First Time with the Fraternity

The one who had spit out his soda, sat suddenly forward.

And the sexual interest in Drew’s eyes went from a spark to a conflagration. “Kinky girl,” he finally said.

“Maybe,” Lexi replied, taking a deep breath. She felt the heat of embarrassment burning her skin, and a part of her wanted to crawl away and hide. She was pretty sure that if this didn’t go her way, she’d never be able to face these guys ever again. Maybe she’d have to just drop out and go to a new school. But a flash of her father fucking that bimbo in the family pool blinked behind her eyes, and she blurted out, “I really have no idea if I’m kinky or not. I’ve never even kissed a guy before. When I first got to campus, I thought I should just get it over with. Make out with the first guy I saw at a party and just let things go from there; but I think being passed around a fraternity might make the whole thing more memorable for me.”

“Jesus Christ,” said the red-head, licking his lower lip.

As if he were already possessive of her, Drew snapped, “Put your tongue back in your mouth, Gabe.”

So that was the red-head’s name. Gabe. She liked it. She also liked that Gabe breathed heavy when he said, again, “Jesus Christ.”

Of course, that made Lexi acutely aware of the little gold cross she was wearing on a chain on her neck; maybe she ought to have taken that off before making this proposition, but it was too late now. There was nothing left to do but brazen it out, so she put a hand on her hip and tried to affect the sexiest pose she could.

“You’re serious?” Drew asked, and she wished she could tell whether his tone was approving, lustful, or condemnatory. But he kept his voice so even that it might have been all three.

Last chance for Lexi to pretend it was all a joke. To laugh it off and walk away. But she glanced down to see that beneath his khaki pants, Drew was already bulging with arousal. He wanted her. And Lexi had so little experience being wanted that her blood roared past her ears. “I’m serious. I wanna kiss a guy. I wanna get felt up. I wanna have sex every way it’s possible to have sex. And I wanna do it so hard and so much that it makes up for all the years I’ve missed. Do you think you and your frat brothers can manage that?”

Drew smiled, but this time it was a feral smile, and he tugged her by the apron strings against his side. “I can manage that all by myself, sweetheart.”

He was strong and his touch electrified her. He was staking a claim. That turned her on even more. Still, something inside her understood that having sex with a guy at school wouldn’t do enough to tamp down the rage she felt inside at her father. Not just one guy—even a really hot one like Drew.

“Sorry,” Lexi said, with a sweet flutter of her eyelashes. “All of you, or none of you. That’s the deal. After all, a girl’s first time should be special.”

~~~

Tonight’s the night, Lexi thought, slipping into a polka-dotted pair of panties and matching bra. They weren’t new, but she hoped they’d be sexy enough, and in any case, she hoped she wouldn’t be wearing them for very long. Then she put on a floral skirt, a pink sweater set, a pair of strappy sandals and a string of pearls—because she wasn’t exactly sure what else to wear to a defloration.

She was so excited that the crotch of her panties was already wet by the time she hopped up onto the porch and rang the bell at the frat house. The party was already in full-swing, the big hall filled with dancing, beer, and cigarette smoke. A part of her worried that they didn’t remember she was coming, or that they’d forget the bargain, or that—

“Hey, kinky girl,” Drew said, coming up behind her and wrapping his arm around her waist. He pressed against the back of her and she was immediately reassured by the feel of his arousal. He was hard; she’d never felt a hard cock before, but feeling this one pressed into the small of her back nearly made her wilt.

“Hi,” she said, biting her lower lip.

Drew growled just behind her ear. “Why don’t you and I blow this party off and go upstairs—”

“Don’t even try stealing her for yourself, buddy,” Gabe interjected. “You drew the short straw, remember?”

The short straw? Had they drawn straws for her?

Wouldn’t that piss her father off…

It was crude and vulgar, and yet, Lexi shivered with pleasure when Gabe put his hands on her hips. For a moment, trapped between both guys in the doorway, Lexi felt nearly faint with arousal. She barely knew them, but the fact that they were game to make her fantasies come true made her want them badly. The only thing that worried her was that she wasn’t going to get what she wanted. “So…how is this going to work?”

“Eager for a virgin, aren’t you?” Drew asked, his breath warm on her nape.

Again, she wasn’t sure if Drew was pleased or not. But Gabe leered in a way that made his freckles bunch up on his nose. “Don’t worry, babe. You’re going to have a great time tonight. In fact, in the bathroom we’ve got a surprise to start you off. Open the second drawer.”

Lexi made her way past partiers with cups of beer in their hands, hoping she wasn’t just imagining the occasional sexually heated glances of fraternity brothers as she passed. Did they know who she was? Did they all want to fuck her? Just the idea of it made her crazy.

Inside the tiny bathroom, Lexi leaned against the door to catch her breath. Then she reached into the second drawer and found a little pink bullet shaped device with a note. The note said:

This

is a wireless vibrator. Put this in your panties…if you’re wearing any. Then try to guess which one of us has the remote control.

Lexi’s body pulsed with the awareness that she was holding a sex toy. More importantly, she was a sex toy. Their sex toy. And the fraternity brothers obviously intended to play with her.

The vibrator started buzzing against her clitoris the moment she tucked it into her soaking wet panties and walked out the bathroom door. Maybe it was tall and dark Drew who was doing it to her; maybe it was the grinning, ginger-haired Gabe. Maybe it was the third frat brother whose name she’d never even learned. Or maybe it was a guy she hadn’t even met.