Family Reunion
Copyright© 2025 by ghostwritten
Chapter 1
The decorations were still going up around the frat house as I walked around to see the progress. This was an important night; the last party of the year before most of us left for the summer. For some of our brothers, it is a final send-off before graduation; for others, a reminder why we are the best fraternity on campus. Word would spread through the summer, and it would give us the best crop of pledges for next year.
It had mostly been a good year for me; solid G.P.A., partied hard, and hooked up with a few Kappas. I hope that when I get back here in the fall, I can top it. My bags are already packed to go home for the summer. I just have to enjoy tonight before hitting the road in the morning ... or more likely afternoon. I planned to get pretty ripped before the confines of my parents’ home again. Oh well, I know I’ll see some of my boys from high school and catch up.
“We ready for tonight?” I asked Marco, who was unloading a run from the liquor store.
“Fuck yeah, man!” he said. “Eight kegs, ten bottles of tequila for shots, and we’ve fully restocked the bar. We’re set! Man, I’m gonna miss this place.” Marco was one of the graduating seniors and a stand-up guy. He pulled my ass out of the fire a few times, once quite literally in freshman year. I learned to never jump over a bonfire after five shots of whiskey because someone dared me to. School - always learning something important.
“What are you going to do tonight?” I asked, as I picked up a case of scotch and carried it over to the bar.
“Savor it, man. That’s what you gotta do, I’m tellin’ you. Enjoy these moments and take hold of ‘em.”
“I will, buddy. I will.”
Marco asked next, “You’re leavin’ tomorrow, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, starting work early. Need a few days off in July for some family thing so I’ve got to start getting the hours in,” I reply.
He held out his hand.”If I don’t see you, it’s been a pleasure. Keep this place alive, ok?”
“Marco, the honor was all mine, bro. Don’t be a stranger.” I shake his hand, and we part ways. It will be strange to be here next year without people like him but that’s how it goes, I guess. I’ll heed his wise words and make sure I enjoy the night, as I watch the speakers roll towards the backyard.
With the music blasting and lights low, the house got crowded with people. Summer parties are always the best because the heat gets girls to take off their clothes to cool down. We hooked up a misting hose in the back yard just to get girls wet, which was my idea. Some girls were prepared, dancing around in bikinis or bras, while others drank to cool off.
I could see that the Kappas and Thetas had shown up; skinny blondes and brunettes jiggling around for attention. I could already see some of the guys making inroads to some, whispering sweet nothings in their ears hoping they’ll have sweet nothing on, later tonight.
There were groups of guys and girls together around the house, chatting and mixing it up. Some danced, some made out, and others played drinking games, but they were always in groups. To see a stray, single person in a crowd, male or female, was an aberration. It was an affront to the spirit of the great Greek Gods whose spirits bless our fraternities and sororities with good times.
As I turned a corner, I instantly spotted one such anomaly and I was drawn in that direction. As one of the hosts, it was my responsibility, no, my duty, to ensure everyone was having a good time. It does help that it was a girl standing there holding a red plastic cup, her arms crossed over her chest standing against a wall. Of course, I just had to investigate.
“How’s it going? Are you having a fun time?” I asked as I slid up next to the pretty brunette who wore basic blue jeans and a grey cotton T-shirt, Adams College inscribed in red across the front.
“Yeah, I guess. Who are you?”
“Name’s Logan, one of the brothers’ here at AlphaBeta.”
“Oh, nice to meet you. Nice place you guys have here, very wild.”
“Thanks, we aim to please. What are you doing all alone? Where are your friends?” I asked with keen interest as I checked her out. She was cute. A girl next door type but a little on the short side. She stood below shoulder height for my 6’2 body. Her T-shirt clung tightly to her midsized chest likely due to the heat. She looked molded into her jeans as they showed off her long skinny legs up to a barely-there ass. I couldn’t quite figure out how she had such long legs yet was so short. That’s the complexity of women, I guess, and why I love them.
“I ditched my friends to come here; I’m kind of crashing the party,” she said honestly.
“Nonsense, no crashing necessary. All students are welcome to our little shindigs. It’s what we’re famous for, our hospitality,” I said with a gentlemanly bow.
Her cute little button nose wrinkled slightly as she laughed at my gesture, “I thought you frat boys were famous for getting us innocent girls drunk so you can have your way with us.”
“That’s ridiculous propaganda spread by the media and a few bad apples,” I pushed back jokingly, “but if you wish, I could be your protector tonight.”
“If there’s nothing to protect me from, why would I need you?” she winked, and her brown eyes filled with mischievous energy. “What if you’re one of the bad apples and you’re trying to take advantage of me?”
“I would never...” I feigned indignation.
Then she did something didn’t expect. She stood on her tip toes and leaned in very close. I could smell the faint scent of her perfume in my nose, and her lips seemed to graze my cheek. She only said two words to me, “Too bad.” She smiled a big, gorgeous smile, before she walked away, with one small glance over her shoulder as she headed to the bar.
To say I was intrigued was an understatement, I couldn’t help but follow her from a safe distance. I wasn’t sure exactly what game she was playing, but she certainly was a master tactician at it. She seemed like an enigma in that she stood out from the rest of the girls at the party. I watched her order a shot of tequila from our bartender, down it, and then said a few words to him before she disappeared into the crowd. I tried to chase but lost her by the time I reached the bar.
“Hey, Logan, here you go!” Reggie, our bartender said as he pointed to a shot glass on the counter.
“What?”
“The girl said to give Logan a shot, so here’s your shot,” he said and pushed the small glass towards me.
Not one to back down from a challenge, I threw it back without salt or lime. It burned for a second and I stomped my foot once on the floor before turning the empty glass upside down on the counter.
“My man!” Reggie said. “Girl said to tell you after you had the shot, she’d be in the backyard.”
“Thanks, Reg.” I slapped him on the back and walked to find my mysterious girl.
The backyard was lit with tiki torches and white Christmas lights as people mingled and partied in the grass. There was a group of girls hanging out near the misting station, their shirts were soaked, but their spirits were not. I recognized a few of them from the various sororities and a couple more from my bedroom.
What I didn’t see was my mystery girl, as I wandered around the yard. I must have looked for ten minutes when I started to give up. Heading back inside, I found her leaned up against the wall watching me. I approached as nonchalantly as possible, saying hello to different people as I passed.
“Looking for something?” she teased.
“Oh, hello, it’s you again,” I tried to play it off casually, “Fancy meeting you out here.”
“Sure, sure. I think I do need a protector, I think I have a stalker.”
“That’s serious. I should stick close to you then to keep you safe.”
Her hand reached out and touched my face. “I think you want to stay close to me so you can get me drunk.”
“I think you’re doing a good job of that on your own.”
She flashed her playful smile once again and grabbed my hand, “Not good enough though, come on.”
She led me back to the bar and ordered six shots of whiskey, Reggie looked at me questioningly and I just shrugged. He pulled out the bottle and poured six glasses. The girl shoved three shots towards me then started downing hers in quick succession. I couldn’t help but be impressed. I hadn’t even touched mine yet.
“Come on, slowpoke. This is a party, isn’t it?” she teased.
I looked over at Reggie who simply raised his eyebrow expectantly. “To good times!” I said as I raised the shot glass in the air before downing it and its two siblings in rapid succession. When I slammed the final glass upside down on the bar, the mystery girl grabbed my arm and pulled me into the dancing crowd.
Her hands were all over me as she started grinding and groping me on the dance floor. She took my hands and placed them on her hips, then guided my hands up her sides to the swell of her breasts. I still didn’t even know this girl’s name, but I already knew I liked her. She was truly living in the moment, although if she kept drinking the way she was, it might be her final one.
“Should we do more shots?” she yelled in my ear over the music.
“I think you’ll pass out and die if you do,” I responded. I could see her start to sway while attempting to stand still. The booze was starting to kick in.
Her arms went around my neck, and she said, “We should go to your room then, before I do.”
My mind was clouded by alcohol but knew this was a bad idea. Yet, I was worried she’d pass out right there on the main floor of the party, so I couldn’t think of any better options. When I agreed, she cheered and kissed me, her lips tasted like strawberries and whiskey. I took her hand and led her upstairs to my room.
I was lucky my roommate had already left a couple of days earlier, having signed up for a research trip for the summer. As soon as the door closed behind me, she jumped up into my arms with her mouth all over my face. Caught off guard and under the influence myself, I nearly dropped her on the floor.
“Yeah, this is what I want,” she moaned as she started to grind her crotch against me.