Seducing a Kappa Delta girl proved to be quite a challenge. Their reputation as being a quasi-Christian sorority made getting one of their girls into bed a little daunting.
But did that stop me? No!
Kirsten was a friend of a friend, and the typical all-American girl. She was a cheerleader, straight-A student, secretary of the senior class, went to Tijuana during the summer with her youth group to build houses for the poor. She had dated one of my best friends in high school, though she had gone to our rival high school. Though they had gone out for over a year, the most he had gotten was a quick feel of her tits on the outside of her shirt. They had broken up at the beginning of our senior year (rumor had it that it was because she wouldn't put out) and, as far as I knew, she hadn't have another boyfriend since.
But college changed everyone and, I hoped, Kirsten was no different.
Time was running out, so I put on a quick press. Had her for dinner, study dates (I feigned trouble in English, my strongest subject), and finally to one of our house parties.
We danced, laughed, drank from the communal keg and punch bowl. She touched me in those quick, easy, flirtatious ways and my confidence jumped.
Finally, after I had plied her with enough drink I suggested we go someplace quiet to talk. She just smiled a little absently and followed. We went upstairs to one of the "fuck chambers" and closed the door. We sat down on the bed and I smiled my best smile at her.
"This is great, Joe. This is great."
"Thank you." I had no idea what she was talking about. I put my hand on her thigh. She didn't move it.
"Kirsten, you're so beautiful. Why didn't I try to steal you away from Tom back home?"
"I don't know, Joe. I loved Tom so much."
I eased my hand farther up her leg, still getting no resistance. I looked in her big blue eyes. My heart was beating fast with anticipation.
"Kirsten, can I kiss you?"
"Sure, Joe." I leaned into her and touched my lips to hers. She must have been more out of it than I thought, as she didn't kiss back very much.
I moved my hand to her breast. She let me for a second before moving it off.
"Joe, would Jesus approve?"
"Oh yeah he would!" I leaned her back on the bed, this time my hand went all the way under her skirt until it reached the fabric of her panties. Kirsten started to struggle but couldn't quite bring herself to. All that booze she had had was having an effect.
I quickly undid my pants and pulled them and my boxers down in a flash. I tested my hardness with my hand, all ready to go. I pressed my mouth to hers, trying to distract her as I pulled her panties down. I knew I had to strike quickly and would have no time for preliminaries.
"Joe, what are you doing?" I used my knees to get her legs apart, then moved up between them. I pressed my throbbing cock to the entrance of her pussy. She was wet enough so I plunged all nine inches into her.
Surprisingly, there was no hymen to tear. I wondered if she really had fucked before or some mishap had robbed her of her maidenhead. I really didn't care, I just started thrusting in and out of her hot, wet, tight cunt.
Suddenly she realized what was happening. Her brain was saying no, but her body had other ideas. She started in a litany of "No's" and "yeses" as her body and mind struggled with each other.
