Ashley Alpha Phi

I put the finishing touches on my eye shadow and leaned back to look at myself in the vanity. "Fucking perfect!" I complimented myself with a giant smile. Every single part of me was done to perfection. My eyebrows just got threaded that morning, my contouring was on point. My ice blue eye shadow was glittery and shiny and oh so pretty.

I was wearing my red tank with a black push up bra. The top of the cup poked out of the top of my tank but that was by design. My tits looked like they were sitting on a shelf. I sprayed them with some glitter perfume to draw just that little extra attention to them.

My tank came down to just below my ribs - leaving my flat midriff entirely exposed. My light grey side stripe shorts were rolled down twice to be perfectly low rise and afforded me the chance to use one of my dangly belly button ornaments.

I was feeling pretty good about myself - I was done with my work for the semester and as far as I knew I was passing all of my classes. On top of all that I was down three pounds. Not bad for my first semester of my sophomore year. Tonight I would finally break my dry spell and get fucked. I had been flirting with this guy from Delta Chi for about a month and I was relatively certain he was DTF.

My shorts were cut high in the back so my cheeks hung out of the bottom. My red cowboy boots - to match my top - had a little bit of lift to them so that my butt was the perfect shape. In the front I had pulled my shorts tight to give me the cutest little cameltoe and made sure the straps to my black thong showed just above my waistband. It was going to be a chilly night, but I was sure that the guys at the game would keep me warm if I asked. How could they not?

I turned around in the mirror to give my ass one last inspection, and then straight on with my knees together to make sure I had the shape I was going for in the front.

"Looking hawt Ash!" Kim was watching me from her side of the vanity, using an iron in her black hair. I never could get mine to look as voluminous as hers, but she had those islander genetics on her side.

Kim was dressed similarly to me in red, but opted out of showing midriff in favor of showing more cleavage. She had significantly larger tits than me. I mean Kim wasn't fat or anything she just had a little bit of a curve to her when she wore tight clothing. Tonight she opted for a deep plunging V on her red tank top bodysuit. She made the daring choice to go braless and was going to have to be careful when jumping around that she wasn't going to just pop out. Mine were just too small to pull off that kind of look unfortunately.

Her red bodysuit was giving her some excellent hip cleavage tonight. It was cut high on the hips, but narrow in the front and back. Her shorts didn't come up high enough to cover her dark skin there. She had opted for denim cutoffs with a frayed hem. Her pockets poked out of the bottom and her cheeks poked out the back. She went with black flip-flops. I thought that was brave since the boys tended to get so rowdy in the stands for exciting games.

We had just gotten back from chapter and a group of us had decided to accompany the boys from Delta Chi to the football game. It was supposed to be a big one - the last of the season. As I understood it this was the first time in quite a few years that we had made the conference championship game. Win or lose we were going to get rowdy tonight.

Kim didn't care too terribly much about the outcome of the game. She was dating this guy named Sione. He was a backup on the offensive line so her concern was more with his individual performance and whether or not he was getting snaps than the team winning or losing. Apparently a night without snaps could mean a pretty gloomy night for their post-party.

Kim and I met up with the D-Chi guys, Greg, Chad, Everett and Old Greg once we were inside the stadium, along with a tag-along pledge we brought named Erika. They had gotten there super early so that they could get a good spread of seats for us in the student section so they were pretty "stoked" to see us walking up.

Greg was the first to spot us. He turned around raised his arms above his head and announced "Alpha Phi up in here!" Greg was cute but kind of over-the-top. He was super tan and had a good chin but he was obsessed with his own abs. Today was no exception. He was wearing khakis the color of his skin with no shirt. It must have been quite the core workout but it was obvious he was constantly flexing, apparently wanting to show off all his hard work. Chad was the guy I was there to see. We had hung out a little bit at a dance that Alpha Phi threw a month or so back, and he had chatted me up a bit but it never went anywhere. He hadn't come with me, but with one of the other girls in my pledge class who knew him from high school or something so he was off limits that night. Tonight he was matching Greg. He was shirtless but had on red and Chubbies, boat shoes and a backwards hat.

We fanned out amongst the guys - I was between Greg and Chad, Kim between Chad and Everett and Erika between Everett and Old Greg. Old Greg began passing around a flask of something that I discovered was tequila once it finally got to me. It tasted cheap but gave me a bit of warmth in the brisk November night.

The guys were pretty rowdy and riled up for the game. Chad was finding excuses to touch me, not in a creepy way or anything but he was just definitely trying to get his flirt on which I appreciated. The band came out early on and he put his arm around me to explain the role of the drum majors and kept touching my side to ask for half drunken high-fives. It was harmless and kind of cute in a "trying too hard" kind of way.

Erika was all over Everett. Like hanging around his neck by kickoff. Everett didn't mind. Anyway he wasn't getting any attention from Kim who was wrapped up in trying to track Sione as he mulled about on the line close to us.

Abs Greg kept vying for attention from Chad. He was yelling obscenities at the refs, trying to start chants flexing at the opposing players, and kept reaching across me to nudge Chad into a reaction. It became clear pretty quickly that he wasn't Chad's priority and rotated to the opposite end of our group to hang with Old Greg.

The Gregs passed the flask back and forth, getting rowdier and rowdier on a vanishingly small amount of tequila.

The game got out of hand pretty fast. We were down 17-0 by the end of the first quarter. The Gregs were becoming sullen, and muttering to everyone could hear about how bad the referees were and how our coach need to be taught a thing or two about scouting talent. Erika had herself draped over Everett. Her right hand had creeped its way under his loose tank top to grab a pec. The game was a total bummer. The only person in our section who was clearly having a good time was Kim. Someone had left the game with an injury and Sione was playing on every drive. In a sea of silent downtrodden students, Kim was jumping up and down in the bleachers yelling "Woo!" And "I love you 64!"

Chad was obviously dismayed by the game but was really trying to step up his game with me. He was cute so I didn't mind. Although he was shirtless like Greg he wasn't doing the put-on flex show. He didn't really need to. He had nice pecs and broad shoulders and even without flexing his Adonis lines were pretty defined. He kept initiating contact with me. He would touch my elbow when something exciting was about to happen or my lower back when someone was trying to squeeze by us.

Midway through the second half, I had made up my mind that he was moving a little slow for my tastes. I had an agenda, and it was to get some dick. Delta Chi wasn't our sorority's typical pairing, but there was no harm in having a little fun so I was going to need to step it up for us.

After a play that seemingly went nowhere, I turned my whole body toward him and reached across the front of his chest to tap Kim for an explanation on what exactly Sione had done that play. As I did I "stumbled" into him grabbing his left shoulder with my right arm to catch myself. His right hand came up to meet mine and stabilize me, but his left arm was pinned between our bodies.

I listened to Kim's explanation while draped over him, and brought my left hand to his chest. I craned my head in across his chest to hear her response better, which brought my tits in direct contact with his left arm. He did his best impression of a statue pretending to not notice I was there. I finished listening to Kim's meandering explanation of the difference between a run block and pass block and raised my head back to his shoulder. When I did this my hips came forward and my mound brushed up against the back of his hand. I felt his middle finger raise ever so slightly against my cotton shorts.

My nipples immediately reacted to this, and I suddenly found myself wishing that I had adopted Kim's look tonight. How cute would I look with little pokies coming out of my red tank?

His hand lingered for a moment and I felt warmth begin to rush between my legs. Unfortunately our team decided that it was a good time to fumble the ball, and Chad reacted by shrugging his arms out in front of him. It broke my embrace, and I joined in the lamentation of our postseason hopes being flushed down the drain.

To Chad's credit though once things settled back down he picked up on my signals incredibly well. He confidently put his arm around my waist and pulled me in tight. His arm felt strong and warm around me and his pits actually smelled amazingly good. His hand dropped down my side and briefly brushed my ass, surveying the goods. If this guy continued to play his cards right, I would happily be going for a ride after the game.

I glanced down to do my own recon, looking at the front of his shorts. I thought I could make out a light outline of his dick through his grey shorts but it wasn't completely clear.

The possible outline of his dick jogged my memory. My mind flashed back to Katie's room three days prior where she painted my nails and described how she had made her boyfriend paint the inside of his own gray shorts. I wondered what I could do to make Chad pop off in a public place like this or if that would even be possible. Clearly he was too involved in the game, but maybe if there was a way I could turn his focus to me...

I got lost in thought about the orgasm I had brought myself to on Katie's bed and how I had wet myself during the ordeal. Katie had been pretty insistent that I had squirted. Sure my orgasm had been particularly strong, but I had also had to pee pretty badly when I had started touching myself on her bed. I had never squirted before that day, so it must have been something else. I wondered to myself if the stronger orgasm was a result of my full bladder or if it was just because I hadn't had a proper one in a couple of weeks, or maybe I just needed to find out what brand of vibrator Katie had. I made a mental note that the next time I got fucked I needed to try drinking a lot first. In the name of science.

I was brought back to cold reality when Chad removed his arm from my waist. He moved to stand on the bleacher below me, and was discussing with the other D-Chi's what to do with the rest of the night. The Gregs were ready to take off at halftime absolutely pissed at the lack of execution by our team. Everett didn't have a strong opinion. Erika was ready to party and go along with anything Everett said so the prospect of adding alcohol to the mix sounded like a good one.

Chad turned to me ignoring Kim and asked if I wanted to bounce out with them. The wetness between my legs was telling me to go get railed. I was about to say "fuck yeah lets go!" when Kim grabbed my hand and pulled me to the side.

"Ash, I'm going to stay."

"You're kidding, we're down by 31."

Kim's voice was thick with excitement and desperation. "But Sione is having the game of his life," her tone turned to pleading as she grabbed my hand with both of hers, "please stick around? I don't want to watch the whole second half alone."

I didn't respond. My pussy was aching with a desperate need to be filled.

"Ashy, I know I'm being a big time beaver blocker, but if you stay I promise promise promise I'll make it up to you." Every time she said promise bounced and with every bounce her top threatened to let loose a tit.

I looked over at my ride for the night. He was now excitedly talking with the other guys about what each of them would drink first once they got back to the house. I knew better than to ask him to stay. I mentally said goodbye to his dick that I never got to properly get acquainted with and turned back to Kim. "You owe me big. I was planning on getting my guts rearranged tonight. Do you know how long it's been?"

"Hasn't it only been a couple of days? You came home wearing someone else's pants on Wednesday..."

I started it to tell her that those were Katie's but thought better of it. It might cause her to ask questions and I didn't need my room mate knowing what I had gotten up to that afternoon.

"Unfortunately I didn't get laid that day." I replied with a defeated tone. "Don't worry Kim, I'm not going to leave you here by yourself."

Kim squee'd in excitement.

The guys and Erika took off just before halftime leaving Kim and I standing in an ever more empty and ever more cold student section to cheer the team off the field.

Kim took the opportunity to head to the concessions. Kim needed water. Her voice was pretty frazzled from yelling for Sione all game, and I was beginning to feel like maybe if I couldn't get dick in me, at least a hot dog would fill the void. By the time the 3rd quarter had started, the student section had all but emptied. We had the best seats among the empty fans, and Kim was making use of the silence to make herself heard. Sione didn't turn around all that much, but occasionally some of the guys around him would turn back.

By the end of the 4th, I was pretty over all of it. We were down 57-9, and I was ready to just get back to my house and get snuggly. Maybe I'd put on a movie. Maybe Kim would stay overnight with Sione and I could take the opportunity to see I could give myself an orgasm on par with the one I had in Katie's room a couple of days prior.

With about a minute left in the 4th Kim nudged me and signaled it was time to go. We made our way out of the stadium to the celebratory tunes of the visiting team's band and out onto the street. Kim led me around to the north side of the stadium where there were about twenty or thirty girls all standing around waiting. It was clear pretty quickly that all of these girls were waiting for their boyfriends, husbands, and lovers to exit the stadium.

We joined the throng and waited. Occasionally a big man would emerge from the double doors and walk out to the outstretched arms of a girl in a mini skirt, revealing top, giant heels or some combination of all of the above.

After about half the crowd had dispersed Sione emerged from the double doors. He was all smiles in stark contrast to the other guys. Kim ran up to him and had to hop a bit to get her arms around his neck. They chatted briefly and then Kim walked him over to me and introduced us. He was absolutely massive. He towered over me by easily a foot and a half, and he was so wide he felt like a cartoon. He had a thick accent and didn't say much but I could tell he was in a jovial mood. Apparently there was some scout in attendance today and while he hadn't attended to see him play specifically, his position coach had assured him that he had shown himself well.

The next guy that came out of the double doors was not as jovial. He immediately approached Sione and gave him a fist bump. He was a big black guy, and anywhere else on campus he would have looked massive to me but next to Sione he actually seemed kind of small. He was dressed sharply. Where Sione had chosen to wear sweats and a t-shirt, the newcomer was dressed in a light polo and slacks. He looked like he was on his way to a job interview, not on his way home following a football game.

"That was a killer performance tonight Tui. Sorry we couldn't get it done for you."

"Ah fam, s'ok. Those boys were big!"

It was hard to think anyone would make Sione feel small, but maybe he was just being polite.

The sharp dressed guy turned to us. "Hey Kim, you're rolling with us tonight?" Kim nodded. "Excellent. Who's your friend? I think I saw you sitting next to bigmouth here all night."

I extended my hand. "Ashley." He took it and I realized in that moment just how big this guy was. He may have looked small next to Sione, but his hand absolutely engulfed mine.

"Right on. I'm Isaiah. Tui's room mate." I was familiar with Isaiah. His face had been flashed on the stadium screen a few times tonight after making a few plays.

Sione spoke up with an undebatable "I think it's fry time" and began meandering in the direction of the student union. Kim grabbed my hand and pulled me along. I supposed it wouldn't hurt to stop by the union and see Kim off for the night. After all our house was in that direction anyway.

It was quiet in the union this time of night, but there were a handful of people milling about. Sione ordered an obscene amount of food - two plates of chili fries and a chicken sandwich. Kim and I split a plate of nachos, and Isaiah had his own.

I also ordered myself a super-sized Diet Coke. Nobody gave me any weird looks for it but I felt like I had a secret. I decided if I was going to have my room to myself tonight I may as well conduct my science experiment. Would I be able to give myself as hard of an orgasm as I had experienced in Katie's room with a full bladder or was it just time to upgrade my hardware?

The conversation was largely dominated by Sione and Isaiah discussing the game and the various schemes they had used on the line to try to open up run lanes. I learned a lot. Sione's specialization was run blocking. Isaiah played tight end, so he would either block or run a passing route based on the play. It was kind of fascinating.

Both Sione and Isaiah were sophomores like me. They seemed pretty excited to be in a bowl game as the team hadn't made one the year before, but a bowl game meant four more weeks of practice. Kind of like Groundhog Day I guess... you play all year to find out if you're going to this last game and if your team sees it's shadow it's four more weeks of practice.

Isaiah talked a lot more than Sione. Sione was just kind of like that though. He didn't say much, but when he did it was pretty short and to the point. Don't get me wrong he would say some hilarious stuff, it was just kind of quiet and short.

Isaiah on the other hand was holding court. He had Kim and I hanging off of every word. He walked us through each of his four receptions in detail explaining exactly how he had shifted his weight to make sure to haul in each catch.

Kim was getting really into the conversation. She was hanging on every word. She was a junior and a big football fan, so she could remember a time when our team was absolute trash. It was pretty exciting to her that we were ranked and that we would actually get a good bowl.

I don't know how long we stayed. It seemed like a while. I know I had enough time to order a second Diet Coke. Sione finished his plates and pushed himself back from the table. We all took this as our cue and stood up. Kim grabbed Sione's massive arm and I gathered up my things.

"Well thanks for walking us through all of that, I feel like I learned a lot!" I bubbled. "I hope you guys have a great night!"

Isaiah looked at me a little puzzled. "Oh you aren't coming back with us?" It caught me a bit off guard. My impression was that this was effectively their midnight snack and the night was coming to a close.