Sarah had only been in college for a month when she heard about the party. She'd never been to a college party below; to be fair, she really hadn't been to a high school party. The occasional sleepover with her friends didn't seem to count. But this was going to be a real party, held at a fraternity house. She was excited - would it be like the movies?
Sarah had kept to herself in college so far, focusing on studying and her grades. Classes were definitely harder than they were in high school, so she didn't waste time with a social life. She had a roommate, of course, but she barely spoke to her. Still, she saw the flyer on the wall in the Student Center - a Friday night party to be held at Rho Lambda Gamma, with "FRESHMEN WELCOME" written in bold print across the bottom. The fraternity was inviting her, a freshman, to a party! The flyer somehow spoke to her, piqued her interest, and made her want to go more than anything.
That Friday, she found herself walking up to Rho Lambda Gamma, wearing a knee-length flowery skirt, and a chaste white button up blouse. Most unusual for her, she wore her one-inch heels - her tallest - in an effort to impress. She had even considered makeup, but the reality was she didn't own any, and wouldn't really know how to use it even if she had bought some. She looked every bit of a young naive girl out of her depth, but she felt absolutely slutty in her skirt and heels. She knocked on the door, and found an athletic man opening it. Probably an athlete from his build, she thought. "Come on in, you look perfect!" he said.
Walking in, Sarah surveyed room after room. The smaller rooms seemed to be occupied by couples, sitting on loveseats or couches. Some were drinking and talking, while others were kissing each other. The big room, however, was where most people were hanging out in assorted groups. It seemed the most socially appropriate place to be alone, and Sarah didn't have the confidence to approach anyone, so she found an empty sofa and sat on it, wondering what she should do next.
She wasn't there long before a tall slender woman in a Little Black Dress plopped heavily next to her. Before saying a word, she handed a pink fruity looking drink into Sarah's hand.
"Hi! I'm Beth! You look like you could use a drink!" Sarah nodded meekly, unsure of what to do. "What's your name?"
"I'm ... Sarah. I'm new here."
"Obviously! Go on, take a drink. It'll help." Sarah obliged, taking a sip from the glass. She had almost no experience with alcohol, but she could taste the unfamiliar tang around the fruity flavors. "You don't really look like the kind of girl that comes to parties like this one."
"Like this one?" Sarah was confused.
Beth giggled a little. "Rho Lambda Gamma parties can get a little wild. Sexually, I mean. If you stay here, you're going to see some things I doubt you've seen before." Sarah stiffened, and held her drink out away from her. "No, no, baby, don't worry, it's clean. There's just one shot of vodka in there, nothing more. In a way, the Rho parties are safe - they won't tolerate anything nonconsensual. They'll even kick anyone out, boy or girl, if they appear to be drunk. But later, when the games start... Let's just say I don't think you should stay for that part."
Sarah considered this for a bit. She'd come here to see just how wild the parties really were, hadn't she? She was eighteen, for crying out loud. She could make her own decisions. "Surely there's no harm in watching," she finally responded.
"Not in watching, no. But, I mean... You look like a virgin, for crying out loud." Sarah looked down at her drink, and Beth laughed. "Okay, so you are a virgin! There's no shame in that, honestly. But there are two things you need to know. The first is the fraternity doesn't want to get kicked off of campus, so there's really good about consent. If you say you want to leave, they'll stop and let you leave, no questions asked. Second, when they pull numbers, if they pull your number -- just say you want to leave. Trust me on this one; you're not ready for what comes after that."
Sarah was confused. Numbers? What was Beth talking about? Before she could ask for clarification, someone came by and pressed a piece of paper into her hand. She noticed Beth get one as well. Opening the paper, all it said was "36." Somehow she was surprised it wasn't sixty nine.
"What's this about, then? What's going to happen?" She looked at Beth for guidance, but before she got a response, the man who gave her the paper started shouting to get everyone's attention.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to start the games for the evening. Has everyone gotten a slip?" He paused briefly, but there was no response. "Great! For anyone who is new here, everything that happens from this point on is consensual. If you're easily offended, please leave now. If you don't like what's going on, feel free to leave at any point. If you feel like you're being pressured to do something you don't want to do, just say that you want to leave, and you can leave. But if you stay, you're going to get a great show... or be a great show!"
Sarah listened raptly. She'd never really been interested in porn before, but this sounded... exciting. She wanted to see how wild a frat party could get, and it seemed as if she was going to get her wish. The speaker continued.
"Our first game tonight is the seven minute rodeo! And our first contestant will be... " He reached into a bucket and swished around inside, finally pulling out a slip of paper. "Number seven! Lucky number seven, come on up!"
A large, athletic man walked to the center of the room to cheers all around. Sarah couldn't be certain, but she thought he might have been the same man who opened the door for her. Beth whispered in her ear "Oh this will be good. He's undefeated."
"Undefeated? What does that mean?"
"Shh! Just watch!"
The announcer switched to another bucket and began shouting again. "And let's see who else will be playing in this game. It will be... Thirty six! Number thirty six, come on up!"
Sarah's heart dropped. Thirty six. That was her. She started to stand up when Beth grabbed her shoulder. "Seriously, you're allowed to leave. Go. Just walk away."
Sarah hesitated. She'd never done anything like this before. She'd never wanted to do anything like this before. But she didn't want to earn a reputation as a stick in the mud. And she did want to know what happened at these parties. And they did say she could leave at any time. She stood up and slowly walked to the center of the room, barely noticing the cheers as she did so.
The announcer positioned her next to number seven. "Alright, a quick reminder of the rules... Rule Number One, if she asks to leave, let her leave. Rule Number Two, you have seven minutes. Rule Number Three, there are only two rules!"
Number Seven took Sarah's hand and led her to what looked like a closet. The door was opened, and it was completely empty, with just enough room for two people. He stepped in, pulling her along behind him. The door was shut, and she could hear the announcer outside declare that time had started. Inside, it was pitch black, except for a tiny line of light outlining the door.
"So, um, what's this about then?" she asked.
"Oh, it's a simple game. I've got seven minutes to get you to beg me to fuck you. That's it."
Sarah stiffened. She wasn't ready for that. She definitely didn't want to lose her virginity at a frat party. "That's not going to happen, sorry. Hope you don't lose much if you fail."
Number Seven laughed. "No problem. Then it's just Seven Minutes in Heaven for you."
Sarah had heard of Seven Minutes in Heaven before. Seven minutes to kiss, and maybe touch just a little. She could ask to leave at any time. It sounded safe, and might let her experiment a bit. But she wasn't going to give up her virginity here. Not here, not tonight.
"Alright, but if I say I want to leave, you have to let me leave."
"Of course."
Number Seven took her by the shoulders, and turned her to face away from him. She was surprised, expecting him to kiss her, but this seemed safe enough. Facing away from the door, she couldn't see a thing, and her other senses heightened. She could hear the people outside, listening quietly. And she felt her hair being moved aside, exposing her neck. And then his lips, gently kissing her on the neck.
Sarah immediately felt weak in the knees. She'd never been kissed before, except for her parents kissing her on the cheek or forehead. This was ... amazing! She could feel her nipples stiffening, her panties moistening. She'd never felt so alive before! She unconsciously moved slightly back, bringing her body touching to his. She felt his hands wrap around her stomach, holding her close.
His lips moved around her neck, and she arched her head over to give him room. The feeling was electric, and she didn't want it to stop. His kisses moved up to her ear, sucking in her earlobe and massaging it with his tongue. She felt dirty, but also somehow pure, like she was doing something very natural and real.
She stiffened slightly as she felt his hands moving up her body to her chest. One hand cupping each of her small breasts through her blouse. This was a lot. She could leave. She could stop it right now by asking to leave. But then the kissing would stop, and she didn't want that...
"It's okay," Number Seven whispered into her ear. "Just enjoy the feeling, you don't need to do anything. Just ride it out." And then the kissing resumed. The sweet exquisite kissing that was melting her from the inside.
Sarah hardly noticed when Number Seven's hands went from holding her breasts to gently fondling them. Kneading them slowly, imperceptibly at first, but increasingly incessantly. His nimble fingers found her stiff nipples through the blouse and the bra, and he toyed with them.
"You like that?" he whispered quietly.
"Mmmmm" was all Sarah could respond.
"Hang tight, this will make it feel better."
Better? Sarah couldn't imagine how it could feel better, but she felt his hands leave her chest. Then she felt the tugging of the buttons being undone, starting at the top.
"I... I don't know..." she whispered. "I've never..."
"Never?" Number Seven inquired.
"Never. I don't want..."
"Shhh... It'll be fine. It's safe. If you want me to stop, just say you want to leave. Until then, enjoy the feeling. I know how to make it feel good." And he did! With the last button undone, his hands slipped inside her blouse. Her thin bra did little to prevent her from feeling every touch, and it allowed him to feel exactly how hard her nipples had become. She melted back into his body as his fingers continued to explore her.
