"If I had known the requirements to get into this sorority from the start, I probably wouldn't have pledged," the blond freshman girl complained.
"It's not that bad. All you have to do is get five different guys to cream-pie you. Girl, with your body, that's going to be easy. What isn't going to be easy is convincing my boyfriend to let me do this. Sex with five guys without condoms? I might not have a boyfriend soon," the tall black girl said in response.
"I'm in the same boat. When my boyfriend hears about what I need to do, he is going to freak," a busty red-haired girl standing next to the other two added.
"You know you can do the second option if you want," I said, walking up to the group after overhearing them. All three girls gave me a look of disgust.
"That option is even worse. I think they have it just as a joke and not to be taken seriously," the red-haired girl replied. I excused myself and walked away from the group. We had just been informed of the final requirement before we could officially consider ourselves as sisters of Delta Theta Fellowship. I was one step away from being able to proudly declare to all my friends that I am DTF.
But the task they laid before us would not be easy, but rather very risky. As my fellow pledges had discussed, one of the two options we had was to get five different men to cum inside our vaginas. The sorority president also spent a long time explaining that we were absolutely not allowed to be on birth control of any kind. I was already meeting this requirement, not that I was planning to take this option.
What surprised me was it sounded like all the pledges were going to take this route. I was shocked by this. A pregnancy would ruin our college careers. Who cares if you get into a sorority if you have to drop out a few months later to raise a baby? I did have a lot of respect for my pledge sisters, but now I seriously doubted their intelligence.
The far better option, in my opinion, was the second one that I tried to get that group to do earlier but failed. For this option, you were required to be fully naked and uncovered at five different specific locations around campus. No sexual acts required. Zero chances of getting impregnated. These places were:
1) One of your classes. You had to be naked for the whole class.
2) Eat an entire meal nude in a dorm cafeteria.
3) Skinny dip in the school's Olympic-sized pool for thirty minutes during normal open swim hours
4) Spend ten minutes in the University's president's office, fully unclothed
It wasn't going to be easy, for sure. I was not an exhibitionist and had only shown my nude body to my last two boyfriends and no one else. Fulfilling these five tasks would probably increase the amount of people to see my pussy by 5 to 10 people by my own estimates. I blushed even thinking about it. But it would be worth it in the end. I would end up in my dream sorority without getting impregnated at age nineteen. A win-win scenario minus letting people around school see my naked tits and ass. A win-win-loss? Well, except the people who get to see my naked body would call it a win. Fuck maybe this option is more complicated than I thought.
I made a note to discuss this with my parents later, who both work in human resources, and I moved on to focus on getting these tasks completed. The first, and probably the hardest, was being naked for an entire class. To begin, I needed to consider what class to do this in. Looking over my class schedule, I narrowed it down to two possibilities. I was taking a women's study course taught by a female professor who was very open-minded. The class was in the basement of an old building at the edge of campus. Only fifteen students, including myself, attended, of which thirteen were girls.
The other class of mine I was considering was my European History lecture. It was held in a large lecture hall where, commonly, four to five hundred students would attend. The professor was known for his distaste of women taking his classes, and thus, the class was heavily male. I felt like an idiot for even considering choosing the history lecture for my nude class, but then I remembered something. A guy I had a crush on named Oscar was one of the two males in my women's study group. The idea of him seeing my naked body was way too embarrassing. My cheeks were burning even thinking about him seeing me in my underwear, let alone fully nude. I was going with the history class for sure.
I emailed my professor, Dr. Hull, clearly laying out why I needed to be naked for one of his lectures. I spent a lot of time laying out a clear argument, which I thought was well crafted. However, over the next week, he never responded. In one of the lectures that week, he made an announcement asking us not to fill his inbox with joke messages, and it seemed like he was looking at me when he said that. Why would he think I was joking about being nude in his class? How is that funny? I emailed him again but with an even longer message. I also cc'ed his department head as well. I still got no response. This first task was taking way too long so I decided to go to his office ahead of our next lecture. I was going to get his permission today, no matter what.
An hour before class I lucked out and found Dr. Hull in his office and alone. "Professor? I'm Zoey from your European History class. I've been emailing you to get your permission for something, and you haven't replied back," I said, walking into the office and closing the door behind me.
Dr. Hull looked up, and his face dropped. "Oh, for the love of Charlemagne. You've gone too far with this stupid prank girl. I had to explain to my boss, the head of the history department, that I don't have young women attending my lectures with their pussies out," he complained.
"Yet," I said, correcting him.
"What?"
"You meant to say that you don't have women attending your lecture with their pussies out yet. Because today is the day I really need to attend class fully naked. I promise I'll take really good notes if that's what you're worried about."
"You're... serious, aren't you? This isn't some freshmen prank like in my American History class last year when all my students pretended like they were San Francisco 1906 earthquake deniers?" Earthquakes can't break steel beams, I wanted to shout, but I held back from arguing for now.
"It's for a sorority. If I do this, I'll be admitted into my dream Greek house. Please, professor!"
"No! You have to realize I was never going to let you show off your naked body in my class!"
"But why? Give me one good reason why I can't!"
"I'll give you five. One, I'll be fired. Two, we won't get anything done in class because everyone will be staring at you. Three, someone seeing you naked might get the wrong idea and try something with you, which I will be held responsible for. Four, it's not sanitary. Five, have you ever seen or heard of anyone attending class naked? Not in absurd fiction or porn videos but in real life? The answer is no." As he explained his stupid reasons, he aggressively counted them out with his finger while getting louder and louder.
I wasn't going to be intimidated into not getting naked. I stood up and countered his points while slamming my fist onto his desk. "One, the history department head is male, and males like seeing naked women. How does that lead to you getting fired? Two, I usually don't pay attention to your lectures anyway, so no harm there. Also, just make a new class rule that they are not allowed to look at my nude tits during the lecture. Duh-doy! Three, I couldn't get anyone to go out with me last Valentine's Day. I don't see how my being naked would all of a sudden make guys interested in me. Four, I'm actually insulted that you are implying my body isn't clean. I am able to stop my body from secreting any fluids except when I watch boys wrestle. Apologies again for the mess during your lecture on ancient Greece. And finally, five, I'll give you a blow job if you let me attend class naked."
The professor raised his eyebrow upon hearing my last counterpoint. "Your fifth point was a really good one, and I didn't have an argument against it. But I'm serious. You agree to let me, and I'll let you face fuck me right now in your office. This can't be that surprising to hear. You're a college professor. Hot coeds are probably offering you sex all the time for better grades," I said.
"The only student in my twenty years of teaching here to ever proposition me was an eighty-year-old woman who was willing to blow me in exchange for a better grade on her last test. She was only taking the class for the 'life experience,' but she wanted to impress her husband by getting an A on the test."
"I'm a bit younger than eighty, but what do you say professor. Want me to wrap my lips around your cock and, in exchange, let my nude tits get some exposure to world history?" Dr. Hull gave my body a look over.
"I spent ten years in college to earn my advanced degree in history and then another twenty here to get to my current position. You're asking me to risk all of that... But I do like blow jobs. So..." I took that as a yes and excitedly hopped over the him.
He sat in his leather chair, and I got on my knees in front of him. He looked down with a smile as I undid his belt and pants. After my first boyfriend broke up with me because 'I sucked at sucking cock,' I promised myself to do better. I watched blow job porn whenever I had free time in my dorm room. Right after my third roommate in three months transferred to another room, I felt like I learned the essential lessons of giving oral sex to a guy. It's important to use your tongue, work the shaft with your hands, and don't make yourself constantly laugh by quoting Big Bang Theory during the act. As a result of my hard work, my second boyfriend said I
was 'meh' at giving head.
"I know guys like it when women compliment their penis when they see it for the first time. Are you more self-conscious about the length, girth, color, or smell of yours? Cause I could formulate what I say around that," I kindly offered.
"What? Just get on with the blow job," Dr. Hull said.
"Fine, I'll just make a guess." I pulled his pants and underwear down and was face to face with his dick. "Wow, your dick is the longest I've ever seen. My single hand can barely grab the full length of it. Very impressive professor." Dr. Hull oddly responded to my kindness by putting his hand over his face.
I shrugged and then took him into my mouth. While I didn't know much about blowing guys, this being only the third dick I've had in my mouth, I knew I liked the taste of them. Particularly the taste of pre-cum, which was rapidly filling my mouth. "Mmmm," I mouth as my lips ran up and down his shaft. Feeling frisky, I took his penis out of my mouth and teased his tip with my tongue.
