If a mystery box means fun...

Claire and Denise giggled like bandits as they came downstairs, wondering what had happened to the party. All that was left was toppled flip cups and a few pairs of ladies underwear strewn around the empty room. Denise grabbed one of the empty containers of Vodka high and yelled, "Where are my people at!!?"

Jeremy, the owner of this fine college party establishment, poked his head out of the study. "They decided to fuck off like silly little losers. I guess Alpha Tau Epsilon down the block has more drunk loose bitches than us." Jeremy was one of those guys Claire had judged as too smart, handsome, tall, and rich for his own good. His parents thought he was living up to the family name, but instead he was living it up the college way. He'll no doubt be a 'successful black business leader', with the help of his parent's money, in his future, but for now he was planning on graduating in six years. Claire crushed hard on Jeremy, but always felt that right now, at least, their lives were headed in different directions.

"What!?" Scoffed Denise, "We aren't drunk and loose enough? I'm offended."

"Be very offended." He grinned and waved us over. "Anyways, Lev brought some old game so we're just drinking and shooting the shit in the study."

"Old games don't sound like my scene, maybe we should go down the block and join the 'loose bitch party.'" Claire huffed, jokingly. She couldn't help but notice Jeremy eyeing her ass in the pencil skirt as she spoke.

"I promise it'll be fun. Please don't make me beg. Plus, I'll mix you both drinks if you stay." He grinned a warm, generous smile that made Claire's knees go weak.

"I'll take a sex on the beach." Said Denise confidently as traipsed up to him, kissed his cheek, and entered the study.

"Same." Said Claire, walking past acting nonchalant. Claire had never been so overt with her sexuality, but she knew Jeremy was staring at her ass again as she passed through the entryway. She lifted the back of her skirt just a bit as she turned around to catch him. His face was shocked as she winked at him. "Chop. Chop."

"As you wish."

Dillon was undoubtedly laughing at some pervy joke as Lev whispered in his ear on the far couch. The study seemed to reside in another world relative to the college craziness that had previously occupied the rest of the house. The walls were lined with full bookshelves. Two leather couches faced each other and a table, the perfect height for feet and drinks. The wooden floors and large patterned rug were lit by a large fireplace across from it, the far wall held a large, stupidly fancy wooden desk where Jeremy declined to do his actual studying. Still, Claire knew that he had probably read most of these books. One ornate, high-backed chair sat at an angle to the fireplace that everyone knew was Jeremy's throne. Right now it was occupied by Selena, an emo chick with an attitude that was fingering the small tree pattern on the back of a wooden box. She seemed determined to figure it out, like it was a mystery.

Selena was a bad bitch if there ever was one. She had a turbulent childhood, but landed on her feet and even got a full scholarship to Luther College. She was the type of person Claire would never hang with unless Jeremy hadn't vouched for her. He said, "She may be tough, but she's been there for me when I needed her. Trust me. She's a good friend to have." So, Claire learned to find the soft surfaces in her rough edges.

Dillon kept laughing at whatever Lev was whispering into his ear. Claire couldn't stand Dillon's stupid face tonight, but she didn't let on as Dillon cast her a wondering stare. Denise pranced over next to Dillon and plopped down on his lap, playing along as his loving girlfriend. "Hey baby," she gave him a big, slobbery smooch as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Any animus of her impending betrayal melted away as he squeezed Denise's buttocks, partially pulling up her skirt and revealing her black thong underneath to me and Selena. Lev took the PDA as a cue to give them space and plopped down next to me on the opposite couch.

"Okay you two," I chime, "If you're going to share spit the whole time, get a room."

Denise stopped her make out sesh' and fell against the couch, spreading her arms to for maximum comfort. "Can I not show my man a little love?" The room was silent for a moment. "Fine." She said as she rolled her eyes. She was either a damn good liar or she hasn't gotten over him.

"You could always join us, Claire." Dillon said with a wink.

Claire rolled her eyes with maximum sass. "Could Dillon be any more of a dick?" she thought. A flashback of his exposed cock reminded her just how uncomfortable he made her feel. He had the charm and body of a star, but wielded it callously and without regard for anyone else. Her inner monologue continued, "Why do all the douche-bags have to have big cocks?" Claire considered a witty comeback, but decided his words did not grace a response.

"C'mon... it would be fun. Right, Denise?" Dillon continued. If looks could kill, Claire would be a murderer. She stared him down, but he laughed it off.

"What, am I not good enough, baby?" Denise whined plumping up her tits and biting her lips. Denise was sex appeal on show tonight. How could Dillon want anything other than that?

"No, baby you're great..." He stammered before being cut off.

"Keep it in your pants Dillon." Said Lev. "There's plenty of time for a romance later, but right now I want to see what the box is." Claire never understood Lev and wasn't sure anyone did. He was from Eastern Europe somewhere and had some real odd stories and views on life. She had heard several of his more outrageous stories, from saving a kid in a burning building to fighting a bear for food. Lev also had insane beliefs of everything from choice being an illusion to **** being an infinite cycle and that he was everyone at different points in his ascension to Godhood. In this life, at least, he was a curious and crazy college kid just trying to figure it out like everyone else.

"Selena, you got any guesses how it works?" She just shrugged and tossed it to him. "Woah! Woah! Careful, it might be fragile."

Jeremy returned with drinks on a tray and set it on the table in the center. "Drinks have arrived! These ones are for the ladies. Lagavulin for the guys, because I treat my friends who keep the party going and of course you, Selena." He motioned the glass of expensive whiskey, but kept it at bay as she reached out. "You know the rules. My chair, please." Selena exchanged Jeremy's throne for a drink and sat next to Claire.

They all had their drinks and the game was set.

"So, how do we start?" Asked Jeremy.