Part One – Initiation
"Brad, I got it!"
Heather burst into the snack bar where Brad preferred to study his history notes. Rolling his eyes, he knew this diversion would take him away from his work for at least an hour.
"So they decided to let you in?"
"Yes, on my first try! I'm almost an official omega girl now!"
Omega Alpha was a relatively new sorority on campus, and very little was known about them. They proudly said they were "the end of what we know and the start of something new." Somewhere in their hierarchy were very good marketers, as they always had slick ads plastered all around campus. Their members were also uniformly gorgeous and well-endowed. Brad thought it nuts when Heather initially started talking about pledging them, as she didn't really fit the mold. Sure, Heather was cute with modest curves and bright eyes, but she wasn't omega material. Maybe they took a few charity cases into their fold?
"Aren't those sororities expensive? How are you going to afford that?"
Heather beamed, "That's the best part – the first year is free! They have some national donors or something that take care of your initiation fees."
"Neat – so what's next?"
Heather sat down in the booth across from Brad, a tinge of nerves crossing her expression. "Well, I have to be pinned before I can officially be inducted."
She placed a small box on the table, pushing it towards Brad. Opening it, he discovered a pin that looked far more valuable than he would expect it to be. Shaped like an old-fashioned stickpin, at the top the logo of the sorority was designed in dark red stones. Were those real rubies?
"Wow, very pretty." As he thought about it, he remembered that all omega sisters wore one of these on their clothing. He noticed it when he got lost staring at their very round...
"Brad! Did you hear what I said?"
Shaking his head, Brad blushed a bit. "Sorry, Heather, was thinking about the stones in the pin. They look quite valuable."
Heather ignored his statement and kept talking. "Anyway, the pinning has to be done in private and by a guy that knows you well. So, wanna pin me?" Heather smiled with a hint of flirtiness. Not that she ever really looked at Brad as anything more than a friend.
"You want me to pin you? There isn't some hot theta guy that you'd rather ask?" Theta Omega was the brother fraternity to Omega Alpha, and their members were just as hot as the sisters. Brad couldn't help but notice the edge in his voice when he said that. Was he jealous of those jocks?
"Nope, you're the one – it's supposed to be someone important to you. Face it, without your support I wouldn't be doing half the things on campus than I thought I would be able to do. You deserve the honor."
Brad felt somewhat honored in a "you're like a brother to me" sort of way. "OK, I guess."
Heather squealed. "Great! It has to be someplace private. How about one of the library study rooms?"
Brad started packing his things. "Sure, let's get this over with, sorority girl."
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The top floor of the library was rarely entered, making it ideal for their secret mission. Heather went to the far study room and shoved Brad into the small space. Closing the door, she sat on the table and handed the box to Brad.
"So what am I supposed to do?"
"I'm not really sure. Mandy said to just pin it on my shirt and we would be done." Mandy was the president of Omega Alpha and destined to be a fashion model or a nuclear physicist (or maybe both?).
Taking the pin out of the box, Brad uncovered the tip. It seemed to have some sticky material on the very end, maybe from its previous owner. He leaned over to Heather and pulled the collar of her light blue t-shirt away from her neck. Her skin felt warm against the back of his fingers, and he noticed she was breathing faster. What was so exciting about a silly pin? Sighing, he poked the pin through her collar.
"Ow!"
"Sorry, Heather. It slipped." Brad quickly pulled back and poked the pin back through her shirt, quickly capping the tip. He saw a small dot of blood along Heather's collar bone. "Geez, I got you bleeding. I'm sorry, let me clean that up." He went for a tissue in his backpack.
Heather stopped him, grasping his arm firmly. "No, Brad, it's fine." Brad was surprised by her strength. "It feels good. Really, really good..." Brad looked at Heather curiously. She seemed lost in thought, closing her eyes and biting her lip. She squeezed his arm even tighter and lightly moaned. Was she getting aroused?
"Are you alright, Heather?"
"More than you can imagine, Brad..." Heather laughed as she said his name. It sounded much sexier than his name ever sounded at that moment.
It was then Brad noticed the smell in the air. A woodsy perfume, mixed with a hint of...something. He couldn't place his finger on it, but it made his jeans get much tighter in an instant. He was always a little aroused when Heather was around, but this was very different.
Before he knew what happened, he felt cool air on his cock. He opened his eyes to see Heather on her knees in front of him, pulling his jeans and boxers to the floor. Taking a moment to look at his average cock as it wiggled in excitement, she inhaled him in one shot. Brad moaned in part excitement and lust as Heather started to suck. Neither of them were experienced in the art of oral pleasure, but Heather's fervor more than made up for lack of skill.