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Dean Hawk fucking loved college.
Parties, going to the beach, sorority girls, drinking, bars, football games, coke, weed, shrooms, and more parties. And as the vice president of the Phi Kappa Sigma fraternity at UC-Berkeley, he went to a bunch. Everything from frat parties to sorority formals and house parties. Alpha Lambda, their chapter of PKS, had just finished enrolling the new pledges. And now he had started his final year of college, just months away from graduating with a degree in sociology.
It was shaping up to be a good Saturday too. Just a couple weeks into the Fall semester, and it was a beautiful September day in the Bay Area. Warm and sunny with only the slightest breeze, it was practically picturesque. The perfect day for another party.
At around 10 o’clock that night, Dean was standing outside their frat house as the social chair, Kyle, sat at a folding table and collected the twenty dollar cover fee from the long line of college students. The girls got in free of course, and with the help of the Tri Delta sorority they had no shortage of hot babes.
“Yo Hunter, how much tail do you think we’re gonna get tonight?” he whispered to his buddy, the president of their chapter.
“Tons. Dude do you see all these hotties?” Hunter responded as his gaze followed a trio of girls wandering past the pair.
“Maybe this time you won’t get chlamydia.”
Hunter sighed as he mumbled, “I really regret telling you that…”
Dean laughed out loud, “Yeah bro, you really should’ve worn a condom. Even the pledges are smart enough to know that,” he peered down the yard, watching as people mingled in the back. A good chunk of the party-goers were wearing red paper bracelets, marking them as under age 21. However, almost all of them were holding red dixie cups with cheap beer and spiked punch despite being under-age. Luckily, campus police didn’t really care.
“Come on, let’s go get our drink on.” Hunter said as he walked towards the enclosed backyard, skipping past the line that had gathered around the beer keg as Dean followed him.
Dean grabbed a cup and filled it with the pungent pale yellow liquid. The beer burned his throat as he gulped down half the cup within a couple seconds. He spent the next several minutes speaking with some of the new pledges to the frat and a few of the sophomore and junior-year brothers.
“You’re a virgin? Really? Bro we are definitely ending that tonight!” He shouted over the loud music as he spoke to one of the freshman recruits. He didn’t even hear the kid’s response as he downed his second beer in the span of 30 minutes.
He continued to mingle, eventually talking to several girls but none of them piqued his interest. He lost count of how many people he had interacted with as he continued drinking, feeling the warm buzz of the alcohol spread throughout his body. After a while, a flash of blonde hair caught his eye.
On the outskirts of the party, standing by the wooden fence was this tall slender girl. She had long honey blonde hair reaching down to her mid-back, almost like the color of wheat. It perfectly matched her lightly tanned skin, the same sun-kissed shade as many of the other girls in the Bay Area. She was built similarly to a volleyball player, with a lean physique and lengthy limbs, and an amazing ass of course. He found himself drawn to her, and a moment later he was gliding through the crowd until he was only a few feet away from her.
“I see you don’t got a drink. Here, have mine!” He shouted over the loud music, taking a big swig from the beer he held in his hands and offering it to her. But the girl shook her head, “I’m fine, thanks.”
He looked at her wrist. On her right wrist she had the red bracelet as the other underage party-goers, while on her left she wore a dainty white leather-banded watch with a rose gold face. Now that he was up-close he could see the entirety of her. She wore a beige pair of thin flat sandals. Her long toned legs were capped off by a light blue denim skirt that was barely past mid-thigh. Several inches of her bare mid-riff followed until his gaze reached a black crop top with spaghetti straps, which tightly hugged her nearly grapefruit-sized bust. Just above her cleavage was a simple leather corded necklace with 10 multi-colored clay beads and a gold Harvard signet ring. He also caught sight of a simple silver anklet on her right leg and a pair of tiny silver owl earrings. She held a small white clutch bag in her hand, her long fingers gripping it tightly. Her fingernails had white nail polish, matching her painted toenails.
Dean smirked at the gorgeous blonde, “Heyy, no one’s going to arrest you for drinking. Look around, everyone here is letting loose, enjoying themselves,” he thrust his half-empty cup into her free hand, the beer sloshing around and threatening to spill over the top.
“No really. I don’t drink.” The unknown girl responded as she returned his drink.
“Well, suit yourself. I don’t think I’ve seen you around. My name’s Dean. I’m actually the VP of the Skulls here on campus,” he said, referring to the nickname for PKS as he held his hand out.
She flashed the tiniest of smiles back at him and shook his large hand, “Annabeth.”
“Anna– what?”
“A-N-N-A-B-E-T-H,” she replied back, carefully enunciating each sound over the loud booming of the music, anger splashing across the sharp lines of her face.
“Wow, unique. And pretty. Don’t worry, people screw up my name all the time too. It’s D-E-A-N not D-E-E-E-E-E-N, how hard could it possibly be?”
Annabeth giggled a bit. He was a few inches taller than her, and he realized she was looking at him more intensely now, with a strange look in her eyes… gray eyes, almost like a storm cloud. They had this terrifying power behind them but also this curious hunger. A fascinating combination of both youth but beauty and wisdom beyond anything he knew
“I’m guessing you're a freshman?” She nodded as he leaned on the fence next to her, “You decide on a major yet?”
Her eyes suddenly lit up, almost sparkling from the flashing party lights, “Sustainable Environmental Design! I want to be an architect! I actually went to this design school in Manhattan where we got to work on all kinds of projects and I even had this cool, um… internship I guess you could call it where I worked on some classical architecture projects.”
Her enthusiasm was contagious as he flashed a grin at her, “You’re from New York? I’m from Oyster Bay! Long Island!”
She laughed again, “Well I’m from all over really. I was born in Boston but I spent a bunch of my childhood in Virginia and then Long Island too actually, just a bit west of Montauk. I moved to San Francisco a few years ago to be with my dad and then I finished off my senior year in Manhattan. So I’m technically a local, technically not.”
He laughed bashfully, “What are the odds of that? Both of us living in Long Island around the same time. So what, East Hampton? Who knows, maybe my folks know your folks…”
Annabeth’s cheeks tinged red for a split second, “Um, not exactly the Hamptons. More like a VERY secluded cabin-in-the-woods-type deal outside of Montauk. You wouldn’t know it.”
“Oh, so you’re an outdoorsy girl? Ya know I can kinda tell, it’s a great look.” He said while eyeing her athletic body up and down.
Fuck she’s one of the hottest girls I have ever seen. I’m surprised one of the sororities hadn’t snatched her up yet.
This time the blonde blushed even more deeply, sheepishly mumbling out something unintelligible before she recovered and snapped back, “Fine, my turn. You look like another gym bro, a business major just living off daddy’s trust fund.”
Dean raised his hands in mock-surrender, “Well you got me on the trust fund bit. And I do hit the gym, but I also play baseball. First baseman, and I’m about as far flung from business as one can get. Sociology actually. It’s my fourth year, and I’ve got a good gig lined up with an NGO that deals with PTSD and helping victims from all those weird events over the past few years. Like that monster earthquake that devastated LA about five years ago, or that horrible eruption of Mount Saint Helens and the freak storm right after. Lots of victims from those. I’ve always had a soft spot for troubled kids and families.”
Annabeth cocked one of her eyebrows at him, “Huh, I’m surprised. I didn’t peg you for the sensitive type.”
“Yeah, I know. Big surprise,” he shrugged and flashed another brilliant smile at her, “you know it’s a bit hard to hear with all this racket. Do you want to get outta here? Go inside and we can talk some more?”
Annabeth paused for a moment before she agreed, following the tall brown-haired senior inside the building, which was almost as crowded as the yard. He grabbed her hand, “Come on, this way,” and gently pulled her along through the maze of hallways and people. He led her up some stairs, nearly stumbling himself from the tipsiness as she caught his arm and stopped his fall.
“Thanks,” he muttered, continuing up with the freshman beauty behind him until they reached the second floor. A few steps down the hall and they entered a room. He flipped on the lights, revealing a pretty stereotypical college boy’s room. A messy unmade bed, clothes strewn about, a bunch of empty Monster Energy cans, beer bottles, and a large American flag on the wall.
“Sorry about the mess,” he said as he plopped down on the bed.
Annabeth giggled again, “Oh trust me, I have seen far far worse.” She lowered herself onto the bed next to him, crossing her legs.
He handed Annabeth a White Claw from the mini-fridge which she grabbed, “So, why architecture?” The girl took a sip and she grimaced from the alcohol.
The next half-hour felt like a blur. She went on about how she wanted to build something to last a thousand years, to be remembered for age. How she had broken the long family tradition of attending Harvard, and countless more topics. And her name was Annabeth Chase. He vaguely recalled his dad once talking about a Chase family up in Boston, old money, WASPs like them. Brilliant but also trouble and eccentric. Maybe she was from that family?
He realized that she was quite a fast drinker too, having finished that first drink within minutes and by the time 30 minutes had passed, she was on her third. Of course, Dean had lost count of how many beers he had downed by now. Six? Seven? Five?
He noticed that Annabeth’s spare hand had migrated from clutching her purse to drumming her fingertips on his leg. And he felt hot. Very hot. It eventually felt unbearable and he said something about needing to cool down. He reached down and lifted his blue polo shirt up and over his head, exposing his chiseled 6-pack and quite sizable biceps.
“Oohhh… impressive,” Annabeth said while winking.
“Just ignore the scar,” he said, pointing to a long faded line on his upper right pec, “car accident when I was 16.”
Annabeth laughed as she scooted closer, her hand reaching out and just barely grazing against the scar tissue.
“I have that beat.” To his surprise, the blonde grabbed the right strap of her crop-top and pulled it off her shoulder, dropping the tight fitting fabric down and exposing her right breast with a small pink nipple. Just below was a light red trio of parallel lines, like a scratch.
“I got this a few months ago from a small hellh— I mean, bobcat… and this one here,” she turned around and pulled off the remaining spaghetti strap, dropping her top lower and exposing a large jagged diamond shaped scar which was barely visible, “this was from um, fencing. Total freak accident, I nearly died from it.”
What the hell is up with this chick?
Dean’s eyes widened as he gazed at the pinkish colored scar, and that's when he started picking up on other nearly imperceptible scars. Some looked newer, others were practically invisible. If he didn’t have the eyes of an eagle he probably wouldn’t have noticed them. Nearly a dozen scars of various kinds from burns to cuts. Her skin was practically pristine otherwise. It scared him. Whoever this girl was and whatever life she had experienced was definitely wilder than the piece-meal details he had received.
Annabeth turned around to face him. With the straps of her crop-top down, her bountiful tits were now exposed. They were almost perfectly round with a slight ovoid shape, soft pink nipples, small areolas, and quite perky. He caught himself staring at them, his mouth slightly agape.
“You like what you see?” Annabeth whispered as she blushed crimson.
“Ughhh…”
Another soft giggle from Annabeth followed as she scooted another inch closer, now sitting crisscross on his bed. “You can touch them if you want…”
The instant she uttered those words, his hands crept forward until they hovered an inch away from her chest, waiting a few seconds as she looked at him with that inquisitive look she had. He finally pressed his hands against her tits, filling his palms completely. He began to squeeze her nipples between his fingers as a barely audible groan escaped her lips.
Dean leaned in as he started kissing her exposed neck, biting her skin while she groaned again, louder this time. The heavy beats from the music outside reverberated throughout his room as he pressed his bodyweight onto her, forcing the skinny babe onto her back. He continued his assault on her neck, feeling her leg rise up and grind along the side of his body as he moved his kisses up to her sharp angular jaw.
“Oh gods…” Annabeth mumbled out, her hands now grabbing at his back.
Gods?
His confusion disappeared immediately after as he finally started kissing her lips. She tasted like strawberries, and her hair had this citrusy floral scent, like lemons and roses. Their eyes were closed as they kissed, lips interlocked. He could feel the blood rush in-between his legs as his cock began to harden within his shorts.
As the pair kissed, her clutch purse suddenly began to vibrate accompanied by the muffled sound of music. Annabeth’s mouth detached from his as she took a couple fast breaths. Her hand was fumbling around until she found her purse and tumbled the contents out. A small hand mirror, a crushed blue Yankee’s cap, lip balm, a few golden coins, a driver’s license, credit card, keys, a hot pink Nokia C3-00 phone, and a… pocket knife made of bronze? She snatched her phone; the ringtone was louder now, Taylor Swift’s song “Fearless” blaring out of the tiny speakers. She tapped on the keyboard for a second, silencing the sound before tossing it aside.
“What is it?” He asked while gazing into those beautiful stormy gray eyes of hers, noticing the slightest hint of black eyeliner and mascara.
“No-one, it’s not important.” She then smashed her lips on his, far more forcefully this time. He moaned against her mouth as he started pushing his tongue into her mouth. He could feel their tongues wrestle for dominance as they kissed, separating only for a moment to get air. Her arms wrapped around his neck to deepen the embrace as his hands played with her tits once more, before he let go and started sliding them down her flat toned stomach to the waistband of her skirt.
“MMmmmmmMMM! Wait, stop… Dean!” She cried out in between kisses before they finally parted.
“Hmm?”
“Not yet… Let me enjoy this, please.”
Dean simply smiled at her before he kissed her again, slipping his tongue into her mouth. They made out for several minutes, his hands roaming her body. She giggled when his covered erection pressed against her thigh. He didn’t just kiss her mouth of course, but also directed his attention to her neck, her shoulders, her collarbone, and her tits. Sucking on her smooth skin as she gasped at his touch, a high-pitched moan emanating from her mouth when he attacked her tits with his mouth.
“Fuck… you’re such a good kisser. Please don’t stop…”
He continued but his impatience was rising. He wanted to take her right then and there. Thankfully he didn’t have to wait long. Her right arm disappeared from his neck and then he felt her hand reappear at his crotch. She grabbed at his erection through his shorts as she whispered into his ear, “I see someone’s excited… and big too.”
He then heard the familiar sound of his belt buckle being undone and his shorts unzipping. With a quick adjustment of his body on top of hers he helped her pull his shorts and boxers down to his knees, causing his cock to spring out.
Annabeth’s eyes widened as she looked down at his thick erection, just over 7 inches in length.
“Fuck, you didn’t tell me you were that big.”
Dean grinned down at her, “I’m full of surprises.”
He groaned as he felt her hand grab at his shaft, gripping the base of his cock. Her long fingers wrapped around it and she started to rub. She slowly slid her hand up and down his cock, only further adding to his pleasure. Her hand was so soft…
“Oh fuck, that feels so fucking good!”
She smirked at him before kissing him on his robust jaw. He countered by leaning down and kissing her tits, eliciting a moan from her. Then she told him to get up, and with shocking hidden strength he found himself being pushed off of her, her other hand on the center of his chest. He didn’t know how she did that. He was at least 50 pounds of weight heavier, but now he was sitting on the bed. Annabeth had dropped down to her knees on the carpet in front of him
She looked up at him with those stormy gray eyes as she took off black top, then kicked off her sandals. She only had her skirt on as she tied her hair up in a loose ponytail. The instant she finished, she returned her hand to the base of his cock while leaning forward.
“I’m definitely going to enjoy this,” she said in a hushed tone before spitting on his large cockhead. She once again started rubbing his shaft, spreading her saliva up and down as he groaned loudly. Her touch was cool yet warm, with this strange dichotomy that felt electrifying. After a few moments, she touched her thin lips to his tip, kissing his cock. A second later, her mouth opened and she started taking him in her warm mouth. Dean placed his right hand in her hair, pushing her head down and forcing her to take a few inches,
After she barely had half his length inside, she began to gag. He felt the walls of her throat and mouth close up around his tip as she suddenly withdrew, coughing harshly. A long line of spit connected his glistening cockhead to her lips.
“Ah, fuck– sorry. That’s the biggest thing I’ve had.”
“Take your time gorgeous, we have all night to do what we want.”
With that, Annabeth’s face lit up once more, her eyes having this lust-filled edge to them. She sped up the movement of her hand, rubbing him as she leaned down again and kissed his tip. She began to suck on his head, just barely letting him inside. Her left hand went down, disappearing underneath her skirt. Her moans grew louder as she started to finger herself while kissing his cock, the sound reverberating through his shaft. Her tongue appeared and she began to lick all over his hard length, starting in one long motion from base to tip.
“Ughhh shit, you’re amazing at this.” As soon as he said that, Annabeth opened her lips up once more and began sucking on his tip, lowering her head and taking a few inches again. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking his cock.
Dean groaned loudly as he gripped her hair, pushing himself deeper in. The messy blowjob was leaving her spit all over his cock and dripping onto her chin and exposed tits, all the while she was moaning from her own touch.
“Good girl.”
Annabeth pulled away for a second, gasping for air, “Hehe, thank you.” She then took him in her mouth again. With each bob of her head, she took more and more of him. Within a minute she had gone all the way down, her cute little sharp nose pressed against his body. He held her there for a couple seconds before she suddenly pulled away, taking a huge gasp. She coughed, spittle flying from her mouth as she struggled for air.
“Fuck me, you’re so fucking big.”
Smiling down at her, he chuckled as her breathing returned to normal, “You should see how big it is when its inside you.”
Annabeth didn’t respond as she stood up. She unbuttoned her denim skirt and unzipped it, before slowly shimmying it down her long tanned legs, leaving her in just a black thong that had already been pushed aside to expose her small pussy. She then pulled her panties down and stepped out of her underwear and skirt. He could see the tan-lines of a bikini alongside her freshly shaven cunt. She pushed Dean onto his back, climbing onto the bed and straddling the older frat boy. Her soaking wet pussy was hovering just a few inches above his hard cock as she placed her hands on his shoulders.
“You ready?” He asked as she nodded. Then the blonde gently lowered herself, his tip entering her. He could already feel how tight she was and he was barely in her.
“Gods…” she mumbled again.
After sinking a couple inches down she paused, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, before resuming her journey down. She felt incredible, her tight wetness gripping his thick shaft. He winced when her fingernails dug into his flesh as she took him inside, his length throbbing.
“Damn you’re so tight. Ah fuck!”
Annabeth responded with only a moan as she finally took his entire length inside, resting on his lap. His hands held onto her thin waist as she began to grind on top of him. Even that slight movement of her hips felt incredible, especially combined with that pretty face of hers and her mouth barely agape. Her breaths were sharp and fast, her perfect breasts bouncing slightly as she slowly began to rise up before dropping down.
Dean was buried so deep in her. She was probably the best pussy he’s ever had. It felt heavenly. And she was taking every inch like a champ. But it was clear she was inexperienced. Her grinding was erratic and uncoordinated; she would wince occasionally as his girth stretched her out.
After a minute or so of her gently riding him, she began to pick up the pace. Her tits bounced in sync with her falling on his cock. His hands reached behind her and grabbed at her shapely bubble butt while he thrust up to meet her bouncing. She was moaning louder now, the sound reflecting around the room, but still overshadowed by the loud music outside which shook the window and floor.
“You’re a dirty fucking slut, taking my cock. Beg for it.”
“Agh! Ah yes! Gimme your cock! Your big fucking cock! Please! FuCk MeEE!”
The bed squeaked beneath the pair as she bounced on top of him. Sweat began to form and drip off her tanned skin. She began to slow down as the effort taxed her energy while Dean placed his hands on her hips, helping her grind and ride him. While she was rising, he pushed her up until his cock slipped out of her.
“Oh?” She exclaimed before yelping as he suddenly flipped them over. Annabeth was on her back laying down while he sat on his knees in front of her. He leaned down and kissed the gorgeous blonde on the lips for a few seconds, Annabeth responding with a deep moan. Then he once again flipped her, this time with her on her knees. She sat up, getting on all fours as he positioned himself behind her.
“Brace yourself bitch,” he barked while lining his cock up with her pink cunt. He heard her inhale, taking a deep breath before she sharply exhaled as he pushed himself inside her. He entered her much faster this time, barely giving her time to adjust as he went deeper and deeper. With one hand on her wide hip and his right hand grabbing at her ponytail, he yanked hard on her head.
“AHH~~!” She yelped again at him pulling her hair, arching her back in the process. He had an amazing view of her ass and her muscled back while he sank into her. He didn’t stop pushing until he was balls-deep in her, her ass pressed against his body.
Dean stayed there for a moment, letting her squeeze his thick shaft as the blonde took heavy deep breaths. She was propped up on her hands and knees, her head pulled back from the firm grip he held on her hair. Then he slowly retreated a few inches before ramming back into her. He started to repeat the motion, thrusting into her. He could hear her moaning and cursing as he steadily increased his power and speed.
“FU—CCKKK MEE! AH FUCK! SO–ooo SOO BIGG~! FUCK ME DADDY!”
Dean only grunted in response as he plowed deep into the blonde bitch, his balls clapping against her. Her ass had a slight jiggle to it as he thrust away, and he spotted the very side of her tits peeking out from her chest as they bounced in unison. He tightened his grip on her hair, releasing his other hand from her side. He then delivered a hard powerful slap to her ass.
“AHHH!”
He smiled to himself at her sound of surprise and then repeated the movement. He slapped her ass again and again, four times in quick succession. He looked down, seeing a visibly red handprint on her ass. Another hard slap, another yelp. The sound of his hand hitting her flesh and the resulting sound from the 18-year old girl in front of him was music to his ears. He could feel his cock throbbing harder the longer he went. Dean then loosened his handhold on her hair but immediately followed it up by shoving her face down into the pillows.
The Phi Kappa Sigma vice president paused for a second, catching his breath as Annabeth squirmed beneath him before he resumed his thrusts. Her face was buried in his bed, her hands gripping the bedsheets beside her while her ass was in the air. He pounded down into her. Her moans were muffled now and she was squeezing the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white. His bare cock kept slamming into her as his thrusts grew more erratic. He knew he was reaching his limit.
“Take this fucking cock you little slut!” He pressed her face harder into his bed as he delivered an extra slap to her ass. His hand stung with pain from how hard he hit her this time. He could feel the pressure building within his balls as he used her.
“Deannnnnn—!! Pull out! Ahhh~!” Her voice was an octave higher as he slammed the deepest he had been in her. Her pussy was clamping down tightly on his shaft as her body suddenly quivered. Her tight hole was almost milking his cock as her muscles spasmed and squeezed his throbbing cock, all the while she began to gasp and silently moaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. A sudden tightness in his balls and a tugging sensation in his lower stomach overcame him. The pleasure was intense.
All Dean could do was groan as he began pulling out. He barely exited her in time as his warm white seed shot out of his cockhead, landing onto her pussy. His seed covered her pink-colored cunt as well as her toned legs, perfectly in between her thigh gap. He held his cock for a second, groaning as the final ropes shot out and painted her ass.
“Uh holy fuck, that was close.” He said, watching his artistic masterpiece slowly drip down her ass and legs and fall onto the gray bedsheets.
Ha, and I was telling Hunter earlier to wear a condom. If she hadn’t said anything, she would’ve been leaking my cum instead now.
After a few seconds, the world started coming into focus after his powerful climax. He could hear Annabeth panting heavily as she lay on her stomach, having collapsed flat onto his bed. The loud yet muffled music outside still reverberated through his room with the sound of people singing along to “California Gurls”. He took a deep breath before he too collapsed onto his bed, laying on his back next to the blonde.
The two of them remained there for several minutes, panting. He checked his phone, looking at the time.
12:30 A.M.
They had been in his room for what? Close to two hours? He also saw several unread texts from Hunter and the rest of his frat’s leadership asking where he was, followed by them congratulating him. They must’ve been outside his door and heard what was going on.
He laughed inwardly. He looked to the side and saw Annabeth was still laying there, her eyes were closed and her breathing soft. She had fallen asleep. A wave of exhaustion hit his body too at that moment, and he could feel himself drifting off. His eyes began to flutter closed until finally Dean passed out, sleeping next to the naked blonde as the party raged outside.