mari defender #1

I love Rush Week.

A flock of eager-to-please hot girls desperate for a Kappa bid following me around like puppies. Senior year was set to be especially good. Kappa president makes all of the last calls on pledges, the ass-kissing will far supersede the last three years.

I felt especially appreciative looking between my legs at an enthusiastic brunette Potential. Molly, Maria, I wanna say? It was too loud at that party to hear. Didn't really matter, though, my mind was primarily focused on her heavenly tongue. She'd been down there twenty minutes without coming up for air.

Again, so eager-to-please. It wasn’t necessary, though, which made it all the more satisfying. This girl was total Kappa material - she'd downed three shots of tequila then followed it up with a Modelo and was still standing. Tai had been the one to point her out initially. She had grown into a wingman for me since I made her my Vice. After the election, I was sure she’d ice me out forever but a cabinet position smoothed things over nicely. “Maybe you’ll die, we never know.” She had said when we finally made up. We’d been inseparable since.

I tried not to make it a habit (anymore) - the whole sleeping with Potentials thing. It was messy and Kappa didn't need any more enemies on campus. Delta was enough. Delta, and their nutcase president, were why I needed to blow off a little steam to begin with. Jackie Taylor had put yet another dent in my favorite week of the year.

As if calling Standards on us last year wasn't enough, those prissy bitches were trying to poach our most promising girls, at a party no less. Just hours before, Van and Tai spent the entire night talking to Melissa. Freshman, perfect GPA to keep our average up, and definitely gay - Kappa from top to bottom. She was a little on the quiet side but we could bring some personality out of her within the first month. Best of all, she’d been excited and willing to do absolutely anything for a bid, until Jackie sent one of her little minions to pull her aside. Shauna Shipman, Delta’s Vice, reminded me of a pledge herself. Always eager to please Jackie. It was a little sad.

They didn’t stop at Melissa, though. Lottie Matthews spoke to Akilah right after Tai had, and Crystal after Van. It was difficult for these girls to resist the charms of Delta. Between Matthews and Taylor, Delta was by far the richest sorority on campus. Their house made ours look like a desert shack. Each of their events had catered food, a professional DJ, and all of their upperclassmen had single rooms. Not to mention the pool, live-in maid, and private tutors.

Even with all of their amenities, I still couldn’t imagine wanting to be a Delta. They held their girls to an impossible standard. Rather than the 3.0 collective GPA every other house was expected to meet, Delta’s was 3.5. Maybe it didn’t seem like much but with fifty girls, it meant most of them needed to be acing their classes. That along with increased philanthropy hours, required weekly meetings, and an on-campus dress code? Delta seemed like more of a hassle than it was worth. In comparison, it made Kappa feel like Spring Break. Optional monthly meetings, half of Delta’s philanthropy hours, and the girls could dress how they wanted. Our parties also drew a much larger crowd. Van had an in with all the popular local bands, meaning students from surrounding colleges even came to see their favorite performers. Gen could bartend, Tai took sick pictures for our Instagram. One thing about Kappa? We knew how to party. Helped that most of us were gay, too, so questioning freshman girls were immediately drawn in.

Girls just like…whoever this was between my legs giving me the best head I’d had in awhile. If she didn’t know she was gay before, she’d be sure now. Just as I ran my fingers through her hair, she looked up at me. “Am I doing good?” She asked with big brown eyes boring into mine. God, this girl was hot.

“So good, baby. Need some air?” The affectionate term slipped out without my permission. I regretted it until I saw her melt into a lazy smile.

“No, no, no. Can I keep going?” She asked. Desperate to please. How could I refuse that?

It was another forty minutes and three orgasms later before her jaw got so tired, I was sure she’d barely be able to speak. I was wrong. With all of our clothes back on, she turned to me. “So…am I good for a bid?” This wasn’t the first time I’d had this conversation.

“That’s not really how it works. I don’t trade bids for sexual favors.” She frowned and I felt my heart sink. This was the part where I broke her little Potential heart. “You’re kidding, right? Everyone kind of says…” I scoffed. Typical Rutgers rumor mill. Ever since I made the awful mistake of fucking Misty Quigley sophmore year, every freshman thought sex was all it took to be a Kappa. “They don't know what the fuck they're talking about. Listen, Molly-”

“It’s Mari, genius.”

“Sorry, right. Mari…We like you for Kappa. You outdrink me like I’ve never seen, you’re feisty. Funny.” Not to mention a volleyball star which would come in clutch for the Greek Games this year. “Sex was never part of the deal. Just a happy accident.”

She went from frowning to furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. And maybe a little anger. “You’re telling me I just ate you out for two fucking hours for no reason.” Now it was me who frowned. “Like you weren’t enjoying yourself?”

“I cheated on my boyfriend for this.” Not the first time I’d heard that one. Ouch.

“That was your choice, not mine. Besides, the way you went at it tells me it wasn’t going to last between the two of you anyway.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just that you want in on Kappa for more than the pool table.”

“I’m not gay.” I had to roll my eyes at that one. “Gay, straight, bi, whatever, you were a shoe in either way. You still will be if you stop being a bitch now.” Mari was a lot more likeable when she wasn’t talking.

“Fine. Whatever.” A long period of silence followed and I nearly reached over for a pack of cigs when she spoke up.

“If it doesn’t make a difference either way…Could we go again?”