Previously....
Wren has joined a very special sorority: a community of happily promiscuous women funded by a secret gloryhole. In her journey she's met new amazing people among her fellow pledges: Jolene, a.k.a. Jo, a blondie with a talent for BJs who looks like "a French tourist freshly off the plane" and Billie, a spunky redhead who helped Wren overcome her inhibitions... By getting in her panties! That's perhaps why it stung so much when Billie's deception was revealed...
In this installment:
Time to move in, and learn the house's (debauched) rules. Also, apparently the χχχ sorority doesn't do hazing, but they sure as hell know how to have fun with their new sisters. Very public fun.
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.
The χ χ χ sorority
4. Moving in
They say that when you go to college far away from home, you find out who, among those you leave behind, is your real friend and who isn't. Well, in that department I lost Emily. She miraculously managed to be taken in by B Σ K and when she heard I was among those "sexual deviants" in 3χ she knew what was best for her social life. Not a tear was shed for her, because for one lost social climber, I gained dozens of sisters who celebrated the new ones with a warmth and an affection that had actually made me shed some tears. The party they had thrown for us had been epic, even though it coincided with the farewell party for the graduates. My sorority believed in saying goodbye with a smile, you see.
Yes. My sorority. Crazy, right? But nothing seems crazy if the day after doing it you incur in no negative consequences. Like, you know, having given a blowjob to a stranger on camera for a dare and getting away with it.
When we moved in, the day following the party, it was somewhat still going on for part of the sisterhood.
"Look at her, she's so cute! It's like she's hugging a teddy bear," Jo commented, curiously inspecting a girl asleep in the common room couch nestling an empty bottle of whiskey cream, completely naked.
"Let's take a photo!" proposed Sarah.
The previous night we had found out that there was a traditional gift for the sisters who graduated: an album of photos "that you'll never show anyone" capturing the most embarrassing moments of their college career. And, let me say, the name was fitting: there was a lot of material of sexual nature inside! Apparently there was a whole shared database in the sisterhood's cloud just for that.
"Upload it under the name 'Kay'," said Morgan, checking us in, while Sarah took her shot. If the majority of the sisters were zombies, she was as fresh as a rose, even though she was clearly wearing her (skimpy) pajamas.
"Now, as you know, freshmen sleep in double rooms. It's not a matter of space: we want you to bond with each other, and most importantly, with your own bodies."
To be honest, a part of me wasn't still up to speed with the recent, huge changes in my life, so I still frowned at sentences like that.
"That means that we will teach you how to love your bodies properly."
"We know how to masturbate!" joked Zoe.
"That wasn't what I meant and at any rate no, you most likely don't," replied Morgan seriously, shutting her up immediately. For the first time I noticed how scary she could be. "But we will teach you, don't worry. Now, we formed some pairs according to Billie's suggestions." – her name still made my stomach twitch – "If you realize that you don't get along, come to me. Living with strangers is challenging, and I can help: I'll teach you how to fight."
"How not to fight, you mean," I interjected.
"Oh no, the fighting can't be avoided. So you need to know how to do it properly, constructively, without hurting each other's feelings and your friendship. Trust me, half of the useful things you'll learn in college, you'll learn here!"
In case there was any residual doubt, I decided that I really liked Morgan.
"Now, the pairs: Zoe and Sarah, Wren and Jo…"
When she heard her name after mine, Jo cheered and then blushed violently.
"I'm so happy we are together!" I joined.
Our room was exactly how one would imagine it. Actually, it was quite big for two people. We each had our desk, drawers and wardrobe, plus our own shared bathroom, which even had a bidet – "for a proper personal hygiene" as Morgan pointed out. We soon got to work to personalize it a little, with Jo putting posters of lady Galadriel on the wall – apparently she had a thing for Tolkien and the Lord of the Rings – and me a pin board with photos and mementos from home.
We rested a little and then went downstairs for another meeting with Morgan. Curiously, Violet was there too: she'd been by far the life of the party the previous night, and now it looked like she had her shit together even more than Morgan. I'd never seen her dressed before, but now it was obvious that she was some sort of goth, if her earlobes, stretched by big black dishes, her cute black septum ring and a tattoo on her arm of Jack Skellington weren't clue enough. That morning she was indeed sporting a fishnet shirt with nothing underneath, a tartan miniskirt that didn't cover most of her ass and big bulky vinyl platform boots. Her makeup was elaborate and perfect: heavy eyeliner, which traced a little inverted triangle in the middle of her lower eyelids, big fake eyelashes, turquoise and silver eyeshadow and glossy black lipstick.
"Ok, we can start. For the next weeks I'm going to be your teacher and your counselor. You will do as I say and learn how this place works. After I know you better and you get your bearing here, I will assign you a big sister who will guide you through the rest of the year. Before I start, let me remind you that we will deal with very intimate matters: if you, at any moment, feel uncomfortable, you need to tell me."
"Boring…" Violet complained childishly, pushing Morgan with her head. At that Morgan gave her a loud slap on the butt which caught us by surprise and made Violet jump upright with a yelp. Before we could worry, she was smiling naughtily.
"Yeah, don't mind that, she's a sub… Well, I might as well… Ok, see, we have clubs here, people who share the same fetish or like the same sexual practice. They are awesome, because nobody ever talks about these things, and you don't want to learn about them from porn. Here you have a chance to chat about them without judgment with your older sisters, who will also guide and teach you. For example, we are both in the BDSM club, but I'm dominant and she's submissive. Submissive sisters often enjoy being dominated by the dominant ones, so you'll see that a lot."
"Especially me: the Queen has ruled that a Mistress supervise me at all times!" Violet added proudly.
"Yeah, we have to take turns with this brat," Morgan explained, rolling her eyes.
"Come on, let's talk about the games!"
"Not yet! Now, for the first week we are going to do exercises of trust and touching. As you saw yesterday, as 3χ sisters you will touch a lot of strangers. We won't allow this to happen until we are sure you can handle it. So we will build you a shield, we will teach you how to touch each other with care and love. Swathed with the sorority's love and protection, you will be able to protect your intimacy and integrity even when you are touched intimately by strangers within these walls."
I had made the right choice, I could feel it more and more now.
"For the first two weeks we will ask you to sleep in the same bed as your roommate. You can start doing it dressed, but in your own time you should do it naked. Before going to sleep, you should hug your sister and tell her something nice before kissing goodnight."
We couldn't help but looking at each other with a smirk.
"Finally, as Ava told you we don't do cruel pranks on pledges here. But we do fun games, to break the ice. You can opt out, but it would be best if you didn't, because they help create a community."
"What happens if we do?"
The question had been asked by a muscular girl of Native American descent with long raven hair who I'd always seen wearing athleisure outfits that highlighted her toned physique.
"I'm glad you asked, Kaya," Morgan replied with a somewhat malicious smile. "Get up and tell Violet to her face that you won't play her beloved game 'Tit for tit'!"
Kaya rebelliously stood up and said: "I'm not doing your stupid game!"
At that Violet made an exaggeratedly sad pouty face, like the one a child would do, and then ran towards Kaya, grabbed her sleeve and started begging like a fussy baby: "Pleaaase! Let's play the game, pretty pleaaase! Come on! It's going to be fun! All the other girls are playing!"
Kaya was taken a little aback: "Just this?"
"I'll be good, pleaaase? Why do you hate me?"
"If you can suffer through Violet's nagging for a whole day," Morgan replied skeptically, "yes, sure. Now, send her back with a nice slap on the butt!"
Kaya, a little amused, a little uneasy, did just that and Violet walked dejectedly back. We laughed: it seemed a reasonable price.
"So… When do we start visiting the gloryhole?" asked Zoe on our behalf.
"Not anytime soon. Only after your official initiation."
And that was that, apart from some common-sense house rules. Apparently our sorority was extraordinarily well-organized. For example, there was an official 3χ app – made by an alumna – complete with a billboard and an encrypted chat. Each sister could set up a status visible to all the others and which also appeared in a display outside the door of our rooms. The choices were: "Do not disturb", "Studying", "Looking for company", "Looking for a quickie", "Fucking – come join!" if you looked for a threesome companion and "Fucking – come see!" for the exhibitionists. And there were a lot of them. As more and more sisters came out of their hangover coma, we realized that Jenny had been right: nobody here wore much clothing if any. What was crazier, and kinda exciting, was that while we were chatting on the couch with Morgan, a couple of older sisters started to finger-fuck each other in a corner, just like that.
"Whenever you don't mind sharing the love, do it," explained Morgan, taking out her pants and then pulling Violet by the ring on her studded collar to kneel between Morgan's legs, where she immediately began to eat her pussy with gusto. "This way you will contribute to the collective mood and, you know, sex is all about the mood!"
The whole scene was indeed very arousing. It all felt like living a sexual fantasy, and I definitely digged that.
We pledges spent the rest of the day trying to know each other better: during rush week two groups had formed, mine and another comprising Kaya, her roommie Letitia – a short, spunky black girl with short Afro hair and round glasses –, Leigh – a cute girl, a little on the chubby side, with turquoise hair – and her roommie Piper, a freckled redhead who liked to hunt for and repair vintage clothes. In particular, I made friends with Kaya, who I admired for sticking up her neck about the games, knowing full well what sort of games other sororities played and how they treated those who didn't want to play.
After dinner, a familiar face came knocking at our door.
"Hello…" said Billie, with a timid smile.
"Hi," I replied coldly. Jo's greeting was only slightly warmer.
"Look, I never had the chance to explain myself, will you give it to me?" she replied, now seriously.
We nodded.
"Ok, see, usually nobody wants the mole job, but I volunteered for it, because I was exactly like you two when I arrived. This sorority means the world to me and hadn't somebody pushed me a little, I would have lost my chance at being myself. So I wanted to return the favor for the next generation, knowing I'd be good at it: I never lied to you about my feelings and my motivations for joining."
