Follow Andrew’s advice & look for Victoria

Still reeling from catching Andrew in a flagrance in the bathroom, in the bathtub, with somebody who was definitely not Victoria you decide to follow his advice and go looking for her. As if to belabor the point, you hear someone keening through the door loudly enough to make your cock throb and jolt you into moving, your steps animated by fresh excitement in your loins.

You putter around the upstairs, poking your head into rooms as you go. Mostly it’s just the normal things you expect to find at a college party: people hotboxing a room with weed smoke, a couple shooting daggers with their eyes at you for interrupting them macking on each other, a dude crying on another dude’s shoulder and blubbering about some girl. At one point you open a door and meet the eyes of three frat boys frozen in place, having stacked a jenga tower of boxes, books, cups, binders, and bottles on top of another, snoring, frat boy’s body from the floor up to your eye level. More impressed than anything with the tower they’ve built, you slowly close the door, and keep walking.

Not finding Victoria anywhere upstairs, you brave the stairs again, going slowly down them over the spilled beer and past the same couple parked half down in the dark, who are making out with each other like their lives depend on it.

Downstairs though, isn’t much better. Still kinda crowded, and somehow seems more rambunctious than before after the relative calm and quiet going on upstairs. As you come down the stairs, you pause, your swimming sight searches for familiar faces amid a tempestuous sea of strangers. It’s actually your third eye that makes the spots in the crowded downstairs. You notice a familiar gray-white light; Louise is sitting down on the couch that you and Tatiana vacated, animatedly chatting away with a circle of people. She spots you for a second, flashing you a consoling smile and a little wave. As you wave back at her, you notice another familiar bright white light amid the moving bodies on the dance floor.

Your feet move fast, down the stairs and onto the dance floor. You are immediately surrounded by the moist heat of the dancers, moving and grinding against each other and together as one liquid body. It’s a bit of a fight, the big blacklights and noise distracting your sight, but the white light remains constant in your third eye’s vision.

Eventually, sweating and heaving, you break through a circle of dudes posted up, kinda like a player do, to find Victoria getting low and funky, clearly enjoying herself on the dance floor.

“John,” you see her mouth with a big grin on her red face, her voice lost amid the pounding music. She casually throws her arms around your shoulders and starts dancing with you as you motion her closer. You can feel the hot gazes of the posted up players on you for interloping.

“Victoria, I found Andrew and―!” you start.

“What‽” she yells back, pressing her still very much gyrating body against you as the music seems to get louder with every moment.

“I said,” you basically shout in her ear, “can you come with me for a sec, I have something I want to tell you!”

“Sure,” she yells back in your ear with a big grin, “we can go in the kitchen, I could use a drink anyways!” She grabs your hand and instantly you feel knowledge arc across. One hundred and four seasons old. Twenty-six years old. Sexually active. Desires exactly two children. Extremely consistent in worship. Womb has only been graced with seed a few times, by accident. Luteal stage. Or maybe inconsistent birth control? Not sure. Very fertile. Extremely fertile. You feel your cock throb in excitement. And then, the hairs go up on the back of your neck and your brain sizzles like you’ve just touched a live wire: competition.

It takes a moment for you to recover and lead her out of the circle of posted up players, eyes locked and meeting their frustrated gazes as they disperse out on the dance floor again looking for another dancing girl to post up near until they’re finally noticed.

You lead Victoria past the increasingly nonsensical and drunk game of Flip Cup going down at the dining room table into the kitchen, every surface covered in either platoons of opened and emptied bottles, companies of ready-filled cups, or snack bags ripped open and consumed. You exhale a hot beer breath, aware of just how much sweat is on your skin from your short stint on the dance floor.

“Here,” Victoria says, handing you another cup and raising her own. “Cheers,” she says with a big smile.

“Cheers,” you reply, tapping your plastic cup against hers and joining her in knocking back another drink.

“Ooh la la! These are spiked,” she muses, licking her lips.

You look down into your own already nearly empty cup and frown.

“So, what did you want to tell me?” she asks, dropping the empty cup on the kitchen counter and picking up a new, full one.

“Oh yeah,” you reply, running your hand back through your hair, the muscles in your face suddenly tense, the thought of how much tomorrow morning is going to suck forgotten. “So, Victoria, I just went to the bathroom upstairs, right? And Andrew’s in there, right now, and I think there’s a girl with him in there and they’re doing stuff.”

“Really?” she replies, putting her hand to her chest, her eyebrows furrowed but still smiling, “I mean, usually Nancy and him prefer being in the backyard when they go at it, I wonder why they’d―”

“In the backyard?” you ask, incredulously, thinking back to the couple that caught you spraying the grass with your spunk in the dark and wondering if that was them.

“Yeah,” Victoria shrugs, “I could never, it’s so cold out there this time of year.” She takes another sip of her drink. “But I get it, since most of the locks are busted so where else are you going to get a little privacy?”

“Wait a minute, wait a minute,” you sigh, setting down your cup on the countertop and rubbing your tired eyes, drunk brain firing on all cylinders trying to understand what is going on. “You said her name is Nancy, right?” you ask rhetorically.

“Yeah,” she interjects, a little entertained smile sneaking across her face.

“Hold on,” you give out a little beer burp. “Sorry, so you know what’s happening then,” you let out a breath that makes you feel like a balloon deflating and rub your face with your hands for a second, “so you know then, ok, I got it.”

“Aww,” she says, sticking out her lower lip, “thanks for rushing down here to tell me though,” she says, putting her hand in the center of your chest.

“No problem, Victoria,” you mumble, lifting your cup, magically filled again, to your lips.

“So how are you enjoying the party so far?” she asks, twisting her hips back and forth while looking up at you.

“Been good,” you sigh with a nod, a little shocked, “I made out with Tatiana, and―”

“Oh my gosh no way!” she giggles with wide eyed excitement. “You charmer. What else?”

“Well,” you chuckle, tilting your head side to side, “we kind of felt each other up, then I kinda puked, and then she left, and I went upstairs to clean up, and then, well,” you shrug, kinda shocked that you can even stick to Tatiana’s story when you are this ****, “here I am.”

“Noh,” she says, rubbing your shoulder gingerly.

“Oh, yeah,” you chuckle, “Andrew told me to tell you that he said he loves you.”

“Awwwwww,” she says, swooning and resting her head against your arm, her big blue eyes meeting yours for a moment, “isn’t he just the greatest.”

You click your tongue. “He’s certainly a cool dude,” you say, nodding along. He’s probably balls deep in this other girl, Nancy, as you speak and here’s his girlfriend still singing his praises. Your cock throbs. You certainly wish you were balls deep in some pussy about now. “Kind of a shame that Tatiana dipped too,” you sigh.

“Awww, I know,” Victoria replies sympathetically, “I thought you two totally clicked. But also I get it since you’re her roommate’s younger brother and all.”

You meet Victoria’s gaze again and lick your lips, “you know after I mentioned Tatiana and I to Andrew, he also said that I should come find you and that he was sure you’d take care of me.”

Victoria's eyes widen slightly at your words, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "Oh, he did, did he?" she says, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "I mean,” she starts, then pauses. “Nah, we shouldn’t, like Louise is my best friend and you’re―” her little brother, the sentence continues in your mind as she grins and bites her lip at you. “I mean, we shouldn’t, but I do know a spot we could, and I wouldn’t want to see you left feeling frustrated all night, and if you don’t tell her Louise, I won’t either,” her eyes narrow and she grins, “I think we should, you down?”

OOC: Feel free to comment w/t suggestions for the next chapter