Voyeur

I parked a block from the frat house, which wasn’t at all what I’d expected. It was nothing like I’d seen in the movies, with people passed out on the lawn clinging to red Solo cups and beer bongs. At least not from the front. Only a few people lingered on the patio, nodding as we walked in. No questions as to who we were or if we were invited.

The real party greeted us when we walked through the door. The music that had been a mild rumble blasted outside, practically exploding when the door opened. People hung out in groups throughout the house, holding those red solo cups that had been missing outside. Music played through the speakers and the middle of the room was a dance floor.

Olivia grabbed my hand and led me down the hallway to the kitchen. More people mingled and spilled out into the fenced-in backyard. Apparently, that was where the beer bong and passed out people resided.

“Let’s get a drink,” Olivia shouted over the music.

We each poured a shot of tequila and downed it before sucking on a lime. When we poured another, we at least waited for a little toast this time. “To finally being able to act like normal college girls. May we have fun and flirt with all the sexy boys.”

“Here, here,” I said, raising my glass to clink against hers. Lime juice dribbled down Olivia’s chin and we both laughed.

“Can’t take me anywhere.”

“Nonsense. You’re the classiest bitch I know,” I said with an exaggerated wink and a gun.

“God, I miss hanging out with you.”

I missed hanging out with Olivia too. Between two work-study programs, Voyeur, and school, my time felt like it was vanishing before I could even realize it was there.

“Well, I’m here now.” I pulled her to my side just as a voice interrupted our girl-fest reunion.

“Hey, hey, ladies.”

A few of the guys from our physics class sauntered up to us.

“Hey, boys,” Olivia said with a sly smile.

“Care to do another shot with us?” the tall one asked. I think his name was Connor.

“Sure,” Olivia said.

And it progressed from there. We had formed our own hoard of people and we talked, joked, and laughed. I did a few more shots until I noticed Olivia doing more than a few at a much faster rate than me. Besides, although we discussed an Uber, if I was sober, it would save us the cost.

I mingled on the edge of our group, Olivia’s bubbly personality claiming the guys’ attention. I didn’t mind observing. We moved our circle to the living room after Olivia claimed she needed to shake her ass on me. Who was I to deny the girl?

We put on a hell of a show, switching between jumping around and her bending over to twerk against me. After a few more songs, I stepped aside to grab a water and stand back. I watched her flit from one guy to the next but kept my eye on one that seemed to constantly be behind her making her uncomfortable with his roaming hands. When he shifted in front of her and turned his baseball cap backwards, moving his muscular arms to her butt and his head into her neck, I saw her jump and move her hands to his shoulders. He pulled back laughing and she seemed to laugh too, but I saw how uncomfortable she was. She looked like she was trying to brush him off as nicely as possible, but he wasn’t having it.

I made my way through the crowd to get to my friend. When I reached her, I tried to play it off and get her away as discreetly as possible, not wanting to cause a scene. Especially with how drunk he seemed.

“Olivia,” I whined. She turned to me with hazy eyes filled with relief. “You promised you’d dance with me.” I tugged at her arm to extract her from her partner—fuck he was big up close—but he yanked her back into him out of my grasp.

“No. We’re dancing.”

“Dude, lay off. I just want to hang out with my girl,” I say, still trying to keep calm.

“Tough shit. Go find another girl to grind on, lesbian. She doesn’t want your pussy anyway. She’d rather have this.” He crudely groped his crotch with a disgusting smile. His loud voice began to garner the attention of people around us.

Some of his friends cheered, “Yeah, bro. Nice catch for the night.”

“Sexy fuck for later.”

“Send us pics of those tits man. Or better yet, a video of them bouncing as you fuck her.”

Olivia’s tired eyes popped open, and she began to wriggle her arm free, but his grip tightened, and she winced in pain. These people were fucking pigs, and I was done with this shit.

“Let her the fuck go.”

“No need to be jealous. I’ll fuck you too.”