh works its way as the alcohol flows through my veins.
“Do you want to go back to my place?” he asks.
