The 5th and 'Cuffs cocktail [m/f] (long / sequel to bookstore employee story) | 2016

As I’ve said in my recent stories, I’m a Sophomore (now rising Junior) in a large state university in the southeast. I’m lucky enough to be a member of what is widely considered one of the two best fraternities on campus. We have a badass house and a very strong alumni base, both of which are hugely helpful for attracting rushes and getting ass. It’s a pretty awesome time

This story takes place directly after my last one. I had met the University Book-store employee, Madison, a few days ago, and after hitting it off with her immediately, invite her to our fifth and handcuffs cocktail. Not long after that, a casual get-together done to familiarize ourselves with each other before the cocktail led to some pretty great sex and the promise of a great night once the cocktail itself rolled around.

As a review, Madison is a north-easterner, like me, and a bit on the tall side, perfect as I’m 6’3. She had medium length dirty blond hair and a build that falls dead center of the Thick-Thin slider. She was in good shape, with a flat tummy and an amazing set of tits, and she had an ass that you can expect from a 21 year-old college student who takes care of herself. In short, not drop-dead gorgeous but very attractive with a great body.

This is where the story continues.

Not surprisingly, I woke up the next day feeling pretty groggy. Going to bed 2 joints, half a bottle of wine, and 6 beers deep and waking up before noon can do that to you. Between my mild hangover and the preparations that needed to be made for the cocktail I decided to skip some of my larger, less important lecture classes in order to clear up my day.

As I mentioned, one of my good friends was the social chair tasked with putting together the cocktail, and I went along with him on one of the several liquor runs to insure that I got my fifth of choice. Liquor stores in our state limit the amount of alcohol you can buy in one transaction, so acquiring some 90-odd handles took several trips.

Madison and I had unanimously agreed on a blended whisky to my huge relief, as most girls insist on Vodka, which I despise. At the 5th and Cuffs cocktail my freshman year my date had requested vodka, gotten way too drunk on it, and then almost vomited in my bed while we were hooking up later that night. Not a fun time.

Anyway, after insuring that our alcohol situation was in order I shot Madison a text offering to meet at nearby bay for a beer beforehand (she was the only one between the 2 of us who was 21 at the time, but I had a serviceable fake), since I didn’t want to greet her for the night on the doorsteps of the fraternity house. Not too classy at all. That’s the problem with living in the house. You have nowhere to entertain people other than the fraternity itself, which isn’t always the right vibe.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, mostly just consisted of bumming around the house, waiting for nighttime. The band set up their equipment in the basement around midday and mixers and cups and handcuffs and such had already been bought, so all we needed to do was get everyone to the house, cuff the couples up at the door, distribute the fifths, and lets things roll.

As the night rolled around, I smoked up with some brothers to take the edge off and got ready. Standard fraternity function outfit; a pair of wrinkly chinos, dark blazer, and checkered button down. Leather belt and some loafers. Knowing I was meeting Madison somewhere other than the couch I slipped our cuffs into my blazer pocket and stashed our fifth near the front door of the house. Knowing the cocktail was set to get started at 8:30, I strolled our of the house at a quarter till 8 heading towards our agreed meeting place.

I could see Madison immediately when I was at least 100 yards from the bar. She was hard to miss, she was faced away from me, waiting for a drink at the outdoor bar area of this place, and I enjoyed the view as I approached. The first thing I saw was her blond hair falling loosely down her back. It was hard to miss. As the rest of her look came into focus I was reminded how lucky I was to have bumped into this girl. She was wearing a lightweight, white dress with a blue tiedye-ish pattern across the stomach and back. It hugged her torso tightly and was held up only by 2 thin straps that left plenty of her back exposed, as well as plenty of cleavage, I was sure. The dress widened out lower on her body, ending at a flowing hem well above her knees. She had added a great touch to her look by wearing a thin white leather belt just above her ass and hips, tightened snug against her lower back and abs. The belt perfectly drew attention to the enticing shelf her ass created as the dress flowed over it.

Below the knees was nothing but long, tan legs and a simple pair of sandals. As I hope my clumsy description suggests, she looked amazing. I called out to her when I was close and bounced my way to the bar, grinning ear to ear. We welcomed each other with a tight hug, and feeling her firm breasts push against my chest as she whispered a greeting in my ear was enough to get me exited for the night, as if I wasn’t already.

I ordered a beer, we had our drinks while passing the time with boring smalltalk, and after paying the tab I took her arm in mine and we set off for the house.

As we approached the house, things were starting to get going. Couples were starting to stream in, somehow had started to play music on our foyer speakers to set the mood for the band, and I could already see the first few couples walking around, joined at the wrist, clutching assorted fifths of liquor.

As we approached the door, I was starting to get pumped up, and Madison was practically radiating nervous but exited energy, and I could totally understand it. She was about to get thrown into a very rowdy, alcohol-fueled social setting with ~170 people, many of which she didn’t know, strapped to the wrist of a guy she’d only known for a few days, with a fifth of liquor between us to share. Despite all this, there was no doubt in my mind she’d have a great time.

We shuffled through the front doors, I grabbed our whisky from nearby, and as we walked up to the bar and prepared our inaugural drinks, I took a quick swig of the 5th, handed to her so she could do the same, and clinked our cuffs together. It was on. (For reference, these were real metal cuffs, probably made of aluminum or something, but they were the play-handcuffs variety, meaning that they had a release switch on both pieces. Hard to break by force, but detachable at any time by the flick of a switch)

The cocktail started tame enough. Classic rock was pumping through the speakers, music that was easy to start grooving to like Rolling Stones, Tom Petty, etc, and the first hour or so consisted of basic socializing as everyone put down there first few mixers and got a bit loose. I spent most of the time introducing Madison to my pledge brothers, saying hello to their dates (most of which I knew, as the greek system is pretty tight-knit), and trying to get her confortable with my brothers.

It all happened really easily. As I suspected, Madison wasn’t a regular at our partied but she knew enough people in Fraternities and sororities to find common ground with most everyone we talked to. It helped that she was an easy-going, beautiful girl, making it even easier for her to get along with all the new faced, and vice versa. We got pretty well liquored up during this period, as pretty much every time we approached a new party me, Madison, my brother and his date would all do a brief pull of our fifth, sometimes exchanging bottles to get a bit of variety. I had made it very clear to Madison that she didn’t need to feel any pressure to keep up, the whole “finish the fifth” concept was harmless tradition, but we kept things at a pretty reasonable pace and she was clearly not out of her comfort zone. As I’ve said my number 1 concern at this point was being mindful that she might not be used to the setting she was in.

As we kept doing damage to our bottle things got more and more rowdy. Being an unfamiliar and pretty face, Madison was playfully hit on by every upperclassmen we talked to while there dates looked on. Again, it was all alcohol-facilitated fun, but I made sure to keep things in check. I’m happy to say that my brothers comported themselves with relative class, however, and Madison was able to laugh off their advances, and often seemed flattered and dare I say excited by their advances. What hot girl with some liquid confidence wouldn’t love getting hit on by a bunch of (no-homo) handsome and gentlemanly guys.

At about 10:00, everyone at the party was pretty sauced, things transitioned to the basement for the band, and my memory starts to fade. The Barry White cover-band loved us, they played on of our cocktails every year and thought our antics were hilarious, so they did whatever they could to up the energy of the place. In between Making drinks and occasional handcuff-breaks for bathroom stops, Madison and I danced like goofballs and enjoyed ourselves, but the sexual tensions increased with every passing drink.

By this point I was sure that Madison was having a great time, and I was enjoying the shit out of myself as well. Introducing her to my fraternity setting and friend group could not have gone better, and I was having a great time because I knew I was showing her a good time, if that makes sense. Our slips began to brush up against one another on the dance floor, but it never went beyond that and believe me, were being modest compared to some other couples on the floor. It was around this time, when the band was winding down, that I began to black out a bit.

The band ended at midnight and with their departure all modesty left with them. Most of Madison and I’s handle was gone, and although we had spilled plenty, far more had made it into our systems. As often happens after a band, brothers began playing a mix of rap, electric dance music, and alternative music on the speakers, and the couples who were still there, which was most of them, dropped the semblance of dancing like civilized people.

Things now get murky. I remember undoing the clasp on Madison’s side of the cuffs so we could dance more freely but keeping my side on, knowing I’d want them in the bedroom later. At this point I simply held the fifth in my left hand taking occasional swigs, offered it to Madison whenever she gestured,

I remember walking Madison from the dancefloor to the bar area for a drink, and pulling her into a brief but hard kiss in the dark area in between the two. She pressed back into me fiercely and it killed me to eventually pull away.

I remember Madison grinding back into me like a slut, rubbing her firm ass up and down my crotch, and another girl who had lost her date, a Junior, maybe one of Madison’s friends, then in turn beginning to grind on Madison, bending entirely over forward to gyrate her ass against my date. When she straightened out at the waste I could see Madison slip a hand around her front to cup her breast, and my cock was rock hard seconds later.

Finally, I remember Madison, now free of her female partner, pushing back into me so hard she pressed me up against a wall. The sensation of her firm ass against my bulge with nothing but her thin cotton dress as a barrier was incredible, and after feeling how incredibly hard I was she whipped around and kissed me passionately, lifting one leg so I could slide my hand up the loose hem of her dress to rub her panties and knead her supple ass.

As opposed to earlier when we broke off such displays of lust to maintain some modesty, this time we continued to sloppily make out, oblivious to everything around us. All I could feel was her amazing body against mine and her wet mouth, and all I could hear was the pounding music, literally. She could have dropped to her knees and sucked my cock right there in front of half the fraternity and I would not have stopped her.

I looked up from our kiss to realize that the crowd had thinned considerably, but that most other guests were so wasted and horny at that point that our public display as lust hadn’t attracted even a second look. I don’t remember exactly what time it was at this point but it had to have been well past 1:00, and I was ready to move things up to my bedroom.

I gently tipped Madison’s face up with a finger and asked with a grin, “that was fun, wanna check out my room?” She got wide, matching, buzzed grin on her face and nodded wordlessly. I’d gotten wasted with this girl, smoked up with her, been handcuffed to her for several hours, fucked her like a wildman, and yet she still hadn’t seen my room. Funny how that works out, but I intent on changing that.

Part II coming soon