New Horizons - Chapter 10
Not as Easy as it Sounds
One of the things I hated about being a Pledge was that I had to do most of the cleaning. I couldn't do all of it, of course, that would have been impossible. The Lambda Pi House was huge! It had thirteen bedrooms, one for each girl who lived there, plus the "Guest Room" as it was called. That's the room I was cleaning at the moment and one of my sisters watched me to make sure I did it right...or something.
In all honesty, most of the time things were pretty normal. I helped cook and clean, I went to my classes, did my homework, and even studied with the other girls. I got to know not only the sisters I lived with, but since the House was the center of Lambda Pi campus life, there were always a dozen or more girls hanging out. All the bedrooms were upstairs, along with the bathroom and showers, and the first floor had a lot of room for sorority activities.
They seemed to like margaritas quite a bit, I'd noticed, and there were always a few girls having a little party. Anyone could join in, or you didn't have to if you didn't want to, you know? The atmosphere was casual and seemed more like a commune than anything else, but it wasn't always perfect either. There were the inevitable personality clashes, some yelling once in awhile, but never for very long. I'd grown up an only child, but it wasn't too difficult to imagine my housemates as honest to goodness sisters, and so that made me one as well.
I liked living there a lot. All of the girls were fun and friendly, once we got to know each other, and they only teased me playfully about my boy parts. We shared clothes and makeup, and talked about everything, especially our boyfriends. A lot of my new friends were envious that I was going out with Dave, but they tended to date pretty hot guys themselves. I mean, the girls were all attractive anyway, almost ridiculously so, and living in the Lambda Pi House was sort of a status symbol that way. Like if you took the twelve prettiest girls on campus and put them in one place, that's what the House was all about. I'd felt kind of intimidated at first, until I started to believe what everyone said...I looked pretty darn hot myself, but I don't think it ever went to my head or anything. I hope.
Anyway, for the moment I had Veronica baby sitting me, so to speak. She reminded me of Princess Jasmine, except she was real and probably a lot taller. Her Persian mother came from Iran, I think she said, and her dad owned an oil company or something. I wasn't sure, but she had that dusky complexion, thick black hair, and almond eyes. Veronica kind of scared me, if only because she looked so exotic and sort of acted like a princess sometimes. Someone told me she had a trust fund, so that probably explains it.
"Like if you bring a guy over and you don't want to bring him to your room," Veronica said, talking about the guest room, but I didn't really get it.
"Why wouldn't I bring him to my room?"
"What if you already had a guy in your room?" she asked, showing me the tip of her tongue as she giggled.
"Oh!" I didn't say anything else, but I sometimes wondered if my new housemates weren't serious sluts.
I frowned at the damp sheets as I pulled them off the mattress. Someone had been having a good time, but I didn't know who. A lot of stuff went on that I wasn't supposed to know about, or at least nobody bothered to explain. Like the basement.
"You can go into any room in the house," Mistress Mina had told me. "But never, ever go into the basement!"
I'd laughed, but she'd been serious. Of course, I couldn't wait to sneak into the basement and see what was going on down there. Except they kept the door locked.
"What's in the basement?" I asked, just to see Veronica's reaction.
"Nothing." She shrugged. "Why?"
"Just wondered." No help there, I thought, unfurling a clean sheet. I happened to glance up as I did so, and giggled. "Hey! There's a mirror on the ceiling!"
"You didn't know that?"
"Uh-uh." I smiled at myself, wondering how weird it would be to see myself having sex with someone.
Veronica relaxed on a padded chair, like one of those antique kind, but softer than that, and it was the only chair in the room. A heavy dresser stood along one wall, but I hadn't looked to see what might be in it. I'd opened one of the nightstands to find condoms, sex wax, and a big dildo, and that had more than satisfied my curiosity.
She wore a cut-off t-shirt, baby blue and stretched dramatically over her large, round tits. It really showed off her bronzed tummy, as well. A pair of painted on shorts, the white nylon kind, didn't hide the shape of her pussy at all. Veronica wasn't wearing panties and every part of her vulva strained against the elastic material in a sort of sexy, obscene way. I suspected she wanted to seduce me with her body or something, since she had a pretty awesome figure, especially compared to mine. I mean, I looked awfully nice, but she could have been in a beer commercial or something.
I felt kind of jealous, actually, not seduced at all.
"It looks like you're going to have some competition, Pledge," Veronica said after a watching me for a minute in silence.
"What do you mean?"
"Rush week starts tomorrow," she explained. "Right after the football game. We're only going to accept seven girls this year, a record low."
"That's all?" I ignored her finger as she slid it between the crease of her obvious labia, teasing her slit through the nylon.
"Oh, don't worry," she sighed. "You're already accepted, but there will be about a hundred girls hungry for those other six slots."
"Well..." I shrugged, fluffing the pillows and not knowing what else to say. It wasn't up to me who got picked or whatever.
"How about you?"
"What about me?" I asked, glancing over my shoulder.
"Are you hungry for a little slot?" Veronica wondered, definitely petting her pussy through her shorts.
"I have to finish cleaning," I replied, somewhat stiffly. "And then I have classes, so..."
"Come on," she pouted. "I just want a little something before I have to take off. You don't mind, right?"
There really wasn't any point to resisting. "I guess not, um...What do you want to do?"
"Take off your clothes," she said. "I want to see what all the fuss is about."
"There's a fuss?" I giggled nervously and did as she asked, not having much choice.
The rules said that a Pledge had to not only obey her sisters, but trust them as well. They went hand in hand, those two things, especially when it came to sex. The implication being that if I refused to have sex with one of my Lambda Pi housemates, then I didn't trust her, or so Mistress Mina had explained it to me. Nobody could force me to have sex, that was in the Pledge book, too. Rule number eight: "No Means No!"
But after living in the House almost a week, I'd gotten sort of used to doing whatever they wanted. Nothing ever hurt, so that helped a lot. I mean, the sex stuff, you know, and I almost always found myself enjoying their little games. I'd also come to realize that every girl in the House would get to play with me at least once. I guess Veronica wanted her turn now.
"It's not very big, is it?" she said, staring at my cocky as I stood naked in front of her. I wasn't hard at all and her teasing only made it worse as I blushed.
"Can I close the door?" I asked in a meek voice. Everyone was home, all the other girls getting ready for another day at college. Someone would walk by and see us, I knew that.
"We're all sisters, Pledge." Veronica crooked a finger. "Come here, I know what you need."
I stepped closer, standing between her long, caramel legs as she leaned forward, and I wasn't surprised when she took my cock in her mouth.
A week before, I would have had a fit, probably. Not anymore though! I was the new me, although I have to admit that I wasn't nearly as bisexual as I pretended to be sometimes. Some of the girls I liked a lot. Marcy and Mistress Mina, for example. I didn't really feel too gay when I fooled around with them, but I didn't know Veronica that well yet. Maybe it really is a trust thing. Like I just had to get comfortable with a girl before I could stop worrying about what we were doing and just do it, you know?
"Mmmm...You taste like bubblegum," she sighed, smiling into my eyes with my half-erect penis balanced on her bottom lip.
"It's my body lotion," I told her, putting my hands tentatively on her shoulders.
Veronica didn't object to that, but only drew me back into her warm, wet mouth and I loved getting a blowjob! I didn't have to pretend anything once she started sliding her moist lips up and down the shaft, washing my sensitive cocky with her tongue, and giving me those gorgeous eyes of hers. She sucked cock as good as Marcy, who was a little better than Mina, but not quite in Krystal's league. They were all experts though, every one of them knew how to make a penis feel loved, believe me, and it wasn't long before my cock had grown as long and thick as it could get.
"Ummm..." Veronica flicked her tongue rapidly along the underside of my penis and that felt pretty wonderful, too. A drop of precum spilled from the tip and when the girl noticed, she pursed her lips and kiss the pinkish glans.
"That's nice," I breathed, squeezing her shoulders as my excitement grew.
Her hand cupped my hairless scrotum and she rolled my balls briefly, then closed her finger and thumb around the top of my sack, making a gentle fist with my testicles inside. I went tip-toe as Veronica gave me a squeeze, but it didn't hurt like I might have expected. I felt a little discomfort maybe, but mostly it only felt good. She tugged my scrotum downward in time with her bobbing head, sucking my cock and milking my balls. I could feel the skin drawn tight and the vague, almost electrical pressure around my tender orbs, just to the point where it might get painful, and then she'd relax. I'd snatch a breath of air, squeeze her shoulders, and then she'd do it again.
"Don't cum yet," Veronica warned me, pulling off my cock completely and letting go of my balls. My erection bobbed up and down and I blinked at her, feeling so close to orgasm that if I relaxed one tiny bit, I'd blow all over her face.
She crossed her arms and yanked her t-shirt upward, shaking her luxurious hair free of it, and maybe I have a thing for breasts, I don't know. I loved her tits nearly as much as I did Marcy's, but the two girls were complete opposites of each other. Veronica had perfectly round, firm breasts, large ones that looked too good to be real, but they complemented every other part of her body so well, I doubted her tits were anything but natural. Just like I couldn't imagine Marcy without her flat, boyish chest.
"Fuck my tits," she told me, urging me even closer as she cupped the sides of her breasts in her hands.
"This is new," I said with a giggle, reaching down to press my cock in her deep cleavage. After that, I only had to move my hips and watch as my erection slid back and forth between those immaculate globes of golden flesh.
Veronica had her face tilted down, her chin tucked into her neck, and she added saliva to my precum for lubrication. I felt her tits like a warm pillow, a very firm and soft one, and my cocky was barely long enough for the job. I'd never dreamt of fucking a girl's tits and having been so close to cumming just a few minutes before, it didn't take long at all before I found a beautiful, violent orgasm.
"Oh!" I gasped and giggled, trying to hug the girl as I flexed my knees and thrust my cock upward over and over.
Most of my semen was lost in the tight valley between her boobs, but a couple heavy spurts in the beginning had flown upward to spatter on Veronica's chin and then her upper lip and nose. She licked around her mouth, gathering cum and spit on her tongue and let the mixture drool onto my pulsing cock and her beautiful tits. I fucked her through my orgasm, not stopping until it had finished completely, and I'd enjoyed that odd experience a lot, actually. Titty fucking, huh? I almost giggled.
I couldn't help smiling, that's for sure. I panted for air as Veronica released her tits, letting them fall into their natural, perfect shape and freeing my cum covered penis. I'd sprayed a lot of juice and her breasts glistened with semen, some of it running lower to stain her tummy. I didn't protest at all as she pulled my face to her body, putting me on my knees and urging me to lick my own sperm off her flushed skin. That was something I could definitely deal with and I lapped the cum from her tits eagerly, gathering the sweet, salty stuff on my tongue and swallowing while she whispered words of praise.
"You're so sexy," Veronica whispered. "I've always wanted a guy to do this for me."
I looked up, wondering if she'd just called me a guy.
"I guess I should have been looking for a girl, huh?" she said, smiling into my eyes, and I had to smile back. She kissed my cum stained lips and pushed me back down for more.
The only thing that made it complicated was when Veronica wanted me to keep licking, only further south. She lifted her butt from the chair as I kissed her belly button, teasing her with my tongue. At first I thought she just liked to be licked there, you know? But when she peeled her shorts down her thighs, exposing her naked sex, I knew what she really liked. I'd never kissed a girl's pussy in my life. I'd never wanted to, not even Marcy's, but Veronica already had a hand on my head, guiding me towards her vagina.
"Do me now," she breathed. "I want to cum, too."
This seemed totally gay to me, even more than if she'd asked me to fuck her. I mean, my cock was part boy anyway, but my mouth was all girl. Or something like that. I couldn't say no to her. I'd cum all over her tits and it had been spectacular. I was still feeling high and happy from the experience, so how could I refuse returning the favor? Dave would love it anyway, I told myself. He'd want to know exactly how it had felt running my tongue across Veronica's moist pussy. How she had a sharp, tangy aroma, slightly sour with sweat, and how she had a neatly trimmed landing strip just above a pronounced camel toe. I had to memorize every detail for my boyfriend and that's how I talked myself into doing something I couldn't have imagined doing just a few days before.
Veronica liked to moan and she played with my hair as I began to lick around her vulva. I suppose I felt the same sort of nervous guilty fear a straight boy would feel the first time he sucked a cock. My tummy felt tight and got a punch of adrenalin. Fight or flight, but I couldn't do either of those. I kissed the hollows of her thighs, feeling her buttery skin against my face, and even teased her gently with my teeth. I traced the swell of her pussy, telling myself not to expect anything good or bad, but to concentrate on the texture and warmth and beauty of the girl.
I slid the tip of my tongue along her slit, tasting her wetness for the first time. Veronica's fingers tightened and relaxed, tugging at my scalp as I did it agin, flicking my tongue across her pink clitoris as it grew stiff. I closed my eyes, trembling with nervous energy, and pushed my tongue deeper to split her labia and tickle the fleshy folds inside. I took it slow and deliberate at first, but the experience wasn't terrible, her flavor didn't bother me at all, and I stroked her thighs as I began lapping at her sex.
"Deeper," she whispered, cool and calm despite the warmth radiating across my face. "Push it inside. Fuck me. Make me cum."
I stiffened my tongue and did as she asked, French kissing her pussy with my lips covering her vulva. The taste grew stronger and I wriggled my tongue, withdrawing only when I swallowed the spit and girl juice filling my mouth. It was my first time and I know I it couldn't have been the best head Veronica had ever gotten, but that didn't seem to matter as she squirmed in her chair. She would arch her back and tilt her hips, pressing her sex against my face. She held my head with both hands, moving me around as I licked and kissed whatever part of her I could reach.
When Veronica came, she tried to close her legs, letting out a deep, throaty groan of satisfaction. I could barely hear anything beyond my own beating heart as her thighs pressed against my ears. Her cum seemed thin and oily compared to what I was used to. It wasn't semen I swallowed, but girl cum, and to be honest, I wasn't sure I wanted to do that. but Veronica didn't give me much of a choice as she trapped my face between her legs, my open, gasping mouth tight against her pussy. I swallowed her cum and a lot more of it ran down my neck and onto my heaving breasts.
Eating pussy, I realized, wasn't all that different than giving a guy a nice, sloppy blowjob. The only real difference was that her girl goo didn't stick to my ribs like a big load of hot ball juice would have.
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"It's kinda like Chinese food," I told Dave, spending my lunch hour in bed with his fat cock. "I was hungry again half an hour later."
"Heh!" He grinned at me, running his fingers through my blonde hair as I gave his penis a lick, washing away the last of my yogurt. "I wish I could have seen that."
"It would have been boring," I sighed, shifting my hips as fingered my ass from behind. "I didn't have any idea what I was doing. I think she only came because she knew it was my first time."
"Veronica popped your cherry, huh?" Dave shook his head. "Are you ever going to do it again?"
"Probably!" I giggled. "Some of those girls are like sex maniacs or something."
"Like you?"
"Me?" I rolled my eyes. "I'm a Pledge. That's like another word for sex toy, I think."
"Yeah. Look at you, little sex toy," he sighed. "I'm not even supposed to be doing this. You're gonna get me in trouble."
"Doing what?"
"Having sex," he replied. "It's Friday."
"So?" I made a face at him. "We always have sex on Friday."
"Not anymore, baby," Dave said. "I've got a game tomorrow. Every Saturday for the next two months."
"What's that got to do with sex?"
"Everything."
I had no idea what my boyfriend meant by that and I didn't get a chance to worry about it. Dave rolled me over, putting me on my hands and knees as he knelt behind me. I loved fucking him that way. Heck, I loved fucking him every way, but doggy style was always nice. He could fuck me as hard and fast as he wanted, pulling me back by the hips and slamming his long dick into my boy pussy. Yeah, I was totally into that and after telling him all about Veronica while eating peach Yoplait off his dick, he really needed to get off.
"Uh! Fuck!" I gasped, jerking forward as his cockhead kissed my sensitive prostate.
"Yeah!" he grunted, sharing his fantasy while we made love. "I wish that chick was here. Fucking your sweet ass while you eat her pussy."
"Fucking her pussy with my...Ugh!" I winced over my shoulder.
"With your tongue," he agreed. "Lesbian slut...Fuck my cock! Jesus, I love you!"
"Are you cumming?" I groaned, blinking with surprise, and I could already feel his hot semen shooting into my butt. Usually Dave could go a long time, a good five minutes at least. Ten minutes if he'd already had an orgasm, which was why I liked to suck him off before we made love. The longer the better for me!
"Sorry," he said, grinning sheepishly. "I couldn't help it."
"Wow," I teased him. "The best minute of my life. Thanks."
"Brandy," he pouted playfully. "You feel too good inside, baby. What am I supposed to do?"
"Fuck me again," I told him. "And think about baseball or something."
His cock had softened noticeably, but he kept himself inside me as we started moving, slowly and carefully. Dave grew fully erect again in no time and it felt even better because I had enough creamy boy joy in my ass to make it nice for both of us. He was super attentive, too, probably feeling bad because he'd cum so quickly the first time. He leaned over me, sliding his hands underneath to hold my tits and play with my nipples while we fucked. That felt so good that I had to forgive him, and I turned my head so he could kiss me.
My own cock wasn't hard at all, but that wasn't unusual for me. It didn't mean I wasn't feeling a lot of pleasure and usually I didn't even notice if I had an erection or not. I loved being a girl. I loved being fucked in my pussy by my big, strong boyfriend and his big, strong dick. I could get off without cumming like a boy, just because the sensations of being held and kissed and made love to overwhelmed everything else. I climaxed emotionally, put it that way, and that was something I knew could never happen with another girl. I needed a guy for that, and not just any guy, but a man I truly loved.
But Dave...He got off on his girlfriend being a lesbian slut? I couldn't believe he'd actually called me that. I wondered if he really believed that or if he'd only been voicing his fantasy. Either way, just thinking about it had gotten him off in record time. I didn't know if I should be happy about that or not. At least he was making it easy for me to feel good about fooling around with my housemates. Dave liked it, my Lambda Pi Sisters liked it, and I'd sucked off a girl...and liked it. Kinda.
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"Hey, um..." I leaned closer to Darla as we sat through Art Appreciation class. I didn't completely understand why I needed to be taught how to like art, but it was required for freshman. Next semester I'd learn to appreciate music. Goody.
"What?" She leaned to her left, meeting me halfway.
"Can I ask you something weird?" I whispered, both of us slouching lower in our seats.
We liked to talk during class and the professor didn't seem to care anyway. The girl two rows in front of us was surfing Facebook. The two guys to our right were playing hangman, it looked like, when they weren't busy checking me out. I was kind of used to that, however, and I ignored them. It wasn't hard to imagine the sort of words they were trying to guess.
"It can't be any weirder than that," Darla said, smirking at a painting by Picasso. "That's just ill."
"Maybe it's upside down," I said. "Anyway, um...Did you ever do any girl stuff?"
"I do girl stuff all the time," she replied. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, stuff with other girls." I cleared my throat as she gave me a funny look. "Like in high school or whatever."
"Are you getting weird on me?"
"No!" I said too loudly and I dropped my voice. "I just...I didn't really grow up like other girls, okay?"
"Ohhhh..." Darla smiled like she might almost know what I was talking about. "Don't tell me you've been listening to Katy Perry!"
"What?" I made a face. "Give me a break."
"So you're just curious or something?"
"Uhhhh..."
"You like some girl and you want to know if it's normal?"
"Kinda," I replied weakly. "Maybe."
"Don't worry," she assured me. "It's totally okay."
"It is?" I narrowed my eyes at her. "So you fooled around with a girl before?"
"Me? No!" Darla giggled. "I never had the urge."
"But..." I frowned. "Then how do you know it's okay?"
"Why wouldn't it be?" she asked, and I couldn't really think of an answer to that one.
We sat for a few minutes listening to the professor tell us all about Cubism, which was like watching paint dry. I had a lot of other things to think about anyway, like turning into a lesbian, and I wasn't sure why I'd brought it up in the first place. I guess I just wanted to know I wasn't abnormal, or at least not anymore than I already was. I wanted an outside opinion, but I couldn't really tell Darla everything what was going on. I could have gotten in trouble just for telling Dave about my little adventures.
"I think they want me to do stuff," I whispered, trying to talk around the facts.
"Who?"
"Some of the girls in the sorority," I said. "Like lesbian sex stuff, you know?"
"I heard about that." Darla nodded.
"What?" I blinked at her.
"Just rumors, you know." She shrugged. "Like they have an orgy at the initiation or whatever."
"They do?"
"I don't know," she said, laughing. "You're the one who's joining. What did they tell you?"
"Nothing," I told her truthfully. "Would you do it?"
"Do what?" Darla looked at me. "Join a sorority? No thanks."
"No, I mean, would you have sex with a girl?"
"Are you hitting on me?" she wondered, teasing me with a grin.
"No" I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Never mind."
"You just gotta relax, Brandy." Darla reached for her purse. "You want a Prozac?"
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I bumped into Krystal just as I was buying an iced tea, or rather, she happened to bump into me. Figuratively speaking. But I didn't mind because I sorta wanted to talk to her anyway.
"Hey Pledge!" She smiled, wearing her blue and gold cheerleader outfit and looking like the hot, blonde coed she was.
There would be a pep rally that evening in preparation for the first football game of the season, so all the cheerleaders were dressed up. A lot of other people as well. As the day wore on more and more students were painting their faces up in the school's colors, wearing football paraphernalia, like silly hats with lions on them. It reminded me high school, kind of, except more extreme or something. These people were fanatic, some of them, and I could feel the whole campus starting to get a little crazy. I found it very strange to see both men and women walking around in jerseys with my boyfriend's name on the back. Lucky number thirteen, with "Deere" in big white letters across the shoulders, was very popular and so that made me popular as well, being the quarterback's girlfriend.
"Hey! Good luck tomorrow," a guy said, like I was the one playing. Some girl told me to, "Give Dave a good luck kiss for me!" and it had been like that all day long.
About all I could do was blink at them and smile, like "Sure! I'll even give him a good luck blowjob!" Except I couldn't say that, but everyone probably assumed I would anyway. Or something.
"Here, you take these..." Krystal said, handing me her book bag. "And I'll take this."
"Oh." I mocked a pout as she stole my iced tea and took long sip.
"Going back to the House?"
"Yeah," I agreed as we started walking together. "Hey..."
"Hey what? Oh! There's Steph and Kylie," she said. "Did you get them yet?"
"Huh?"
"Did they sign your book? Come on, you've got to get those signatures, Pledge."
I hadn't yet figured out how I was supposed to get some fifty girls to sign my Pledge book when I didn't even know any of them. I had the eleven girls from the House, about seven more from my classes, but that still left me with a lot! These two, who looked pretty average and ordinary compared to my housemates, were sitting together around a laptop.
"Go on," Krystal said, stopping a dozen feet away from them. "Introduce yourself."
I felt kind of stupid, but... "Hi!" I smiled as they looked up. "You guys are in Lambda Pi, right? I'm a new Pledge, um...Brandy Cooper."
"Hey Brandy." The girl on the right returned my smile.
"How do we know you're a real Pledge?" the girl on the left asked, teasing me I hoped, but she looked pretty suspicious.
"I've got a Pledge pin," I replied. "See? I was wondering if you'd sign my book and, uh..."
"Who was the first president of the Lambda Pi Society?" she asked, and I was supposed to know that, but I didn't.
"I don't remember," I admitted. "But, uh...I'll find out and, um...get back to you. Okay?"
"Give me that," she held out her hand. "Where's your pen?"
I actually thought they were going to sign anyway, but the girl opened my book to the Charges section and wrote, "This stupid Pledge humiliated two Sisters in public by not knowing the name of the first president."
The other girl wrote, "She's a total disgrace!" and then told me, "Come back when you're serious, Pledge."
"Okay. Yeah. Thank you." I forced myself to smile, but the whole thing seemed pretty pointless to me just then. I was the one feeling humiliated.
"Ouch!" Krystal gave me a barely sympathetic smile. "Don't worry about it. We all went through the same thing. Just think, next year you'll get to be a bitch."
"I guess so," I sighed, but I decided that I'd be a lot nicer to Pledges than those two girls had been to me.
"You know we're having that party tonight. Did Mina give you the..."
"Maid uniform?" I nodded. "She gave it to me, but it's too small."
"It's supposed to be too small," Krystal said with a giggle. "Too bad rush week is after the first game or you'd have help."
"All I have to do is stand by the door, right?"
"Yeah, just greet everyone, you know. Curtsy and smile a lot, look sexy and introduce yourself. It's easy."
"I hope so."
"You'll get to meet a lot of the other girls," she continued. "Maybe you're lucky being the only Pledge. The center of attraction."
"Well, I don't have anything else to do," I said, steering the conversation towards my curiosity. "Dave said he couldn't come."
"None of the players are coming," Krystal said. "The coach doesn't want them all hung over or something."
"Yeah." I licked my lips. "He told me, um...You guys dated for awhile."
"Oh." She looked at me. "Yeah, for about a year. Are you okay with that?"
"Sure." I shrugged. "I didn't even know him, so...Why did you break up?"
"Ah!" Kystal grinned at me. "You want to know if he's really too good to be true? If I dumped him for some reason?"
"Kinda," I admitted. "I'm just curious, you know? He's my first boyfriend."
"Really?" she asked, giving me a doubtful look. "Why don't I believe that?"
"It's true," I said with a giggle.
"No," Dave's sweet," Krystal told me. "We didn't fight or anything."
"Then why did you guys break up? I mean, if it's not too personal."
"I had the same boyfriend all through high school," Krystal explained. "One guy, you know? Then I came here and hooked up with Dave and..."
"What?"
"I didn't want to date one guy all through college." She shrugged. "I want to be with a lot of guys."
"Ummm.." We were both grinning at each other.
"Call me a slut or whatever, but I know once I graduate and I get a job, I'll find some guy and get married and have kids..."
"Sounds nice to me."
"So I just want to fuck as much cock as I can before that happens."
"Oh!" I nodded.
"We only get to do this once, Brandy." Krystal gave me a serious look. "You should think about it."
"I don't know," I sighed, not wanting an argument or anything. "All I ever wanted was a boyfriend. Just one guy to be with, you know?"
"Then you should stay with Dave," she said. "He's pretty crazy about you."
"Yeah." I smiled, and then I remembered the other thing I wanted to know. We were almost home though, and how could I ask Krystal if she'd ever had a threesome with my boyfriend?
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The party happened after the pep rally and it was for the Sorority, not for anyone who happened to find out about it. Lambda Pi would have a lot of those kind as well, but for this party, a guy could only get in if he arrived with one of the Sorority Sisters.
"Hold on, Brandy." Marcy caught me as I was leaving my room. "Bring your Pledge book."
"What for?" I wondered, since I didn't have to carry it around the House, at least, just everywhere else. "I'm gonna be answering the door and checking invitations all night."
"I know!" She grinned at me. "Just get it."
I had no idea what was going on, but the petite cheerleader had quickly become my closest friend in my new home. And Marcy really was a cheerleader, too. They all were, every girl living in the House, except me, and she was the one they threw in the air. You know, like a couple guys would swing Marcy around so she could do flips and splits and whatever else, land on someone's shoulders or at the top of a pyramid. I guess you want a small girl for that stuff, right? I just thought she looked like an eighth grader in her cheer uniform. Jeeze, she was cute!
For me, Mistress Mina had found a sexy French maid outfit, complete with a white lace apron, silk stockings, and frilly silk panties. I worried over busting the zipper in the back, until I found out there wasn't one. It laced up like a corset and Mina had planted her knee on my butt and yanked those laces tight! I couldn't bend over very far, but at least I could breathe, and the skirt only barely covered my panties and the bodice put my modest tits on display, like they'd fall out any second, nipples and all. My face had been made up expertly and my blonde hair brushed and pinned beneath the lace cap and...You get the idea.
I looked ready to polish some knob, as my Mistress liked to put it.
"Got it?" Marcy smiled, taking my hand as I held up my book. "Think about it. Every sister on campus is going come by, even if it's just for a couple minutes."
"Yeah," I agreed. "So?"
"So, this is how you get all the signatures!"
"I can't just ask them to sign my book," I said, taking the stairs carefully in my three inch heels. I'd borrowed them from Heather and they were stiff.
"You answer the door, look at the invitation, and say, 'Would you please sign the guest book?'" Marcy explained patiently. "You know that dead plant by the front door? Put the book there. Everybody will sign it."
"Are you sure?" I half smiled, wondering if that would really work.
"That's how I did it," she said. "Just don't let Mina catch you."
"Okay." I nodded. "Yeah. Um...Who was the first president of the sorority?"
"What?" Marcy giggled. "How the hell would I know?"
I got a lot more than just the signatures I needed.
"Good evening!" I smiled prettily, doing the sexy curtsy that Mistress Mina had taught me. "May I see your invitation, please?"
"Sure," a busty redhead agreed, opening her purse. She'd come alone and handed me the invitation, a simple card with embossed letters and the Society seal at the top. All of the Lambda Pi members had received one.
"Annabeth Richards," I read aloud. "Who was the first Lambda Pi president?"
"Huh?" She narrowed her emerald eyes. "Emily Van Dyke."
"Great!" I smiled and gestured towards a nearby table. "I'm Brandy and if you could please sign the guest book, I hope you have a great time!"
As soon as she'd signed and left the foyer, I wrote the answer down so I wouldn't forget. By the time the first two dozen sisters had arrived, I had the names of all the presidents, the important dates, like when the Society was founded, and all the important places, too. Like the very first chapter of the Lambda Pi Sisterhood was founded on April 1, 1902 by Emily Van Dyke at Radcliffe College. I knew when our little chapter was formed, in 1971 by Amy Peterman and Kylie Huntsacker, and the long, illustrious history in between. Three congresswomen had been Lambda Pi girls, as well as Gloria Steinem and Jenna Jameson!
This was great! I'd have to treat Marcy to dinner or something, buy her something cool just to show my appreciation. Nobody even questioned signing my Pledge book, they just did what they were told, and I made sure to introduce myself, too. Nobody could say I was cheating! I hoped.
"Look who I found," Amber said, arriving like any other sister, except she lived in the House, obviously.
She hadn't come back right after the pep rally, but it's not like I would have noticed. I'd been pretty busy helping set everything up and then answering the door. I thought Amber would like it if I did my thing, you know, so I was just starting to curtsy when I realized she wasn't alone. I mean, I knew she wasn't alone, a few of girls had brought a guest, mostly cute boys, but Amber had brought...
"Keith?" I stared at him, frozen with my flimsy maid skirt pinched between my fingers, pulling it out and up to show the tops of my stockings and a hint of white panty.
"Brandy?" He seemed sort of surprised himself, except he must have figured he'd run into me. I'd told him where I was moving, after all.
"He said he knew you," Amber told me, but her smile was mischievous. "So I thought, why not bring him around and you two can catch up!"
"I have to stay by the door," I said, not exactly frowning at my old roommate, but not smiling either.
"Oh, you can take a break," Amber said. "I won't tell anyone."
"Do you want to get something to drink?" Keith asked, giving me a hopeful smile that I really didn't want to like. He looked good though, I had to admit that, and I hadn't seen him at all since Monday.
"Mistress Mina will get mad," I told Amber. "I'll just stay here."
"Mistress?" Keith's smile turned curious, but I ignored it.
"Suit yourself," she sighed. "Come on, Keith. You can get me something to drink."
I frowned as they walked away, Amber's butt wiggling seductively beneath her pleated cheer skirt, and Keith looking over his shoulder to stare at me instead. I didn't want to like that either, knowing it meant he still loved me, but I did. I liked it a lot and I wasn't supposed to, except I missed him. God! Like my whole night was suddenly and completely ruined. Dave couldn't come to this stupid party because of the football game tomorrow, which was why Amber didn't have her boyfriend there either. She dated a linebacker named Chad. A really big one and I hoped he wouldn't find out about Keith because Amber probably intended to nail my ex-roommate to her bed.
Great! I didn't want to think about some other girl riding Keith's big dick either. He'd probably end up on the website, the Hall of Shame, and I'd be listening to Amber teasing me about it for a week. Most of the girls already thought I was crazy for moving out of the boys dorm. Once they knew the guy I'd shared my room with was a total hunk, it would never end. They'd figure I'd nailed him, too. I'd seen it in her eyes, like "I'm gonna fuck the same dick that fucked you, Pledge!" One of those sorta catty, but not really looks, since she knew I was in love with Dave, so Keith shouldn't matter...But he did.
A girl doesn't live with a guy for almost two months and not get attached! Why did I feel so possessive? Jealous even, because down in my tummy, maybe in my heart, I knew I owned that cock! Keith belonged to me...Except he didn't! But he wanted to, I reminded myself. He'd broken up with his girlfriend just for me and I'd walked away because I loved Dave. I tried really hard to forget I loved Keith, too. It was so unfair, him showing up like that, and I wanted to be mad.
"What's the matter?" Mina wondered, coming around to check on me about half an hour later.
I'd been doing my job and trying to smile and act pretty, but I kept listening to the music, hearing people talking and laughing, the occasional screaming and thump of something being broken and...
"Huh?" I blinked at her.
"I said, go to the kitchen and get a couple margaritas," Mina repeated, except I hadn't heard her the first time. "Take them up to the guest room."
"Why?" I wondered, but corrected myself quickly. "Yes, Mistress Mina."
A lowly Pledge like me didn't get to ask why, not when her Sponsor-Mistress told her to do something. I figured one of the visiting sisters had brought her boyfriend up there and now they were thirsty. That's the other thing the guest room was for, like if a Lambda Pi girl needed a place to stay for a night, she could crash there, as long as she didn't make a habit of it. Most often, though, from what I'd seen so far, visiting sisters tended to pass out downstairs, on one of the sofas or even on the living room floor. There were always a lot of pillows and blankets around and we had three living rooms anyway, if you counted the den and the front parlor.
Girls, as I was learning, aren't really all that different from boys. We just hide it better.
rap-rap-rap
I knocked on the door with the toe of my shoe, since I held a big strawberry margarita in each hand. The downstairs was rocking, at least the kitchen was, with a half-dozen blenders all going at once and a dozen girls arguing about how much alcohol to put in them. The general consensus seemed to be that more was better and that probably explained the wet t-shirt contest in the backyard. I'd only gotten a peek at the contestants, but I figured Veronica would win. The strange part was that there were a lot more girls than guys cheering them on, but not that many girls had brought dates anyway. There were like fifty girls and only a dozen boys, but nobody was complaining.
"Margarita delivery!" I said in a loud voice. "Open up or I'll have to drink them myse...Oh!"
"Hi!" Keith smiled at me, naked except for his boxers. "Come on in."
"Uhhh...I'd better not," I said, looking around him and not seeing anyone else. "Where's Amber?"
"She went to the bathroom about fifteen minutes ago." he shrugged. "I was just about to put my clothes back on."
"You guys already, um..." I swallowed hard.
"No. We didn't do anything," he said. "She told me to get undressed and she'd be right back, but...Now you're here."
"I should go back downstairs," I told him, but my feet weren't moving. "How have you been?"
"Okay." Keith stood aside. "Come inside. We can talk for a little bit."
"Yeah. Maybe," I agreed, ignoring the voice in my head tha told me to run away. "Just for a minute."
"We'll just have a drink and talk," he said, smiling as I stepped past him. "Maybe I should put my clothes back on."
"Uh..." I giggled weakly, and I liked looking at his body a lot. Keith was built almost as nicely as Dave, being very athletic and working out every day and...yeah. He looked beautiful to me.
"Let's sit down," he suggested, taking one of the margaritas and leading me by the hand.
There was only one place for us to sit. Together, I mean, and his clothes were on the only chair in the room anyway. I sat beside him on the bed and my tiny French maid outfit didn't like that. It seemed to scrunch up in the middle, the skirt exposing the tops of my thighs, the top being tugged downward almost enough to expose my swollen nipples. They felt fat and bruised and throbbing. My tummy felt tight and my heart wouldn't slow down, my skin grew warm and damp, and my cocky strained against the silk of my panties.
And he was looking right into my eyes, so I knew what was coming. I could feel it already on my lips and I didn't know why I wasn't going to stop Keith from kissing me.