Ariel watched out the window, the other student beginning to file into their dorms and campus housing. Having arrived a week early due to choir rehearsals, she had her room already having been put away.

There were a variety of boys streaming by, none particularly interesting to her until she saw *him*

Tall, slender, but with contour to the sleeves of his shirt and a taper down towards his waist, clearly showing that there were muscles on his slim create. She got lost in the sight of him, her eyes tracing the beads of sweat running down his forehead in the August heat, his brown hair curling slightly in the humid air.

“Taking a gander at the frat boys, huh?” Her roommate, Elizabeth, teased Ariel. “Do you really want to be part of that world?”

Elizabeth laughed it off and went over to her side of the room without a second wondered, Ariel staring out the window a bit longer, watching as the boy carried another box inside. She couldn’t help but to envision him, standing over her, driving himself inside of her with increasing intensity. Ariel’s legs pressed tight together as she felt the fabric of her panties begin to moisten at the wondered of this stranger taking her.

*I wish I could be. Part of that world*

She wondered to herself, sighing as she accepted the fact that such a man would never go for her, that she would never have the opportunity to as much as meet him. Ariel may have been new to campus, but as she saw the Greek lettering “Phi Epsilon Pi”

on the side of neighbors house, she knew that she would need help. And she unfortunately knew just where she would need to go.

“You poor, unfortunate soul!” Her cousin Ursula laughed later that day when Ariel went to explain the situation “If only you had a chance to be at our party tomorrow, where the entirety of Phi Epp will be in attendance.”

Ursula laughed, her lips turning up into a grin as she continued.

“Now I admit that I’ve been a nasty” she said. “They weren’t kidding when they called me a bitch. But I’ve mended all my ways, repented, seen the light, and made a switch”

There was a devilish look in Ursula’s eyes as she gave her cousin a chance.

“Rush” she said. “For Delta Delta Delta. Come out with the girls tonight and you can come over to the party tomorrow. I’ll even introduce you to whatever boy you have your eye on”

Ariel readily agreed, much to her cousins pleasure.

The night started with the sisters of Delta Delta Delta pouring shots for the pledges. One. Then another. And another. Ariel didn’t know what was in the glass, but she knew that each one felt like her throat was being raked across the coals. The rest of the night went blurry, Ariel not coming too until late afternoon the next day. Hungover with a pounding headache, she drug herself to the shower, knowing she had only a little time to get herself ready and over for the party.

As the water cascaded down over Ariel’s body, she let out a sigh, the sensations of warmth filling her body. Ariel had all the time found singing in the shower to be relaxing, settling any nerves, so she opened her mouth to prepare to sing.

She clenched her jaw shore after but a moment, the feeling of a thousand small knives all pressing into her throat as she attempted to speak, the shots from the night before leaving her throat sore to the point where she couldn’t speak.

Later that evening, Ariel arrives at the party, shyly slinking off to the corner, avoiding eye contact with anyone as she nervously looked around, considering whether not to even stay. She was uncomfortable and unsure what to do, considering she couldn’t even speak.

When she had finally had enough, she started to walk towards the door, ready to call it an evening and go back to her dorm room. Her path was interrupted as the young man from before cut off her path.

“Hey” he said, his voice calm and gentle, a soft smile on his face as he looked down at Ariel. “We know each other, don’t we?”

He was dressed for the occasion, matching slacks and sports coat over a buttoned down shirt, meticulously ironed to avoid any semblance of a wrinkle. Despite his attire, he seemed to stand out to Ariel. Maybe it was the way he approached her. Or the way he hadn’t seemed to gotten as drunk as his brothers. Regardless of what it was, he stood out to her even more in the moment.

“You’re the girl in the dorm across from the house, aren’t you?” He asked, his question and interest genuine. “The one who sings?”

Ariel opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Her face went from one of excitement at the attention, to one of disappointment. She sighed a silent sigh as he responded.

“I guess not” he said. “I hope you have a great evening anyways”

And with that, the young man started to walk back towards the party, leaving Ariel with a choice.

*Never underestimate the power of body language Ariel*

she wondered to herself before summoning all of the courage she could muster and stepping toward the young man.

Acting for more bold than she felt, she took his hand from behind, gently tugging at it until he turned to face her. The man’s lips started to open to speak, but the delicate skin of Ariel’s finger pressed tight to his lips, her other hand still on his.

With a subtle nod, Ariel motioned to where the others had collected around a speaker to dance. Moving in such a way, taking the lead like this, was a step into wild uncharted waters, something she wouldn’t normally do. But, the tingling she felt in her core, the wetness the feeling of his hand in hers caused between her legs. She craved it. She needed it. She couldn’t get the wondered of him out of her mind and knew, that without being able to speak, she would have to be forward.

As the bass of the music caused subtle vibrations through the floor, Ariel leaned her body against that of her new found crush

Releasing his hand from hers, she reached around his body, her soft hands sliding between his sports coat and shirt, pulling him against her, the warmth of their bodies radiating off each other as she felt like her heart was gonna beat out of her chest.

Unable to hide the blush on her face as she felt the hardening of his cock against her stomach, Ariel turned her body, facing away from the young man, instead pressing her ass against his crotch. As she felt his cock press against her, she couldn’t help but to let her mind wander. To what it would feel inside of her. To how well it would stretch her. To what the young man’s cum would taste like. She knew that she needed more than this.

She leaned her head up, looking up at him, the passion of her desire burning in her eyes like and unyielding inferno. She can feel as his hands slide around her waist, along the taut skin of her stomach, only the thin layer of her shirt between them.

In this moment, her previous curiosity turned into an urge she could not control. She no longer thought what his cock looked like, she needed to know. She didn’t want his cum on her lips, she craved it. She didn’t want to be grinding against him, she needed his cock.

Pulling away from him, she started for the door, looking back over her shoulder, her upper row of teeth pressing firmly against her bottom lip, her eyes carrying the message that her voice could not.

*Don’t be scared, you’ve got the mood prepared*

As soon as he had followed her outside, Ariel turned back to him, her eyes staring up into his, almost daring him

*kiss the girl*

The shockwave from their lips meeting reverberated through Ariel’s body, igniting her to her core and awakening a side of her she didn’t know she had.

Her hands slid up the muscular arms, cupping his face and pulling herself deeper into the kiss, their tongues dancing as she pressed against him, backing him as they kissed, guiding him towards a wooden bench on the porch of the house.

As the young man’s calves pressed into the wood, Ariel pulled away, the young man leaning forward to kiss her again, sighing as his lips found only air.

“What is your na…” he began to ask, his words cut off by a finger pressed to his lips, the turquoise eyes of the woman in front of him staring into his as she shook her head. Her lips curled up into a smirk as her hand slid down to his chest, playfully pushing hun back onto the bench.

No sooner had his backside reached the wood of the bench than Ariel slid to her knees in front of him. Her hands found his belt, and fumbled with it. Once. Then twice. The third time proved the charm, the buckle finally freeing to her willing movements.

In a swift motion, she had his cock free of his boxers, her eyes widening as she took it into her small hand, her fingers curling around his shaft. She looked it up and down before her eyes went up to meet those of her newfound lover.

Without breaking the stare into his eyes, she leaned forward, her tongue slipping out of her mouth and gently teasing a small circle around the tip of the hard cock in front of her, gently teasing it as she gathered his precum on her tongue, the taste proving quite arousing.

She teased the tip. And then the shaft. A gentle brush of her tongue up and down his cock, her hand sliding up and down along with her mouth.

After a few more moments of teasing, a few more times up and down his shaft, the glisten of her saliva coating his shaft in the moonlight, she finally wrapper her lips around the tip.

As her lips suctioned around his cock, her tongue brushed across his tip, gently teasing the sensitive area before she slid her lips down his shaft, her tongue gliding and wrapping around his cock as her mouth lowered.

She worked her way his shaft until she felt her nose press into his stomach, his cock pressing against the back of her throat. She held her position, him fully within her, for as long as she could until she had to slid back up to breathe.

A few deep breaths and she was back to work, her head bobbing up and down, her auburn hair draped across the man’s lap as she worked.

She moved faster and deeper. Head head bobbing up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Faster. Faster. Faster.

She could hear his breathing quicken and it only drove her onward. As she felt the man’s legs begin to tremble, she closed her lips tightly around his shaft, and soon enough had what she wanted.

He flooded her mouth, his seed spilling into it, and leaking out of her lips even as she help herself tight to his shaft. Only once every drop that the young man had to spill was in her mouth did she pull herself away, her mouth full of cum, and slow trickle starting to run down her throat, coating her throat with the sticky layer that she had worked so hard for.

The man panted and looked down at her, lust burning in his eyes.

“I’m Eric…” he said softly, finally introducing himself.

With a gulp and a swallow, the rest of his seed slid down her throat and she gave him a smile

“I’m Ariel”