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Story: Distorted Obsession
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eva
“Okay,I’m going to need a rundown of what exactly a step show is,” a girl behind me says.
We arrived not too long ago, getting here early so I wouldn’t miss anything. I don’t think I have the words to express how excited I am. Jade and I made sure all the girls made it to this. Zero excuses would be accepted. They would thank us later.
“So tonight is a combination of stepping and strolling,” another girl, who I’m guessing is her friend, says. “The stepping is more about using the body like an instrument. So, there will be a lot of clapping, stomping, and chanting throughout the performance. Strolling is a bit different. It’s also all about body movement, but in a unified line as music plays. They are both ways to express pride and celebrate culture.”
I nod in agreement. It’s a decent explanation. I don’t think any description of stepping and strolling can compare to seeing it live.
“Are you ready?” I turn and ask my friends.
“Bitch, we were born ready, da fuck you mean,” Ayana teases, making me laugh.
I’m doing that a lot more these days. I rarely cringe away from being happy these days. Especially since them—Colt and Coop. They’ve been a lifeline in the darkness, urging me to no longer be afraid. They don’t push me to smile or tell me I should be happy. Instead, they fuck me senseless and help me find parts of me I didn’t know even still existed.
“Earth to Eva.” A hand waves in front of my face, and I blush.
Grimacing, I raise my hands in mock surrender to Cammy. “My bad.”
She pinches me just as music begins to blare through the speakers. The lights in the room go dark, and you hear it—the marching of feet. When they come back on, men in red suits, crisp white dress shirts, and red bow ties stand in formation.
“Hell yes. It’s Sigma Alpha Psi, ” a girl shouts. “The way these men move is the definition of swoon.”
I hum my agreement because sweet fuck they look good. Glancing across the stage, I instantly pick out Mason. I mean, he’s hard to miss at that height. Then my gaze lands on the man in the front holding a candy-cane-striped cane.
Liam.
“Fuck, he looks fine as hell,” Ayana squeaks, pointing right where my attention just was. Both he and Mason look dapper as fuck. Their waves are laid perfectly. Their edge-ups are clean, leading to perfectly trimmed beards. I’d melt into a puddle if there weren’t people here.
An image of being sandwiched between them plays in high definition. I already know what Liam can do, so I can only imagine what it would be like to have them both.
Am I a greedy bitch?You bet your ass I am.I don’t believe in conforming to the ideology that couples are the only acceptable relationships. I feed off energies. So, if yours blends with mine, then sign me up.
I wonder if I could convince Colt and Coop to have a five-some?
Shaking my head, I reign in the wanton bitch doing backflips at the idea of that and watch them perform. They are so smooth it’s almost criminal. Each step echoes, and each word fills the venue, captivating the audience into silence.
They end the performance with their signature fraternity sign, and then they line up.
“The Nasty Song” by Lil Ru begins to play, and goosebumps travel up my arm as Liam leads the stroll off the stage. When their shoulders begin rolling and their legs kick out, landing into a squat, I think I hear my pussy scream. Sweet baby Jesus, I think I need a shower. My eyes don’t move until they’re almost out the door. Liam’s eyes land on me just as his hips roll into a squat. As he stands, he smirks at me with his megawatt smile.
“Fuck, I think he just winked at me,” the girl from earlier squeals and I cut my eyes at her. Part of me wants to be like he’s mine, but he’s not. So, maybe my possessive, addled brain imagined that his attention was on me.
More fraternities and sororities perform, but my focus is on the two brothers whose waistlines leave my imagination running wild. The idea that I could hang from Mason’s shoulders as he eats my pussy and I suck Liam’s dick is enough to make me want to leave and go back to my room with the fun toys.
An hour or so goes by before a guy walks onto the stage.
“I want to thank everyone for joining us,” the MC begins. “Tonight is all about the vibe. It’s about expression and feelings. Remember, there’s only one rule—Respect the Mic.”
He steps away, and the first person comes up, introducing herself.
“Stand for something or fall for nothing
That’s the trick. Something was always meant to divide.
How many somethings are made to hide?
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