by Teagan Kade
I shrug. “I have been avoiding parties for a while now, but I think I will be okay. Besides, I have you now. You’ll look after me.”
“You bet your ass I will.”
*
The Sig-Phi house has the enviable position of being located right at the back of Greek Row, largely away from any neighbors and prying security eyes. It’s the perfect place for a party, which is no doubt why the Hellcats decided to set up here tonight.
We hear the party long before we come to the house itself.
I’m wearing the kind of dress I would have worn years ago, so tight and tiny I may as well be wearing a loincloth, but when we arrive at the party, I’m almost overdressed.
Asher leans down to my ear. “Don’t worry. You’re the hottest girl here by far. Want to meet the hottest guy?
I’m wondering who he’s talking about until he steps in front of me and extends his hand. “Asher Slade. I’m sure you’ve heard of me, and you are?”
I take his hand, smiling. “Willow. Willow Grant.”
“Can I get you a beer, Willow-Willow Grant?”
I stifle a giggle and nod. “Sure.”
I watch Asher weave his way through the crowd. A couple of the Hellcats have shown up to the party sans shirts, their cut chests featuring various slogans and pictures applied with marker—at least I hope that’s what it is. It all starts to come back—the ever-prevalent red party cups, the kegs, the girls hanging around the perimeter hoping to catch an eye, maybe an STD. It’s strange being back in this world.
Once he’s sorted me out with a beer, Asher makes the rounds and introduces me to the team. I was expecting hostility, the usual teenage boy behavior, but the other players are genuinely nice guys. I learn one of them is even in my pre-med class. How he manages to play ball and study is beyond me. The guy must be superhuman.
Like Asher.
“Brother, have you got a moment?”
We turn around together to find Leon standing there. I’m about to run off, when Leon puts his hand out. “Wait, please. I only want to apologize.”
Asher stands aside. He was expecting this.
I look to Asher. “Okay.”
“I was an asshole,” Leon starts.” It’s as simple as that, and I’m sorry I caused any kind of trouble between you guys. That wasn’t my intention.”
“You told Asher about Mr. Slimey, didn’t you?”
He nods. “I did. Sorry if I—”
“No,” I cut in. “Thanks.”
Leon smiles. “Any time.” He looks around. “Not quite as crazy as the parties we used to attend in high school, right?”
Incident aside, there were some good times.
Leon looks to Asher. “There was this one party, man, out in the sticks. This kid in our class—Casper, we used to call him—he was so wasted he fell into a poison ivy bush. The poor bastard had hives for a month, looked like a biology experiment gone wrong.”
I remember it well. I remember a great many things from high school… and many I’d rather forget.
“Sorry,” says Leon, addressing me. “I guess you don’t like to be reminded about all that.”
“It’s fine,” I say with a forced smile. “I think we’ve all moved on. You seem to be doing pretty good for yourself.”
Asher brings his hand down on Leon’s shoulder. “Best arm in the college league, I’d say.”
“You’re flattering as fuck, bro, but you’re full of shit.”
“It’s true,” Asher continues.
Leo’s eyes cut to me again, pointing to Asher. “Watch this one, okay?”
“Why do you say that?” I ask.
Leon smiles. “Because Slugger here always gets what he wants.”
Asher takes hold of me. “I think I’ve got everything I need.”
“Amen.”
Leon drifts off to the other Hellcats who are busy playing a drinking game involving an upturned log, a hammer, and nails in the corner. I hope they’re not planning a crucifixion.
I settle into Asher on a particularly saggy sofa, hand on his chest and the beer doing its work dulling my sense. “I could get used to this.”
Asher laughs, stroking my leg. “That’s the unfortunate thing. You do get used to it.”
“You never went to parties like this when you were in school?”
“Once, but that ended with my head in a toilet and my underwear wedged so far up my ass I could taste it the following morning. Childish bullshit, really.”
“Was it really that bad?”
“You don’t know the half of it, but I left that kid behind, just like I’m sure you left your inner wild child behind.”
I subtly shift my hand to his crotch. “I didn’t leave her all behind.”
“Well, well.”
Asher and I look up to find an extremely intoxicated Taylor pushing her way through the crowd to us, a bottle of Grey Goose in her hand.
It’s half empty.
She points to me. “You, you little slut.”
Asher stands up. “Hey, watch your language.”
“Should I add thief?”
The music cuts out, people gathering around at the fuss. I want this couch to open up and swallow me whole.
Asher tries to steer Taylor away, but she leaps back. “Get your fucking hands off me!”
He puts them up. “Easy now. You’re drunk.”
She knocks on the side of her head. “I am thinking perfectly straight, asshole, and you know what?” He doesn’t reply, so she looks around to those gathered. She points to Asher. “This guy thinks he’s all hot shit and Mr. Perfect, but he’s not. I mean, look at this pathetic waif he’s fucking. How does a girl that small even take a dick, Ashey? Tell me, because I really want to know. Does she give good head? Take it in the ass? Is that it?”
Now I stand up. “You should leave.”
I’m getting sick of saying that.
She starts for me, but Asher puts an arm out. “If you’re done, I think you should listen to the lady and get the fuck out of here before you embarrass yourself any further.”
Laughing, Taylor takes another slug of the vodka. More of it ends up on her cheerleading top than in her mouth. “The mighty Asher Slade has spoken, everyone!” she bellows. “You motherfucker. How could you?”
Asher’s shaking his head. He’s over this. “How could I what, Taylor?”
“Fucking rat on me, go to the Dean all high and mighty like that. Do you know what fucking happened? Do you have any idea?” She slaps herself in the chest and I’m certain she’s going to cry. “They came to my room. They came to my room and they searched it like I was some kind of criminal. They found the fucking exam papers, didn’t they? The ones I took from that professor I’m fucking. Unlike you, he appreciates what a fine piece of ass I am. They all do.”
All?
The other partygoers are looking around with the same look on their face, the look of pure disbelief that even Asher’s wearing now.
He steps forward. “Taylor…”
She swings the bottle. “Fuck off!”
“Taylor,” he tries again.
She looks to me, pointing the neck of the bottle at me. “I’ll fucking cut you, bitch. Try me.”
A hand grabs the bottle from behind, pulling it from her grip.
She spins. “What the f—” She stops when she sees it’s Leon. “You too, huh?”
“It’s time to go, Cameron Diaz,” he says. He takes her by the arm, leading her away. “I’ll escort you back to your room.”
She turns back to us, spitting. “See? This is a fucking gentlemen. I might just suck his dick if he’s lucky.”
Leon mouths ‘Hell no’ to us and holds her around the waist, wrangling her through the crowd. They push back like she’s a leper. No one wants to be close to that kind of crazy.
“Thanks,” Asher calls to Leon.
“Any time,” he calls back, Taylor almost stumbling out of his grasp.
I slump back into the sofa, my heart beating hard. “You’re ri
ght. This party is getting crazy.”
Asher falls beside me. “That was something. What, I don’t know, but definitely something.”
“Do you think she’ll be okay?” I query.
Asher looks at the spot where the crowd is closing back over, the music kicking back into gear. “I sure as hell hope so, but who knows? Another beer?”
I flash him a smile. “Have you got anything stronger?”
*
I’m a little tipsy as the party works into the witching hours, though nowhere near as inebriated as Taylor was.
We’re dancing in the middle of the lounge room. I turn and grind back against Asher, a sudden wave of horniness forcing dirty ideas into my head. I can tell by the iron rod in Asher’s pants that the feeling’s mutual.
He runs his hands down my sides towards my inner thighs. Little does he know I’ve been wet for hours, desperate for his cock, his mouth.
He places his lips against my ear. “I think it’s time we left.”
I spin, throwing my arms around his neck. “Why? Got somewhere better to be?”
“How about inside you?” he whispers.
My clit pulses with need. “So take me home then.”
I give a yelp as he sweeps me off my feet, holding me in his arms. “Oh, I’m taking you alright, but we’re not going home. Not tonight.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
ASHER
I put Willow down once we’re a good distance from the party. She’s light as a feather.
The campus is quiet this time of night. Everyone has escaped the cold into various nooks and crannies around the place, warming themselves with either alcohol or the company of a fellow student. If Dean Willis knew the kind of giant sex-fest was going on in the dorms, I’m pretty sure he’d have a fucking heart attack. The tiny supermarket across the road from campus must be making a killing from condom sales alone.
Willow looks up at the Quincy Jones Memorial Library, the front of it lit by floodlights. “A bit late for studying, isn’t it?”
I take out the after-hours key all scholarship students receive, Willow included. “Who said anything about studying?”
Willow swipes the key from me. She’s quick when she wants to be. “That’s mine, I believe.”
I take her hand. “Come on. Live a little.”
I run a finger down the side of her cheek, across her lips.
She rolls her eyes. “Fine.”
We use the side door to access the building. I always thought it was quiet during the day, but at night, with no one inside? A tomb.
“Where to?” asks Willow.
“I was thinking Study Room 1B.”
She steps aside. “Lead the way.”
I pull her up the stairs to the second level. Only the auxiliary lighting is on and it’s like navigating around a submarine—a submarine full of books.
We come into the study room, my cock twitching with muscle memory.
“Take off your panties,” I tell her.
She obeys, hooking them off under her skirt and letting them fall to the floor.
I can smell her arousal, her need. “Get on the table and spread your legs.”
She’s smiling as she climbs onto the table. “This really isn’t my thing.”
I take hold of her ankles and drag her to the edge, her bare pussy perfection below. “What’s that?”
“Public sex. Breaking the rules.”
“Rules are made to be broken.”
“Said every asshole ever.”
I place my thumb on her clit and begin to stroke it. “I can leave if you want?”
Her eyes flutter closed, her mouth loose. “No, it’s okay. I think I’ll let it ride this once.”
I remove my thumb, unable to get enough of the adorable frustration on her face when her eyes snap back open.
“I thought…” she begins, soon growing quiet when I lower myself.
I drink her in, kneeling and bringing my head between her legs. She flinches when I breathe out on her slick skin, leaning back and closing her eyes once more.
I watch her chest rise and fall as I gain ground. She’s hypersensitive, wired for my touch.
I let my tongue stroke her outer lips. She tastes fucking amazing. She twitches again when I work my tongue inside her pussy, screwing it into her slick hole.
“Don’t stop,” she moans.
I lick and taste her deepest flesh, letting her grind up against my mouth, her clit rubbing against my face until I bring my tongue up to the tender button and lick it back and forth, working at it until she’s bucking on the table.
“Oh god.”
I wrap my tongue around her clit, pull it into my mouth and suck before lashing it, my tongue flicking back and forth until she’s quivering with desperation.
But not yet.
No.
I circle the edges of her pussy before dragging my tongue right down the hot center of her slit, licking her in long, maddening strokes until all she can do is say my name over and over, begging me to release her.
“I’m close,” she notes, her voice a strained whisper.
I don’t stop, moving back to her clit and running over it in soft figure-eights with the tip of my tongue.
She clutches at the edges of the table, her thighs closing around my head and her breath hitching. I place my hand on her stomach to hold her in position.
She clenches, paused, trembling on the edge before, with a final flick of my tongue, I push her over completely.
She comes hard, crying out my name, singing it.
When she’s done, aftershocks continuing to beat through her body, I stand, my face wet with her arousal. “You’re fucking delicious, you know. I could lick your pussy all day long.”
She sits up on her elbows still trying to recover her breath. She reaches forward and takes hold of my belt, pulling me towards the edge of the table. “Shall I return the favor?”
I gently push her back down. “No. I’d rather take you, right here, right now. Can you come again for me, for my cock?”
Her eyes are ink pots in the dark. “I can try.”
I press my pants and boxers down, taking hold of my thick shaft and lining up the head of my cock with her entrance.
I lift her legs over my shoulders, my fingers clenched on her hips as I sink inside her.
“Unnnhh,” she stammers, head snapping back.
Two strokes in and I’m moaning myself. Her perfect pussy wraps around my cock, clinging to it when I pull back.
She lifts her shirt and bra and I reach forward to cup a breast, the extra level of pleasure it provides turning my entire body electric.
I shift back and forth, faster, driving into her hard, the table shifting on the floor, obscenely loud in this church-like environment.
There can be no better feeling than this, I think, buried deep inside her, her pussy slick and warm, enveloping me whole.
I fill her over and over, ramming into her harder and harder. My hips move faster to compensate, pounding into her backside, balls lightly tapping against the edge of the table as I try to run deeper still.
Finally, with her nipple in my fingers, I feel it happening.
It starts with a deep groan that reverberates in my chest and runs all the way down to my cock. I tighten, hold, and explode. It triggers her second orgasm, the constant clench-and-release of her body forcing my own to pulse out inside her until I’m near delirium.
Spent, I collapse on top of her, my head on her chest, her nipples diamond hard against it. She rakes her fingers through my hair and I let my eyes close, savoring the sensation, never wanting to pull away from her.
Our fingers interlock as if to cement the thought.
I pull out and she sits up, hands on the edge of the table.
Her cheeks are burning and her eyes are glazed over in heat. Her chest bellows furiously in and out. I look down at my cock, streaked with her juices.
“You’re still hard,” she questions, a little astonished, and I a
m—rock hard, in fact. My cock stands tall and proud, throbbing for more.
She jumps down off the table and looks at my cock quizzically as it swings there in heat, twitching involuntarily.
She bends at the waist and extends her tongue, swiping a single drop of cum off the slit and locking her eyes upwards.
Maybe it’s the drink, maybe something else, but Willow the Sex Goddess has arrived.
She licks her lips, standing up. “Maybe Taylor was right. Maybe you should put it in my ass.”
The thought is too much. “Have you ever had anal before?”
“There’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” she replies, hand between her legs.
Who am I to argue with such sound logic?
She takes the initiative, pulling out a chair and taking position. She kneels upon it, pushing her ass out until her skirt slides over her back and her ass is revealed in all its splendid beauty.
I place my hands on her ass cheeks and spread them apart. Her asshole pulls open pink and smooth. I run my finger upwards and press this natural lubricant into her hole, massaging her anus with our mutual desire. She whimpers and sighs as I do so, reaching behind herself to hold her cheeks apart so I can attend to her with both hands.
I press my cock downwards between her buttocks until it sits comfortably at the hot gate of her ass.
Holy shit. This is happening.
I run my hand under her, cupping her mound and pressing my palm against her clit as her asshole relents and I start to sink inside.
If her pussy’s tight, her ass is a god-damn vice.
“God,” she moans, breathing heavily.
She grunts as another inch slides inside. My temples are beating so hard my vision’s curling up at the corners.
I instruct her to pull her ass wider apart and she complies, allowing me to run balls-deep into the fiery confines of her most private orifice.
I pull back and bury down again, driving my cock into her.
Over and over I run into her ass, feeling it loosen and stretch around my member. I rest my head against her back, taking in the smell of her hair, the flowery, vanilla undertones of her perfume tonight.
I fuck her ass brutally, balls drawing tight against her cleft as I reach a crescendo.
“Cum in my ass,” she whispers, and I do, letting out a long bellow as I eject everything I have left into her.
