As a Sophomore, I did not have to arrive at school for two weeks, but my Mom, Kay, was taking my younger sister, Ellen, to UVM to attend the freshman orientation functions, so I went along.
Though I did not pledge for a fraternity last year until October, I had heard that the parties held by the fraternities during the freshman orientation two weeks were a blast. The upper class men, with no school responsibilities, went to great lengths to get the best looking freshman girls to attend their parties. Once there, they wanted to have sex with them. Once a girl was in the sex act, they would have several guys parade into the room, so the girl knew that "everybody" knew she would fuck. They would pass her name on to the other frats so that she would be pursued everywhere she went.
One of the favorite tricks was to appear at a bookstore line. A guy would go down the line with a clipboard and ask the best looking girls what her name was and her dorm room number. Being new, and trusting, they would provide the information without any hesitation.
Would you believe it? While Ellen and Mom were in the bookstore line, one of my fraternity brothers comes alone with his clipboard. I was sitting on a bench some distance away. I smiled to myself when he stopped to chat with Ellen and Mom. Ellen seemed to do all the talking.
You might be interested is some details. Mom had me when she was eighteen, and Ellen when she was nineteen. So, she is thirty eight now. She does not look it. Often people take her and Ellen to be sisters. She, like my sister, has bright red hair. She has put on some weight. I would guess that she would be one hundred and fifty pounds. He fanny is a little big, and her breasts look like they would hold up a beer can. Ellen, on the other hand, is about one hundred and twenty with small tits.
The guy moved on to talk to other girls. It was fifteen minutes before the woman rejoined me, and by then they were in a hurry for some lunch. I forgot about the clipboard guy.
Four hours later, we were having a Coke in Ellen's dorm room. The phone rang, just as I went into the Jon to pee. When I came back out Ellen was all excited. Mom was laughing. Seems that the guy with the clipboard had called and had invited Ellen and "Her nice looking friend" to a party at my fraternity.
I was about to say something about "don't go," when the thought hit me that Ellen would be safe with Mom there, and they both would have a good time. Music. Dancing. Lots of people.
I told them that I would arrive an hour or so later then them, and would not let anyone know that we knew each other. Mom just smiled, while Ellen had a puzzled look on her face.
After they left for the party, I though about Mom. Dad was killed by a truck four years ago. She received enough money to live well, but life was pretty dull. She kept her job as an assistant town clerk. There had been no men in her life. I had heard stories that when she was at UVM that she did her share of hard partying.
Just after ten thirty, I walked into the rear door of the frat house. Ted Burton, and Bill Black were in the process of refilling the punch bowl. Both had wicked grins on their faces. "What's up, Guys?" Ted explained that when the party started that the punch was 1 qt. 150 proof vodka, 2 qt. Hawaiian punch, 1 qt. ginger ale, 1 qt. pineapple juice, and a pint of lemon juice. As the punch was used, it was replaced by a mixture of 50 percent 150 proof vodka, and 50 percent other stuff. Bill said," There are some very drunk folks out there right now."
I took a 12 ounce glass of the stuff. Boy, was it smooth. You could not taste, or feel in your mouth that it was as potent as they said it was.
The main floor was jumping. Loud disco music, dark with spinning lights, and at least seventy guys and gals moving to the music. It took me awhile to spot Ellen. She was over near the door to the TV room. She had a messed up look. Her knit top was part way out of her skirt, and her hair was messed in back. When the music stopped, I saw why. Bob Wilson, who she was with, was running his hands all over her. She swayed from the vodka. He was gunned too. They sort of leaned upon each other.
