Karsten and Connie

“Yeah, I’m ready”, I reply.

“Dope. Meet us outside in like five minutes. I gotta say goodbye to some people.”

Steven bolts back upstairs with childlike energy. I thought for a second he was even yelling. Hard to tell with how loud the party has gotten. By 1 am the party had grown about twice it’s size since we initially arrived. Another 90 minutes, when the bars close up, this place would be spilling out onto the lawn. I’m glad to be leaving, I think to myself as I literally walk out the front door.

Our smoking bouncer greets me with a nod as I leave. Feeling pretty buzzed and anxious about walking back and inevitably ending up alone with a girl for the first time, I ask the party guard for a cigarette. He obliges me, but informs me that it’s customary to pay a dollar for a loose cigarette.

Finishing the cigarette makes me feel slightly more relaxed. That is, until Steven emerges from the house with two girls.

“Yo, John!”, he says as he walks up with two girls. “This is Connie and this is KARsten”, he says over emphasizing giving me a hint he was wrong about her name before.

“Hey, how are you?”, I say raising my hand and waving. Connie is asian. My guess would be Japanese, but I am certainly no expert. She has straight black hair that perfectly hugs her slender face. Standing maybe an inch or two over 5 and a half feet, she doesn’t take up much space with her thin little body. Connie is sporting these black jeans that clearly outline her tight slightly curvy waist. Her low-cut blouse shows off just enough of her smallish symmetrical breast’s to see where they begin, but wonder where they end.

Karsten is wearing a pair of black leggings and grey boots. As I would later find out, the leggings were tight against her petite ass. Her choice of a g-string, allowed the black fabric to show every small uninterrupted curve of her butt. But at the moment I met her, the long stylish dress shirt she had on covered most of this up. Karsten had larger breasts, that didn’t really match the rest of her body. A fact that she tried to cover up by wearing a bra that pushed them up and forward, rather than laying naturally on her chest.

What followed was marathon of small talk and fast walking. Our 15 minute walk turned into a 10 min walk. Steven was clearly in his element as he lead the conversation and the group effortlessly back to the dorm. Both girls were pretty interested in what he was saying, as I just tagged along with the three of them. It was pretty clear, to me at least, that Steven was really only interested in Connie. I wonder if he could have gotten both girls in his bed that night, instead of what actually happened. Soon, we found ourselves back at room 255.