I met Katie in my Comp. Lit. Class. She was a small, almost boyish looking redhead, lean and slender from years of athletics. We struck up a conversation over Homer and Virgil and were soon talking like old friends.
We did the usual early relationship things, coffee then dinner then a free concert on campus. We helped each other out in our class, proofing each other's papers and drilling each other on the particulars of this or that work of literature. Sexually, it went very slow and I had only just gotten under her bra on our fifth date.
It turned out that her pledge class at KKG and mine were doing a mixer at our house, and I figured this would be the perfect chance to add her to my scorebook. For those of you who are GDI's (God-Damned Independents), a mixer is generally a Greek excuse to get houses together and generally for the members to hook up with bed partners. Just what I needed!
I picked Katie up at seven and drove her to the house. All my pledge brothers were dressed in house colors, as were the girls. The downstairs party room was made available to us and the actives left us to our own devices.
The room was decorated for the occasion, dominated by a banner welcoming our "sisters" of KKG. A large bowl of Sigma Punch was prepared by one of the house officers (we weren't privy to its secret recipe yet) and the usual assortment of dips and chips and small foods sat on a table in the corner. The stereo played dance music and, since KKG was a larger house and therefore had more pledges, the odds were definitely in our favor.
I got Katie some punch and a couple of cookies and we sat on one of the couches. She grimaced with her first sip (I was later to learn that the primary ingredient of Sigma Punch was pure-grain alcohol, obtained on road trips to nearby Nevada) but soon gulped down the elixir.
A fast song came on and I asked her to dance. We shook our booties with the best of them and made occasional contact. Toward the end of the song people got out of our way as we gyrated like crazy.
After we were tired from dancing so hard we returned to the couch and another glass of punch. At this point in the evening people were starting to pair up and make out. I turned to Katie and she just nodded and smiled. I took her in my arms and got to work. Our lips met and our hands wandered. She rubbed the back of my neck and I reached under her shirt, feeling for her bra clasp. The punch had the desired effect and she didn't resist.
Other couples were starting to leave so I suggested we go someplace more private. She smiled and agreed. We took the back stairs to the bedroom level and found an empty room. After some more kissing and grouping I reached for her blouse and lifted it over her head. Her small breasts were encased in an olive green bra, which soon came off revealing small pink nipples on her firm little cones.
I took her breasts in hand and licked and sucked them, bringing little moans from Katie. She reached for my belt and soon had her hand inside my boxers, rubbing my hardening shaft. Before long she was on her knees trying to swallow all nine inches.
"Slow down a little, I don't want to cum to quickly."
