me.” I shake my head and my glasses shift. “Am I not meant to address you at all?” I step closer and laugh. “Oh, excuse me, exceptionally large, ah, hockey person.”
“Cute nickname, but a few of us would answer to that.”
“Behemoth?”
“I think that one’s been taken.” He sways.
I laugh. “Kitten?”
“I will crush you.”
“Of course. It needs to be something exceptionally masculine.” I put on my deepest voice. “Me hockey player. Like to crush people.”
Christopher laughs so hard he doubles forward. “Please. I beg you. Put that voice on when you talk dirty to Foster later.”
“Talk … dirty? I have a feeling you don’t mean hygiene.”
“Please tell me you’re joking.”
I shoot him a sly smile. “I’m inexperienced, not completely naïve. I’ll have you know I’ve amassed a sufficient porn collection—”
“Wait. Just how inexperi—”
“Topher!” I shout. “Yes, Christopher is too old and stuffy. I’ll call you … wait. What was it?”
“Topher.”
“Yes, Topher!”
“Who’s Topher?” A warm voice asks as arms snake around my waist.
I squeak—squeak? What was that?—but as soon as I register it’s Foster, my whole body relaxes, and I point at Topher. “My new friend Topher. It’s his name. The one I made up for him.”
“I like it.” Topher grins. “Shortens my name to the best part. Top. Her.”
I snort back a giggle. “That doesn’t sound enjoyable at all.”
“We’re about to find out.” Topher downs the rest of his drink and sets it on the counter.
I take advantage of his distraction and press my ass back into Foster’s crotch. He’s not hard. Disappointing. But I’m sure I can change that if the way he grips me harder is any indication.
“Hey, Foster?”
“Mm?” His lips dance over my neck, and I shiver.
I drop my head back against his shoulder and tilt my head to whisper seductively into his ear. “I’m not wearing any panties.”
Foster jerks up straight, eyes wide—not the reaction I was expecting. His lips twitch as he exchanges a look with Topher. Who’s laughing. Uncontrollably.
Was I louder than I thought?
“Did you get him drunk?” Foster demands.
Topher holds up his hands. “It was, like, two shots.”
“Four.”
He frowns. “No way.”
I laugh and sing, “Topher got me drunk.”
“No.” Foster moans and drops his forehead onto my shoulder.
“What’s the big deal?” Topher asks.
“Yeah, what’s the big …” What was it?
Foster shifts so I’m beside him and no longer pressing against his dick. It means I catch the glare he levels at his friend. “Thanks for ruining my night, asshole.”
“Ruining your …” Topher scoffs. “Oh, come on. You’re a gentleman now, are you?”
Foster flips him off before steering me away. “I think it’s time we get you home.”
“Oh really?” I aim for his neck and Foster shifts away.
“Nuh-uh. None of that, you tease.”
“Tease?”
“Yes, you little fucking tease.” We leave the house and start the walk home, Foster’s arm hugging me close against him.
“I’m confused,” I confess as we leave Greek row. “Why do I feel like, umm … sex. Is sex happening?”
He sighs. “Not tonight.”
“What?” I stop walking. “Why on earth not?”
“Because you’re drunk.”
“And?” I frown. “Would that be a problem if it was someone else?”
“Yes. Tipsy is fine, but this …” He lets go of me as if proving a point, and I stagger to the side of the footpath. Foster has to grab me again. He reels me in and presses a kiss to my temple. “We’re not in a hurry.”
He might not be. I pout. “But I really want to.”
“Do you?” he asks doubtfully. His arms wrap around my waist as he looks down at me sweetly. “Why did you drink so much, Zach?”
“I didn’t think … I didn’t realize how much it was. They were little tiny drinks, and nothing was happening, and then a lot was happening, and—”
“And now you’re drunk.”
I giggle and press my face to his chest. “Topher said they’d give me confidence.”
Foster stiffens against me. “Confidence for what?”
“To please you. To make you feel the way you made me feel earlier. To not be nervous and awkward and make a complete mess of things.”
“Zach”—he eases me back so he can look at me again—“we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“But I want to. I really, really want to. I’m not nervous about doing it. I’m nervous about making it good for you. What if I try to give you head and end up choking—”
“Then it will be insanely hot.”
“Or if I come too quickly—”
“I’ll take it as a compliment of my mad skills.”
I study his face for any signs he’s lying, but my vision won’t