SSTGG Extra Story: Leadership

An extra story from SSTGG, brought to you by an anonymous winner...

Frat houses are a little gross. Very gross. During Halloween parties… doubly so.

They aren’t a place where Athena is often seen. Actually… she’s never seen in them. Athena has been as gay as gay could be since a sleepover when she was eleven, wrestling with her best friend on the floor of the living room while a movie called Red Dragon was playing on the TV. It took her a few years to realize what it was, but by the time she got to dating age, boys didn’t even enter the equation.

There is a guy in her Spanish class at the University that is pretty great. She can picture herself dating a guy like that, even being intimate with him, and being happy. That would be much more convenient than what she’s doing now, but if she walked away she’d miss out on so much. Like late nights drinking and occasionally playing with Nancy. For all her cheerleader affect, Nancy is a good listener, and she’s smart. And she’d miss out on the priceless moments like nervous, new pledges coming into the house for the first time. There’s one who’s so nerdy and prim and proper that it’s almost too much.

Thoughts like that sustain Athena as she jogs up the front steps and heads into the party that’s bursting out of the sprawling, three-story house. Gurlberg only has two fraternities, and this is the less awful of the two. Inside, the stench of beer and body odor is brutal. The costumes and half-costumes on display are abysmal. The house is packed with people, and fortunately, enough of them are girls that all the guys don’t automatically come straight for Athena the moment she arrives.

She intelligently seeks out the beer straightaway, downs a big cup of it, then draws a second cup and finds a corner of the living room to wait and pray that no one notices her. She stands out. Her respectable outfit of jeans and a cute sweater and scarf stands out among the bad costumes and pajamas being worn by everyone else. She is seriously overdressed.

She’s sitting gingerly on a little ottoman beside a dusty stereo that hasn’t been used in years. It’s just a place to put old beer cans. Athena sips cheap beer stoically.

“Ah!” she shrieks as a dark figure materializes at her side, boldly joining her on the ottoman, hip to hip. “God,” she says, letting her breath out.

It’s a girl, she’s pretty sure. Slim, and not as tall as Athena. But it’s hard to be sure of anything: the girl wears a black robe, which is thin and cheap, obviously from a Halloween store. Her mask is a dark, gray, scary, grinning skeleton. Her face and body are completely hidden, but one thing is certain.

Athena cocks her head as the skeleton looks at her.

“You aren’t Sal,” she says.

“Nope. I’m not,” the skeleton agrees. She sounds ordinary, but Athena doesn’t know her. “She’s busy.”

Athena is skeptical. “You’re CGH?”

“Come on. Not all of us are gorillas,” the girl says, nudging Athena in a friendly way.

“Fair enough.” Athena puts her purse on her lap and opens it.

“Don’t bother,” the skeleton says, stopping her. Athena sees her hand: pale, smooth, and delicate. “I’ll take care of this month.”

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t approve of what Sal’s doing,” the Skeleton says. “It’s wrong.”

“You expect me to buy that?”

“I guess not. I guess you think I’m saying this to fuck you over. You think that I’ll go back to Sal and tell her that you pulled out of the deal. So okay.” The Skeleton puts her hand out.

Athena sighs and hands over the envelope.

“And here’s one for you,” the Skeleton replies, pulling out a different envelope.

“What?” Athena says, baffled. She takes it and opens it.

“To show you I’m serious.”

“What are you supposed to be? My knight in shining armor?” Athena asks, staring at the money.

“No. But I’m not broke.” The Skeleton sighs. “And I feel for you.”

Athena is lost. “Why?”

“Because it’s hard to run a sorority.”

Athena snorts, still not quite believing what’s in front of her eyes. She doesn’t trust this girl at all, but it’s not like this is fake money. If this is a prank, it’s an expensive one.

“You’re sure?” she says.

“Of course.”

Athena puts the money in her purse. “I don’t know what to say.”

“How are you holding up? I know CCL’s been through some things, but I think paying protection money to CGH is new,” the Skeleton says, not even flinching as someone breaks a bear bottle. Someone else cranks up the music.

Athena leans close to the Skeleton to be heard.

“Running it is one thing. And money’s just money. It’s coming in after an arsonist that’s hard,” Athena admits.

“The girl before you? I heard that she fucked up,” the Skeleton says.

“She didn’t know what she was getting into. She thought that things would just snap back to normal after what that psycho did and everyone left. That’s not how it works,” Athena says, frustrated.

“The psycho? Did you ever meet her?”

Athena shakes her head. “No. I followed one of her friends on Instagram, though. Good swimsuit recs.”

The Skeleton laughs. “Me too. Are you enjoying the party?”

“This party makes my plans look good,” Athena replies, raising her voice because the music is that damn loud.

“What plans?”

“Going back, drinking some wine and crying for a while,” she says.

“You don’t have a nubile CCL pledge to keep your bed warm?”

Athena laughs. “Do you think we actually do that? I do have a good pledge. Finally. One that gives me hope.”

“Hope?”

“Hope that I can get out without the place immediately burning down.”

“Why do you care?” the Skeleton asks.

“Because being the person who rehabilitated CCL only does me any good if CCL is still around when I’m flashing that resume,” Athena says, finishing her beer.

“So you’re just in it for that?”

Athena rolls her eyes. “Mainly. But I do like it that there’s a safe place here. In a place like this. Ironically.”

“Why’s it ironic?”

“Uh, the murders?” Athena says dryly.

“Oh, right. I’m disappointed,” the Skeleton says.

“About what?”

“That CCL girls aren’t wildly having anonymous flings every chance they get.” The pale hand comes out of the black sleeve and rests on Athena’s thigh. “I mean, it’s one way to take your mind off things.”

Two beers are not enough to make Athena horny enough to do something crazy, but the relief at not having to see Sal at this horrid party… that goes a long way. She also likes this mysterious CGH girl.

So she reflects as the Skeleton leads her by the hand up the stairs, that this time-honored tradition of finding an empty bedroom at a party to make out will finally get scratched off her bucket list.

The Skeleton pulls her into one and shuts the door. There’s an awkward moment as Athena gazes uncertainly at the mask. Usually this is where there’s some kissing.

“We have to turn the lights off,” the Skeleton says. “So you can relax. If they’re on, you’ll think it’s a trap and Sal’s recording you having sex with a CGH girl for ****.”

“We’re having sex?” Athena asks as the Skeleton flicks the light, plunging the room into darkness. There’s a quiet rustle as the girl takes her mask off and moves close.

Athena finds her mouth easily. She’s a good kisser, and confident. The girl is aggressive without being pushy or rough. The imaginary makeout session with maybe a little fingering that Athena imagined she was in for isn’t on the menu. The Skeleton’s hands are in Athena’s top, caressing her skin.

And the girl doesn’t give Athena the chance to voice any doubts. She smells amazing and she isn’t afraid to use her sharp little teeth to nip playfully at Athena’s lips as she unbuckles her belt. Athena feels like a clumsy virgin and that embarrasses her. She tries to do her part, but the Skeleton’s robes aren’t good for this. There’s a slim, feminine body underneath, but the details are a mystery

Athena’s jeans are tight. The girl has them unzipped, but she needs both hands to get them off. Her presence abruptly disappears in the black of the room, and for a moment, Athena hears the loud music from downstairs. Then the girl is back, kneeling in front of her and peeling her jeans down over her rear end.

Athena steadies herself against the wall, taken aback by this situation that seems like something out of a smutty story. The girl runs one warm fingertip along Athena’s panty line, then startles her by jerking the jeans down to her knees.

Athena laughs and wobbles tipsily, but the girl is back on her feet to catch her in her arms and kiss her.

Unable to walk with her jeans down there, Athena panics for a moment as she falls, but the girl has steered her onto the bed. The bed is unmade, but at least it’s not noticeably gross. Athena’s about to roll onto her back, but the girl climbs on top of her, keeping her facing down.

The girl’s lips find her earlobe and her hand feels Athena’s body, making its way down her back, over her panty-clad bottom to her thigh, where it rests. She slides the hand between Athena’s legs, and there’s no hiding the warmth and wetness down there. The damp patch in her panties is perfectly noticeable. Athena breathes harder.

The Skeleton strokes her softly before pulling her underwear down just far enough to bare her bottom and privates. Athena is grateful for the dark; she is beyond turned on, but this wouldn’t be very dignified with the lights on. The Skeleton moves Athena’s hair and kisses the back of her neck as she reaches between her legs again.

She has skills. She’s done this before, plenty of times. Athena’s not thinking clearly enough to wonder what that means about the reality of CGH, but this girl knows how to please a woman.

“Hmm,” Athena groans, going from very turned on to wild in a heartbeat, but she has no agency. The girl doesn’t exactly have her pinned, but she’s in charge, keeping Athena on all fours, where she can please her from behind with her fingers. All Athena can do is clutch the sheets, try not to make too much noise, and be acutely aware of what her sopping pussy is doing to those angelic fingers.

When she cums, her back is bent sharply and her panting face rests against the sheets while her hindquarters shiver in the air. The orgasm was so intense that she lost track of things for a moment.

When she pulls herself together, she realizes the girl has left the room, leaving nothing but a wet handprint on Athena’s buttock. Real thoughts start to crowd back in. With mixed feelings of worry and satisfaction, she tugs her panties up, then her jeans, struggling to get them buttoned. Feeling in the dark, she finds her purse, then the light switch.

There’s a mirror in this messy room. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair is a mess, and she’s glowing in a way that she hasn’t seen in a long time. An anonymous, orgasmic hookup with a total stranger in costume in a bedroom at a frat house. Unbelievable. She brushes her hair out of her face, smiling at her reflection. The college experience. She can still taste those lips and feel those fingers.

Whoever that girl is, she’s in the wrong sorority. She is clearly a CCL girl at heart.