We had this tradition of daring each other to do crazy things, and I was regarded as the “bravest” one in our sorority house. We did some ...eally strange things, like betting each other who could seduce which professors, or who could have sex with the oldest man. (By the way, I won that one. My sex partner was 79!) This story really starts with a visit from the president of our sister sorority at UCLA. She came to talk to us about a problem they were having with their house. It seems. “Phew!” she gasped. “I’d better go before I completely lose control and drag you inside.”“The house?” I asked with a grin I hoped was lascivious.“That as well!” she returned brazenly and then gave me a sultry look from beneath her eyelashes. The girl had no reticence: straight as a die! With potential naughtiness!“That’s almost an offer, and I couldn’t possibly refuse, so I’d better go.”“I suppose so. You must know I’m not usually this forward on a first date.”“If that’s the case, I can’t wait. I told him about the times when I said I would be with the girls when I was actually with them. I told him about the many times I would excuse myself to the bathroom during our parties, only to sneak away from him to have a quick fuck with his friends. I told him about the gangbangs (yes, plural). He listened, his face red hot, his pursed lips hiding his clenched teeth. I was shaking throughout the entire conversation. Over the past several months, I had never thought about or could have. “Greg where were you?” she asked with genuine concern. Now I had to be wise about this. I could lie and avoid embarrassment or I could tell her the truth. I decided a lie would be better so I told her I had to take a phone call from a friend going through a break up. She accepted this and I got more involved in the group. She stayed by my side most of the night as the group started to drift away to bed. Eventually it was just three of us awake at midnight, the CO, me and Sarah. The CO ordered.