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I stepped into the candlelit chaos of Sigma Chi frat house, a whirlpool of bodies and libations. Laughter and thumping bass pulsed through my veins as I made my way to the keg.
As I poured a red solo cup, I caught eyes with a ruggedly handsome frat brother, glancing down at the tight tank top clinging to my curves. “Hey there, heatwave,” he smirked, sidling up next to me. “You look like you’re ready to get wild.”
His friend, equally chiseled, leaned in, fingers trailing along my arm. “Yeah, we can show you a real party.” Before I could respond, they each grabbed a cup and steered me toward a darkened hallway.
The Frat Party
Inside a cluttered bedroom, the atmosphere turned intimate, the boisterous party relegated to a distant hum. Flirtatious banter turned heated as mouths met in a hungry kiss, hands roaming. I let my inhibitions drop, swept away by their ardent desire.
Next thing I knew, we were tangled in a sweaty pile, clothes shed and scattered. The first frat brother positioned me on my knees, his hard length pressed insistently against my lips. I looked up at him through lidded eyes, a provocative smile, and sank down, relishing the salty tang of his flesh.
Breathless and eager, I moved to the other, who flipped me onto my back. His mouth blazed a trail down my neck to my breasts, sucking and nibbling at rosy peaks. I arched into his touch, craving more. He plunged deep inside me, claiming me with a primal intensity.
As we climaxed in a tangle of limbs and heated moans, the frat brothers’ names escaped me. I’d never known them, and in that moment, it hardly mattered. The thrill of unscripted passion and illicit pleasure left me giddy and sated, a secret to savor long after the dawn’s early light.
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