Junior year, college. We weren’t Ivy league, but close…which means, lots of rich, international students who probably knew how to party. Were they false assumptions? Maybe in some cases, but not tonight.

My story starts the week before my school year, during orientation, where a woman from Pakistan was my assigned mentee. And I was in cahoots from the moment I saw her. Man, was she a sight. On the shorter side, a little plump, but perfect, and I mean perfect tits. Ass was shapely, but not overpoweringly so. And by god, her fucking accent. You all know the one. Classy, educated, experienced. Given her background, I suspected she knew more than she led on in terms of life experience. and sex. My suspicions were proven correct when I brought her to the first party, later that evening…

The thing was, though I was her assigned mentor, I like to be a “real one,” and let people experience life as is. Not the filtered thru the HR-approved nonsense schools expect us to give to new students. My philosophy was we’d just be their mentors for 1 week, then be their colleagues for however many years. It made no sense to be so formal and shield them from college life.

Having said that, I let her know she could bring her friends around to our first frat party of the year. Her eyes lit up after an especially boring day of lectures and orientation activities, and I knew she was into it. She gave me a wink, and said “see you there”.

A few hours later, her friends met me at the door and we made small talk. Before I could even say anything, her roommate looked at me and said “she’s running late, but she’ll be here.” It’s as if she knew what was on my mind. Was I that obvious? Her friends all seemed like sluts, if I’m being honest. And I know what sluts looked for- booze, bros, and a secure dance floor. So I led them to the bar downstairs

15 mins into taking shots and dancing with her friends, I see her walk in with a tight black dress and gold belt. She looked ravishing and I greeted her with a tight hug and a peck on the cheek. She looks surprised I did that, but returned my peck with equal vigor. When she pulled back, she paused and looked at me, then wiped my cheek with her thumb.

“Got some lipstick there,” she said sultrily. “What have you got to drink?”

I was again surprised by her confidence. Earlier, she stumbled through ice-breakers. Now? She commanded me like her would her house help. Wild. I liked this paradigm shift in power dynamic.

Over at the bar, it wasn’t long before I realized she liked her whiskey, and kept it down like a pro. I was intrigued, then intimidated, by how much of a head start she had on me regarding her ability to tolerate this type of debauchery.

I knew she knew I had my eyes on her. And she knew how to play me. After asking to be with her friends, she took her drink and swayed her perfect ass in that pretty black dress over to the dance floor. Not one sign beckoning me to join her. Cocky fucking girl.

“All right, Ms. Hard To Get. I’ll play along.”

She didn’t know I invited another girl I was previously seeing to the party as well. Michelle. Michelle was German, brunette, and built like a diver. Not everyone’s type, but her broad shoulders and thick thighs were just mine. She came over to say hi, and we caught up about her summer. Lots of subtle touches in the meantime. I knew my new friend was watching, so my fuck-boi tendencies were maxed out tonight. I hope she was seething, because I may have had options.

Unbeknownst to her however, Michelle told me she started seeing somebody seriously, and while she enjoyed our time together, we would just be friends for now. I was cool with it, and genuinely happy for her. So few minutes later, we finished up our conversation, and I gave her a tight, but friendly hug and wished her well. I turned my gaze to the dance floor, hoping to see her. But my new friend was nowhere to be seen. So I went looking.

The upstairs and ground floor were both empty. People seemed to be trickling out now, which sucks because who wants to be a frat house people pre-game at?! But that’s a discussion for the house meeting, not right now. I kept looking. Eventually, I found her smoking a cig outside with her roommate. She looked a bit annoyed to see me.

“Where’s your other friend?” she asked, with audible spite.

“Oh…Michelle? She is with her boyfriend.”

She looked at me with a peculiar gaze and I realized the look I was seeing was now one of forgiveness.

“Haha, oh. You two seemed close, I didn’t know she had a boyfriend.”

“Yeah well.. long story. How’s your night?”

And we caught up a bit, sharing puffs of her cig and regaling each other with random shit neither of us gave a fuck about because by now we both knew we wanted each other. The game was on but that’s when I decided it had gone on far too long. I needed to act, quickly…