About five minutes later, my walkman abruptly stopped playing.About five minutes later, my walkman abruptly stopped playing. Thinking my batteries had run down (again), I looked at it to see a hand wrapped around it. She had not liked the way I had brushed off the introductions with only a smile. She was standing behind me, leaning over me with one hand on the back of my chair and another resting on the table next to the keyboard. I turned around to look at her, this time not just at a glance. Because she was not hidden by the table this time, I was able to appreciate her looks. She was wearing blue jeans, a white button down shirt, and no bra. Her shirt was tucked in and tight around her breasts, and I could see her nipples underneath the thin fabric of the blouse. I also noticed a heavy jacket hanging over her chair. Catching me appreciating her breasts, she blushed again. Surprised, I asked her what was wrong. "Nothing," she told me, "I was just watching you play this game and it looks interesting. What is it?" Yeah, right. Watching someone play Civilization is about as interesting as watching paint dry. This time, however, I could smell the beer on her breath, and figured the only reason she was talking to me was because she was drunk. "The game is called Civilization, and is a boring game after a while. What are you doing, anyway?" "I was just writing the first draft on my writing paper." I could see that the conversation was dying quickly. I asked her what grade she was in and the usual small talk. I found out she is a sophomore from LA and commuted to school. There was a party she was at in Newport, and she figured that since she was here she should start on her paper. That explained the beer on her breath. Seeing that there was no point my letting her drive home drunk, and since my roomate was at home for the weekend, I asked her if she would like to spend the night in my room so she wouldn't have to drive home in the weather, drunk. |