It was equal parts intimidating and exciting as we danced. Even in a button-up shirt and tie, I could see the muscles bulging in his chest and arms, and he grabbed my hips with powerful hands. He was tall, probably around six foot three, and he was definitely a heavy lifter in the gym. If I had been that drunk I may not have realized how cute he was as he tried to dance with me. I was buzzing pretty well, though not nearly as drunk as I had been at my last frat party, and thankfully so. I was dancing by myself near Tay and my friends when he came up to me.
My anger didn’t hold up as the alcohol got to me, and soon I was back on the dance floor. I envied those two guys so much, and excused myself from the dance floor to get something to drink.
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Before I even had time to get my bearings, Tay was wedged between two of the brothers, grinding like she was a professional stripper. The guys at the party were all in suits to start off, but everyone began shedding clothes as it got hot on the dance floor. Out we went for the frat party, again with a group of girls from our floor, all dressed like slutty secretaries. But soon she was fully dressed, and as scantily as that was, it became easier to control my racing heart. 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. We completed the ensemble with ties loosely done up around our necks and dorky-looking glasses. High heels, stockings, tight mini skirts and thongs, tight button-up shirts left open to show our bras. Tay and I laughed at how ridiculous we looked as we started to get dressed. This party had a theme-“Office Hos and CEOs. True to our word, we went out the next night to one of the fraternity houses for another party. Knowing she was okay made it hurt less to smile, and I kept it up for her sake. Suddenly everything seemed alright to Taylor, and she was her regular talkative self. We fell into fits of laughter before returning to our school work. “Or you could stop crying like a baby and put some makeup on.” “Well…we’ll find a guy who can’t see for you,” I joked. “I look like a mess right now,” she said, still fighting laughter. 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 want to be sisters too, and share secrets and have our own little language. 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 thought you were amazing when you moved in…I want us to be like sisters.” I forced my smile. 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. 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. It can be our secret, they don’t have to find out. I wasn’t really sure what to say, not being very religious. I crossed the room to comfort my crying roommate, wiping her eyes. “But my family is Christian, they can’t ever find out that I’m bisexual. I certainly hadn’t expected her to start crying. “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. “Thank God,” she whispered, sighing and letting her pen fall. I could barely focus with how awkward the situation seemed. We had both been sitting at our desks doing homework. “Tay, we need to talk about what happened,” I started nervously. 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. 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.