To the dance floor!

With a grin, you head off to the left and into the pulsing mass of people dancing in the huge living room of the frat house. You spot a bar in the corner and make your way over to it, working your way around the edge of the crowd; as you get up to it, a girl ordering a drink pulls her shirt back down over her breasts and turns away embarrassedly, red cup in hand. You show the upper-classman manning the bar your stamp, and he hands you a cup of punch with a grin. You take a sip and nearly spit it right back out - this stuff is potent. Well, it is a college party, after all!

For a few minutes you sip and grin, watching the throng of people your age dance, writhe, and grind up on one another. Nothing too crazy seems to be happening yet, but it's definitely getting a little wild. As you start to feel warm and loose, you finish your drink and slip into the crowd, bopping and swaying to the rhythm. You lose yourself in the crowd and the music, sinking down into a haze of pulsing pleasure as you bust loose and dance.

You bump into someone on the dance floor and open your eyes, making eye contact with a curly red-haired, green-eyed girl. It's that girl you were behind just now, outside - Amy. She grins at you and throws her arms up in the air, swaying and gyrating to the music. Your eyes widen in delight as she backs up on you a little and you tentatively place your hands on her waist. She gives you a reassuring smile over her shoulder as you begin to grind with her. You feel yourself starting to get hard as she rubs her small but firm ass up against you through your jeans.

You grind and dance for a good while, switching dances and steps and positions occasionally. At one point she turns around and drapes her arms around your neck while you still have your hands around her waist, hanging onto you while you both groove before she suddenly leans in and kisses you deeply. You make out for a few minutes on the dance floor before she pulls away, grabs your hand and drags you off of it.

"Where we going?" you shout over the music.

"I want a drink!" she calls back. As you get out of the crowd, she turns back to you. "I'm Amy...good to meet you. You've got some moves! I like it," she says with a grin.

"Luke," you say. "And likewise!"

You approach the bar and Amy casually pulls her tank top down to expose the tit with the lipstick mark on it. "Gimme some juice, man!" she says to the bartender with a laugh.

"Ugggh! Oh, uh, yeah, here," he says, seeming immensely distracted. Curious, you step closer to the bar, then burst out laughing. There's a girl on her knees back there, sucking the bartender off enthusiastically behind the bar. Amy leans over and gets a good look too as she takes the drinks from the very distracted frat bro.

"Nice," she comments. She passes one cup to you and gives you a little toast, left breast still hanging out. "So, you come here alone?"

"Uh, yeah," you say. "I did."

"Mmmmm," she takes a long drink and looks you steadily in the eye. "Just so you know, you'll be leaving that way too. Or at least, you won't be leaving with me. You might get lucky and find someone sluttier, I guess."

You chuckle. "That's ok. You came in with another girl, didn't you? I was behind you on the way in."

"Oh yeah, Chanelle. My roommate. She's the fucking cutest, but she didn't feel like dancing. Me, I love this shit. She's a little more shy and retiring."

"Well, I'm glad you like to dance," you say, still speaking up over the pulsing music. "I was starting to feel all alone out on that dance floor!"

"No worries, stud, I gotchu," Amy says with a laugh. She takes another sip of her drink, and as she does so, the music suddenly fades and the lights flicker on. Everyone looks around in surprise, until a voice comes over the sound system, squealing slightly with a burst of feedback.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for coming to the first Delta Omega Mu party of the school year! We're so thrilled that you could join us. As usual, our president - now Mr. James Harrison - would like to say a few words. Please, gather in the front foyer so that he can get this party officially staaaaaaaaaaaaarted!"

Amy grins at you, drains her cup, and slips her breast back into her top. "Well. Nice to meet you, Luke. Happy to dance with you any time..." She steps in close to you and murmurs, "Maybe I'll see you again under more intimate circumstances one day...seems like you've got a lot of talent to work with there." She brushes her fingers over your dick, through your pants, and giggles, stepping away. "...But right now I should go find Chanelle. Bye! Enjoy the party!"

"See ya, Amy!" you call, grinning widely as the sexy redhead departs. You drain your cup and wander out to the foyer, curious to see what's next.