“Hey, girls!”

It’s Drake. He’s known to be a player, and I’ve slept with him once. He was good; he knows what he’s doing. We all turn around to see what he wants.

“Sorry, guys, the party is moving to the house.”

We all look at each other confused, assuming he’s being a drunk idiot. But then he opens a black garbage bag he has in his hands and starts filling it with all of the clothes we’ve left by the pool. We scream at him to stop. But no one wants to jump out of the water and fight with him. I’m usually not confrontational at all, but I get out of the pool. I’m wearing a blue bra and matching boy shorts so it’s not so different from a bathing suit. Drake checks out my wet body from head to toe, and I see heat in his eyes. I’m going to use it against him.

“Come on, Drake, just give me the bag.” I hold my hand out to take it from him.

Everyone around us has gone quiet, waiting to see what will happen next.

“No way, baby. Why don’t you come a little closer and get it?” Drake has a sly smile on his face. He’s challenging me and it’s hard to back away from it.

I take a few more steps toward him. He’s got a sexy smile splayed across his face and a sparkle in his blue eyes. It tells me that he’s got a plan up his sleeve. “Just give back the clothes, Drake.”

“Or what?” He’s holding the garbage bag in the air only inches away from me.

It takes me a second to think of a plan. When it hits me, I hope the sisters will follow through. “If you don’t give me that bag right now, every one of those girls will get out of the water and throw you in there themselves.”

He still has a smile on his face like he doesn’t believe it’s going to happen. I see Anna in the water, whispering in their ears. She’s probably getting them on board.

“Drake, I’m going to count to three.”

I’ve got this serious tone going on despite the slick smile he’s still holding onto.

I yell, “One, two, three, charge!”

The truth is, I can’t believe it myself. About ten naked girls jump out of the pool and aim for Drake. All of the guys around us are hollering and probably very jealous of the fact that he’s being swarmed by so many naked bodies. They grab the bag away from him. Janet, one of the sisters, tosses the bag my way. Then they create a circle around him, pushing him toward the water. When he gets to the edge, he starts pleading that we should at least allow him to get undressed. Anna looks back at me, nodding. I nod back and they push him into the water, clothes and all.

The girls and I take the bag and stroll back into the house. The guys are a little too excited right now. I’m just amazed how comfortable the girls are in their own skin. I wish I could be that confident, but my scars are a constant reminder that I’m not like them.

We all dry off and get our clothes back on. It’s not such a big deal that Drake is all wet because he lives in the house so he can head upstairs and change. Seconds later, he walks into the house soaking wet, and all of the girls clap. He takes a bow and heads for his room. A few minutes later, he’s back downstairs, all dried off and wearing a tight black t-shirt that shows off his built arms, and jeans that sit low on his waist. His mid-length hair is all wet and slicked back. He walks up to me. I think he’s going to give me a piece of his mind, but he’s all turned on. I can tell by the way his eyes are devouring my body.

“Hey, Alexis, you want to grab a beer with me?” He quirks his head to the side.

I’m confused but flash him a flirty smile. It wasn’t what I was expecting him to say. “You want to grab a beer with me after I got you thrown into the pool?”

He shrugs. “Yeah, why not? I just had ten hot, naked girls surrounding me. Why would I mind? Every guy in here wants to be me right now.”

“Very funny, Drake.” I punch him in the shoulder and he caves in, acting all wounded.

He moves in closer to my ear and whispers that I was the hottest one out there anyway. His warm breath reminds me of a night we had a few months back and it was pretty hot. I follow him out to the kegs and we throw back a few beers. He starts making fun of my smart mouth, saying I’m one cocky girl. My head is spinning, and he takes me by the hand, guiding me into the house toward the dance floor. He’s very smooth. I turn around and he comes from behind, and we sway our hips in sync. I’m getting all turned on by him and he knows it.

“Do you want to head up to my room?”

I nod and he leads the way. Once we’re in his room, his lips attack mine and we land roughly on his bed. He positions himself above me but doesn’t put his full weight on me. He nibbles on my lower lip and spreads kisses down my neck. His warm breath sends a cool shiver down my body. He lifts my tank top over my head and nods, “Damn girl, you have the best rack I’ve ever seen.”

Okay I remember him being good in bed, not a hopeless romantic. He unclasps my bra and his lips linger on my breasts. My nipples harden at the expert flicks of his tongue, and I feel myself building in all the right places. With his left hand he unbuckles my jeans, while I use both my hands to unbuckle and unzip his jeans. I lower his jeans and he shrugs them off.

I run my hands along his strong chest and lift his shirt over his head so we are skin-to-skin. I like feeling the connection of another body. Why is it after so long I still can’t settle down? As quickly as the thought enters my mind, it leaves. I’m too drunk right now to really care. His hand lowers between my thighs and he doesn’t have much work to do because I’m already very wet. His thumb grazes my clit a few times and my breathing picks up.

“I need inside you, girl,” he whispers into my ear, spreading kisses along my jaw and down my neck.

I nod in return and he grabs a condom out of his jeans’ pocket. I can always depend on these frat boys being ready for spontaneous sex. He has me moaning and crying out instantly. I’m hungry for the build and my pending release. Drake circles his hips slowly, rubbing me in all the right places. My chest rises and falls and my heart speeds up, enjoying the excitement of this meaningless encounter. I moan and moan and Drake pounds and pounds. I buck my hips into his and let myself go over the edge. Drake continues pounding into me, drawing out my orgasm. After I feel him stiffen and groan into the side of my neck, I pull away from him. I don’t want the after sex spooning and even the players like to spoon for a bit. I don’t see the purpose. Our actions weren’t about love, only lust. Why make it into something it isn’t? When we’re done, I go to pick up my clothes off the floor.

“Where are you going? Don’t you want to stay the night? I have a few more tricks up my sleeve and that was damn good.” He’s practically pleading with me, and I’m taken aback because he doesn’t seem like the begging type.

I put my tank top and jeans over my still wet bra and boy shorts. “Sorry, I’ve got an early class tomorrow.”

That’s a lie. He looks a little defeated, but there isn’t much I can do.

He tries again. “‘Kay, do you want to meet up tomorrow?”

I shrug. “Maybe. We’ll see.”

He’s getting the picture now. It’s the second time I’ve slept with him, but it doesn’t mean anything. No emotion; no love. I’m simply not capable.

I walk back downstairs, looking for Anna, and spot her in the corner of the room making out with one of the brothers. I tap her on the shoulder, asking her if she’s ready to go. She needs a minute so I wait off to the side. Finally, she sidles up to me.

“Hey, Bandita, Ryan is going to cab back to our place with us.”

“Okay, so let’s head out.”

She probably wanted to spend the night with him but didn’t want me heading home on my own, so she asked him back to our place. She always worries about me like that, and I’m grateful.

We head back to the apartment, and I immediately go to my room and close the door. I hear Anna and Ryan enter her room and close their door.