His blue eyes. His blond-brown hair. His light dusting of freckles. His smile. Oh, baby -- his smile, with that perfect row of teeth. I could have just stayed there -- down in a puddle of spilled, sticky vodka cooler -- all night long, as long as I could just stare up at that.

It was going to get a lot better than that.

Dale reached out a free hand, which I had to resist kissing (Jeez -- am I this far drunk already?!). Instead, I took hold of it and let him guide me up. Slipping, in the process. His other hand swung out to grab me around the waist, and we both danced about the wet floor for a couple seconds before catching ourselves good.

When the room stopped spinning, I found Dale’s face only inches from mine, and our arms around one another. I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. It just wasn’t possible that this was happening right now. Dale grinned back, which almost made me come on the spot.

Which is when I became aware of the raging boner in my pants.

“Oops. Sorry, I --” I pushed back from him, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks. Dale’s eyebrows shot up.

“Shit, dude -- does that ever go down?” I barked off a laugh, trying to covertly adjust my junk. There was nothing covert going on down there, though.

“Thanks for. You know, for picking me up.” I look around me quickly, trying to breathe normally. “I should find my friends.”

“Yeah, they left, dude.” There was a moment of silence between us.

“So --” I began, even as he said,

“You wanna find a room?”

“Find a room?” Oh my God.

“Yeah, a room.” He grabbed me by the elbow and steered me through the kitchen to a staircase. His hand slid down my arm, linking his fingers through mine, as he took the steps two at a time. Is this happening? I thought, scrambling to keep up, feeling an electric sizzle where our palms touched. Is this really happening?!

We reached the second floor, and Dale poked his head in the first closed door. “Nope,” he said with a goofy grin, “that one’s occupied.” It was the same with the next few rooms. This sorority house was being well-used tonight. The fourth room we tried was empty, and we tumbled inside, shutting the door behind us.

This room’s light was off, but a streetlight shone in through the window brightly enough for us to see. With the door closed, the sounds of the party below grew muted.

There were three desks lined up along one wall, a bunk bed along another, and a single bed along the third. Dale went to the single bed, plopping down on the edge of the mattress. I crossed the room and leaned my butt against one of the desks. A couple seconds passed. Dale cocked his head.

“Come sit down.”

“Over there?”

“Yeah. Right here.” He patted a spot on the mattress next to him. He smiled, his teeth shining in the streetlamp light. It was contagious -- I felt myself grin from ear to ear. I could barely contain the butterflies in my stomach.

“Okay,” My voice cracked. I pushed off from the desk and approached the bed. “Right there,” I confirmed, pointing down beside him. He nodded. I sat down. I looked at the far wall, feeling the heat of him beside me.

“You’re cute.” I caught his scent too, now. A bit too much Axe, but underneath, a male muskiness. Oh, and my erection was back, throbbing away down there. At the same time, my hands were shaking. Dale placed one hand on top of mine; with the other, he reached up and turned my head toward him. “You into kissing?”

“Oh yeah,” I breathed. Then paused. “Why’d you ask that?”

“Some guys aren’t. They just wanna go for the goods.”

“Oh. I like kissing.”

“Good,” and his lips were on me. I breathed in. And melted. His arms went around me, which was a good thing. I think I would have slipped to the floor otherwise.