"Oh, my God, Beth!," Becca slurred. "Just do it, already!"
The two girls stood in the foyer to the Wilson dormitory. It was nearly 2:30AM and both girls were more than intoxicated.
...
It had been a long Friday night for the two sorority girls. They had begun their night bar hopping at Jimmy's Pub, the bar right off of campus.
Before going out, Becca made sure both girls were dressed to the nines.
Becca wore a skin tight cocktail dress that hugged her thin frame in all of the right places. A push-up bra propped up her 34B chest and gave the illusion that her dress hid more than it did. Bright red lipstick and deep blue eye shadow provided a sharp contrast to her tanned, caramel features. Becca was very proud of her tan and frequented the campus tanning salon on a weekly basis. Her dark hair flowed in waves down to the center of her back and was perfectly styled for the evening.
At 5'9, Beth was the taller of the two girls by a good six inches and wore a green dress that Becca had loaned her. In truth, it was almost too small for Beth. The dress barely reached a quarter of the way down Beth's thigh and showed more cleavage than she would normally be comfortable showing, the dress barely covering her ample 36D chest. Beth had to give Becca credit for one thing: the dress really brought out the color of Beth's aqua blue eyes in the light. Although she normally wore her hair in a ponytail, Beth let her shoulder-length blond hair down for the evening. A light pink lipstick and some eye shadow that Becca applied, and Beth had completed her transformation.
The night itself was a blur. Several groups of guys had shown interest at the bars and the alcohol had come easily enough. Attractive girls rarely had to buy their own drinks. Becca, the more outgoing of the two, made it a point to lure over guys whenever the girls' glasses were empty. The ensuing conversations were almost worse than just buying their own drinks. "Do you go to school here?" "What are you majoring in?" "You're the hottest girl I've ever seen on campus."
After leaving Jimmy's Pub early in the night, the girls had decided to make a game of it: after a drink or two, the girls would excuse themselves to visit the bathroom. Instead of returning to their potential suitors, however, they would simply leave for another bar, leaving the poor guys in a state of confusion for the rest of the night.
In truth, neither Becca nor Beth were interested in meeting someone. Beth had recently broken up with her boyfriend of six years and was just looking for a good time. Becca, meanwhile, was more than willing to provide it.
Between the fun of stringing guys along, dancing, and the constant flow of alcohol, the two girls completely ignored the bartender signaling last call at Guido's. The two girls even continued to dance until the music was turned off and the lights were dimmed. It wasn't until one of the waitresses approached them that they realized how late it was.
Stumbling out onto State Street, Beth turned to Becca and put her arm around Becca's shoulder.
"Thank you for such an amazing evening," Beth said. "I really needed this."
Becca, equally inebriated, leaned on Beth as they walked back towards their sorority house. After turning down Grover Street, Becca pointed to Wilson Dorm as they walked past.
"Hey Beth, want to have some more fun, tonight?" Becca asked.
...
Beth's finger rested on the intercom.
"What do I say?" she asked. "We know that you have a big dick and we want to see it?"
"That might work," Becca replied. "It's how I got my pic when we were pledges."
Among the more unique traditions of the girls' sorority was a final test for new pledges. Beth remembered it like it was yesterday. The rules were simple: each pledge randomly draws a name of a guy on campus. Return a full-frontal picture of the guy within two weeks and you become a sister for life. Fail to return the picture, or try to cheat, and you spend the rest of your college life living in social isolation. Two boring dates and an all-too-quick hand job later, and Beth was able to claim her prize with her cellphone while he cleaned himself up. She almost felt bad for the guy: he texted her several times after that and Beth had to make a string of excuses until he finally stopped calling. Apparently, Becca had simply taken the direct approach.
The intercom's directory read "Harrington, Kevin - 336." Kevin was a legend among the sorority sisters. In all of the years that the sorority had made its pledges complete the picture test, Kevin stood out as being the most endowed. Even the returning sisters that were in their 40s and 50s were impressed. Of course, sorority rules also made Kevin off limits. Since the test often involved getting into compromising positions with the targets, prohibiting sisters from going after any of the guys ensured that there would be no in-fighting among the sisters. The older sisters also made sure that the guys selected as targets each year were the type that most sisters would naturally ignore. In Kevin's case, it wasn't that he wasn't attractive physically; he just seemed oblivious to his own looks.
"BZZZZZZ," rang the intercom. Beth turned to Becca with a look of fear and looked as if she were going to run at any second.
Before Becca could say something to calm Beth down, a voice spoke from the intercom, "Uh. Hello? Do you know what time it is? Either this is a prank or you've got the wrong room."
Quick thinking as always, Becca seized on the opportunity. "Real funny, Billy. Get down here, NOW. Beth forgot her keys again and we're both really drunk."
A few moments passed before the voice returned. "Ugh. I knew it. I'm sorry, but you've got the wrong room. I'm Kevin, not Billy."
Becca replied in a purposely slurred voice, "Oh. I'm sorry, Kevin. We'll just keep trying other rooms."
"Wait! No, don't do that. You'll wake up half the dorm," said the voice. "I'll let you in. Just give me a few minutes."
Becca turned to Beth with a smug grin. It was a matter of pride for Becca that she could play almost any guy out there. Rather than awe, however, Beth looked like she was going to be sick. Becca secretly prayed that it was nerves more than the alcohol affecting Beth.
After a few minutes, Kevin arrived at the door. Becca took a few seconds to take in the sight. Kevin wasn't terrible looking. He was tall and had an average build. His green eyes looked like they were on fire in the light of the entryway. It was like looking into a dense forest at sunset. Of course, Kevin's glasses detracted from his piercing eyes. Large rimmed and out of style, he looked almost silly. He wore a black t-shirt with a picture of Yoda on it and the caption "Use the Force, You Must!"
The arrival of Kevin sobered Beth up almost immediately, as the reality of the situation sunk in. What had seemed like a good idea a little while ago now seemed reckless. Did they really think Kevin was just going to strip naked for their entertainment? Not only that, but Beth and Becca could be in serious trouble, if their sorority ever found out that they had approached him.
Kevin looked the two girls over. Both girls were incredibly cute, but looked like they had partied a bit too hard. Beth, in particular, looked nauseous and had a zoned look to her face.
"OK, let's go," Kevin said. "I'll walk you to your rooms."
Becca led the charge and pushed past Kevin into the dormitory. Beth hesitated for a split second and followed her friend into the entryway and down one of the hallways. Kevin trailed the two girls, to make sure that they were all right.
Suddenly, Becca turned to one of the doors and started knocking. "Sarah, open up. It's me, Becca," she said.
A moment later, a male voice replied through the door, "Who the hell is Sarah?" "Go to bed, you drunk bitch!"
