Aaron and his companion went on a casual outing to a nice bar, where they danced and drank—though only she indulged heavily, while Aaron remained sober enough to drive them home. When they got in the car, trouble started immediately. Her skirt began hiking up her thighs, and her drunk logic convinced her she needed something from the back seat, giving him an unobstructed view of her lacy panties and a whiff of her arousal.

She settled back into the passenger seat, rambling incoherently about nothing in particular until she randomly mentioned his 'UNC status.' That comment caught his attention instantly. He glanced at her, a dangerous spark in his eyes. "Oh, I'll show you UNC status when we get to the house," he promised, his voice low and promising.

He pressed harder on the gas pedal, the car accelerating toward his house. Once they arrived, he carried her inside, fumbling with his keys in his urgency. Before she knew it, he was kissing her hungrily, his hands roaming over her body as if he couldn't get enough. The anticipation built with every touch, every kiss, as he led her further into the house.