Over the Desk

by Nawtay Brat

  My thoughts were lost in a fog. Basic motor functions were foreign to me.

  He held his hand there for a long time, then looked puzzled as to why I hadn’t shaken it yet. He shrugged and retreated the hand to brush back a thread of black hair. It was s smooth, fluid motion that escaped the awkwardness of the moment. Unlike me.

  “How do you like your room?” He said. My room? It was a total mess of unpacked boxes and still is. There’s no hot water and it’s smaller than an office cubicle. A complete shitwreck.

  “I—I really like it,” I said, still staring at him. I must have looked like a complete psycho. I hadn’t even showered or brushed my hair that morning. Of course, I wasn’t exactly expecting I’d meet the man of my dreams.

  “Really? A lot of people get pissed about getting stuck in the West building.”

  “Do—do they?”

  “Yeah, it’s in serious need of a renovation. Place it totally falling apart.”

  “Oh I guess it is—does,” I say, followed by an awkward giggle. My weight shifts to one leg. I couldn’t believe how flustered I was in front of Brent. It’s like I was suddenly back in high school, giddy and crushing hard on a guy I just met.

  “So, have you looked over the dorm rules yet?” About twenty times already. They’re plastered on pretty much every surface area of the entire building.

  “Just once or twice—a couple times—I think.”

  “Good,” he flashes another cool smile, his eyes glinting in the dim light, “just remember no visitors after nine. Come on, let me show you around.”

  And so the rest of the tour continued in this fashion; me staring at him like a lunatic, blubbering incoherently each time I spoke. I found myself mesmerized by every word, every syllable from his mouth about dorm policy and how the toilets tend to clog.

  Actually, I wasn’t paying much attention to what he was saying.

  And so it hit me like a ton of bricks when he asked me, “Are you doing anything tonight?”

  I think my throat hit the floor when he said it.

  Was he asking me out? Like, on a date? My cheeks went flush—I forgot how to breathe.

  “Because I’m supposed to tell girls in the West building about joining Triple Pi.” Oh, I guess not. I exhaled a long disappointed sigh and he sort of looked at me funny, then continued. “They like to meet freshmen to find out if they’d be a good fit for their sorority.”

  I can’t believe I even let myself think for a moment that he was interested in me. I felt like such an idiot.

  But then my eyes lit up at what he said next.

  “I’ll be there.”

  I think my head would have fallen off if I nodded any faster. I made an affirmative squeak that sounded like my lungs had given out. My face was glowing neon red by that point.

  “Okay then. Tonight at eight.” His arm came out halfway for a handshake then paused. He studied me for a brief second, then brought the hand back to his side. “Well… see you then.”

  Then he turned opposite from me and went on down the hallway. I just stood there, frozen in place for a good minute or two. My knees were all jittery and barely supported my weight. The heat between my legs was slick with desire for Brent. My pussy throbbed and ached with a new kind of passion.

  I don’t know what the heck a male would be doing at sorority house, but I sure as hell know that I don’t care. All that matters is that Brent is going to be there.

  ******

  I crane my neck to read the Greek letters above the big white sorority house, whispering them aloud. “Triple Pi.” It sounds exactly like the kind of club I swore I’d never belong to when I went to college.

  But none of that matters now, because Brent is inside.

  I gather my courage and step along the narrow brick pathway lined on either side with purple poppies. It’s obvious they had the money to pay for a professional landscaper.

  My black heels click on the brick tiles leading up to the steps of the porch, and I can’t help feeling self-conscious.

  I had on my favorite white blouse and a black skirt that I thought made my ass look pretty hot. Thankfully my hair was cooperative after about an hour of curling and primping, and fell elegantly over my shoulders. I was feeling pretty confident in front of the mirror before I left, but my self-esteem has completely betrayed me at this point.

  The truth is I really don’t care so much about making an impression on the sorority girls as I do Brent.

  As I approach the double doors of the house, one of the ornate brass handles turns on its own.

  The door cracks open and a petite head comes out of it. She’s got pigtails tied with red and white polka dot ribbons and thick-framed glasses. A lot more bookish than I was expecting. Certainly not the fashionista I thought would greet me.

  “Oh—it’s you,” she says, looking me up and down. Her eyes are dismissive, her expression standoffish. She glares at my blouse like I’ve committed some sort of fashion sin. “Come on, Madeline is waiting for you.” Her attention remains fixed on my cleavage as her head retreats back through the crack. I don’t think she looked at my face even once. What a bitch.

  She leaves the door cracked so I have to open it the rest of the way to enter.

  Immediately I’m hit with a waft of heavy perfume. The air is dense with an intoxicating mix of floral scents worse than my grandmother’s retirement home. It’s enough to make my eyes water.

  As I step inside, trying my best not to gag, I notice the boisterous sounds I heard from outside falling silent.

  The ten or so girls in the common room have all stopped, frozen in time, halting in whatever activity they were doing just to judge me with superficial eyes. They’ve all got that same snooty demeanor as the first chick.

  Two of them sitting on a velvet couch in the corner snicker under their breath, exchanging glances as I walk by. Heads turn as I cross the plush red carpet, following the pig-tailed bitch to a set of spiraling stairs.

  Their whispered conversations pick up again as we ascend to the second floor. She leads me down a hallway to a lime green door with a gold frame. “Madeline is waiting for you,” she says, repeating it in the same snarky monotone as before.

  Fuck this place. I don’t know why I am even here.

  Oh yeah—Brent.

  And when I open the door, there he is, like salvation for my battered self-esteem. He’s standing up straight, hands clasped behind his back like he had just been standing there, patiently waiting. There’s another guy, same height and build as Brent, standing the exact same way. It’s almost eerie.

  Only, they aren’t alone. A girl I can only assume to be Madeline is reclining on a bed next to him. She’s got on pink fluffy dress, kind of like a six-year-old would wear for a tea party with stuffed animals, and there’s a plethora of those neatly arranged at the head of the king size bed.

  In fact, it looks just like a kid’s room. The walls are painted hot pink, plastered all over with rainbow stickers, happy cartoon clouds and the like.

  What the hell is this?

  Madeline is twirling a finger around a silk blond strand, smirking at me as the door closes behind.

  “Hi, I’m—“

  “Kat, I know. Brent here has told me all about you.” All about me? The guy hardly knows me.

  She throws her legs over the edge of the bed and sits upright. “Let’s do away with silly formalities and just get started, mmkay?” She cocks her head at that last part in a way that really irks me. The high pitch and condescending tone makes me want to cringe.

  “Hey Brent,” I say, giving him a little wave. But he doesn’t so much as blink. I may as well be invisible.

  “Come now, don’t be so rude,” Madeline says, “tell her hello.”

  “Hello,” he says. Why is Brent acting so strange?

  “So, you’re interested in joining Triple Pi, are you?”

  “Actually, Brent said I should—“

  “Well, listen” she says in the patronizing tone again, �
�there’s something about our little sorority you need to know.” I raise an impatient eyebrow at her. ”We only admit the most… exceptional ladies here.” Her face takes on that same dismissive expression as the first girl. “And quite frankly, I’m afraid you’re already quite lacking.”

  “Excuse me?” I can’t believe this chick. I don’t have to take this shit.

  “But don't worry. There is still plenty of opportunity to prove yourself.” She is playing with her curls again. Her eyes are fixed on the ends of her perfect locks. “Call it a test, if you will.”

  “Brent? You didn’t tell me this was gonna be a—“

  “Brent can’t speak to you right now,” she says, smirking, “not unless I give him permission. Sorority house rules, you see. The men have to obey.”

  What the hell kind of place did Brent bring me to?

  “Look, I think there’s been a big misunderstanding. I’m not here to—“

  “Do you want to fuck Brent?”

  “Do I—what?” Her smirk turns to a pout.

  “It’s a simple question.” She repeats it again, pausing after each word, “Do you want to fuck Brent?”

  “We only just met.”

  “So you don’t want to know what his cock feels like inside you?” Her lips curl into a devilish smile. “He’s awfully big. Trust me, I know.” Has this bitch fucked Brent already? Why would he ever want to be with someone like her?

  “I…”

  “Agree to take our admittance test and I’ll let you fuck him.” I can’t suppress the image that flashes in my mind at her words. Brent holding my ass, drilling me from behind, my busty tits swaying side to side as I moan in ecstasy, pleading for him to cum inside.

  “Isn’t that right, Brent?”

  “Yes, Madeline.” My legs squirm in place, feeling the sogginess of my slickening pussy. Am I… getting wet?

  “Actually, it’s more of a game, really. All the girls here had to play before they had the privilege of joining Triple Pi.”

  I notice my breaths becoming rapid, my heart fluttering hard against my ribcage. My mind is teeming with indecent thoughts about Brent. The lust between my legs is burning away my inhibitions, like liquid fire rising up from my core, stealing away my instinct to get out. Am I blushing?

  “So, what’s it gonna be, Kat?” Or are you going to stay a virgin your whole life?”

  How the fuck did she know?

  Her lips curl into that judgmental smirk again. “It’s obvious, isn’t it? I bet you’ve never even had a cock inside your mouth.”

  She nods at Brent and, by the time I look over at him, he’s already shirtless. The sweat sheen of his torso catches the light of the small room, carving out each defined muscle. His giant arms flex and ripple as he works at the zipper of his jeans.

  And there it is, in full view. My eyes gleam at the sight of his massive cock springing forth from the crotch of his blue denim. Madeline wasn’t lying about his size. Brent is huge.

  I can’t help staring, watching it grow in his hand while he strokes the shaft. The guy next to him seems totally oblivious to any of this—he’s still standing the same way as when I came in.

  My teeth nibble at the tip of my manicured thumb nail, eyes fixed on Brent’s engorged cock. Just watching it throb and pulse in his palm has me practically salivating. I wonder what he tastes like…

  “Go on, suck his cock,” Madeline says with a condescending nod of encouragement. “That is, if you aren’t a total prude.”

  Who the fuck does she think she is? I might be a virgin, but I’ve watched enough porn to know how to suck cock.

  My body starts to move almost on its own, toward Brent. His eyes lock with mine as I approach. There’s something in them—a smoldering desire, beckoning me to come closer. His penetrating gaze raises the tiny hairs of my neck.

  My legs cross with each slow, advancing step. Somehow they’ve found their own confident stride. Somehow, I know that I want this…

  My tight skirt rides up my ass as I squat down in front of Brent, eyes locked on his erect dick. My tongue sweeps across salivating lips. I want to know… I need to know what Brent tastes like.

  He lets out a low grunt went my thumb and forefinger wrap lightly around the neck of his shaft. Crimson lips part, a silver string of saliva snaps between them. Hot breath spills from my moist cavern, filling the air around his cock. My mouth is watery—drooling with anticipation. Warm spit drizzles from my lower lip and rolls down his twitching head.

  “Go on,” Madeline says, “show me what you can do.” But I’m not doing this to prove anything to her. I’m doing this because I want to show Brent what I can do for him.

  As I lean in, my dark hair falls on either side of his throbbing dick. I look up just in time to watch Brent’s eyes roll back when I press the flat of my tongue against the base.

  I guess he does want this.

  I relish the sound of his deep groaning as my tongue makes its way up the long shaft. My tongue leaves a shimmering wet sheen of saliva as it glides up his dick.

  When I reach the top, I flick at the head and tug down hard on his jeans and briefs and watch him squirm in place.

  Soft, pillowy lips hover over his hard dick, inching closer. They form a tight seal around the shaft and my eyelids flutter at the taste of him. My tongue swirls around in my mouth, dancing around the head, lapping up his sweet precum.

  Brent groans and lurches. I don’t think he was expecting it to feel so good.

  “I want to see you deepthroat him,” Madeline says, still casually playing with her hair on the bed next to us.

  My lips make a wet sucking noise as I try to force him down my throat. I reach to grab his bare ass cheeks from behind for leverage, slurping my way down his thick girth.

  My head bobs and swivels on his cock, drooling along his massive size as my sharp manicured nails dig deep into his ass. I retch when the head pushes past my tongue; the gag reflex is much harder to suppress than I thought. But I’m almost there…

  Then his cock enters the very back of my throat, well into my esophagus as the muscles swell and tighten around his length.

  Brent moans long and loud; I can feel the pulse of his dick quickening in my mouth.

  “Stop! Don’t let him cum!” Madeline sits upright and punches the soft bedspread beneath her like a little girl having a tantrum.

  But I ignore her, gagging and slurping on Brent some more, determined to suck him off.

  “Stop!”

  Brent is on the edge when my lips reach his ball sac. I continue sucking wildly, despite Madeline’s barking.

  I want to taste his hot cum. I want to roll his load around in my mouth and watch his reaction when I swallow it whole, right in front of him.

  “Brent! Pull out!”

  And with that, Brent grips the top of my skull tight enough to make me wince.

  Thick spurts of saliva gargle from my gaping mouth as Brent pulls me off him, squinting hard to keep himself from cumming in the process.

  “My, my… You’re and eager one, aren’t you?” I slump forward, gasping for air, wiping spit and precum from my mouth with the back of my hand. I was so close to making Brent cum. “You really shouldn’t have done that, Kat.”

  Madeline nods to the man standing next to Brent, who until now hadn’t shown a single sign of awareness. He undresses himself quickly, revealing the toned and chiseled features underneath. He’s even more built than Brent. His prominent six-pack bulges as he removes his jeans. What’s going on?

  His enormous cock emerges fully erect, maybe even bigger than Brent’s. I feel like I should be frightened.

  But my subtle sense of fear is nothing compared to the slick heat between my legs.

  “Kat, meet Jason.”

  An involuntary shudder ripples through my spine. My thoughts are flooded with carnal imagery—of Brent and Jason fucking me from both ends.

  Am I really that much of a slut? And why does it feel so… right?

  “Boys,
why don’t you show Kat here part two of our little initiation?” Madeline says, tapping the toes of her sparkling white shoes together.

  “Yes, Madeline,” the two say simultaneously.

  Brent curls an index finger under my chin to lift my head. His amber eyes light a fire in me. My skin tingles and melts at his touch, guiding me to my feet. I am lost in eyes, captivated and spellbound with lust.

  I want Brent and Jason to take me and do with me as they please. My pussy quivers with eager desperation.