Avril, the other blonde Zeta bombshell

“It’s got to be one of the Zeta girls,” Val says.

“How’d you know?” you ask, startled that she made the read.

“They’re the crème de la crème. Who could resist?” she laughs with a mocking flip of her hair.

“Sooo…?” Mars asks, peering down at the sorority sisters. “Who is it?”

{if Avril > 0} “Avril,” you say, pointing at the blonde bombshell. {else} “The blonde bombshell over there,” you say, pointing at the girl who’s caught your eye.

“Ah, Avril,” Val nods knowingly. {endif}

“Wow, you want your sister’s little?” Mars says, sounding a mix of impressed and shocked. She and Val share a look. “She’s a hot one alright…”

“Don’t you worry, Alex, we’ll come up with something,” Val grins.

She leans over and whispers into Mars’ ear and the two girls giggle, talking in hushed tones. You watch them, bemused, wondering what they’ll come up with.

The first half of the game sees Stonewall smashing Schmarvard’s team into the ground. The home team’s leading 35-20. Mars taps you on the shoulder as the teams come off the court and whispers something into your ear.

“You think that’ll work?” you ask, glancing at the girls skeptically.

“It’s about giving the girl an excuse to say yes,” Val smiles. “It’ll work if you have any chance with her. Now go get her, tiger.” She makes a purring noise and takes another swig of her beer, waving for you to go.

You make your way to the bottom of the stadium with Valentine in tow, while Mars heads the other way, towards the stadium’s control room. A minute later, you find yourself before the Zeta girls.

Gina, your older sister, spotted you coming from a mile away. She somehow always knows where you are. And somehow, she sees the way that you’re eyeing up Avril, because she leans over and mutters a few words to the other blondie. Avril’s eyes widen and she bites her lip, giving Gina a quick nod. This girl caught your eye tonight with her semi-sheer black dress and a plunging neckline, her tits seemingly just barely restrained by the fabric of her dress, tits which heave as she takes in a heavy breath… something’s rattled her, but you’re just here to enjoy the view.

You advance upon Avril while she’s distracted by your sister, and then she whips around to face you, her hair somehow coming to a rest to perfectly frame her lovely face. Somehow, in that space of a second, the fear on her face has been wiped away, replaced with a coy smile that dares you to shoot your shot. You step up to the plate.

“My friend Valentine bet me fifty bucks that I wouldn't be able to make out with the hottest girl here,” you say. “So… how should we spend the money?”

“Oh, how interesting,” the sorority sister says. She hums, tilting her head to the side, scratching her chin lightly. “Because tempting as your offer is, I don’t know if I can do it. You know, a girl like me has to think carefully before she puts out. With all my sisters watching me, I’m wondering, are you worth it?”

“Quit the act. You’re going to waffle around, and then you’re going to take the deal,” Gina laughs. “You don’t need to pretend for the rest of us.”

“How can you be so sure of that?” you ask her. You don’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth, but something tells you that all’s not what it seems here.

“Because Avril’s a slut, that’s why,” Gina smiles, giving her a look that sends a shiver down your spine. “Isn’t that right, my little?”

“Fuck,” Avril mutters under her breath.

“Isn’t that right?” Gina repeats.

“You’re really going to make me say it in front of everyone?” Avril asks.

“Tell Alex what you’re going to do,” Gina says, her voice firm. “Tell him what you are.”

Avril looks up at you with her wide blue eyes, biting her lip.

“I’m going to say yes to you. I’m going to make out with you,” she says. She pauses and takes a deep breath. “And it’s all because I’m a slut. The biggest fucking slut you’ve ever met.”

Just then, a series of ooos and aaaahs erupt from the crowd behind her. But it’s not because they heard what Avril said. Hardly anyone but a few Zeta girls were in earshot for that. Your eyes flick to the jumbotron hanging above the stadium. It’s the kiss cam, zooming in on you and Avril.

“Come on,” you smile, pulling Avril up by the arm. She practically falls into your arms, her head tilted upwards, and you kiss her.

Your lips meet hers with an unexpected softness. It’s a feather-light brush of the lips, one that leaves you hungry for more. You kiss her back and she meets you with just a hair more ****, your lips brushing again and again. In the background, the crowd roars their approval, clearly liking what they see.

“Is that how you kiss, Alex?” you hear Gina laughing through the crowd. “Come on, put your hands into it. Make this slut yours.”

Her words spur you to action. You grab Avril’s dress, and you pull her close to you with a hunger in your hands, grabbing her waist, then getting rougher with her sides as you squeeze and tug. Avril moans into your mouth, wanting more. You pull harder, her dress sliding, until you realise with a start that it’s sliding away.

You hurriedly break away, your eyes snapping open. There it is, what you wanted, what you feared: one of Avril’s puffy nipples, stiff and sticking out in the air. Exposed like this, the firm nub stands in dark contrast to the pale of her tits, and what magnificent tits they are. The image sears itself into your mind instantly, as does the shock on Avril’s face, the way her hand flies up to her chest, too late to stop the damage, her eyes so wide. And of course the kiss cam has recorded the nip slip for the entire stadium to see. Those hollers you’re hearing… the jumbotron cuts away, but they don’t stop. Avril’s face burns a bright red as she hurriedly adjusts her dress, covering herself up again.

“Well done,” Gina calls out sarcastically. “Now the whole world’s going to think all of us Zetas are sluts.”

“Oh god,” Avril says, shying away from Gina. “I’m sorry. I’ve been such a bad girl.”

A shiver runs down the girl’s spine. You hear Val whispering beside you: “These girls are insane.”

“And a bad girl needs to be punished,” Gina nods. She turns to face you, her eyes a piercing blue that sends a jolt of lightning through your body. For a heart-stopping second, all you can think of is how pretty your older sister is. “Alex. What do you think she should do?”

“I can think of a thousand things that she could do for me,” comes your response. Everyone is still staring at you. They’re judging you. What you want from Avril… you see the way she meets your gaze, half in fear, half in anticipation. You want to fuck her and make her beg for it. You want to have your way with her over and over until she’s completely spent. You want to dominate her.

“But it wouldn’t be right to talk about such things in public,” you say aloud.

Avril relaxes an inch, her shoulders dropping.

{if Avril > 0} “So I’ll text you the punishment… someday.” {else} “So what I want from you now is your number. I’ll text you the punishment… someday.”

You shove your phone in front of her. Avril doesn’t even protest. She simply creates a new contact for herself. {endif}

With that, you turn heel and head back for your seat with Valentine in tow. It’s not until you sit back down in your seat that you realise you forgot to pay Avril her share of the money.

The game closes out as you expect. Stonewall wins with a twenty point lead. You, Mars, and Val head back out to the tailgate after-party to celebrate and get sloshed on cheap beer. You notice most of the Zeta girls leaving with a group of the guys on the basketball team, but Gina and Avril aren’t among them.

Where are you? you text her. You still need to be punished. I want to collect.

hahahaha wouldn’t you like to know where I am, she replies a minute later. I’m busy tonight.

But don’t worry. You’ll get your chance soon, she adds.

Val, peeking at your phone over your shoulder, gives you a hearty bro-nod.

“See? This is the work of the wonderful wing-girl in action,” she smiles, clinking her bottle against yours. “Applause is in order, thank you, thank you.”

“And I’ve got to thank Mars too, for getting me that kiss cam,” you laugh, raising your bottle to hers.

“I still can’t believe that happened,” Mars laughs. “Did Gina and Avril plan for that nip slip?”

“I don’t know,” you answer truthfully. “All I know is that I got a great show out of it. So I’m not complaining”

“I’ll drink to that!” Val says, and the three of you match bottles.

You down the rest of your drink, closing the night in good company.

Avril +25
Gina +10
Mars +10
Valentine +10