"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.”
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.”
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
she’s 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
