Beth used both hands to brush her perfectly-maintained blonde hair to sit behind her ears as she danced comfortably amongst her four closest friends. The playlist blaring at this fraternity house-party was nothing close to what she would have picked. Not ideal, but also not a big deal. It was the first week of her last year in college and --after what happened in the previous school year-- she was determined to make the most of and savor every moment of this year with these friends.
Tasha, her childhood friend and the other blonde in the group, gently nudged Beth to get her to see who just wandered through the kitchen door. Christine, a slim, 5'-4" Vietnamese sophomore with silky black hair, complemented by streaks of hazel.
Faye, the loudmouth and one of two redheads, carelessly interjected, "I guess you can't have a frat party without at least one pathetic skank looking for any shred of validation." She topped off the comment with hands squeezing her breasts together, inferring that the Asian girl was compensating with a padded push-up bra under that loose-fitting white tank top.
The relatively more discreet redhead, Nikki, added, "How many times do you think she will get validated tonight?", before giggling somewhat quietly into Faye's shoulder.
A shielded disapproving look from Beth gave the two gingers the signal to tone it down a notch.
The lone male of the group, Jon, leaned towards the middle of the circle and chimed in with an intentionally low voice, "I mean... Nikki has a point. I heard Christine blew four guys at the Kappa party last weekend."
"At the same time?!" Faye blurted before getting accidentally bumped by a couple dancing next to them. She glared at the couple briefly before returning to the conversation.
Beth was somewhat uncomfortable with how the conversation escalated. A more observant group might have picked up on this by the way she shifted her weight to her dominant leg and the fact that her baby blue eyes kept veering away from the group to find out who Christine might be hanging with.
"I don't think so. I don't know. I wasn't there." Jon responded with a shrug before taking a sip from the beer can in his hand.
Nikki smirked and teasingly questioned him, "Judging by how you referred to that ho by her first name just right now, I think maybe you wanted to be there, huh?"
Beth and Tasha immediately turned to see his reaction, while Faye played into it and imitated the blowjob motion with her hand and mouth.
His answer was noticeably defensive and over-the-top. "Hey. I have standards. I wouldn't stick my cock into that dumb Asian slut. Might catch something. Who knows where that mouth has been..." The beer can was brought up to his lips for another sip before finishing his thought. "If she is lucky, maybe I'll unload onto her face."
"So, you do wish you were there," Nikki retorted before she giggled into Faye's shoulder again, which prompted Tasha to cover her eyes in disappointment and Beth to turn abruptly to retreat upstairs.
"Look what you did," Faye threw at him, as Tasha ran after Beth.
"My bad... That was a bit too far I guess..." Jon replied apologetically.
"Nah. You're okay. Don't worry about it." Nikki distractedly stated with her arms crossed and hips shifted, as she watched the Asian girl in disgust.
A sea of drunk college kids separated the group from where Christine had taken refuge. She was sitting on the living room couch, perpendicular to Hunter, a fraternity brother of the house they were in. The denim short-shorts that would have trouble covering anyone's ass allowed her silky smooth legs to freely drape over his lap, which he clearly welcomed by the grin on his face. Everytime he had something to say, he leaned into the side of that dolled-up face to whisper into her ear. Her dainty hand touched his arm each time she laughed or spoke, while her other hand waved a red cup precariously in the air.
Faye took up the same stance next to Nikki. It was as if they were keeping watch on the enemy from afar.
