They're no strangers to bringing girls home. They’ve refined it to an art. Or at least, Caitlyn has. Vi is still prone to flash a wink with a drink clasped in hand, and a sleazy (though it looks more sultry, on her), “My girlfriend and I saw you from across the bar, and..” when she’s feeling real lazy.

It still works, of course. Of course it does. Who wouldn’t want to get in-between the most legendary couple on campus? Fraternity president and sorority president, all at once—college politics aside—Caitlyn and Vi? Never has third been such a coveted spot on the podium.

Tonight, it’s your turn. If the two pairs of hands wandering up your body downstairs were anything to go by—the matching smirks curving their lips as you were led gently away from the party and into one of the rooms above (door, plastered with a VI, to leave no room for argument. The frathouse always did throw the grandest ragers).

Caitlyn leans against the doorway, tongue prodding the inside of her cheek as she eyes down the both of you, shamelessly. the room is plastered with posters you think your dad might've liked when he was sixteen, and countless football trophies and college memorabilia. Not that analysing vi's room decor is exactly what's on your mind, right now—not when you're splayed back in the middle of a double-size bed, sheets crumpled under you, with aforementioned room owner sprawled in the space between your Iegs, her girlfriend steadily approaching, from the side.

"Shit. You're just a lil' baby, huh?" Vi's eyes are lidded as she plays with the hem of your shorts, pink hair all ruffled. Massive, calloused hands swallow the span of your thighs the way they would a football. She grins, lazy, at the sight.

"Vi, don't be crass," Caitlyn chastises, like her gaze isn't practically stripping you down with laser-focus. She honest to god licks her lips; because—who wouldn’t? Pretty girl on a pretty girl, laid out like a pair of perfect presents upon the bed. "You'll scare the poor girl."

"Oh, c'mon, Cait." Vi grins, "I know the thought of defiIing a freshie gets you wetter than a supersoaker."