The first half of rush night my senior year will always be a blur but the last part I’ll never be able to forget.
It was a wild party with kegs lining the room and bowls of food overflowing on every available surface. Easy girls made their way around talking to new pledges. Rush night—for a brother it was unlike any other night of the year.
“Pledging fucking sucks,” one new recruit had the nerve to say out loud as I passed by.
I turned on my heels. “Oh yeah. Why?”
“Dick sucking,” he said matter-of-factly, obviously not having any clue who I was.
I almost spit my beer out. “Dick sucking?”
“Well, not literally.”
I held my empty cup out for him but he didn’t catch on.
Someone grabbed it except it wasn’t the cocksucker I wanted to refill it.
“I’ve been assigned as your little sister,” the cute voice said gleefully.
My eyes went right to her chest. She was wearing a see-through top that drew my attention. But I quickly reverted my attention to the poor sap who should have walked away the minute he opened his trap. He stood there opened-mouthed, now ready to fulfill his role.
She disappeared and we both watched her ass in that tight skirt. I turned to him and clapped my hand on his shoulder. “I think it’s time for you to head out.”
He swallowed before trying to respond.
I moved my hands toward my pants and made as if I was unzipping them. “Unless you’d like to,” I dipped my chin.
He shook his head looking like he might vomit.
I laughed hysterically. “Hit it and come back when you have your sexual orientation under control.”
When I turned she was staring at me. “What?”
“That’s not really a part of hazing is it?”
“Fuck, no. I was just busting his balls.” I grabbed my beer. “Thank you. . . .”
“S’belle,” she finished for me.
“I know your name,” I said and then I excused myself to talk to some other potential pledges.
She refilled my beer so many times I lost count and before I knew it the night was over and I was sending the new boys out on a scavenger hunt to find a pair of pink lace panties. The house was unusually empty. It was just her and me and a few others. By that point I was so wasted I could barely see straight. I had propped myself against the wall, leaning forward with my legs crossed at the ankles to keep my balance. I’d just called Dahl and told her not to come over, that I was headed to my room to pass out. As soon as I slid my cell in my pocket she was standing in front of me taking my cup.
“I’m good.” I put my hand out.
She batted her eyelashes and I had to laugh. I knew the other girls must have given her tips on how to behave. I found it fucking ridiculous when girls started molding themselves to what you wanted them to be, but the other guys loved it.
With slightly slurred words she asked me, “Did you have fun tonight?”
“What’s not fun about na?ve college freshmen?” My words were even more slurred than hers. I laughed. “What about you?”
“I’ve had more.”
I raised a brow. “Oh, yeah? Do tell.”
“I spent my freshman year in France and the nude beaches were always full of fun.”
My eyes may have been unfocused, but I straightened my stance as my cock swelled. Her voice was sultry, her words seductive, and her body language deliberate. My mouth quirked and I found myself responding without thinking. “When you went to the beach did you do the American thing and wear your bathing suit?”