Sorority Sponsors – Part Two

I couldn’t bring myself to invite Kristen to come to our small house near the beach. But I wanted to be with her without stirring up a controversy. She offered a solution while we were getting dressed.

“We are having our SEX ON THE BEACH Bonfire tonight. Why don’t you come? Kay is out of town and you are just going to be hanging around your house by yourself all night anyway. The Kappa Delts are grilling steaks and we will be playing volleyball….it will be fun. We’ll be on Gold Beach from four o’clock until who knows when. The last big blowout before finals.”


When a nubile coed wearing only tiny white shorts and sandals, holding a pink peasant blouse she was preparing to put back on, asks you out, the polite thing to do is accept. She stood there, that amazing six-pack under those small, firm breasts with those exquisitely tiny and hard nipples, blonde hair, blue eyes and a smile that could melt the coldest heart, and waited for an answer.
“Sounds like fun. I’ll get a couple bottles of wine and some other stuff and see you later,” I agreed. “But we have to be careful. What we did here has to be kept between us. No one else can ever know. It would be the end of my career, my marriage, everything.”

“It’s okay Paul. I knew the rules from the beginning. I am not trying to break up you and Kay. It’s just that I have such crush on you. It seems a shame to waste it on wishful thinking and hot daydreams. And we are FANTASTIC together, don’t you agree?” She threw her arms around my neck and pulled herself up to kiss me, pressing those naked breasts against my chest.

“Then let’s set the ground rules,” I whispered to her with my arms wrapped around her.

“First,” I kissed her softly conveying my passion, “there will be NO public displays of affection. No touching, no brushing against, no casual contact.” She shrugged her understanding and nodded in agreement.

“Second,” I kissed her longer and harder. “Second, there will be no flirtation. No innuendo. No double-entendres. No conversation other than sorority business and schoolwork when we are around anyone at all.” She smiled mischievously and waited for the next ground rule.

“Third and finally,” we kissed again. The kiss went on, the kiss of lovers, lingering and gentle but filled with fire and promise. “If a nice boy asks you out, you will go. You won’t hold yourself in reserve only for me. You will enjoy being young and desirable and the object of lust and affection. When you decide we’ve run our course and you’ve had your fill, you will say it’s over and it will be over. If it hasn’t ended by graduation, when you receive your diploma we have to stop. But we will remain lifelong friends.” I let that sink in. “Deal?”

“I can have you all the way until graduation? Yeah, I can agree to that. I thought we might have a hot weekend and that would be it. But those rules sound fair.” She let go of my neck and stuck out her hand to seal the deal with a handshake.

“Do you have any rules of your own?” I asked as I took her hand.

“First, don’t make a big deal out of our age difference. You aren’t that much older. Second, don’t make a big deal out of me being a student. I’m not YOUR student. Third, I want you to share everything you know about how a woman can pleasure a man. I want to do it all with you. Everything you can think of and everything I can think of too. Deal?”

“DEAL!” I replied. Kristen giggled as we shook. Then she kissed me quickly on the lips and pulled her peasant blouse on.

“See you tonight!” she said over her shoulder as she grabbed the doorknob.

“Hey, what about lunch?” I asked, still hungry.

“Oh, I am full now. I have a lot of work to do before the beach party. See you later, Paul!” She blew me a kiss and left.
“See you later, Kristen.” I promised to her sexy backside as she walked down the hall and out of the building. I locked up my office and the building and drove to the liquor store to buy several bottles of decent wine. In the liquor store I had to fight the urge to brag about what had happened. I know I reeked of sex and I secretly hoped other people could smell it. Several times I raised my hand and pretending to rub my nose so I could refresh the smell of Kristen that lingered on my fingers. I didn’t know what was coming over me. I had changed so much in such a brief time.

After the liquor store I stopped at the DQ and bought a cheeseburger and fries to replenish my energy. Then I went home and took a shower to reluctantly wash the sexual odor from my body. When I looked in the mirror at the man who had just broken his marriage vows, I couldn’t help but feel…..giddy. I tried to find guilt in there somewhere, but I really couldn’t. I was grinning too much to feel miserable. I was in love with a wonderful woman who was bearing my child. I was in lust with a sexy coed who seemed perfectly all right with the rules that it was sex, it was private, and it was for a limited time only. It was like Christmas and my birthday and the Fourth of July all rolled into one. I was so excited and grateful all together. It was a momentous moment of exhilaration.

I spent part of the afternoon puttering around the house. I decided to mow and that meant I needed another shower. I put on a floral print shirt, casual shorts and huarache sandals. By that time I thought it would be the right time for the sponsor to show up at a coed function. I ate a sandwich and chased it with a beer. Even though their brother fraternity was cooking steaks, I didn’t know what to really expect. I wanted to have the option of skipping dinner if things were too dicey or if I felt like a weird older guy crashing their party in order to feel young. I needn’t have worried.

The party was on Gold Beach, only two miles from my house, most of it down the beach. I packed the bottles of wine and a corkscrew into a backpack, walked the short distance down to the beach and headed west along the shore. I was glad I did. The coast highway parallels the beach and I could see people parking nearly a mile from the party. Several of them had crested the protection dunes and were walking down the beach as I was. Half a mile from the soiree it looked like Mardi Gras had sprung up. Hundreds of people covered the beach, not just Sigma Xi and Kappa Delta. While there were college students in abundance, there were also scores of older people. There were alumni from both Greek houses. Some of the alums were ten or fifteen years older than I was and I found out later that they used this beach party as a de facto reunion and many had been coming annually since graduation. There were former students, local Texans, and people who heard a party was going on and crashed the scene. I didn’t feel out of place at all.

In the loose sand away from the water, there was several volleyball courts roped out with a tournament going on. As I strolled past, I took the time to admire the sexy legs and sexier tight shorts on the coeds. I took in the scene in the gulf. There were dozens of young people in the water as well. I noticed there were two pickup trucks that were backed down to the water’s edge with big white chairs perched in the back. Each was staffed by a real lifeguard that the Greeks had hired to oversee the safety of their members and guests. I was impressed. Beyond the swimmers there were dozens of powerboats anchored up in the shallows. Beyond them I saw the familiar hull of the local Coast Guard Interceptor. As I took it all in, a pair of deputy sheriffs rode by on quad motorcycles. Clearly I had underestimated the Greeks. They had taken this event seriously.
There were also several fire rings with various kinds of chairs and benches around them and I even saw a couple of garage sale couches that were bought just for today and would end up in the fire before the morning came. It was rare to see anyone in trousers of any kind. The heavily dressed wore shorts and a casual shirt like I was. The rest wore just a swimsuit. Some of the young women seemed to have a contest going on where the winner wore the least fabric possible and still could call it a swimsuit. The young men appreciated those efforts and showed it by hovering around those scantily clad damsels like wolves around a pork chop. I smiled, shook my head and moved on.

The Kappa Delts had a big trailer mounted grill and several shirtless young men sweating over mountains of steaks and corn wrapped in foil. This was the big event and both groups planned this out all year long. As I stood and amazed at how much work went into this, one of the cooks handed me a plate full of food and a cold beer he had just cracked.

“Here you go Prof, any sponsor of SEX is a sponsor for Kappa DEE! SALUDA!” He cracked open another beer from the cooler at the end of the big grill and raised it in salute before pulling down a long chug. All of his fraternity brothers within hearing shouted “KAPPA DEE!” on cue and everyone drained their beer.