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Ellie hates college parties. She went once her freshmen year, dragged along by some friends she doesn't talk to anymore, and it was so crowded and hot and awful that she swore it off. But her roommate, Abby, who also happens to be on the college rugby team with Ellie, insisted that she give it one more try.
“You've been so busy with school and shit, might as well still have fun before you go to medical school,” Abby says as braids her hair, leaning against the kitchen counter. Ellie is sprawled out on the living room floor of their campus apartment, frowning up at the ceiling.
“I don't know what the fuck I'm suppossed to wear.” Ellie knows her excuses are half-assed, but midterms are finally over and she was looking forward to relaxing for once.
“Dude, just wear one of those stupid cut off tank tops you love. Girls go crazy for your biceps. I guarantee you'll at least manage to get someone to come home with you.” Ellie groans, scrubbing a hand down her face. It's been so long since she actually had time to fuck someone, the idea is tempting. Since breaking up with her last girlfriend Dina over a year ago, Ellie hasn’t had much interest in dating or sleeping around.
“Fuck, fine.” Ellie forces herself up, giving Aby the finger as she cheers, singing something about Ellie finally getting some pussy.
—
Ellie regretted agreeing as soon as she and Abby stepped into the frat house. The floors are sticky and everything smells like alcohol and the godawful music is pounding in her ears, but Abby seems unbothered. Grinning as she walks to the kitchen. Ellie follows her, wincing every time her shoe sticks to the floor.
“Do they not clean?” Ellie grumbles, wincing as she watches Abby fill a cup with some neon blue liquid unhelpfully labeled ‘jungle juice.’
“It's a frat, El. ‘Course they don't fucking clean,” Abby says, laughing as she passes Ellie the cup of neon blue liquid before pouring her own. “Jesus, chill out. It's not that bad.” Ellie huffs, taking a tentative sip of the punch. It's not as bad as she thought it would be, but there's still a bitter aftertaste of cheap vodka.
“You don't have to be an ass,” Ellie mumbles, frowning as Abby downs one cup of punch before getting another. Ellie knows her alcohol tolerance is pathetic compared to Abby’s, but the ease with which she downs a whole cup is almost impressive.
“Hi, Abby!” Ellie turns to the new voice, her entire body seizing up as she sees you, in a tiny little miniskirt and low cut top, grinning as you give Abby a hug.
“Hey… thought you weren't gonna make it?” Abby says, smiling easily at you. Abby’s got an endless line of girls throwing themselves at her, but Ellie doesn't get the sense that you're one of them. You seem too sweet, a knowing glint in your eyes as Abby obviously checks you out.
“Oh, well, I managed to finish my paper in time, so,” you turn to Ellie, giving her a wide smile as you introduce yourself. She forces herself to say her name, and there's a flicker of recognition on your face. “Oh! You're Abby’s roommate, right?” Abby is smiling lazily, clearly enjoying Ellie’s nervousness. Ellie, despite all her posturing, acts like an idiot anytime a pretty girl talks to her, of which you definetley are.
“Yeah… also on the rugby team with her,” Ellie says, swallowing nervously. You seem so sweet, all smiles and softness. The low cut of your top and the body glitter across your collarbones and chest certainly doesn't help either. “You um- know Abby from class?” Ellie asks, internally praying that you're not one of the girls on Abby’s roster.
You laugh, giving Abby an amused look. “Yeah right. I work in the tutoring center and have been helping Abby with some of her English homework.” Ellie nods once, awkwardly shifting. She hopes she’s hiding her relief well.
“Don't worry, El, I haven't slept with her,” Abby says, grinning at the irritated look Ellie gives her. You just laugh, hitting Abby’s upper arm.
“Yeah, you wish, Anderson.” Abby just grins, shrugging her shoulders as she stuffs her hands in her pocket.
“Well, I gotta go use the bathroom,” Abby says, giving Ellie a knowing look. Ellie internally panics, shaking her head as Abby says goodbye to you before disappearing into the crowd.
You turn to Ellie , that easy smile still on your lips. It makes her stomach flip, but she does her absolute best to stay collected.
“So… don’t think I’ve seen you at parties before.” You say sweetly, leaning against the kitchen counter. Ellie stiffens, doing her best to look casual.
“Oh, yeah- um, I’m not much of a party person…” Ellie says. She crosses her arms before deciding she looks too intimidating like that, so she uncrosses them.
“Bet your girlfriend likes that,” you murmur. Ellie winces, shaking her head as her cheeks turn a splotchy red.
“No girlfriend,” Ellie says, swallowing nervously at the way you're openly staring at her. She's used to girls staring at her like that, used to being hit on, but it still leaves her a flustered, blushing mess.
You grin at her words, leaning into her space a little. “Really? But you're so pretty,” You say, looking up at her through your eyelashes. Ellie gulps, eyes widening slightly as the sweet scent of your perfume invades her senses. Everything about you is sweet, and it's making her feel dizzy.
“Yeah?” Ellie murmurs, trying desperately not to make a fool of herself. She wracks her brain for one liners she's heard Abby use, but none of them fit. “If I'm pretty, what does that make you then?” Ellie murmurs, tilting her head down towards you. She grins at the way your pupils dilate, your eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks.
“You should come dance with me,” you say, grinning as you grab Ellie’s hand and practically drag her into the living room. There's a makeshift dance floor where the couch used to be, now shoved against the wall, and Ellie feels dizzy at the pounding music and lights. You pull her towards the group of people, pressing your back to her front before beginning to grind against her. Abby's brain short-circuits as you place her hands on your hips, ass pressed against her hips.
“Jesus,” she mutters, earring a laugh from you. The song playing is fast and loud, the beat pounding through Ellie as you dance back against her.
“Don't be so stiff,” you say as you straighten up, head resting back against her shoulder so you can look up at her. “Move with me, yeah?” Ellie nods dumbly, her brain only filled with thoughts of you. You look so beautiful like this, cheeks flushed as you grin and dance back against her.
Ellie moves with you, hands on your hips as you sway, eyes fluttering shut as you grind against her. She feels dizzy, head spinning with how close you are. It's been so long since she's actually fucked someone, she's acting like a blushing virgin.
You spin in her hold, chest now pressed against hers as your arms wrap around her shoulders. “There's a bathroom upstairs down the hall that's usually empty,” you murmur into her shoulder, nuzzling your nose against her neck like a cat. Ellie stiffens at your words, stomach lurching at what you're implying. “Ellie?” You murmur, a questioning look in your eyes as you gaze up at her.
She nods once, too dazed to really think about the consequences.
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The walk up to the bathroom is a blur, your hand wrapped tight around hers as you half drag her up the stairs and down the hall. The bathroom is tiny, just a half bath, so Ellie has to be pressed up against you.
You grab her face, yanking her down as you lean back against the door. She groans as she kisses you, hands bracketing you in against the door. You taste sweet, which shouldn't surprise Ellie as much as it does. The thought is gone as soon as it comes, her brain only able to focus on the way your hands are tangling in her hair and pulling.
“Shit,” you gasp as you pull away, eyes half lidded as as she leans down, pressing kisses against your jawline and down your neck.“Ellie,” you moan, eyes fluttering shut as she presses her thigh up against your cunt. You laugh at her eagerness, yanking her away from you by her hair. She whines, embarrassed by how much she enjoys being pulled around. “So you do know what you’re doing,” you murmur, a hint of meanness in your tone. Ellie frowns, eyebrows furrowing.
“The fuck is that suppossed to mean?” she mumbles, hands sliding down to grip your hips, yanking you hard against her thigh. You huff, eyes briefly fluttering shut before you regain your composure.
“You were acting like a blushing virgin… thought I was gonna have to tell you what to do.” You yank her hair again, and she groans, hands grasping at your hips.
“I know what I’m doin’,” she says defensively, bristling slightly at your mean tone. She’s used to being the one in charge during sex, but something about you bossing her around makes her head fuzzy.
“Yeah?” You ask, shoving her down by her shoulders. She makes a pained noise as her knees hit the tile, her hands still gripping your hips to keep herself from falling over. “Get to it. Since you’re so great.” Ellie shivers at the mean tone, turning into mush as you grab her head and practically shove her under your miniskirt. She whines as she smells you through your cotton panties, hands shoving your skirt up as she nuzzles against you like a bitch in heat.
She presses closer as soon as your thigh is over her shoulder, hands yanking your panties down far enough for her to finally see your pussy. You’re soaked, your smell making her dizzy.
She’s too eager to start slow, immediately flattening her tongue and lapping at your hole. She whimpers at the taste of you, earning another mean laugh as you shove her face into you harder.
“You really are pathetic, huh?” you murmur, gently petting through her hair as she finally seems to realize she should be making you feel good.
When she finally sucks on your clit you swear, hands tightening her hair.
“Fuck- just like that,” you murmur, still absentmindedly petting through her hair. She glances up at you, whimpering as she sees the way you’re palming your chest, head thrown back against the door. Ellie squeezes her eyes shut, her own clit throbbing in her boxers at the sight, but she has a feeling you’d scold her for touching herself, so she just redoubles her efforts.
When your thighs begin to tighten around her ears, your slick licking down her chin, she slips a hand between your legs, slowly pressing two of her fingers up into you. She curls them just right, earning a ragged moan from you.
“Oh my god- fuck… don’t fucking stop,” you choke out, your inner walls rhythmically tightening around her fingers. She forces her eyes open, looking up through her lashes as you finally come, a string of whines and soft moans coming out.
She works you through it, still gently fucking you as she swirls her tongue around your clit.
You yank her away, panting as you tremble from overstimulation. She looks up at you with something akin to adoration, which only causes you to laugh weakly.
“Shit… you are good at that,” you mumble, still composing yourself. Ellie grins, wobbling slightly as she stands up, her feet almost half asleep as she cuddles up against you. You squeak, making an indignant noise as she kisses you, but you don’t push her away.
“You questioned my skills?” she murmurs against your lips, her own eyes half lidded and sleepy. She smiles as you laugh, nuzzling her nose against yours with far too much familiarity for two people who met an hour ago.
“Hm… can you blame me?” you murmur, hands now gently petting through her hair. She laughs, grinning as you hook your thumbs in the belt loops of her jeans, yanking her hips against yours. “Want me to return the favor?” you murmur against her cheek, thumbs sliding along her lower stomach. Ellie flushes, flustered again.
“Oh- I um…” Ellie forces out, you pull away slightly, looking a little surprised.
“You came just from eating me out?” you murmur, clearly on the verge of laughing. Ellie turns bright red, shifting awkwardly. “Don’t be embarrassed,” you murmur. Despite your words, you’re still giggling softly. “I think it’s cute.”
Ellie groans, hiding her face against your neck.
“Yeah well, I’m not exactly doing a good job beating the ‘blushing virgin’ allegations,” Ellie mumbles, which only makes you laugh harder.
“Why don’t we take this somewhere else and you can prove to me just how awesome you are in bed, then.” Ellie glances up at you, heart beating fast at the prospect of having a round two with you.
“I- I live just around the block,” she says, a little embarrassed by her eagerness. You grin, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
“Well let’s go then,” you murmur, smiling as she hurriedly pulls away from you and cleans herself up.
She shoots Abby a text, letting her know she’s taking someone back to the apartment, which only received a hell yeah! in response.
Ellie supposes she doesn’t hate college parties that much after all.