Of course he tries to talk to her

John spent the next 20 minutes or so looking around the party for any sight of her. He was about to give up and assume she must have left when he turned a corner while looking in the house. His cup collided as he walked straight into Tiff. The jungle juice drenched her exposed skin as well as the front of the top. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you coming around the corner.” When she looked up at him he was blown away. For a split second she looked angry but as she locked eyes with him, her features softened. She had an angelic, innocent face. Large blue eyes and puffy soft lips. “It’s…uhh…okay. Accidents happen.”

John was worried he already blew it, but couldn’t help but smile at her, “Let’s get you some paper towels to clean this up. Also I guess I need another drink, can I grab you one too?”

She smiled back at him. A beautiful, perfect smile. “Yeah…yeah that’d be nice.” He led her into the kitchen and they started talking as he grabbed her paper towels and poured her a drink. She seemed a little shy at first but started opening up more as they drank and conversed. She was a pre-med student, head of an environmental club and recently got into lifting weights. John couldn’t help but notice her incredibly wide hips and thick thighs visible even through her slightly baggy jeans. Her curves were accentuated even more by her skinny waist. Her abs were toned enough she had some definition that was visible from her crop top. Things started to get flirty as John joked about how she must make it hard for guys to focus on anything else when she’s in the gym. Initially he panicked that he went too far but was relieved when she giggled and gave him a little playful slap on the arm. At that point he figured it was a good time to figure out if she still had a boyfriend. He thought about the best way to ask her without being too forward.

“So Tiff, we’ve been talking for a little while now, I’m assuming we’re not keeping your boyfriend waiting, are we? Or…are you here trying to find a handsome guy to talk about your gym routine with?”

Tiff held back a smile as she tried to reply in the sexiest voice she could. “I can confirm it’s the ladder…and looks like I’m in luck. How about you John, anyone special? Or do you just go to parties and spill drinks on girls and hope it leads to a conversation?”

John laughed, “I’m single. And it’s probably because this is the first time that my drink spilling strategy actually seemed to work out.”

They continued like this for a while. Getting increasingly flirtier, until they eventually made their way to the makeshift dance floor in the basement of the party. As Tiff grinded her huge ass against John, the party was unfortunately winding down as they had spent most of the night talking in the kitchen. He had a lingering thought that he couldn’t get over. How could this absolutely stunning girl be into him?

John was no slouch. He was 6 feet tall, with a strong athletic build and a trimly cut beard. He lifted regularly, loved to run, and was even straight A engineering student. He’d been with some attractive woman during his college tenure so far, but there was no doubt that Tiff was a huge step up from any girl he’s ever even spoken to. As the party winded down Tiff eventually turned towards him and slipped her hand in his pocket, pulling out his phone. “As fun as this was, I’m not a sleep with a guy on the first night kind of gal. I’m going to give you my number. Maybe, you can take me on a date next weekend?”