*All Characters are 18+*
Also I feel like writing in First-Person better suits the story so the series from here on out will be written in first-person from Dan's perspective. Thanks!
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It only took about an hour to move everything from my car to my dormitory so I had everything in place fairly quickly. In the time that I waited for my roommate to arrive I attempted to set up the cheap television and DVD player each room was equipped with. After I finally finished setting up our entertainment I heard a couple of faint knocks on the wooden door to my room.
"Ey yo, this is Chad, your roommate. The turd-muffins that were supposed to help me with moving in never mailed me my key, could you unlock this?" My roommate said from the other side of the door. His voice sound similar to the type of guy you would hear on "The Jersey Shore," a reality TV show where a bunch of wannabe celebrities fuck each other then get mad at each other in a vicious cycle.
"Yeah, no problem man," I replied as I got up from my bed. On the wall to the right of the door was one twin bed (the bed I chose for myself) and opposite that was another twin bed. Every room had this layout as far as I knew. I opened the door for Chad and watched as he barrelled into the room with a duffel bag filled with unfolded clothes as well as various other items.
"Thanks man," Chad began, "I tried to tell the asswipes two weeks ago that my room key still hadn't been mailed to me but they never got back to me. I'll be going by our dorm administrator's office later to see what the fuck is up. In the meantime... What's up man!? Nice to meet you!" Chad wore a tank top with very muscular shoulders popping out of the sleeves. He had basketball shorts on that held surprisingly scrawny legs which definitely contributed to the "Jersy Shore" comparison. He extended his hand for me to shake. I gripped it and attempted to match his strength but was outmatched by a small margin.
"What's up, Chad, I'm Dan," I said to him.
"Hey, my dad's name is Dan! What a small world!" he said.
"Yeah, small world," I chuckled.
Chad and I talked for a while and learned more about each other's home-lives. I learned that he was a major in physical education but was also working on getting his teaching degree. I told him that I was getting a degree in cinematography and minored in writing. A few hours into the conversation his phone buzzed with a text message.
"Bro, my bud said that the frat guys are throwing their first party of the semester not too far from here. You wanna go hit it up with me?" Chad offered.
"YES!" Hera screamed in my head, breaking the silence that she held through my conversation with Chad.
"Uhh, okay, sounds fun," I said.
"Sweet! I'll let him know that you're coming too," he said, "Also, you should probably change into something a little more laid back. I don't mean to sound like a douche or anything but you look like a professor." I took his advice and changed into a pair of jeans and a plain-blue t-shirt.
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The two of us hopped into my car and drove five minutes away until we got to a big frat house. Loud, pulsating music could be heard from miles away and got increasingly louder the closer we got. The two of us hopped out of the car and walked to the front where we were greeted by a large senior who guarded the door.
"Yo, I'm sorry but the two of you can't get in. The place is already pretty packed plus there aren't many chicks inside... sooo..." He explained. Chad gave me a very troubled look and slowly trudged down the steps as if he were a six-year-old that was denied an icecream cone. I was about to follow him but spotted somebody I knew inside, it was the girl from earlier today! I waved at her, hoping she would see me, but she danced away into a crowd of men. She must not of seen me... On the corner of the street I noticed four girls wearing differently colored crop-tops marching their ways down the sidewalk.
"Dan," Hera spoke up, "Touch those girls and I can get you two into the party."
"Okay," I muttered under my breath and turned to Chad, "Yo, I got this." I walked over to the sexy women, all with impeccable tits and asses, and walked right past them. I turned around and poked each of them on the neck. They all immediately turned around with angry expressions that suddenly melted away into four loving smiles.
"Oh heyy," one girl purred, "are you headed to the party?"
"I sure hope so," another one added.
"Well, you see, my buddy and I ran into a bit of a road block at the front," I explained, "The guy wouldn't let us in because there aren't enough chicks, or something."
"Oh we can help you two!" A blonde girl with large breasts and a ponytail exclaimed.
"Yeah," a taller brunette said, "Just follow us and we'll do all the talking." I waved Chad over to me as the six of us mosied up the steps once again.
"Hey, ladies," the buffoon at the front greeted with a totally different tone than when he was talking with us.
"Hey, big man," the tall brunette said.
"You ladies are fine to come in," he said.
"Actually," the blonde spoke up, "These guys are with us, so is it possible that they can come in too? Please?" She squeezed his bicep through his shirt.
"Uhh," the buffoon stuttered, "y-yeah sure. Go ahead."
"Thanks!" The blonde cheered, immediately releasing the large man's muscle. The six of us strutted through the door to the party with pride before the girls' entire group of four suddenly dispersed into separate portions of the party, not saying a single word to each other. Their sudden departure surprised Chad and I as we headed towards all the booze. We both grabbed a drink and drifted apart from each other from there.
The loud music was began giving me a headache so I walked out to the back patio where it was a little more quiet. I took a seat on a rocking chair and observed the people around me. Different couples walked in and out of the house, as well as some decently hot girls. But there was one girl that I just couldn't pry my eyes off of. She leaned against the wall of the house and stared quietly into her drink. She had brown hair that was about shoulder length, a blouse that accentuated her already large breasts, and jeans that outlined the curvature of her ass. But her beautiful face, ass, or tits weren't the most attractive things about her, she had this cute innocence that made my heart skip a beat.
"Hey," I said, getting up from my seat, "What's up. I'm Dan."
"Oh, uhm," she mumbled, "hi... I'm Sara..."
