My date with Brian gave me hope that some guys could please me, that sex wasn't always just about the guy's pleasure. Though it made the high school guys look even worse in comparison. I could hardly wait to get to college.
The time finally came. I packed up and moved in to my college dorm, ready for this new adventure. And I was planning on making it a very big adventure. I had two main priorities: do well with my studies, for I was a serious student; and get into my chosen sorority. This sorority was well known to go after the prettiest and sexiest girls on campus, and I wanted to be one of them. It was also rumored that they were very promiscuous. Okay, sluts was the word. That may have been true of some of them, but I didn't think it was true of them all. But if they got more than their share of sex, it sounded like a good fit for me.
Since my brother was starting his Junior year at the same school, he had told me a lot about it. He had also warned me about that sorority. He didn't want his little sister involved with the things he had heard about them, and he even had a little first hand experience with them. He had definite misgivings about me getting a bad reputation by just being a member of that sorority, but since that was what I wanted he gave in and even introduced me to a couple of the sisters early on. When the time came to pledge at least a few of the girls already knew me.
I felt like I was among the 'beautiful people' when I went to their first open house. Everyone looked lovely, and acted the same. The food and the drink were excellent, too. Yes, I certainly wanted to belong here. First class all the way. I was so excited when the time came and I was invited to pledge.
Our first order as pledges was - no panties. We were required to wear skirts or dresses, with no panties, pantyhose, or other coverings. The first couple of days it was too strange to explain. I had never gone commando before so I was very self-conscious. It also turned me on a lot being bare like that, especially when guys knew and made an effort to help themselves to a peek. Actually, the first two mornings were the worst. By the afternoons I had gotten somewhat accustomed to the feeling. And to being careful.
Toward the end of the week a sorority sister came to my room. I knew her, of course, but she introduced herself anyway, and said she would serve as my Big Sister during my pledge period. Her name was Nicole and she was a Senior.
"I will try to look out for you, help you in any way that I can, and answer any questions that may come up," she explained. "You can confide in me if there are problems or you screw up, and I will try to help. No guarantees, but I will try. And we can try to solve any problems before the other sisters need to know."
It sounded good. I listened and was very agreeable.
"A lot of pledging has to do with sex," she said, looking carefully at me. "This isn't because it's the most important part, but it is something society - and some of the girls - might have hang-ups about. We need to overcome those hang-ups. Make you feel more comfortable in awkward situations."
I smiled at her. "Like the no panties rule."
"Yes," she smiled back. "But a lot more than that. A lot worse. Or better, if you like it!" She had a big grin when she said that. "Are you shy about your body? Having other people see it? Prudish about sex?"
There were a couple more questions but my mind was beginning to spin. "Where was this all going?" I asked myself. And at the same time thoughts flashed through my mind of times I tried to tease boys - even my brother - to make them notice my body, get them excited. I never felt shy about it, usually wishing afterwards I had gone even further.
"No, not any more than most people," I answered her questions, then thought I sounded like I was blowing her off. More detail was perhaps needed. "I never thought of myself as shy. I've enjoyed guys chasing after me, wanting my body. I'm not saying I don't have any hang-ups, but I think I'm pretty well 'out there'.
Nicole looked at me, appraising me. "How has this week gone without wearing panties?"
I looked her in the eyes, contemplating my answer. "You said I can confide in you? I can say or think or do wrong things and it won't hurt my chances?"
"Absolutely," she answered. "We encourage it. It helps you get to know exactly how you will fit in."
"Okay," I began. "To be honest, I think it is hot. I mean, I wasn't used to it, but walking around bare-assed in front of everyone is quite a turn-on."
"That's how most of us feel", Nicole laughed. "And you worried about being honest? That wasn't even close to being edgy.
"Now," she continued, "Do you remember what we explained to all of you about the pledging process? About nudity, getting hurt, all of that sort of thing?"
Yes, I remembered. They made it pretty clear that there would be some nudity, some physical discomfort, pushing us to do things we probably hadn't done before. But they assured us that noone would get hurt. No injuries, etc. If there was any pain, it would be temporary. It seemed like it should sound comforting but it was actually a little scary, and my expression showed that as I answered her.
She laughed at me. "Hearing about it would sound worse than it is. At least after it's over you'll probably feel that way."
She paused, a noticeable silence falling over the room. "Well, okay, let's try it out and see how you do. Masturbate for me."
I stared at her. In shock. I must have heard her wrong. What the hell?
She repeated herself. "Jen, lift up your skirt and masturbate for me. Here. Now."
She sounded more authoritarian than like that comforting Big Sister. I had no idea what to do until my mind finally shouted at my hand to move. I lifted the edge of my skirt, pulling it upwards. Slowly, waiting for her to say that I hadn't heard right, or that she had just been joking. But that didn't happen. My hand reached my waist, but of course my pussy was still covered so I had to grab more material and pull it up higher, finally exposing my private parts to this near-stranger.
She was watching closely as I seemed to freeze again, so she said, "Good, Jen. Now spread your legs - go on, spread them - and masturbate just like you would if I wasn't here."
"But you are here!" I yelled silently to myself, even as I felt my legs part. Nicole smiled as she saw this, and my hand slowly moved between them and felt my slit. I moved my fingers along my pussy lips and thought, "She can't see if I keep my hand covering it up." But I knew that wouldn't work for long.
I played with myself until I felt moisture forming there. I was happy at that, at least my pussy was reacting normally. I kept my eyes focused intensely on Nicole, who was watching my hand and pussy, glancing occasionally at my face and smiling encouragement. I don't think I smiled back.
I was relieved when I felt the first tingle in my pussy. It felt nice, but mostly I thought that I might get through this after all. Now wet, I slipped a finger into my hole. Oh, yes, that's nice.
I finger fucked myself for a while, beginning to lose focus on Nicole and paying more attention to myself. Eventually I withdrew my finger and moved it up to my clit. I moaned out loud as I touched my nub. Tingles were shooting more rapidly now. I moved my other hand to my crotch, sticking a new finger into my hole while I began to rub my clit faster. Time seemed to stand still as I forgot totally about having an audience and thought only of the electricity shooting from my crotch. Shoving my finger hard as far into my vagina as I could while furiously rubbing my clit, I began moaning continuously. Finally I yelled out as a huge orgasm overtook me. I fingered and rubbed for a while more. the orgasm being stronger and lasting longer than most of them I had in the past.
As I started to come down from my climax I suddenly realized Nicole was still there, still watching me. I tried to control myself and regain some modesty.
"That was great, Jen," she said softly. "Don't get shy now. That was a good lesson in exhibitionism, if you will. We want you to feel comfortable in all kinds of situations. You did fine."
"Comfortable?" I asked. Was that something I needed, to feel comfortable masturbating for strangers?
"Yes, you looked like you forgot all about me being here there at the end."
My expression showed she was right, even though I could not speak any more.
"Okay," she said. "Get cleaned up, and we will see you at the House on Saturday."