"What a jackass." Caitlyn frowned at our hands. "Do you want me to stay home? I'll get us some ice cream and I'm sure Heather would be willing to buy us a bottle of vodka." I shook my head.
"No, I just want to be alone right now. You go out and have fun." I gave her a sad little smile.
This was our routine for the next couple of weeks that followed. Each week whether the party was hosted by them, or us; Caitlyn offered not to go and I pushed her out the door. She would have stayed I was sure of it but at the end of the night I knew she would be moaning about how the party was probably so much fun. It was by the fourth week that she put her foot down. It was our turn to host and the downstairs had been transformed into a rave scene including neon glow sticks and black lights. When we returned to our room, Caitlyn took my textbooks and laptop from my desk and placed them on her own.
"You're done moping around here like some ghoul in the attic." She snapped at me and I knew that there was no use in arguing with her. We had kept what happened between us but the other sisters were beginning to whisper about me. With a sigh, I went to our closet and pulled together an outfit and came out for her to inspect. "Perfect!" She clapped wildly.
Within the next hour, music started bumping through the speakers and sisters buzzed around excitedly. I was given the job of doorkeeper when I showed up downstairs so I moved quickly outside. Another newer sister, Crystal, was assigned door duty as well. Crystal was a quieter girl but she was fun enough. Once you got her to open up you should see that she had a sense of humor. The first hour only a few guests trickled in, as it got later more and more people showed up. It was around that time that I saw him approaching in the distance. He wasn't coming the direction of the frat house. Another sister came out to relieve me in that moment.
"What am I assigned now?" I asked her and she just waved me in.
"Nothing, Jasmine said that all the other jobs are taken care of at the moment." Jackson caught up with one his brothers that I did not know only ten feet from the table so I quickly ducked back into the house and lost myself in the party. Caitlyn was dancing with a guy at the center of the room. She'd broken a glow stick and splashed it all over the front of her shirt. I pushed through to the kitchen where the bar was settled and where the large bag of glow sticks was. I easily snap one open and paint the front of my blouse. Heather handed me a couple of Jell-O shots and I took them back-to-back. The girls around me woo'd loudly and put more in my hands. We toasted to the night before I went out into the main room again. I found Caitlyn again joined her dancing around the middle of the room. Moving to the music, I began to forget about Jackson as I danced with other men as the came onto the floor and left for whatever reason. I felt hands on my hips and a body pressed against mine, I thought maybe Caitlyn was now dancing against me but when I turned around I saw that it was him, a drink in hand. His hips swayed with mine. He offered me his drink and I took it, draining half of it quickly. He grinned and before I knew it his lips was on mine. We did all of this without a word; we continued to kiss and dance through six more songs, taking breaks to get more drinks.
We eventually found a corner of the room; he had pressed my back against the wall. Hands in my hair, lips on my neck. I placed my hands on his hips, pressing him into my own hips. He glanced around the dark room, no one paid us half a mind, he moved on of my hands from his side to the front of his jeans. I could feel his bulging erection.
"Leila that is what you do to me. You drive me crazy with your silence, you've been avoiding me." He said into my ear. "Then I come here and you don't say hi to me, then I find you out here dancing with any man you can. This is what you do." He took me by the mouth forcefully.
"So you were jealous?" I asked him finally pushing him off of me. Jackson chuckled but nodded his head and began to kiss me again. "Come show me how much you missed me." I breathed between caresses. I pulled him by the hand towards the stairwell that lead up to my room. He shut the door behind us, turning the lock. Our lips found each other again. I placed my hand on his crotch once again, cupping his cock through his jeans. He worked at taking off his pants and they fell to the ground around his feet. I pulled his boxers down over his hips and his manhood bounced upwards. I licked its length, he anxiously thrusted his hips forward. Jackson grabbed my hand and placed it on his balls, I gently massaged them as I sucked the throbbing pinkish head of his cock, taking him entirely into my mouth.
"Fuck." I heard him mumbling as I stroked him with my tongue. He pulled me up to him by my arms. Jackson worked quickly removing my clothes and discarding them in a pile by my bed. He laid be back and climbed on top of me between my legs that were now wrapped around his waist, driving in to me I let out a grasp. The feeling of him filled me satisfyingly. Jackson cupped my breast in his hands giving them a firm squeeze; he sucked on my nipples with a small bite. His thrusts were alternating between deep and slow and fast and shallow. Jackson let out a low groan and I knew he had finished; he collapsed on top of me before rolling on to his side next to me. "Would you have let those other men do that to you?" A nervous giggle burst from my chest.