Page 13 of Frat Row

The day goes by agonizingly slow, and by the end of it, I want to pluck my eyes and ears out from my head.

Physically, I can’t muster another fake elated answer to one more question about my high school experience, the extracurriculars I was involved in, or what I did over the summer.

Interestingly enough, while I was at Zeta Kappa Phi, I didn’t have to pretend how eccentric I was to talk to as many sisters as possible, and the tour of the house feigned a lot of interest for me.

It is the only part of the day I can actually recall without cringing, probably because it was the best part.

Imagining my mom living and walking through the house had me grinning from ear to ear.

I cannot wait to be part of the sorority life.

All I have ever seen or heard about it is how you make friendships that last a lifetime and make some of the best memories in your life.

After such a long day, my body is sagging in relief, picturing my bathtub filled to the top with bubbles and sinking all the way in, consoling my aching feet.

I cringe, thinking about how much sweat my dress endured.

I’m positive it needs dry cleaning. I head back to my apartment as quickly as my feet will allow, and as soon as my key hits the lock, I sigh with contentment as Blair greets me.

“How was everything?” she asks tiredly.

“As predicted, boring as hell,” I groan.

“At least tomorrow we only have to visit six houses instead of twelve. What did you think about Zeta Kappa Phi?” she says with a yawn.

Beaming, I tell her, “Oh my gosh, Blair, it’s perfect.”

“I thought so, too.” She nods her head rapidly.

Since we visited all twelve houses today, uninterested in eleven of them, of course, we still had to write down our top six sororities that we think are the best fit for us.

Likewise, the sororities write down who they would like to see back, and if it matches up, that will make up your schedule for the next day.

Naturally, we don’t find out until the morning when we go to the gymnasium again.

Rumor has it that all of the sororities are up painstakingly until well past midnight, discussing the recruits at length and voting.

“I’m headed directly for a bath to soak until I turn into a prune and then to bed,” I announce.

“Girl, me too, sounds like heaven.” She sighs, running her fingers through her hair.

I blow her a kiss. “Goodnight, lover,” I say as I sluggishly drag myself toward my room.

Strolling into my room, I start the bath and add some floral-scented bath salts and bubbles.

I sink into the warmth and scrub away the sweat, my mind drifting to Tyler.

A deep sensation grows in my abdomen as I replay last night in my mind, and my hand instinctively moves between my thighs.

Spreading my legs wide enough where each knee hits either side of the bathtub, I skim a finger across my clit.

Burning arousal travels through my body as I begin to circle it exactly the way Tyler did, closing my eyes and envisioning him.

Sinking two fingers into myself, I begin fucking my hand, rocking back and forth.

Then, I pull my fingers out and touch my clit.

I lean my head back and shamelessly moan Tyler’s name, coming in the bathtub.

Coming down from the high, the relaxation takes over, and after soaking for a few more minutes, I hop out of the bath, reaching for a fluffy white towel and drying myself off.

Turning toward my closet, I pull out my most comfortable pajamas and head directly to my bed, flopping on top of it.

Grabbing the remote, I click a few buttons and turn on a mindless reality show, and sleep finds me immediately.