In the end, the disciplinary committee didn’t do anything. They sent me a letter urging me to “exercise good judgment and restraint” in social settings, especially those sponsored by the sorority. It didn’t mean anything and the girls who thought I acted like a slut continued to give me the side-eye, while most of the other girls at Tri Delt didn’t care one way or the other.
Two weeks after the hearing, a girl named Lily, who lived on my floor and who I was friendly with, but didn’t really consider a friend asked me if I was going to the party Friday night at ATO. I said I really hadn’t thought about it and she told me she and her roommate were planning on going and asked if I wanted to go with.
“Sounds good,” I said brightly, wondering if she knew anything about why I’d been called in front of the committee.
When Friday night rolled around, I spent several hours getting ready and picked out what I thought would be the perfect outfit for the party – black mini with heels and a top that was demure in front but fairly open in back with the cutest little spaghetti straps over my shoulders. Just the right amount of make-up and eyeliner gave me what I thought would be a fresh, girl-next-door look with just the right amount of sexy.
I met Lily and her roommate, Emily in the foyer of the Tri Delt house and we walked the block and a half to ATO at about ten. We could already hear the music bumping as we strolled up the brick walkway to the frat house and were greeted with “welcome, ladies” as we moved past a dozen or so guys drinking beer on the front porch.
ATO parties were always loud and smoky. The boys bet on cheap booze, jammin’ music and lots of dancing to draw girls to their parties and it always seemed to work. Their frat was known to be mostly white and they heavily rushed athletes to join, so there was plenty of strapping white boys around. They were known among the sororities to have lots of eye candy among the brothers, so it was considered worthwhile to attend their parties, especially early in the semester.
The girls and I hung out for a while, chatted up some friends and generally kept an eye out for hot guys. I didn’t really see anybody I knew or was interested in for the first hour or so of the party, but when I walked around to the back of the house I spied a guy I’d seen before walking on campus, but hadn’t made the connection that he belonged to ATO. His name was Nick (I thought) and he was very tall and attractive with light brown hair and green eyes. He was over 6 feet and I remember some girl I was walking with telling me he was a scholarship athlete, although she didn’t know what sport he played. He was wearing a very nice pair of jeans that hugged a very nice ass and his thick, muscular arms bulged out of a dark blue polo shirt. I meandered through the crowd, checking him out from different angles, but we never made eye contact. Bored, I decided to make my way into other parts of the house.
In the basement was a dining hall that the guys had cleared for dancing and I watched for a while in what felt like a stifling, overheated cavern. After a few minutes, I turned for the stairs leading back to the rest of the house, pausing briefly at a small vestibule to scoop some ice into my drink.
“Here, let me get that for you…” a voice behind me said.
“Oh, that’s okay,” I said. “I just wanted some ice for my drink and I…” A large hand enveloped mine and took the ice scoop.
“What kind of host would I be if I didn’t help?” he said. I turned and even though he was backlit, I could see it was Nick. He towered over me and held my arm as he slid the ice into my yellow Solo cup.
“Oh, you live here..?” I said.
“Yeah, two years now. My name is Nick, by the way.”
“Hi, Nick,” I said, smiling up at him. “I’m Krista.”
“I thought so,” he replied. “I know I’ve seen you somewhere, but I can’t quite remember where. You’re in a sorority, right?”
“Yeah, Tri Delt.”
“That’s it,” he said. “I think I saw you at your Winter Formal last year. I went with Kim Ellison.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said. “It was at Ravenwood Country Club.”
“Right. Man, I barely remember what happened that night.”
“It got a little crazy,” I admitted.
“I definitely remember you, though. You were smokin’…you wore that white strapless gown, right?”
I laughed. “Yeah, that thing was hard to keep up on the dance floor.”
“I remember. Lots of guys were watching you dance, hopin’ for gravity to kick in.”
I blushed and he invited me back upstairs to the screened in porch on the backside of the house. We found a picnic table and sat down, making small talk about nothing in particular, just testing whether we could spend time together without getting on each other’s nerves. He leaned forward and I could tell from the look on his face and his body language he was interested, but I wasn’t so sure. I mean, yes, he was gorgeous and had an absolutely rockin’ body, but with frat boys, it took longer to determine whether he was Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now.
I wanted to kiss him, just to test the waters, but instead, I just flirted. I laughed at his jokes and played with my hair. Occasionally, he would touch my arm and he liked to put his hand on my back to feel my bare skin. We talked for a long time, occasionally interrupted by his fraternity brothers curious about me and eager to have him facilitate an introduction. As it got later, the guys who approached us appeared drunker and drunker.
He leaned over and whispered in my ear. “C’mon, I’ll show you the rest of the house.”
Without waiting for a response, he took my hand and led me back inside, through the still large crowd, down a hallway to the stairs leading up to the guys’ rooms. Now, I couldn’t pretend I had never been invited upstairs by a guy before, but I quickly looked around as we made our way up to see if we’d drawn any attention from the rest of the party-goers. I blushed as I saw several of the ATOs watching Nick and I with broad smiles. Fuck, I thought to myself, this gossip won’t take long to make its way around the house.
The long hallway upstairs was lined with people, chatting and smoking. Nick walked me down the hall to a doorway at the end, then turned and said “welcome” before leaning in to kiss me. His lips and tongue were warm and inviting and I hesitated at first, but then, kissed him back. He wasn’t aggressive with his kiss, but tender, moving his mouth over mine so that occasionally, the slight stubble of his chin would brush against me. I expected him to break off his kiss and invite me into his room, but he continued kissing, his tongue tentatively exploring the space between my lips, probing gently until my tongue met his and our mouths opened in a sensual French kiss.
I could feel his hands against my bare back and behind me, I was vaguely aware of nervous giggling. I heard a guys voice whisper loudly “what the fuck’s goin’ on here?” but Nick and I ignored him as we continued making out in plain sight of everyone down the hall.
I have no idea how long we spent kissing, but I could feel the goose bumps on my skin and I was very aware of my legs getting weaker as he finally broke away, looking into my eyes and whispering with a smile, “damn, girl!”
He opened the door to his room, grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside. Nick closed the door behind us and backed me up against the door, pressing his body against me. We kissed again, but this time his hands explored more of my body, sliding up and down my sides, caressing my breasts and squeezing my ass.
His room was small with a desk and bookshelves along one side, a couch against the opposite wall. Like lots of fraternities, Nick used his room for studying and partying, but slept across the hall in a large sleeping dorm. As he pinned me against the door, I could feel a growing bulge in his jeans pressing against my belly. Part of me knew I had no idea where things were headed with Nick, but another part of me had a pretty good idea.
He pulled me to the couch and we resumed making out, but now in a horizontal position. I was on top of Nick, giving him complete access to my booty and it didn’t take him long to slide his hands up under my skirt, squeezing my ass cheeks and sliding his fingers underneath my thong.
“Mmmmm, you’re a good kisser…” I moaned softly.
“Yeah?” he whispered. “Its easy when I’m kissing such a hot little girl..”
“God, I could just kiss you all night..”
“I’ve got other places that like to be kissed, you know..” he said, smiling.
I broke off the kiss and looked into his eyes. “Other places?”
“C’mon, Krista, I didn’t mean anything by it..”
“I’m not going to fuck you, Nick,” I said, with a slightly serious tone.
“I’m not asking you to,” he said. “But, I can’t look at you without thinking about what it would feel like”
“I don’t understand.”
“Look, I’ve got good friends who are Omegas. I hang out with Marcus Wilson all the time…”
“What’s that got to do with me.”
“Marcus told me the two of you got together over at Omega a couple of weeks ago. He said you were the most amazing girl on campus, he told me you can do things that made his head spin?”
“…and you believed him?”
“Let’s just say when I saw you here tonight I wanted to find out for myself.”
“And just what is it you’re hoping to find out?” I said.
Nick took my hand and placed on the front of his jeans. I could feel his erection pulsing. Even though I was slightly pissed he’d hooked up with me based on a rumor, I had to admit I was impressed by the size and thickness I felt under my hand. I would also be lying if I said I didn’t wonder if his dick was as hot as the rest of him. But, still…
“C’mon, Krista,” he pleaded. “Take it in your mouth, I know you’re amazing…”
I hesitated, then gently began undoing his pants. “Okay, but keep your fuckin’ mouth shut about this, got it?”
“Got it,” he said, smiling.
Slowly, I peeled back the front of his jeans, only to find his hard cock tenting in his boxers. I hooked my fingers in the front of his shorts and he lifted his hips to accommodate me. I pulled his jeans and boxers down over his hips in one motion and his cock bounced free.
I’ll freely admit I’ve seen enough guys’ dicks to believe that 99% of them are just plain weird looking. But, Nick’s cock was actually very nice. In fact, it was almost beautiful. Long and thick with a smooth, round glans at the tip. I wrapped my hand around it and began stroking him gently as we looked at each other.
“Damn, girl,” he whispered. “Look how hard you got me..”
I leaned forward and started kissing his cock, occasionally tilting my head sideways to kiss up and down the shaft or brush it against the side of my cheek. I worked my way back to the tip and swirled my tongue around the head, occasionally probing the little slit on the tip with my tongue.
“God damn,” he hissed. “Fuck, babygirl, you know your way around a dick, don’t you?”
I took long licks up and down the shaft, including the underside, where I paused for a few seconds to concentrate on the frenulum, prompting him to inhale deeply and arch his back.
“Mmmmm, yeah, that’s it, Krista,” he hissed. “You’re SUCH a sweet, little cock-sucking Tri Delt. Do they teach ALL you girls how to suck cock or are you just the best?”
I opened my mouth wide and lowered it onto his dick, surrounding him with my warm, wet tongue and cheeks. Instinctively, he reached down and placed his hands on my head, not exactly pressing me down, but he entwined his fingers in my hair.
“Aw, that tastes so good, doesn’t it, Krista? Damn, girl you were made to suck my cock, weren’t you? Mmmm, I’m gonna feed you SUCH a load..”
I bobbed up and down on his cock, feeling him pushing in and out of my mouth. I could feel every vein and indentation on his shaft with my tongue and I kept my eyes focused on him, watching him react. I’ll admit I loved watching him lose control as I pleased him with my mouth, my lips and tongue bringing such a gorgeous, sexy man to the brink of ecstasy, waiting for him to erupt inside me.
I ran my hands over his taut, muscular chest and tummy as he pushed his hips forward to fuck my mouth. I could tell from the way he was talking to me that he was turned on by the idea of being with a dirty, little sorority blonde who loved giving head. I could probably tell him intimate stories about my first blowjob as a high school sophomore and all the boys I’d sucked through graduation to college and it would be a major turn-on for him.
It was a familiar feeling for me, the desire to totally rock his world by taking his cock in my mouth. I guessed he’d probably been with girls in the past who were totally repulsed by the idea of sucking him, but I wanted him to know that wasn’t me. I loved the feeling of his hard, pulsing dick sliding in and out of my mouth, the musty scent of his crotch and the clenching of his firm, beautiful ass as he strained for the release of his orgasm.
“Such a good, little girl,” he said. “Such a sweet, little cock sucker.”
I looked up at him. The eye contact between us was almost as hot as the blowjob itself.
“You want my cum, baby?” he teased. “You want me to fill your mouth with my baby juice?”
I looked at him and without ever removing his cock from my mouth, gave my assent. Then, I did something I’ve never done with a guy before. I winked.
“Oooh, you’re such a slutty little girl,” he whispered. “I bet you’ve sucked SO many cocks before, haven’t you? Mmmm, you like it when boys put their dicks in your mouth ‘cause you know you’re gonna give them the best blowjob they’ve ever had. That’s ‘cause you KNOW you’re soooo good.”
His breathing started getting faster and his hands pressed my head against him more firmly, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. He was grimacing when he looked at me. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been fellating him but I was a little surprised he’d been able to hold out for this long. Still, I knew I was close to pushing him over the edge.
“Awwww, FUCK!” he gasped.
I felt his body stiffen and the first spurts of hot, salty cum shot into my mouth. He paused for a second or two, then more of his liquid spilled into my mouth and I held the mixture of semen and saliva in my cheeks, in case he wanted to see it before I swallowed. Most of the time I just let a guy’s load just slide down my throat, but, I thought, if he likes it when I’m slutty, why not be a slut?
I have to admit I wondered if his dick would ever stop spurting. His output was impressive from my experience and the thought crossed my mind that any girl who fucked Nick without birth control would be seriously rolling the dice. That much cum was made to make babies and Nick was going to be a serious baby maker.
His cum was warm and thick with a salty, bitter taste to it, but not completely alien to me. Many of my sorority sisters would wrinkle up their noses and make gagging noises at the idea of letting a guy cum in their mouths, but I’d gotten used to it. It wasn’t that I liked it as much as I’d learned to tolerate it. It was the price I paid for getting my guy off and that was the goal. I felt good about turning him on and bringing him to orgasm and I knew I was probably better at it than those other stuck up bitches he’d probably dated in the past.
I could feel his cock start to lose its hardness just slightly as it pumped its cum into my mouth. I looked up to see Nick with his eyes closed, his face flushed red. He looked down at me as he slowly withdrew his cock from my mouth.
“Fuck, Krista!” he said. I just smiled. “Did you swallow it?” he asked. I shook my head.
“Lemme see,” he asked.
I open my mouth slightly as a small stream of fluid dribbled from the corner of my mouth, down my chin. I reactively brought my hand to my mouth and wiped it up with my finger.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he said. “Now, swallow it.”
I tilted my head back and let his semen slide down my throat. I don’t know why but giving blowjobs always made my mouth dry and I reached for my yellow Solo cup, taking a long drink to clear my palate.
“Damn,” he said. “Where’d you learn to give head like that?”
I smiled. “I started early.”
“Yeah? How old?”
“I don’t know, I guess it was, like sophomore year of high school, so probably about 16 or 17.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, when boys started asking me out, we’d go parking and they’d want to get in my pants. I learned that I could give them a blowjob and send them home happy and not have to worry about giving them pussy. I think word got around school because every guy who asked me out started wanting me to suck their dicks.”
“And you did?”
“Not every guy. Just the cute ones.”
Nick leaned back on the couch and I slid up against him, snuggling my head against his bare chest. His lay against his thigh, not hard, but not exactly soft either, still glistening from my saliva. I reached out my hand and gently touched it, smiling as he shivered from my caress.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“Y’know, I shouldn’t have mentioned Marcus told me you and him hooked up. That was kind of a shitty thing to say.”
“You were horny. Guys say things when they’re horny.
“I just want you to know I wouldn’t say anything to anybody about you and me.”
“Yeah, well, I’m guessing when I leave your room people are going to jump to their own conclusions.”
“I just want you to know I was telling the truth when I said you’re really amazing at oral, I mean, Krista, holy shit!”
We kissed. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, sweetie.”
“I want to see you again. Is that okay?”
“You mean you want to hook up again? Or go on an actual date?”
“An actual date.”
“That would be nice. I’d like that.”
“Of course, I wouldn’t say ‘no’ if you really, really wanted to …uh, you know…”
“God, you’re such a shit.”
He laughed. “No, no, I’m just saying, maybe I could…um…return the favor?”
I kissed him again. “Now, THAT would be a refreshing change.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/e3xr50/return_to_my_party_ways