I really didn't want to go to the party, but my roommate John insisted. We were in the middle of exams and I knew I should stay home and study. After much nagging, I finally succumbed to the peer pressure. At least I knew there would be plenty of fine young sorority ass, which definitely made the choice easier.
The frat house was completely packed. We got there kind of late, so most people were already wasted. I did my best to catch up, all the while checking out all the hot girls in attendance. It was a smorgasbord of ass and I couldn't decide which mouth I'd most like to see wrapped around my cock.
I started talking to this dumb blond chick named Ashley because she was a sure thing. I knew she was a cheerleader and I wondered if she'd wear her uniform while we fucked. I figured she probably would. While I was pretending to listen to her babble on and on, I noticed a beautiful girl sitting in the corner all by herself. Suddenly, Ashley no longer existed. I don't even think I said another word to her, I just walked away.
As I approached Laura, she greeted me with a huge smile. I was thrilled to see that she had a hot little body to go along with her pretty face. She was about 5'6", slim but curvy. Her thick brown hair and beautiful tanned skin just begged to be touched. I knew I had to have her.
I grabbed a bottle of liquor and a couple of shot glasses. Getting Laura drunk was the only thing on my mind. I turned the charm on and pretty soon we were playing an intense drinking game. I couldn't believe it when she matched me shot for shot...and she didn't even seem to be drunk! No matter how many drinks I gave her, she didn't show any effects. The worst part was that she was a good girl. Unlike the other girls at the party, I could tell she wasn't the type to give it up to someone she barely knew. I'm used to getting what I want, and I was determined to fuck her one way or the other.
After countless drinks, Laura excused herself to go to the bathroom. The line was unbelievably long, so I knew she would be gone for a few minutes. I took the bottle and poured it over the balcony and filled it up with the hardest whiskey I could find. One of the frat boys brought it back from a weekend visit to his hometown deep in the mountains. His hillbilly relatives may not be intelligent, but they know how to make great moonshine. I've seen football players cry like little bitches after drinking too much of it. I wisely chose to fill my own cup with water.
After just a few sips, I could tell Laura was getting completely fucked up. Her speech started slurring and her eyelids were fluttering. As she slouched down on the couch, her legs parted and I caught a glimpse of her white panties. I hoped I would be ripping them off soon...
When she was finally bordering on unconsciousness, I led her from the couch to one of the few remaining unoccupied bedrooms in the house. She collapsed on the bed, where she instantly fell into a deep sleep. After making sure I hung the tie on the door to let everyone know the room was taken, I gazed at my sexy little prize.
