Amanda stood at attention next to seven other Phi Beta hopefuls. Being smart and self-assured, she felt above this charade, but she knew she needed to subject herself to it if she were going to get into the sorority. In high school, she had allowed herself no time for fun. While her friends partied, drank prematurely or smoked pot under the bleachers, she put her nose in her books and thrived. Now, of her own desire and of the advice of her liberal parents, she was forcing herself to be more sociable.
Being judged and inspected like cattle was not her idea of making strides in this aspect, but being a part of the sorority lifestyle was. She watched as Andrea, the mother hen of Phi Beta, progressed down the line of pledges, eyeing them up and down, and in some cases adjusting their hair or clothes. While some of the pledges might have viewed Andrea as the most important person on earth at that moment, Amanda was logical enough to know that the only advantage Andrea had was that she had been born three years earlier. Next year, she'd be replaced by the next head senior, and in three years one of these pledges would hold the title. Andrea was just a spoke in the wheel, and that understanding made Amanda considerably less intimidated than the rest of the freshman coeds.
Amanda was the last of the eight pledges to be inspected by Andrea. Andrea tucked Amanda's chestnut-colored hair behind her ear to get a better look at her face. Amanda sensed that she was trying to exhibit her dominance, and rolled her eyes in response. Andrea noticed, and smirked. She'd seen these prematurely confident freshman bitches come through before. She knew how to handle them.
Andrea pulled Amanda's left arm away from her torso, allowing her to get a better idea of the curvature of her waist and breasts, tightly encased in a white tank top.
"Impressive," Andrea said. "I can't wait to break this one in."
Amanda kept her smirk to herself this time, not wanting to give Andrea any extra fodder. Andrea backed away and stood with several other senior members of the sorority. Amanda looked around the room and estimated at least 50 people present; sitting on couches, stacked up the stairway, crowded around the central living area. 'This must be their Super Bowl,' she thought.
"Alright, bitches. Here's the deal. We're switching things up a little this year. There will be no trials or tests tonight. This year, your gauntlet could come anywhere, and at any time."
There were groans and signs of frustration from the others in the room, apparently unaware that this would be the case. They had come here expecting some freshman humiliation. Amanda noticed one particularly well-built, handsome man in the room who seemed particularly frustrated. He was standing pretty close to Andrea, though their relation was unclear. One of the other pledges had told Amanda that his name was Jeremy, and that he was one of the hottest guys on campus. Amanda agreed.
"You're free to go," Andrea continued. "But beware of where you go. At any point you might be tested with your initiation ceremony. You might want to avoid large crowds, unless you've got an exhibitionist streak in you."
...
Those words were still fresh in her mind as Amanda dressed in the locker room of the school pool. In high school, she had only had sex once, with her boyfriend of two weeks. He had been pressuring her from day one, and she only relented because she did not want to go to college a virgin. It was not the most pleasant experience, as losing one's virginity rarely is. It was during prom night, on the grass of a dark section of the football field. Her boyfriend had promised they were alone, and as it turns out they were. But as he hiked up her dress and yanked her panties down, Amanda couldn't help but get goosebumps over the idea of being spotted. As he entered her, she envisioned the scenario from the eyes of a bystander. Someone walking by, noticing her bare legs, extending from the slit of her dress to wrap around his waist.
Only he had an orgasm, finishing inside her after a few pumps, but the thrill of being exposed like that remained. It was her main masturbation material now. But she'd prefer to keep it masturbatory than to actually live it out, so she went to one of the most secluded areas on campus.
Slipping into her bikini gave her a sense of pride. Not only because she looked stellar in it, but because she had won Best in State in high school for breaststroke. Like Wonder Woman's outfit, donning her racing bikini made her feel supremely confident despite the increased level of exposure. Her shapely legs, firm bottom and pert breasts were the envy of other girls and desire of most boys. Despite her sexual inexperience, she knew enough to know that she was an exceptional beauty and that most boys - and some girls - wanted her.
She wrapped herself in a towel and made her way out to the pool, which was predictably empty. No one in the pool, no one in the stands. Highly unlikely that she be exposed in front of a group here. She left her towel by the side of the pool and dove in like an olympian.
She typically would have worn a swimmers cap and timed herself, but this was more for leisure and avoidance. She relished the feeling of the current glossing over her muscles as she traversed from side to side. Her hair flowing behind her was a different sensation than she was used to, but she enjoyed the way the ripples ran through her locks. Her movements in the water were so smooth, it was almost like getting a massage.
She swam until her body asked her for a break, at which point she pulled up at the side where she had left her towel. As she held onto the concrete ledge, she was surprised to hear another voice in the room.
"Mind if I join you?"
Startled, she turned to see Jeremy standing on the edge in just his swim trunks. He was an absolute adonis: short brown hair and brown eyes, which were nice, but nothing compared his chiseled arms and abs.
"Uh, yeah, of course," she replied, unsure of what else to say.
Jeremy made a less than graceful entrance into the pool, jumping feet first and making a splash. He waded over next to her until they were just a foot apart.
"Hi, I'm Jeremy," he said.
"Amanda."
"I know. I saw you at Phi Beta yesterday. Not gonna lie, I was a little disappointed Andrea cut the ceremony short. I was hoping to see a bit more of you."
Amanda blushed. "Me? Specifically me?"
She was taken aback, but also turned on, by his blunt approach.
"Yes, specifically you," he said as his hand touched her waist under water.
"Oh!" she yelped at the unexpected intrusion. The hand not clasped to the ledge pushed his hand away. He smiled, and she found another weakness. His dimples melted her resistance.
"Sorry if that was too forward," he said. "To be honest, I'm not normally this up front. You just inspire me."
She scoffed. "Please, I inspire YOU? You've probably been with half the girls on campus."
He actually seemed a bit hurt by that. He recoiled, "That's actually not true. I don't know why you'd assume something like that."
Suddenly, Amanda found herself on the defensive.
"Oh, I'm sorry. You're just so handsome, and your manner in approaching me was so confident, I assumed you'd had a lot of success with the girls."
"Yeah, well, like I said, you inspire me. I'm not typically like this, I'm just intoxicated by you."
His language seemed a trace hyperbolic, but Amanda was taken with it. Out of nowhere, she giggled.
"Intoxicated?"
"Yes," he said, daring himself in for a kiss.
Amanda closed her eyes and accepted it. As she opened her mouth to kiss him back, she felts his hand on her hip again, but instead of pushing it away, she grabbed him and pulled him closer. As he turned to her, she felt his cock pressing into the side of her leg. She broke the kiss to assess the situation. She tried to peer through the water at the tent in his shorts, and he caught on.
"I wasn't lying," he said. "See what you do to me?"
Amanda felt a new sense of confidence as he continued to ply her. As much as she believed in herself, it was empowering knowing that someone who looked like Jeremy would be so attracted to her. So when he attempted to kiss her again, she fully welcomed him in.
They continued kissing passionately, making waves in the immediate vicinity. Amanda started to become concerned that they were making too much noise, and broke their kiss to shush him. She looked all around the room to see that they were still alone.
Looking back to him, she smiled and leaned in to taste his lips again. But he put a finger to her lips and stopped her.
"Do you trust me?" he asked.
She laughed. "I just met you, what do you mean?"
"I've always wanted to try something. I want you to be the first."
Amanda was so confused, but nodded. What could he possibly have in mind?
Jeremy smiled, then took a deep breath and lowered himself under water. As he descended, Amanda felt his hands on her body, slowly tracing her hips until he got to her bikini bottoms. In one quick motion, he grabbed the sides of her bikini and pulled it down her legs and off her feet.
Instinctively, her legs flailed in response, but that only enabled his next move. Without coming up for air, he maneuvered between her legs and locked his lips on her pussy.
"Jesus Christ!" she yelled in surprise. She turned her back to the wall and put her arms on the ledge behind her, opening her legs to his mouth. She couldn't believe his brazenness, but loved the feeling he was giving her right now. His lips seemed to form a suction with her labia, and he lapped away with earnest, knowing he could only hold his breath for so long.
Amanda held on to the ledge with all her might. For something he claimed to have never done before, he was surprisingly good at it. After a few second of lathering her up, he moved his lips up towards her clit and latched on. She felt two fingers enter her as he sucked her clit into his mouth, and she bucked her hips ferociously in response. She clenched her eyes tightly as her orgasm overcame her. She couldn't believe that he had managed to get her off in the course of one deep breath.
