“Tony,” yelled Brian. “Come over here.”
From across the crowded frat house basement, I hear Brian call and walked over through the crowd. The crowd was thinning though. It was 1:30 in the morning, and even though it was a Friday night, some people were heading out early since the next night was a themed party and everyone knew they’d be back and out until at least four in the morning for it.
Brian was standing with a very hot blonde who was wearing a loose t-shirt and a very low cut skirt.
“Tony,” said Brian. “This is Cindi. Cindi, this is Gudzinya. You oughta let him get in ya.”
He laughed. He’d said that to so many girls in the basement of this frat house trying to get me laid. And he could never remember how to pronounce my last name, which is Getculli. But as many girls as he’d said it to, everyone always figured he was just being his usual self—the comedian.
“Okay,” said Cindi.
We both looked at her. Neither of her had expected her to give that answer.
I felt myself grow hard. I was really hoping I had heard her correctly.
“Well what are you waiting for, man. Take her upstairs.”
I was lucky I had my own room. I’d only just joined the fraternity a few weeks back in the semester, but there was an open room in The House and I was invited to move in and get out of the dorm.
I put my arm around Cindy’s shoulder and began walking her to the stairs leading out of the basement. As we walked away, Brian grabbed my hand and put it onto her ass, under her skirt. I could feel the string of her thong panties.
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