Previously...
Wren, caught up in Rush Week by her insecure friend Emily, was looking for an adventure unmasking the weird sexual rituals of a sorority and has found instead a loving community of happily promiscuous women. In order to join, however, she has to do a dare: provided with a list of three complicit strangers, she has give one of them a blowjob while he records her on his phone for the sorority.
She can't do that, right? Besides, she didn't even want to join in the first place!
Themes and disclaimer
This story is about promiscuity, exhibitionism, a really high sexual drive and the discovery of one's sexuality. It has no pretense of being realistic: there are no STDs and... Well, the titular sorority exists! At any rate, don't read too much into it: it's mostly for my (perverted) fun.
The χ χ χ sorority
3. Dare to follow your lust
The next day I was woken up by Emily's messages. And then I went to bed again. The last thing I wanted was to help her analyze her night in excruciating detail and be the outlet for all her insecurities. Sleep eluded me, however, because I couldn't shake off the feelings from the previous night. It was a tendency of mine, to sometimes fixate on episodes of my life that hadn't reached a satisfying conclusion: what had happened the day before was still playing in my mind as if no time had passed and it blocked me from going on with my day. Whenever that kind of thing happened there were only two possible ways out: riding it out by staying in bed until all my anguish decayed into boredom, which would eventually force me to think about something else, or fingering myself to oblivion. Masturbation had the magical capability of opening new alleys in the circular paths in which my mind often found itself trapped.
So there I was, watching some porn on the phone. A muscular black man was eating with passion a brunette's pussy. Only a few of the guys I'd been with would do that, and usually with no enthusiasm or skill. Their disappointing performances weren't just a matter of technique: I had the feeling that they weren't enjoying the act itself, not the way I did blowjobs, and that they weren't trying to imagine how my body perceived their touches, or perhaps couldn't do it at all. This guy instead, he knew how to please a woman!
I bet that Molly could eat pussy like that. For sure she knew what a pussy wants. She was even hotter than the guy. As my eyes closed, I could picture her diving into my sex, just like she had dived into the pool only to give me a kiss. How would her pierced tongue feel down there? Her barbells massaging my clit… Yeah, I bet she ate her sisters' pussies all the time… Lucky them… Maybe every day, as part of some fucked-up 3χ ritual. I mean, naked all the time, they were bound to be tempted, right? Then I imagined Billie joining us, and Jo… Right then, an orgy seemed a great idea, meaningless sex with a bunch of people as a way of spending an amazing night. Wait, maybe not meaningless. With friends, people who cared about you enough to make sure you came properly, people you liked.
I was about to cum, but I didn't want to, I wanted to stay in that pre-orgasm phase when everything seems possible, when there are no complications in the world and pleasure can be the only thing that matters and fuck the rest. A world where I could just be a 3χ and my sexual horizons limitless. Curiosity was eating me inside. What does sex with a girl feel like? What's it like to be with two people at once? And orgies, I wanted to drown in pleasure and bodies…
But my orgasm came, unsatisfactory as usual, and suddenly my fantasies were replaced by a more ordinary, realistic view of sex and an orgy seemed crazy, embarrassing, shameful. The climax had done its job: why be so sad about the previous night, if I wasn't even interested to join 3χ? I couldn't believe I'd been so caught up with the whole selection progress to forget that! Talk about peer pressure!
As I got up to wash my hand drenched in my juices, I looked again at the phone. This time there was a message I wouldn't ignore.
"I'm sorry about last night. I really want to be your friend, can we meet?"
It was Billie and I agreed with her in being sorry. Half an hour later, she was at my door.
"Hi! I'm here to humbly apologize and bring gifts to make up for my behavior," she said, coming in.
"Look, Billie, you didn't have to… It was an intense night…" I mumbled, still in my pajamas.
"Yeah… There's more I have to apologize for…" she said, lowering her gaze and sitting on my bed. "Come here, sit, so I can explain."
"What have you done?" I asked nervously.
"Well, let me show you the problem I faced last night. I tracked down my guys: here, look at them," she explained, taking out her phone and opening three browser tabs one after another with photos from Instagram. "Hot, hot, ugly as fuck. Now guess which ones are actually around in our campus?"
"Ugly as fuck?"
"Yes. That's when I realized the first reason I have to apologize to you: I'm not as carefree as I let on last night and I'm sorry if I kinda humiliated you. Truth is, I can't suck this guy's dick, I just can't. And I will tell this to all the other girls to make it up for my behavior."
I was moved by her words. Yeah, I definitely needed a good friend like this.
"Thanks, I appreciate it, and look…"
"Wait, that's the sin you know about. There's another… I remembered one name in your list: here's the guy."
He was hot. Like, model hot.
"Yeah… I bet that now you are a little sorry you won't blow him, right?"
"Billie, as I said… Well, maybe a little, but–"
"So, naturally I figured: if she's backing down, I can ask Ava to switch my list with yours," she interrupted me. My eyes expressed all my skepticism. "And of course she told me I can't. Then I remembered that you could choose pussy. So I asked for it and apparently nobody ever does, so they hadn't prepared any names. But I did have one name of a trustworthy girl who would be an outsider anyway."
No way!
"You are kidding right?" I replied, almost breathless.
"No, so here comes my not-so-selfless gift: let me eat your pussy!" she proposed, elbowing me with a complicit smile, as if it was the most common favor in the world. "Come on, you can't be recognized, there's going to be only my face in the video!"
I didn't know how to answer that. It was crazy, and the craziest part was that I had just fantasized about it!
"Please, I even prepared a thing, look!" she said, getting up. Her phone began playing a classic strip-tease music and she started to slow dance.
"You are out of your mind!" I laughed.
"Come on, record it!"
Albeit not entirely taking her seriously, I couldn't help myself and fetched my phone: the dance needed to be saved for posterity! The video started with Billie twirling her black shirt over her head, biting her lips and gyrating her hips.
"You can't say no to this!" she went on, sitting on my lap and pushing her boobs over my face, barely holding a giggle.
Feeling playful, I removed her bra and put it on her head.
"Dance for me, you dirty slut!"
"Yes, I'm your dirty slut, check this out!"
She stood up, turned around and bent over: under her tartan skirt she had no panties! And then she began to… Well I guess it was supposed to be twerking, but she mostly shook her ass in front of my face.
"You are terrible at this!"
"Oh yeah?" she replied, turning around and pushing me on the bed. She was now on top of me, her erect nipples brushing against my pajama, her full lips hovering over mine. I was getting legit horny now. "So you won't react if I do this…"