by Claire Adams
Eventually, I was so annoyed with my friends and so tired of the whole party that I wandered away; the music was finally starting to die down a bit—I thought I saw one of the members of the frat talking to the campus police, which would have explained it. It was already one in the morning, but there were plenty of people still going at it, dancing like crazy and making out. I wandered around until I found a loveseat that no one was using; I checked to make sure it wasn’t soaking wet or covered in puke before I sat down—miraculously it seemed actually to be relatively clean. I doubt it would pass a black light inspection, but at least it’s something. My feet were killing me, and when I sat down I finally started to feel relief.
My head was throbbing. I’d let Kelly and the others talk me into two more shots before I grabbed a bottle of water, knowing that if I had anything more to drink I’d be absolutely drunk—and I’d probably throw up, just from how cheap the booze was. “You’re never going to get a tolerance like that!” Giselle had told me, trying to convince me to take another shot, or at least have a beer. I laughed and said that if I didn’t have a tolerance, I’d always be a cheap date—at least I’d have that going for me.
I watched the people starting to leave; they were mostly heading for the front door, but more than a few went up to the bedrooms, and I had a good idea of just what they were about to do. The girls were nowhere in sight, but I thought they’d probably find some guy or another to go back with, leaving me alone—at the rate they were going, they might end up passed out on the floor instead in a few hours. My head was still throbbing, but the water seemed to be helping a little. I was more irritated by the fact that I’d obviously wanted to go home…but no one was ready to walk with me. I didn’t want to have to wait for my friends, but I also didn’t want to have to risk walking alone, or not knowing whether they would be okay.
I was lost in my own thoughts, getting more and more irritated, when I saw someone approach the loveseat in the corner of my eye. The seat shifted underneath me, and I realized that someone—in my blurry peripheral vision it looked like a guy—had sat down without even asking if I was okay with it. My irritation flared up, and I turned to give him a piece of my mind.
But the moment I turned to face the intruder, I realized who it was. I took in the sight of the guy’s hair: curly on top, buzzed close to the skull underneath. He wasn’t facing me, but I could make out his profile, and the general shape of his body. To my surprise, he wasn’t even wearing a toga—which seemed strange for the living legend of the fraternity: Devon Sealy himself—sitting next to me. My irritation evaporated immediately. I’d been trying to spot him all night, hoping I might at least be able to say hello or compliment him on his playing—something, anything. And there he was.
Devon turned and gave me a little grin. “Hey, sorry if I invaded your space,” he said, shifting to the side slightly.
“Oh, it’s okay,” I said, smiling a little. I could feel my cheeks heating up and I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or my own embarrassment. “I was just kind of…done with partying, and needed to sit down for a bit.” I showed him my shoes and he laughed.
“Yeah, those look like they’d make you tired of partying pretty fast.” He extended his hand to me. “I’m Devon.”
“Jennifer—Jenn,” I said, shaking his hand. I couldn’t believe my luck.
“I’m kind of done for the night, too,” Devon told me, his touch lingering on my skin for just a moment before he let his hand fall away. “I can’t just disappear—I’d lose my cred—but I’m kind of over everyone wanting to tell me how great I am.” I giggled.
“Well, I’m sorry to do this to you then,” I said, unable to help myself. “But I think you’re awesome. I’ve seen you play; you could give LeBron a run for his money.” Devon laughed.
“Now are you saying that because you know basketball and really think I’m that good, or because LeBron is the only name you know?” I shook my head.
“My dad brought me up on basketball. I’ve been rooting for his team—the Celtics—since I was about five.”
“Okay then, who do you like on the Celtics?”
“Quizzing me? Really? Okay.” I licked my lips. “I have to be all about Isaiah Thomas, I mean he’s a great point guard and he’s done great in assists. But my personal favorite player is Jae Crowder. “
“You know your stuff!” Devon seemed really pleased; within moments, we were talking about the game, ragging each other about our favorite teams. We started talking about the season and Devon’s stats so far, and I was on cloud nine. I barely even noticed at first as he moved a little closer to me on the loveseat, but when I did I was far from upset about it. Devon’s choice to come and sit down with a stranger—me—had turned the party from a major annoyance to a prime opportunity, and I was not going to waste the chance to talk to the big man himself.
Devon quizzed me some more, really testing my knowledge; we talking about our favorite players, discussed dream teams made up of both current players and the best players in history. Devon asked me if I was into any other sports, and I admitted that while I’d gone to a few football games in high school, I’d never really been into any other sports. “You should totally come by to watch the games here,” Devon suggested.
“Really? A bunch of sweaty guys drinking beers and screaming at the TV?” Devon laughed.
“It’s not that bad. And anyway, I think a couple of the guys are Celtics fans; you wouldn’t be alone.”
“I could just go to the Celtics bar in town and not be alone,” I countered. Devon laughed again.
“But you just said you didn’t want to be surrounded by sweaty guys drinking beers and screaming at the TV.”
“That is true. I’ll probably just stick to making my roommate have a heart attack by watching the game in our dorm and screaming at the TV myself.”
After a while, we started talking about the party itself. I thought we must have been the only two people in the entire house who were even close to being sober. “Look at him, look at him,” Devon said to me, his voice low, pointing out one of the guys—not one of his frat brothers—who was obviously striking out with a woman.
“Not as bad as her,” I said, directing his attention to one of the girls, who was dancing in her sexiest movements for a guy who was basically passed out on a couch.
“I bet you anything they still end up in the same bed at the end of the night.” I giggled, imagining both of them passed out, half-dressed and with no idea of where they were.
As we talked more and more, I couldn’t help but notice how hot Devon was. I knew he was gorgeous, and I’d seen him before—it wasn’t like he was a complete and total stranger—but up close, especially with the lingering alcohol in my system, he was even better. What put it over the edge was that he was talking to me and me alone; Devon didn’t even seem interested in finding another girl to talk to, even though I saw more than a few girls hesitating near the loveseat while we chatted, trying to get his attention without being obvious about it.
“Hey,” Devon said, as we started to trail off. “Do you want something to drink? I just realized I’m thirsty.” He grinned at me.
“Sure,” I said. “My buzz is starting to wear off anyway.”
“Can’t have that! Not at a Phi Kappa party, anyway.” Devon lifted a hand in the air and waved it around, and one of his brothers staggered up to the loveseat. “Is there any more of the punch left or is it trashed already?”
“Jeremy made some a little while ago. I think there’s still some left.”
“Grab me a beer and get a cup of punch for this pretty thing here,” Devon said. I laughed as the frat brother staggered off quickly to obey.
“You run this place, don’t you?” Devon laughed, shrugging.
“I’m senior to him. It’s part of his job as a new member of the frat to listen to me.” A few minutes later, the same brother, his toga falling down around his waist, brought our drinks, and Devon thanked him, pointing out the dancing drunk g
irl and suggesting that with the other guy passed out, he could probably distract her.
Our conversation turned into flirting, and I felt myself warming up from the inside out. The second batch of punch tasted better than the first, though I still knew better than to ask what was in it while I teased Devon about his status in the frat, and he teased me about my “schoolgirl look.”
“Yeah, well, not all of us are badasses like you,” I countered. “How many tattoos do you even have?” Devon chuckled and took off his shirt, showing them off for me. The more we talked, the more into him I got; I let him pull me closer to him while we sipped our drinks, and when his hands started to wander, I didn’t stop him. I knew—without having to think about it—that if Devon suggested we go somewhere private, I’d be more than happy to go with him. In spite of the fact that I’d always sort of planned to lose my virginity to someone I was in a long-term relationship with, I had been thinking ever since college that it didn’t really matter that much; as long as it was with someone who was good in bed, why should I hesitate? I hoped that Devon would make a move.
Chapter Three
The party was beginning to wind down more and more, and I was starting to get tired again; not in the irritated way I’d been before, but since it was after two in the morning, I was ready to either go back to the dorms or otherwise curl up somewhere. I had started to lose hope that Devon was interested in me beyond just having someone to talk to; it was still nice to talk to him, and I was having a great time, but I was a little bummed that he wasn’t into me.
I found out how wrong I was, though; just when I was about to say I was going to go ahead and head back to the dorms, Devon leaned in close, brushing his lips against mine. For a moment I was too startled to react, but after just a few heartbeats, as Devon began to deepen the kiss, I found myself kissing him back, reaching out to wrap my arms around his shoulders. Devon’s tongue slid past my lips, and his hands started to roam over my body slowly, touching me everywhere. I moaned against his mouth, arching into his touches, getting hotter and hotter, more and more turned on.
Devon nibbled on my bottom lip, pulling back from the kiss for just a moment before plunging back in. I was barely even aware of the fact that we were still in a public place—I was too turned on to care. I pressed up against Devon; I could already feel my pussy starting to get wet, my body heating up as Devon’s hands trailed over me, cupping my breasts through the fabric of my clothes and moving down to my hips. “Let’s get out of here,” he suggested, breaking away from my lips just barely. “Let’s go up to my room.” He pulled back, meeting my gaze. For a second I couldn’t even understand what he’d said—my mind was foggy with alcohol and desire. But then I nodded as his words filtered through my brain.
“Yeah,” I said, smiling slightly, breathless, “Sure. Lead the way.”
Devon stood up, grabbing my hand and pulling me gently to my feet. He grinned at me as he led me to the stairs; everyone else in the room—the few people still partying—was completely oblivious, or maybe they didn’t care. My heart started beating faster in my chest as we went up the stairs; I wondered if I should tell Devon that I was a virgin, that I’d never had sex before. I’d fooled around with guys before—but I’d never “gone all the way.”
I followed Devon down the hallway, my heart beating but my body still tingling with desire. “Devon,” I said, breathless with desire coursing through me. “I—I have to tell you something.” Devon paused, his hand reaching out to one of the doorknobs.
“What’s up?” he asked, looking at me with concern in his dark eyes.
“Can…can we go in first? It’s kind of private.” Devon nodded, opening the door. He propelled me into his bedroom, closing the door behind us and pulled me into his arms quickly, kissing me again. I felt my desire flaring up, making me hot and tingly all over.
“What did you want to tell me?” Devon asked, barely breaking away from my lips.
“It’s…mmm, it’s not important,” I said, shaking my head and smiling at him. Devon wrapped his arms around me and kissed me again, his hands trailing over my body slowly. I pressed my body against his, and I could feel the hard ridge of his cock as I squirmed and writhed against him.
Devon broke away from my lips and began to kiss along my neck, his hands sliding along my waist, around to my back, seeking the zipper on my dress. I tugged at the hem of his tee shirt, pulling it up along his abdomen, past his ribs; Devon barely pulled away from my neck while I got the fabric over his head. I felt the zipper sliding down along my back, felt my dress loosen, and shivered with anticipation as Devon slid the straps down over my shoulders, tugging at my skirt to pull it down over my hips.
In what seemed like seconds, I was in nothing more than a bra and panties, my shoes and the rest of my clothes on the floor; I fumbled at the fly of Devon’s jeans, my hands clumsy as he brought his lips back up to mine. I moaned against Devon’s lips as he cupped my breasts in his hands, squeezing them through the fabric of my bra; my nipples hardened into tight little nubs, straining to his touch, and somehow—without knowing how—I managed to get Devon’s jeans down over his hips.
Devon lifted me up onto his bed, pressing me onto my back; I realized, irrelevantly, that his bed was actually made, instead of the mess that I would have expected, and broke away from Devon’s lips, laughing breathlessly. “What’s up?” Devon asked, half-smiling in confusion.
“You make your bed,” I explained, shaking my head in amused confusion. Devon chuckled, kicking his jeans the rest of the way down his legs. I bit my bottom lip, staring at the sight of him in nothing more than his boxer-briefs; I could see the outline of his hard cock straining at the fabric. It looked to me like it was really big—and I wondered again if I should tell him that I was a virgin.
“Like what you see, Jenn?” Devon asked with a little grin, and I nodded. I did like it—I liked it a lot, in fact. He climbed onto the bed, covering my body with his and brought his lips down to mine once more. Devon’s hands wandered everywhere, touching and caressing me like he wanted to memorize every curve of my body by touch. He tugged the fabric of my bra down, exposing my breasts, and I gasped as he rolled and twisted my nipples between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
Devon rocked his hips against mine, rubbing the hard ridge of his cock against me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing him hungrily. I pushed my hips down against his, eager to feel him inside of me; suddenly any doubts I may have had about losing my virginity were absolutely gone—I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more. Devon broke away from my lips, giving me a playful nip just below my jaw before bringing my breasts up to his mouth. I cried out as he claimed each of my nipples in turn, sucking and licking, worshiping me with his lips and tongue. I squirmed and writhed underneath him, grabbing at Devon’s broad, muscled shoulders and pushing my hips down against his, rubbing myself against him. Devon switched from one breast to the other, sending crackling jolts of electricity through my body, his tongue flickering against each of my nipples until I was sure I couldn’t take it anymore.
When Devon broke away, I heard myself whimpering—needy and ready for more—and he chuckled lowly, kissing me quickly on the lips. “You’re sure you want this,” Devon murmured, not quite making it a question. His hand slid down along my body, between my legs, just barely touching my already slick pussy through the thin fabric of my panties.
I nodded. “Yes,” I said, breathless. Devon began to stroke and rubbed me more and more firmly, working his fingers along my folds. I was soaking wet—and I caught the flicker of pleased amusement in his eyes as he looked at me, somehow finding my clit by touch. I gasped and shivered as he rubbed me, twisting my hips to get better contact even as I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, more and more turned on.
I reached down, half distracted by the crackling pleasure coursing through my nerves, and wrapped my hand around Devon’s cock through his underwear; I wanted to tease him just like he was teasing m
e—but I couldn’t quite focus as I began to stroke him up and down. Devon moaned, nipping almost roughly at my shoulder. He tugged at the thin, lacy fabric of my panties, pulling it down and aside, and I let out a sound somewhere between a cry and a gasp as I felt his bare skin against mine, his fingers sliding along my inner labia before moving back up to my clit. “Fuck, Jenn, you’re so wet,” Devon murmured, dragging his lips along my neck. “You have no idea how hot that is.” I chuckled, low and breathless, squirming to his touch.
I slid my hand underneath the waistband of Devon’s boxer-briefs, trying to keep my focus on something other than what he was doing to me. I smiled to myself as I wrapped my hand around his hot, hard cock, feeling him shudder just a little bit. I rubbed my thumb against the tip of him as I stroked him up and down, marveling a little at how big he was in my hand. Oh god, I thought in the back of my mind. He’s going to know right away, as soon as we get to the main event.
In fact, he knew before that; I felt his finger slide into me and moaned out, pushing my hips down. Devon pulled back from me slightly, wriggling his finger just a little bit and looking down at me with a little bit of concern in his dark eyes. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” he asked me, though he didn’t quite stop rubbing my clit with his thumb. For a moment, feeling his fingers rubbing me, sliding along my inner walls, I couldn’t speak—it felt too good. “Jenn?” I smiled nervously.
“Y-yes, I am,” I admitted, hesitating a little bit in the midst of stroking him. “Is—is that okay? I mean…” Devon chuckled, kissing me on the lips.
“It just means I have to be twice as good as usual,” he said with a growl, moving his finger in and out of me slowly. “Set the bar really high.” I laughed in spite of how nervous I felt, my breath catching in my throat as Devon slid a second finger inside of me. I whimpered, my hips moving automatically, my whole body tingling with hot and cold waves of pleasure. “And you have to tell me if you need me to slow down, okay Jenn?” Devon’s breathless voice was low and almost worried in my ear.
