Cassie McDougal and her soon-to-be-ex-roommate, Leilani Kealoha, looked up at the Greek letters on the facade of the house: Ε Δ. 

“Is this the place?” Leilani’s brother Liko asked as he caught up with them. 

“Yup, Epsilon Delta,” Cassie confirmed. “That’s Greek for E D. Let’s check it out.” 

The two young women had received their undergraduate degrees from MIT earlier that day; Cassie had majored in Computer Science with a minor in Information Systems and Leilani had majored in Urban Planning with a minor in Journalism. They had never attended a frat party before, but one of their classmates had made a point of inviting them.

The girls had ditched their caps and gowns and were wearing casual summer clothes. Leilani wore a strapless dress with a floral pattern of pale pink orchids over a white background. Cassie wore a snug pink cropped tank top with “MIT” stretched out across her small but saucy tits, and of course had paired that with tight dungaree cutoffs that set off her firm ass to full advantage. The older generation said it was a faux pas to wear white shoes before Memorial Day or after Labor Day; Cassie wore Levi’s hot pants every day in between.

The sounds of raucous laughter and The Doors’ L.A. Woman poured out of the open windows as they climbed the steps and stood at the front door uncertainly. “There’s no sense in knocking,” Cassie observed before turning the doorknob and pushing the door open. “Let’s head in.”

The three of them stood in the entryway for a moment, getting their bearings.

“Lani! Cassie!” shouted a young man with a mop of wavy brown hair in a green button-down shirt.

“Marcus!” Cassie beamed, running her fingers through her mane of flaming red hair. “This is quite a shindig!”

“It’s pretty wild,” Marcus laughed. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Marcus, this is my little brother Liko,” Leilani chimed in. “He and my parents flew all the way from Hawai’i for graduation.”

“And your parents left you unsupervised with these two?” Marcus chuckled.

“Yeah, they went back to the hotel and crashed,” Liko grinned. “Hawai’i is six hours behind, so they feel like they woke up at 1 AM this morning.”

“But this guy can power through,” Leilani giggled while giving her brother a noogie. “He’s only nineteen—plenty of energy to burn.”

“Well then, he’s legal to drink, so we don’t have anything to worry about there,” Marcus concluded. “Follow me into the other room and I’ll get you each a cup.”

There were bottles of hard alcohol arrayed on a sticky table, as well as two kegs of beer on the floor.

“I’ll stick to beer,” Cassie said, accepting her clear plastic cup with a smile. “This looks like it could be a long ride.”

Lani and Liko agreed, and they eventually got their cups filled.

“All right,” Marcus cracked, “I’ve done my duty as host. Go mingle and have fun, and we can meet up again later.”

The three guests did as instructed, wandering around the house sipping their beers and exchanging congratulations with other students. Leilani began chatting with a fellow journalism student as Liko drained his cup.

“I’m going to get a refill,” he announced.

“I’ll come with you,” Cassie offered. Her cup was still half full, but she figured they should use the buddy system just in case some meathead got scrappy with Liko. MIT wasn’t generally a place for meatheads, but a frat party with an open bar was the most likely setting to bring them out of hiding.

After filling his cup again, Liko asked “So, what’s next for you? Lani says you’re moving out of the apartment.”

“Yup, I got a job with DEC,” Cassie pronounced it deck, “Digital Equipment Corporation. It’s in Maynard, twenty miles west of here, so I’m going to move out there and hope for the best. There’s a house for rent on a lake in Stow, the next town over; I’m going to check it out this weekend.”

“Sounds like you have it all figured out,” Liko said with a small smile.

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far,” Cassie giggled. “Come on, let’s go find Lani.”

When they got back to where they had left her, they found that Leilani was deep in conversation with Marcus, clutching his bicep and laughing at something he said.

“Hold up,” Liko warned, as he clutched Cassie’s elbow. She made a show of looking down at his hand, then up at his face with one eyebrow raised. “Sorry,” he blurted as he released her from his grip.

“Relax, I’m just giving you a hard time,” Cassie teased.

“So, is Marcus hot for Lani?” Liko asked suspiciously before taking a big swig of beer.

“I wasn’t sure before because he made it very clear that he was inviting us both, but it looks like she got the actual invitation and I was the plus one,” Cassie giggled. “Let’s give them some privacy,” she added solemnly, fully aware that there were a dozen other people in the room.

They turned and wandered into the main hallway. Liko finished his second beer as Cassie finished her first, then a pained expression crossed his face.

“Problem?” Cassie inquired.

“Well, I drank a couple of Cokes this afternoon,” Liko began.

“I know, you were excited because you don’t drink a lot of it back home.”

“Yeah, it’s a bit of a luxury item in Hilo, so I maybe overdid it today,” Liko explained. “And with those two beers…” he trailed off cryptically.

“You’re wondering where to find a bathroom!” Cassie hooted.

“‘Ae,” Liko grinned. Ah-eh, yes.

“Let’s try upstairs,” Cassie directed. “That’s where the bedrooms will be.” She followed Liko up the stairs, noticing that he was walking gingerly.

“Jiminy Crickets, that hit you fast, didn’t it?” she bantered.

“‘Ae,” Liko replied with a weak smile as he limped along the second-floor hallway, weaving his way around partygoers and trying not to get elbowed. He sighed with relief when he came to an empty bathroom. He entered and turned to close the door but was surprised to see that Cassie had followed right behind him.

“I’ll be okay by myself for a minute; you don’t have to watch over me,” he joked as he started unbuckling his belt.

Cassie closed the door behind her and turned the lock. “Liko…” she began.

“Yeah?” he replied, confused and somewhat impatient as he unbuttoned his jeans.

“...I like to watch boys pee.”

“Huh!” Liko was surprised but didn’t flinch as Cassie held his gaze.

“...and sometimes I like to feel their pee on my body.”

“Huh!” Liko involuntarily flicked a glance down at the front of Cassie’s tight tank top before re-establishing eye contact as he unzipped his fly.

“...but right now,” Cassie continued as she knelt on the bathmat and held her empty cup out, “I want to drink your pee.”

“Huh!” Liko grunted one last time, fishing his brown dick out of his underwear and aiming it at the cup. “Well, I can’t wait any longer, so here goes.”

Cassie stared cross-eyed at Liko’s pee hole, which immediately opened and released a golden cascade into the cup. She felt its heat radiating through the thin plastic, warming her hand as she listened to the sound gradually rise to a higher pitch and watched the waterline rise concurrently.

“‘Ae!” Cassie gushed enthusiastically as Liko’s piss gushed into the flimsy plastic cup.

“Cassie, it’s gonna overflow!” Liko began panicking.

“Don’t worry, this is a sixteen-ounce cup. It’ll be fine,” Cassie reassured him. In the end, she was right; there was still a good half-inch of space at the top when Liko’s bladder was fully empty.

“Whew,” Liko exhaled. “I needed that.” He fastened his pants and belt as he watched Cassie carefully rise to her feet, holding his fourteen fluid ounces in front of her like a sacred artifact. “So, are you gonna just…” he trailed off, vaguely waving a hand towards the cup.

“Fuck it!” Cassie laughed. “I want everyone to see!” She unlocked the door and stepped into the crowded hallway where people were talking and laughing too loudly, lubricated by alcohol and marijuana, many of them shirtless.

“Everybody!” she shouted. “Everybody!”

People turned their bleary eyes to Cassie, who held the cup in the air over her head.

“This is not beer! Well, it used to be beer. But this is his pee!” she announced, indicating Liko with a flourish of her other hand. “And I’m going to drink the whole thing!”

“Ah, yer fulla shit!” a blonde girl sneered. “Lemme take a whiff.” Cassie held the cup out at nose level for her. “Holy crap, she ain’t kiddin’!”

After a few seconds of stunned silence, someone in the back began chanting “Chug. Chug. Chug. Chug.” Others joined in until it seemed that everyone was caught up in the moment.

Cassie raised the glass in acknowledgement, then brought it to her lips and swallowed a mouthful, coughing and spluttering.

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” the crowd roared, Liko included.

“C’mon, Red, bottoms up!” her erstwhile quality control inspector egged her on.

Cassie exhaled, then brought the cup to her lips again and swallowed. And swallowed. And swallowed, chugging the twelve remaining ounces of fresh steaming piss in one go.

The hallway exploded with cheers as she tipped her empty cup upside-down, with only a drop or two dripping out onto her foot, and let rip an enormous belch.

“BUUURRRPPP!”

Blondie stepped forward and said “Damn, Red, that was somethin’!” before planting a kiss on Cassie’s lips and laughing as she melted away into the crowd. Cassie received numerous high-fives and pats on the shoulder as she stumbled towards the stairs with Liko guiding her by the elbow.

When they reached the room where they had left Leilani, they didn’t see her but they did see Marcus. As they approached him, they found Lani kneeling in front of him wearing only her white cotton panties, sucking his cock like it was an oxygen tank and she was an astronaut on Apollo 13.

“Hey, Marcus!” Cassie howled with laughter. “I see you two are getting along well.”

Marcus gave her a lopsided grin and took another look at Lani’s ripe, mango-sized tits before he rolled his eyes back into his head and groaned as he pumped a half dozen spurts of thick, slick cum into her mouth and down her throat. She smacked her lips in distaste and looked up at him.

“Ugh, that was bitter. I think you’ve been drinking too much coffee.”

“Sorry about that,” Marcus apologized in a daze. “Cramming for final exams.”

Liko stepped forward and smirked. “Hey, Sis, nice work.” Turning to Cassie, he said, “You know, I don’t have that problem.”

“Oh, yeah?” Cassie challenged him.

“Nope. I don’t drink Kona coffee. I eat a lot of pineapple, and that gives me the sweetest cum you’ll ever taste,” he grinned.

Cassie pulled her tank top up over her head, exposing her little titties, and tossed it on the floor next to Lani’s crumpled dress. Kneeling on the floor in front of Liko, she looked up at him and flashed a dazzling smile.

“Prove it.”