"This is just stupid." I thought as I listened to the upper-class woman talk. About two dozen girls had signed on for pledge week at Alpha Alpha Omega sorority. This was the last day. We had listened to lectures on confidentiality and learned the code of conduct, quacked like ducks, scrubbed the floors, and done lots of other inane exercises. We were down to a dozen girls now. The rest had either washed out or quit in disgust.
It wasn't like I really wanted to belong to their stupid sorority anyway. The only reason I was there was to appease my mother who thought it would be cool if we were both mother and daughter and "sisters" at the same time. She had gone to the same college and joined Alpha Alpha Omega during her freshman year.
I was a serious student and really not into partying, plus I had worked for years to save money for college. I'd had a bunch of odd jobs and in the summers was a counselor/instructor at a girls tennis camp. When I won my dual scholarship (academic and tennis) I had money to spare. I rented a little efficiency just off campus where I could concentrate on my studies and it was also close to the sports hub. There was no way I was going to live in a sorority house or probably participate in their campus antics.
So when she announced the final challenge I thought "Really?; 'Find a perfect stranger and give him a BJ without ever seeing his face or him seeing yours'?" The dozen candidates shrunk to eight. I considered bailing out as well but I knew how disappointed my mother would be even though I was pretty sure she wouldn't approve of this final initiation step.
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It wasn't like I had never given a BJ before. My stomach churned at the memory of the first one though. I had just turned eighteen and Dan and I had been dating for a while. We were in a parking lot outside the movie theater we were scheduled to go in in a little while. The session began with a kiss and progressed. What started as a mild exercise in petting grew in intensity. Dan was older and knew what he wanted. He guided my hand down and told me to wrap it around his penis. How or when he had unzipped I'll never know. He showed me how to stroke my hand up and down and it didn't take long before he ejaculated all over my hand. He handed me a handkerchief and I cleaned off my hand and him. It didn't do anything for me but did please him.
We went in and watched the movie and again there was some petting involved. I could feel that he was hard through his jeans. After the movie he drove me home. While we were still driving I saw him unzip and pull it out. He took my hand and placed it on his hard hot shaft. I wrapped my fingers around it and began to slowly stroke it like I had before.
"Slow down," he ordered. I did as instructed. When we got in my driveway he ordered me to put it in my mouth while I stroked him. In less than a minute he erupted in my mouth. His hand was on the back of my head holding me down and some went down my throat. It was the most foul tasting thing I'd ever tasted. The closest analogy I can come up with is month old tuna salad.
I pushed his hand away, bailed out of the door and threw up in the flowerbed. I ran in the house and up the stairs to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth three times and used a half bottle of Listerine to try and gargle the rest away. My mother knocked on the door and asked if I was OK. I told her that something I ate didn't agree with me and she said that if she could help just to call out. I vowed to never give a BJ again and went to bed.
Dan called me the next day and wanted to go out again. I could hear the mirth in his voice. I told him to go to hell.
A week or so later Tim told me that he heard Dan and I had broken up. I agreed that we had, but offered no further commentary. He asked me out and I accepted readily. I had known Tim for years. He was shy but active in community activities. Everyone liked Tim, including my parents.
On our third date Tim and I started petting. His shyness was kind of appealing. He took me to dinner at a nice restaurant and asked me to the prom. After a movie he took me home and while in the driveway the petting turned into a hand job for him. It was messy but he was happy. So was I. I enjoyed that feeling of power that comes from controlling another persons bodily functions.
Two dates later and Tim was asking me to put it in my mouth. I remembered the first time and refused. The next night I was baby sitting and after the kids were put to bed I sat down in front of the TV. I channel surfed a bit and came a across an episode of "Sex In The City" I had seen the show before but in this episode one of the stars hated the way her boyfriend tasted when he came in her mouth. She was talking to one of the other stars and admitted that she had done it for lots of other guys but this was the only one who tasted bad.
The idea was stuck in my head all night that perhaps I shouldn't prejudge Tim because of my experience with Dan. The next night I let Tim cum in my mouth. It tasted like watered down school glue. Not pleasant but tolerable. It was spring break and we dated three or four nights a week. On the last date he asked me to swallow. I refused and he got mad and told me all the other girls were doing it. That pissed me off and I suggested that he try dating them. As I left his car he told me our prom date was off.
I had already bought my dress and was pissed. The next day I was getting some sun in the backyard when Timmy, the proverbial boy next door, came over. I had known Timmy virtually all my life. We were even born on the same day in the same hospital. He was what you would call a nerd. He is about 5'8' and scrawny. He had been invited to apply to MIT and granted a full scholarship. 800 Sat's and all, he was a nice nerd.
"Are you all set for the prom?'" he asked. I told him I wasn't going and that Tim and I had broken up. I didn't, of course, give him details. He surprised me with, "Could Timmy be a substitute?"
I looked at him in surprise. Timmy is about two inches shorter than me and I was afraid that in even the moderate pumps I had bought I'd dwarf him. I knew that he was sensitive about his size. I asked if he was sure and he eagerly nodded. I agreed. The prom was just three weeks away.
The next morning I was again working on my tan.. I had already run six miles that morning and was pretty sweaty. Timmy came over and asked what color my dress was so he would know what type of corsage to buy and what color Tux to rent. I invited him in so he could see it for himself. He sat in the kitchen while I carried my dress down. He made notes.
The two weeks flew by. School was back in session and so was tennis practice. The thought of the prom was pretty much pushed from my head. When the night came I was prepared. At my Mom's insistence I went to the hairdresser that afternoon. The place was full of my classmates. That done, I went home and began to get dressed. My mom help proudly.
Timmy showed up at precisely seven o'clock. His powder blue Tux was a perfect compliment to my dark blue dress. His bow-tie and his cummerbund matched my dress perfectly The light blue orchid corsage he presented me with was exactly the same hue as his suit. I was a bit overwhelmed and the puny boutonniere I pinned to his lapel seemed lacking.
