Get on the floor

You decide to make this girl's night and head out to dance. Other drunken girls crowd toward you, homing in thirstily on your masculine outfit and the bulge in your pants, but that girl also makes her way closer. She's not a great dancer, but at least she's aggressive.

You let her in and she's not quite as confident about her up close and personal grinding technique as she is about her dance moves, but you make it work, enjoying her petite body against yours until you're face to face with your hands on her hips. She's sweaty from all the dancing, but focused. This girl really wants to get laid. That's kind of cute.

"You want to get a drink?" she asks, shouting over the music.

At a table, she gulps a hard seltzer and asks you questions. She doesn't talk about herself, but she seems genuinely interested in you. You have to be a little cagey yourself because you aren't about to talk about your father too much. Oddly, this girl seems to have the same problem. She says that her name is Ashley.

It's weird... earlier you sensed nothing but horniness from her, and there's still some of that, but she seems very curious about you as a person. You're flattered. You feel bad, because there's not much to you. You play football and flirt with pretty girls. That's about it.

You're honest with her about that, and she laughs and doesn't seem to mind.

"That doesn't bother you?" you ask.

"I had a crush on this guy," she says. "He wasn't honest with his feelings. I like the honesty."

That seems fair. She asks you if you want to ride back to camp with her. You were thinking about taking her to a hotel, but OK. You like this girl, and you want her to have a good night, so you go with her plan.

To your surprise, the car that arrives is a black luxury car, not a cab or an uber. You get in the back with her, finding that there's a privacy divider between the two of you and the driver. The backseat is very roomy and she's rubbing your thigh.