She stripped naked. Becky turned the shower on and looked in the mirror at her nude curves before stepping in the shower. Tonight was the big game for her Cougars. Where she slept was decked out in school colors: red and white. She left the shower curtain open. She was kind of in a rush and she liked to dance naked in the shower, leaving the mirror open. As she twerked in the shower, she heard this from one of her sorority sisters:
“You dancing in the shower again?! Hurry up already!”
Becky laughed. “Damn, I wish I was thick.”
Becky came from an environment that was not like the other sisters. She picked that college because of their diversity after high school. She admitted she was bitchy. She needed to mature. She needed a change. However, sometimes that insecurity peeked out of her. After she was done in the shower, she put on her lip gloss; red was the color of her lipstick as she puckered her lips in the mirror as she put it on slowly.
Red was also the color of jealousy as she rocked her hips in her dress that showed off her shiny legs and her assets just enough. She turned around and looked at her body. She knew she looked good in it. But, how good enough? She rocked her hips one last time in the mirror before leaving.
“Hurry your ass up, Becky!”
“Bitch, I’m coming!”
However, red was also the color of drunken lust at a football game.
Becky was a smart, pretty girl who just happened to be a sorority chick. Not one of these stereotypical “Phi Beta Bitch” sluts. Boys looked at her with that predatory look in their eye and thought: 'You're a freak, ain't you?' She hated that tired trope about sorority girls. She wasn't like those other bitches.
She was one of those bitches in a past life. She loved her sorority sisters, but that wasn’t her. At least, not anymore. That was until tonight. She arrived at the game midway through the first quarter. Her beloved team was losing by two touchdowns.
At the game, she said exasperatedly and slightly tipsily, “Why are we losing? Somebody, anybody, tell me why the fuck we are losing?!"
Little did she know; she was being watched by some boys behind her who wanted to score also.
Red was the color of passion. Touchdown after touchdown, the team eventually made up the deficit. As the quarterback ran for his life to the end zone, she celebrated with her friends as it happened. The home team prevailed and won in dramatic fashion. However, the boys were borderline ogling at her, as her cute breasts bounced.
The boys looked like frat bros to her. She knew all too well. They were waiting on her. They had a collective look of hunger on their face. She was drunk, not stupid. The bros were easily drunk. They looked at her plump, tight rump sashaying in the distance. She could tell they struggled to keep it in the pants. One was biting his lip.
One said to his bros, "Look at her."
“I’d like to get under that,” Another one said.
The house on campus she lived on was a long way away. Some of her friends didn’t live on campus. She was still riding on a high. Their beloved team was still undefeated. Before long, they had to go their separate ways. She was a big girl, she thought. She was just a little drunk is all. Until... A Hyundai rolled up on Becky.
One of the bros asked her suavely, “Baby girl, do you need a ride?"
She respectfully declined. They asked again. She decided against it.
“You know what, fuck it,” Becky said.
Next thing she knew, she got in the back of the car.
“Hey, baby girl, what’s good?" The driver said.
“Why don’t you go chill with us?" Another one remarked.
Two of them had their hands on her milky thighs. She realized they had that predatory look. They stopped the car suddenly. They pulled over. She looked him in the eyes.
“Damn, Becky, what’s up?” One said.
“Yeah, we just wanted to chat,” Another one continued. “We just wanted to know if the rumors are true."
“Hold up, how you know my name?” Becky said.
“We’ve seen you around. At frat parties, various other functions, etc. Don’t you have a boyfriend in the military?” The driver said.
“A little birdie in your house told us,” His friend said.
“Yeah.”
“So, we don’t want to hurt you. We just want to know if the rumors are true.”
“What rumors?” Becky said.
They looked her up and down. Becky’s hand strayed to the crotch of the only one keeping quiet. He looked young.
“What rumors?” Becky said, to the young one. She was relatively surprised at his arousal.
“Basically… they want to know…”
“I know. Being in a sorority comes with the territory. What’s your name, sweetie?” Becky said to the young one.
“Ryan. That’s Chase, that’s Logan, that’s Thad,” He stammered.
“And I’m Tucker Knight, pleased to be of your acquaintance.”
“Well, you see, boys… I can be.”
All of the bros had a surprised look on their face.