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Chapter three: Keep it in the Family
The Process-part 1
Liz
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All thirteen who received a bid, were told to be at the sorority house that evening by 7p.m. We were instructed to bring a sleeping bag, plain gray sweats, a black cocktail dress with the appropriate undergarments, and only the necessary hygiene products for the weekend. So I figured that either we’re in for some type of intensive training boot camp, or your requisite slumber party. Maria and I gathered the designated items, having to run to the local Wal-Mart for a few things before we went over to the DEB house at quarter to.
When we arrived, we were escorted to a large room on the second floor that was for all intensive purposes empty, save the plush pink carpet lining the floor. It didn’t even have windows. Which, have to be honest freaked me out…
They can’t be up to any good, if we can’t even see the light of day in here,
Or even the dark of night.
Hell, I just need to see the outside world.
Or rather, they need to see us… Else, we could be locked away in this box of a room never to be seen again.
There were already a few girls in the room setting up their sleeping bags; they didn’t seem to be too bothered by the lack of furniture, or windows. Therefore, Maria and I simply shrugged, introduced ourselves, and fell in beside them. The remaining girls trickled in within the hour until all thirteen were present and accounted for.
It wasn’t a large group by any standard. And it was hard to believe that after seeing hundreds of girls that week, DEB decided on only thirteen. I guess Maria and I should consider ourselves lucky to be among the few chosen. We certainly didn’t have the status or popularity of any of the girls chosen. There are at least four cheerleaders here; two members of Student government, and the rest were legacies, which as Maria pointed out ‘Aristocratic Ivy Leaguers’ are not our stock.
So what was it about the two of us that had us counted among the greats?
I could see why they’d want Maria. With her as an editor of the campus paper, they have access to the mouthpiece for the student body.
But what about me? I’m just boring Liz Parker. What could I possibly have to offer? I try not to dwell on that very, very depressing fact instead making a silent vow right then, not to be that…. boring waifish little girl, who over thinks things, and is afraid of her own shadow.
From now on, I’m Liz Parker fun and fancy free, I socialize, throw caution to the wind, and wear shirts that show off my boobs…
Well what little boobs I have anyway.
First project socialize;
I’m a junior, cheered on the squad with her for two years, and I think tonight may have been the first time in my life I’ve said more than two words to Tess Harding. Even though it was only about nail polish, it’s still an improvement, because I’m socializing. Turns out the Southern socialite and I both go for natural tones, and she let me borrow her pearl whisper before getting into a conversation about Sunday’s game with her fellow squad members, which I tactfully drowned out.
People were sharing fashion magazines, tips were being traded on everything from which brand tampon to buy, to proper make-up application. Meanwhile Maria was lapping it up with a spoon, as she scribbled down notes in her little pad when she thought no one was looking. For a little while, I honestly felt like I was in that room with a group of my closest friends. That is until precisely 8:30pm when the sisters file in, lined up perfectly like a third grade class.
Ranks were closed,
Divisions were formed.
And it was painfully obvious that the process had officially begun.
It was as if someone had taken a rope and sectioned off the room, cool people on one side, nerds, freaks, and boring waif girls on the other. Tess and I were no longer on the same side as she and the other blue bloods convened in a corner, and were whispering conspiratorially. Which left Maria, myself, student government, and two no-names looking thoroughly confused.
The sisters stood facing us, and we sat awaiting their next move. Being so elite, DEB is relatively small house but not this small. It couldn’t have been more than thirty of us in that box of a room, pledges included.
Finally, one of the sisters begins distributing a bag to each of us pledges before returning to her place in line. “Good evening Ladies, my name is Prudence Halliwell, and I am the president of the Duke chapter of Delta Epsilon Beta.” The one speaking seems to have a bit of an attitude, but maybe that’s just me.
She continues. “In your bags you will find a t-shirt with the sorority’s emblem, and a composition notebook. You are to be wearing these shirts each time you appear before us unless otherwise instructed. In the notebooks, you will record your experience over the next four weeks. These are your pledge books guard them with you life. Both items you must have every time you are called before us. If even one of you does not, there will be consequences”
No, I was right she’s a total cow.
After Prue’s explanation, we were told to change into our pledge t-Shirts and sweats before the first activity. So much for the concept of privacy. Of those of us changing, about a half dozen don’t think too highly of the concept of a bra. The sisters are silent as they look on, but at least they don’t boob rank us so that puts an end to that myth.
Once everyone is dressed appropriately, Max’s sister Isabel addresses us. She seemed like one of the less stuffy sisters the last time I met her so I figure now that the orders have been handed out, maybe we can have some fun. She begins to explain the concept of family, how DKE and DEB is one big happy family. However, within the family each pledge will have another family consisting of a big sister, a big brother, and a pledge brother. Who is actually your big sister’s little brother. A perfect square.
Confused yet? Good ‘cause I am.
We’re told that tonight we’ll be meeting our big sisters who will give us our pledge pins. That must be why there are only thirteen sisters present one for each pledge.
She continues “To find out who your big sisters are we are going to play a game of human Guess who.” At that point each of the sisters’ puts on an article of clothing, a dopey hat, or a pair of those hugely ridiculous plastic glasses, and Isabel goes on to explain that, we the pledges, will figure out who our big sister is by guessing at these defining characteristics.
I immediately raise my hand to ask, “Does my big sister look like a Barbie clone.” and a few of the other pledges break out into sputtering laughter. I joke for two reasons. One, the atmosphere in the room went from semi comfortable to just plain depressing when the sisters walked in. So I wanted to lighten the mood.
Fun and fancy-free remember.
Two, there are enough curves, and fake smiles in this room to open up a Mattel factory. And maybe I’m a little insecure of my little boy body. But, who wouldn’t be in here? Seems like anything less than a model figure is just unacceptable.
Barbie went to college everybody, she joined the DEB house and colonized it with a bunch of other bleached blondes
“You are so bad girl.” Maria mumbles before jabbing me in my side to point out that the sisters don’t seem to find the little guffaw I incited so amusing.
Prue looks as if she wants to slag me with her death ray eyes. “We were trying to do something fun for you guys but if you’re not going to take this seriously…”
I’m thinking ‘Chill out Madame President,’ It’s a game all right.
That woman has got a real problem and it B and ends with an ITCH.
I try to stifle my smirk and, cower in fear but it’s very difficult to be frightened of anyone wearing a pair of Minnie mouse ears. “I apologize Prue…”
“…Big sister Prue.” She corrects.
“Big sister Prue, I apologize. I guess the better question would be does my big sister have blonde hair?”
I’m told that she doesn’t, which narrows things down to only three people in the room. Madame President Bitch herself, Serena or another brunette with a shoulder length layered do and green eyes. So I was joking before, but I think there may be a bit of hair color bias in this sorority all the more reason for us non-toe heads to stick together.
It doesn’t take long for me to figure out who my big sister is since she’s the only, brunette, Latina wearing a tiara. I’m the first to figure it out too. Score one for the brown haired girls I think somewhat boastfully
“Good job Parker.” Serena congratulates as she come forward to pin me. The pledge pins are nice. They have three pearls arranged in a triangle, and in the center is a tiny dolphin with jade stone eyes. “Never take that off.” She whispers to me. Then turns to the rest of the group. “Now if you ladies will excuse us, my little sister and I have some bonding to do.”
I wink at Maria, she gives me a small wave, and then Serena and I retire to her room.
On the third floor, her room is nice, everything is decorated in turquoise and pink, and it has three beds. I can’t help but wonder where her roommates are tonight. Never being one to wonder long I ask my new big sister as much.
“They won’t be coming home tonight.” She informs me. So that means either she kicked them out, or they knew that there would be some sisterly bonding going on and made other arrangements for the night.
‘Being exiled from ones own room’ I mentally note somewhat sarcastically. Can’t you just wait to be apart of the DEB house?
“I think I got on Prue’s bad side.” I venture as the two of us make ourselves comfortable on her bed. It’s over by the alcove and looking out the campus you can see most of Duke University.
Serena and I sit cross-legged facing each other and I start to think I could get used to it here. “Don’t worry she’s that way to everyone.” She assures.
Not sure if that’s a good thing, but I nod, anyway “So I shouldn’t fear for my life.”
“I didn’t say that.” She jokes and I’m thinking circle of fat, big scary paddles, and just about every other depraved rumor I’ve heard about sororities, until “Kidding.” She adds at the last moment. “I thought you had a sense of humor Parker.”
“You guys don’t haze do you?” I ask inanely. Of course they haze, who doesn’t these days. That’s exactly why they give all that information on the laws surrounding it during rush week because someone is bound to break them.
“No.” she answers simply.
“Would you tell me if you did?” I persist
“No.” she says again “We won’t do anything that wasn’t done to us.”
Yeah, that just fills me with comfort, “What does that mean?”
“What are you most proud of in your life?” She asks answering my question with a question. Because this wasn’t confusing enough.
“Being named valedictorian of my senior class back home I guess.”
“And that wasn’t easy was it?” I nod; she continues, “Nothing worth having ever is. Well neither is becoming a DEB.” Again, I’m thinking ‘what the hell does that mean?’ “I’m not going to sit here and tell you all our secrets. You’ll have to wait and see. Just know that there is a process, but anything we ask you to do is to help you learn the principles of DEB and in the end, you’ll be a better woman for it. Okay?”
“Okay.” I say though I’m starting to think that Serena sounds a lot like she’s been brain washed with her whole ‘yeah we’re going to play with your head but it’s really for your own good’ explanation. Ask us? She made it sound like we have a choice in any of this. Then my subconscious comes in and says ‘You always have a choice Liz. You could leave’
Even as I think it, I know I won’t
“Great. So truth or dare?” She shoots off quickly changing the subject. But because I’m not thirteen going to opt for neither.
I was really starting to think that I could live with DEB, and then we start with all this talk of big sisters, hazing, and now truth or dare. That’s like every Sorority myth I’ve ever heard thrown at me in less than five minutes.
Okay, so I was actually into the big sister thing until Serena started sounding like one of the Stepford wives. Sighing resignedly, I go for truth because it seems like the lesser of two evils. And after talking for a while, it starts to feel less like pre-pubescent girl talk and more like an adult conversation.
Serena starts to sound less like a mindless drone and more like the lab partner I’ve come to admire. It turns out initially she didn’t even want to join a sorority, but they recruited her.
Not just DEB, everyone.
Turns out here at Duke they have something called a chapter GPA, which is a cumulative average of all the active sisters in the house’ grade point average. It has to stay above a certain level for the organization to remain active on campus. Serena’s GPA was like a 3.9 when she pledged so all thirteen houses wanted her. She could have gone anywhere but for some reason she chose DEB.
Why?
“I know it may not seem like this right now but Delta Epsilon Beta is the most real.” I look at her skeptically “Seriously, you may not like everyone in the house but if something goes down, we all have your back. Deke too, we’re constitutionally bound to them.”
“Constitutionally bound? That doesn’t mean we have to sleep with them does it?”
“No, nothing like that.” She assures and I breathe a sigh of relief “It means that both organizations were founded to be mirror images of one another. We govern ourselves by the same principles, our philanthropy is the same, we’re their sisters and they’re our brothers, we’re all one big happily family.” She finishes, echoing Isabel’s statement of earlier.
Family. A perfect square. Big sisters and chapter GPAs
“Why are you telling me all this?” I ask
“Two reasons. The first being, the process can be trying at times believe me, but I wanted you to know that there are a lot people here that can help you through. All you have to do is ask. You seem kind of closed off sometimes and maybe if you opened up to trust people, things might seem easier”
Okay, so I should learn to trust people. That could take some work but I can give it a shot and it does fall under the vow I made earlier to socialize and throw caution to the wind.
Serena continues, “The second is, I wanted you to know that you don’t have to take any crap from people like Prue. You’ll meet tons of ‘em trust me; but a lot of times their bark is worse than the bite. And if it weren’t for people like us and out above average grades, the chapter GPA might not be what it is.”
So the mystery of why they wanted me is solved. My grades. And I’m sure there are things that the “Prues” of the world have that people like Serena and I don’t. So I suppose we all help each other.
Like a family.
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The next day we were given a recess.
Yes a recess, as if we’re six year olds and this elementary. We are given a recess until 7p.m. when we’re told to meet back at the DEB house in our black cocktail dresses. I guess that’s why we’re given a break because heaven forbid some of the pledges from going to a dance without having hair and nails done.
For those of us without the bank accounts to warrant such luxuries it meant an appointment with the shower and a bottle of Pantene. After we were done in the bathroom, Maria and I took turns rolling each other’s hair before settling in our suite for some much needed beauty rest.
We stayed up most of the night talking to our big sisters. Though Maria won’t tell me who she is it seems she really likes her. She won’t shut up about all the unsolicited gossip that ‘big sister’ has given her. Unfortunately, that meant we over slept. And when we awoke at quarter past six to begin throwing ourselves together for the dance; Maria continued going on about the proper way to apply make-up, so says ‘big sister’.
“She also said to throw one of these in your purse just in case.” Maria said handing me the little foil wrapper as we scurry over to the DEB house. Apparently, Maria’s big sister is a gossip, a glamour queen and a whore. ‘Yeah that narrows it down’ I think to myself somewhat ruefully.
“I have no use for that.” I tell her.
“Just take it.” She says snatching my clutch purse and tucking it inside “You never know.”
But, I know all right.
I know I won’t be giving the goods to any of these walking talking Dekes or Dicks tonight.
And Kyle won’t be there so, that puts a pin in that idea real quick.
We don’t even have the chance to go inside when we get to the DEB house because everyone is lined up in the front yard preparing to head over to the Civic Center.
Yesterday we were given places in line according to height and Maria and I aren’t next to each other so we wave before the two of us take our respective places in line. I’m near the front of the line, second to Tess. Who looks well in her strapless party dress, and I tell her as much. The innocent on looker wouldn’t be able to see Tess for what she is, as she looks quite classy tonight.
Dare I say that we all do with our pledge pins proudly displayed over our hearts?
When we get to the Civic Center our guys are already there, dressed in black suits, with pale yellow-collared shirts underneath. They also have these full head, black masks covering their faces, and each is holding a single pink tea rose, the sororities flower. As each pledge enters, one of the brothers comes forward and she is swept onto the dance floor.
“So you you’re my big brother?” I ask as the masked stranger’s arms encircle my waist. He simply nods.
He smells amazing, like fresh linen and old spice. “Do I know you?” I query
“Maybe.” Is his simple answer, his voice sounds familiar as it rumbles by my ear, causing a tingle in the pit of my stomach. But I can’t seem to place it.
Apparently, this is a revealing process but I know all of maybe two guys who are Dekes. One of which, fate would simply not be so cruel as to place me with.
So how am I supposed to figure out who this guy is? That Fraternity is huge.
“Are you in any of my classes?” I ask him.
He answers again with the “Maybe.”
Okay so he’s not going to make this easy. Let’s try narrowing this down by association, maybe he’s on a sports team a lot of them are and if he were Kyle would probably know him. “Do you know my boyfriend?” I venture.
“How do you know I’m not your boyfriend?” he volleys back
“My boyfriend isn’t this tall.” I tell him “And you smell different.” Did I just say that aloud “Not bad, just different.” I cover. Get a whiff of some nice cologne and it turns your brain to mush.
It’s probably best I shut up now, I do, and we dance in silence to the music, for a long while. Every so often I’ll fire off a question that I’m sure will narrow down my possibilities and he’ll just answer with his ‘maybe’ or some other vague answer.
I look at all the other girls happily dancing with their big brothers.
The sisters look on from the sidelines whispering and pointing every so often.
I spot Maria who waves before pointing to the guy she’s dancing with and winking. I have no idea what that’s supposed to mean.
My guy is light on his feet. His body is solid and I can tell he has quite a build underneath that suit. I silently chide myself for thinking about it but I can’t seem to help myself. That soft voice,
The cologne,
And that body…
When the music stops, my guy leads me over to one of our tables before handing me a rose. “This is for you Princess.” He says tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
Princess?
There’s only one person who calls me that, but I’m going to give this guy the benefit of the doubt and assume that was just a coincidence.
A very random, unrelated coincidence.
God I hope it was a coincidence.
It couldn’t be him, could it?
“Would you like something to drink?” He inquires, I nod, and he heads over to the punch bowl to fetch our drinks. I watch his arrogant swagger as he walks away, it gives me a hunch, and I’m prepared to test my theory when he returns, punch in hand.
“Now I know you can’t possibly be my boyfriend.” I bait before taking a healthy sip of the cup placed in front of me. “I practically have to twist his arm to get him to bring me punch. And he never buys me roses. ” I twirl the thorny flower between my thumb and forefinger.
He leans in, and just loud enough for me to hear whispers, a move vaguely reminiscent of a shameless flirt, “Well there’s nothing wrong with doing something nice for your girl, especially…”
“…if it makes her happy.” I finish for him. “Max?” I’d been purposefully ignoring him the other day when he’d said it to me, but I still heard what he said; now I wish I hadn’t.
Max doesn’t say anything simply pulls the mask over his head to reveal a smirk to match that arrogant swagger.
So fate is that cruel.
Moments later Serena appears by our table, with her very lame attempt to feign ignorance “Parker you’re pretty good at this guessing game stuff, huh? Always at the head of the curve.”
She totally set me up. There are close on one hundred members of DKE. What are the odds that I would end up with Max Evans for a big brother? I smell a rat and it’s either my big sister or our resident gigolo here.
I wouldn’t put it past him. He’d do just about anything to get into my pants.
Total Deke.
Serena disappears for the night before she can confirm or deny my suspicions and Max is left to put up with my pissy attitude
There’s a dance contest for the big brother/little sister pairs.
I refuse to participate.
A line dance.
Still I refuse.
And I really like line dancing. But I refuse to be partnered with Max Evans for anything.
After a while, I think he gets tired of me and I see him skip out for a moment to make a phone call. When he returns, Max covers my hand with his asking, “You want to get out of here.” I nod, not bothering to ask where we’re going.
This is probably not the best idea since we’ve established time alone with Evans is bound for disaster. However when I see his 2006 candy apple red BMW X5 SUV I start to feel a little bit better. Because…well who could be upset cruising down the highway in a car like that.
So maybe I’m a little bit shallow
When Max parks us in the middle, of nowhere and leads me to the center of a field, I’m more than a little confused. He spreads a blanket and the two of us sit. “So are you going to rape me now?” I venture
He laughs at that and nudges me playfully “Parker you’re a piece of work.”
I happen to think it’s a very legitimate question, you drive a girl miles away from civilization it’s for one of two reasons and the other is murder. “What then?” I query, “What is it you want from me. I know that somehow you planned this. Whether some elaborate scheme concocted the day you met me, or just a passing obsession you keep making yourself apart of my life.”
“Obsession.” He balks.” You sure think highly of yourself Princess.” He won’t look at me though. Whether the miles of grass spread out before us, or the abandoned shack not too far off in the distance something is suddenly much more important than looking me in the eye when he speaks.
“Tell me I’m wrong.” This time I nudge him and finally he meets my steady gaze. This man’s eyes should come with a warning. Talk about intense I can barely focus when they’re directly focused on me.
You see why I can’t be alone with him.
Hi eyes
The soft voice
The cologne
It all leads to one thing.
Sex
This very real attraction I have to him. And that is no good because I have a boyfriend and he has a harem…
“Maybe.” Is all he says and I want to strangle him from frustration
“Okay Evans we’re going to establish some rules.” I begin with a roll of my eyes “You can no longer say the word ‘Maybe’ when you are with me. Either it is or it isn’t. And I need you to tell me why…Why me?
“Because it
was you. “ He finally blurts out. And I’m almost sorry I forced him, taken aback by the anguish on his face. ”Because I want to know you, and I’d like you to know me. Because…” he sighs dramatically before concluding, “You know what it’s not important this was a stupid idea. We should go.”
He’s already climbing to his feet, reaching out a hand to me before I have the chance to react to what he’s admitted. “Evans sit.” I instruct, and he promptly does.
Good dog
Yes, I’m attracted to him.
And he’s clearly he’s …something for me.
So maybe it isn’t the best idea to delve into the heart of our feelings just yet. As per my vow of yesterday, I’m not supposed to be over thinking things remember. And though this guy does usually warrant strange and uncharted territory for me that includes him too.
At least we can talk to each other and that’s good.
Look Ma, no alcohol this time.
And that’s probably more than I can say for the ninety-seven other Dekes I could have been paired with.
“Where are we?” I ask
“Not far from campus. Actually, we’re behind it.” He explains how just beyond that patch of trees is a freshwater lake, on the other side of the lake sits Duke. “It’s probably less than a mile if you walk around the Lake but it’s a bit of a hike So I took the roundabout way on the freeway. Not many people know about this place. It’s not easy to find so sometimes I come out here when I don’t want to be found. I thought you could use a break.” He concludes with a smile.
An adorable dimpled smile.
Even when he’s not trying to be this man is so sexy I could scream.
You see not for one entire minute can I focus when I’m with him.
But there’s my vow, remember.
And I have to admit my boobs do look great in this dress. It’d be a shame to waste the night.
I sigh, throwing caution to the wind “I prefer white roses.” I tell him
He smiles again accepting my humble peace offering. Even though I did kinda piss in his Wheaties earlier this evening, he’s willing to forgive and forget just that easily. If I bitch at Kyle, he bitches back for at least as long.
Max and I just yak on for hours about nonsense. We talk about science, the weather how it looks like rain, and we talk about each other. The one thing that we don’t talk about is the palpable tension between us. And for now that’s perfectly fine.
“There is no way that Prudence Halliwell would do that.” I tell him
“I’m telling you she did.” He insists, “She had the big red nose, floppy shoes and everything. Prue dressed up like a clown her freshman year at homecoming’s tailgate. Some fundraiser thing they were doing. Those pictures are blackmail inducing so if you ever need ‘em.” He offers and I just might take him up on that if I ever need to stick it to Madame President.
“So what did you dress up as?” I inquire.
“Well I dressed up like... Cupid.” he blushingly admits
I sputter with laughter. I can so picture him with the diaper, and crossbow… and I’m sure he has the body of a Greek God. Suddenly I’m tempted to ask Mr. Evans for a reprisal of his role at freshman tailgate… And just like that the tension is back “Why do you have to be that other guy?” his brow creases in confusion when I ask the question, so I clarify “The guy who only wants to get in girl’s pants.” ‘The one who only wants to get in my pants’ I think to myself before continuing, “You’re not like that here. Here you’re goofy, here…you’re sweet.”
He doesn’t answer simply looks down and fiddles for a long time with a blade of grass. I wait patiently. When he looks at me again our faces are mere inches away, ever so slowly we both lean in, my eyes drift closed when I feel his warm breath on my cheek. I know he’s going to kiss me, or maybe it’s me who’s going to kiss him… either way my lips practically itch with anticipation. Then I feel the raindrop.
I open my eyes and look at the ominous clouds. That is when the sky opens up pouring down sheets of rain on the two of us. Max gives me his jacket but it doesn’t take long for the water to soak through that as well. We scurry back to his SUV as quickly as possible. He opens the door and the two of sit laughing at the ridiculous picture we make.
His hair is plastered to his forehead, I can imagine may curls are non-existent and our clothes stick to us like glue. “So go drive… back to campus” I urge
“Are you kidding would you look at the road I’m not driving in this. Sable is too precious for that.”
“You named your car?” You know what they say about men and their cars.
“Maybe.”
Peering out the windshield, I squint up my eyes trying to see if I can make out the road. “Fine so give me the keys I’ll drive.”
“Are you kidding me Parker, you should barely be licensed to walk.” He jokes.
“What exactly is wrong with my driving?”
“Two words. Summer ’03.” He states.
Okay so maybe didn’t really know how to drive when I came to North Carolina. And maybe it Maria and Kyle three months and a Jetta bumper to teach me. But how could he possibly know that? And more importantly why am I sitting here debating with him about it?
I should be walking home. He said it was less than a mile to campus. I open the car door preparing to step out “What are you doing?” he asks and when I explain my planned expedition he follows with “Are you crazy you would rather trek through the wilderness in heels and a cocktail dress than spend a night with me safe in the jeep and wait for the storm to Pass. I just don’t get you Parker. One minute you seem like your normal sarcastic self we’re joking each with each other and then the next you run like I’m the devil himself. Why is that?”
“Why did you want to be my big brother?” I shoot back and he looks away “Why is it that every time I ask you a pointed question like that you can’t answer?” I insist. But the answer is very simple it’s the same reason I can’t stand to be alone with him. I like you Evans more than I care to admit. “You know why. And we’ve been doing this dance all night. Now I think it’s just best that we go before someone says or does something that they can’t take back.”
As suspected, he doesn’t have an answer to that, instead he climbs in the back seat and starts fumbling around with a bunch of levers and latches. In a couple of minutes, there is a completely level surface, over which Max has laid out another blanket. “You should get comfortable Parker.”
So that’s it. He didn’t even try to answer my question. He’s clearly not driving anywhere in this weather and neither am I. And I was never really going to walk. “You planned this.” I accuse as I join him in the back and ball up his suit jacket to make a pillow
The two of us toss and turn for a couple of minutes trying to get comfortable in our soggy clothing. “Would you quit fidgeting?” He says
“What are you doing?” I ask as he peels off his shirt, to reveal an equally wet wife-beater that does nothing to conceal the definition in his arms and chest.
“Getting comfortable. It’s hot in here. Is there is a problem with that?”
Yes there is a problem, if you’re going to be sleeping next to me with those bulging muscles. I don’t tell him that though. “ Maybe if someone would quit fogging up the windows with their hot breath.” I joke
He turns away from me and I hear him mumble something that I think sounds like “You weren’t complaining about my breath a moment ago when I was going to kiss you.”
“What?”
He faces me looking me dead in the eye “Go to sleep Parker.”
“Go to sleep.” I balk “You want me to go to sleep in my cold wet clothing,” not to mention horny as Austin Powers, with a living GQ cover sleeping next to me “You want me to sleep in a jeep with a guy I barely know, who by the way set me up for the sole purpose of getting in my pants. I can not…” Before I have the chance to finish my sentence, his lips were on mine, just as soft as I imagined, deft, gently coaxing and silencing me. I feel his tongue run over the seam of my bottom lip begging entrance and that’s when I register; this is wrong. “What are you doing?” I say against his mouth
“Shutting you up.” At the brief opening, he slips between my lips, and all I care about at that moment is the expert velvet flow of his tongue against mine
“This is wrong.” I utter.
“Maybe…” he responds “but if you don’t want this as much as I do, you’ll stop me.” Even as he says it, I know that I won’t. I don’t stop him as I feel his hand inching beneath my skirt. I don’t stop him as it continues to inch higher on my thigh. I don’t stop him as he cups me over the tiny black thong I’m wearing. I don’t stop him as he rubs small circles over the center of my desire, and I certainly don’t stop the lone digit that slips beneath my panties plunging into my wetness. For three very simple reasons;
I’m throwing caution to the wind,
I tire of the inane dance we’ve been doing around one another
And it feels too damn good.
I’m lost in his attentions, his heavenly mouth, and the practiced movements of his fingers as he strokes me to completion. I never stop to think of how many other girls he’s touched this way, that he’s touched Tess this way. I shamelessly grind my hips against his hand as he adds first one, then another finger. My climax surprises us both, him more so than me.
Course I know it’s the first one I’ve had in a very long time.
Bit if I know Kyle
And I think I do…
Max probably thinks I get it this good all the time “You’re easy to please Parker,” he smiles before attaching his mouth to my neck.
“What and you’re not?” I tease already unbuckling his pants. I push them partially down his hips, just enough so that his monster cock flops against my thigh. He feels much bigger than I would have imagined course he’s erect so that may give or take an inch still, that thing I said before about men and their cars…totally bogus if Max is any indication. And I almost want to push him away so I can get a better look.
I squelch the urge instead forming a tight ring with my fingers stroking him root to tip. He starts moving his hips creating a steady friction with my hands. His breath starts to puff in quick spurts against my skin and then I feel his teeth graze the sensitized flesh on my neck I immediately stop. Did he just bite me? “Sorry.” He mumbles against my skin and I’m sure I’d see the crimson in his cheeks if there were any light around us. When I just sit there not moving he says, “Well come on Princess don’t take the toys out if you’re not ready to play.”
I gently push him away just enough so he can see the silent challenge in my eye. Then I sit up completely to release the clasp and lower the zipper on my dress. He quickly helps me out of it I straddle his lap and his hands immediately move to my breasts.
Max rolls one distended nipple between his thumb and forefinger, while his mouth latches onto the other. If awards were given for sex this man should be given the Nobel Prize, because every little thing he does for me has me ready to cream my pants.
His left hand moves to the waistband of my panties, he hooks his fingers underneath and tugs roughly. He’s trying to get them off but the material just bites into my skin. My hands aren’t idle either as I pull the thin cotton of his undershirt up his chest. He stops in his ministrations briefly raising his arms so I can lift the shirt over his heads. When his chest is bare to me, I savor the muscles beneath a bed of tan skin.
Propping my back against his legs he returns to the Hoover action to my chest. I’m not complaining, but how can one man be so fascinated with a pair of mammary glands? So divine, so devastatingly bazaar the way his mouth fits ‘round I think I might come again. And when his pinky dips in my navel, I’m sure I will.
All muscle, big dick.
Can it get much better than this?
He been struggling with my thong to no avail, and now I’m annoyed too. Why’d I wear underwear again? He tugs once, twice, three times before the flimsy strings of black lace pops. “Sorry.” He says again.
“Forget it” I assure tossing the scrap over his shoulder.
I am completely bare to him and I can feel his erection grazing against the crack of my ass. I have to have him inside me now. “You’re dripping Parker.” He observes, his hand now playing between my folds. I pray he can’t see the color rise to my cheeks in the darkness. Obviously, he does because he says, “No I like it.” Dipping two fingers inside me.
I sigh gratuitously “Man you are tight… I have to have you now.” He utters and I barely register his quiet instructions. “Lift up.” I do and he hastily kicks his pants the rest of the way down and retrieves the little foil package.
I silently wonder, does everybody just walk around with these things in their back pocket, as if they’re breath mints or something.
I never knew the simple act of putting on a condom could be so sexy. I shiver watching him roll the latex over himself. He catches my eye, “Cold?” he quizzes. I shake my head before straddling him once again. It takes no time to line his dick with my opening. I hope he fits, and sure, enough I’m full to capacity when he plunges into me “You okay?” he asks when I don’t move.
I nod, simply acclimating myself to his length. I’ve never felt so full in all my life and I’ve ridden cock before. But Max, he must be touching my womb. “I’m fine,” I assure “you just feel different… not bad, just different.”
He smiles, “From Kyle?”
Instead of answering, I take his mouth and begin a steady rhythm with my hips, rolling them over him repeatedly. He meets my efforts with eager thrusts still it’s not enough. I whimper with frustration. And he takes my hips lifting them up them slamming them down against him again and again. “What princess, tell me what you need…anything.” He breathes
“I need you more… deeper, harder.” I utter and with one fluid motion, I’m on my back with Max pounding into me. Perfect, so good , so close, with each thrust he inches me closer and closer to the back door I try to grab onto something so I won’t hit my head and pass out before I can experience this no doubt mind blowing orgasm for the second time tonight. I feel sharp sting between my legs. What the hell was that?
Max peels his eyes open and looks down at me “The condom broke.”
“So…” I shrug,
“So, we have to stop Liz…” He insists.
“No!” I shout, perhaps a bit too eager. I know I’m throwing caution to the wind, it feels good and all, but some things are just plain stupid. This guy has been with how many different girls “I mean… I have something.”I say finally
He extracts himself from me careful not to spill the contents of the damaged condom, before rolling down and tossing it out the window.
I scramble around on the floor searching for my clutch. Once I spot it, I send out a prayer of thanks for Maria’s forethought and practically pull Max back to me by the dick. I almost can’t believe I’m behaving so wantonly but I tell you Max Evans has put a force on me.
I tare the package open with my teeth and this time I get to aid in the task of rolling the condom over him and that makes it even more sexy…If that were even possible.
Max hooks my knee, over his forearm as he spears me once again that massive peter of his. My thighs are practically against my chest as his hips pistons into me. I know I’ll be sore in the morning but right now, it feels too damn good to care. With my legs in this position, I can’t really help him so I simply reach down finger my clit and let him take the lead.
In the rear view mirror, I catch a glimpse of the sinewy muscle of his sweat slicked back as he rolls his hips against me. Man we make a kinky picture. My eyes drift closed with that image in my mind as my climax begins to take me. I feel my muscles start to contract all around him but I try to hold on because I know that he isn’t there yet. Eventually it’s too much and I explode with the intensity of it.
The hot electric energy starts in my center and radiates out from head to toe. When I come down from my high, I notice he still hasn’t climaxed. Never let it be said that Max Evans is a minute man. He’s looking at me with that devilish smirk. “Now that Princess is fucking. Have fun?”
I nod, “But what about you?”
“We’re getting to me,” He says and sure enough, we do as moments later I’m on all fours Max pounding into me from behind so hard I fear we’ll break the condom again. We don’t, and he works me up into another earth-shattering climax and this time he comes with me. He disposes of the condom the same way he did the other one and tangled together the two of fall into a sated sleep.
The next morning when I awake with Max’s arm draped possessively over me I start to feel like the slut that I am. There are no lustful feelings to sugar coat it. Not only did I sleep with the campus pimp but also I thoroughly enjoyed it. What does that make me? Less than a day ago, I was deeming Tess and the rest of those loose sorority girls the whore. I’m no better. It makes me a hypocrite.
When I Max wakes, we dress silently and he takes me back to campus. He pulls up in front of my dorm but before I get out I just have to say something “About last night Max… I think it would be best we just pretend it never happened.”
“Liz I…”
“There’s no need for a long drawn out explanation. It was something we both wanted I think…But it was still wrong. So we should just forget it. And I think it’d be better if we steer clear of one another for a while” I conclude and he looks visibly hurt. I don’t understand why though. I’m giving him and easy out “I mean I don’t care that you’re my big brother, I want you to be we should just probably try to avoid a repeat performance.”
He nods and I open the door preparing to exit. But before I can, he grabs my hand “Liz wait, just…if you ever do ever want to talk about it. I’m here I’ll always be here."
