Lindsay burst into giggles. “Oh my God, you remember Keith! Anyway, Barry, I suspect most of them didn’t really. You know the rules, we have to take our guy to our room but we’re not obligated to do anything with them if we don’t want to.”
“Didn’t know that,” Barry said. “I mean, that’s good, but no, I’d never heard about that. What I do hear is most of them do end up in bed.”
“Sympathy fucks, I guess,” Lindsay said. “Or maybe some of the girls just want to say they’re not virgins. In any case, I sure as heck didn’t let my freshman guy touch me. It’s don’t ask don’t tell with the others, except Nancy because she never shut up about Joseph.”
“Got it,” Barry said, folding the cheat sheet up to put in his pocket. “Well, I’ll be seeing you in a couple of hours.”
“I trust the freshman guys are a bunch of losers?”
“You’ll be delighted, Lindsay.”
“I sure think I will be,” she replied, mentally undressing Barry already as she saw him to the door.
Faith always left twice as much time for calculus homework as for her other classes, and she always had a crack at it on Saturday in case she needed Sunday as well. This weekend, for once, she wouldn’t need that extra day. Maybe, she admitted to herself as she triumphantly stapled the papers together and set them in her binder, it was nervousness about tonight that had inspired her efficiency. Where typically her mind wandered to anything except math while she was slogging through the problem sets, today it hadn’t, at all.
Was it that she didn’t want to think about the party? Faith didn’t think so. The seniors had told them again and again, they could say no if they wished. No, Faith thought it was probably that she was feeling inclined to say yes, and somehow that made her feel guilty. She knew it shouldn’t — she was a woman now, and had long since put to bed the sense of guilt that used to come with playing with herself. And she’d heard the rumors about KKG and the Fuck Valentine’s Day party even before she’d pledged. Back in September it had sounded rather appealing in a shamefully naughty way.
It still did. But as Faith from her desk to undress for the shower, she couldn’t be sure if the butterflies within were fluttering about in anticipation or in shame.
Or was it embarrassment? As Faith tossed her t-shirt and sweatshirt on her bed, having already taken her jeans off, she couldn’t resist a look in the mirror. Without her glasses she had to step up closer to see the young woman looking back at her in a plain white bra and panties. How it would feel for a guy to see her like this, and then in nothing at all, for the first time? She was still young enough to remember a time when she’d sworn up and down no boy would ever see her naked — a memory that made her laugh now and admit that now the idea had plenty of appeal.
Be honest, she admonished herself as she undid her bra, this party was a big part of why you pledged. Having finally come clean — to herself anyway — she felt nothing but pleasant anticipation as she pulled her panties down and found they were rather damp. Faith had never been one to prance around naked even in her own room, but in the heat of the newly liberated moment she felt quite happy to do so.
Casting aside a fleeting thought that maybe she should save herself for the party, Faith got busy with her right hand. Usually she took to her bed for this, but she was feeling too wound up to lie down just now. It was a narrow room, but there was space enough for her to stroll from her desk to her bed and back again, teasing her clit gently as she went and imagining welcoming her match inside — inside the room and inside her — in just a few hours.
Maybe he could teach her just what to do. Maybe he wouldn’t know what to do either, and it would be an adventure for them to join in on together. Faith liked that idea even more, and she saw them laughing gently together at the pleasant embarrassment as they undressed each other, his own secrets coming out in the open along with hers, the big moment he was inside her…oh, how delicious that would feel!
She was just past the foot of her bed when she had to stop and give into the sensation and rub harder. Imagining his hardness clutched within and his gentle hands on her breasts and hers all over his body, Faith came so hard it was a struggle to stay quiet. She laughed once the danger had passed — what was the harm given what they were all going to be up to tonight? — and then swung on her bathrobe to wear to the shower.
Only when she had the sash tied and her bucket and towel at the ready did Faith pull the pencil out and let her hair down. Something about Lindsay’s comment had her feeling rebellions about her hair now — just what was wrong with being a library rat anyway? She had never warmed up to Lindsay and had finally come to admit lately that she really didn’t like her very much.
Of course, Nancy, whom she did like, had also advised her to wear her hair down. But Faith could have done without the ‘library rat’ comment.
Lindsay was right, most of the younger sisters knew the score and, although they all wore something pretty, none but Faith went all out on their appearance. So it was that Faith was the last one downstairs, after even a few of the guys had arrived. She responded with a shy grin and a quiet “thank you” to the collective wow of appreciation that went up when she blossomed forth in her flashy red dress, with her nails painted to match and her hair down for a change. She had opted to keep her glasses on, but she had switched out her everyday ones for a more elegant looking pair that her mother had insisted on buying, and which she rarely wore because they felt too fancy. Tonight there was no such thing as “too fancy”.
“Faith, you look wonderful!” said Connie, who was busy setting the munchies on the table.
“What a change!” agreed Joan, who was holding court with two guys by the fireplace and was herself dressed in a plain skirt and top as usual.
“Who is that?” Dan, the star of the basketball team, asked Joan.
“Her name’s Faith,” Joan said. “Sweet girl, but I didn’t see that coming!”
“The butterfly emerges, huh?” asked Joan’s other male companion, James.
Joan laughed. “That’s why you got a ticket here, James, poetry like that!” James was one of the few invitees who was neither a jock nor a nerd; Joan vaguely believed he’d been invited because he’d helped one of the sisters pass a tough exam last semester. Presumably that sister, whoever she was, had arranged for his heart.
Faith made a beeline for the punch bowl. She wasn’t a big drinker, but her acute awareness that one of the cute guys she spotted just might be helping her out of her dress shortly had her nerves running wild. Two of her fellow freshmen, Heather and Kathy, were already well into their first serving of the dangerously sweet concoction. “I definitely need some of this!” Faith told them, grabbing up a tumbler.
“Is that your prom dress?” asked Kathy, who had also worn red for the occasion, of a much less ostentatious shade.