I was stumped. If it was Beth, Cindy or Suzanne, I’d be fine. I would just explain to Harper Greg’s ‘free pass’ arrangement. I thought about it for two seconds and remembered Angie got an equal number of passes. Nope, Harper wasn’t getting any free passes. She might just use them.
“Do I even want to know?” I asked.
“Cora,” was Pam’s one-word answer.
Her sister was an older version of Pam. She was a knockout who was currently decimating the fraternities at State. Cora was a slut, but a picky slut, according to Pam. She only went after the best guys. Her problem was she got bored with them when they couldn’t keep up.
“What about Cora? I hope she isn’t expecting a repeat of the three of us being together,” I worried.
Pam gave me a wicked smile.
“Quit your complaining. I was there, remember? You’d do it again in a heartbeat,” Pam said, challenging me to deny it.
I tried to act tough, but knew she was right. I was sure Pam would have used her sister to get into my pants if she thought it would work. She still wasn’t completely on board with Harper being my girlfriend, as it meant no random hookups. The girls had started calling Harper directly, and lucky for me, Harper enjoyed the byplay. She had no intention of letting me play with any of them right now. I didn’t complain because Harper was more than enough for me, even if I only saw her on weekends.
“I choose not to answer,” I said to evade her. “What does Cora want?”
“You know she’s pledging a sorority, right?”
I nodded.
“Normally pledge activities are tame. I know you’ve probably read some Penthouse Letters or been on the Internet and read stories about the wild things sororities get up to,” she said.
I wasn’t about to deny it. I think every boy my age had read something along those lines. I just shrugged.
“Well, get your dirty thoughts out of your head. Sororities are about sisterhood and making the most out of the college experience.”
“We both know Cora is ‘experiencing’ college. What does all this have to do with me?” I asked.
“Sorry, guess I should just tell you. Cora has been a bad influence on her pledge class,” Pam said, and then looked up at me.
“And?” I encouraged her.
She tilted her head down, bit her lower lip, and glanced around. I thought about getting up right then but was too curious to leave without knowing what Cora had cooked up.
Pam leaned forward and made sure I was the only one who could hear her. “She wanted me to have you invite yourself and four of the guys from your baseball team to her sorority for a party Saturday night after your tournament,” she said.
“I’m sure the guys would enjoy it. I’m just concerned it’s too late a notice. They might have plans for after the games.”
“There’s more,” Pam said, getting my full attention. “Cora told me the theme of the party is ‘Fresh Meat.’ The pledges plan to hook up with your guys for an anonymous one-night stand. Cora assured the pledges she could find guys they wouldn’t run into on campus.”
I rocked back into my chair. Pam gave me a confused look when I got out my phone and sent a text. She was even more confused when Tim and Bill came over and joined us.
“We have a dilemma,” I told the guys. “Pam’s sister is in a sorority, and they want five guys from the team to come over Saturday night after the tournament to have sex with them.”
Pam blushed and gave me a dirty look.
“Hey, it’s what it boils down to,” I defended myself.
“I guess, but the way you described it sounds bad,” Pam complained.
“David, are you bullshitting us?” Tim asked.
He had a point. This would make a heck of a joke. Was Cora pulling one over on us? I looked at Pam questioningly; I could imagine the sorority girls would think it would be fun to torment high school boys.
“What do you think? Is Cora just getting us there to punk us?” I asked Pam.
“No. My sister might do something like that, but she was way too excited about the prospect of having no-strings sex with the guys. Now, would the older girls play a trick on you guys and the pledge class? Maybe,” she agreed.
“We could get into so much trouble,” Bill worried.
Tim and I looked at each other and then gave him a look. Bill slapped his forehead.
“I know, I’m such a wuss, but you both know Moose would never let us play baseball again if we got caught.”
“Moose said we’d get kicked off if we got caught drinking or doing drugs. He never said anything about getting laid,” Tim reasoned.
“Would Cora make sure there was no booze or drugs at the party?” I asked.
Pam got up and called her sister. That gave us a chance to really talk.
“Part of me says this is a REALLY bad idea. The other part of me says I’ll regret it if we don’t do it. If I had to decide right now, I’d say we go for it,” I shared.
“What about Harper?” Tim said, ruining my bravado.
Both Tim and Bill smiled at me. I pulled my phone out and called her.
“I was packing to come see you,” Harper shared with me.
“What would you think about going with me to a sorority sex party Saturday night?” I asked.
Tim and Bill’s eyes got very big.
Harper had a lot of questions and I didn’t have answers. Pam came back to the table, so I handed the phone to her. She blushed when she found out it was my girlfriend on the line. She did the smart thing and gave her Cora’s number.
“I thought you wore the pants in your relationship,” Tim teased me.
“Dude, if I went behind her back and went to a sex party without her, she wouldn’t be my girlfriend come Sunday,” I explained.
“Is this how you manage all your friends?” Bill asked.
“Sneaking around is the quickest way to screw up a relationship. If any of the guys we decide to join us are dating anyone, I would suggest they come clean before they do anything. They still might lose their girlfriend, but I will guarantee they’ll be in more trouble if they get caught cheating,” I explained.
“David’s right. He’s always up-front with his friends, and they appreciate it,” Pam said, and then realized what she’d indirectly admitted to.
The guys looked at both of us and grinned.
“You two settle down. If I hear anything concerning Pam and me, I’ll have Cassidy come and find you,” I threatened.
“All you had to do was ask. Making threats wasn’t necessary,” Tim said.
“I agree, we’re good,” Bill assured us.
My phone rang. It was Harper.
“I swear, you’re such a slut. I have no idea why I put up with you,” she started.
“Because I’m your slut.”
The guys mimed grinding and I gave them a hard look.
“Would you be disappointed if we went and you weren’t allowed to partake in any of the girls?” she asked.
“No,” I answered without hesitation.
“What if I decided to go off with one of the guys, would you have a problem with it?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“If we go, you’d be fine if we were exclusive?”
“Yes. I keep telling you, we’re together,” I assured her.
“In that case, we’ll go. Put Pam back on the phone. I need to know what to wear,” Harper ordered me.
I handed the phone to Pam, then turned to the guys and gave them the thumbs-up.
“Seriously, you just talked your girlfriend into going with you to a sex party?” Bill asked in shock.
“We talked about our expectations and agreed to what we would and wouldn’t allow for each of us to do. You might want to try talking to your partner sometime. You might be surprised by what they’ll say if you give them a chance.”
The look they both gave me said they’d never even considered doing something like I’d just done. I was glad Greg had trained me well, or I might have been in trouble with Harper right now.
“So, are we doing this?” Tim asked.
“I say yes,” I voted.