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."
