YOLO, FOMO and the rest. Accept the invite.

Despite your initial trepidation you realise that staying indoors all year is not for you. “Hey what’s life without a few risks?” you think. You accept Di’s invitation, and the short fire cracker of a girl grins and pumps her arm in triumph as if you had agreed to some monumental decision.

Friday 21:30

You share a taxi with Diana and her assertive mohawk sporting goth girlfriend Grace to get to Möbius Plaza and the frat house.

It is a balmy night and you are wearing a tight singlet, which presents your breasts nicely and a simple but figure-hugging denim skirt which ends a few inches above the knee. Not prudish by any means but perhaps not quite as racy as you’d normally go for. You want guys to remember you but perhaps not go too crazy lusting after you.

When you arrive at the frat house it is as Diana had said, crowded but not raucous. There were a few people milling about outside and you say hi to a couple of girlfriends you hadn’t seen for a few weeks. Outside Di and Gracie introduce you to some of Gracie’s dorm house friends. A slightly pudgy big breasted and nerdy freshman year girl called Carolina, a redhead called Maise her boyfriend Broden and bizarrely a talking velociraptor who is introduced as Alan. They are nice enough but not the normal crowd you’d hangout with. When the conversation quickly turns to plans for the evening and Maise says half to the group and half to her boyfriend “If I don’t get a good lay this evening I will die!” you are done.

“Ok, Di I’m going to head inside and check out what’s happening” you say. Diana smiles distractedly and turns back to her friends.

You mount the steps up to the entrance and towards the music.

The massive front door to the frat house leads immediately into a central lounge room and a few adjoining communal spaces. For some reason someone had thought a tasteless green vibe was the best thing to go for; olive green throws over the couches, lime green paper tablecloths protecting the coffee table from spillages, even some luminous pear green paint streaking the walls in dotted line. “Freshmen frat boys” you think to yourself, mentally shaking your head. “The University should consider offering an interior design course” You glanced again at the painted walls “hope that’s removable or that’s their deposit.” Then you catch yourself as you realise you’re even boring yourself. “Thinking about rental deposits? Really Cindy? Fuck! Girl you need to get laid.” You supress that treacherous line of thinking and take a look around at the other guests.

Most people in the house are standing around chatting, a few were dancing. A handful of couples were making out but nothing overly lewd.

“Oh. My. God. Is that Cindy South?!” a girlish Valley Speak accent cries out in delight behind you.

You turn to see a big-titted blonde bombshell all in pink hurling herself at you with a smile of delight on her face hugging you and kissing your cheek. For a second you wince thinking it is Mandy. Then you realise it is Aurora Bennet Mandy’s new squeeze. Despite her enthusastic greeting you barely know the girl.

“Oh Fuck My Life. What are the fucking chances?” But what you say is “Oh hi. Aurora isn’t it?” warily appraising the pretty but heavily made up girl and trying to spot any semen related dirty tricks she may be trying to pull.

There is not a hint of malice in her eyes and she genuinely looks pleased to see you. “You know it babe. I know we haven’t talked in a while but any friend of Mandy's is a friend of mine.” She takes both your hands and leans back to appraise you herself “You look UH-MAZING!” she states seriously.

You can’t sense any sarcasm in her voice “uh..thanks, Aurora” you say. “Any friend of Mandy’s…wait what?!” “I don’t want to be rude about your…girlfriend?”

“Yup..four days now!” she nods cheerfully.

“But I’m not sure we’re exactly friends. I don’t know if she’s told you what’s been happening recently?” you say trying to get a sense of what she knows.

“Oh I know you’ve got a GAME going on babe. “Who can resist sexy time with men the longest” She giggles and shakes her ample breasts and brushes her mane of blonde hair back “OMG. I would be so awful at that GAME you don’t even know it. You know I haven’t even been able to resist men these last couple of days. Mandy gets so mad.” she giggles again. She frowns for a second, having lost her train of “thought”. Then she brightens up finding it again “Like GAMES come and go though, darling. Mandy is always talking about you though, so you must, like, be really close. You’ll be BFFs again soon! No doubt babe.”

This must be a set up and you’re not playing along. “Yeah, Mandy’s probably just angry she can’t swallow cum for a few days. It’s her favourite chaser and she’s missing it.” you say sarcastically.

The Bimbofied Aurora seems to take this at face value though “Oh I had no idea! Is it like the salty taste she craves? Then maybe uh like there’s something I could do with a drink for her. Maybe if it like doesn’t come from the guy directly it’ll still count as resisting” she ponders this quandary “I’ll need to think about that.”

“Yeah, perhaps you could arrange swapping jizz with her mouth to mouth. I am sure suggesting that to her will go down well.” you say tiring of this conversation with the airheaded bimbo who hasn’t the faintest idea of the stakes involved.

“Definitely a thought babe” she says.

Then something occurs to you and your heart skips a beat.

“Hey Aurora, is Mandy here at this party, tonight?” you ask suddenly concerned.

“You know it babe” Aurora says. “She’s like right in there” She points through an interior archway, and across an adjoining room, a games room judging by the foosball tables, also decorated with a hideous green motif. She is obviously indicating another communal room; this one seems have been decorated by someone obsessed with orange.

“Well shiiit!”