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Chapter 13 by HistoricoPublius HistoricoPublius

Well? Do you stay or do you go?

Stay here with Derek and Leah

"I think I'll stay," you say amiably. "If you think you'll be ok getting home, that is," you add for Judy.

"Oh, I'll be fine. Just don't, you know...don't you lot party too hard, understood?" Judy says, cutting her eyes at the three of you. Derek laughs, and you smile, while Leah looks aside. Judy pauses before she leaves and touches Leah's hand. "Seriously, though, Leah, text me if you need something, all right?" The blonde girl nods uncertainly and Judy gives her a reassuring smile before heading for the door.

"Well, what now?" you ask Leah and Derek, turning back to them. "Are we heading back to the dance floor? Or the living room? Or..."

"I don't know that that's much of an option, my dude," Derek drawls. "This is turnin' into another kinda party!"

He's right, you realize as you look around. While there are still quite a few people lounging about and talking, the main activity being done to the thumping club music isn't dancing - it's fucking. Not far into the former games room, you can see a couple of clothed girls (guests, apparently, not house girls) chatting while they hold up the legs of a moaning, curvy brunette so that the guy they're with can plow her cunt. Just a dozen feet from you, two of the mouth-girls have been surrounded by a circle of college bros and are being kept busy scampering about on their knees, trying to keep all the cocks hard. And of course, on his high platform Yang the Stud has tired of his bitch's mouth and has tossed her onto her back, pulling both her legs over one shoulder while he reams her pussy with slow, deep thrusts, taking visible delight in making her breasts jiggle and getting a little scream out of her with each powerful pump.

"You're right," you admit. "And, uh...well, I don't know if I..."

"Oh nah, man, me neither, this is a little wild for my blood," Derek says with a raucous laugh. "C'mon, let's find a room upstairs, then we can hang out and talk without all o' this." He slings an arm casually around nervous-looking Leah, and leads the way, weaving slightly, around the fornicating college students and up the foyer stairs.

"So, what's yer girl's name, man?" Derek asks as you climb the stairs. You're momentarily distracted by the sudden bird's-eye view of the orgy, but you try to keep your mind on the conversation.

"Er, Jenny...Jenny Pierce," you mutter.

"Huh. Haven't met 'er. Sounds like she could use to relax a little, learn to enjoy this kinda school. Get a little Vitamin O, knowwhatImean? Heh heh - oh shit!"

Derek's pushed open the first door at the top of the stairs and hurriedly closes it as Leah claps a hand to her mouth. You don't quite get a good look at what's going on inside, but you're pretty sure it involves one of the two "party girls" suspended from the ceiling in an uncomfortable position, taking a dick in each end while Briana Windham beats her with a flogger.

"Whoopsie, whoopsie, room's occupied. Lessgo..." Derek says with a chuckle, drawing Leah down the hallway. You're tempted to stay and learn more - that room looked educational, and you are in college - but you want to maintain these friendships, so you follow the two of them.

Derek skips the next door out of caution, then listens carefully at the third. "I don't hear nothin'...think this should be ok..." He cracks it open carefully, then nods. "Bingo. C'mon in!"

The room he leads you into is a decently appointed (by frat-house standards) double room, with two large beds, desks, and cushy armchairs. It's not even trashed yet. Derek grins and spreads his arms wide as you and Leah follow him in. "Mi casa es su casa! Actualmente, yo pienso que la casa de...these guys...es su casa. Whatever, you get it."

You chuckle and flop onto one of the armchairs as Derek sprawls on one of the beds, apparently unconcerned with the opinion of its owner. Leah awkwardly perches next to him on the bed as he takes another long drink from his plastic cup. You take another sip as well, albeit more conservatively.

"So where're you from, Derek?" you ask, wanting to make conversation.

"New Or-Leans, baby!" Derek exclaims. "City of parties and music and fun!"

You chuckle. "So this must not be very shocking to you, then."

"I seen weirder on Bourbon Street, yeah," Derek says with a chuckle. "But this pairing thing...that part's new an' different. Feel like I lucked out, gettin' matched up with a bombshell like Leah."

Leah blushes scarlet and looks down. "Oh, stop that," she says, flapping a hand at Derek.

"Nah, I'm serious! You're a fuckin' looker, man! Get up and turn around, let Luke get a good lookatchu."

Leah opens her mouth to reply, closes it, swallows, but stands with an awkward smile and does a little pirouette for you. She is good-looking, particularly if you like girls on the curvier, softer side: she's got huge tits and thick thighs, with a booty to match. For a blonde girl who sounds like she's from Texas, this girl looks delicious - and this is her in just a tank top and some gym shorts. You grin as Leah sits down.

"You did luck out, man," you tell him. "Did you, Leah?"

"Did - yeah. Sure," she says hesitantly.

"Lemme tell you she is a sweetie-pie, too!" Derek exclaims, apparently not noticing Leah's hesitation. "Just the nicest little Southern belle you ever met. Only thing is you don't stand up enough for yourself, girl! You gotta not just let me talk all over you, what were you saying just now?"

"I - it's nothing. I don't mind, really," Leah says, blushing.

"Nah, c'mon, what was it?"

"No, really, it's - it's nothing. Come on, talk, I don't like having to talk," she says hurriedly.

"Well, ok then," Derek says, shrugging and taking another long sip. He looks around himself, bleary-eyed. "...What were we talking about?" He looks at Leah and smiles hazily. "Awwww, shucks, you're so pretty girl. I'm tempted to tell you to get over here an' snuggle me right to sleep."

"You...you can do that," Leah says in a carefully neutral tone.

"Naaaah, I'm not an asshole. I like yah, not gonna **** you to do nothin'. Besides, this ain't...my bed..." He looks around again. "It ain't my bed, right?"

Hoo boy. Looks like Derek is getting pretty drunk. Which...hey, might be some kind of opportunity for you. If you want to be that way.

What are you going to do now?

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