Jason

Izzy mulled her options over, idly watching an upperclassman poke at the fire with a stick. As she sat, a question occurred to her, and she leaned over to Jordyn.

“How do you know any of this?” she asked. “It’s your first year too, isn’t it?”

Jordyn leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head. “Remember how I said a friend of mine is in this frat?”

Izzy nodded.

“Well we’ve been friends since we were little, but he’s two years older than me—he’s a third year student. He’s regaled me with pleeeenty of stories over the last two years.”

Izzy nodded again. Made sense.

“Which one would you suggest?” she asked him. “Jason or Peter?”

Jordyn cocked his head before eventually answering, “Jason. Peter’s a bit hotter, and you’ll have to share Jason, but from what I’ve heard he’s a better fuck.”

It was a decent argument. “Alright!” Izzy said, lithely popping to her feet. “Where do I find him?”

The femboy shrugged. “Upstairs, somewhere. Just listen for the sound of moaning.”

Izzy bit her lip. With any luck, she’d be adding to those sounds soon enough.

“Alright. I’m going to go looking,” she said, then glanced down at Gwen, still sitting at the bottom of the steps looking out at the fire. “When she notices I’m gone, tell her I went upstairs to use the toilet and she should come find me. Hopefully she’ll wander in and finally get what she’s pretending she doesn’t need…”

Jordyn just gave a mock salute and a wicked grin.

Back indoors, Izzy wove her way through the crowd of intoxicated, gyrating youths. The stairs were right by the front door, so she had to work her way all the way through the house. After narrowly dodging a spilled cup of beer, she got to the stairwell and hopped up it quickly.

Compared to the crowd down below, upstairs was basically deserted. A couple senior girls were chatting on the landing, but that was about it. One of them glanced at Izzy momentarily, then returned to her conversation.

Jordyn had said to just listen for the orgy, but with the blaring music from down below, that was pretty much impossible. Fortunately, it didn’t seem like it would be too hard to find her target; all but two of the doors off of this hall were open, revealing empty, orgy-less rooms. The two that were shut were side by side, directly opposite Izzy.