Chapter 10

The University of Vermont campus remained a frozen maze in January, snow piling high against buildings, the air sharp with pine and the threat of another storm. Word spread quickly of a Delta Sigma Phi party at an off campus house. Smaller than Halloween’s chaos but still a beacon for Jake’s presence. He’ll be there. Thinking he can push me. I’m ready to push back.

She texted Molly. D-Sig party tonight. U should come. Jake will be there. Ucan witness my victory lap because I’m not losing.

Molly’s reply came fast. I’ll pass. You know I hate those things. But you’re a queen, Em. Keep that fire. Don’t let him or Laura break you.

Emily chose her outfit deliberately. Tight black dress that hugged every curve. Hem teasing the tops of her thighs. Plunging neckline framing her breasts. No bra. No panties. I want him to know exactly why I’m there. Thigh high black boots that clicked with authority. Auburn hair falling in loose waves. Makeup bold. Red lips gleaming. Hazel eyes sharp with intent. I’m going to fuck him tonight. And it is going to feel so good. But he won’t break me.

The off campus house pulsed with cigarette smoke, EDM bass, and the clink of beer bottles. The air hung thick with weed, sweat, and cheap beer. The living room was a crush of bodies grinding to the beat. Dim lights casting flickering shadows. Emily spotted Jake near a makeshift bar. Leather jacket slung over one shoulder. Dark eyes scanning the room until they locked on hers. His grin came instant. Hunger and challenge mixed. Jeans tight against his muscular thighs. Charcoal gray thermal shirt stretched across his chiseled chest and shoulders.

He’s hunting me. But I’m hunting him. I want him. Bad. His touch. His voice. His cock. But I’ll make him fucking burn for me.

Before she could cross the room Charlotte, a girl who lived on her dorm floor waved her over from the stairs. Emily ignored Jake’s stare and headed upstairs with her. They ended up in Ethan’s room. The hulking lacrosse player who had fucked her during the Halloween basement frenzy. Ethan grinned when they walked in. “Well shit. The devil girl returns.”

A couple of bong hits later the three of them were thoroughly stoned. The room spun pleasantly. Laughter came easy. Music thumped muffled through the floor.

Ethan took another hit, holding the smoke before exhaling toward the ceiling. “Fuck, you two look good tonight. Emily, that dress is criminal. Charlotte, you’re killing me with those legs. We should do this more often. Just the three of us. No party bullshit downstairs.”

Charlotte giggled, cheeks flushed, passing the bong to Emily. “You’re such a horndog, Ethan. But yeah ... this is nice. Emily, you smell amazing. What is that?”

Emily took a deep pull, holding it before blowing a slow stream toward Ethan. “Just me. And a little confidence.” She smirked, eyes half lidded. “You two aren’t so bad yourselves. Ethan, those arms still look like they could toss me around. Charlotte, you’ve got that innocent face but I bet you’re filthy when you want to be.”

Ethan laughed low, setting the bong aside. “Guilty. Come here, both of you.” He pulled them onto the couch with him in the middle. His big hands slid under their skirts without hesitation. Neither one of them had panties on. His thick fingers found their pussies already wet. He sank two digits into each of them at once, curling and stroking. “Fuck. Both of you are soaked for me.”

“Who said it was for you,” Emily replied with a smirk.

“We should make this a regular thing,” Ethan continued. “Starting now. I’ll fuck you both. Take turns filling these tight little holes.”

Emily moaned softly as his fingers worked deeper. Her head fell back against the cushions.

“Mmm ... tempting, big guy. But I’m thinking about something else first.” She looked at Charlotte, voice low and coaxing. “I want your mouth on me, Charlotte. I want you to eat my pussy until I come all over your pretty face.”

Charlotte’s breath hitched. Her hips rocked against Ethan’s fingers. “I ... I’ve never done that before. With a girl.”

Emily smiled, stoned confidence radiating. She reached out and cupped Charlotte’s cheek. “You’ll be perfect. I’ll guide you. Just lick me like you’d want to be licked. Slow at first. Then deeper. I promise it’ll feel good for both of us. You want to, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes.”

“I can’t. I don’t know what to do.”