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“Mmmm,” she said, stirring. “Do you have to go?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I gotta go.”
I got dressed and we stood in her doorway.
“What are we?” Brie asked.
I shrugged and walked away.
I was chatting up Melissa. She was a blonde with a few piercings, wearing a white blouse and jean skirt. She was in the sister house. We sipped beer as we stood to the side of the beer pong table.
“I’ve had enough of Holocaust jokes,” I said. “Anne Frankly I’m just sick of them.”
She cackled and bounced her head against my shoulder. She was very drunk.
“I wonder if I’ll be lying on that table later on,” she said looking at the beer pong table. This was about the sixth overt sex reference she’d made that night.
“I dunno,” I said. “Want to try it out?”
I had been joking when I asked it, but, as seems so often the case with me, it actually happened. First, we played spin the bottle—kissed the first time the bottle pointed at me, I felt her up the second, I fingered her and she felt my cock the third. Yup, this was in front of everybody.
We went in to a private bedroom and began undressing each other. I stood there and slid my hand over her butt and inside her from the back. She held on to my neck with her arms and moaned with each rub of my fingers, staring straight at me. She had large eyelids, and the effect of her eyes gradually squinting, revealing the lines with mascara on her eyelids and her red, parted mouth, moaning directly at my mouth had a cinematic effect. She shut her eyes and leaned her head against the ridge of my neck.
I heard a crowd chanting in unison outside.
“I think they want us to come out,” she said, looking back up and smiling.
I laughed.
“Okay,” I said. “Here goes something.”
She lay on the sticky, beer streaked pong table and I kneeled on it, pumping in and out. At first it was a matter of the half-full solo cups rattling and tipping over and the splashing sounds of beer mixing with our breathing. Then Melissa began moaning louder and all of Alpha Alpha Sig Fi chanted louder. Melissa occasionally shouted things for effect.
“Deeper!” she said. “Come on, deeper!” She pushed on my ass as she said it and I pushed myself further in, her legs stretching backwards and over my shoulders. I was wearing a condom, but it didn’t even feel like it.
I went faster and harder, my forehead bumping in to her foot occasionally, prompting laughter from everybody. I opened my eyes and looked down at her face, and she arched her head thrown back; she squinted—didn’t quite shut her eyes—emitted sounds of half laughter and half-heavy breathing as her mouth opened wider and wider about every five thrusts, and her upper body jerked back and forth with every thrust and her hair jumped around everywhere like it was electromagnetic.
Everybody chanted.
Hands grabbed me by the waist. I was yanked out of Melissa. The condom flew off my cock with the combined force of the tightness of her vagina and the hands that wanted to mangle me. I toppled backwards off the table, ass hitting the floor, and I turned around to see Brie.
She glared at me for a small moment. Small, but large enough to realize everything that both of us had been doing behind one another’s backs for the past few weeks and how we both suddenly knew.
She forgot about me. She marched up to Melissa and swiped at her. Melissa ducked away and scooted back on the table.
“Enough fun for you, bitch?” Brie yelled and slapped Melissa on the face.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Brie shouted back. “Oh my God, what the hell is this?”
“Do you know who he is? Do you have a single brain cell that know more than how to cheer for sports teams that will let you comprehend that this guy you’re fucking belongs to me?”
They proceeded to shout at each other and call each other bitches. I stood, limp-dicked, pants down, and watched. What else could I do? It was right around the part when Brent and the girl who led the sorority strode over to both girls that Brie struck Melissa on the jaw. Melissa jumped back, completely bewildered. She charged at Brie and began slapping her upside the head.
Someone in Alpha Alpha Sig Fi yelled; “Catfight!”
Everybody began chanting it. Brent and his sister-leader held back for a few moments, letting the spectators have their spectacle, before deciding to intervene again before these two females killed each other. Brent grabbed Melissa and Brie was grabbed by her sorority leader. They continued to shout at one another. Brie was clearly a much better fighter. Melissa looked roughed up, and it took one more set of hands to hold Brie back.
I went back to the bedroom where Melissa and I had been. I put on my boxers and pants. I picked my wallet up and put it in my pocket. I left the room and as I did, I met eyes with Brie, now being sat down on the couch, being lectured/soothed by a few of her soon-to-be-not-sisters. Her look was so hateful I couldn’t bear it.
I went out the front door and nobody tried stopping me. I passed John, who made elaborate naked drawings of each girl he banged. He was smoking a cigarette and looked like he’d been here for a while and just didn’t care.
“You aren’t coming back, are you, Dennis?” he said.
I looked at him.
“No,” I said. I ran off down the black, black road.
The campus police had me in a room in Stetson Hall. Jim, Stevie and Nate had left; they’d apologized for spraying the parking lot and agreed to pay a fine out of tuition. I’d also agreed, but the cops kept me around.
“Dennis,” said the cop with the large eyebrows. “There’s a very good reason why you’re here.”
He removed a picture of the Alpha Alpha Sig Fi house, taken during the day. He laid it in front of me.
“Do you recognize that house?”
“No, sir.”
“You had best tell us the truth. It is in your interest. Lying to the police is a serious crime.”
“I’ve never seen it before in my life,” I said.
“There have been complaints about disruptions coming from this house recently. The nearest neighbors are a quarter mile away, so these are pretty loud disruptions.”
“The neighbors speculate that there’s some kind of brothel being run out of this place,” said the blonde cop. “Lots of sex stuff seems to happen.”
We were silent.
“I’m sorry officers, I don’t think I can help you with this,” I said.
They asked a few more questions. Before I left, one of the cops handed me pamphlets about sex addiction and who I could talk to on campus. I crumpled it outside and threw it in a trashcan.
The last time I saw Brie, I was walking down a hall in an empty building, having gotten out of a late, re-scheduled class. I was hungover from drinking all day and the day before that. I hadn’t gotten any in over a month. I didn’t want any.
She was alone and carrying two textbooks. She was in a rush. When she saw me, she stopped in her tracks and stared, wide eyed, like I was about to shoot her. I stopped and stared. She shook her head and went off, walking faster.
I stood in a bathroom stall, jerking off and thinking of her wide eyes. Those eyes that stared at me were the same eyes she had one particular time when she actually squirted. She sat on top of me. I brought her up and down on my cock. It was very slow, almost slow motion. I felt the condom I wore slide up and down with the motions of her pussy. She breathed deeply as though she were meditating and graduated to raspy pants after a few minutes of doing this. Her thighs squeezed against me Her knees ground against the lower part of my ribcage. She said, “Fuck.” She panted more and louder. I came and I felt a warm, wet sensation against my pubes and my lower belly.
I shot of in to the toilet paper in the bathroom. I flushed it down. I walked out of the stall and stood by a sink looking in the mirror for no reason I could quite fathom.
Fuck. -->
“Yeah,” I said. “I gotta go.”
I got dressed and we stood in her doorway.
“What are we?” Brie asked.
I shrugged and walked away.
I was chatting up Melissa. She was a blonde with a few piercings, wearing a white blouse and jean skirt. She was in the sister house. We sipped beer as we stood to the side of the beer pong table.
“I’ve had enough of Holocaust jokes,” I said. “Anne Frankly I’m just sick of them.”
She cackled and bounced her head against my shoulder. She was very drunk.
“I wonder if I’ll be lying on that table later on,” she said looking at the beer pong table. This was about the sixth overt sex reference she’d made that night.
“I dunno,” I said. “Want to try it out?”
I had been joking when I asked it, but, as seems so often the case with me, it actually happened. First, we played spin the bottle—kissed the first time the bottle pointed at me, I felt her up the second, I fingered her and she felt my cock the third. Yup, this was in front of everybody.
We went in to a private bedroom and began undressing each other. I stood there and slid my hand over her butt and inside her from the back. She held on to my neck with her arms and moaned with each rub of my fingers, staring straight at me. She had large eyelids, and the effect of her eyes gradually squinting, revealing the lines with mascara on her eyelids and her red, parted mouth, moaning directly at my mouth had a cinematic effect. She shut her eyes and leaned her head against the ridge of my neck.
I heard a crowd chanting in unison outside.
“I think they want us to come out,” she said, looking back up and smiling.
I laughed.
“Okay,” I said. “Here goes something.”
She lay on the sticky, beer streaked pong table and I kneeled on it, pumping in and out. At first it was a matter of the half-full solo cups rattling and tipping over and the splashing sounds of beer mixing with our breathing. Then Melissa began moaning louder and all of Alpha Alpha Sig Fi chanted louder. Melissa occasionally shouted things for effect.
“Deeper!” she said. “Come on, deeper!” She pushed on my ass as she said it and I pushed myself further in, her legs stretching backwards and over my shoulders. I was wearing a condom, but it didn’t even feel like it.
I went faster and harder, my forehead bumping in to her foot occasionally, prompting laughter from everybody. I opened my eyes and looked down at her face, and she arched her head thrown back; she squinted—didn’t quite shut her eyes—emitted sounds of half laughter and half-heavy breathing as her mouth opened wider and wider about every five thrusts, and her upper body jerked back and forth with every thrust and her hair jumped around everywhere like it was electromagnetic.
Everybody chanted.
Hands grabbed me by the waist. I was yanked out of Melissa. The condom flew off my cock with the combined force of the tightness of her vagina and the hands that wanted to mangle me. I toppled backwards off the table, ass hitting the floor, and I turned around to see Brie.
She glared at me for a small moment. Small, but large enough to realize everything that both of us had been doing behind one another’s backs for the past few weeks and how we both suddenly knew.
She forgot about me. She marched up to Melissa and swiped at her. Melissa ducked away and scooted back on the table.
“Enough fun for you, bitch?” Brie yelled and slapped Melissa on the face.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Brie shouted back. “Oh my God, what the hell is this?”
“Do you know who he is? Do you have a single brain cell that know more than how to cheer for sports teams that will let you comprehend that this guy you’re fucking belongs to me?”
They proceeded to shout at each other and call each other bitches. I stood, limp-dicked, pants down, and watched. What else could I do? It was right around the part when Brent and the girl who led the sorority strode over to both girls that Brie struck Melissa on the jaw. Melissa jumped back, completely bewildered. She charged at Brie and began slapping her upside the head.
Someone in Alpha Alpha Sig Fi yelled; “Catfight!”
Everybody began chanting it. Brent and his sister-leader held back for a few moments, letting the spectators have their spectacle, before deciding to intervene again before these two females killed each other. Brent grabbed Melissa and Brie was grabbed by her sorority leader. They continued to shout at one another. Brie was clearly a much better fighter. Melissa looked roughed up, and it took one more set of hands to hold Brie back.
I went back to the bedroom where Melissa and I had been. I put on my boxers and pants. I picked my wallet up and put it in my pocket. I left the room and as I did, I met eyes with Brie, now being sat down on the couch, being lectured/soothed by a few of her soon-to-be-not-sisters. Her look was so hateful I couldn’t bear it.
I went out the front door and nobody tried stopping me. I passed John, who made elaborate naked drawings of each girl he banged. He was smoking a cigarette and looked like he’d been here for a while and just didn’t care.
“You aren’t coming back, are you, Dennis?” he said.
I looked at him.
“No,” I said. I ran off down the black, black road.
The campus police had me in a room in Stetson Hall. Jim, Stevie and Nate had left; they’d apologized for spraying the parking lot and agreed to pay a fine out of tuition. I’d also agreed, but the cops kept me around.
“Dennis,” said the cop with the large eyebrows. “There’s a very good reason why you’re here.”
He removed a picture of the Alpha Alpha Sig Fi house, taken during the day. He laid it in front of me.
“Do you recognize that house?”
“No, sir.”
“You had best tell us the truth. It is in your interest. Lying to the police is a serious crime.”
“I’ve never seen it before in my life,” I said.
“There have been complaints about disruptions coming from this house recently. The nearest neighbors are a quarter mile away, so these are pretty loud disruptions.”
“The neighbors speculate that there’s some kind of brothel being run out of this place,” said the blonde cop. “Lots of sex stuff seems to happen.”
We were silent.
“I’m sorry officers, I don’t think I can help you with this,” I said.
They asked a few more questions. Before I left, one of the cops handed me pamphlets about sex addiction and who I could talk to on campus. I crumpled it outside and threw it in a trashcan.
The last time I saw Brie, I was walking down a hall in an empty building, having gotten out of a late, re-scheduled class. I was hungover from drinking all day and the day before that. I hadn’t gotten any in over a month. I didn’t want any.
She was alone and carrying two textbooks. She was in a rush. When she saw me, she stopped in her tracks and stared, wide eyed, like I was about to shoot her. I stopped and stared. She shook her head and went off, walking faster.
I stood in a bathroom stall, jerking off and thinking of her wide eyes. Those eyes that stared at me were the same eyes she had one particular time when she actually squirted. She sat on top of me. I brought her up and down on my cock. It was very slow, almost slow motion. I felt the condom I wore slide up and down with the motions of her pussy. She breathed deeply as though she were meditating and graduated to raspy pants after a few minutes of doing this. Her thighs squeezed against me Her knees ground against the lower part of my ribcage. She said, “Fuck.” She panted more and louder. I came and I felt a warm, wet sensation against my pubes and my lower belly.
I shot of in to the toilet paper in the bathroom. I flushed it down. I walked out of the stall and stood by a sink looking in the mirror for no reason I could quite fathom.
Fuck. -->
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