Ellen, I think to myself, you are so silly for being here. Here is a loud house party in a different part of town. The voice in my head scolds me, "Girl, you don't even like this hard rock kind of music. You should never have come here with that skanky girl from your sorority. You hardly even know her."
There I am a college junior who should know better. I'm dressed in my normal student knee-length skirt and blouse beside my sorority sister who is dressed in a tiny party dress that is short enough to almost show off her panties, that's if she is wearing any. Claire is a real piece of work. She sneaks in after curfew often and tells us girls tales of hot sex and macho men that make all of us blush. She is only a freshman but has had more experience with boys than all of us.
Lots of boys on campus ask me out. They seem to think I am pretty and I even had a photographer that was here on an assignment with Playboy magazine ask me if I wanted to pose for their College Girls edition. But of course I said no. I would simply die if folks back home ever saw me in the nude.
My goodness, how did I get here. It was a perfect storm of things. Brad, my boyfriend back in South Dakota and I had a spat on our Skype call and I was in an angry mood. Claire kept calling me a nerd and a chicken girly, girl and that got my goat even though it is totally true. When she dared me to go out with her to a party, for some strange reason I said yes. And here I am, standing against a wall with a can of Miller Lite in my hand with a nervous look on my face beside a sexy young chick in a fuck-me dress flashing big, come-here big toothy smiles at any good looking guy that looks her way. There are plenty of nice looking guys. These are a bit older than our college crowd and more street-wise. The girls are all young though and most were dressed like Claire, proud of their assets and advertising them. The music blared and a dozen couples were dancing to the heavy beat of the rock music.
Thank goodness I didn't wear one of those sexy kind of dresses. True be known, I don't even have a sexy dress like that. That is not my style. I hope the guys here get the hint that I am not 'that kind of girl'. I'm at college to get a degree and go back to South Dakota and settle down. I'm not the smartest student so I have to study a lot and that means not socializing very much. Sex hasn't been a big part of my life. My boyfriend Brad and I had sex a few times after I graduated from high school and when I went home for summer break after my freshman year, but it hasn't been the fireworks that Cosmopolitain magazine says it should be. I haven't had real sex for seven months. Brad gets so horny back home that I have to strip and flash for him on our weekly Skype call so that he can jerk off and not go crazy. I must admit that turns me on and after we disconnect, I always masturbate until I orgasm. That has proven to me that the poor sex I've had with Brad is not due to my equipment not working. But this isn't something to worry about until I get back home to South Dakota.
Oh, oh, here comes a tall hunk of a guy in his late twenties coming straight at us. His eyes are locked on Claire and hear her squeal, throw up her arms and leap into his embrace. He grabs a handful of her ass brazenly and gives her a deep kiss as she mashes her body to his.
Their bodies part and he looks down at her and says, "Hey baby, thanks for coming. I've missed you."
She looks up with a huge smile and replies, "I would never miss one of your great parties, Jack"
I think, "Yes, good name, he's a Jack type of guy." He has dark brown hair in a country and western longish cut with that trimmed three-days-growth beard that is so stylish and manly on his handsome face. He could have stepped out of a Budweiser commercial.
Jack looks down at me. I am almost five eleven but he is at least six four. "Claire, who is your gorgeous friend?"
"You are always asking me about my college friends, so I brought Carol to your party." She turns to me. "Carol, this is Jack. This is his house and his party."
Jack looks me up and down slowly like he wants to eat me. I'm sure all the girls fall in his arms. I have an overwhelming urge to put my hands in front of my crotch but successfully fight the urge. Since coming to university in the big city, I've become a bit of a feminist but right now I feel like the weaker sex beside an alpha male. My goodness, it's like he is looking through my clothes. He steps towards me and my mind panic thinking he is going to hug me and grab my ass like he did with Claire. I shot out my hand nervously as a handshake gesture. He looks down at it and breaks into a big smile and gallantly shakes my hand. I can feel callouses so I guess he doesn't have a desk job.
"Hi, Carol. Nice to meet you. Claire keeps talking about the plain looking geeks at her sorority but you are beautiful. Thanks for coming. You give his party a touch of class."
He continues to hold my hand as he looks deep into my eyes. I can feel a blush on my cheeks. "Damn it," I think, "I'm acting like a teenager. Hell I'm twenty-one."
"Why don't I get you two hot chicks a fresh beer? I'll be right back." He flashes me a big flirty smile. He has such a tight butt encased in tight jeans as he walks off. I might be a bit prudish but a girl has eyes.
Claire turns to me, "Fuck, aren't you lucky. I think he's in love with you. My god, I've been after him for months and he won't even let me give him a blow-job. He's a real catch. His daddy owns a big homebuilding company and Jack is learning the ropes." That explains the callouses on his hands and the nice house we are in. Thankfully, he's not a drug dealer or something. Anything's possible with Claire.
