[h3][center]DUSTIN[/center][/h3]

Dustin's mind wandered with his buzz, unable to truly focus. The feelings in his stomach soon faded to an odd sensation of warmth. As the woman talked in front of him, he felt more and more in this moment, and in an odd way, less like himself. He felt himself arouse. 

A sort of typical instinct took over himself, and he moved forward, putting both hands on her hips and sliding up to bare, smooth skin. His lips pressed into hers, as his eyes remained shut. 

No matter how many woman lay between the past and this moment, Dustin had never been able to fully be with another. He saw [i]her[/i] eyes in this woman. He felt [i]her[/i] skin. He tasted [i]her[/i] lips. 

Perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing, after all. It was honest with himself, and beyond not so much as remembering this woman's name, he could already tell there was another in her mind as well. Beyond what was reasonable, maybe they both just wanted a good fuck. 

Together they smelled of hash and liquor, and it was best thing Dustin smelt all night so far. Pulling back from her, Dustin took in a deep breath, and opened his eyes. For a moment they seemed a shade of porcelain blue; a shade he never wanted to see in a woman again. 

"Perhaps," he breathed, "we should get a room." 

He looked around, trying desperately to focus. Between the booze and his own libido, he wasn't sure how he even remembered that it wasn't polite to fuck in public. His hand, however, hadn't bothered to wait. His fingers began reaching around the front again, sliding slowly into her pants. Dustin prayed no one walk in. 

It wasn't the first impression he had in mind.