It had been a little over a couple fo weeks since Claire last managed to see Adam in person. They were both busy, but that didn’t mean that they had never exchanged flirty texts inbetween. Or the few late night sexts that she instigated and often lead to her wanting more, but finished herself off. Ever since their coupling she couldn’t get him out of her head, nor did she want to. He was a sweet guy, intellectual, very handsome. If she was honest it seemed like a slow crush had started to creep up on her. It left her feeling that maybe, something more could happen if she worked up the courage to do so. The blonde had just recently heard on campus about a frat party this weekend. Thinking that he might be there she had agree to go. With a deep sigh she moved to her wall length mirror, dressed casually in dark jeans that accentuated her pert rear, simple with tee and biker jacket, much like she wore when they first meet. Girl, you know you fine floated through her mind as she patted down her flat stomach. She studied the time, “now or never” she mumbled as she picked up her purse, keys and left locking the door behind her. Five minutes later she found herself being greeted by an already drunken guy who offered her a red solo cup. She smiled politely and entered taking everything in. The music blaring and bodies dancing, her eyes wandered trying to hope to catch him. It took her another fifteen minutes to find him, a few conversations had distracted her along the way. With an eager smile she kissed his cheek without a thought, “Hey. Glad to see you here,” she beamed as her eyes sparkled with mischief, hopeful of what the night would become.