Author's note: I can't explain why but I got really into this shit. I hope I didn't take it too far. Michelle, I hope you are safe.
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The hurricane season was mild in Baton Rouge that fall and the living was easy; days flowed by quickly and things became routine after the start-of-school-year party at Mary Sue's house kicked things off with a bang. One casualty of the events that wild night was that Jake and Mary Sue's relationship didn't survive. It might have been a pending transition anyway given that they had been dating for several years and also given how much late teens change during those years, but Jake found something special in this new girl Shannon, the one who had jumped in during his humiliation ordeal--and vice versa--and both of them fell head over heels for the other. They bonded over their shared submission experience and became not only lovers in their unique no-dick-and-no-tits way, but close friends as well.
On the athletic field during the rest of the football season Jake unexpectedly got playing time as quarterback after Bo dramatically ripped his ACL in the first regional playoff game and was sent to crutches for months. Jake played well in those games as his replacement--not enough to win state or even the division, but well enough to get some good looks by the college recruiters, and he was told that he was in line to be offered a scholarship for one of the Div II programs like Fort Valley State over in Georgia. He always thought he'd rather stay in Baton Rouge, though. It wasn't going to be a quick decision as he hadn't fully come to terms with his life plan yet and how football might trade off against other interests.
Bo's loss was Jake's gain and it put a strain on their relationship. Bo was still a solid bet to go LSU Tigers, though, as long as he could recover well enough over the spring, so the two remained friends. He also continued his new relationship with Michelle over the fall but Jake didn't hang out much with them so he lost some continuity. All Jake's free time--which wasn't much given the duties of a busy high school senior and letter athlete--was spent with Shannon. And sweet time it was.
Doctor Julie and Miles also hit it off after their sexy episode playing who-has-a-little-dickie at Mary Sue's. That was a bedroom solo fantasy that Miles had never dreamed would put into reality so he was over the moon. She settled down well in her life routine with work at the high school, with two things that made life bearable--even enjoyable--one of which was meeting with Miles three or four times a week, usually for pizza at the student union followed by some good old fashioned fucking.
He provided the dick that the now-twenty-five-year-old had craved for months--years even--and she was a beauty that he could take care of and cherish. For her birthday in November Miles took her on a romantic boat trip out to the islands. Occasionally she would tease him in a play session about his cock being too small for her--not really true--but it didn't dominate their relationship.
And the second thing in her life that helped keep her engaged was volunteering in the poorer areas of the region, of which there were many, sometimes as far away as the hour drive to New Orleans. There was an infinite amount of free medical care to give out there, with a slew of unhealthy, unmonitored off-the-medical-grid basically sort of fucked up human beings that needed to be caught up on everything from vaccinations to diet and blood pressure and diabetes.
That scratched the itch that had caused her to move to Louisiana from Seattle in the first place and she started to believe that she would stay in Baton Rouge for a few years; at least she lost the pressing urge she felt at the start of the school year to look for another post immediately after her minimum commitment of the first year at Bergen Harris was up.
Shannon and Julie weren't the only women having a good fall. Amelia was the pretty and cheerful, young LSU student who had brought--separately--both Miles and Shannon to Mary Sue's party, where they met and both had such pivotal experiences for their lives, with Julie and Jake, respectively. Shannon threw herself into the Alpha Phi sorority as much as she could, signing up for every committee opportunity that arose no matter how mundane.
That was how, just after the Christmas break, she found herself sitting at the big oval table in the upstairs den which the Greek house used for the executive sessions. She was mostly lurking, being a sophomore and somewhat intimidated by all the junior and senior sisters, trying to make sure that if she said something that it was a worthy contribution. All of the lesser members of the sorority were on their guard in that way not to be that girl, the one that laughed too loud or too long or was noticed in a negative way, although in general it was a mostly supportive group of young women figuring out their lives and leaning on each other in constructive ways.
Leslie was president of Alpha Phi, at the head of the table, and her patience was wearing thin as she listened to the girls' chatter.
"It's the second of January. We've got to make a plan, and now. We only have a week, girls."
"Fuck, I wish Cristal were here."
"Cristal isn't here. We have to make a plan. Just us, okay?"
"I wish she hadn't gotten that part."
"It was her dream. Come on, you know. She got the big Hollywood gig."
"In LA? Hollywood? Really?"
"Yes, Hollywood. Don't you follow her insta?"
"But she was the perfect emcee."
"It's not like a lead, anyway. It's just a bit part, right? Does she even have any lines or is she just an extra?"
Leslie's patience broke. "Girls! Stop talking about Cristal Hayward. She's graduated and gone. We should have figured out what to do for last fall's rush, anyway. She already saved us once."
"But it was so good."
Leslie breathed a patient sigh. "Yes, it was. But we have another problem. As you know, the Sigma Nus are shut down. Completely, for any kind of initiation, even the most tame shit. I met with Shankar--their president," she added for Amelia's benefit. "He said no way. Not even if I yanked down his pants and blew him right there on the spot."
A few girls laughed. "Did you anyway?" someone asked, mischievously.
Another piped up seriously. "From the President's board of inquiry? LSU President, I mean. That thing?"
