She stood alone, abandoned by her roommate, sipping from the can of pissy Natty Light. Neon lasers cut through the smoke wafting above as if controlled by the beat of the Jay-Z song thumping from the clusters of speakers hanging in the corners of the long, narrow room that smelled of stale beer, sweat and dirty socks.
The bodies grinding in front of her reminded her that tonight was the night. Now that boys paid attention to her, it would be easy to find one to sleep with her. There was no reason for her to wait for the one. She was worth nothing to everyone and no one was of any value to her. Might as well see what I can get out of these tits, she figured.
In her borrowed red tube top and black hot pants she stood on the sidelines watching the beautiful co-eds on the dance floor. As she bobbed her head she scanned the room. Standing next to the bar across from her was her target. He was jockish. Tall, thick in the right places. Sexy, smooth dark skin. He looked at her eagerly. A little too eagerly, but that's what she was there for. Someone to finally pop her cherry, if it was in fact still intact. And who better than someone with big hands and leering eyes? She could seduce him. She was certain. After five weeks on campus she'd gotten the confidence boost she'd needed.
She sauntered over to him. "Is there anywhere quiet we can go?" she smiled and squeezed his bicep.
"Uh, yeah," he grunted. "This way." He grabbed her shoulder and directed her in front of him. She could already feel a bulge in his pants against her back as he pushed her across the dance floor. When they reached the end of the room, he flashed a card in front of a keypad. Two small dots of green flickered, he yanked the door handle toward the floor, whipped the door open and quickly ushered her inside.
Through that magic door the frat house was immaculate and smelled like fresh pine-sol. Dark polished wood dominated the space. A large looming staircase was the centerpiece. Couples were scattered along the corridor, snuggled up, laughing, kissing, staring longingly into each others' eyes. It was as if she'd crossed the threshold. He stopped and pushed her against the wall.
"No, not here," she said. "Somewhere private."
"Really?" he questioned.
"Yes," she demanded.
He took her by the wrist and led her down a long secluded hallway, past an empty alcove marked 'study room'. Finally he pulled her into the billiards room.
"What do you want to do?" he asked.
"You," she pushed her body against his and felt the bulge in his pants once more.
He took a step back and raised his hands in front of his chest like he was standing in front of a slew of armed cops. "Are you sure?" he asked, unconvinced of her motives.
"Yes," she said looking around for cameras. "I'm totally okay with you having sex with me," she spoke loudly toward the ceiling, just in case Big Brother was watching. She didn't want the guy to get in trouble.
"Girl, get yo crazy ass over here," he laughed, pulling her onto him.
His kiss was wet and his lips commanding. He snuck his hand into her pants and quickly fingered his way inside her. She pushed him away as his thick fingers carelessly slid in and out. It was nothing she hadn't felt before and nothing special. "Do you have a condom?" she asked, not interested in being finger fucked. She could do that herself. No, she was here for one thing. "Yes," he said, pulling one from his pocket.
