Part 3 Choosing a Chapter
Thanks to all who love the story as I did while writing in. There are several more parts to come as long as you keep "begging."
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I didn't get back to the request for chapter selection for several days due to an unusually busy work schedule. It wasn't until I received a reminder when I opened my e-mails one evening that I knew I had a decision to make. The reminder told me that I could change chapters at any time for cause, if that was a concern. All I had to do was to file a request with the board of directors.
Now, it was time to decide whether to join the host chapter that had taken me to such heights of Sapphic pleasures, or try a different group all together. The decision became somewhat simpler when I noticed that the host group was closed to new members. I added a quick note to my file to give it more thought at a later date.
I began by crossing off all the chapters that were closed to new members, then went on to eliminate the ones that indicated an interest in bondage. I might be willing to consider that activity but only after I knew the members of the chapter and found out just how intense they went into the bondage style. That left just seven to choose from. The next step was to check the location of the chapters, crossing off the ones that would require extensive and time consuming travel, possibly making it impossible for me to attend at least a portion of their meetings. That cut the list to three.
The next step, according to her instructions, was to get further information from the web site, using a new code number. Clicking on the now familiar pink blossom, I watched as a new folder called menu of options opened. Opening yet another folder, called "Chapter rosters " I watched as the list of chapters opened, then chose the first of the three acceptable chapters.
The first one on my list was chapter seven. Remembering that I could change chapters after attending a new member orientation, I printed out the member roster and their email adresses, then sent each of them a copy of my bio and my interests, asking that I be considered for membership in their chapter. .
The next day, I received responses from the other members including one from Cricket, who identified herself as the chapter guide. She told me that they were happy to get my request and would be pleased to host me at a special welcoming meeting that Saturday, starting at seven. Due to my new member status, I would once again be required to go through an orientation , although it would not be so structured or with so many women. I was instructed to wear a matching bra and panty set, and a long spring coat. Nothing else but heels. I could only hope that there would be no reason to remove my coat before I got there. I took other clothes with me for the return trip home.
I had no trouble finding the house, a large Victorian that had been beautifully restored. It sat far back off the street with a curving drive that ended up under a tall portico. I exited the car, stepping into a brisk cold wind and walked up to the door. Finding a hand written note on the door, welcoming me, I pushed the door open and stepped inside, out of the wind and into a warm entryway that opened into a long hallway. Closing the door, I waited for someone to come greet me. A tall pair of French doors at the end of the hallway swung open and a tall, slender woman, wearing nothing but pearls and high heels walked into the hall. Her long blonde hair swung sensuously with each step and her small but firm breasts bobbed up and down enticingly. A thin trail of blond hair led down to her slit like an arrow pointing the way. "Welcome Samantha, did you have any problem finding us?"
I shook my head and returned the beautiful smile. "Not at all. Your instructions were quite easy to follow"
The woman finally reached me, holding out her hand. "I'm Cricket, and no, it's not a nickname, it's really my name." We both laughed. Obviously, this was a running joke. "Welcome to my home," she said, pulling me into her body, leaning in to kiss me warmly. Cheerful voices and bright laughter could be heard coming from beyond the French doors as we walked down the hall. Opening the doors, we stepped into a very large room with three women standing at a bar just inside. .
They looked up as the door closed and smiled at me. Cricket took my hand and led me over to the bar to introduce the other members. "This is Dawn," she said, as I met the first member, a woman of about 35 or so, about 5-6", with long brown hair that fell loosely around her shoulders, flowing over the cheeks of her ass. Her sweater did little to conceal ample breasts with large nipples that stood proud, not covered by a bra.. She also had a remarkable ass which indicated a lot of exercise or walking. When she kissed me, I pressed into her full chest, getting more and deeper kisses as a reward...
At nearly six feet, the second woman had to bend to welcome me with soft kisses. She wore her dark brown hair loose and long over a red silk blouse without a bra. Her breasts, about a 36-D, supported dark brown nipples that were trying to poke through the silk. Her velvet pants appeared to be painted over slender, shapely ass and long legs.
"This is Justine," Cricket said, patting the woman's hard ass and accepting a kiss from her. .
The third woman, naked save for her panties, which were the tiniest of bikini's, was about my height but that's about the only thing we had in common. Her brunette hair was pulled back into a long ponytail. Deep hazel eyes glowed with lust over a face that men would kill for. Her breasts stood proud and firm as a ripe grapefruit with nipples that cried out to be sucked. The curve over her hip led to a hard, tight ass that I longed to taste and play with. She won me over quickly with her warm smile."This is Trish ." Cricket said.
"Watch out for that one, Samantha. Once she starts on your pussy, she doesn't want to stop," Dawn warned.
"Is that a challenge?" I asked, as Trish kissed me with more passion than I expected. Cricket was the only other woman there and it was hard not to stare at her fantastic body. She was tall, about five eight, or so, but her legs were more muscular than Dawn or Justine. Hard nipples stood high on firm breasts with rosy aureola.
Would you care for something to drink?" Dawn asked.