I shyly nod my head no. “Oh my god! We’ve got ourselves a first timer. You’re in for a long night, hun.” She holds her cup up. “Cheers!” s...e says as she taps it against mine and takes a long swig. I try to do the same, but I spill a bit all over my shirt. “By the way, what’s your name, cutie?”“Ash,” I mutter as I try to clean myself off.“Ahhh, you’re too cute,” she giggles as she grabs my hand and once again I find myself being dragged behind her. “Alyson! Beer Pong! Let’s pop these little. He made sure I didn't get back up from his punch. I am in decent shape, but I looked like a muscle-less sissy next to Mike, who was absolutely jacked. Mike was in our rival frat. His frat was definitely the "best" on campus but they were all meatheads and idiots. I regained my composure and stood up. It looked like I was crying but I wasn't. He had just hit me right between my eyes, right on the top of my nose so it produced tears. Either way, I looked pretty stupid. I could hear Mike's. But I like it. I put it on by touch, sliding the end through the little buckle until it fits comfortably. I make sure the tag is facing the right way, in the little hollow heart of my throat, and I lower my hands to his, feeling him now on my hips."It's perfect," he says. "Look."And I do, I move over to the dresser and look in the mirror. It matches my black hair, the silver gleaming brightly. It is perfect, it looks beautiful and I think it somehow makes me look beautiful too. For some reason. " OK, well let's get it done now then."I followed her up to Charlotte's room. She stood in the middle of the room looking at herself in a mirror and swirled around as we entered. She had a short skirt and a blouse on. The skirt swirled up and showed her panties, giving me a quick glimpse of her thighs, but fell back to its proper place all too soon."Oh, hi Robert," she said breathlessly and walked over to me, stood on tip toes and kissed my cheek."Why thank you," I said. "What was that for?".