Last year, at the beginning of the fall semester, I went to a house party with some friends. It was one of those parties where the energy was just right, and everyone was either dancing or deep in conversation. I had on this sheer blouse with a lacy black bralette underneath, paired with low-rise jeans that showed just the right amount of skin. I noticed this guy, let's call him John, stealing glances at me throughout the night. We were both in our own groups at first, but our eyes kept meeting across the room, and I could tell he was working up the nerve to come talk to me.

After a while, I slipped away to the kitchen to grab another drink, and as I reached for the bottle, John appeared beside me, offering to pour. We started talking, the conversation flowing easily, but the air between us was thick with unspoken tension. His eyes kept drifting down to the lace peeking from my blouse, and I couldn’t help but smile at how obvious he was being. I took a sip, then leaned in closer and suggested we step outside for some fresh air. He nodded, clearly eager to get away from the crowd, and we headed out to the porch.

The moment we were alone, things heated up fast. The cool night air contrasted with the warmth between us. I teased him by playing with the hem of my blouse, pulling it just enough to reveal a little more lace, and his eyes followed every move. Without a word, he stepped closer, his hand brushing against my lower back before sliding to my waist. The touch sent a shiver through me, and when he leaned in, I didn’t stop him. Our lips met in a heated kiss, and his hands roamed my sides, fingertips slipping just under the fabric. For a moment, I let myself get lost in the feel of it, my body responding to every touch, but as his hands wandered lower, I gently pulled back with a smirk. "Maybe we should head back inside" I whispered teasingly. I could see the frustration in his eyes, but I wasn’t going to give him everything, not that night, at least. I grabbed my phone, and quickly sent him my number before slipping back into the party. It was definitely a night to remember.