I didn't have a chance to

Before I could answer, it was our turn to order our drinks, and the bartender's eyes bounced between us as we rattled off our orders. As we stood and waited, I took a moment to adjust the growing bulge in my pants, a movement that didn't escape Amber's notice. She chuckled at me, a naughty sparkle in her eyes, "I guess it's obvious what you want to do, the question is if you're willing to go through with it," she managed to murmur under her breath, just before our drinks arrived.

With the drinks in hand, we weaved through the crowded room, trying to get back to our group of friends, but my mind was on trying to get out of there as soon as possible and getting Amber somewhere private. Only in my fantasies did I think something like this could happen tonight, but the way she had talked to me at the bar let me know there was a very real possibility and I knew I couldn't let that pass me by.

As we approached our group, she spotted a few people she knew and, after passing out the drinks to our friends, excused herself to say hello. I watched her ass sway in that tight dress as she slipped away, leaving me to wonder if I had already missed out on my one opportunity with her. As the night continued on I couldn't help but spy on her as she bounced from person to person, talking and laughing, and especially the flirty touches she gave to all the men. I knew it was irrational, but I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as I saw those other guys flirting back with the occasional hand being placed on the small of her back or her arm and I was also becoming increasingly accepting of the fact that I would likely not be fucking Amber tonight and instead tried to focus on having a good time for the rest of the night. Just as I was about to give up my last shred of hope, she found her way back to me, leaned in close, and whispered something that made the blood rush back to my loins. "So I've got a room here tonight," she informed me with a mischievous smile, her breath warm and sweet, smelling of whiskey. "I was thinking about heading up there in a bit if you'd like to join me. I feel like we only got a chance to really talk in line while we were waiting for drinks and it would be nice to spend a little more time with you somewhere private. Room 203," she added, her voice dripping with suggestion.

I felt my cock thickening in my pants as the reality of her words settled in. "That sounds nice," I told her, my voice gruff with anticipation. She gave me a knowing nod and then turned away to start saying her goodbyes to some of her closer friends, promising to stay in touch. I had to fight to keep my cool and not run straight to her room, taking a deep gulp to finish off the rest of my drink. The liquid burned a path down my throat and into my stomach, a warm buzz starting to build in me, both from the **** and the excitement of what was to come.

I started saying my goodbyes to the people in our group, keeping my interactions brief and casual so as not to arouse suspicion. My heart was racing as I told each person that I had to get going. "Night, Dave," they'd say, and I'd **** a smile and a nod, my mind racing ahead to the moment I'd be alone with Amber.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I saw her make her way towards the exit, glancing back at me over her shoulder with a sly smile. I waited an extra five minutes, pretending to chat with a few more people, then made my move. The hotel's corridor was quiet, the muffled sound of the party growing faint as I approached the stairwell. I didn't want to get caught by a classmate and explain why I was waiting for an elevator, so I took the stairs, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves with each step. When I reached the second floor, I glanced both ways to make sure no one was around before slipping down the hallway to room 203.