It was a frat party like any other frat party: loud, obnoxious throngs of people holding cups of warm beer and trying desperately to get to the other side of the room to talk to that girl who may or may not have been looking at them because "Dude, she wants me." Three weeks into the fall semester at Troy University and already the brain cell count was falling.

Anne David sat in a large easy chair in one of the upstairs rooms of the house. The eighteen year-old freshmen was a bit overdressed for the occasion in a small, tight-fitting black dress, her long chestnut hair just hiding the thin straps over her shoulders. Her eyes were focused on the television on the other side of the room where two guys, who had introduced themselves to her as Winger and Brew, were busy playing a drunken game of Madden '99 on their beer-stained Playstation. Anne brought her cup to her lips and began to drink. It took about 30 seconds for her mind to register that the cup was empty. She briefly considered attempting to suck some more alcohol from her dress, which had been spilled on numerous times already.

"I told you you should have worn something shitty," came a voice from behind her. Anne looked up to see a fresh cup of beer suspended in front of her face. She followed the hand up and turned around to see her roommate, Megan Brady. Megan had obviously had a little more party-going experience, as she was dressed in sneakers, a pair of old jeans, and a faded Adidas T-shirt, which already had a few dark stains on it. Her brown-blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail, currently swaying slightly as Megan's head moved subtlety to the beat of the horribly loud techno music from the next room.

The two girls had known each other for only three weeks, but they'd already become close friends. Anne was at first put off by Megan, who seemed to be exactly the kind of girl she had avoided in high school, but she had soon realized that despite Megan's beauty and outgoing nature the two were a lot alike. Both had come from small towns, both enjoyed bad soap operas, and both had a notoriously bad track record with the male gender. Anne was a little more on the shy, silent side, and she was happy to have someone like Megan to hang around with, as Megan's apparent fearlessness often led them into interesting situations. This party, however, was not one of them.

"If I'd dressed like you," Anne replied, "I might not be getting all this attention." She took the cup from Megan's hand and smiled as her roommate sat down on the arm of the chair beside her.

Megan looked around, feigning confusion. "No offense Cinderella," she said, "but the video game over there is getting more action."

"I noticed," Anne replied, taking a sip of her beer, "It's a shame too, because Brew's kinda cute."

"Who?" Megan asked, glancing to the other side of the room.

"Brew." Anne replied confidently. She spun her head from Megan's face to the television and waited as her brain caught up. She tried to mentally calculate the number of drinks she'd had and failed quite miserably.

Megan turned back to Anne, laughing. Her eyes widened with recognition "Shit, that asshole went to my high school. David. He told you his name is Brew?"

"I think that's, like, his frat name," Anne said.

"Oh," Megan replied, pondering the concept, "Whoever thought up the fraternity system should be shot."

"I second that emotion," Anne said, slurring her words. She finished off her beer and dropped the cup to the floor with so many others. "I gotta go to the bathroom," she said decidedly. As she tried to stand she realized that the room had suddenly decided to start spinning without telling her.

Megan grabbed Anne's shoulder, steadying her as she nearly collapsed back into the chair. "Whoa," she said, standing, "You okay Annie?"

"Fine," Anne replied, "Just need to go to the bathroom."

"Okay, I'll take you," Megan said, grabbing Anne's hand in hers. "Go slow, Anne."

Anne nodded and began walking towards the door, Megan steadying her as she walked. She stumbled at the entrance to the next room, grabbing a nearby table to steady herself and attracting the attention of the two guys in front of the television, who turned to look at her.

"Hi Brew," Anne mumbled, putting on her best smile as she saw the guys look at her. She tried to wave, but managed only a flop of her arm.

"Hey baby," Brew replied, "You need some help?"

"No thanks kiddo," Megan replied for her, hoping he hadn't recognized her, "We'll be fine, she just needs some air." She dragged her roommate through the door and past a crowd of dancers into the bathroom, which was thankfully empty. Anne staggered into a stall and shut the door.

"How come you're not drunk?" came Anne's voice from the stall.

"I am," Megan shouted back, "I'm just not showing it."

"Oh," Anne said, "Not fair."

"Hey, it's not my fault you can't hold your liquor," Megan smiled to herself. After a few seconds without a reply, Megan was a bit concerned. "Are you okay in there?" A light moan came from the stall, prompting Megan to lean down, looking under the door. "I'm coming in Annie, okay?" Megan asked, her hand already pushing the door open. Anne was kneeling in front of the toilet. She murmured a positive reply as she felt Megan's hand on her back.

"Are you sick?" Megan asked, crouching down beside Anne, who was gripping the sides of the bowl. Megan pulled her roommate's hair back over her shoulders, rubbing gently at her exposed back as she held it there.

"I thought so," Anne replied, "But I think I'm okay. Just give me a second." She knelt there for a few minutes, breathing slowly, feeling Megan's soothing hand on her bare neck and shoulders, rubbing slowly. Once she had regained as much composure as she thought possible, she stood. Megan put the toilet seat down and guided her down to sit.

"You sure you're okay?" Megan asked, crouching in front of her.

"Yeah," Anne said, her head in her hands, "Yeah I think so."

"Let's get you home," Megan said, grabbing Anne's hand and hauling her to her feet.

Anne and Megan emerged from the bathroom and almost ran directly into Brew, who had apparently given up video games for the evening. He smiled upon seeing Anne, all but ignoring Megan.

"Hey baby," Brew said, leaning suavely against the doorframe, "Where you going?"

"She's going home," Megan said, "Now move."

"Brady?" Brew said, his drunken gaze now focusing on Megan with familiarity. "Shit I didn't know they let sluts like you into Troy. What's your friend's name?"

Anne straightened herself up, shook her hair back, and put out her hand, relying on Megan to keep her balance for her. "Hello," she said seductively, "I'm Anne."

Brew took Anne's hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing it gently. Anne blushed, Megan rolled her eyes, and Brew kept the game going. "We met earlier Anne, and I couldn't get you out of my mind," he said, still holding her hand, "You wanna ditch Brady here and hang out?"

"I don't know," Anne replied, slurring her words, "I should go home, I'm not feeling so good."

"You can crash in my room if you want," Brew replied, "We can listen to some music or something."

Anne was obviously considering the invitation, and Megan decided it was time to speak up. "She's not coming with you," she said, "She's coming home with me. Find someone else to date rape tonight, David."

Brew was pissed, obviously not used to being talked to like this. He leaned into Megan and spoke softly. "Listen dyke," he said, "She wants to come with me, so let her go." He reached down, took Anne's hand away from Megan, and pushed her back against the wall lightly. "Let's go baby," he said, turning to take Anne down the hallway.

Megan was obviously less than happy, which became even more clear to everyone in the room when her fist hit Brew in the stomach, doubling him over and spilling his beer on a few irritated onlookers. Anyone still confused as to Megan's point of view quickly came around when her knee flew up, hitting the boy's face and sending him sprawling backward, trying to clutch both his wounded stomach and broken nose at the same time.

The crowd was silent, staring at Brew, who lay shaking on the floor, blood pouring from his face and mixing into a puddle of warm beer. Anne looked over at Megan and began to laugh. Megan took her hand and led her out of the house. No one bothered them this time.

They walked back to the dorm together hand in hand, Anne laughing all the way and stumbling only occasionally.

"You kicked his ass." Anne said when they finally returned to their room. She threw herself down on her bed, the bottom bunk in the small dorm room. "That was awesome."

"He deserved it," Megan replied, sitting down beside her roommate. "He probably won't remember any of it anyway."

Anne sat up beside Megan and kissed her on the cheek. "You're my hero," she said in a sarcastic Southern accent. The two girls laughed together for a few moments before Anne stood up and pulled her dress over her head in one fluid motion, exposing her small tits. Megan didn't even flinch, Anne had undressed in front of her many times before.

"What are you doing?" Megan asked, her eyes drifting over Anne's near-perfect breasts and down her flat, tan stomach. Anne wore only a pair of white panties.

"I'm going to take a shower," Anne replied. She turned around, reaching into her closet for her robe and giving Megan a nice view of her tight young ass.

"It's one in the morning," Megan replied, "And you're still drunk."

"And there's beer on me, and I feel disgusting," Anne continued for her as she put her robe on and tied it around her waist, then pulled her panties off from under the robe and dropped them to the floor. "I'll be back in ten minutes."

Megan watched Anne leave and waited until she was sure she wasn't coming back before leaning forward and grabbing her roommate's panties off of the floor. She held them in her hands, feeling the soft fabric, the remnants of Anne's warmth. The thought of them having been up against Anne's cunt just seconds ago excited Megan and she brought them up to her face, pressing the crotch to her nose and inhaling Anne's scent. This was not the first time she had performed this ritual.......(cont)