The Upstairs

"So Ethan is it? You aren't exactly shy, aren't you? Those eyes are almost burning holes in my top from all of that staring." Just then he had been taking a sip from his drink, so Missy had the amusing sight of Ethan coughing up a bit of his beer. "Damn lady, warn a guy when you are going to drop such a remark on him." He shook his head, chuckled and then seemed to come to a decision. He leaned forward, being only marginally taller than her he did not need to adjust his stance much to press his lips onto hers. She was taken by surprise at first, but then did allow his tongue entry after it had tapped gently on her still clenched teeth. There was a bout of frenching after that, Missy instinctively finding a side table to put her beer bottle away before she could accidentally drop it. She hadn't even planned to make out with this guy, wasn't overly her type, though he was sort of cute in a preppy way. After a few minutes, they both came up for air, at which point one of Ethan's hands had snaked its way underneath her top and he was copping a feel of her left tit. "Oh, so staring at them was no longer enough, was it?" He seemed to be slightly out of breath too, though he looked past her, outside of the dining room and to the central staircase which found itself in between the dining and sitting room. "Wanna head upstairs babe? We can get more comfortable there?" Missy was reminded of seeing Elena head upstairs with Anthony, no doubt to fuck. The invitation held that promise for sure, though for whatever reason, when offered Ethan's hand again, she took it and allowed him to lead her to the stairs, and then climb them.

The music was slightly quieter upstairs, which helped reveal that yes, lots of couples had come up here to fuck. They could hear a cacaphony of noises all easily associated with couples hooking up. Moans, screams, yelps, the repeated encouragement of one very enthusiastic girl _'Oh yeah... right there... right there baby... keep going... don't stop daddy...' _Missy giggled and shook her head. "I wonder what her real daddy would think of all that!" Ethan proceeded to stick his head inside the various rooms, opening the door a crack, often times earning swear words and profanities from its occupants, who told him in no uncertain terms to fuck off. If they wanted to find an empty room, it seemed like they might have been out of luck already. Then they arrived at the end of the corridor. To the left of them and in front of them were two more doors. To the right of them was a small alcove where the corridor widened at the end. At first Missy thought that little space was empty, then she saw movement concealed slightly by the shadows in the corner. Then she recognized a familiar voice. "Oh yeah baby... give me that big dick... fuck yeah that feels good." It was definitely Elena, confirmed when Ethan used his smartphone light to illuminate the darkened corner. There was Elena, her pleated mini-skirt hiked all the way up, her panties dangling around her right ankle. Anthony behind her, pumping what was clearly a sizable black cock in and out of her brand-new roomie. "Fuck... Cartwright, you better turn that light off or I'll make you eat that phone!" At Anthony's angry words, Ethan grinned, but still did what he was told, switching his iPhone light off again and affording the rutting pair a bit of privacy in the obscurity of the shadowy corner.

Just when Missy was kind of convinced that their attempts to find a room to use for a bit of frivolous fun of their own would be entirely fruitless, Ethan pushed open the final door in the first floor corridor. And clearly he recognized whoever was using it. After the occupant had told Ethan to fuck off, Ethan addressed him in a stern voice. "Is that how a pledge talks to a full brother, Matthews? Get your ass out of this room right now, I need it." The Xi Delta Psi pledge had finally recognized Ethan as one of his fraternity brothers, meaning that as a lowly pledge he was meant to do whatever he was told. Even if it meant giving up a room in the middle of bedding a girl. A quite unhappy looking brunette girl exited the room first, rearranging her dress again, followed by a sheepishly smiling, pock-faced youngster, clearly already resigned to the fact that he was going to go home with blue balls, considering his conquest's annoyed state at their coitus interruptus. As Missy turned her attention back to Ethan, he made an exaggerated bow and extended his hand. "M'Lady, I do believe I have procured us accommodations. Shall we?" Missy rolled her eyes at his terrible attempt at an old-timey English accent, but still took his hand and allowed herself to be led into the room. It was tiny, definitely not where anyone from the sorority leadership slept, but it did have a decent sized and comfy looking bed.