“Oh,” Karen said, openly eying Derby from head to toe, “so you’re just the perfect gentleman type, huh? Well, seriously, that was a really nice thing to do. Anna is just too cute to walk around alone at night. And with a guy as big and strong-looking as you, she was perfectly safe. Really, I think it’s great that you volunteered to escort my innocent little baby-almost-sister here. And Anna, you could do worse than being seen walking around with a hunk like this.”
Anna, seeming like she wanted to get off the subject, asked, “So what’s the deal with this party?”
“Oh, the usual frat party stuff,” Karen said. “Lots of beer, lots of booze, lots of fun, maybe a wet t-shirt contest and a wet boxer-short contest if the right people show up.”
“Well, I’m certainly not going to join in on that!” Anna said.
Karen laughed. “No pressure, although I bet a lot of those frat guys would like to see those tasty, tiny titties of yours.”
“Karen!” Anna exclaimed.
“Like I said before, lighten up! I might just join in, if I get drunk enough. And there’s no way you’re not going to stay right with me to watch the wet boxer-short contest. You’re in college, girl. Time to lose your innocence. So, what do you say, guys, are we going?”
“Anna,” Derby said, “I’ll stay with you just in case any guys try to hit on you or anything, if you like.”
“Then it’s settled. I just have to change shirts.” Before Derby or Anna knew what was happening, Karen had stripped off her shirt and was unclasping her bra. When it was off, she stood there in front of them, topless for a moment, and then grabbed a tank top out of a drawer and pulled it over her head. It was only when she was smoothing it over her very nice-looking breasts that she said, “Oops, I guess I shouldn’t have done that. Oh, well, at least maybe now I can get Derby to vote for me if I enter the contest, now that he’s seen me up close. Come on, let’s go.”
The three left Karen’s sorority house and headed out on fraternity row. They passed a few houses, and then went up the front walk of the house Derby had seen earlier in the day, the one with the volleyball court in the side yard and the beer truck out front.
“This is your boyfriend Brad’s house?” Derby asked, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice.
“Yeah. If I’m going to show you two how college kids party, this is definitely the place to do it. This is THE party spot on campus.”
As soon as they walked in the front door, Karen was grabbed by a huge shirtless guy whose chest and arms were covered in tattoos. He picked her up and kissed her roughly, ramming his tongue in her mouth. She kissed him back just as hard.
“Hey, Mountain,” Karen laughed when he had put her down. “Just as shy as ever, I see. Where’s Brad?”
“Probably upstairs getting his knob polished by two blond cheerleaders,” Mountain rumbled.
“Oh,” Karen laughed. “Just as gentlemanly, too.”
As they walked away, Anna asked, almost fearfully, “Who was that guy?”
“Everyone calls him Mountain, for obvious reasons. He’s one of Brad’s friends. He’s also the resident tattoo artist. He did every bit of ink on him himself, using mirrors. Did you ever try to draw in a mirror? That’s really hard to do. Imagine how hard it would be to tattoo yourself. But Brad does excellent work. A lot of the guys have at least some of his work. If you’re good, I might show you what I had him do on me. Of course, if I get drunk enough, you might see anyway.”
At that point, two more frat brothers approached Karen, one from each side. Both leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, and each of them grabbed one of her breasts. She kissed them both warmly on the mouth. “God, it’s good to see you guys. I missed you all summer. Oh, I’m sorry, Drake and Jerry, this is Anna, a freshman from my high school, and her friend Derby.”
Drake and Jerry both shook hands with Derby, and Drake dropped to one knee in front of Anna, took her hand and theatrically kissed the back of it. Jerry grabbed Anna, scooped her up in his arms like a child, and said, “Little girl, do you want a piece of candy?”
“Dammit, Jerry,” Karen said, sounding a little annoyed, “knock it off. She’s not ready for that. She just got here, for God’s sake. Put her down!”
Jerry complied, grinning. “I’m just friendly,” he said.
“No, you’re just a major pervert. She’s eighteen, you idiot. Way too old for your tastes. Brad’s told me about how you like to hang out at the middle school,” Karen said.
“Did he tell you how he begs me to come along?” Jerry asked.
“You’re insufferable, you know that?” Karen said, still sounding a little irritated.
“Speaking of insufferable guys that you love,” Drake said, “Brad’s up in his room.”
Karen motioned Derby and Anna to follow her upstairs. “These guys are really all harmless. They just like to have fun. Although, that Jerry is a little weird. In fact, he’s pretty much of a jerk.”
When they got to Brad’s door, Karen made a motion to the other two to be quiet. She tiptoed over to Brad, who sat at his desk, his back to the door. Karen put her hands over his eyes. “Guess who?” she asked, disguising her voice.
“I give up, who?” Brad answered.
“Your favorite internet porn star,” Karen answered.
“Damn, I was hoping it was my girlfriend, Karen. She’s hotter.”
“Right answer, baby!” Karen said, moving around to kiss him. “But before you do anything to test your theory, you should know that I brought guests. Guys, this is Brad. Brad, this is Anna, the girl from my town I’ve told you about, and her friend Derby. They’re both freshmen. I wanted to show them how college kids party.”
Brad stood and shook hands warmly. “You came to the right place. This is Party Central. Let’s go downstairs and I’ll show you kids around.”
As soon as they got downstairs, someone shoved plastic cups of beer into each of their hands. Anna immediately looked uncomfortable. “I don’t like beer,” she whispered to Derby.
“What do you like?” Derby asked, taking a big gulp of his.
“I don’t know. I’ve never had much to drink. I’ve tried beer, which I don’t like, and I’ve had some wine and wine coolers, but nothing else.
“OK. Look, there’s a table with punch bowls. Let’s get you some of that,” Derby said. They walked over to the table together.
A frat brother was sitting behind the makeshift bar, mixing drinks and serving punch. “What’s your poison, little lady?” he asked.
“I’d like some punch,” Anna answered.
“Unleaded, super, or (drum roll, please!) racing fuel?” he said with an evil glint in his eye.
“What’s the difference?” Derby asked.
“Unleaded is plain, unadulterated fruit punch with a little ginger ale to jazz it up. Super is the same, with enough grain alcohol added to make it interesting. If you pace yourself, you can drink that shit all night and still wake up for lunch. Racing fuel is, well, let’s just say, strong. Real fuckin’ strong. It’s about 2/3 punch and 1/3 grain. Guaranteed to speed you on your way to oblivion,” the bartender answered.
“I’ll take the unleaded,” Anna said.
“She’ll have the super,” Derby said to the bartender. To Anna, he said, “Just try it. If you don’t like it, I’ll get you the plain stuff.”
They wandered off with their cups, talking. To his surprise, Anna finished her punch at the same time Derby finished his first cup of beer. “Refill?” he asked.
“Sure, why not. You know, that stuff really tasted good,” Anna said.
“This has potential,” Derby thought. “If she gets a little drunk, maybe she’ll be easy to fuck.” He got another beer for himself and another cup of super.
The party was definitely heating up. People were dancing in several of the rooms downstairs, and there was loud music everywhere. Suddenly, Anna squealed and jumped.
“What’s wrong?” Derby asked.
“That guy just grabbed my ass!” Anna said, looking horrified.
“Stay here,” Derby said. He marched over to the guy Anna had indicated and grabbed him by the shoulder, spinning him around.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Derby growled in the guy’s face.
“Having fun, dude. That’s what we’re here for. To have fun.”
Derby grabbed the guy by the throat and shoved him against the wall. “The lady didn’t think it was fun, asshole! You owe her an apology.”
“Fuck you, freshman,” the guy gasped, trying to break Derby’s hold on his throat.
“Yo, yo, break it up, break it up!” Brad yelled, rushing over and grabbing Derby. “What the hell’s going on?”
“This motherfucker grabbed Anna’s ass. So I’m gonna break his hand.”
“No, you’re not. Outsiders do not lay a hand on a brother in this house. Now, I know you couldn’t have known that, so I’m not going to kick you out, but you need to back off,” Brad said to Derby. To the other guy he said, “Joel, I’m going to break both of your hands if you don’t apologize to both the lady and to my man Derby. And no bullshit. You know I can do it, and you know no one’s going to stop me. Rule #1 of parties here: you don’t touch chicks that aren’t asking for it. You know that. And she’s definitely not asking for it. She’s here with a guy, and you disrespected both of them. So apologize to both of them, and then go get another drink.
Joel did as he was told, and shook Derby’s hand. After that, Brad announced, “OK, show’s over, everyone. Drinks are on the house!”
“They were anyway,” someone yelled.
Brad laughed and said, “I know, but it sounds cool to say that. Come on everyone, let’s party!”
There was a lot of cheering, and then the incident seemed forgotten. By everyone but Anna, anyway.
“Derby,” she said, “can I talk to you where it’s not so noisy?”
“Sure. We can go outside. Let’s get refills on our way out.”
When they were away from the worst of the noise, Anna said, “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”
“Yes I did,” Derby said. “It makes me furious when someone is disrespectful to someone I like. That jerk had no right to do that to you. And besides, well,… it’s just that,… oh, forget it.”
“What is it Derby?” Anna asked.
“Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it. It’s just,… well,… it brought up a bad memory.”
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