Page 10 of Frat Row
Waking up, I hear the most annoying noise, which happens to be my alarm.
I sluggishly get out of bed, run a hand through my hair, which is sticking up in every direction, and shake my head slowly, testing how bad the hangover actually is.
It’s bad. I walk toward my shower and turn it on.
While waiting for the water to heat up, I grab a towel, smiling to myself and thinking about last night, and it instantly makes me hard.
I jump in the shower, feeling the warmth hit my head and run down my face; the sensation is heavenly.
Today isn’t that important of a day. It’s the first day of rush, and you’re bombarded with questions, almost like a job interview, which I find hilarious since we’re all only eighteen.
Who the fuck has that much job experience?
I mean, how much of life have we lived at this point?
Then, the rest of the week is pretty laid back, just hanging out with the brothers, playing video games, and drinking games. The brothers have convinced the advisors that this is bonding and how we really get to know each other. Completely different from the sorority rush.
Today, I’ll do the meet and greet with all of the fraternities, and then for the rest of the week, I’ll be with Alpha Chi.
That is the only fraternity I can imagine myself in.
My father and grandfather are legacies, so it was always known in our household that this was the fraternity I would rush to become a full-fledged brother.
Pumping some soap in my hand, I grip my dick and start stroking it back and forth.
I place my other hand against the wall, watching my hand move the way I like it, all the while thinking about Cassidy taking my cock so well last night in that pretty little mouth with those doe eyes innocently staring up at me.
What is it about this girl? She was up for anything sexually, and I would be willing to bet she doesn’t have any hard limits or believes in safe words.
I think what turned me on the most was her kicking me out.
Unbelievable. A girl I had just pleasured multiple times kicked me out after she got hers.
Oh well, I love a challenge, and she’s a puzzle I want to solve.
She’ll be catering to my every need in no time. Mulling it over, I can’t recall anyone who can resist my charms, especially women. Girls were all over me in high school, willing to do my homework, make my lunch, carry my books, and walk me to my classes; you name it, they did it.
Moaning through my release and painting the shower floor with my cum, I finish washing up and step out onto my blue bath rug.
Drying my hair off with a towel, then the rest of my body before wrapping it around my waist with my chiseled abs on display, I brush my teeth.
Looking at my hair, I decide to slick it to the side, not really giving a shit.
Sauntering over to my closet, I select a light blue and red plaid long-sleeved button-down and tan golf shorts.
I tuck in the shirt and get my Prada belt, putting it on.
Slipping on my brown drivers, I grab my wallet and head for the front door.
My stomach growls hungrily, and I suddenly realize that I don’t remember the last time I’ve eaten, and this hangover isn’t going to fix itself.
I guess I might as well head to the cafeteria for a quick breakfast since I don’t know when we’ll be able to eat next.
I think they provide water in between houses so we don’t faint from the heat, but that’s it.
It seemed like a good idea to walk there because my apartment is right beside the university, but this heat in August is scorching.
As I enter the cafeteria, I instantly recognize some older brothers in Alpha Chi.
They wave me over to come sit down with them.
Speedily grabbing an everything bagel with a side of cream cheese at one of the buffet areas where they serve food, I go directly over to their booth, sliding in smoothly as I shove the bagel in my mouth.
“Hey guys, you ready for today?” I ask nonchalantly, not knowing how brothers conduct rush week since everything is a secret.
“This is my favorite week of the semester; we get to mess with the recruits,” one of the brothers, Jamie, pipes in, propping his leg on one of the chairs next to the booth.
“We take this week very seriously,” Archer states with his eyes narrowing on Jamie. Archer is the president of Alpha Chi, and he glares over all of the brothers, daring them to disagree with him.
He seems very uptight and not at all talkative, so I strike up a conversation with Jamie about the school’s football team and how this season is looking with the new offensive coordinator. We also talk about what players we are looking forward to seeing out on the field in the scrimmage next week.
Lo and behold, I happen to look over Jamie’s shoulder, and to my shock, I see Blair at another booth texting on her phone without a care in the world.
Smirking devilishly because I know who could be just around the corner, well, really hoping, I get up and tell the guys I’ll see them later.
Sauntering up to the booth where Blair sits, I say, “I’m amazed you could even get out of bed this morning when you could barely walk last night.”
She looks up with a look of disgust and squints her nose like I’m dirt on her heel, then recognition hits her, and she glowers at me. “I’m surprised you even got your dick touched last night.”
And just like I anticipated, Cassidy slides into the booth with so much self-assurance.
To anyone else, it would be a turn-off, but I’m mesmerized.
With her yogurt and granola in hand, she doesn’t even look up while she delicately swirls her tongue along the spoon, unaware I’m hovering over the same table.
She doesn’t notice me until she puts her food back on the table and looks up, startled by my presence, and I can tell she really thought she would never see me again.
I’m going to ruin her, and she’ll be my undoing.