You go to the party.

You decide to go to the Tri Delta party. You look are excited all evening long as you eat dinner and get dressed to go out. Eventually you meet out in the lounge. There are about 25 of you altogether. Names are thrown out but you can’t remember most of them. You recognize a brown-haired guy who lives next to you, who identifies himself as Tom. He’s got a good sense of humor and spends a lot of the walk out to the house cracking jokes with people.

Eventually you arrive at a white house with a large porch and balcony. Outside pink letters indicate that it is the Tri Delta sorority. A kid you don’t know knocks on the door and it’s opened by a pretty brunette who hugs him and then lets everyone in.

Inside the party was just getting started. Loud music pumped out of unseen speakers. However it was mostly sorority girls standing in front of the bar drinking. One or two danced seductively on the area presumably reserved for dancing. You follow the crowd to the bar, and after some jostling you are able to get a beer. By the time you turn around you’re surprised to see the place has filled up a lot more. There are now a dozen or so people dancing. You spy Tom standing on the edge of the floor joking with two of the guys you came here with.

You move in their direction, and they welcome you into the circle. You spend about twenty minutes working on your first beer and joking around before going back for another one. By now the party is really hopping. Once you’ve gotten a refill in your red plastic cup, you move onto the dance floor and begin moving to the music.

A blond girl starts edging towards you and before long it’s clear you are dancing together. Through the next couple songs you and the girl grind together. She’s got long, straight blond hair that runs down her back, and perky tits that are pushing out of her baby-blue tank top. Her ass was well defined, in tight white pants which betrayed the black thong underneath. You run out of beer and go back for thirds, this time bringing one back for her two. You try to talk, but over the music you can’t hear anything. So you dance some more. She grinds her perfect ass into your crotch, and bends over, which gets you very excited. You pull her against you, and feel her breasts against your chest. In no time you’re out of beer again, and you go back for more. When you return she’s dancing with a raven-haired, olive-skinned beauty. They make room between each other, which you slide into, and begin to dance with both of them. The beer begins to kick in, and the next two hours become a blur of bodies grinding together, lights and music. At some point the group decides to leave and you feel yourself pulled away from the two gorgeous ladies without so much as a kiss goodbye, let alone a name or number.

The next day you wake up with a throbbing headache. After a few aspirin and a nice breakfast, you’re starting to feel like normal again. You spend the rest of the weekend reading the extra material for the tutoring program. The first week of classes fly by. You’re swept up in classes, the additional lessons, and preparing to be a tutor. Occasionally you study in the lounge where Tom is usually hanging out. He introduces you to a lanky black kid named Jordan, who apparently just made the baseball team, and a tom-boyish girl named Sam. You take occasional breaks from your studying to joke with the three of them, but before long the first week of classes is over.

That weekend you decide to do laundry, and you find a piece of paper in the jeans you wore to the party last weekend. All it has on it is a phone number. You’re tempted to call, but you aren’t sure.