The man whocould dish it out but not take it would remember every single laughingpledge in the house tonight. They would pay for laughing at her joke....ow dare the ones who wanted his approval not go with the natural orderof things. Brothers laugh at pledges, not the other way around.The brother who was praying for relief saw his deus ex machina come intothe room, BNB, short for Bad News Bradshaw. He was the president of thefrat and got his nickname for if you got on his shit list it was badnews. When she reached the window, she gently pushed on it. It was latched. She tried a second and then a third. She was relieved to find the third one unlatched. She winced as is squeaked, but opened. She pulled her self up by her arms and slipped through, dropping silently into the darkness. Her sneakers thumped as they made contact with the building's concrete floor. She quickly slipped behind a row of boxes just inside the window.As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she glanced around the room.. She picks up the soap and washes my back, then down my sides and legs, her hand brushing against my balls every now and then. I feel her breath of the back of my neck as she reaches round me, her breasts slippery against my back, "my turn" she whispers in my ear.I turn around and look her up and down, her breasts glossy from the water, nipples erect with little bubbles of soap on them, and give her a deep kiss. I then take the soap and start washing her front, across her belly, her skin. She smiled back at him, idly fiddling with his hair. He was so cute.They lay there for a while, spent, but happy, and at peace. The afternoon sun floating in from the window added to the serenity.She then pulled the covers over them both as their bodies began to cool, and they rested comfortably in each other's arms. They were both sticky with drying sweat, and there was a large pool of semen that had leaked out from inside her, covering her crotch and wetting the sheets, but neither of them.