She failed to run into her dream boy. Her skirt swayed as she hurried to the main entrance, and eagerly scanned the room. Keri needed to seem inconspicuous so that it would seem like an accident if she ran into him…
Her hopes were dashed, he wasn't there!
She wondered around the general area hoping to find him, or anyone from his entourage. Keri searched for some time, in the meantime she played with her phone so it wouldn't look like she was intentionally stalking someone.
Eventually, she had to accept defeat. But not all hope was lost. She was so focused on the present moment, she had forgotten that there was another opportunity to meet this beautiful creature.
Keri had completely forgotten that there was a game that night, one where Zachary Hugh would be playing. She figured she would go, if only because she genuinely enjoyed watching them… Or so she kept telling herself.
That evening she went alone, despite her pleas to her roomie to join her. It was eight o'clock in the evening, and Keri squeezed her legs together while sitting on the stadium bleachers. The crowd was ecstatic as the football game met its third quarter. The two rival teams were the house of Denim and the House of Contact. Their official team names were the Blues and the Black Jacks. Every fraternity had their own sports teams, most the sororities had their own divisions as well, but the Rachelle Institute was one of the few that had yet to establish its own.
It was agonizing, just watching the ball games. Keri wished she could participate; if not in football, maybe one of the other sporting leagues, like softball or something else. She cursed to herself while thinking of the dueling sports on campus, her injuries would never allow her to perform in them like before. Even if she were healed enough, her sorority was reluctant to entertain the notion of letting any of their members compete.
Maybe one day the Rachele institute would make a change, but not today. Still, it could be worse. At least she could still workout and vent her frustrations on punching bags whenever she chose. Her mind wondered to her last encounter in the gym; a knot grew in the pit of her stomach, just thinking about having Brutus's hands on her. She forced herself back to reality as the crowds roared around her.
Keri stood up to cheer the Blues breakthrough against their opponents defensive lines; the quarterback charging down the field with reckless abandon. She felt a cool breeze brush up between her legs, and regretted standing so quickly. At least her leggings kept her thighs warm, but the skirt wasn't helping. She was beyond feeling shameful for her appearance, and had come to simply accept it.
As the sounds of the fans died down, Keri sat back onto the bleachers; at least the bleachers were heated. When the crowd surging around her settled, she could see that the Blues were successful! The runner had scored the touchdown, and was show-boating in the end field. The crowd yelled his name over and over again. Zach! Zach! Zach! She studied him, and admired his ferocity. He had taken several hits on his way to the goal line, and shrugged them off like it was nothing.
The next play ended just the same. Zachary took four big steps back, even abandoning the protection of his pocket. Rather than throw the ball deep, he feigned a short pass, and ran forward in full sprint. He took advantage of the spread out defensive line, and broke through it. Just like before, his speed amazed her. As he scored his second touchdown of the night, Keri found herself chanting his name as well.
He wouldn't make a third; the Black Jacks caught on to their strategy, and put pressure on Zachery every single time after that. But still, the threat of his presence alone allowed the Blues to try new strategies. In the end it was a close match, with the Blues wining by a field goal from the forty yard line, followed by fireworks lighting up the skies.
Keri wished her roommate would've joined her, or any other Rachelle for that matter. For some reason, most of her sorority sisters didn't like going to them. Although, now that she thought about it, it might've been better she came alone. What could an older sister get away with if one of them elected to accompany her? The temptation for them could've been irresistible.
With the game over, Keri remained seated long enough to watch both teams march off the field. Her eyes remained glued onto their sophomore quarterback; she felt a tingle stirring from deep within her gut. She had butterflies in her stomach, and felt hot all of a sudden as her heart raced. Keri Pryde bit her lip, and couldn't keep her eyes off of him until he had left the field. It took a moment for her to collect herself and get back on her feet. Once she had collected herself, she finally decided it was best to make her way back to her dorm. Maybe some alone time would do her some good.
Once Keri was a few blocks away, she ran into someone she recognized.
"Hey Keri!" Sena Fuller was dragging a large school bag behind her, when she witnessed her approach. "What are you doing so late?"
The last time she saw her fellow sister, Sena was performing oral sex to someone in the science hall, and now she was in the middle of what appeared to be another order. Her deep blue eyes, and gorgeous red hair, seemed alive and full of energy, even in the gloom. Her glasses were slightly crooked from the strain of what she was carrying, and her blouse was very loose, exposing her shoulders. Keri couldn't help but also notice the dry leftovers of someone's semen glazed over her cleavage, and tried to pretend she didn't notice it. She was just happy to see a friendly face.
"Hey Sena, just watched the game! It was awesome, you should have been there." Keri embraced her, which nearly made Sena drop the bags. "What are you carrying?"
"Marsha's laundry… And six others. It's just orders you know. Got to do what they say." Sena shrugged, and seemed up-beat about her predicament. "I mean, I know it's just a little light hazing, but how could she have so much clothes!" The duffel bag was nearly twice her size! But, then again, Sena was small to begin with. She was just barely a few inches shorter than herself.
"Trust me, it could be worse." Keri realized how stupid that sounded, and her eyes drifted to the dried jizz on Sena's chest. "Why don't you let me help with that?"
"No don't! I was told not to have any help whatsoever, or to shower…" Sena grinned. "But thanks anyway." With a struggled arm-swing, Sena threw the huge duffel-bag over her shoulder again. "But hey, let's meetup back in my room later! Marsha promised to have a party for us once this was done."
The idea of spending time with Sena was appealing, but not so much with Marsha. She didn't know her well, and had no idea if she would invite seniors. However, there wouldn't be any boys there, so at least she wouldn't have to give anyone a blowjob. Keri weighed the risks; it might be kinda fun, if there was alcohol.
Sena seemed to notice her apprehension. "Oh come on, it'll be fun! I'm talking music, and vodka, and just us sisters! You should totally join us! Marsha even has a karaoke machine!"
Seeing Sena's overjoyed face was making it too hard to say no. "Ok, ok."
Sena smiled with joy. "I love the leggings by the way! They're cute."
Keri sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "If you say so."
The two laughed at their predicaments before parting ways. Sena towards the laundry facility, and Keri toward her inner sanctuary. She had never tried karaoke before, and looked forward to seeing what all the fuss was about later that night.