Go to a frat party

You glance at your watch in surprise. “I thought you hated parties? And it’s already pretty late.” But the look in her eyes ignites something inside you that overrides your reservations.

“One party won’t kill me,” she says with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Besides, I want to see what all the fuss is about.”

You can’t help but grin at her newfound adventurous side emerging again. “Alright,” you agree, grabbing your clothes and quickly pulling them on. “Let’s go to a frat party.”

When you finally reach your fraternity’s house, music blaring from every window and lights illuminating the lawn like a futuristic nighttime carnival, you feel a mix of excitement and nervousness course through your veins. What exactly did you get yourself into?

You offer Jennifer your hand, and together you make your way inside, where chaos meets debauchery in perfect harmony.

The music hits you like a hammer as you step inside, almost drowning out the roar of voices that surrounds you. You try to orient yourself but it’s next to impossible with everyone moving and drinking and grinding on each other.

“Jennifer,” you shout over the music, grabbing her hand tightly, “stick with me!”

You notice some empty couches along the wall, your plan already forming in your buzzed mind. Pulling her along behind you through the sea of sweaty bodies, you both finally reach your destination and collapse onto the cushions.

“Do you want anything?” you yell into her ear, pointing to a table littered with cups filled with various colored liquids.

Jennifer shakes her head no, still visibly overwhelmed by the noise and chaos around them. “I’ll be fine for now,” she yells back, clutching onto your arm tightly. She glances around nervously, her eyes widening when they land on couples grinding against each other in unabashed displays of drunken lust.

“This is... a lot,” she mumbles into your ear before leaning closer and whispering, “but I’m kinda excited too.”

You can feel yourself reacting to her words and the closeness of her body against yours, trapped by the press of bodies around them. You take advantage of the situation, slowly leaning in towards her until your lips brush against hers in a soft, lingering kiss that quickly deepens. She melts into you, returning the kiss with equal fervor as hands roam restlessly over each other’s bodies.

The world fades away as you lose yourself in each other’s arms amidst the madness around them; bodies writhing and groping, music blaring from speakers positioned at strategic points throughout the room. The taste of her lips on yours is addictive, an intoxicating **** that leaves you wanting more.

Jennifer moans softly against your mouth, her body arching closer to yours as their kisses intensify. Her hands snake up your chest, grasping at your shirt fabric. She trails her fingers lightly over your shirt, and then lower still, until they reach the bulge that has already formed in your jeans.

“Jennifer,” you pant out between breaths, but she ignores your half-hearted protest and continues to rub your manhood through your jeans. She gently encircles it with her slender fingers, slowly stroking up and down the length of it, eliciting moans of pure pleasure from both of you.

Your hands roam just as greedily over her body. Her nipples already hardened by desire and the heat of their bodies pressed together. The world around fades away to nothing.