Sheila’s Mystery Man

The end of the semester had finally arrived and Sheila couldn’t happier. This semester had been the most brutal so far and had taken as many prisoners on her campus as possible. Now that the worst had passed and finals were over, everyone was getting ready for the party of the year. The local and only fraternity was hosting an end of semester bash and everyone who could come was invited. Sheila had decided to go to her first party since high school which had been the same place she lost her virginity. Needless to say she regretted it almost immediately and still hoped that one day the memory would be repressed.

She showered and dressed in a gray cut off tee and black leggings accompanied by black bow adorned flats. She wanted to be comfortable and still be able to blow off some steam on the dance floor. She left an hour late to give the party a chance to get started . It was approaching 11:30 as she approached the frat house, a faint sound of old school rap preaching to her ears. The party had spilled outside at some point since the front lawn was littered with cheap beer cans and red plastic cups. Various articles of clothing decorated the front porch and a outfit trail led around the side of the house. Sheila took a deep breath and walked up the white stairs. A crudely made sign hanging on the door read “No Froshies”. Sheila laughed as she opened the door but her laugh was cut short as the scene inside the frat house completely overwhelmed her.

The quiet remnants of the spillover outside was nothing compared to the madhouse within. The flashing strobes and loud music did nothing to hide half naked sorority girls dancing on tables, the towers of kegs placed all around and the blatant sex acts happening just about everywhere. Sheila did a quick sweep of what she could see and was able to identify at least two of her own instructors, putting their jobs on the line for a little fun. Next to them were those desperate students working for that passing grade.

The old school hip hop was beginning to fade and Ciara’s-Body Party, started blaring from the speakers. Without missing a beat or sacrifice of rhythm, the room began to perfectly mirror the song. Sheila came to a quick conclusion that this was her chance to unwind and have a little fun and she would do anything to forget this semester and her lame ex. Not only was he a F- as a boyfriend with the social skills of a cactus, sex with him was like watching grandma take out her dentures. Without a second thought she proceeded to grab three beers in quick succession and chug them down. Sighing and shaking her body loose, she pushed her way into the mass of dancing bodies. She danced with a number of different people throughout the night as she disappeared into the depths of the raging party. After finally reaching the belly of the raving beast, a hand grabbed hers, pulling her even deeper in. In this area, personal space meant nothing.

The hand that had grabbed her pulled her close to its owner and its twin rested itself on her waist. The body connected to these hands began to grind against her own, moving a hand on her pelvis to hold her back close to its controller. Sheila decided her dance partner had found her and began to enter the rhythm of the song. Reggae had since taken over the party; the dancing becoming more erotic with each passing second.

A mouth found its way to her ear, gently breathing before nibbling on her earlobe.