What Happens at a Frat House

It had been about two weeks since Taylor and I had moved into our dorm and opened the year by having sloppy drunken sex with one another. It had been awkward for a few days as we tried to ignore it, and on our second Thursday on campus I finally worked up the nerve to say something to my beautiful roommate.

“Tay, we need to talk about what happened,” I started nervously. We had both been sitting at our desks doing homework. Well, Tay had been doing homework. I could barely focus with how awkward the situation seemed.

“Thank God,” she whispered, sighing and letting her pen fall. “I’ve wanted to say something since it happened but I couldn’t work up the courage.” Her lower lip quivered and her eyes began to well up. I was so confused!

“What’s wrong?” I asked, dismayed. I certainly hadn’t expected her to start crying.

“I liked it,” she sobbed. Now I was getting VERY confused. “But my family is Christian, they can’t ever find out that I’m bisexual. They won’t accept me!”

I crossed the room to comfort my crying roommate, wiping her eyes. I wasn’t really sure what to say, not being very religious. “Well, we don’t have to tell them. It can be our secret, they don’t have to find out. Anyways, we were so drunk it wasn’t like you really knew what was going on.” She hugged me tightly as I said this, and I wrapped my arms back around her. I liked it too, I longed to say. I know other ways to comfort you. But I stopped myself from saying it, even though I knew I wanted to caress every inch of her, to make her know that I accepted what we had done, that I had enjoyed it too.

“Thank you so much,” she whispered. “I thought you were amazing when you moved in…I want us to be like sisters.” I forced my smile. How could I tell her I wanted to be more than sisters? It hurt to know that she thought what we had shared was a mistake, but I knew that she needed to believe it.

“I want to be sisters too, and share secrets and have our own little language. And we can go out tomorrow night and find cute guys and they’ll fall madly in love with the two of us because we’re obviously the best looking girls on campus!” She snorted with laughter as I said that.

“I look like a mess right now,” she said, still fighting laughter. “Who would fall for this?”

“Well…we’ll find a guy who can’t see for you,” I joked. “Or you could stop crying like a baby and put some makeup on.”

We fell into fits of laughter before returning to our school work. Suddenly everything seemed alright to Taylor, and she was her regular talkative self. Knowing she was okay made it hurt less to smile, and I kept it up for her sake.

*

True to our word, we went out the next night to one of the fraternity houses for another party. This party had a theme—“Office Hos and CEOs. Tay and I laughed at how ridiculous we looked as we started to get dressed. High heels, stockings, tight mini skirts and thongs, tight button-up shirts left open to show our bras. We completed the ensemble with ties loosely done up around our necks and dorky-looking glasses. I had to resist the urge to rub my clit furiously as Tay changed in front of me; the aching in my loins was so palpable I nearly moaned as she bent over to pull up her panties.