Freshman Nymph CH-14
CHAPTER f******n
The dorm room was lonely for a while after Marjie had packed her clothes
and personal belongings and gone her way, but Becky soon grew accustomed to
that. After all, this was only a change in her life, and since coming here
to State, she had been in a constant state of flux. She missed having the
free and easy Marjie around for consultation and advice, but though she had
lost a friend she knew that losing friends was no more than an occupational
hazard of life. And though she was minus a friend, Becky was now possessed
of a lover, and she knew that the gain more than matched the loss.
She took to spending more and more time at the Sigma Alpha house, often
staying overnight to make hot mad love with Audrey, and even when
circumstances so leagued themselves as to prevent Becky from getting her
hands or mouth on Audrey's lovely tits and pussy, she knew that the
opportunity would come soon enough, all the sweeter for the tantalization
of delay.
The semester dragged on, and Becky continued her pledge activities at
Sig Alph. But her trial period was drawing to its close, and she awaited
eagerly the initiation ceremony scheduled for mid-December, just before
final exams and the semester break. It was then that she would be relieved
of her pledge pin, informed that she had fulfilled all the preliminary
requirements for membership, and now had the option of becoming a formal,
active sister of Sigma Alpha. She knew what her answer to that question
would be, for hadn't Audrey promised her that once she had made the
transition from pledge to active, Becky would be qualified to move into the
sorority house itself? And the pretty blonde freshman wanted absolutely
nothing in the world more than she wanted that!
Becky Ryan wandered through the days approaching the ceremonial evening
in a state approaching insensibility. She attended her classes, made
perfunctory attempts at taking notes, paying attention, and spent her
evenings either in Audrey's arms and bed, or on her own bed in the now so
empty dorm room, fingers diving madly in her own cunt as she thought about
the things she and her lover had done already--or, even more fascinating,
the things they soon would do.
Her gown for the occasion was lovely. She and Audrey had chosen it
together in the fanciest shop in town. It was lemon yellow, so long that
only her toes peeped forth below its hem, and it featured an empire bodice
that seemed to add fullness to her ripe young tits. Its sleeves were
short, and the neckline was cut out low to provide a sprightly view of
Becky's upper cleavage. She remembered with a tingle all the way from hair
to toes' ends the first time she had tried it on, in the fitting room at
the store, and Audrey had been so enchanted by it that she had given Becky
a big wet kiss when the saleslady's back was turned.
It seemed that the night itself would never come, and, even when it did,
Becky was unsure of its reality. She fidgeted through all her classes that
day, oblivious to the instructors' efforts to cram in as much material as
possible before finals, and, when the last bell of her afternoon had rung
and she had left her last class of the day, she ran on winged heels to her
dorm to begin the process of preparing for the real milestone of her young
life.
The weather was cold and Becky bundled up in her warmest coat and boots
before starting for the Sig Alph house. She had to take a bath
there--hopefully, she thought, Audrey would scrub her back, etcetera--and
get dressed, all by eight o'clock. Oh, damn, she mourned as she hurried
across the campus, she'd never have time to get laid before the initiation.
At least, there would be a long, long night afterwards. Time enough then.
Audrey met her in the hallway on the first floor of the chapter house,
gave her a fleeting kiss on the cheek. She was already dressed for the
evening in a stunning black outfit, long, slinky, with a long-sleeved top
that buttoned up the front, right to the base of her neck. The fabric of
the gown clung like skin to the outlines of her full fine breasts, leaving
the viewer tantalizingly certain that the beautiful chapter president was
braless beneath her suit.
"You'd better hurry upstairs and get ready," Audrey smiled. "Things are
going to be jumping around here before very long."
Becky stood a moment, slowly unbuttoning her long coat. "I was hoping
you might be able to help me dress," she smirked.
Audrey laughed and patted Becky lightly on the cheek of her ass. "I'll
help you get undressed, maybe--if you're a good girl. Now get a move on!"
Becky scampered up the steps to the second floor, entered Audrey's room,
opened the closet door, and took out with admiration all over her young
face the lovely gown she had bought for tonight. She posed before the
mirror, holding it up in front of her body, smiling at the innocence the
costume lent her. Innocent, but sexy too, she decided. And all of her
sexy innocence, all of her young passion, all of her hot lovemaking
talent--all would belong to Audrey forever and ever, once the formalities
of the evening had been concluded. Her fingers flew as she stripped off
the clothes she had worn over from Bentley Hall, and she hopped into the
tub, scrubbed herself demonically, and rushed to dry and dress.
When Becky came downstairs, radiant in her yellow gown, white gloves
capping her dainty hands, nearly everyone bad arrived. It would be a small
ceremony. Sigma Alpha's rather rigorous standards of selection had
guaranteed that the sorority would have fewer members than most of the
other sisterhoods on campus. There were only eleven active members, and
seven pledges had been chosen from among the applicants of Rush Week. The
exclusiveness of the process made each Sigma Alpha girl feel that she was
someone very special.
At eight promptly everyone present filed into the parlor, which had been
decorated by the active sisters for the occasion. The pledges took their
assigned chairs, and the Sig Alph girl named Carolyn sat down at the piano
and began to play the sorority song. Next, the actives, all looking
gorgeous in fashionable formal dresses, entered and took their seats. They
were followed by four neatly garbed young men. These were the presidents,
vice-presidents, secretary-treasurer, and sergeant at arms of Zeta Rho, a
fraternity that had certain ties to Sigma Alpha. The organizations had
been founded here on campus over fifty years earlier, and the first
presidents of each had been a boy and a girl who were engaged and later
married. Since that time there had been a traditional close relationship
between Sig Alph and Zeta Rho, and officers of each attended the
installation and initiation ceremonies of the other--the only outsiders
permitted at such ceremonies.
Last of all came Audrey, wearing a corsage presented to her by the
pledge class. She entered the room just as Carolyn played the last piano
chord of the sorority song, and took her place at a lectern.
Becky listened attentively as Audrey made her speech of introduction,
describing and discussing the goals of Sigma Alpha, the lessons a young
woman could learn during her membership, the hope that the sorority
experience would be of permanent value in later life. The phrases she
used, the examples she stressed, the objectives she cited--all were
stereotypical and hackneyed, the same kind of things graduation speakers in
rural high schools always say; but Becky thought them eloquent and fluent
and possessed of deep and meaningful emotion as she listened to Audrey's
clear, melodic voice. She thought over and over as she watched the tall,
gorgeous girl who presided at the meeting that this, indeed, was the woman
she loved, the one human being who could touch her most sensitive feelings,
arouse her to the greatest heights. And perhaps tonight, after all this
was over, and she and Audrey lay sweat-locked on the upstairs bed, perhaps
tonight, of all nights, Audrey would finally tell her how much she loved
Becky. That was the only thing missing in their relationship so far, the
knowledge that Becky's passion had its counterpart in the breast of the
other girl.
"It is a custom of Sigma Alpha," Audrey was saying, "to select each year
one of our prospective members to be named Best Pledge. This is a high
honor indeed, and it is voted by the active members to reward the young
lady who best exemplifies the hope we all share for the future of this
sisterhood. This year, I am delighted to announce, the vote of the active
sisters of Sigma Alpha was unanimous. I should now like to present to you
1974's Best Pledge--Rebecca Mary Ryan. Becky, please stand up."
Her ears tingling with the blush that overspread her entire body, Becky
stood up to the hearty applause of all in the room. She looked round. The
visiting guys were smiling in approval as they watched her, and the actives
had congratulatory expressions on their faces. Even the other pledges
seemed truly happy to see Becky gain the coveted honor and their palms
slapped together with vigor. She sat down, still blushing, but gratified
that she had made such a good impression upon the girls with whom she would
be soon and closely associated.
The ceremony went on. Audrey called the pledges to the front of the
room, collected the pledge pins they had worn since their invitation to
join, apprised them all that they had won the right to become sisters, and
asked if each of them in her turn did indeed desire to join Sigma Alpha.
There were no rejections, and, with the aid of the sorority's chaplain,
Audrey administered the oath of initiation. There was another song, this
time with all the girls singing the lyrics, and the meeting adjourned.
Each new sister carried a white rose as the whole company made its way to
the spacious dining room for a party of welcome.
What a beautiful night, Becky thought, as sister Marcy handed her a
perfectly mixed whiskey sour. What a beautiful night this has been, and
what a beautiful night it will be!
* * * *
With finals approaching, the university library was on a schedule of
twenty-four-hour access to students and faculty. Dave Shearing was
grateful for that, for he had a good bit of work to get finished. He was
teaching here at State with his Master's in history, but he was working on
his doctoral degree at the same time. He bad finished the classwork
required, leaving only the labor of writing his dissertation. Right now he
was sitting at a carrel desk on the sixth floor of the library, probing
through a stack of reference books on the subject of medieval contact
between China and Europe and the consequent effect upon European culture.
It was his dissertation subject, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to
concentrate.
His carrel abutted on a large plate glass window, and he could see,
glowing from the lights within, the Sigma Alpha house. That was the
sorority Becky Ryan had pledged, and he still had the enigmatic girl on his
mind. Tonight it looked as if they were having a party there. Lights were
bright, and he had a glimpse of the picture window in the dining room,
where he could see the swirling long gowns of a number of girls. Dave
couldn't pick Becky out in the crowd, but he knew she must be there, and in
his heart he wished he were too. He would give anything to have her for
his own, even though he knew it could never be.
There! he thought he saw her, but--was it? He couldn't tell at that
distance, and there was a large tree growing in the yard that cut off much
of his view of the window itself. She seemed to have her blonde hair in a
different style than usual, but wasn't that her? The vision of beauty in
the light yellow gown? The books languished unnoticed in front of him as
he strove to telescope his eyes and satisfy his curiosity. Smoking here in
the stacks was forbidden, but he found himself nonetheless packing his pipe
and placing it between his lips. He touched a match to the bowl, puffed
until the tobacco caught a light, and told himself that if any of the
library staff happened to come up to this floor, he'd just pretend to be
the proverbial absent-minded professor.
* * * *
Becky was very moderate in her drinking most of the time--she wasn't
really even a social imbiber--but tonight, drunk already on the excitement
of the occasion, she let herself go. By her third whiskey sour she was
feeling very giddy in the head, and she knew it was time to call a halt to
her indulgence. She had to be presentable later, when she set herself to
warming the chill from Audrey's bed.
"Having a good time, Best Pledge?" asked one of the actives, linking a
sisterly arm round Becky's waist.
"The most wonderful time ever," Becky smiled.
She was introduced to the boys from Zeta Rho. They were all handsome
athletic guys, wearing identical blazers with their fraternity letters
emblazoned on the breastpockets. Each of them took Becky's hand in his and
said something nice to her, and she was fully aware of the frankness of
their eyes as they peered at the demure cleavage revealed by her scooped
neckline. She preened herself before their eyes, exulting secretly that
her charms were no longer for such rough, hairy-bodied creatures as men,
teasing them with hints of the juicy joyful body they could never touch or
taste.
By eleven-thirty the party had more or less broken up. The young
initiates had gone home, as had one or two of the actives who lived in on
or off campus apartments. Only Becky, of the new sisters of Sigma Alpha,
and the boarding members, and the guys from Zeta Rho were still in the
house. As her eyes flashed to Audrey, hopeful, expectant, the pretty
blonde freshman wondered if it would be politic for the two of them to go
upstairs now, pondered whether the others would know, would somehow hear
their ecstasies in the bedroom, the ecstasies she was now fully confident
would be hers soon. And, emboldened by the whiskey she had drunk, Becky
thought dreamily of the pleasure it would give her if they did know, if
those guys should be fully aware that the trim young body they had been
eyeing was being enjoyed by the tall and beautiful sorority president while
they sat below, envious and neglected. She giggled at the thought, and
Audrey came to her, placing a hand upon the shoulder of her gown.
"Well, Best Pledge?" she said, and Becky's heart leaped a mile into the
air at the electricity implicit in that touch and those sweet-spoken words.
"You're not tired out already, are you?"
"Oh, no," Becky giggled softly. "I'm still full of life."
"Good," Audrey replied, and her lips curled into a smile that Becky
couldn't quite interpret. It was the smile of someone who knew something,
something secret, something delightful, perhaps, but something definitely
private.
Audrey set down the drink she had been holding, and took the only
half-drained one from Becky's hands. "Why don't you come upstairs with
me?" she asked. "There's one last thing I want to talk to you about
tonight. One unfinished pledge matter."
Becky arose with dancing feet, not even looking at the others in the
room. She didn't see the broad smiles on the faces of the sisters and the
Zeta Rho boys as she and Audrey left the dining room and clattered up the
stairs, frankly noisy in their high platform-heeled shoes.
They went into Audrey's quarters, Becky first. She turned round with a
smile of joy as the older girl came to her, and they melted together for a
hot tongue-duelling kiss, hands sliding up and down one another's bodies as
they embraced.
"I love you so much, Audrey," Becky said, looking up into the eyes of
the slightly taller girl, hoping that this time her declaration would be
reciprocated verbally.
"You love Sigma Alpha too, don't you, Becky?" Audrey asked, once more
flashing that strange smile. Becky nodded expressively. "Good," Audrey
said. "Because now I have a surprise for you."
Becky's eyes gleamed as the older girl led her to the bed and sat her
down. Oh, she could hardly wait to have her bare tits kissed and loved, to
have her cunt filled by Audrey's skillful tongue, could hardly endure the
passage of time before she could retaliate in kind upon the body of the
woman she loved!
Audrey seated herself beside the excited freshman, her hand lightly
cupping a breast through the gown's front.
"Becky," she began, "first of all, let me tell you that it's a great
honor--almost the greatest Sigma Alpha can offer--for a girl to be chosen
Best Pledge." Becky smiled in agreement. It was fantastic to know that the
sisters did like her so much. "However," Audrey went on, "it carries with
it a certain responsibility. The other pledges don't know about this,
won't know about it until it's their turn next year in their role as
actives to choose a Best Pledge from the ranks of the new girls."
Becky's eyes narrowed in thought. She wondered what Audrey was getting
at. What responsibility could a Best Pledge have?
"We chose you, Becky, and it was unanimous, as I said earlier. I voted
for you because I thought you were indeed the Best Pledge, and I didn't let
our relationship enter into the question. Becky, in a few minutes the
officers of Zeta Rho will join us here in the room and you will engage in
sexual intercourse with each of them, in order of their rank. This is an
ancient tradition of Sigma Alpha, and it is among the 'customs, secret and
renowned alike' that you swore to defend and uphold when you took the oath
of initiation."
A gasp of shock burst from the lips of pretty Becky. She instinctively
crossed both hands on her breasts, dislodging the hand that Audrey had
placed there. Doubt and disbelief contorted her face into a startled
parody of its natural beauty.
"I--I could never--" she whispered. "How could you think that I would
do-do--"
"You have to, Becky," Audrey declared flatly. "It's always been done. I
did it when I was chosen Best Pledge of my class and you can do it too."
"But--dear God, Audrey--I love you! You! How could you ask me to--to
make love with someone else--a boy--all those boys--I can't! I won't!
Never!!"
She threw herself upon the bed, lying on her side, back turned to
Audrey, and began to sob, wishing that her tears would flow.
"You have to," Audrey repeated. "Only this one time. Zeta Rho is our
brother fraternity, Becky. Right now this is much more important than
anything between us personally. And I promise you, afterwards we'll go on
just as we did before. You can live here at the chapter house, and we can
be together, and it'll be the same as always for you and me."
"But don't you understand?" Becky shrieked, sitting up with a haunted
glare in her shining blue eyes. "If you make me do this, it can never be
the same between us again! Audrey, I love you! I swear it before God!
Don't you feel anything for me at all?"
"Of course I do," Audrey smiled, touching Becky's daintily exposed front
once more. "I like you very much. In fact, you're my sister in Sigma
Alpha now. But you owe this to all your other sisters."
"Please!" Becky's fingers flew to the front of Audrey's gown, unbuttoned
it. Her hands thrust aside the parted flaps, her mouth fastened upon a
brown-tipped boob. She sucked, licked, raised her head. "Audrey," she
begged, "I'll suck your tits all night long, suck them till my mouth falls
off! I'll eat your cunt until you can't stand it any more, and I'll ream
your ass with my tongue until you come higher than a moon rocket. But
please don't make me fuck those guys!"
"Stop it, Becky!" Audrey commanded, pulling herself from the desperate
girl's grip. She arose, refastened her gown, tucking her breasts back out
of sight. Her eyes fixed upon the stricken form of Becky, still lying on
the bed. "Get undressed," she commanded. "I'm bringing the men up."
Alone in the room, Becky's tears began to flow at last. They dripped
down her cheeks, wetted the gown she wore as her gingerly moving hands
applied themselves to undoing its buttons. She threw it aside, throwing
with it all her dreams of true and constant love, and then tossed her bra
and panties and stockings atop its discarded meaningful crumple on the
floor. Nude and trembling, she lay on the bed, her legs quivering like
willows in a windstorm.
The door opened, and Audrey conducted into the room the president of
Zeta Rho. His eyes had that same gleam as he surveyed Becky's nude form,
and now she knew why the guys bad stared at her with such avidity
throughout the evening. She understood the sly grins from the active
sisters. Oh, God, she understood everything!
He stripped quickly, approached her with jutting, erect prick, and
climbed upon the bed beside her. His hands touched her thighs and they
spread obediently, but with no control from Becky's muscular center. He
fondled her pussy, ran his fingers through the velvet hair of her mons,
then poised atop her, prick aimed at her terrified opening.
Jesus! He entered her like a dagger attack. Becky's cunt had not been
explored by a penis in such a long time that she was tight, tighter than a
virgin at her defloration, and his penetration was agonizing. She screamed
softly, bucked her tummy down, squirmed her ass into the bed's surface,
trying vainly to escape the stabbing thrust of his cock. It hurt so much.
Her eyes fluttered and she stared wildly round the room, gaze lighting upon
the calm impassive figure of Audrey, leaning against the closed door.
Becky's glance begged but her prayer went unanswered. The boy riding her
jerked and shoved and pushed and fucked and his cock slid in and out of her
hole until she felt that the friction in her dry passage must set her
entire body aflame, and then he stiffened perceptibly and thrust against
her and she felt his come squirting madly in her belly.
He softened as soon as he had blown his nuts, and his peter slithered
from her, and he stepped off the bed. Dressing in silence, he made his way
out of the door at last, and Audrey went out with him, returning a moment
later with the second in line.
The vice president of Zeta Rho was just taking off his shorts to reveal
a cock of about ordinary size, even though its bulk seemed enormous to
Becky's dreading eyes. He touched the circumcised head appreciatively, and
started toward her.
"Oh," Becky said suddenly.
Audrey's eyebrows lifted.
"Oh," Becky repeated, "this is so embarrassing." She looked up at the
boy and asked in a voice that was near a whisper, "can you wait just a
minute? I have to go to the bathroom."
Audrey shook her head. "You're only drawing it out, Becky," she warned.
"I can't help it!" Becky hissed. "I have to go!"
Audrey came over to the bed. "Go ahead," she told the girl. "Right
through the door."
"I know where it is," Becky said as she climbed off the bed, the come of
her first partner starting to drip down her thighs as it oozed from her
disgraced cunt. It felt so slimy she wanted to die!
She closed the door behind her as she stood nude on the bathroom rug.
For good measure she drew the bolt. As soon as the sound of her action
began Audrey tapped lightly on the door. "You can't stay in there forever,
Becky," she said. "We'll break down the door if we have to."
"Can't I have any privacy?" Becky replied, her voice cracking under the
strain. She sat down upon the commode, drained her bladder, and flushed.
She made her way to the sink, studied her face in the mirror, horror-struck
by the sudden fear and distortion that reflected back at her. She washed
her hands, twice. And then her eyes fell upon the window.
Could it be? Dared she ever hope? She pressed her nose against the
glass. The tree in the front yard of the Sigma Alpha house was a tall,
venerable veteran. Its trunk rose along the forepart of the building,
and--dear God! If she could manage a leap from the window--a leap of no
more than four or five feet--she could reach the tree, could make her way
down its sturdy body to the ground--she could escape!
The dorm room was lonely for a while after Marjie had packed her clothes
and personal belongings and gone her way, but Becky soon grew accustomed to
that. After all, this was only a change in her life, and since coming here
to State, she had been in a constant state of flux. She missed having the
free and easy Marjie around for consultation and advice, but though she had
lost a friend she knew that losing friends was no more than an occupational
hazard of life. And though she was minus a friend, Becky was now possessed
of a lover, and she knew that the gain more than matched the loss.
She took to spending more and more time at the Sigma Alpha house, often
staying overnight to make hot mad love with Audrey, and even when
circumstances so leagued themselves as to prevent Becky from getting her
hands or mouth on Audrey's lovely tits and pussy, she knew that the
opportunity would come soon enough, all the sweeter for the tantalization
of delay.
The semester dragged on, and Becky continued her pledge activities at
Sig Alph. But her trial period was drawing to its close, and she awaited
eagerly the initiation ceremony scheduled for mid-December, just before
final exams and the semester break. It was then that she would be relieved
of her pledge pin, informed that she had fulfilled all the preliminary
requirements for membership, and now had the option of becoming a formal,
active sister of Sigma Alpha. She knew what her answer to that question
would be, for hadn't Audrey promised her that once she had made the
transition from pledge to active, Becky would be qualified to move into the
sorority house itself? And the pretty blonde freshman wanted absolutely
nothing in the world more than she wanted that!
Becky Ryan wandered through the days approaching the ceremonial evening
in a state approaching insensibility. She attended her classes, made
perfunctory attempts at taking notes, paying attention, and spent her
evenings either in Audrey's arms and bed, or on her own bed in the now so
empty dorm room, fingers diving madly in her own cunt as she thought about
the things she and her lover had done already--or, even more fascinating,
the things they soon would do.
Her gown for the occasion was lovely. She and Audrey had chosen it
together in the fanciest shop in town. It was lemon yellow, so long that
only her toes peeped forth below its hem, and it featured an empire bodice
that seemed to add fullness to her ripe young tits. Its sleeves were
short, and the neckline was cut out low to provide a sprightly view of
Becky's upper cleavage. She remembered with a tingle all the way from hair
to toes' ends the first time she had tried it on, in the fitting room at
the store, and Audrey had been so enchanted by it that she had given Becky
a big wet kiss when the saleslady's back was turned.
It seemed that the night itself would never come, and, even when it did,
Becky was unsure of its reality. She fidgeted through all her classes that
day, oblivious to the instructors' efforts to cram in as much material as
possible before finals, and, when the last bell of her afternoon had rung
and she had left her last class of the day, she ran on winged heels to her
dorm to begin the process of preparing for the real milestone of her young
life.
The weather was cold and Becky bundled up in her warmest coat and boots
before starting for the Sig Alph house. She had to take a bath
there--hopefully, she thought, Audrey would scrub her back, etcetera--and
get dressed, all by eight o'clock. Oh, damn, she mourned as she hurried
across the campus, she'd never have time to get laid before the initiation.
At least, there would be a long, long night afterwards. Time enough then.
Audrey met her in the hallway on the first floor of the chapter house,
gave her a fleeting kiss on the cheek. She was already dressed for the
evening in a stunning black outfit, long, slinky, with a long-sleeved top
that buttoned up the front, right to the base of her neck. The fabric of
the gown clung like skin to the outlines of her full fine breasts, leaving
the viewer tantalizingly certain that the beautiful chapter president was
braless beneath her suit.
"You'd better hurry upstairs and get ready," Audrey smiled. "Things are
going to be jumping around here before very long."
Becky stood a moment, slowly unbuttoning her long coat. "I was hoping
you might be able to help me dress," she smirked.
Audrey laughed and patted Becky lightly on the cheek of her ass. "I'll
help you get undressed, maybe--if you're a good girl. Now get a move on!"
Becky scampered up the steps to the second floor, entered Audrey's room,
opened the closet door, and took out with admiration all over her young
face the lovely gown she had bought for tonight. She posed before the
mirror, holding it up in front of her body, smiling at the innocence the
costume lent her. Innocent, but sexy too, she decided. And all of her
sexy innocence, all of her young passion, all of her hot lovemaking
talent--all would belong to Audrey forever and ever, once the formalities
of the evening had been concluded. Her fingers flew as she stripped off
the clothes she had worn over from Bentley Hall, and she hopped into the
tub, scrubbed herself demonically, and rushed to dry and dress.
When Becky came downstairs, radiant in her yellow gown, white gloves
capping her dainty hands, nearly everyone bad arrived. It would be a small
ceremony. Sigma Alpha's rather rigorous standards of selection had
guaranteed that the sorority would have fewer members than most of the
other sisterhoods on campus. There were only eleven active members, and
seven pledges had been chosen from among the applicants of Rush Week. The
exclusiveness of the process made each Sigma Alpha girl feel that she was
someone very special.
At eight promptly everyone present filed into the parlor, which had been
decorated by the active sisters for the occasion. The pledges took their
assigned chairs, and the Sig Alph girl named Carolyn sat down at the piano
and began to play the sorority song. Next, the actives, all looking
gorgeous in fashionable formal dresses, entered and took their seats. They
were followed by four neatly garbed young men. These were the presidents,
vice-presidents, secretary-treasurer, and sergeant at arms of Zeta Rho, a
fraternity that had certain ties to Sigma Alpha. The organizations had
been founded here on campus over fifty years earlier, and the first
presidents of each had been a boy and a girl who were engaged and later
married. Since that time there had been a traditional close relationship
between Sig Alph and Zeta Rho, and officers of each attended the
installation and initiation ceremonies of the other--the only outsiders
permitted at such ceremonies.
Last of all came Audrey, wearing a corsage presented to her by the
pledge class. She entered the room just as Carolyn played the last piano
chord of the sorority song, and took her place at a lectern.
Becky listened attentively as Audrey made her speech of introduction,
describing and discussing the goals of Sigma Alpha, the lessons a young
woman could learn during her membership, the hope that the sorority
experience would be of permanent value in later life. The phrases she
used, the examples she stressed, the objectives she cited--all were
stereotypical and hackneyed, the same kind of things graduation speakers in
rural high schools always say; but Becky thought them eloquent and fluent
and possessed of deep and meaningful emotion as she listened to Audrey's
clear, melodic voice. She thought over and over as she watched the tall,
gorgeous girl who presided at the meeting that this, indeed, was the woman
she loved, the one human being who could touch her most sensitive feelings,
arouse her to the greatest heights. And perhaps tonight, after all this
was over, and she and Audrey lay sweat-locked on the upstairs bed, perhaps
tonight, of all nights, Audrey would finally tell her how much she loved
Becky. That was the only thing missing in their relationship so far, the
knowledge that Becky's passion had its counterpart in the breast of the
other girl.
"It is a custom of Sigma Alpha," Audrey was saying, "to select each year
one of our prospective members to be named Best Pledge. This is a high
honor indeed, and it is voted by the active members to reward the young
lady who best exemplifies the hope we all share for the future of this
sisterhood. This year, I am delighted to announce, the vote of the active
sisters of Sigma Alpha was unanimous. I should now like to present to you
1974's Best Pledge--Rebecca Mary Ryan. Becky, please stand up."
Her ears tingling with the blush that overspread her entire body, Becky
stood up to the hearty applause of all in the room. She looked round. The
visiting guys were smiling in approval as they watched her, and the actives
had congratulatory expressions on their faces. Even the other pledges
seemed truly happy to see Becky gain the coveted honor and their palms
slapped together with vigor. She sat down, still blushing, but gratified
that she had made such a good impression upon the girls with whom she would
be soon and closely associated.
The ceremony went on. Audrey called the pledges to the front of the
room, collected the pledge pins they had worn since their invitation to
join, apprised them all that they had won the right to become sisters, and
asked if each of them in her turn did indeed desire to join Sigma Alpha.
There were no rejections, and, with the aid of the sorority's chaplain,
Audrey administered the oath of initiation. There was another song, this
time with all the girls singing the lyrics, and the meeting adjourned.
Each new sister carried a white rose as the whole company made its way to
the spacious dining room for a party of welcome.
What a beautiful night, Becky thought, as sister Marcy handed her a
perfectly mixed whiskey sour. What a beautiful night this has been, and
what a beautiful night it will be!
* * * *
With finals approaching, the university library was on a schedule of
twenty-four-hour access to students and faculty. Dave Shearing was
grateful for that, for he had a good bit of work to get finished. He was
teaching here at State with his Master's in history, but he was working on
his doctoral degree at the same time. He bad finished the classwork
required, leaving only the labor of writing his dissertation. Right now he
was sitting at a carrel desk on the sixth floor of the library, probing
through a stack of reference books on the subject of medieval contact
between China and Europe and the consequent effect upon European culture.
It was his dissertation subject, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to
concentrate.
His carrel abutted on a large plate glass window, and he could see,
glowing from the lights within, the Sigma Alpha house. That was the
sorority Becky Ryan had pledged, and he still had the enigmatic girl on his
mind. Tonight it looked as if they were having a party there. Lights were
bright, and he had a glimpse of the picture window in the dining room,
where he could see the swirling long gowns of a number of girls. Dave
couldn't pick Becky out in the crowd, but he knew she must be there, and in
his heart he wished he were too. He would give anything to have her for
his own, even though he knew it could never be.
There! he thought he saw her, but--was it? He couldn't tell at that
distance, and there was a large tree growing in the yard that cut off much
of his view of the window itself. She seemed to have her blonde hair in a
different style than usual, but wasn't that her? The vision of beauty in
the light yellow gown? The books languished unnoticed in front of him as
he strove to telescope his eyes and satisfy his curiosity. Smoking here in
the stacks was forbidden, but he found himself nonetheless packing his pipe
and placing it between his lips. He touched a match to the bowl, puffed
until the tobacco caught a light, and told himself that if any of the
library staff happened to come up to this floor, he'd just pretend to be
the proverbial absent-minded professor.
* * * *
Becky was very moderate in her drinking most of the time--she wasn't
really even a social imbiber--but tonight, drunk already on the excitement
of the occasion, she let herself go. By her third whiskey sour she was
feeling very giddy in the head, and she knew it was time to call a halt to
her indulgence. She had to be presentable later, when she set herself to
warming the chill from Audrey's bed.
"Having a good time, Best Pledge?" asked one of the actives, linking a
sisterly arm round Becky's waist.
"The most wonderful time ever," Becky smiled.
She was introduced to the boys from Zeta Rho. They were all handsome
athletic guys, wearing identical blazers with their fraternity letters
emblazoned on the breastpockets. Each of them took Becky's hand in his and
said something nice to her, and she was fully aware of the frankness of
their eyes as they peered at the demure cleavage revealed by her scooped
neckline. She preened herself before their eyes, exulting secretly that
her charms were no longer for such rough, hairy-bodied creatures as men,
teasing them with hints of the juicy joyful body they could never touch or
taste.
By eleven-thirty the party had more or less broken up. The young
initiates had gone home, as had one or two of the actives who lived in on
or off campus apartments. Only Becky, of the new sisters of Sigma Alpha,
and the boarding members, and the guys from Zeta Rho were still in the
house. As her eyes flashed to Audrey, hopeful, expectant, the pretty
blonde freshman wondered if it would be politic for the two of them to go
upstairs now, pondered whether the others would know, would somehow hear
their ecstasies in the bedroom, the ecstasies she was now fully confident
would be hers soon. And, emboldened by the whiskey she had drunk, Becky
thought dreamily of the pleasure it would give her if they did know, if
those guys should be fully aware that the trim young body they had been
eyeing was being enjoyed by the tall and beautiful sorority president while
they sat below, envious and neglected. She giggled at the thought, and
Audrey came to her, placing a hand upon the shoulder of her gown.
"Well, Best Pledge?" she said, and Becky's heart leaped a mile into the
air at the electricity implicit in that touch and those sweet-spoken words.
"You're not tired out already, are you?"
"Oh, no," Becky giggled softly. "I'm still full of life."
"Good," Audrey replied, and her lips curled into a smile that Becky
couldn't quite interpret. It was the smile of someone who knew something,
something secret, something delightful, perhaps, but something definitely
private.
Audrey set down the drink she had been holding, and took the only
half-drained one from Becky's hands. "Why don't you come upstairs with
me?" she asked. "There's one last thing I want to talk to you about
tonight. One unfinished pledge matter."
Becky arose with dancing feet, not even looking at the others in the
room. She didn't see the broad smiles on the faces of the sisters and the
Zeta Rho boys as she and Audrey left the dining room and clattered up the
stairs, frankly noisy in their high platform-heeled shoes.
They went into Audrey's quarters, Becky first. She turned round with a
smile of joy as the older girl came to her, and they melted together for a
hot tongue-duelling kiss, hands sliding up and down one another's bodies as
they embraced.
"I love you so much, Audrey," Becky said, looking up into the eyes of
the slightly taller girl, hoping that this time her declaration would be
reciprocated verbally.
"You love Sigma Alpha too, don't you, Becky?" Audrey asked, once more
flashing that strange smile. Becky nodded expressively. "Good," Audrey
said. "Because now I have a surprise for you."
Becky's eyes gleamed as the older girl led her to the bed and sat her
down. Oh, she could hardly wait to have her bare tits kissed and loved, to
have her cunt filled by Audrey's skillful tongue, could hardly endure the
passage of time before she could retaliate in kind upon the body of the
woman she loved!
Audrey seated herself beside the excited freshman, her hand lightly
cupping a breast through the gown's front.
"Becky," she began, "first of all, let me tell you that it's a great
honor--almost the greatest Sigma Alpha can offer--for a girl to be chosen
Best Pledge." Becky smiled in agreement. It was fantastic to know that the
sisters did like her so much. "However," Audrey went on, "it carries with
it a certain responsibility. The other pledges don't know about this,
won't know about it until it's their turn next year in their role as
actives to choose a Best Pledge from the ranks of the new girls."
Becky's eyes narrowed in thought. She wondered what Audrey was getting
at. What responsibility could a Best Pledge have?
"We chose you, Becky, and it was unanimous, as I said earlier. I voted
for you because I thought you were indeed the Best Pledge, and I didn't let
our relationship enter into the question. Becky, in a few minutes the
officers of Zeta Rho will join us here in the room and you will engage in
sexual intercourse with each of them, in order of their rank. This is an
ancient tradition of Sigma Alpha, and it is among the 'customs, secret and
renowned alike' that you swore to defend and uphold when you took the oath
of initiation."
A gasp of shock burst from the lips of pretty Becky. She instinctively
crossed both hands on her breasts, dislodging the hand that Audrey had
placed there. Doubt and disbelief contorted her face into a startled
parody of its natural beauty.
"I--I could never--" she whispered. "How could you think that I would
do-do--"
"You have to, Becky," Audrey declared flatly. "It's always been done. I
did it when I was chosen Best Pledge of my class and you can do it too."
"But--dear God, Audrey--I love you! You! How could you ask me to--to
make love with someone else--a boy--all those boys--I can't! I won't!
Never!!"
She threw herself upon the bed, lying on her side, back turned to
Audrey, and began to sob, wishing that her tears would flow.
"You have to," Audrey repeated. "Only this one time. Zeta Rho is our
brother fraternity, Becky. Right now this is much more important than
anything between us personally. And I promise you, afterwards we'll go on
just as we did before. You can live here at the chapter house, and we can
be together, and it'll be the same as always for you and me."
"But don't you understand?" Becky shrieked, sitting up with a haunted
glare in her shining blue eyes. "If you make me do this, it can never be
the same between us again! Audrey, I love you! I swear it before God!
Don't you feel anything for me at all?"
"Of course I do," Audrey smiled, touching Becky's daintily exposed front
once more. "I like you very much. In fact, you're my sister in Sigma
Alpha now. But you owe this to all your other sisters."
"Please!" Becky's fingers flew to the front of Audrey's gown, unbuttoned
it. Her hands thrust aside the parted flaps, her mouth fastened upon a
brown-tipped boob. She sucked, licked, raised her head. "Audrey," she
begged, "I'll suck your tits all night long, suck them till my mouth falls
off! I'll eat your cunt until you can't stand it any more, and I'll ream
your ass with my tongue until you come higher than a moon rocket. But
please don't make me fuck those guys!"
"Stop it, Becky!" Audrey commanded, pulling herself from the desperate
girl's grip. She arose, refastened her gown, tucking her breasts back out
of sight. Her eyes fixed upon the stricken form of Becky, still lying on
the bed. "Get undressed," she commanded. "I'm bringing the men up."
Alone in the room, Becky's tears began to flow at last. They dripped
down her cheeks, wetted the gown she wore as her gingerly moving hands
applied themselves to undoing its buttons. She threw it aside, throwing
with it all her dreams of true and constant love, and then tossed her bra
and panties and stockings atop its discarded meaningful crumple on the
floor. Nude and trembling, she lay on the bed, her legs quivering like
willows in a windstorm.
The door opened, and Audrey conducted into the room the president of
Zeta Rho. His eyes had that same gleam as he surveyed Becky's nude form,
and now she knew why the guys bad stared at her with such avidity
throughout the evening. She understood the sly grins from the active
sisters. Oh, God, she understood everything!
He stripped quickly, approached her with jutting, erect prick, and
climbed upon the bed beside her. His hands touched her thighs and they
spread obediently, but with no control from Becky's muscular center. He
fondled her pussy, ran his fingers through the velvet hair of her mons,
then poised atop her, prick aimed at her terrified opening.
Jesus! He entered her like a dagger attack. Becky's cunt had not been
explored by a penis in such a long time that she was tight, tighter than a
virgin at her defloration, and his penetration was agonizing. She screamed
softly, bucked her tummy down, squirmed her ass into the bed's surface,
trying vainly to escape the stabbing thrust of his cock. It hurt so much.
Her eyes fluttered and she stared wildly round the room, gaze lighting upon
the calm impassive figure of Audrey, leaning against the closed door.
Becky's glance begged but her prayer went unanswered. The boy riding her
jerked and shoved and pushed and fucked and his cock slid in and out of her
hole until she felt that the friction in her dry passage must set her
entire body aflame, and then he stiffened perceptibly and thrust against
her and she felt his come squirting madly in her belly.
He softened as soon as he had blown his nuts, and his peter slithered
from her, and he stepped off the bed. Dressing in silence, he made his way
out of the door at last, and Audrey went out with him, returning a moment
later with the second in line.
The vice president of Zeta Rho was just taking off his shorts to reveal
a cock of about ordinary size, even though its bulk seemed enormous to
Becky's dreading eyes. He touched the circumcised head appreciatively, and
started toward her.
"Oh," Becky said suddenly.
Audrey's eyebrows lifted.
"Oh," Becky repeated, "this is so embarrassing." She looked up at the
boy and asked in a voice that was near a whisper, "can you wait just a
minute? I have to go to the bathroom."
Audrey shook her head. "You're only drawing it out, Becky," she warned.
"I can't help it!" Becky hissed. "I have to go!"
Audrey came over to the bed. "Go ahead," she told the girl. "Right
through the door."
"I know where it is," Becky said as she climbed off the bed, the come of
her first partner starting to drip down her thighs as it oozed from her
disgraced cunt. It felt so slimy she wanted to die!
She closed the door behind her as she stood nude on the bathroom rug.
For good measure she drew the bolt. As soon as the sound of her action
began Audrey tapped lightly on the door. "You can't stay in there forever,
Becky," she said. "We'll break down the door if we have to."
"Can't I have any privacy?" Becky replied, her voice cracking under the
strain. She sat down upon the commode, drained her bladder, and flushed.
She made her way to the sink, studied her face in the mirror, horror-struck
by the sudden fear and distortion that reflected back at her. She washed
her hands, twice. And then her eyes fell upon the window.
Could it be? Dared she ever hope? She pressed her nose against the
glass. The tree in the front yard of the Sigma Alpha house was a tall,
venerable veteran. Its trunk rose along the forepart of the building,
and--dear God! If she could manage a leap from the window--a leap of no
more than four or five feet--she could reach the tree, could make her way
down its sturdy body to the ground--she could escape!
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