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."
"You do now, if you'll have me."
"Have you? That sounds like an invitation if ever I heard one."
I smiled. "We'd better get back to our duties."
"Yeah. Nice talking to you. See you tonight!" She leaned in and kissed me on the mouth, a short hard peck that promised more to come.
We got the drinks and hot dogs and returned to the stands, to the jeers of our Greek siblings. Our school won the game 24-17 and we left the field in good cheer. When we got back to the house I just had time to shower and shave and put on clean clothes for the party. I made sure to wash my cock extra good, anticipating I would be sharing it with Deena later.
It was a typical Fraternity party, lots of booze and loud music. Most of us were still a little buzzed from the game. I grabbed a brew and hung out near the door, waiting for Deena. I was on my second beer before she arrived, but was she worth the wait!
Deena wore her long, auburn hair back in a ponytail, which cascaded down the back of her tight pink Tri-Delt sweater. Her short black skirt showed off her beautiful legs and ass.
She spotted me and yelled "Hey Joe!"
I went up to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Great to see you!"
