Ben

Olivia answered the door. "Ben! You haven't changed a bit. It's great to see you!" As he stepped into the house, she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.

Ben was about 6'4", still built like an athlete. He was white, had short-buzzed brown hair and brown eyes. There was always a twinkle about his eyes, always a smile in the corner of his lip.

"It's awesome to see you too, Liv. It's been ages. Thanks for throwing this together." She released her hug on him, held his arms with her hands for a moment, and went in for a second hug. She pressed her body into his, and he was certain he sensed the swell of her breasts against his chest, and the sweet smell of coconut in her hair.

"Wow," he laughed. "How do you greet your close friends?" She giggled in response. "This is a great house," he continued. "It looks so basic on the outside, no offense, but it's amazing inside."

"Oh, I know, isn't it great? There's actually six of us who live here. It's been amazing. Sort of like a sorority, but without all the stupid drama. And maybe with some extra perks too."

Ben smiled. He remembered what Greek life was like in college. He had been in a fraternity along with a lot of other athletes, including most of the volleyball team. Wow, those were some crazy days, he thought, his mind flashing back to parties in the house. "Why am I suddenly remembering you at Delta Chi, something about spaghetti and --"

"Oh no!" Olivia interrupted. "I had forgotten that. You know what makes that story even crazier now, is that I'm actually a chef."

"Right!" Ben exclaimed. "You enjoying that work?"

"It's been great. I love working with food. I love the organization, the specificity, I love planning diets and meal structures for clients, and most of all, I love throwing parties -- like this one!"

Just then, the doorbell rang again. Olivia affectionately patted Ben on the chest, and brushed past him to the door.

She's being really flirty, he thought. I don't remember that kind of thing in college, but maybe she's come into her own? He paced around the main room, taking in the decor, the layout. He watched Olivia approach the front door, and admired her from across the room. Her white dress clung to the curves of her figure quite tightly, emphasizing the shape of her ass. The dress had a slit going up the side, revealing one long leg. She wore white heels with no stockings. The natural tone of her legs was more attractive than any stocking could be.