A walk down to Greek Row

The air outside Louise’s apartment is remarkably brisk as dusk has passed into the black chill of night air. You five make your way briskly down the side streets headed for the downtown, the university, and the adjacent Greek Row.

“Looks like we are not the only ones out tonight,” Tatiana muses, as a group of freshmen boys bumble past, faces down at their phone flashlights to guide their path down the darkened streets and sidewalks headed the other way.

“Dude, I don’t think the party is this way,” you hear one of them say.

“No dude, my ‘in’ say that the place with all the babes is just up on the left here, just a couple more blocks,” another replies.

“Are you sure, dude?” another one asks.

“Trust me, dude, we’re nearly there,” the one with the ‘in’ replies.

You catch yourself looking over your shoulder as the forlorn hope of young bucks move together down empty streets in search of babes out through the darkness of the poorly lit streets.

You feel somebody bump into your shoulder. “Do you think that they all take turns with the brain cell?” you hear Tatiana muse through the darkness.

“Probably,” you shrug with a smile.

“Do you think that they know that they’re headed the wrong way?” Victoria asks, walking hand in hand with Andrew now ahead of you.

“Probably not,” you chuckle.

“That’s gotta be for the best,” Louise adds from behind you.

“Why’s that?” you ask.

“Well,” Louise laughs, “if they can’t find their way to the party I can’t imagine that they could have anything interesting to say or do once they’re there.”

“I am counting saving some poor girls from having their ears talked off by a dude with a dial tone for a personality is my good turn for the night,” Tatiana laughs.

“That’s hardly a good turn,” Victoria replies, “I mean, you didn’t even do anything, you just let them walk by.”

“Alright then,” Tatiana replies, “what should I have done, then?”

“You could have told them to go up a couple more blocks, take a right turn, then another right turn, then another right turn, then another right turn, and then keep going until they see the party that is totally happening there,” Victoria replies.

“Do you think that they’d still be there when we came back?” Louise snorts.

“Probably,” Victoria replies.

“Come on,” Louise laughs, “you two are too mean to the little ones, they’re still basically kids!”

“Kids old enough to hold a drink and hit on everything that moves,” Tatiana huffs, bumping your shoulder again in the dark.

Cars start passing by, their headlights throwing strange and angular shadows over the streets, the houses, the garbage cans on the streets. Some are blasting music so loud you can make out the lyrics through rolled up windows.

You swear as another car passes by that you can see ahead of you Victoria’s skirt rolled up nearly all the way up to her shapely hips. A little black thong between pale cheeks. Another car rolls by and you can just make out what you swear is Andrew’s hand reaching down to grope an exposed white cheek.

Then a truck rolls by and Victoria’s skirt has been rolled down again.

Another group of ‘kids’ walk by you, moving faster and passing on the streetside of the sidewalk, a group of half a dozen college freshmen girls wearing outfits that scream ‘part-aye!’ with short skirts, tall heels, little shoulder purses, and laughs like tinkling glass. But they also have entirely too much perfume, hips wiggling too much, and too many side glances at passers-by screaming ‘are you looking at me?’, to appear truly confident as they strut along.

You feel your new senses hit all at once once more. Smells of fresh blood, medical ****, and flowery nectar along with the multicolored reds, grays, and pinks flash across your brain pan like flashes of a search light going off in your face. You lick your lips, connecting color and smell to each girl as fast as you can go.

You catch one of the girls as she looks back over her shoulder and meets your gaze for a single moment. You can make out her big eyes and long legs amid a passing car’s headlights. Your senses sharpen to a point as you focus on her, the beam of the searchlight narrowing down to a point of specific abstract information. Pink. Flowery. Ovulating.

You feel the heat in your stomach drop down to your crotch, your cock beginning to rapidly grow. Precum leaking. Balls starting to churn. You lick your lips, taking an extra step forwards after her and stumble over the edge of the sidewalk.

Tatiana’s hand is on your hip before you can go tripping into the grass.

“Oh, you're feeling it already, John?” Louise teases.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you chuckle, “it's just too dark,” dark enough that the gaggle of girls is already gone.

“Just watch where you step,” Tatiana comments, releasing you.

“Thanks,” you reply, nodding and Tatiana nods back.

The five of you walk on, chatting among yourselves through the gathering street lights of downtown, past townies that even in their advanced age still find time to gawk at Tatiana, Victoria, and Louise as you pass them by.

Through the Poly State University campus you pass, groups of revelers going this way and that. The night is still young by college standards but the signs of debauchery are already around. Beer cans and bottles ring overflowing garbage cans. Glass glitters on walkways. A pair of students making out on a bench fail to acknowledge the noise and the people walking right by them, far more interested in interior discoveries. You can hear bass pounding in the distance ahead of you.

“Well,” Andrew announces, “it certainly is just as bad as I remember it,” he shrugs, looking over the scene as you exit the campus onto the street whose name you and generations of Poly State students never bothered to learn because it was and is always known as Greek Row.

OCC: Comment with any suggestions of what you should do on Greek Row