Alpha Phi
The first thing I wanted to do when I went to college was join a fraternity. All through High School, I heard the tales of drinking, partying, and wild and plentiful sex and I wanted my share
I made the round of rush parties, talking with a lot of guys and trying to make a good impression. I was chosen by two houses and, in the end, I decided to become a Sigma Pi. They were considered one of the best fraternities on campus, with a great share of scholars and student leaders. Not to mention the biggest house, and supposedly, the greatest little sisters.
After hell week (it DID live up to it’s name, by the way) my pledge class was gathered into the pledge room along with the pledge trainer. We were instructed to fall to our knees and listen up.
“Pledges, you are now going to be given your first test. We at Sigma Pi only allow real men within our brotherhood. No matter what liberal crap you hear out there, a real man is still judged on two things: how well he holds his liquor and how good he is in bedding women.”
We looked at each other, feeling silly on our knees in our underwear. But listened nevertheless.
“During the past week, you have all shown that alcohol is no problem for you. Now, we’ll come to the women.”
He moved to an easel and pulled back the first page, revealing a chart. On it were two rows of words. Across the top were nine names, those of the nine sororities on campus. Down the side were the names of each of us in Pledge Class Beta Gamma.
“I put forth a challenge to you, one that every one of us has already passed. Before your initiation, six weeks hence, you are required to have carnal knowledge of one member of each sorority on this campus.”
We looked at each other again, wondering if he was serious. I had been an okay
cocksman
in High School, but now I knew I was in the big leagues.
“There are rules, gentleman. First, if you have a steady girlfriend, she does not count. Second, you cannot tell the girl about the contest. Third, no sharing of girls. Each girl can only count for one of you. Fourth, the said sexual congress must occur here in the house for a simple reason. Each conquest will be videotaped. Every room here at Sigma Pi is wired with cameras. After completing a conquest, you must come to me and I will review the tape to confirm your claim. Any questions?”
There were none.
“Alright, pledges. Go forth. And good luck.”
We all retrieved our clothes and left, on the hunt for sorority slash.
I knew just where to start. A friend of mine from High School had joined Alpha Phi. She would be my first star in the contest. I called her up and invited her to the house to “study.” Andrea and I had dated a few times but had never fucked. That was going to change.
She arrived on time and we went up to one of the study rooms where we wouldn’t be disturbed. I looked around, trying to spot the camera but couldn’t. We sat on the couch and I pretended to study, all the while checking out Andrea. She had black hair and blue eyes, my favorite combination. Her body was nice but nothing special.
After a few minutes, I put my hand on her leg, and she didn’t move it. I looked at her and she smiled. Slowly I moved my lips to hers and kissed her. Her hands moved to the back of my neck, my hand moved to her breast, which I stroked slowly. She let out a low moan.
After few minutes of fumbling, I reached under her shirt to unfasten her bra. She gave a tiny protest, as I thought she should. I took off her shirt an Alpha Phi sweater, revealing her naked breast. I dove for one and suckled it gently. She was moaning loudly now as I flicked my tongue over her now erect nipples.
