Author's Preface:
Everyone in this story is over eighteen years old. The story is entirely fictional. Any similarities to real people or events are purely coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome.
These are the stories of Tammy Tatum and her sexual adventures at the University of Texas in Austin. It's a completely standalone story. Tammy is a cute girl from a small town in Texas.
Enjoy.
When I decided to go to UT Austin for college, I called my Aunt Lilly. She had gone to UT twenty something years ago and she was ecstatic. She was in the sorority Theta Alpha Beta when she was there, and told me that the years that she spent with her sorority sisters were the best years of her life. Many of her sisters remained close over the years.
Aunt Lilly called in some favors to get me into Theta Alpha Beta. She called both the national and local chapters, and her friends in high places who were sisters. She told them about me coming to UT and that I wanted to join. Aunt Lilly even paid all my fees for me. My parents didn't even want me to go to college, much less join a sorority, so I didn't tell them.
I didn't know much about Theta Alpha Beta, except my aunt was in it, and that she loved it. Since my aunt was a sister, I was a "legacy," and it would be easier for me to be asked to join. They couldn't just let me in. I still had to go through all the work, and the rushing process is complicated. They weren't officially allowed to help me through the process, but they introduced me to people that could unofficially guide me. I couldn't have gotten through it without their help. I was lost at a school as big as UT. My hometown had two thousand people in it and UT had forty thousand students.
Meeting with all the houses was required, but I got a bid from Theta Alpha Beta, and I accepted it. I received my pledge pin, and I was a pledge for the next six weeks.
Pledging was fun. It was like a probationary period. The sorority invited me, but they wanted to make sure that I was a good fit for them.
The first thing they did was assign us a "big sister" to help us through the pledging process. Pam was my big sister and was a real help to me. Some of the things the pledges did were boring, like learning the history and values of the chapter. We helped with some of the grunt work when the sorority did community service activities. There was some silly stuff too. We had to learn the sorority song and memorize the sorority oath. Then we had to recite the oath and do a little dance number while singing the sorority song. We had to do it all in skimpy outfits for all the sisters. They all cheered and or booed, but it was all in fun.
They assigned us embarrassing stuff too. Once we had to wear our pledge pins on our panties and get a random guy to take a picture of it in a campus building. Another time we had to flash our boobs for a stranger somewhere our big sister could see us do it.
The most embarrassing thing we did was shaving our pussies with the help of our big sister. Once we finished, she took a picture. A woman had never touched me down there before. It surprised me that it felt so good especially when they rubbed the soothing lotion in. Having a bald pussy felt great and I liked the look. I've kept it shaved ever since. We all gathered in the main room and showed off for all the sisters, who whistled and clapped.
The next day, we wore panties with TAB printed on the back. All the pledges lined up, bent over, and lifted their skirts for a picture. Then we had to pull our panties down to our knees, making sure the TAB logo was showing and lifted our skirts for another picture. Our faces weren't in them. It was pretty funny. It wouldn't have been that embarrassing except that we did it on the steps of the sorority house at noon. A crowd gathered and took pictures with their phones. I'm sure they ended up on the internet. There weren't many pledges and people played a game to guess which pussy belong to who. We all were bald down there which made it a little harder.
To assess our commitment to our sisters, they gave us assignments like cooking and serving a sister, breakfast in bed wearing a nightie or washing all the windows in the house wearing bikinis. Some girls thought it was demeaning, but I didn't care. It's not like we were naked. It was fun because we got to bond with the other pledges through the shared hardship. They wanted the girls that were not committed to drop out. A sorority is like a big house full of family, and everyone must fit into the family for it to work.
A few of the pledges dropped out, but most stayed. I already felt like part of the family and would be crushed if I didn't get voted in.
Sororities have this odd rule that they can't host parties. When we wanted to have one, it was a "mixer" hosted with a fraternity. Our brother fraternity was Delta Tau Chi, so they hosted parties with us.
The DTC guys were good-looking, and most were athletes. Several of the sisters had boyfriends in DTC. They took particular care of the pledges and saw to it that we enjoyed ourselves. There was always plenty of beer and liquor and they would sneak it to the pledges. We were all underage, but they saw to it that we had all the drinks we wanted. When it came time for the sorority to vote to make us members, they asked Delta Tau Chi members what they thought of us. The pledges were always under evaluation.
At the last mixer before initiation week, I hung around with Pam. This extremely handsome guy, Cliff, came over to talk to us. He was a tennis player for UT and was tall and muscular. He looked like he was a junior or senior. Pam was throwing herself at him, but he wasn't interested in her. As we talked, he kept sneaking peeks at my big boobs. That didn't surprise me. That's why I wore a corset as a top. It pushed the girls up, making them look their best. Guys always stared at my boobs. They think that we don't notice when they glance at them, but we do and are very aware of it. If it's a guy we have some interest in, we like it.
Pam excused herself for a few minutes, so I was left alone with Cliff. He seemed to be happy about that and moved closer to me.
I was naive when I first got to UT. I had no experience with a party like this or guys like Cliff. He and I talked for a little while, and he got us another drink. I'd had quite a few drinks already and was feeling nice and loose. He was very handsome, and older than me. As we talked and drank, I started feeling flirty. It may have been the alcohol, or because the last time I had sex was a month ago back home, but I wanted to play with Cliff. I found myself giggling and touching him. His muscles were hard as rocks.
After we finished our drinks, he asked if I'd like to see his room. I thought that might be fun. I knew he wanted to show me his room so that we'd be alone. It wasn't unusual for a pledge to disappear for a while with one of the guys for some "alone" time. That's what I wanted too. It would be fun to make-out with him a little. I could always leave if I wanted to.
Upstairs, he showed me into his room and closed the door. He turned, facing me, and I pressed my back against the door. He leaned toward me and put his hands against it, surrounding my head with his lovely big arms. His cologne was a bit strong but masculine smelling and his breath smelled of alcohol. I was breathing hard, and I saw him look at my heaving bosom.
My heart was pounding while I waited to see what he would do next. He was confident, self-assured, and experienced. I'm sure I wasn't the first freshman pledge to see his room. I trusted people too much back then, and I was more than a little drunk. I thought about leaving right away, but his deep assertive voice convinced me to stay.
He said that we could sit and talk if that's what I wanted. Even I knew that talking was not the reason we were here. I told him that I didn't want to talk, not understanding the situation I was in. He asked if he could kiss me, and I nodded. His kiss made me feel warm all over. This wasn't like kissing a high school boy, this was a kiss from a man. The first real man to kiss me. I could have stopped and left after the kiss, but it made my knees weak and my pussy tingle. I was a woman, not some silly schoolgirl. There was nothing wrong with a little kissing with someone I didn't know.
He broke off the kiss and asked me if I wanted to do more than kissing. I nodded and said "yes." I wasn't sure what he meant by "more." I thought he might feel my tits or even play with my pussy. It's not like I was a virgin. I was a grown-up woman, and I was going to fool around with this good-looking man. We'd met less than an hour ago, and we were at a party, so I didn't think we would go too far. People would miss us downstairs. I had a lot to learn about college life in the big city.
He moved my long auburn hair over my shoulder, exposing my neck. He kissed along my ear, the edge of my jaw, down my neck, to my shoulder and collar bone. It made me tingle from my head to my feet. His fingers traced across my chest, touching the top of my corset. His finger was less than a half an inch above my hard nipples. It slid over one breast then down between and then over the other. I shivered at his touch. He knew what he was doing, and his rough finger felt delicious on my soft skin.
I thought he intended to take me over to his bed, but he kept me pressed against the door. He fumbled with the hooks of my corset, but he was having trouble, so I took over. As I undid each hook, he kept an eye on my cleavage as I exposed more and more of myself. I took my time unhooking then to tease him. He purposely touched each newly exposed patch of skin, making me whimper. When half of the hooks were loose, my big boobs, pushed their way out of their confinement. Cliff gasped when he saw them. They were shoved together, still supported by the corset under them. My nipples, now exposed to the cool air, hardened.
