Well, now Jordan was annoyed. She'd gone to the party at the very frenzied and demanding request of her roommate, who'd promptly abandoned her as soon as she found a cute guy worth her attention. Which left Jordan alone. At a frat party. It didn't help that it was her ex boyfriend's frat, she could hear his voice among the obnoxious guys chanting, "Chug! Chug! Chug!"<br/><br/>The breakup was recent enough that she hadn't wanted to leave her dorm. She'd just wanted to grab a bottle of wine, watch bad romance movies, and sulk, but her roommate had insisted she dress up and "get her 'move on' on!" Obnoxious. But she'd been lonely, so she went, donning her shortest skirt and a pretty risque crop-top in the hopes of making her ex jealous when he inevitably saw her. Which he had, of course. Instead of causing the scene she wanted, she'd watched him say something to some of his buddies, and less than a minute later, a bulky frat guy that she recognized, Mike, she was pretty sure, grabbed her and dragged her towards a place she knew all too well from the other parties she'd been dragged to - the closet.<br/><br/>She saw the guy that her ex, James, had almost undoubtedly picked out for her just to humiliate her - a nerdy little guy, someone she  probably wouldn't have looked twice at. Andrew? Andy? Drew! Maybe she had a class with him, he looked vaguely familiar. She knew she'd never said a word to him. She also knew James had pointed him out because he assumed she'd throw a fit about it, make herself look bad. Instead, she let herself be dragged, tossed into the closet like a sack of flour, colliding with Drew fairly roughly in a way that hiked her shirt up, which she immediately fixed. She felt his hands on her exposed waist, and had to force herself not to push him away. Not that she could - her back was already pressed flat against the closet, her front flush against him. Every time she breathed, she felt her chest brush against his, and she could feel his pants against her thighs. His question made her pause for a moment. Had he seriously never heard of 7 Minutes? He smelled like beer, so he was probably drunk,  she'd give him some slack.<br/><br/>"Dumb frat game." She said, clearing her throat lightly. "Shove two people in a closet, they try to finish doing what they want to do before the door opens in seven minutes. It's... Fun." She'd played once, and the door had opened with her mouth in a compromising position. It had taken a while to live that one down. Typically, she would've immediately said that he wasn't going to touch her, he could lie and tell his friends whatever he wanted, but she wouldn't sleep with a stranger for some frat guys' entertainment. But... she was lonely, and he wasn't horrible to look at. Sure, he could use a gym membership, but he was... cute in a dorky way. Perhaps it was her low self-esteem, her loneliness, or even pity that encouraged her to continue.<br/><br/>She rested one hand on his shoulder, using the motion to check her watch as she did. "Because you have about six and a half minutes." Her more brazen parts of her personality were pushing her to go further, give the guy a fun few minutes, give her an escape. She wasn't quite brave enough to do more, but she knew she didn't need to. Every time she shifted in the cramped closet, her skirt brushed against his leg further, revealing a flash of lacy red underwear below it. Quite frankly, she was drunk, she probably wouldn't have been as brave, as willing even. She would've beat the door down to get out, though she knew at least one frat guy was pressed against the door to prevent such a thing. Maybe even James himself. That thought made her brazen, too brazen. Without giving herself time to think about it, she pulled back just enough to pull her short top over her head and drop it at her feet. No turning back, she was going all-in. She figured, worst case scenario, she was caught in a compromising position, she'd say she felt bad for him, but she could give him a few minutes of fun, get a little worked up, then find someone more appealing to finish the  night with.<br/><br/>Her hand dropped to his midriff, then lower, until she found her goal. She started to fondle his cock over his pants, wanting to get him worked up, but she was surprised at what she felt. Obviously, it was a little hard to tell, but he felt... big. Bigger than she was used to, at least. She'd always been a sucker for size, maybe she'd let him go a little further than she planned. She intentionally brushed her breasts more firmly against his chest, wanting to urge him on, as she continued to tease him through his pants.