The drunken jock, maybe a year short of being the stereotypical fratboy, said to Marjorie, "Hey baby, you have such a sweet ass."
Once again, the three voices in her head came into conflict. The voice of reason told her to lose this jerk. He was clearly drunk and he had only one thing on his mind. The schoolgirl voice told Marjorie that he was probably a football and therefore really popular. Being around him would make her popular, so she should stay with this guy. The dominatrix voice told Marjorie that he could get her into the party. Once in there, she could ditch him and find her first victim.
Marjorie, listening to the schoolgirl and dominatrix voices once again, stuck her ass out a little more to entice the jock. "Oh, you like?" The schoolgirl in her then giggled and gave a playful look at the jock. "I could show you even more, big boy." With this she turned towards him and stuck her chest way out. "If you can get me into the party over there, we can have a lot more fun.
The jock seemed dumbfounded. He said with a drunken slur, "Sure thang! Ize can gets us a room all to us. It be no problem."
Marjorie took him by the hand and started leading the jock towards the party. At the door, another big guy, presumably another football player, stopped him and said, "Hey Bob, who's this?"
"Aw Kevin, this is a friend of mine. We're gonna party."
Kevin told him, "I don't think its a good idea man." He pulled close to whisper in his ear, although Marjorie could still hear. "Dude, she's gotta be a freshman. Plus, Susan is inside. Remember Susan, your girlfriend, who wouldn't be happy with you bringing this girl here. I'll admit she's really hot, but you are drunk and you might do something you will regret later man."
With this Marjorie interrupted Kevin and told him, "Don't worry. This cutey will be safe with me."
Bob blinked twice and then muttered, "Uh, yeah, what the chick said. It'll be all good. You don't have to worry about me."
Marjorie and Bob entered the party. Inside it looked like the party was filled by all the football players and their dates along with other assorted friends of friends who made their way to the party. In any case, everyone here was, physically, at least 2 years older than Marjorie. Many of the guys wore their varsity football jerseys. All the girls were really hot and wore similar outfits to Marjorie, although none of them had quite the body she did nor did they pull off the outfit quite like she did.
As the two of them stood in the middle of a room that held nearly 30 drinking teenagers, Bob practically had to scream over the sea of voices. He said, "I'm gonna get us some drinks. You stay right here, sexy." Bob disappeared into another room that she assumed was serving drinks.
Sun Dec 23 01:27:23 2001