The sorority house is packed like sardines. I can't believe how many drunk people are gathered in this one house. The first parties of the school year are usually fuller, louder, and more raucous than the rest of the year. People come out before they get too weighed down with coursework.

"Abbi!" Vanessa calls to me as soon as I step inside. She's marching toward me purposefully, dragging another woman behind her. "This is Lisa. She's a transfer from Florida."

"Hi, Lisa," I take her hand and she blushes.

"I told her you would be her partner for the beer pong tournament."

I bite back a groan. I haven't played beer pong since my undergraduate days.

"I'm from coming from Florida A & M," Lisa grins, "I hope you're a worthy partner."

"I may be a bit rusty but I'm up for the challenge," this suddenly doesn't seem quite as horrible as it did a moment ago.

Leading me by the hand, Lisa pulls me out into the backyard. Four tables are set up with teams already playing.

"I'm on Justin's team," Vanessa winks and rushes off to find her partner.

"She told me you're getting your doctorate," Lisa leans in, her body pressed against mine.

"I am. What are you majoring in?"

"Graphic design," she places her hand on my chest, coming up on her toes to get closer to my ear.

"What made you want to transfer from Florida?"

"Your accent is so hot," she giggles, pressing into me a bit harder.

"So is yours," I smirk. Her slight southern drawl is as cute as the freckles on her cheeks.

"Abbi, Lisa," Justin calls, "We're up!"

Walking toward the table, her fingers brush against mine. It's been a few weeks since I've had sex and her tiny jean shorts and flirty attitude are messing with my mind.

As we play, she rubs against me every time it's her turn to throw the ball. I'll give her all due props, she's excellent at this.

Unfortunately, I'm too distracted to make most of my shots.

Every time she sinks a ball, she bounces on her toes, shaking her perfect tits right in my face.

"I told you I was rusty," I whisper against the shell of her ear as she leans back into me.

"If you wanted, you could make it up to me in a different way?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I'm parked just down the road, on that dead-end road. Come with me and I'll show you." Her teeth sink into her lower lip; at this moment, she could lead me to the gates of hell, and I wouldn't even notice.

Following her, we walk past the hoards of people. Groups are playing drinking games, dancing, chatting... the dark house is filled with people trying to hook-up.

I'm surprised that the night is heading this way, I wasn't expecting to meet anyone here.

As soon as we're away from the noise, out on the quiet street, I grab her arm, pulling her back into my chest. I've had to drink a few red cups full of warm beer, she never missed a shot.

"Have you been drinking at all tonight?"

She bites into her lips again, "I had one beer earlier. I would pass a field sobriety test," she giggles and brings her mouth up to mine. Her kiss is forceful, demanding. I let her lead me toward her car, our mouths still connected.

"Get in the back," she whispers against my lips.

Sliding into the backseat of her small Honda is no simple task but once I'm vertical she climbs in on top of me.

"You're so fucking sexy," she breathes against my neck as her fingers slide down my chest and over the button of my jeans.

The next several minutes pass in a whirlwind of kissing, groaning, and tugging. At some point, her little shorts and neon pink panties are pulled down her legs and my throbbing cock is pulled from my pants.

"I have a condom in my pants, in my wallet," I try to reach down but she stops me, moving her hand into my pocket.

"Let me do it," she coos before ripping the packet open with her teeth.

Scooting her body down between the front and back seats, she puts the condom onto my tip. Looking into my eyes in the darkness, she slides her mouth over the condom, rolling it down the length of my cock with her lips.

"Jesus Christ," I groan.

With a pleased grin on her face, she pulls herself on top of me again, her thighs straddling me. With one quick roll of her hips, she sinks down onto me. Choked moans fill the small, hot cab of her car. Digging my heels into the floorboards, I push up, meeting each of her thrusts with one of my own.

"Fuck!" She throws her head back and rides me until I feel ready to explode.

With my fingers circling her clit, she comes, her body clenching around mine.

Some garbled form of unintelligible words fall from my lips as I fill the condom.

"That was amazing," she giggles and slides off of me.

"I'm starving, want to grab food?"

A bright smile shines on her face. "Yes. Where did you have in mind?"

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