The guys walked us back to the dorm but didn’t stick around because they had to help get things ready for the party that night at the fraternity house. They promised, after Sierra reminded them we were going, that one of them would be back about 8:45 to take us to the party. Steve requested we dress casual in jeans and t-shirts. Sierra rolled her eyes at him, but it wasn’t much different than what Calvin would always say when he let me tag along with him, “If you want to come you have to wear jeans and a sweatshirt.” It was nice having down time after the game and before the party; I showered early then connected with both brothers and my parents.
Rather than going to the cafeteria for dinner, we ordered pizza and took our time getting ready for the party. Sierra was getting good at doing my hair and makeup, I was happy to relax while she took over. I was getting better at doing hers, but she was not as accepting and said I was not good enough for tonight. We took turns trying on outfits; we were limited to jeans and t-shirts. By the time we had tried every possible mix of hers and mine; Sierra settled on my Vigoss skinny jeans, her fitted Western State tank top and white low top Chucks. I ended up in my Rag & Bone white cropped jeans, black tank top with a white lace short sleeve top over it and my favorite TOMS. The weather was still warm so neither of us had jackets and other than our phones and the key to our room we weren’t taking anything with us. It was almost 9:00 by the time we were finished getting ready. Sierra sent both Steve and Curtis a message:
8:58 pm Sierra: You are late. We are ready to go.
9:06 pm Sierra: It is fine if you want to ignore me. Hannah & I can make our way to the party on our own. We’ll probably stop by the other 3 parties that are along the way.
9:07 pm Curtis: Sorry we’ve been busy helping. One of us will be there in 10 minutes. Please just wait for us.
9:27 pm Sierra: Last chance. We are changing clothes (you probably won’t like the new outfits) then we’ll be on our way.
9:28 pm Sierra: Oh and if I leave before you get here, I won’t have my phone with me. If you aren’t planning on coming don’t bother responding.
She was not messing around, she changed into a short denim skirt she had hidden in her non-brother approved stash. She had me snap a picture which she promptly sent off to her brothers. As she changed back into the skinny jeans she had been wearing, I told her the advice Calvin had given me about staying sober so we didn’t miss what was going on around us. We made a plan; we agreed that we would make our way to their fraternity simply to prove the point, but that we wouldn’t hit any other parties and we wouldn’t stay very long, we wouldn’t drink any alcohol, and definitely wouldn’t get sucked in by any of the guys. Steve called as we were getting ready to walk out the door; he begged her to wait for him and said he would be there in 10 minutes. We made our way down to the lobby and waited for exactly 10 minutes, when Steve still wasn’t there we decided to follow through by heading there on our own.
Fraternity row wasn’t far; it was only a 15 minute walk from our dorm. When we passed a group of girls wearing heels and short skirts, I was thankful we had opted to go with the comfortable clothes and shoes. We really did pass three other parties on our way; we did not however, pass either brother. As we made our way up the walkway to the front door, the party was already spilling out onto the front lawn. I am not going to lie, it was a major shock seeing what some of the girls were wearing. Before we went inside Sierra and I locked arms as she declared, “Let’s do this bitch. If someone tries to talk to us we can pretend we don’t speak English.” We had already agreed we wouldn’t separate from one another, and boy was I thankful for that agreement as we made our way inside the fraternity. The sights, sounds, and smells that hit as soon as we walked in the front door were hard for me to absorb. I didn’t know exactly what it was called, but I saw one girl on her knees with two guys standing in front of her while she stroked and licked their dicks. The people standing around them acted like it was no big deal; I’m sure my jaw was dragging on the floor. The music was so loud, it felt like I was at the football stadium again only instead of hearing cheers it was crazy rap music. The smells were making me gag; it smelled like beer, sweat, pee, cigarettes, and what I assumed was pot smoke.
It was hard to hear myself think, let alone what Sierra was trying to tell me. She pulled me towards the back of the main room where I could see a hallway and a set of stairs. As we got to the stairs I was able to hear her say, “We might be able to see better if we made our way up a few stairs and if all else fails, we could head to my brothers bedroom, it’s upstairs.” Once we were about halfway up the stairs we looked back into the crowd, I thought I saw Curtis but I wasn’t sure if it was him or not. I knew I didn’t see Steve and my body wasn’t tingling, which meant I didn’t think he was nearby. When I saw who I thought was Curtis being flipped upside down above the keg I realized it wouldn’t matter if that was him or not, the guy was clearly drunk.
So I told Sierra, “Let’s check their bedroom. If they aren’t there we’ll figure something else out.” For a brief second I worried that Steve could be busy in his bedroom.
My worry was not put to rest when we got their room and she tried to open the door but discovered it was locked. She knocked and heard Steve telling us to go away. She tried to tell him who we were, but some drunk guy from the room across the hall yelled at us saying, “Heyyyy, oh look at you two. Damn too bad that room is taken. Fucking idiot, two hot chicks like you. Fuck you want to join my private party?” Despite hearing the giggles, I was still shocked when he opened his door further to show us two girls naked on the bed. “If I kick them out, will you join me?” He was shirtless and wiggled his eyebrows at us which promptly got us moving towards the stairs. Before heading down stairs I pulled Sierra along the balcony which overlooked the living area, where we sat on the bench seats along the railing. While sitting on the bench seat I had her take a selfie of us and told her to send it to Steve. If he didn’t come out of his room we would make our way out.
Within in 30 seconds of sending the selfie, Steve was barreling down the hall. To say he was mad was probably an understatement. Without words he grabbed us each by the hand and pulled us both down the hall towards his room, along the way a few guys were hooting and chanting his name. He ushered us into his room and quickly shut and locked the door. As I looked around the room I was surprised to see there wasn’t anyone in there, it was clean and an old Bruce Willis movie was playing. I stood close to the door as the siblings started to square off with each other. Steve finally got Sierra calmed down enough to tell her, “Please let me explain. You have to listen to everything, without interrupting if you want to hear it.”
She finally agreed. “Okay. Fine.” I think her feelings were hurt more than anything. I know in the back of my mind, I assumed they didn’t want to be seen with us which is why they didn’t come get us for the party.
He explained, “We don’t have a choice in attending these parties. As a fraternity brother and even more so as a brother who lives in the house. All brothers are required to stay at the house until at least midnight. That being said, neither Curtis nor I wanted you two to come to the party. It’s just not a scene we think you are ready for, but when the guys made a scene asking if we were bringing you two to the party, I did the first thing that came to mind and told them you were coming with us, because I didn’t want them to invite you. I’m sorry. I honestly thought that if we didn’t show up to get you, you’d wait until you got tired and give up. By the time you sent the short skirt picture, which we’ll talk about another time, the party had already started and I couldn’t leave. So I’ve been hiding in here waiting until midnight so I could physically check on you guys. Sorry, but I am not sorry your first party experience sucked. I’ll make it up to you, so long as it doesn’t involve another party.”
After his explanation and recalling everything we saw downstairs I was okay with not coming back for more parties. I also had a few ideas on different ways he could make it up to me….probably not what he had in mind, but a girl can dream.
While I was ready to explore the sex stories and product reviews on my new favorite blog, I wasn’t ready to see that shit in person. I might feel differently after I experience some of it first-hand. We still had over an hour before Steve could leave to walk us home, so he told us to get comfortable. Sierra got cozy on the futon bed Curtis usually slept on. Steve offered to make his futon back into a couch, but I told him it wasn’t necessary and just sat on it sideways with my back against the wall. Within 15 minutes Sierra was snoring and the movie was over. While Steve put in a new movie I kicked my shoes off and started to move one of his pillows; when he turned around and saw me, he told me, “Go ahead and lay down.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I tried to be discrete as I inhaled the scent that was uniquely Steve from his pillow. I wanted to lay face down and drown myself in his scent. As I was distracted by sniffing his pillow, Steve sat at the end of the futon and he lifted my feet into his lap. Imagine the shock to my system, smelling him so close and feeling his touch on my feet. His huge hands rested on my ankles, seriously he was only touching my ankles but the pulsing that was taking place between my legs was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I couldn’t help but close my eyes to absorb the feelings he invoked in me. Slowly, he moved his hands to my left foot where he began giving me the best foot massage I have ever experienced. After a few minutes he switched to my right foot, which is when I lost control of the moan that came out of my mouth. At the sound, his body became stiff and he stopped massaging. Instantly, I missed the feeling and was embarrassed by the lack of control I had. Quietly I told him, “Thank you for rubbing my feet.” which prompted him to continue the massage. I tried to turn my brain off and enjoy the feel of his touch, after a few minutes I was able to fully relax and started to drift asleep. I could feel the bed move as Steve removed my feet from his lap; I wasn’t fully awake nor was I fully asleep but there was no mistaking the feeling of Steve lying down alongside me.
It took me a few minutes to get my breathing under control; I refused to open my eyes for fear of what I would see. Was he watching me, if I opened my eyes would he kiss me, would he touch me, would he take me? Soon enough he kissed my temple and whispered “good night sweetheart.” At that I gave into the pleasure of sleep.
So many things took place that night, my first college party or even better yet my first frat party. I saw someone, actually two people getting a blow job (I now know what it’s called, thank you First Time stories) at the same time. I slept with a guy for the first time, clarifying that we truly just slept is important. A guy, other than my dad called me sweetheart, which caused my sex to clench (I learned that term from the latest Spicing it Up story). All in all, I was breaking out of the shelter I had lived in my whole life, and in the process I didn’t compromise who my mom and dad raised me to be. That being said, I wasn’t ready to tell them everything that happened over the weekend; that would have just been asking for trouble.
I think I had several mini heart attacks tonight. If I start to go bald prematurely, I will forever link it to this night. God, I hope I don’t go bald. I’d rather go gray than be bald.
I tried to get Curtis to help me with the girls, but he was shitfaced before the party even started. I’m not sure what is going on with him, the twin thing isn’t as strong for me as it is for him. I can feel there is something going on, but I have no clue what it is. He always knows what is going through my head, but I can’t figure him out.
I kept my fingers crossed that the girls would get bored waiting for one of us to come get them and they would decide to just stay home. I know I know, not a very good plan.
After fulfilling my duty of setting up I quickly made my way to my room. I learned over the years that it’s best just to stay hidden. I don’t have a problem saying no to the trashy girls, the excess amount of alcohol, or even the drugs; but it gets old having to say no over and over. Best I just stay in my room until the smoke clears.
Tonight is no different; the douche bag across the hall is trying out to become the next top porn star. I have no clue how many people he’s got in there but I can hear every time someone comes or goes from his room. My nice guy filter doesn’t last long on nights like this so it’s best that I don’t open the door.
I tried to ignore Sierra’s messages, hoping they would get tired soon. When the picture message came through showing them inside the frat house, I moved faster than I have in years. My heart in my throat, I was desperate to get to them before anyone else did. There wasn’t anyone around to call me a pussy, so I felt no shame over my frantic behavior. I knew the frat party was no place for them, thankfully once they saw it for themselves they agreed.
I am completely willing to acknowledge that I am a fucking hypocrite when it comes to these two girls. I would gladly beat the shit out of any guy who reacted to Sierra the way I am currently reacting to Hannah. Add that to the fact that I want to hide Hannah from any and all guys; I want to be the only guy to see her, talk to her and fucking touch her. I wasn’t willing to let the girls walk back to their dorm by themselves. Until I could leave, we got comfortable watching the movie.
Sierra made herself comfortable on Curtis’ bed and quickly fell asleep. Hannah might have watched the movie, but I just watched her. She is in my bed and she lets me rub her feet.
Having her in my bed is making me fucking crazy. I want to do more than just rub her feet. I want to rub myself against her and then some. Thank fuck my sister is in the room because I am certain if she wasn’t, I would be rubbing more than just her feet. I think I earned a place in heaven by lying down with her and maintaining myself enough to only kiss her on the head.