Yes

The two of you walk into the dance room, where she takes off her hoody and tosses it into a chair. You lead her out on the floor, listening to some techno-dance music that doesn't appeal to you at all. It seems to work for Vanessa though, because she undulates around you, making you the center of her own erotic dance. You find yourself just turning to give her something the writhe against and cling to.

Several of her sorority sisters seem impressed, and you hear shouts of "You go, girl!" as she wriggles herself to a writhing squat in front of you, trailing her hands down you, making a brief allegory of fellatio before rising and wrapping her fingers around your neck and swaying her lithe body against you. Her eyes are half lidded, staring at you with unbridled lust as she bites her plump lower lip.

Finally the song ends and you pull her to you, your hands on her slim waist, and kiss her. She kisses you back, then her mouth slips away nuzzling near your ear. She takes your hand and leads you off the floor, accepting a few high fives from both girls and boys.

"Damn, that was hot girlfriend," a female voice says, the owner of it hugging Vanessa. You recognize Brooke as she breaks the hug and grins at you. "And don't you look fine, Mr. Whatever Your Name Is? Got my roomy laying down some sexy moves on the dance floor." She hugs you too, and you smell the distinct odor of **** on her.

"Hey Vanessa, can I borrow your date? I'd like a dance with Mr. Whatshisname." Vanessa looks annoyed, tossing her hair, and Brooke smirks at her. "Come on, girlfriend. You know the rules. Tonight the pledges have to share." Vanessa bites her lips and nods.