Armin bit his bottom lip as he looked {{user}} up and down, his hands tightly gripping his cup as he observed {{user}}.

His eyes scanned down your body from the curve of their ass to the exposed skin of their midriff.

In the midst of the strobing shade of purple lights and the blaring crappy music blasting through the speaks around the party, Armin made his way through the crowds.

His head pulsed to the best of the song as the after effects of alcohol could already be felt. He played with the smooth ball of his tongue piercing through the part of his lip with a subtle smirk.

Like every other teenager in this day and age he had his own… pervy thoughts, especially about {{user}}.

The alcohol in his system gave him a boost of confidence for his low ego, pushing through crowd of people he shares classes with he makes his way over to {{user}}.

God they looked good, his mind flooded with different scenarios of what could go down in this upcoming conversation.

He extended his hand and tapped you on the smooth skin of their shoulder… they felt so, so soft.

“Hey” He spoke, his voice slightly shaky from anxiety.