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Claire sat on her bed, looking at the text from her best friend, Leon, on her phone.
"'Come to the party tonight, C. Just this once. Trust me." Was what it said. No other context or reasons followed. The brunette texted back, asking him why. But he didn't reply.
He didn't even read it.
She bit her lip in silent contemplation. Claire was never one for parties. She had a hard time making friends as a child, and the only one she really did consider as one was Leon. They were both awkward kids—a little quiet—but good children, and kept up quite well in school. Which was why they got along.
Now, they're both in college and attended the same university. Leon, as if someone flipped on the switch in his brain, joined a Fraternity group.
A frat, and he got accepted. He's a fucking frat boy now.
Claire couldn't believe it. Leon Kennedy—who used to stumble and stutter his words when talking to girls—joined a frat group in college and got accepted.
And he's asking Claire to go to a party with him.
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"Leon."
Claire addressed, pushing herself off her motorcycle and stood upright, gazing at her approaching best friend. They did their signature handshake and chuckled quietly.
"Sorry for the late notice, C." Leon smiled sheepishly and handed her a can of their favorite beer. Claire accepted it and waved off his apology.
"No worries. What's up?"
They both sat down the curb of the street. Claire's red leather jacket was draped over the seat of her motorcycle—parked just near them. They popped open their beers, drinking quietly. Leon took his time, seemingly hesitant before he finally spoke.
"I joined the frat." The man finally confessed with a bite of his bottom lip—a habit he always did when he was nervous. In all honesty, there wasn't really a problem joining the Frat or Sorority. The problem, though, was that Leon and Claire made a promise not to join in any of them and to focus solely on studying.
Leon just broke that promise.
Claire spat out her drink, choking on it before she coughed out. Leon panicked and began patting her back. Once she was stable, she wiped her lips and looked at him with wide eyes.
"You what?"
"I know, I know."
"Leon, you promised!"
He took her by the shoulder and shook her to try and calm her down. "Claire! Just hear me out, okay?" He pleaded a little louder. The brunette looked at him for a moment, her shoulders tense under his hold, before she gradually relaxed and took a deep breath.
"You better explain yourself." Claire said firmly, narrowing her eyes at her best friend. She was disappointed. Of course, she's not really one to control Leon's decisions, but it still hurt especially if a promise was made between you and your best friend.
"Look, I saw this really cute girl. I heard she's in a Sorority, and I wanted to impress her." He started, rubbing his face. "Luckily, I have a classmate who was in the frat. I had him refer me. So I began my application and I got accepted."
He explained, while Claire was listening and trying to process his words. "And?" She asked, urging him to continue. "And... Well, I got to attend my first party. It just so happened that the party was on the night that we're supposed to go to the arcades." Leon finished his explanation with a sigh, looking at her guiltily.
"So that's why you cancelled on me?" Claire rolled her eyes and finished her beer. She scoffed and shook her head, squashing the can in her hand. "At least tell me if something interesting happened in that party of yours."
Leon's look of guilt was immediately replaced by one of excitement. "Dude, okay. So this girl, Ada, was in that party and I decided to work up the courage to talk to her. I mean, at first she was kind of a bitch but I could tell she was definitely interested."
"And you didn't stutter?" She asked, nudging his elbow with a grin.
"No, thank god." He gave her a grin and leaned on the wall behind them. "Anyway, so we talked, took a few shots, got a little tipsy, and..." Leon's ears started turning red. "You know how it goes." He gave her a shrug, embarrassed, and finished his own beer. "We've been seeing each other for a few days now."
Claire hums, looking ahead before she closed her eyes to rub her temple. "You could've at least told me if you wanted to join a frat. I would've been fine with it if you said anything before canceling on our hang outs instead."
"I know. I'm really sorry." Leon was genuinely apologetic. "Look, I swear I'll make it up to you. We'll hang out one of these days."
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That was their conversation from a few weeks ago, which brings her to her current situation.
So that was your idea of hanging out, now. Claire thought, before pocketing her phone and heading to the living room. She passed by her brother's room while he was buttoning his shirt up in front of the mirror—his bulletproof vest sat on the table. Chris glances at her on the doorway. "You've got a funny look in your face." He said, looking back at his own reflection.
"Leon invited me to a party." She entered his room and sat down on the edge of his bed. Chris snorts. "That little squirt Leon? In a party?" He asked, facing her. He took his vest in his arm, slinging his bag around his shoulder with the other. Claire looks at him unamused. She came to him for advice, not to get teased.
Sensing the seriousness of the situation, Chris clears his throat. "Look kiddo, if Leon's in that party then you should go and try." He starts walking towards her. Her brother gives her a reassuring smile. "You're in college already. It's time you go out and try to have a real fun. If partying is not for you, then that's fine. But at least you tried it. There's no harm in that." His heavy hand gently pats her head, ruffling her hair in the process.
"I'll tell you what, though," Chris adds, his hand sliding down to pinch her cheek. "Those college parties are where it's at." He looks up at the ceiling with a pure look of nostalgia. "Ah, I remember the first time I got absolutely wasted in a college party. Ended my night hooking up with a few girls." He chuckles and shakes his head.
"I'm telling you, it's going to be fun. And who knows? You might spend a night or two with a new girl there. It's about time you move on from Jill." Chris pats her back and checks his watch, cursing under his breath. "Alright, gotta go. I'll be back by 6 tomorrow. Good luck, kiddo." And then he leaves the room.
Claire remained on his bed, thinking. After a few more minutes of battling with herself, she finally stood up and headed to her room. She quickly got dressed in a shirt, her jeans, and boots. She puts on her signature red leather jacket before securing the house and driving her motorcycle to the address Leon gave her.
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The Frat house was much bigger than she thought. She pulled up on the driveway and texted Leon. As she waited, she took her time to observe her surroundings. There were so many students in the yard—the night was just getting started but most of them were already tipsy. She could also see a few couples making out.
Leon finally runs out of the house with a grin.
"You're here! Finally!" He pulls her into a hug and did their handshake. Leon pulls her inside almost immediately, and the situation wasn't any better.
The sea of people—doubled compared to the yard—made the air hot and a little unbearable. The music blasted so loudly that Claire felt every beat throughout her body. There were people sitting by the tables—some were drinking and chatting, and more kissing.
And of course, people sniffing on something white and powdery. She watched as they threw their head back with a blissful grin, their friends cheering them on and mingling with the noise from the music. One by one, they passed it on to the other and had their own share. Claire pinched Leon on the side.
"There are people doing coke." She said, grimacing and looking around. Leon yelped and frowned at her. "What? It's a party, Claire. People want to get high." He said it like it was nothing.
"You're literally studying to be a cop."
"I am studying. That doesn't automatically mean I have to act like a cop." Leon quipped, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her at the bar. "Relax, Claire. If you don't want to have weed or coke, that's fine. But not drinking isn't." He grabs two glasses and gave one to Claire. She looks at it skeptically and drank anyway.
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"He's here." Ada walked towards your table with a grin, sitting down beside you. She gave you and the other girls a kiss on the cheek as greeting. You smiled and put away your small mirror after applying your lip gloss for the ninth time. "Can we finally meet him?" Daniela asked, clapping her hands in excitement. Her older sister, Bela, slaps her arm.
"Calm down, girls. You'll meet him soon enough."
Although not specified, Ada acts like the leader of their Sorority group. She's made sure to keep all the girls in check. She's the older sister anyone could ask for. "Speak of the devil,"
Ada's gaze fell on a blonde guy that entered the house. Beside him was a brunette girl wearing a red leather jacket. You and the others kept your curious gazes at the two.
Ada stands up and gestures for you and the girls to follow as she saunters towards them. The blonde guy was offering a drink to his friend, who drank it with a bit of hesitation.
"Having fun?" Her firm voice switched to a more sultry one as she touched the guy's arm, caressing it with unhidden intimacy. "Girls, this is Leon." The guy, now introduced as Leon, smiles bashfully.
"And these are my friends." She points at you and the girls. You all smile at him and waved.
Ada's eyes then fell on the girl beside him. "Mind introducing us to your friend here?" She asked, waving a finger towards the mysterious girl. Leon takes the girl by her shoulders and grins. "This is my best friend, Claire." He declared proudly.
"I invited her here, if you guys don't mind." The girl, Claire, clears her throat and gave them an awkward smile. You raise an eyebrow in interest, shifting on your foot in a more confident demeanor. "Not at all, we don't mind new faces. The more, the merrier." You say, smiling coyly at the brunette.
You can tell she's flustered by the attention, especially coming from a group of young women. If Leon wasn't taken and he didn't bring Claire, you would've snatched him away. He's attractive, but she's hot. It seems like she piqued your interest for tonight.
Ada whispers in Leon's ear. His face flushed but he smiles, pulling her along. "Do whatever you want for tonight. I'll be busy!" She shouted through the crowd before ultimately disappearing—most likely for the whole night. The other girls, not wanting to miss out on the fun, began to disperse towards the tables and dance floor, leaving you and Claire.
You chuckled and stood beside her, grabbing a drink for yourself and taking a long sip. You take the time to scrutinize her through her rim of the glass. "How are you liking it?" You asked.
"Huh?"
"The party, sweetheart." You chuckled, putting your glass down. You prop your head over your palm as you gazed up at her in amusement.
"Oh. Uhm.. it's fine?" Claire answered, unsure of her own words. You barked out a laugh and shook your head. "Have you ever been to a party before? Fine isn't going to cut it."
You leaned in slightly. "You have to feel good and full of energy." You whispered, smiling. You giggle at her reaction and took her arm. "Come and dance with me." You offered no room for her to say no as you pull her to the dance floor.
The music switched from edm to a slow, sensual one. Claire stands there awkwardly as everyone—including you—danced to the beat. It's slow, seductive, and sexy. You sway your hips, pressing your back against her front. The brunette had no choice but to wrap an arm around your waist to steady you.
You ran a hand through your hair, looking at her through your shoulders and batting your eyelashes. "Don't be shy, now." You whispered, taking her hand and sliding it higher, just under your chest. You could hear her breath hitching, her resolve crumbling.
Slowly, she follows your movements. Claire rocked her hips against yours, leaning in just a tad bit closer. Just enough for you to feel her ragged breathing. "Are you sure you want this?" She whispered in your ear.
You scoffed silently and faced her. You wrap your arms around her shoulder and leaned closer, your breath fanning her face. "How nice of you to ask." You mocked, smiling. "I wouldn't throw myself to anyone if I don't like them."
You slide a finger over her jaw, her neck, her torso, and down her crotch. Biting your lip, you subtly squeezed her bulge. "Wouldn't you like to take care of this?" She groans. And in between the flashing lights, you see her blue eyes darken.
—
"Won't you quiet down?" Claire hissed through your ear, gripping your hips tightly as she took you from behind. Her low voice only urged you to moan louder as she hits your g-spot.
"Fuck, right there!"
After the dance floor, you both went to the bathroom and took it from there. You got into an empty stall, made out, and undressed. Claire ate you out eagerly, her skillful tongue probed into your pussy like a hungry animal. You were always loud during sex, and as much as Claire wanted to hear how good she was performing, you were still in a public restroom. She didn't really like the idea of anyone hearing both of you.
But you didn't care.
You couldn't count how many times people entered the bathroom and had to leave immediately because of the two of you. No one could see you from behind the stall, but they could hear you.
Claire slapped your ass and pressed her lips against her ear. "You really like this, don't you?" She whispered, squeezing your tits with her free hand. You nod and whimper.
"Mmm, yeah. It's so big. Don't stop, baby."
Your moans and whimpers urged her to go on, driving her cock deeper into your pussy with a delicious, wet sound. You kept yourself pressed against the door of the stall while bracing yourself with your hands against it.
She slides her hand around you and rubs your clit. Your legs shook, and you hear her chuckling under your breath. "You told me you squirt." She murmured against your ear. Her fingers continue to assault your clit in a way that left you breathless. Circling, rubbing, her ministrations on your cunt paired with her thick cock practically rearranging your guts leaves you panting and quivering.
"Gods, I'm so close." You pushed your hips back against her, meeting her thrusts. Flesh on flesh smack against one another, creating a harmonious slapping sound. The music is muffled outside of the bathroom, and it's quickly covered by your growing moans and groans. Your pussy tightens around her twitching cock.
"Cum for me, baby." Claire murmured, urging you to let go. You could feel a growing knot just ready to snap at any moment. Her thrusts didn't seem to help you, and it drove deeper to your release.
It was all too much. Through your growing moans, Claire pulls out when you squeal and release. Your pussy gushes out, flowing down your thighs and on the floor, creating a small puddle of ejaculated mess. The brunette strokes her cock, eventually shooting her own cum on your back with a groan.
You take the time to bask in the pleasure you both experienced. Claire pants behind you, catching her own breath. She sits down the toilet, her cock half-hard and wet from your mixed arousal. You chuckled and face her, your legs wobbling.
"You certainly know how to use your dick."
"I could do much more."
"Oh?" You raised an eyebrow in amusement, smirking. You walked closer and knelt down, kissing the tip of her cock. You gave it a few lazy strokes, the woman above you closing her eyes. You kissed, licked, and suckled, before you stood up.
Claire looks up at you in confusion. "What's the matter?" She asked hastily, standing up with you. You giggle, putting on your bra and panties. "It's getting late, don't you think?" It was more of a rhetorical question, reminding her of your predicament. You're still in a party that's still on-going. And you both just fucked in the bathroom.
She frowns. "The party's still going." She said as a matter of fact. Claire looks up at the ceiling with thought and back at you. "Will I see you again?" She asked.
You smiled and fixed the strap of your dress. "Maybe." You teased. "Ask Ada, and you'll find me." You said with an air of confidence. You know you'll meet each other again.
You leaned up and kissed her, before unlocking the bathroom stall. "See you." You winked and left the bathroom, leaving her standing in the stall half-naked.
Claire processed what just happened. And when it all came down on her, she grinned and got dressed herself.
"Best party ever."