Frat House Birthday Party

Hey there! I'm Cheri. Last year, I hit the big 1-8 while I was still a junior in high school. I wasn't exactly shy, but I wasn't one of those super bubbly, always-in-the-spotlight types either. Still, at 5'7" with bright red hair, I've got a way of standing out--sometimes more than I plan to. At that point, I'd only had one serious relationship: my boyfriend of two years. We were pretty tight. But what really made my 18th birthday memorable? Well, that's where the story begins.

So, yep, it was my birthday, and I decided it was the perfect excuse to go shopping for something cute to wear that Friday night. I've got plans with Jason--yep, that Jason--the guy I totally fell for back in sophomore year. He's six feet of swoon-worthy charm, plays wide receiver on the varsity football team, and somehow even got the stamp of approval from my dad (which is no small thing--he's usually suspicious of anyone who touches his remote).

The sun was out, the sky was blue, and the weather? Classic summer heat wave. I threw on a tank top and shorts, ready to take on the day with a little retail therapy. It had already been a scorcher of a summer, and today was shaping up to be another one for the record books.

On the drive to the mall, I felt that familiar little buzz of excitement I always get before a good shopping trip--like something fun was about to happen (and oh, was I right). I spent nearly an hour browsing through racks, picking out a handful of cute skirts and tops, before eventually wandering into the lingerie store. You know, just doing some birthday-girl-level shopping.

I was deep in decision mode, eyeing a few lacy bras and matching thongs, trying to figure out which set would make Jason's jaw drop, when someone walked up behind me.

"Find anything that matches that sexy body, babe?" a voice said quietly.

I spun around, startled--and immediately blushed. Standing there was a seriously good-looking guy, maybe mid-twenties, tall (like, really tall--had to be at least six-three), and definitely gym-regular material. He gave me this easy, confident smile that only made my face go even redder.

"I'm good, thanks," I mumbled, turning quickly back to the rack in front of me, pretending to be way more focused than I actually was.

"If you need anything, I'm here," he added with a smooth kind of charm. "Name's Jason. I'm a senior over at the university."

Of course he was. I mean, seriously, another Jason?

"Well," I said, fumbling my words a bit, "I'm... actually just looking for something special--for my boyfriend." Yep, nailed it. Sort of.

He reached up to the rack and pulled down a black lace bra and matching thong, holding it out with a confident little smirk. "This would look crazy hot on you, babe," he said with a chuckle.

I think I forgot how to speak for a second.

"Th-th-thank you," I managed to stammer as I took it from him. Our fingers brushed for just a second, and--no lie--a little jolt of electricity zipped right through me. Seriously? What was that? I already had a boyfriend, and here I was blushing like I was in a rom-com.

"So... do you go to the university?" he asked casually, like this was just a totally normal conversation in the lingerie section.

I shook my head and lowered my voice. "No... I'm actually still in high school," I admitted, eyes darting anywhere but at him. "I'm a junior. Well, technically a senior now, I guess. Today's my 18th birthday."

"And your big plans for the night?" he asked with a sly smile.

"My boyfriend's taking me to the movies," I said, trying to sound excited... which I was. Sort of.

"The movies, huh?" he said, leaning in slightly. "I can think of way more fun ways to celebrate a birthday."

Before I could even respond, he pulled a small card from his pocket and handed it to me. "You should check out our Friday night frat party," he said, all casual-like. "Starts around eight. Come have some real fun--and, uh... maybe leave the boyfriend at home."

He gave me one last wink before turning and walking off, leaving me holding a black lace bra, a party invite, and a whole lot of questions I wasn't ready to answer.

I wandered the mall for the next hour, but honestly? I wasn't really there. Our little lingerie shop moment was playing on a loop in my head, and no matter how hard I tried to shake it, I could not stop thinking about him. The way his fingers had barely brushed mine... the spark that lit up inside me... ugh.

What is wrong with me? I was in love with Jason. My Jason. Sweet, handsome, football-playing Jason who had been nothing but good to me. But this random college guy? His flirtation had hit differently. There was something about it--his confidence, the way he looked at me--that made me feel... electric. Desired. Grown-up. Sexy.

A frat party? The idea gave me chills--in a good way. It sounded wild and spontaneous and nothing like my usual Friday night movie dates. Was it reckless? Oh, 100%. Did that stop me? Not even a little.

Before I could overthink it, I pulled out my phone and called Jason. Straight to voicemail. I left a quick message, short and vague: "Hey, I'm sorry, I can't make it tonight. I'll explain later." No reason. No details. Just... bailed.

I shoved my phone back into my pocket, heart pounding, and practically power-walked out of the mall with my bags swinging at my side. I was going home--and getting ready for a party I had absolutely no business going to.

And I couldn't wait.

By the time I got home, I was practically buzzing. My brain was still tangled in guilt, excitement, and a million questions I didn't really want to answer. But deep down, I knew--I was going to that party. No backing out now.

When I got home, the smell of something delicious hit me the second I walked in the door. My dad was in the kitchen, cooking dinner--like he always did when he wanted to make things feel a little extra special. He was a really good guy, honestly. Ever since my mom passed away two years ago, he'd stepped up in every way. I always wished he'd find someone to make him happy again, but he never talked about it much.

"I'm gonna spend the night at one of my girlfriends' places," I told him, leaning against the counter casually.

He looked up from the stove, gave me a warm smile, and nodded. "Well, I hope you have fun. It's your birthday, after all."

"Thanks, Dad. Love you bunches," I said with a grin as I headed upstairs to shower and get ready.

I tossed my shopping bags onto my bed and pulled out the set--the black lace bra and thong. I held them up, eyeing them in the mirror, and... whew. Yeah. No wonder he'd said they'd look hot. They did. My cheeks flushed just imagining actually wearing them. But tonight wasn't about comfort or logic. Tonight was about feeling bold. Feeling wanted. Feeling... dangerous, even.

I turned on some music, something with a beat that matched my pulse, and started getting ready. I curled my hair just enough to give it that effortless "oh, I just woke up like this" look, added a little shimmer to my cheekbones, and slid into a short black skirt that hugged in all the right places, a cream colored pullover top, and nude thigh highs.. Not too much, not too little. Just enough to say, I know exactly what I'm doing, even if I totally didn't.

As I slipped into the heels I probably shouldn't be walking in, I glanced at myself one last time in the mirror. Nerves. Excitement. A little guilt, still lurking in the corners. But mostly? I felt alive.

I grabbed the party card off my desk, tucked it into my purse, and headed down to dinner before I could talk myself out of it.

Whatever happened tonight... I had a feeling it was going to be unforgettable.

By the time dinner was over, my heart was racing like I'd already had three Red Bulls. I told Dad goodnight, gave him a quick hug, and grabbed my overnight bag (which definitely did not contain pajamas). With one last deep breath, I slipped out the door and into the warm summer evening, heels clicking with every confident step toward the unknown.

I followed the directions on the card until I found the house--a big, slightly run-down place lit up like it was daring the entire city to come party. Cars were parked along both sides of the street, music was thumping from inside, and the faint smell of beer and bonfire lingered in the air.

Yep. Definitely the place.

I hesitated for half a second before walking up the front steps. The door was wide open, like an invitation I couldn't ignore. Inside, the place was buzzing--people dancing, laughing, shouting over the music, red solo cups everywhere. I could barely hear myself think.

"Hey!" a voice called out, and I turned to see him--Jason 2.0, college edition--walking toward me with that same easy smile. He looked even better in low lighting, if that was even possible. "You actually came."

"I said I might," I replied, flashing a grin that surprised even me. Who was this bold version of Cheri?

"Glad you did," he said, handing me a cup. "Let's get you a proper birthday toast."

I took the drink, heart still fluttering, and followed him through the crowd, the bass thudding beneath my feet. I had no idea what the night would bring, but I knew one thing for sure--I wouldn't be forgetting this birthday anytime soon.

After I finished the beer Jason handed me, he flashed a grin and grabbed my hand, weaving us through the pulsing crowd toward the center of the room. The music was loud, the lights were low, and everything felt just a little bit surreal--like I was stepping into someone else's story.

"It's time for your official birthday toast," he said, holding out a shot glass with a devilish gleam in his eye. Tequila. Of course.

We clinked glasses, and I followed his lead, tossing it back in one go. Big mistake. The burn hit hard and fast--I coughed a little, trying to keep it cool, even though my throat was on fire.

Jason laughed softly and leaned in close. "Happy birthday, Cheri," he said, his voice low, and then... he kissed me.

It wasn't just a peck. It was warm, lingering, and way too good. Between the tequila and the kiss, I felt heat flood through my body like I'd just stepped into a dream I wasn't sure I should be having.

"Hey! My turn!" someone shouted from across the room.

Another guy--broad shoulders, messy hair, clearly riding the party high--made his way over with a bottle in one hand and his own shot glass in the other. He poured us both another round like it was a challenge.

Before I could think twice, I knocked back the second shot. This one went down a little smoother--or maybe I was just getting used to the burn.

And then came the second kiss--hotter, deeper, more daring. My head was spinning, but in the best possible way.

Birthday: officially out of control... and I was kind of loving it.

The room was starting to blur at the edges--music vibrating through my chest, laughter echoing from every direction, and that buzzy, lightheaded feeling settling in like a warm blanket. I had no idea who that second guy was, but at the moment? Didn't really matter. I was floating. I was bold. I was eighteen and making choices my old self would have overthought into the ground.

Jason circled back around, slipping an arm around my waist like he'd been there all night. "You good?" he asked, voice low against my ear.

I nodded, maybe a little too enthusiastically. "Better than good."

He grinned. "Wanna see the rest of the house?"

Oh. That line.

I hesitated for the first time. Just a flicker. Jason--my Jason--flashed through my mind. The sweet texts, the way he always held my hand during movies, how he kissed me on the forehead when he thought no one was looking. He had no idea what I was doing right now.

But then College Jason tugged gently on my hand, and the crowd swallowed us up as he led me down a hallway, away from the pounding music and into the slightly quieter back of the house.

We passed a couple making out against a wall, someone asleep on the stairs. The hallway opened into a dimly lit room--softer music, Christmas lights strung across the ceiling, filled with guys drinking, and a surprisingly clean couch.

He turned to me, his expression shifting--less party boy, more serious. "You sure you're okay?" he asked again, searching my face.

I paused, feeling that tension build--the kind that comes from standing right on the edge of something you know could change everything.

"I don't know," I said honestly, heart pounding louder than the music outside. "Maybe."

He didn't push. Just smiled and stepped a little closer, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You let me know what you want," he said softly.

And in that moment, I wasn't sure if I wanted to kiss him again--or run straight back to the life I was used to.

I stood there in the soft glow of those tangled Christmas lights, feeling the heat of his gaze and the pressure of the moment press in all around me. Part of me wanted to let go, to lose myself in the buzz and the thrill and the way he was looking at me like I was the only person on the planet.

But another part--the quieter, steadier part--was suddenly wide awake.

Jason. My Jason. The real one. The one who had planned a night out just for me. Who probably still hadn't checked his voicemail. Who would be sitting there, confused, wondering why I hadn't shown.

I felt a lump form in my throat, and it wasn't from the tequila.

"I--" I started, then stopped, suddenly hyper-aware of everything. My clothes, the lace underneath, the two shots pulsing in my veins, this guy standing so close. It was a rush... but also, kind of a blur.

I felt another shot glass being pushed into my hand. oh god, another guy. I giggled a little involuntarily, and we threw back the shots one more time. Another kiss, this time longer and deeper, his hands finding their way up my sides and grasping my 34D breasts. I moaned out loud as his hands massaged my tits. Big mistake!

I was pressed against him as his tongue explored my mouth. I felt Jason move up against me from behind, sandwiching me between these two hot guys, his lips on the back of my neck My mind was swirling. I wasn't thinking clearly, and I felt two hard cocks pressed against me.

I found myself returning his kiss, totally out of control now. There were guys everywhere in the room, all watching me being seduced by Jason and his friend. Jason was grinding his cock against my ass cheeks as he took the sides of my top and lifted it up over my head. I was in a trance as these two removed my skirt and continued to run their hands across my body.

"I told you guys she was something special," Jason shouted out across the room. "

The local girls here are insane," he laughed as they backed away so everyone could look at me standing there in my bra, thong, and thigh highs. I looked around and saw all the guys pulling out their cocks and stroking them, realizing for the first time what was going to happen.

Before I could say anything, Jason pushed me to my knees and shoved his cock into my mouth and up against the back of my throat. I started to gag and tried to push him away, but he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me back down his shaft, this time forcing it into my throat. I felt my skirt being lifted up over my butt and a hand pulled my thong to one side. I could feel my pussy juices running down my thighs as his swollen cock head forced its way between my cunt lips. With one swift push, he thrust the full length of his shaft into my pussy, holding it deep inside, throbbing against the walls of my pussy.

I quickly had the most intense orgasm of my life, which triggered Jason to cum deep in my throat. I couldn't see who was behind me as Jason withdrew his cock from my mouth, but he was pounding my cunt with rapid thrusts as another guy stepped in front of me. As he thrust his cock into my mouth, I noticed it was covered in some kind of white powder, which I later learned was cocaine.

I now had the third coke covered cock in my throat and a pussy full of sperm when this black guy approached. He had the biggest, thickest cock I had ever seen and he stepped behind me and filled my pussy. That triggered orgasm number three, or was it four? I was losing track of reality. Hot cum was running down my inner thighs as well as my chin when I took another load down my throat.

That's when Jamal pulled out of my pussy, lifted me up, and pulled me down on his cock as he sat on the couch. I thought I couldn't take much more when my head was suddenly lifted up and a cock was thrust in my mouth by a guy standing behind the couch. That's when I felt it, a swollen cock head pressing against my ass hole. Oh fuck no, I thought, but I was in no position to object. Slowly it entered my ass, inch by inch, as my whole body exploded in orgasm.

I was at their mercy as they continued to fuck all three holes. I was drunk, and the effects of the coke had taken over my body. Someone was slapping my ass repeatedly, each blow making my orgasms more intense. Every time I came, the room erupted in cheers.

I'm not sure how long this went on, but before it was over at least a dozen guys fucked each of my holes and I was covered in cum, both inside and out. I fell asleep on that couch and woke up the next morning to find naked guys asleep everywhere. I knew I couldn't go home like that, so I found the shower, gathered my clothes, and left the frat house, no longer an 18-year-old high school student with a boyfriend. Now I was a slut for hard cock. I felt guilty but knew I could never go back. I knew life would never be the same.