"They might as well call it Phi Sigma Sex! the way they're all supposed to carry on over there," Donna said to me as we walked past the imposing sorority house, its white wooden columns gleaming in the sun. Those words electrified me. If what Donna said was true, this was
definitely
the sorority for me!
Donna lived in the women's freshman dorm down the hall from me and in the last couple of weeks, since the semester started, we had become pretty good friends.
"I've heard on very good authority they have
orgies
and stuff over there," Donna said, seeing how I was perking up at this. Of course, this might've just been idle campus gossip, what she was saying. As a freshman I suppose Donna would be gullible to that kind of thing.
"Where'd you hear that?" I asked skeptically. "I'll bet it isn't true."
"It
is
," Donna insisted. "This girl in our dorm, Allison, know the one I mean? That little red-headed fox with all the freckles? Well, her older sister's a member and Allison said her sister's told her about
everything
that goes on there."
"Like what?" I said, insanely curious to know. "Tell me!"
"Come, let's find us a table," Donna said.
The two of us were in a coffee bar and had just gotten two cups of coffee at the counter. Now we found ourselves a table out of earshot of everyone else.
"Okay, here's what I heard..." she began, and for the next ten minutes I sat there, opposite her, with my jaw hanging as I listened to Donna regale me with all these outrageous stories about this sorority.
"... and I hear when they talk about
greek
over at Phi they don't just mean sororities and fraternities. You know, the whole greek letter thing."
Donna took a sip of coffee and leaned over.
"You are aware of the
other
meaning of greek, aren't you?" she asked, looking around to see if anyone was listening.
"Sure, butt sex," I told her. I knew
all
about that!
"Yeah, that's supposed to be a
specialty
of the house over there," she said. "Do you do that, Tracy? You know, do greek? I never asked you about that."
"Yeah, I love the ole backdoor,," I told her truthfully.
"Me too," Donna now confessed to me. "I haven't done it all that much, but what I've done, I sure have liked."
"The more you do it, the more you get to like it. At least I found that to be true," I said.
"You're really something, Tracy," she said, looking straight at me. "A sex freak, just like me."
"Takes one to know one," I said as we laughed, slapping palms.
"The other thing I heard about Phi Sigma Sex," Donna continued, "was that the a lot of the sisters over there prefer pussy to cock, if you know what I mean.β
She gave me a meaningful look. Though we had come to know each fairly well, this was the first time we were frankly broaching the topic of girl-girl sex.
"Yeah, I know what you're saying," I said. "I can get behind that sentiment.β
I'd been wanting to tell Donna that for awhile too.
Now we both went silent for a moment, sharing something new.
"Me too," Donna said, gazing at me with her liquid, green eyes.
We shared a deep and meaningful look as we let all this sink in.
"And I hear their initiation for new pledges over there is supposed to be
really wild
." she said.
"Yeah, like what?" I asked, very curious.
"That I wasn't able to find out. Allison asked her sister but she wouldn't say. She told her it's for members to know and pledges to find out, she said."
"All I know is that talking to you about all this, Donna, has made my
pussy wet,
" I told her. And that was true; I felt moist and sticky between my thighs.
She cackled over that, and then leaned close again.
"I happen to know someone who'd just
love
to get into that wet pussy of yours," she said with a wink.
Was she talking about herself, I wondered. Could she be that brazen?
"Who?" I asked.
"You know that chick who works in the pizzeria across the street from the dorm? The dark-haired skinny one with the big tits?" she asked.
"Yeah, the owner's daughter, right?" I said.
I knew who she meant. Her name was Angie and she worked there all the time, it seemed. She was a slim Italian chick with real long hair and this hot look about her. The guys from the dorm were always checking her out. She had this sexy, natural blue-collar vibe that appealed to a lot of them.
"Yeah, her. Well
she's
the one I'm talking about, the one who I happen to know is dying to get into your pussy."
"What!? She's straight," I said, stunned. "There are always guys around her. Doesn't she have a boyfriend or something?"
"No," Donna said confidentally. "She's a dyke. I know that for a fact."
The smirk on Donna's face told me that she probably knew that from personal experience.
"Tell me more," I said.
And then Donna told me all about Angie.
"So one night I'm over there getting a slice just as the place is getting ready to close. Me and Angie are talking and she says she's always been curious to see the inside of a girl's dorm."
Even though the dorm was right across the street from the pizza place, the town-gown line was pretty firm, and townies like Angie almost never mixed it up with us co-eds.
"So I tell her I'm going back to my room and ask her if she wants to come back with me and hang out," Donna continued. "I mean, in my mind I'm thinking that just
maybe
sheβs a part-time pussy hound, the way she's talking about being curious about the girl's dorm. And I happened to be feeling real horny that night."
"Shit, this is gonna get exciting, I can tell," I said, "Keep talking, Donna."
"Anyway, we get back to my room. I know my roommate ain't going to be there; she's got this boyfriend and stays with him all the time. So we're in my room and it takes all of about thirty seconds for this pizza slut to start licking her lips and eyeing my bod with that look that tells me
exactly
what she has in mind. Well, to make a long story short, off came all our clothes and we spend the night doing the nasty like you wouldn't believe. Angie must've spent five hours with her face between my legs, really eating me up. She really has a craving for pussy, believe you me. So anyway, that was the first time. Since that night she's been coming over once, sometimes twice a week to service little old me."
"Goddamn, Donna, you've been keeping busy!" I said.
"And the thing about her is that she's kind of
kinky
too," Donna said, leaning close again, whispering.
"
Kinky?
" I asked,
very
curious now.
"Yeah, kinky. Like she begged me to
spank
her. I don't know how she guessed Iβd been fantasizing about spanking a nice female butt. Plus, she just loves dropping down to her knees and eating out my ass. You say you're a greek fiend, Tracy. Well you'd
love
little Angie's tongue down there. She's
really
into butt games too. She freaks when I work a couple of stiff fingers up her ass and really twist them around in there."
"What are you trying to do telling me all this, Donna?" I joked. "Getting me to have an
orgasm
right here, sitting next to you?"
"Why? Do you like it when a girl buries a couple of stiff ones up
your
butt?" she probed, winking sexily.
I couldn't believe that we were suddenly talking to each other as openly, as
lewdly
this.
"Yeah, actually I do,βI happily confessed.
"Mmmh, Iβll have to remember that," she said, looking into my eyes with another very meaningful gaze, taking yet another sip of coffee. "And check this out, last time the Angie came over she brought this
huge
strap-on dildo with her and had me use it on her. She got it at that sex shop downtown, know the one I mean?"
I sure did. I'd been down there to pick up a vibrator to use on myself during some of those lonely nights back at the dorm.
"Anyway, the last couple of times she came by, I fucked the
shit
out of her with that thing," Donna continued. "You should've seen how she flipped over that."
"You know, Donna, as if all that sorority stuff wasn't enough, you're
really
making me cream telling me all this," I told her.
"That's what I figured," Donna said, that sexy smile never leaving her face. "And here's what I'm getting to, this Angie chick confessed to me that she didn't just have the hots for me, but for you too, Tracy. She says to me that every time you come to get a pizza she undresses you with her eyes and a couple of times she's even beat off at night thinking about making it with you. She actually told me that. Sheβs got this fetish for college babes like us. I mean she's this dark Italian chick, and so foxy blondes like you and me really push her button. You know how it is, opposites attract. Plus, she lives at home with her mom and dad, right above the pizza restaurant. So she really looks forward to getting away from all that and coming to my room. And get this, her mom loves that she's hanging out with me. She figures maybe that way Angie'll get into the college scene and decide to go to college herself. Shit, If her mom only knew that what Angie likes most about college chicks is their