Asian Breeding Party

First-person perspective -- Meilin, a petite Asian-American woman at UCLA. Kind of a mix between Chinese pornstars Lulu Chu and Kimmy Kim.

It was just after my late afternoon seminar when I felt the familiar buzz of my phone in my hand. I was walking across campus wearing a short flared skirt, my textbooks hugged to my tight chest, the sun low and golden against Royce Hall. My phone lit up.

Andrew Jackson. I froze mid-step. My heart gave a strange little flutter.

That name was a legend around campus. Tall, white, broad-shouldered, with a walk like he owned the place. He was a year older--business major, always in those fitted Henleys that clung to his chest like a second skin. People said he was cocky. People in the Chinese community said he was a racist. Girls said... other things.

And now he had messaged me.

"Party tonight. Sunset Hills. You should be there. I know you have it in you."

That was it. No emoji. No exclamation mark. Just confidence, like he expected me to say yes. Like I would. I bit my lip. I read it again, then again. My thumb hovered over the screen.

All around me, students were laughing, bikes rolling past, voices echoing across the quad. But inside, it felt quiet. Like a pause before a decision. I didn't answer. Not yet. Instead, I kept walking, slipping my phone into my purse and letting my long brown legs take me toward the dorms, even though I didn't remember deciding where I was going.

In our suite, three of my best friends were lounging on the floor in just panties, laptops open, highlighters scattered like candy. All of them--Jia, Kimi, and Feifei--were like me: straight-A Asian students, STEM queens, perfect daughters, too good, too quiet. At least on paper. But I knew them better than that.

Kimi looked up at me. "You okay? You look like you just saw a ghost."

"I..." I hesitated, then smiled, a little breathless. "I got a message. From Andrew. Andrew Jackson."

They all gasped like it was a movie scene.

"No way," Jia said, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder.

"What did he say?" Feifei's eyes were wide. "Is he asking you out?"

I showed them the message. Kimi whistled softly. "Sunset Hills. That's one of those parties I have heard about. Where they say the girls change after visiting. They leave their community and friends to stay in the white frat boys house from that party on."

"Oh wow. I wonder what they do at the parties"

There was a beat of silence.

"So are we going?" Jia asked, eyes glittering.

"I don't know," I said, but that wasn't true. I already wanted to. Not just for Andrew. Not just to see what it was like. But to do something not expected. Something... for me.

And maybe I wasn't really trying to convince them. Maybe I was trying to convince myself. I looked in the mirror across the room. My reflection looked back: black hair loose and shiny, lips pink and soft, eyes round and innocent. The good girl. But there was a flicker of something else behind my gaze. Something daring.

I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was the summer air still warm against my bare skin. Or the way my friends giggled and whispered outside the frat house, tugging at the edges of their barely-there mini dresses like they couldn't believe they were wearing them either. She even got me to wear one of my my tiny pink gstring and no bra, something I almost never wore.

I looked down at myself--tight red dress clinging like a second skin showing off my firm nipples. I'd never worn anything like it. It wasn't even mine. Lulu had pulled it from her drawer and winked, saying, "Tonight you're not Meilin. You're whoever you want to be."

The bass thumped through the porch floorboards as we stepped in. Inside, the music was louder, the lights lower. Everything smelled like cologne, weed and sweet, fizzy alcohol. It was mostly hot girls of different ethnicities and muscular white guys.

The closest group of people dancing were three latina girls in our age, maybe from Cambodia wearing flared schoolgirl skirts and tie tops showing off their slim bellies with navel piercings. They were very intense with the three guys all over them touching and kissing and the girls laughing barely audible in the loud bass music.

As we walked past them one of the guys took the loudest latina girl by the hand and led her away from her friends and upstairs. As she walked past us he had untied her skirt letting it fall to the floor. She wore nothing underneath still laughing and now storking the guys fit chest.

Her two friends barely noticed her leaving probably to get fucked since they seemed so high on something. The guys had a small piece of glass with thin lines of white powder that they let the girls smell up their nose. Now crazy horny they helped the girls to a sofa and positioned her friend on her knees between her legs. One of the guys wearing a flipped baseball cap and a wife beater had his phone out recording the girls as she started to eat her friends pussy with intensity. It didn't take long for the girl to start moaning and whenever she tried to get up the other guy just firmly pushed her back down into the sofa again.

Then I saw him--Andrew. Tall, broad, leaned against the kitchen doorway like he'd been waiting. His blue eyes flicked from me to my friends and back again. God I loved the way white boys looked. A little smile curled on his lips, like he couldn't quite believe we'd actually come.

"Didn't think you'd show," he said, voice rough like gravel smoothed by whiskey.

"I almost didn't," I admitted, then realized how breathless I sounded.

His gaze dropped to my tits, not rudely, but like he was soaking us in. But it wasn't arrogance. It was awe. Almost... reverence. My heart fluttered. And then it began.

Not loud or dramatic. Just the slow shift of energy. Lulu, ever the boldest, dropped to sit cross-legged on the carpet in front of one of the guys, eyes wide and innocent as she let him pour her a drink. The others followed--kneeling, whispering, playing shy.

Andrew looked at me like he was waiting to see what I'd do. My whole life, I'd been the one who followed rules. Who got straight As, kept her voice soft, her skirts longer than her knees. But tonight, I wanted something different. And for once, I didn't want to be the last one to act.

The music was pulsing low and steady through the walls, and the living room was warm with dancing bodies and lazy laughter. As Meilin decided to take a walk to look around she passed through the hallway toward the kitchen, she caught sight of a group of girls lounging near the open sliding door to the backyard -- three of them, petite like her and the others, all unmistakably Asian.

They wore minimal clothes -- tight yoga shorts, sports bras, even a bikini top or two -- and they weren't drinking. Instead, they sipped juice from tall glasses and leaned comfortably into oversized cushions. One of them, a girl Meilin vaguely remembered from a statistics seminar, rested a hand on the gentle curve of her belly, which had clearly grown since the last time they'd shared a classroom.

The others were the same -- all visibly glowing, soft in the face, curves newly rounded. They didn't look nervous or ashamed. If anything, they looked calm. Confident. Like this was exactly where they were meant to be.

Mali nudged Meilin. "Hey... do you see that?"

"I think I had econ with her," Meilin whispered, nodding toward one of the pregnant girls.

"Are they...?"

"Living here?" Meilin guessed, trying to avoid the more prominent question of their bellies. "Maybe."

They watched for a moment longer, silent, as the girls smiled and murmured to each other, one of the guys setting a bowl of strawberries on the table beside them. There was something about the way they carried themselves -- not flashy or loud, just grounded. Like they'd made a decision. And were already living it.

Going back to the living room the music was louder now. The house pulsed with heat, laughter, and cheap drinks. We were scattered across the living room -- girls kneeling on the carpet, perched on laps, eyes glittering in the dim light. The air smelled like sweat and perfume and something electric.

That's when one of the boys, Leo -- tall, blond, a little drunk -- raised his solo cup like he was making a toast. "Alright," he called out, grinning. "Let's make this interesting."

My stomach fluttered. He looked around the circle, gaze lingering on each of us, especially me and my friends. "Let's see which one of you sweet little brown UCLA girls is the most obedient tonight."

Laughter rippled through the group. Some of the guys whooped. My cheeks flushed. I looked at Lulu -- her eyes sparkled like this was the moment she'd been waiting for. Jia was already leaning into one of the boys, fingers curling around his wrist like she was silently asking for instruction. I sat still, heart pounding.

Andrew hadn't said anything yet. He was still leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, just watching. His eyes met mine across the room. And in that moment, I didn't see arrogance. I saw hunger -- the kind that waits for you to make the first move.

Lulu giggled and crawled forward on her hands and knees, placing her empty cup gently on the floor in front of one of the boys.

"Refill, please?" she asked sweetly.

The room went quiet. One of the guys whistled. I swallowed. I'd never felt this exposed. Or this powerful.

I slowly stood up. Every movement felt like a choice. I stepped out of the circle, crossed to Andrew, and looked up at him.

"If I wanted to show you I'm the most obedient," I said quietly, "what would I have to do?"

He blinked once, slow. Then he smiled -- not smug, not cruel. Just surprised. And maybe a little impressed. He leaned down, voice low in my ear. "Let's find out."

My heart thundered as Andrew's words lingered in my ear: "Let's find out." I didn't move. Not right away. Around us, the music throbbed in waves, but it felt like the room had shrunk--like all that existed was the circle of boys, my friends, and the space where I stood.

Then Jia moved. She was always the quiet one. Bookish, polite. But tonight, her eyes were sharp. She slid off the couch and onto her knees beside one of the boys, her voice soft and teasing as she reached for his drink. "Am I doing it right?" she asked him sweetly.

Laughter. Applause. And just like that, it was on. Kimi followed. She straddled one of the frat guys without hesitation, whispering something that made him grin and fist her hair lightly. Feifei giggled as she spun around, laying across another guy's lap like she was his pillow. Their dresses--short, clinging--rode higher with every motion.

The room was alive with it. And all eyes were turning to me. I felt Andrew behind me, still not touching, but close. Watching. So I sank to my knees, slowly, in front of him.

He didn't speak. Didn't move. But I could feel the shift in the air--how quiet it got around us, the other boys watching, the girls holding their breath.

I reached for his cup. Looked up at him. "Can I hold this for you?"

He nodded once, eyes burning down into me.

But then Lulu, ever the show-off, crawled between two guys and lay flat on her stomach, chin resting on her hands like a kitten. "Boys," she purred, "you'll have to decide who's the best Chinese pet tonight."

The room erupted. Cheers. Laughter. And a heat in my cheeks that burned all the way down. I looked around. My friends--so perfect, so controlled, so academically brilliant--were melting into something else. Something unspoken but shared. We weren't just playing now. We were competing. And I didn't want to lose.

Leo clapped his hands once, loud enough to get everyone's attention. The music was still playing, but somehow, all of us were focused on the space in the middle of the room. The circle of couches, the scattered red cups, the thick air.

"I've got an idea," he said, standing now. His grin was wicked, but not cruel. "If the girls wanna be good little gook pets tonight... then we need a test. A real one."

The other guys leaned in, murmuring agreement.

"Let's see how far you'll go for us," Leo said. "Each of you has five minutes. Do something to prove you're the most obedient. And we'll vote."

My breath caught. Lulu looked thrilled, already biting her lip in mock innocence. Jia tucked her hair behind her ear, nervous but game. Kimi laughed, low and throaty. "What do we get if we win?"

Leo winked. "You'll see."

The guys spread out, forming a casual ring, half on the couches, half standing, drinks in hand. Like judges. Like kings. Andrew remained near the back, arms crossed--but his eyes were locked on me.

Lulu went first. She strutted and danced to the center, dropped to her knees and crawled to unzip a boy's jeans, nuzzling her face against his crotch while saying nonsense fake chinese. The room hooted. He played along, stroking her hair like she was his pet. Everyone clapped.

Kimi was bolder--she let one guy guide her to his lap and she sat down grinding his cock and giving him a lapdance, tilting her head obediently whenever he gave a fake command: "Smile," "Lower your eyes," "Say thank you." She obeyed each one with perfect, teasing sweetness.

Feifei didn't even stand. She just whispered in a guy's ear, then another and let both of the two boys pull her into their arms taking turns making out with them as she stroked the outside of the boys crotch like she wanted to feel their cocks grow harder at her touch.

And then it was my turn. The room went still. I felt every heartbeat in my body as I stepped forward. I didn't look at the others. I looked at Andrew. He raised one brow. Show me, his eyes seemed to say. So I knelt. Slowly. Deliberately.

"I want to be a good slut," I whispered. Loud enough for everyone to hear. "Tell me how."

But Andrew didn't move. He didn't answer. One of the other guys--Tyler--chuckled and said, "Looks like she needs clearer orders."

Then Andrew spoke. Voice low. Calm. "No. She wants to follow without being told. That's rarer."

I shivered. This wasn't about being the loudest. Or the sexiest. It was about surrender--real surrender. I closed my eyes, placed my hands neatly in my lap, and bowed my head. And I waited. The silence was heavier than the music. Then people kinda started dancing again or getting more drinks in the fridge.

The music thumped softly in the background as Meilin wandered off into the kitchen, the warm hum of voices and laughter spilling from every corner of the house. She reached for a plastic cup, unsure what was in the punch bowl and honestly too shy to ask. As she hesitated, a confident voice beside her caught her attention.

"You don't want that stuff. Way too sweet."

Meilin turned to see a African-american girl about her age--slim, radiant, with braided hair pulled into a high bun and a sleek athletic tank hugging her figure. She wore high-waisted jeans and hoop earrings, sipping from a mason jar filled with pale yellow liquid. Her skin glowed in the kitchen light, and she had the kind of poise Meilin instantly admired.

"Lemon juice," the girl said with a wink. "I live here. And the guys provide as many lemon drinks as I want as long as I don't ever leave the house."

"You live... at the frat house? Which of the boys do you live with?" Meilin asked, wide-eyed.

"Oh yes it varies from night to night." The black woman started blushing. "This is my second week." She grinned. "The guys are so handsome and tall. Very muscular with a huge amount of... stamina. Everyone's got their thing going on. I'm Ayana, by the way."

"Meilin," she replied, shaking her hand shyly. "Isn't it a little... intense living here?"

Ayana laughed now more relaxed. "Girl, you'd be surprised. It's like one big chaotic family. Some nights I get passed around to so many guys and usually lose count after my sixth or eighth guy. You would get used to it. Plus--" she lifted her jar, "--this stuff? Someone told me lemon juice is, like, amazing natural birth control." She said it with a smile, clearly taking it seriously.

Meilin blinked. She wasn't sure if Ayana was joking. Part of her wanted to smile politely and let it go. Another part of her--a top student in biology--felt a weird urge to clarify. But then she caught Ayana's expression again: playful, unbothered, and glowing with ease. There was nothing naïve about her. Just someone enjoying life on her own terms.

Meilin smiled, finally taking a sip of the punch. "Maybe I'll switch to lemon juice too. I presume this is then your only birth control you are on?"

Ayana laughed. "Yeah totally all other messes with my hormones and libido. It's the only choice for me. Both I and the boys here are confident in that. When in doubt--go citrus."

Back in the sofas Andrew leaned back on his elbows, watching me. Watching all of us. Kimi was curled up beside Leo, her head on his shoulder. Lulu was still buzzing from all the attention, chattering with Tyler about some documentary he claimed had "changed his life."

Then, somehow, the conversation turned.

"Be honest," Leo said, glancing around. "What are all of you studying for?"

We giggled. "Law," said Jia. "Med school," from Lulu. I hesitated, then admitted, "Poli-sci. Maybe international work."

Andrew raised an eyebrow. "Impressive. But... can I ask something a little dangerous?"

He looked right at me.

"Sure," I said, heart ticking faster.

"What if all that stuff--career, status, chasing the same ladder--what if it's not the only way to build something real?"

There was a pause. The fire cracked.

Tyler jumped in, more playful. "Yeah, like, what if the best thing you could do for the world isn't climbing a corporate ladder--but breeding the next generation? We need women with good genes getting lots of kids."

Kimi snorted. "You mean barefoot in the kitchen?"

"Not only barefoot," Andrew said, eyes flickering to me. "Naked, wet and happy. Proud of something more permanent than a job title."

Lulu narrowed her eyes, but she was smiling. "You guys want us to quit school and be mommies?"

"Not quit right away," Leo said. "You will need your student loans for the first few months when you start to get your big baby belly and meanwhile you will consider the idea that breeding our mixed babies is just as important as being the CEO."

Feifei was fidgeting with her ponytail, thoughtful. "I never really imagined being a mom. Not yet. But..."

"It's kinda weird," I said softly, "but... there's something flattering about it. The idea that someone sees you as... I don't know. Worth mixing genes with."

Andrew's gaze didn't waver. "Maybe the right guy already sees someone he will mix genes with."

The fire danced between us. For a moment, nobody spoke.

Then Lulu, always the boldest, tilted her head. "So are you saying you boys are volunteering to help us make babies for the good of the country?"

Everyone burst out laughing. But no one said no.

The firelight flickered as Andrew stood up and stretched, his tall frame silhouetted against the string lights hanging from the trees. He glanced toward the house and got a big confident grin.

"Actually," he said, smiling faintly, "there's someone I'd love for you to meet."

The front door creaked open, and out stepped a small Thai girl I didn't recognize.

She was petite and glowing -- literally glowing. Her skin had that soft warmth you only see in maternity ads. Long dark hair, gold bangles on her wrist, and tight thin dress that almost looked transparent and hugged the round curve of her belly. She looked maybe twenty, if that, and radiant as she danced towards us with her small hands on her belly.

"This is Mali," Andrew said, voice soft with something like pride. "She's been staying with us since last month."

Mali gave us a shy smile and lowered herself carefully onto a spot on the sofa. Lulu scooted over to make room.

"You're pregnant?" Kimi asked, eyebrows raised but voice gentle.

Mali nodded. "Just found out two weeks ago."

Jia blinked. "You're so young..."

Mali laughed, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Yes. And so happy. I've never felt more sure about anything."

There was a long pause. Even the music seemed to quiet.

"She's moving into her own place next week," Andrew added casually. "From that day on she will take care of her life and the little hapa baby probably with the help of social security checks."

Lulu leaned forward. "Wait, so... is the father--?"

Andrew just smiled. Shrugged. "She's got plenty of support."

Mali looked at him, and there was something warm and knowing in her gaze. She didn't say a word. She didn't need to. The moment hit me harder than I expected. This wasn't a sad girl with a mistake to cover up. This was someone proud, at peace -- glowing in the firelight like she'd been chosen by something bigger than all of us. And suddenly, the conversation from earlier didn't feel so abstract anymore.

Kimi had by now started to get very physical with the two guys on each side of her on the sofa. The biggest of them finally stood up and heaved her over his shoulder carrying her out together with the other guy joining them and taking off his compression shirt as he walked out laughing. I tried thinking if I should do something about this but just couldn't.

"Hey Mali! Didn't see your sexy Thai ass come downstairs!" a deep voice called out.

Everyone turned. A guy strutted out from the kitchen, a red solo cup in one hand and a mischievous grin on his face. He was tall -- not quite Andrew's height, but with that same easy swagger, like he'd never had to try too hard for anything. Tight black T-shirt, sharp jawline, eyes that scanned the scene like he already owned it.

"Jason, one of the possible dads I guess" Andrew said with a smirk, "decided to grace us."

Jason gave Andrew a mock salute, then turned his attention to Mali, who was now standing to stretch her back.

"Mali, Mali," he said warmly, striding over. "Still glowing like a goddess. "

She rolled her eyes but then smiled with lustful passion. "Hello, Jason."

Without asking, Jason stepped behind her and firmly placed both his hands on her hips pushing her small body towards the table.

"I just woke up from a nap," he said, beginning to bend her forward over the table in front of us. "And thought about my favorite Bankok fuck hole."

Mali closed her eyes with a soft sigh. "Okay... not gonna lie, I fucking love your white cock but you do know I am already bred right?" She pointed to her pregnant belly to demonstrate.

Jason raised his eyebrows, shooting a playful look at us. "Well I don't know much about how babies are made or very learned like you but I think I could try putting a second baby inside of you right here and now!" Jason had now lifted her skirt up to show her naked brown ass and dropped his shorts to the floor exposing his gigantic long cock.

Lulu giggled, nudging me. "He is so full of himself."

Mali swayed slightly under Jason's hands, visibly excited. "You always know what to say. Okay fuck me again as hard as you want."

Jason raised his eyebrows, shooting a playful look at us. "What can I say? I'm a man of service." I watched him put the tip of his cock at her cunt and slowly push inside her fucking her faster and faster ignoring our gasps at watching a girl just like as getting fucked just in front of us.

Andrew just chuckled, shaking his head. "You're impossible."

Jason grinned wider. "Impossible to ignore, maybe. Oh fuck you are still very tight I fucking love your cunt Mali."

There was a ripple of laughter. But I couldn't help noticing the way Andrew's eyes lingered on Mali. Just for a moment. And I wasn't the only one watching. Suddenly, the music wasn't the only thing heating up.

Half an hour of fucking dancing and chatting on the dance floor we noticed Mali had gone back upstairs. Lulu and the others were giggling in a corner with Jason who we had just watched cumming inside her, and was now clearly holding court. I was just thinking about checking the time and wondering if I should go get Kimmi when she stumbled down completely naked.

She looked wild and exhausted with frazzled hair, sweaty and something dripping out from between her legs and dripping down on the floor. "I- I couldn't find my clothes..." She said when I met her eyes and she tried to cover her as best as she could, one hand on her cunt and the other covering one of her tits. I think I never even saw my friend naked because she was shy and never showered with us when we went to the pool. Now she must have the most intense night of her life as she barely could walk crashing into me with cum in her eyes.

"Girl! Oh god that was UNREAL those guys... I can't believe the strength of them and how big their-" Kimi got interrupted by the two guys walking down naked, their cock semi hard between their legs. "Oh there they are again..." Kimi both looked scared and excited at their dangling cocks.

The guy with short blonde hair got to us first. "Hey girl there you are. We just turned around for a second and you were gone. We are not finished with you yet. I feel I have at least two more rounds in me and some guys upstairs heard we have a new Asian breeding slut ready they want to nut in, so you better come with us right away!!" They got up to Kimi and lifted her naked body over their shoulder again. As they turned away I saw her wet ass on full display on his shoulder even her wet cunt was visible full of white cum still dripping out like she had gotten an endless supply. As they got to the stairs I lost sight of them.

Standing there frozen wondering if my friend even wanted me to intervene. She probably would have said something right? I thought about the fact that there was cum in my friend and I didn't think she ever took any birth control pills since she didn't have a boyfriend. Was it possible that she was already pregnant now?

But my eyes kept drifting back to Andrew. He was sitting quietly now, half-turned toward me, his long legs stretched out in front of him, fingers drumming lightly against his knee. He caught my gaze, then tilted his head toward the staircase--just a subtle gesture.

An invitation. My heart knocked against my ribs. I hesitated, fingers curling around the hem of my skirt. I wasn't drunk. Maybe a little dizzy from the warmth of the fire, the music, the night, the attention. But I knew exactly what I was doing.

I stood. He rose too, wordless, and we slipped into the house together. The music inside was louder, bass thumping gently through the floors. We passed through the hallway and up the stairs, the crowd thinning with every step. I could feel my pulse in my throat. I had no idea what to say, so I didn't speak.

At the top, he paused in front of a door. His door, I guessed. The dorm-style sign was faded, a few stickers peeling off. He turned to me.

"You ready?" he asked, his voice low but steady.

I nodded. "I... yeah. Just... I've never--"

"I know," he said gently, his hand resting against the doorframe. "I will be your first and I won't use any protection."

I almost laughed with excitement. But I nodded again, this time a little bolder.

"Okay."

He opened the door. The room was small, neat, lived-in. A tapestry hung above the bed of a nude hentai woman dripping with cum. A desk in the corner with a half-full mug of coffee and a worn paperback. The window was open, letting in the cool night air. It smelled like cedar and laundry detergent.

He let me walk in first spanking my ass. I perched on the edge of the bed, trying not to fidget. He sat beside me, giving me a kiss on the mouth. Then he turned to me. "You don't have to prove anything to anyone, Meilin. Not me. Not your friends. You're already enough."

My throat tightened. "I think... I just wanted to feel something new. Something that's mine."

He looked at me with that soft, steady gaze again. And I realized it wasn't about pressure. It wasn't about games. It was about choice.

I had come up here not to be taken--but to decide. Was I gonna stay a good girl my entire life studying hard, working hard and for what? To have a boring life with a nerdy rice dick boy that my parents would find for me and that would never make my heart beat like it did now. No, never.

"May I?" he asked.

I nodded, and he was in between my legs on the bed, his weight shifting the mattress slightly. His hands, large and warm, settled on either side of my gstring panties. For a second, I froze -- the contact, the nearness, it was all so new.

Then he started to take them off and paused looking with a cute smile at my tight bald cunt. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"You're wound up like piano wire," he said softly, amusement in his voice.

"I don't think I've ever been touched like this," I admitted. My voice sounded small. Honest.

"Then let's fix that."

His bearded face got close to mine, first kissing me quickly just a peck than more and more intense. I forgot to be nervous and tight and he had already expertly pushed the tip of his cock inside of me before I realized what he was doing. It wasn't gentle. It was good -- the kind of good that made my pussy squirm and release at the same time. I closed my eyes.

I could feel the heat of him on top of me. The pressure of his cock inside my belly was intense as I felt it go impossibly deep inside of me out and then inside again.. It didn't feel like he was trying to impress me. It felt like he was enjoying himself.

"How does that feel?" he asked, leaning close enough for me to hear him above the rustle of the curtains.

"Like I could melt."

I felt him smile against my hair. He moved faster and faster, firm and methodical. My posture slackened, and I leaned into the warmth of his chest. His presence filled the room -- calm, patient, quietly commanding. And inside me, something strange and beautiful unfurled -- not fear. Not guilt. Readiness. To take a different path in life. Just like this.

I couldn't tell how long time he fucked me I kept going in and out of it maybe it was 20 minutes maybe an hour but finally I felt him pick up the paste and then with a grunt stop and the impossibly sexy feeling of him cumming inside of me. I expected him to pull out but instead he insisted on staying deep inside of me pausing and taking the moment to snap some photos of me with his phone.

"I usually let it stay inside of you for a moment. I will go downstairs, you go and clean up in the bathroom and I think Jason will probably take you to his room when he hears that you are done." With that he left me and I had to keep my petite hand on my cunt to not spill it all out over his sheets.

An hour later of washing up, having Jason fuck me in his room and washing up again I walked downstairs to see the party having quiet down a little. I was barefoot and completely nude just like Kimmy had been and was still dazed from a night that hadn't gone how I expected -- but in all the right ways. I found Lulu naked curled up in an armchair half asleep, mascara smudged and grinning, holding a half-eaten Pop-Tart and someone's hoodie.

"You look like you've been through a good dream," she said, raising an eyebrow.

I dropped next to her on the armrest. "Maybe I have." I didn't mind now being naked. I was too tired to go find my clothes upstairs anyway.

A few minutes later, Mali and Hana appeared from the kitchen just wearing thong panties with mugs of coffee and that same dreamy glow. No one had really slept. But no one cared.

A big white guy I didn't know the name of was asleep on the couch, one arm hanging off the side and the other holding his enormous cock twitching in his dreams. Andrew leaned in the doorway, already showered somehow, wearing boxer shorts and holding a cup of tea in hand like this was all totally normal.

"I was thinking," Lulu said slowly, "what if we just... stayed?"

Mali blinked. "Stayed where?"

"Here. The frat. I mean, we practically did tonight."

There was a pause. Then Hana giggled. "You're kidding."

But she didn't sound opposed.

"They have got plenty of rooms," I reminded her, half-heartedly.

"Yeah I think I would love that. They have everything I need here I guess" Lulu shrugged. "Here there's food, space, actual good Wi-Fi... and guys who kind of treat us like queens."

Andrew chuckled from the doorway. "I'm not hearing any objections."

"I mean, we can try it," Mali said thoughtfully. "Start a brand new life. Like... a social experiment."

"A wild phase," Hana added. "Before grad school turns us into robots."

We all looked at each other. Then, without saying it outright, we agreed. We handed over our phones to Andrew and he said he would text our old landlords to empty our apartment and throw all of our old belongings and clothes away.

Three months later

The sunlight poured through the frat kitchen windows, warm and golden. Hana in a skimpy apron was humming to herself by the stove, flipping pancakes with surprising skill for someone who used to live off granola bars. Mali in a nightgown sat at the table with her feet up, cradling her belly with both hands, eyes half-closed in a blissed-out daydream. Lulu wandered in wearing one of Andrew's old hoodies and tiny pajama shorts, her hair up in a messy bun, rubbing her eyes and smiling at nothing in particular.

And me? I was perched at the window seat, a notebook open in front of me, pretending to write but mostly just watching them.

We were all showing now. No more hiding it. No more questioning what we were doing.

Just four girls -- well, women now -- glowing, tired, sometimes emotional, but happy.

"Guess what?" Hana said, turning with a triumphant grin. "I didn't burn them this time."

Lulu gave a mock gasp. "Okay, someone's becoming wife material."

Mali snorted. "Speak for yourself. I haven't worn anything with a zipper in two weeks."

We all laughed.

Sometimes, I caught myself thinking about UCLA, about lectures and exams and study groups. But the memory felt... faded. Like it belonged to someone else. Someone who still thought she had to check every box.

Here, in this creaky old frat house turned makeshift home, we didn't worry about GPAs or internships. We talked about hapa baby names, got fucked, shared weed, sucked cock and took turns massaging each other's aching backs. Sometimes the guys -- Andrew, Jason, and the others -- would gangbang us together but most of the time they were busy with new sluts coming to their parties.

No one really talked about who was fathering who. And strangely, no one needed to. We weren't competing anymore. We were supporting. Feeding each other. Laughing through the weirdness. Crying over songs on the radio. Dreaming out loud. I couldn't wait to give birth so I could get knocked up by the frat guys again.