Thread: BEdZ Fraternity... open for business

Aaron rounded the corner as the unfamiliar female voice rang out, calling for Chris. Uh, sorry, Chris doesn't seem to be here at the moment. I'm Aaron, how are you? Can I help you? he asked warmly. He was immediately captivated by her green eyes. There was a depth and beauty to them that made him lose his train of thought for just a moment. As she told him her name, Kari, he recognized her as the new girl, a freshman, that Chris had described meeting when he was doing orientation for the newer students earlier in the week. He was sure how old she was, but she looked too young to be on a college campus... but who knows? As she looked around the entrance of the frat house, he took a quick glance over her body, liking, immensely, everything that he saw. Aaron was an el-ed major, and hoped that talking about kids might open up a common thread of conversation, but as he glanced her over, his eyes dwelt a second too long on her breasts. Damn! I want a piece of that , he thought to himself. Then his eyes went to hers, and she was looking straight at him. She'd caught his lustful stare. He was blushing, but since he was black... well, it was hard to tell. Kyrin was off the bike, taking her helmet off and flipping her hair, and leaning with her back against the tree before Ty even knew they had stopped. He had been scared shitless by the hair-raising ride, but he wasn't about to let her know. He tried to be nonchalent as he got off the bike and removed his helmet. He sat in front of her, Indian style, and peered into her violet eyes. He wasn't sure if she felt it, but he was instantly aware of a chemistry here it got strongest, for him, as his hands gripped her waist on the bike. So, tell me about Kyrin Jones, he invited. Tell me what makes her tick. Unconsciously he licked his lips as he studied her. Back in the early 90's, the national BEZ organization began to crack down on their houses at universities across the nation, seeking to limit the amount of alcohol consumption. The death of a junior, Rich Daniels, at the house at the University of San Antonio led to sweeping reforms. The BEZ house at State had been especially resistant to new alcohol consumption limits, so a nanny of sorts was hired to give oversight, coordinate cleaning and meals at the house, and generally limit the amount of alcohol flowing through the house. A Ms. Rebeccca Darlington was hired for this express purpose five years earlier and had done a great job establishing order and some level of discipline without being stifling. Little was known by the men of the house besides the fact that she was divorced at some point earlier in her life, and remained warm but somewhat elusive. Ms. Darlington was 42 years old, and maintained a pleasing figure. Her hair was dark and short, and she wore a minimum of make-up. Under her direction, the flow of alcohol nearly dried up, but was replaced by another kind of thirst... a different manifestation of desire... and that thirst was for sex. As long as no women were abused or hurt in any way in the house, there was no restriction on the flow of females into the house, at any time... or males, either, for that matter. And for all the wanton sexuality flowing through the BEdZ house, Ms. Darlington was never known to partake in any of it herself. She managed to keep a kind of professional distance from the boys, really, who lived there... boys when compared to her age. Well, that would be a distance between herself and nearly all the boys, that is. There were two who seemed to be... her pets.