Sorority Sisters Read Free Page B

No way,” he says just before he kisses me.
    I’m going to marry this man. We’ll be happy and have two kids and live a Technicolor life in the suburbs. He’ll be a great husband. He’ll work hard and have a good job and he’ll be a devoted father to our kids.
    He pulls back from our kiss and I press my face against his neck. “Do you think I’m pretty?” I ask as his hands slip under my shirt and move up to cup my breasts through the whisper-thin fabric of my bra. He unhooks my bra with ease born of practice.
    â€œYeah,” he says, thumbing my nipples.
    I can’t help wondering where Ingrid is and when she’s coming back. Greg lifts my shirt over my head and sticks a couple of his fingertips into the waistband of my pants. He’s looking at me expectantly. I make myself stop thinking about Ingrid.
    â€œI love you,” I say, wrapping one leg around him.
    â€œMe, too,” he says, unzipping his cords.
    Hey, I’ve been dating him almost a year and we’re in love. We’re going to get married. I’m not easy. I’m really not.
    Â * * *
    G oing to exchanges is getting a little old. I mean, I have studying to do and Greg to keep happy, and he is
not
happy about all this fraternity stuff. I didn’t get home from the Eta Epsilon Tau exchange until after eleven, which might not have been a problem except that I’d told him I only had to stay for an hour. Since it started at eight, he was pretty mad that I stayed longer than I had to. It was definitely a case of what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. The trouble was that I’d told him too much, he
knew
, and he was therefore hurt.
    My mom really has a gift.
    â€œI have a test tomorrow. This is going to be a short night for me. How about you? Are you going to stay long?” Ellen says.
    I look down at Ellen. She’s sitting on the arm of the couch on the long wall of the Beta Pi living room, looking up at me. I’m standing because I’m wearing a dress that wrinkles under a hard glance. Ellen’s eyes are an amazing shade of blue, almost an aquamarine. She’s pretty, but she doesn’t really act like it. Not like Diane Ryan. Diane knows she’s a fox and she acts like it. Ellen just seems to ignore it. It’s all very weird. If I were gorgeous, I would definitely know it and act like it.
    â€œProbably not,” I say. “I’m getting tired. I think I need a night off from all this playing. I’m out of shape.”
    She laughs and recrosses her legs. Ellen’s wearing black pants, very snugly fitted through the hips, with a pale blue blouse tucked in. A narrow black leather belt at her waist and a thin gold chain at her throat complete the outfit.
    â€œDo you know any Rho Delts?” she asks.
    I shake my head. “I don’t know anyone on The Row.”
    â€œSame here. Have you met anyone you liked?”
    I met an EE Tau I sort of liked at an exchange, but I haven’t seen him since, and I did kind of look. “I have a boyfriend.”
    â€œIs he in a fraternity?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œPlanning to rush one?”
    â€œNo.”
    Ellen nods, her brows raised a bit. “How’s he feel about all this?”
    â€œHe’s okay with it,” I say. He is, basically. Mostly because we don’t talk about it. Greg just sort of refuses to talk about it, and really, it’s probably for the best. What could I say to make him feel better? Ignorance is bliss, right? “Do you have a boyfriend?” I ask.
    Ellen chuckles. “No. Not that I wouldn’t mind one.”
    â€œYou haven’t seen anything that rings your chimes at any of these exchanges?”
    â€œWell,” she says, rearranging her gold necklace so that the clasp is at the back of her neck, “the free beer’s not bad.”
    â€œGod, I thought you’d be there by now and I’d have to walk in alone,”