Sigma House

Music pours from the windows of Sigma house. Toilet paper grows from the trees. A black Dodge Charger from the 70s sits on cinder blocks in the driveway. Beer cans litter the lawn. An old school bus is parked along a decrepit fence in the side yard.

We step up the stairs.

“Shall we?” I ask. Peter nods and I push the right side of a double door in.

A fat dude with a football helmet comes flying down the stairs in a plastic sled. He crashes into the left side of the door, right in front of us.

“WHOOOO!” He screams and leaps up. He reaches his arms out and puts a can of cold beer in each of our hands, a crazy look in his eyes.

“Thanks man, nice helmet by the way.” I tell him.

“I’m reliving old glories of the gridiron.” He strikes the heisman pose. He’s really bizarre looking, almost like Frankenstein’s monster if he was fat. “I’m Tony.”

We shake his hand. “I’m Kevin, and this is my dude Petey.”

“Kevin and Petey, right on.” He takes the helmet off, throws it over his shoulder, and nods his head for us to follow him. We step over the sled. People are dancing and talking and drinking everywhere and there’s barely room to stand. I crack my beer and take a few sips. My eyes leap about the room, filled with some of the sexiest girls I’ve ever seen in my life.

The moment we step through a doorway, the most incredible ass I’ve ever seen is right in front of me, shaking and dancing in skin tight black shorts that don’t even cover all of her cheeks. She turns around, her nipples bursting through the little white tank top she’s wearing. Kappa Zeta Psi, it reads. Kappa Zeta Psi, or just Kappa for short, is the sister sorority to Sigma, their house standing right next door. This hot, busty blonde will be a common sight around here.

“Hiiii!” She slurs, a red solo cup in her hand. She sounds like she does not have a thought in her head. “What’s up TO-NY?”

He chest bumps her.

“Mandyyy!” Tony shouts, reaching his hand out to grab another beer from somebody. He bites a hole in it with his canine, puts his mouth over the hole, pops the tab and shotguns the entire thing. He crushes the can and with a high, arcing throw, lands it right into a garbage can all the way on the other side of the room. “These dudes are, uh, Kevin and, uh.”

“Peter.”

“Yeah, Peter. I’m taking them downstairs to talk to Derek.”

“Who’s Derek?” I ask.

“Rush chairman.” Tony tells me. “He’s the guy you want to talk to if you like what you see here.”

We follow Tony downstairs, to a room with a small bar and a pool table, and he takes us to the end of the bar.

“TO-NY!” A good looking, dark haired dude yells, a beer in his hand.

“Derek, my dude, my bro, I have two dashing young men for you.”

“Hell yeah!” Derek says and slaps him up.

“What’s going on dudes?” Derek asks us.

“I’m Kevin.” I say, and slap him up.

“Peter.”

“Yeah, Peter.” Derek laughs, slapping Peter up. “Peter’s another word for dick! That’s awesome!”

“Yeah, awesome.” Peter nods along nervously.

“I’ll leave you to it.” A voice comes from next to him.

It’s a blonde, magnificently pretty, the brightest blue eyes and a sexy, elegant figure. She’s a senior, judging from the looks of her.

“I’m Mackenzie.” She says, giving me a little shoulder hug. “President of Kappa Zeta Psi.”

“President of Kappa!” I smile, trying to not lose my shit. “Great to meet you.”

She gives me a little smile then turns to Peter. He stands, awkwardly, straight up with his hands at his sides. He reaches his hand out for a handshake. She grips the top of his hand with the tips of her fingers and gives it an awkward little shake. Derek catches me trying not to crack up and it looks like he’s doing the same thing as me.

“You dudes liking the party?” He asks us, standing between us with his arms over our shoulders.

“Hell yeah, this is awesome!” I tell him.

“If you’re into this shit man, there’s no better place than right here.” Derek explains. “You dudes should think about pledging.”

He looks at me and points throughout the room.

“You’re a good looking dude, man. If you become a brother here you could get a TON of pussy.” He tells me. “I’m gonna be around, just hang out and find me later, I’ll give you the details if you’re down.”

“Alright man, sounds good.” I say, slapping him up.

“Hey, by the way.” Derek tells me. “I caught that little blonde over there checking you out.” He works his way around the bar and pulls two new cans of beer out.

I finish the can I’m holding and set it down.

Derek leans into me. “I saw her last night in the Kappa house, she’s one of their pledges. Bring her a drink and talk to her. You play your cards right and you could pull that dude.”