Fun at the Frat Party - Sex Stories

Fun at the Frat Party

I first noticed Nellie on a Friday evening when my fraternity and her sorority got together to make a homecoming float. She had gorgeous blonde hair that flowed down to her shoulders, she knew exactly what she was doing with her eye makeup, lining them in black with a smoky finish. Once my gaze connected with hers I couldn't look away. I smiled, grabbed a couple beers from the ice trough, walked up to her and offered the drink. She smiled, accepted and introduced herself, "I'm Nellie" she said, I told her my name, we shook hands and both smiled. Her teeth were perfect, bright white surrounded by full, red lips. I was imagining her blowing me a kiss when I heard an airhorn go off followed by a shout from one of the older brothers, "Ok bitches, that's enough with the float. We got beer and jungle juice inside, the DJ's all set up and it's party time waaahoooo!!" Nellie and I looked at each other, smiled and then burst out laughing. My beer can was too full and I spilled a some onto the ground, splashing onto her bright white, probably new Chuck Taylors and the black leggings she was wearing with them. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I said, "Wait here, let me get some paper towels real quick." Before she could tell me that it was just fine, I was gone inside the house. When I came back out she was sitting on a bench, double-fisting the beers. She handed me mine about a quarter empty by now, "So you won't spill on me again," she said with a smirk and lifted her leg up so it was ...

... resting over me as I sat down on the bench. I pulled a paper towel out of my pocket and started dabbing at her leggings which were skintight around her ankles. I wiped a bit off the exposed skin between there and her shoes, trying to sop up as much of my spill as possible. There wasn't much left as it had mostly dried but I liked getting to touch her and I loved girls in leggings and Chucks so that was an extra bonus for me. I tossed the semi-wet paper towels across the courtyard and into the trash can. She propped her other foot onto my legs and we kept chatting, telling each other about our majors, where we lived in the dorms the year before and what we loved and hated about the Greek Life on campus. By now we were the only two people outside as the rest of the party had moved indoors. We'd had a couple more beers and she had since re-positioned herself on the bench so her feet were back on the ground and she was sitting next to me. I grabbed another pair of drinks and when I opened hers some of it splashed on her shirt. "Of course," she said with a laugh. "You have any more paper towels?" I pulled another out of my pocket and put it on her shoulder where the can had splashed her. She grabbed my hand and whispered, "I think you did that on purpose." Our eyes locked and we both smiled, I could feel the tension, knowing she wanted to kiss me so I dropped the towel, put my hand on her arm and went in for it. A rush of warmth came over me as our lips connected, I put my other hand ...