Halloween hook-up at the Fraternity house [m/f] Part 1 | 2016

Fair warning. This is gonna be a very long story, I suck at concise writing. Will almost certainly be two parts, maybe 3. Also, a bit of background. I'm a sophomore at a large state University in the south. Not one of the massive SEC football schools, but definitely a big state school. Even as an out-of-state student, I was lucky enough to get rushed and offered a bid by what is generally considered the best fraternity on campus. We have a very strong and successful Alumni base and pretty high dues, so our social budget is always plenty full. Not surprisingly, one of our biggest parties every year is Halloween, and this story takes place on the most recent October 31st. Now for the story itself

Gonna try to set the scene a little bit before diving into specifics. It was about 2:00 AM on the night of Halloween, and I was heading back down to the basement (which features a full bar and dance floor) after spending some time on the upper floors (2d and 3rd floors were all brothers' bedrooms). It had gotten to the point in the night where the part had peaked about an hour ago and people were startting to peel off in pairs, but the basement was still very crowded. We had paid a DJ to perform that night, but he had finished up at around 1:30 so at this point the music selection consisted of brothers blasting various over-played EDM songs on our speakers, but no one really gave a shit. When you're drunk/high/horny and looking for someone hook up with, shitty EDM can be a perfect fit. With a fresh drink in my hand I made my way over to the dance floor with a few of my brothers and saw the girl I had been trying to hook up with for weeks, and putting the moves to all that night, Emily, sitting on the stage with a group of her sorority sisters. Now at this point I gotta say, Emily is pretty much a certified dime. 5 foot 9 (which is perfect cause im 6'3) with a gorgeous face framed by curls of long blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a killer body. Her tits are firm and perky and have decent size to them, but you'd never call them big. Her best assets by far were her set of amazing toned abs and a perfect ass sitting on top of a set of legs that only a 20 year old can have. I know it sounds like i'm just describing the stereotypical southern sorority girl, but that's pretty much what she is.

On top of her knockout body, she was sporting an outfit that only enhanced her sex appeal. Her sorority had made the decision to have a "50 States" Halloween theme, with each sister choosing a state and designing their costume around it. Emily, a born and bred southerner, had chosen Texas, and even though she isnt a native Texan she pulled it off spectacularly. Knee high leather cowboy boots, tight jean shorts that barely covered her ass, and a size-too-small red flannel button down that was just short enough to allow her flat tummy to peek out from under it. Completing the look was a straw cowboy hat (that she had clearly lost at some point in the night as it was nowhere to be seen) and a Miss-USA-Style banner around her shoulder (you know what I'm talking about) with "Texas" written across the front of it, the common theme among all of her sisters' costumes. For the record, I was half of a Top Gun inspired Goose-Maverick tandem, so my costume consisted of a dark green onesie that zipped down the front, a pair of aviators, and some hair gel.

With my pledge brothers looking for some ass just as feverishly as I was, we made a bee-line for Emily and her group of friends, and after awkwardly trying to chat over the pounding Avicii for a few minutes things devolved into a grind-session between my 3 friends and I and 4 or 5 sorority sisters. At that point, with inhibitions taken to an all-time low by the mutual consumption of alcohol, it was pretty clear that everyone in that huddle of eight or nine sweaty 20 year olds was looking for someone to fuck that night. Background on me and Emily: we'd lived a floor apart in the same Freshman dorm, and we'd actually hooked up for a few minutes at one of the first Rush parties that fall, only my 2nd or 3rd day on campus. It never went beyond that though, and only 10 days later I made the mistake of drinking myself into a stupor and allowing some Sophmore brothers in the house I would eventually join talk me into hooking up with one of Emily's less-attractive friends. Once this second girl and Emily predictably ended up in the same sorority, it put her into the "off limits" category for at least a few months. Time heals all wounds, though, and I was now very much interested in going after her.

I'd already laid enough groundwork with her that night that I felt pretty good about my chances, so with liquid courage in full swing I approached her from behind and snaked my arm around her thin waist. She offered no resistance and scooted her tight ass back into my crotch, letting her head roll back and rest on my shoulder. Right away I felt her butt gyrating against my pelvis, and the thin jumpsuit material (it was a super low quality costume) was doing little to hide my growing woody. I later found out that she had been doing finger-dips of a certain euphoria-inducing stimulant throughout the night, which explained why she was so fucking horny.

We danced together for a few songs, with increased mutual touching as things progressed. My hands spent a good amount of time roaming her body, slipping under the hem of her shirt and resting on her ass, and she had my now mostly-erect cock wedged between her ass cheeks. Even hotter than that is that she kept lolling her head back onto my shoulder and tickling my face with her blond locks, moaning gently into my ear. She was on cloud 9, and I was getting worked up myself. Every time our midsections separated it was abundantly clear that I was very hard (imagine the tent you can pitch in a tight fitting onesie), but the basement was pretty dimly lit aside from some multi-colored LED lights, so there wasn't much shame to be had on that dancefloor. It eventually got so bad that I had to skulk off to a dark corner and flip my dick up into the waistband of my boxer briefs. I walked back over to Emily, grabbed her hand, and led her over to the bar, hoping for a break from the dance floor griminess and an opportunity to get her up to my room.

Turns out she had something similar in mind. I went behind the bar and grabbed a handle of liquor to refill our cups, but as I approached Emily with the bottle she pulled me with her through the nearby door that led to our back staircase (it gets much less traffic than the main one and offers a bit of privacy, sort of). The second we were through the door we began making out furiously, and she was so turned on that SHE had ME backed up against the concrete walls. As a tall guy its usually the other way around, but I certainly didn't mind. My hands immediately dropped to her sublime ass and I firmly gripped her cheeks in my large palms. I was so excited that I almost lifted her right off the floor. After a minute or so of hard kissing she lifted one leg up and started rubbing her knee against my dick and balls, and I took this as my cue to begin getting more aggressive with my gropping. She probably would have dropped to her knees and blown me right there in that gross stairwell, but I practically dragged her upstairs into the privacy of my room. We get through the door, I immediately throw the lock, and next thing I know she's straddling me on my couch.

Things definitely started accelerating at this point. I unzipped my jumpsuit to waist length and shimmied my arms out of it as her flannel top comes off one button at a time. Seeing her slowly reveal more and more of a super sexy black lace bra covering her firm, toned body bit by bit remains one of the hottest things I've seen to this day. I eventually lose my patience and tear the rest of the shirt off, leaving her in nothing but her jean shorts and leather boots. We continue to make out as I grope her tits through her bra, and by now she's humping herself against my still-covered cock like a stripper giving a guy the lap dance of the century. Moments later she abruptly stood up, kicked off her boots, and violently, making no effort to be teasing or sexy, tore down her daisy dukes and dropped to her knees, looking me dead in the eye and saying, "I wanna suck your cock." I'm extremely proud of what happened next. I matched her steady gaze and responded, "Well then get those boots back on and get to it."

I've never seen someone put cowboy boots on that fast, and I've equally never seen that much pure lust in a girl's eye before. Without even necessarily trying to, I had this girl completely under my thumb. Mick Jagger would have been proud. I knew at that point that it was going to be a wild fuck. She got on her knees in front of me and as I kicked off my boat shoes (they didn't match the costume, sue me) Emily pulled my jump-suit down the rest of the way off my body, leaving me in nothing but a pair of boxer-briefs. Again wasting no time with teasing, she peeled back the fabric of my underwear, revealing my now iron-hard 6.5-inch circumcised member. The gaze she had worn when she first offered me head had returned.

Rest of Part 1 in the comments. I told you this shit would be long