House party

There was a short walk from the dorms to campus proper. I met up with Jamie in front of the fountain in the middle of the central campus square. From there we walked together for about 20 min until we arrived at the frat house. It was an old stately Victorian home, with a huge garden. The music could be clearly heard out on the street, along with various outbursts and cries from excited party goers. We walked up to the door, passing several people chilling out on the lawn.

As we entered Tyler appeared almost immediately with a huge smile.

"Jamie! My man! I'm so glad you could make it dude!" He stepped in and gave my boyfriend a full bear hug, before he stepped back and smiled at me as well. He was clearly already drunk.

"Come in! Let me get you guys something to drink!" He disappeared into the living room, and as we followed him he reappeared with with two cups of beer. "Here you go! Enjoy yourselves!"

As we tried to orient ourselves I noticed a group of jocks in the middle of the room, talking rather loudly. The self appointed alpha dude doing most of the talking looked like a typical douche. He was tall and beefy, with annoyingly good looks and light sandy hair. I tended not to come to these parties to avoid exactly this kind of guy. As we passed them he opened his mouth and confirmed every single one of my stereotypes.

"I'm telling you dude, she sucked me like a fucking vacuum. Once you break down their barriers, prudish chicks become the wildest sluts!"

Asshole. Shaking my head angrily I pulled Jamie with me to get as far away from the group of douches as possible. We ended up scoring a couple of seats on a sofa in the next room over. I snuggled up to Jamie, intending to just spend the night sipping bear and chatting.

Just as we were getting comfortable however, I was pulled out of my reverie by the penetrating voice of mister alpha douche.

"The best place to pick up chicks on campus? Women's studies my man."

I froze up as I listened. I was taking an introductory course in Women's studies this year, and the thought of this asshole in the classroom sent shivers down my spine. He waited for his minions outbursts of disbelief to end before he continued.

"First of all, you are basically guaranteed to be the only man in the room. That's a major advantage right there. And more importantly, every other chick in those classes is a repressed slut in denial."

At this point I was gnashing my teeth, and I realized that I was squeezing my boyfriends arm hard enough to leave a mark.

"You okay?" He gave me a look of concern.

"Yeah. I'm fine," I said, rather embarrassed for hurting him. "Sorry, I kinda zoned out there." I tried to get comfy again, but I was unable to ignore the constant bragging going on in the background.

"Only problem is sitting through all the nonsense they try to teach you there. You wouldn't believe the bullshit I had to endure, but totally worth it in the end. Best poon on campus."

I could hear them high fiving as I tried to control my breathing. It took me an monumental amount of self control not to jump up and go off on them right then and there. I just had to keep calm and endure their bullshit for now. Jamie noticed I was agitated and leaned in.

"You wanna leave?" he whispered. "I shouldn't have made you come here." I could see the asshole group drifting into another room, finally out of earshot.

"No, no," I smiled at him. "Let's stay a bit longer, can't have Tyler mad at you." I leaned into him and closed my eyes. The rest of the room faded into the background, it was just me and my sweet boyfriend at this moment.

Tyler dropped in on us a bit later. He told us we should try to mingle a bit, but we convinced him we were content just chilling. Having failed in trying to make us socialize he returned to the party.

It was about an hour later when I heard the voice of mister douche right behind me. Looking up I saw he was standing with his buddy right behind the sofa, cup of beer in hand. He seemed to be describing the tits of one of his conquests, and in doing so he gesticulated wildly, spilling half a cup of beer right over me.

"Wow, didn't see you there sweetheart. Sorry bout that."

He had a boyish smile plastered on that I bet had gotten him out of similar situations before. It had the opposite effect on me. Suddenly the anger from earlier came rushing back, and I completely snapped. Standing up in the sofa I looked slightly down on him as I went off.

"Sorry? Is that all you have to say? This whole night you and your band of douches have been talking over everyone in the room, forcing us to listen to your banal, perverse and childish stories of sexual conquest! I'd be sorry for all the women you've ridiculed and slut-shamed tonight, but I'm pretty certain you've been making up all this shit anyway!"

The douchebag was looking completely nonplussed, with a slightly amused smile. Like a cat that couldn't believe a mouse was calling him on his bullshit. The room had gotten completely silent, all eyes were on me. I knew I was going to regret this later, but right now I couldn't stop the flow of words from pouring out.

"You then have the temerity to sit through a single class of women's studies and make fun of it when you couldn't understand it! You're a pathetic asshole grandstanding in an attempt to make up for your minuscule manhood, and to top it off you pour your beer over me and have the audacity to smile about it!"

I was panting, trying to catch my breath having delivered my tirade. The tension in the room could be cut with knife. I was starting to worry his reaction would be violent, when his friend suddenly started laughing.

"Man, she's really got your number Brandon! Pathetic asshole with a minuscule manhood!" Several of his friends joined in as they all started poking fun at him.

The laughter seemed to defuse the situation, and people started returning their attention to whatever they where doing before. I was still staring wildly at Brandon the douche when I felt Jamie gently pull me down from the sofa.

"Time to go home?" He looked at me with a mix of awe, confusion and concern. I just gave him a nod and we quickly made our escape before we attracted any more attention.

We walked back towards campus in awkward silence. I tried to formulate an explanation for my outburst in my mind, but I had to start over several times, not even convincing myself. It was out of control rage and anger, pure and simply.

"So, you really told that guy off," Jamie finally said. "Can't say he didn't deserve it though. Guess I have to be extra careful what I say too going forwards, huh." He smiled at me laughing, I can't help but laugh as well.

The mood being somewhat better, we finally arrived at the central square fountain. This was where we would part ways to our separate dorms.

"So," Jamie began, looking away while scratching his ear. "Tyler will probably party until sunrise, so I got the room for myself." He looked back at me with a sheepish smile. "Care to join me?"

"And they say romance is dead!" I smiled back at him.

I still hadn't calmed completely down after my outburst at the party. Cutting loose with some wild sex had a certain appeal. On the other hand I was half covered in dried beer and exhausted.