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I shake my head. "Nope, no boy. Had one, but dumped his ass once I caught him in bed with my friend." I take a huge swig of my drink, as in disgust.
 
"Oh, wow. That might do it," I say. "Well you're certainly cute. I'm surprised none of the frat boys have claimed you as his own yet," I smile.
 
"You have a nice vibe about you," I say, blushing a bit more. I place my hand ontop of yours. "I like that."
 
"Well, I'm glad." I say. She seems like a nice girl, and I wonder what my play is here. "You, uh...want to go grab a drink somewhere else."
 
"I know a place," I say. I tab out and grab your hand. We walk outside and down the streets of downtown. A few moments and we walk into a dark, swanky, stylish ultra lounge inside a nice hotel, where there is a pretty good sized crowd of college kids and young professionals.
 
"It's nice," I say. "Sort of a new place." The room has booths with shelves above them so that the room, on the edges, appear to have a library motif, mixed among exposed brick and lit by dark lamps and no direct light to give it a distinct nightclub feel. I get us a couple of drinks and offer you a seat in a round booth and slide in beside you, my thighs pressed against yours. "A toast to a fun night, all night," I say, cryptically, but also very clear.
 
I blush at the contact and smile. "To a fun night all night," I echo, clinking glasses with you and taking a sip.
 
I place an arm around you. "The great thing about this place is you don't have to drive home," I nod at the elevators. "Get drunk and head right upstairs."
 
"Well," I say, "we can drink upstairs," I say. My fingers run along your shoulder where my arm drapes over your back. "Maybe lie down for a little while."
 
Having prepaid for a room, I pull a room key from my pocket and stand up, offering my hand as you climb out of the booth. "You sure?" I ask, giving this college girl a final out, if she wants it, knowing that once I am in the room with her, I intend to do unspeakable, fun things, and her daddy isn't around.
 
I take your hand and my drink in the other hand, and we walk toward the elevator. We get inside and as I hit the button for our floor, the door closes. I glance at you, saying nothing, watching you act shy and innocent. The bell rings and the elevator opens to a rather dark hallway, where we walk together to a small, nondescript hotel room. I sit on the couch in the living area and pat the seat beside me, indicating that you should sit with me. I sip my drink as you sit near, and I turn the television on, leaving the sound down, a simple distraction that doubles as the ruse for why we are here.

"You sure you want to do this?" I ask, as my fingers brush over your knee. My question is silly. I know the answer. But I want to see how virginal you play your part, and I want to know just how to play my own.
 
"Well, yes, I'm sure," I say, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I'm just nervous is all. . ."
 
I take your drink and set it aside, before leaning in to kiss you. I mingle my tongue with yours for a moment before sneaking my hand down and undoing the snap on your jeans.
 
I give a squeal of surprise and just kind of sit there, pretending to be shocked, returning your kiss hesitantly.
 
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