College is Fun: First Weekend

Sophomore year in college. No more trying to make new friends out of complete strangers, freaking out because tests are so much harder than anything before, or having to live in a dorm with 400 other guys only 20 of which I like to talk to. This year I am prepared, eager, and single. Well willing to cheat is pretty much the same. Been dating the same cute red head for almost three years and things are great. Having said that, I still need to have fun.
I am six feet tall with brown hair buzzed short and amazing (one of the few things I will boast about myself) blue eyes. I have the build of a guy who used to workout and stay in great shape for the many sports I participated in. Basically I’m not a skinny twig but have lost the muscles since I stopped taking sports seriously.
School is tough studying to be an aerospace engineer but I enjoy it. A few downsides besides difficulty include there being more empty chairs in every class than women. And those that are there can be scary but great to study with since they take shit so seriously. All this work leads to one thing, which is at least one big party every weekend. During this time I take part in college binging of alcohol, women, and on rare occasion weed.
So this brings me to my first weekend of sophomore year. This can only mean a big kick-off party at the frat house. I’m not in the frat but three of my 4 best friends are so I basically have unlimited access and know every brother there (I like maybe 3 others). I go early with my friends and get there at 10:00. At this point its just a bunch of guys setting up or having their first beer in the living room talking about stupid shit.
A few minutes later a few girls come in that I recognize from the sister sorority of the frat. One of them is cute but is obviously taken because things can’t ever be easy. They have a few friends with them so I start checking them out. As they walk in I see a very nice pair of legs attached to a good ass. I follow her body up mildly in pressed and look at her face. At that moment she glances my way and I think I know her from somewhere and she looks at me a little longer than usual then starts talking to a friend.
Two girls walk over and sit on the couch across from me. “Hey, I’m Mike. What’re your names?” I ask.
The short blonde answers first “Sam.”
“ And I’m Brittany,” the other says.
‘Hmmmm, Brittany. Where do I know her from?’ I keep thinking. Conversations start in the living room and I put it out of my mind. An hour or so goes by and people start filling the house. It’s the usual group of mostly guys.