No, she goes alone

Alpha Pi Beta was located in a somewhat uncharming residential area. Full of closely packed houses in an almost British style, it was the kind of place that in the States would be assumed to have a greatly overbearing homeowner’s association. The frat house itself was one of the bigger ones on the street. It had a single large tree on the small front lawn, a large porch, and a thoroughly over-packed driveway. Bassy music thumped its way outward and mingled with the shouts of already-drunk frosh.

Izzy was dressed for the occasion, sporting a tiny white tube top and matching booty shorts. The fabric hugged her pantyless pussy, creating what she hoped to be an appealing cameltoe. Now she just had to avoid making any embarrassing wet spots…

She’d thought about inviting Gwen, but figured the prudish girl would just slow her down. Besides, she wanted to meet some new people here.

She popped up the porch stairs, passing a pair of upper-year girls who were sat on the top step sharing a joint. Giving them a slightly shy smile, exchanged for apathetic nods on their part, Izzy moved onward, stepping through the open door and over the threshold.

Inside, the music was even more deafening, and the smells of beer and weed and… other things… mixed freely. She looked around, hoping to spot the femboy who invited her—she wished she’d gotten his name—or any other friendly face that could serve as a guide.

No such luck, though her gaze did catch sight of some good-looking frat boys. Coming here had definitely been the right decision. If she could get lucky on her first night at college, that would have to be a good sign of things to come.

Izzy started pushing her way into the crowd, seeking the femboy from earlier.