Saturday afternoons all the brothers got together for a pre-football game party. This was a guys-only party, as we would hook up with the girls at the game.
This year the house was blessed as we had four varsity starters among our members. Early in the morning the players were regaled with enthusiastic support and well wishes before they went off to the stadium. The rest of us drank beer and Bloody Mary's as we pumped ourselves up for the game.
About an hour before game time we piled into cars and made the drive to the ballpark. After another round of beers in the parking lot we made our way to our seats. Since we were one of the more prominent houses, we had a whole block of seats right on the forty yard-line.
For this game we paired ourselves with the Tri-Delta sorority. There is a huge ritual for houses courting each other to partner up for big events, involving serenades, mixers, presents, and intense lobbying. Houses tend to pair up with other houses of roughly equal stature, but occasionally a lower-ranked house will pull a coup and partner with a larger, more prestigious house. This is just what Tri-Delta had achieved by getting us.
It wasn't that they were a bad house, but they were rather small compared to their sisters on our campus. They were also a pretty new chapter but were really putting on a good effort to increase their standing. Scoring us as a partner was a big step for them.
It was also explained to us by the pledge trainer that it would also make the Tri-Delts more receptive to sexual adventures at the after-game party.
As at all functions, we pledges served the actives, making repeated runs to the concession stand whenever one of our brothers got hungry or thirsty. During the course of the game this led to lots of trips up and down the stairs and lots of standing in line with the Tri-Delt pledges.
And that's where I met Deena.
Her sisters were running her just as ragged as my brothers were running me, so we stopped for a second to rest, comparing stories about our unbearable "superiors."
"How do you like your house?" I asked her.
"It's great! We're going to be the best house on campus."
"You sure are trying hard."
"Joe, you're so big and strong, how come you aren't out there playing ball?" Her slight southern accent was turning me on.
"Baseball is my sport. Promise to come see me play in the spring?"
"Sure. But won't your girlfriend mind?"
"Nope. We broke up before I left for college."
"Me too. My boyfriend didn't want me to leave town so I dumped him."
"So, do you have a date for the party tonight?"
"No, I don't."
