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BLADE
Rho Alpha Xiknew how to throw one hell of a party and as a party-going connoisseur, I knew how to judge the merits of a party.
Aiden and I kept it simple with crisp, white t-shirts and dark denim jeans. Our simplicity stood out in a house full of guys wearing Exley shirts. It only took one look from girls to immediately know we were the alphas in a pack of betas.
Earlier that day, a barber worked his magic on Aiden and me. It was a Friday afternoon ritual to get trimmed before the weekend’s festivities. We got the perfect short, fuckboy haircuts that caused sorority girls to cream their panties. The kind that started out full on top and then slowly faded to nothing on the backs of our heads. That, along with a few pumps of high-end cologne, and we were ready to get laid and the women were ready to lay us.
College was about so much more than schoolwork, hard work, and obtaining diplomas. It was about taking advantage of the best time of our lives. We didn’t measure our success and failures by our GPA, we measured it by the quality and quantity of pussy.
A hot, young freshman girl greeted me as I entered the house. Long, thick brunette hair cascaded over her delicate shoulders before falling between her massive tits. Which, upon closer inspection, were probably implants. That was fine by me, though. Real or fake, those babies would look hot as fuck slathered with my cum.
“Hey, BK,” she said, dragging her pointer finger over her wet, puckered lips.
I was pleasantly surprised that she’d heard about me since it was obviously her first semester. Freshmen always had that wide-eyed excitement at parties, the deer in headlight look that was torn between a potent combination of anxiety and rebellion that stemmed from being away from home for the first time.
The girl tried hooking her arm around my neck, but I moved to the right, causing her to leave a red lipstick stain on my cheek. I appreciated her shooting her shot, but I was on a mission. She looked disappointed as I walked away, leaning against the wall in a short black dress and killer stiletto heels. Under normal circumstances, I’d be chatting her up and taking advantage of her daddy issues, but not that night.
No, that night was all about getting Isabella Dayton into bed, winning the bet, and proving to myself that I would always be the Bedroom King.
I had never set out with the sole intention of having sex with a particular woman. It just sort of happened, like when I’d meet someone and instantly click. Except in my case, it’s when I met a girl and knew she’d be easy. I didn’t have the patience to screw the girls that liked to play hard to get.
Isabella was anything but easy.
I searched for her in the growing crowd, and found her as she began to make her way down the stairs. Aiden fist-pumped me as we both watched. She wore a sleeveless red dress and black heels. As she reached the landing, she made brief eye contact with me before heading into the kitchen, where she began chatting with a few of the girls.
Aiden whistled as he rested his arm on my shoulder. “It’s never gonna happen, bro. She even holds her cup as though it were a glass of champagne.”
“Just give me some time.”
Isabella flung her head back laughing, revealing a perfect set of bright white teeth behind a pair of plump, hot pink lips that I suddenly needed around my cock. I imagined her on her hands and knees, her lips flirting with the head of my cock. In my wildest dreams, she slipped her tongue forward, lapping up my pre-cum. It would’ve been enough to make me nut all over her face, sending stray ropes of thick cum into her blonde hair.
Aiden rolled his eyes before walking away, eager to begin the process of securing his own hookup. In his wildest dreams, he’d be the one to bed Isabella, but like I said, we both preferred the easy girls. There’s no way in hell he had the fortitude to even try.
I casually made my way through the crowd, nodding at people as I got closer to the punch bowl. Isabella and I had chatted on a handful of occasions, none of which even bordered on flirtation. She was easy to talk to, but impossible to breach on a personal level. She was always there, but always distant. Untouchable. Infallible. Unavailable.
By the time I got close to her, my balls were already aching. Blue balls that I knew would only get bluer until they were fully black. If she had it her way, they’d probably fucking fall off. She was so much more than a fucking cock tease and deep down, behind the veil of innocence, she knew it.
Isabella poured herself another glass of punch as I grabbed a plastic cup. She glanced over my direction with those incredible come fuck me eyes. “Hey, Blade.”
“Hey, Isabella. How’s it going tonight?”
She practically chugged the punch in one go. She shrugged her shoulders, loudly gasping before going in for a refill. “So far, so good.”
There was something different about her. She wasn’t the type of girl to cut loose at a party, let alone finish off two drinks in a mere few minutes. Perhaps, she’d be easier than anticipated.
I poured myself a glass and gravitated towards a group of guys, who each patted me on the back. Their conversation went from girlfriends to politics, with me occasionally giving my input. I did my best not to be evident about Isabella, though, by keeping her in my side view.
As Isabella became visibly relaxed from the alcohol, another girl took her hand and dragged her out into the dining room. They shared a giggle along the way, with Isabella hunching over in a fit of laughter. The music was too loud for me to hear what they were chatting about, and it didn’t help that the men beside me were boisterously talking about sports. The two girls started dancing to the music. Seeing Isabella’s gorgeous ass jiggle made me forget what the guys were even talking about or that they were even talking at all. I got lost in my own little world, imagining what it would be like to be the one dancing behind her.
I propped myself up against the wall, watching her get lost in the music. I’d never seen her so loose and carefree before. The fact that she was laughing in public was odd. Normally, she was the type of girl to be reserved at all times. The perfect fucking Stepford wife.
Deciding that my conquest would be easier than expected, I chugged the rest of my punch and headed towards the makeshift dance floor. Isabella’s intoxicating perfume made my cock stir. and several girls batted their eyes at me as I approached, getting closer to her. Maybe they noticed the growing bulge in my jeans. Maybe they just noticed me. My confidence shot through the roof.
But then I overheard a guy talking about Isabella.
“Look at her, bro. Who knew Little Miss Perfect had a slutty side?”
I didn’t know the guy’s name but recognized his face as belonging to another fraternity. His friends high-fived him as he made his way out onto the dance floor, positioning himself right up against Isabella’s back.
