by Blythe Reid
Part of me wondered if this whole thing was too good to be true.
Was Lucien really as sweet as he seemed? Or was he just trying to manipulate me into being with him? Would he stick around just long enough to take my virginity and then leave me all alone? I couldn’t imagine he would do such a thing, but I was scared. My mother’s voice echoed in my mind, telling me that all men wanted just one thing: sex.
I tried to push these insecurities away, but they latched onto my psyche with a vice-like grip. No matter what I did, I couldn’t shake them. When the classroom finally began to fill, I shook myself and tried to relax. Lucien would arrive soon, and I didn’t want him to see that I was upset. He would ask me why, and I wouldn’t be able to explain. The last thing I wanted was for there to be any kind of awkwardness between us. We were only getting to know each other after all. There was no reason to let things get too serious too quickly.
When Lucien walked in the room, my stomach flipped. I felt butterflies fluttering around painfully, and I swallowed hard. My cheeks felt slightly warm, but I hoped Lucien wouldn’t notice.
I kept my eyes focused forward as he slid into the seat beside me. I felt it was him, but I didn’t look over right away. Despite my excitement, I didn’t want Lucien to know I’d been waiting for him. That, more than anything, would have been humiliating. So, instead, I waited a few seconds before I finally glanced at him.
“Oh,” I said brightly. “Hey!”
“Hey, you,” Lucien said flirtatiously. “I see you beat me today.”
“Well, I couldn’t be late again,” I said. “I think Professor Davidson would kick me out if I was.”
“Nah,” Lucien said, shaking his head. “He’s an old softie. He tries to seem tough, but deep down, he’s mush.”
“Have you taken him before?”
He nodded. “Last year. He’s a good guy. Nice and helpful.”
“That’s a relief,” I said. “I really thought he hated me after last time.”
“He doesn’t,” Lucien said, laughing. “I’m sure he forgot all about it. But it’s good that you got here early this time.”
I laughed and nodded. He was right. Being late twice in a row would make a bad impression to even the most lenient of professors. I was glad I arrived early, but it wasn’t because of Professor Davidson. It was for Lucien.
Being early allowed me to get settled before he arrived. I spent a long time wondering if he would sit by me again. Now that he had, I felt relieved. He clearly liked me, too. If he didn’t, there was no way he would have sought me out today.
We chatted a little before class began, flirting and laughing easily. Not for the first time, I was surprised by how easy Lucien was to talk to. He put me at ease in a way no one else ever had.
Once I started talking to him, I couldn’t stop. For some reason, he just made me feel comfortable. Safe. It was like he truly wanted to know everything about me, like his interest was more genuine than anyone else’s in the world.
It was an amazing feeling, but also one that scared me. I feared he was growing too comfortable with me too quickly. What if his interest faded soon, and I was left alone and heartbroken.
I tried not to let myself think such negative thoughts, but I couldn’t help it. This was all so new to me. I didn’t know how to navigate through any of it.
Lucien had such an amazing personality. He was so caring. As class began, I accidentally knocked my notebook to the ground, and he bent down to grab it without a word. When he picked it up, he arranged it on my desk for me, helping me settle in before class began. It was such a small thing, but it spoke volumes.
Professor Davidson started the lecture, and I did my best to listen. It was no use. Lucien was wearing a tight t-shirt with short sleeves again. I wondered if he owned any other clothes. I was sitting on his left, so I had a great view of his tattoo. My stomach tightened as I looked at him. Whenever he shifted position, his arm would flex, making his tattoo stand out more prominently.
As I looked it over, I noticed the various details of the image. It was a forest, full of wild brush and tall trees. The shading and color were amazing. When I found the wolf’s head hidden in the art, my mouth hung open in awe.
I knew the tattoo was intricate, but I’d never allowed myself to stare so openly before. My eyes trailed down his arm to his fingers. They were resting easily on his desk, and I longed to grab them. I wanted to trace his tattoo with my hand, sliding slowly downward until I reached his hand.
I imagined what his hands would feel like on my body. They were big and strong, just like everything else about him. We were sitting so close that I could smell his scent. It overwhelmed me all over again. He still smelled of lumber and testosterone.
Living in the city, I wasn’t sure how he could possibly smell like trees, but he did. He gave off an undeniable wilderness vibe that was animalistic and sexy. It drew me to him even more than before.
I let myself daydream as class progressed, imagining him being greedy for me, demanding so much of me. He was too much man for me, but I wanted to handle him, to make him insane with desire. His scent filled me nose and left my heart fluttering. My panties were going to be trashed after my daydreams fucked me over. The scent was intoxicating, and I knew, if we were any closer, it would consume me. He would consume me.
My body was on fire as I remembered our kiss. His lips pressed eagerly to mine, his tongue dancing smoothly in my mouth. I swallowed hard and shifted uncomfortably in my seat. With a glance at Lucien, I saw that he hadn’t noticed my discomfort. I was glad he couldn’t read my mind because my thoughts were just beginning.
In my mind, our kiss turned more passionate, more intense. We weren’t just kissing. We were making out, desperate to taste every inch of each other. When I imagined his lips sliding down to my neck, I felt myself shiver with excitement.
I could almost feel him kissing my neck, biting and nibbling me. Then, he moved lower, sliding his hands beneath my shirt and lifting it over my head. My bra was finally exposed, and he wasted no time in removing it.
Once my naked breasts were free, Lucien attacked them ferociously. My fantasy was so vivid that I felt my nipples harden, as if his mouth was really on them. When I imagined him sliding his hands up my skirt to remove my panties, a flood pooled between my legs.
I crossed my legs nervously, sitting back in my seat and trying to relax. My cheeks were on fire as my mind continued to spin wildly out of control. Lucien’s fingers were between my legs, stroking me slowly. I grew wetter by the second, and when he slid a finger inside me, I bit my lip to keep from gasping.
I’d always had an amazing imagination, and now, it was out of control. I could feel my orgasm building just from thoughts of Lucien. His imaginary fingers moved inside of me, his thumb on my clit. Our lips were pressed together while he brought me closer and closer.
Looking over at him, I saw that his attention was focused on Professor Davidson. Part of me was glad, but a bigger part wished he’d been looking at me. Maybe then, I would be able to tell if he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.
I trailed my eyes down his body, landing on the bulge in his jeans. He wasn’t hard, but I imagined he was. In my mind’s eye, I tugged those jeans off of him, letting his cock slide out and surprise me with its incredible girth.
There were so many sex scenes in my romance novels, and I imagined myself acting all of them out with Lucien. He would take me against a wall, pressing my face and breasts firmly against the cool surface while he pounded against me. Then, we could move to the shower, where the water would enhance every sensation. I thought about riding him, how I would move hard and fast, blowing his mind. I even imagined what Lucien’s cock would taste like in my mouth. I would have loved to give him head right there in that classroom, with everyone watching enviously.
“Hey,” Lucien said. I jumped as hot embarrassment covered me. He was smiling a little too knowingly. “You ready to go?”
“What?” I asked glancing around
the room. Everyone was already packing up their things and leaving the classroom. Professor Davidson was nowhere in sight.
“I thought maybe we could get some coffee again,” he said. “Your next class doesn’t start for a while, right?
“Um, yeah,” I said, still trying to return to reality. I thought maybe ‘ready to go’ meant something more like, ‘bend over that desk and get ready for a spanking before I fuck you senseless’. I needed fresh air. “That’s right.”
“So,” he said. “Coffee?”
“Sure.” I smiled.
Lucien returned my smile and helped me pack away my things. He carried my bag for me as we left the room. My hands were shaking at my sides, and I could tell my cheeks were still flushed.
I took some soft breaths to calm my nerves. Between my legs, my body still hadn’t recovered from my daydream. It had been so real, so unbelievably vivid, that I wasn’t able to pull myself out of it entirely.
Walking beside Lucien made my desires even stronger. As I glanced at him, I remembered every single thing about my fantasy. His body looked strong and sexy while he walked, and I found myself checking him out shamelessly. I knew I needed to get a grip on myself. If Lucien knew what I was thinking. I shuddered at the thought.
Chapter 13
Lucien
It was Saturday afternoon, and the brothers were congregating in the common room. We were playing out another tradition: the telling of the story.
Our legendary party began many years ago for one reason, and each year, we communed to remember that reason. We went over the rules of the party, laying down the law in a formal ceremony, before we commenced the planning process. After many years of throwing the same party, there wasn’t much to plan, but it was tradition, and Deltas were big on tradition.
As the President, it was my job to tell the story and pass down my headdress. I sat on my bed, admiring the headdress I’d owned since the party last year. Winning the headdress wasn’t always indicative of a new president, but it usually was. If you were successful at the party, then you were almost certainly in line for the presidency.
Seeing the headdress sitting on my desk filled me with a sense of pride, but it also made me sad. This time next year, I would be gone, and a new president would be in my place. Sooner than I wished, my younger brothers would forget about me and move on, letting my memory fade with the other past presidents.
It was a depressing thought, and one I did not want to have. Today was a celebration, the most important ceremony in Delta history. Even our brotherhood ritual wasn’t as old as the telling of the story. The first party was thrown two years after the fraternity was founded. Back then, no one talked about it outside the walls of this house. It was still kept mostly secret, but rumors spread around campus each year. Most people knew what the party was about, but they kept their mouths shut and their opinions quiet.
I was excited for the party this year, more excited than I had ever been before. Having won last year, I felt sure I would succeed again this time around. Even if I won, the headdress would pass on to the runner up, the second-place brother.
The pressure was off. I could just relax and enjoy myself without having to prove anything. Still, my pride often got the better of me, and this time was no different. I found myself mentally preparing for a win, just so I could go out with a bang. If I had to leave the frat at the end of the year, I wanted to do so on top.
“Hey,” Adam said. “We’re ready for you downstairs.”
“Okay,” I said, standing up and taking a deep breath.
I’d heard the telling of the story three times before, and I knew it by heart. But I’d never told it myself. I’d always been in the audience, just one of the brothers listening and taking in the excitement. Now, it was my turn to create that excitement. I was nervous. This was my first real act as president, and I didn’t want to screw it up.
“You’ll be fine,” Adam said.
He walked over and picked up my headdress, placing it firmly on my head. Once it was in place, I immediately felt better.
The headdress was shaped like a wolf’s head, almost identical to the wolf head I had tattooed on my arm. The tattoo came before I ever saw the headdress, but I thought it was a sign that I was destined to run Delta one day. With the headdress atop my head, my confidence soared. I was ready to begin.
“I’ll be down in a second,” I said, waving Adam away.
He nodded and left without a word. I moved quickly to my mirror and made sure the headdress was straight.
I looked good with it on. The sight brought a cocky grin to my face as I remembered the night I earned it. This year, a new brother would take it from my head, and I would feel proud, happy to be a part of a never-ending tradition. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I stood up straighter, preparing myself for the story.
When I was ready, I left my room and walked slowly down the steps. The house was silent, and each of my footsteps sounded louder than normal as they echoed through the halls. When I reached the landing, I saw the candles were already lit. I nodded my approval and followed the line of candles into the common room.
My brothers were arranged in their spots, each holding a shimmering candle. There was no light other than the candles, and all the curtains were pulled tightly shut. Not a single ray of sunlight could seep through.
This was perfect, exactly as it had always been. I remembered the three other times I partook in this tradition. Before, I was standing beside the fireplace, holding a candle of my own. Now, I stood where countless others had stood before and cleared my throat loudly.
With a glance around the room, I reached behind me and picked a candle off the bookshelf. Holding it above my head, I recited the Delta Pi chant alone. Everyone listened patiently while I spoke each word slowly.
When I was done, they all repeated the chant back to me. Their voices blended together, and it gave me goosebumps. This was brotherhood. This was the stuff I lived for.
Once the opening rituals were complete, I blew out my candle and took a step forward. Looking from one face to another, I made eye contact which each brother. This wasn’t something other presidents did before, but I felt it was necessary. It was a way to bond me to them all, to show that I wasn’t just talking to the group, but to each of them individually.
A few of them grinned with excitement, and others shifted uncomfortably. Adam was right about one thing, this party had become a source of controversy over the years. Many brothers refused to actively partake, but most of us still saw the merit in participating.
“Most of you have participated in the telling of the story before,” I said, my voice carrying easily across the room. “For those of you who haven’t, welcome. This is the oldest tradition of the Delta Pi house. After tonight, you’ll be privy to one of our most important secrets. As brothers, we take our secrets to the grave. Nothing said in this room will ever leave it.”
There was a murmur of agreement throughout the room. I nodded and cleared my throat, ready to continue.
“Years ago,” I said. “The first Delta Pi brothers came up with an idea. An idea that would pave the road to what we know today as the Virgin Party. That name is never spoken outside of this room, but this is a party we’ve thrown every year for decades. Named for its intention, The Virgin Party challenges each of us to invite a virgin girl to the party. Once here, we will all mingle and flirt to our heart’s content. The goal of the evening is to leave with a girl you did not bring, to take her virginity, and bring her panties back here as proof. The first brother to succeed in this endeavor will be given the headdress sitting atop my head. Last year, I won this challenge and went on to become President of Delta Pi.”
I let my words sink it, staring intently at the freshman in front of me. I wanted each of them to find excitement in this party. The challenge was meant to motivate and inspire them. If they thought they could one day become the leader of our frat, then they would be more likely to participate.
“Now,” I
said. “Not everyone who won has become president, but most have. Winning this challenge takes initiative, cunning, and intelligence. I for one, will be immensely proud of the next winner. Whoever I hand this headdress to will have my eternal praise.”
There was another murmur that spread quickly through the room. My eyes found Adam’s, and he fixed me with a disapproving stare. I looked away, not wanting him to ruin the day with his guilt trip.
When I looked around the room, I saw a few other’s wearing similar expressions. Not everyone approved of this party, and over the years, more and more brothers refused to participate. They would attend the party, but they wouldn’t invite a virgin, and they certainly wouldn’t take one home.
It was infuriating, but I couldn’t force them to partake. They were all capable of making their own decisions, but as more brothers took the moral high road, the number of available virgins decreased. We could only have enough women for all the brothers if everyone brought a girl, which hadn’t been the case for the past couple years.
“Listen,” I said as the murmuring died away. I knew it was time to address my brother’s concerns. “I know some of you have a few issues with this party. You feel it’s unkind or manipulative. In a way, it is. However, I want you all to remember that these girls are willing participants. Do they know about the party’s intention? No, they don’t. But, we do not ever force ourselves on these women. They are to be treated with respect and kindness. If someone says no, then you take that answer and you leave. If I so much as hear that any one of you pushed a girl into something she did not want to do, I will personally exile you from the house. Is that clear?”
Everyone nodded and I smiled. I felt that my warning would assuage anyone’s cause for concern. This party wasn’t the most gentlemanly thing to do, but it was fun for everyone. When I took Sarah Harvey’s virginity the previous year, she was thrilled. We had fun rolling around together, learning the feel of each other’s bodies. We even stayed friends afterward. To this day, if I saw her around campus, I threw my arms around her and hugged her close.