Rush week was in my top three least favorite times of the school year, following only finals and fire drill week. A series of fortunate events and position changes in Gamma Nu allowed me to be almost wholly removed from the whole planning and executing part of it all--but no matter how many degrees of separation I had between myself and the new members, something always needed my help.
Technically, as the treasurer of the sorority, I don't have an official Little nor do I have to attend any mandatory bonding activities. It's an extremely useful advantage to have as an honors economics major, especially in my junior year. I did manage fuck it all up, though. I accidentally made some good friends with the freshmen girls last year, to the point where I became an honorary Big for a few girls. I roped myself into attending at least half of the parties, games, fundraisers, and rush events to cheer them on like some sort of soccer mom. Worst of all, I had fun doing it. Now don't get me wrong--I love the girls and community at Gamma Nu. I don't think I've ever fought with any of them. I love the opportunities we all grant each other by forming our sisterhood and all that... But I had shit to do. The scholarship I'm on does not just magically pay my tuition. For that reason, I opted entirely out of rush week this year. Jennifer and Allie, my two faux-Littles, plead otherwise the entire time.
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Please?
You know we're at a loss for what to do without you, Nance," begged Jenny. Constantly.
"She's right. We have maybe two events out of five approved. The rest of them have been shot down by the Dean's office."
I may be an Econ major, but around here I'm treated like some sort of creative writing professor. All of their ideas for Rush get shot down because they have no tact. The Dean's office could not give less of a shit if your frat or sorority is directly hazing the rushers, you just have to lie to them about it. When I relayed all of this information to them, I was immediately struck with the realization that they had just roped me back in to help with the planning. Fuck that. The Sunday evening before Rush Week, I had to take a firm stance. No help. I had a group project due Friday and had to make up for the three other people's lack of contribution before then. Jen and Allie finally relented, thank God.
I wish they hadn't.
Three days had gone by peacefully. The Bigs had planned the activities to take place either in official campus facilities or at the parties of the nearest frat. Some of the other girls stayed at the house or classes all day, like me, but stayed in their rooms for the most part. Every morning I would head down to the kitchen, make myself some coffee and toast, and work in the breakfast nook that had the best view of campus. Thursday morning, I moved to do the same thing, but was interrupted. Allie came through the front doors frantically, and before I could even utter a hello, she ran upstairs. She was clearly looking for something the Bigs had managed to forget. I felt no impetus to question her actions.
Behind her, though, was something I cared much more to understand. A girl, probably a freshman, stood in the doorway. Her arms were delicately crossed as she looked politely around the entryway. Her eyes betrayed her face of calm, as bright and curious as they were. Immediately, I got out of my seat and went up to her.
"Hi! I'm Nancy. Are you Allie's--"
"Allie's new Little? Yes! Oh, sorry for interrupting," she blurted. I couldn't help but smile.
"My name is Samantha. Sam for short."
We dove into small talk, her telling me about how her rush week and semester have been, me telling her about some of my professors and advising troubles this year. She asked about why we hadn't met on Monday, and I asked why she cared. She was exceptionally funny, but polite too. Polite in the way where it was like she had to remind herself that she was talking to a stranger and not a friend, and had to slow herself down a lot. She was fun to talk to, definitely the kind of person who made you want to be their friend upon first meeting. I tried to keep up with her pace, but kept getting distracted by some--rather impolite--thoughts. It was still August, early into the Fall semester, and she was dressed accordingly. She was dressed like a girl trying to impress a sorority, but she had the confidence to pull it off better than someone who had just put it on for show. I had to pull my eyes away from her tantalizing cleavage probably five times during our short conversation.
I tried to focus on other things as she delighted me with her recollections of her experience in university so far. Her voice was soft and smooth. Her eyes were a deep brown, and were perfectly framed by the freckles that covered her entire face. Her lips were blushed, seemingly naturally, and had that certain plump to them that made the blood rush to my crotch. I could only look into them for a few seconds at a time, or else the blush they caused me would become visible. In between moments where I admired her face, I would look back down at her milky white cleavage, also dotted with freckles.
Before I could tear my gaze away for the 6th time, Allie came rushing back down from the second floor and interrupted us. She looked at me for about a second before her face lit up.
"You like my Little? I knew she was the one on the first day.."
"Yeah, she seems--"
"Great! Okay, no time to talk.! We have something big planned for tonight," she waved her real, non-school, ID in front of her face, seemingly having grabbed it from her room in the rush. She put it away with a wink and rushed out the door. Sam followed, but not before saying a quick goodbye.
"It was nice to meet you, Nancy."
"You too. I hope we'll see each other soon."
"Me too!" She walked out of the door with a smile.
I felt like a pig. I'm usually much better at controlling myself--especially in one-on-one situations! I was pretty sure that none of the other girls in Gamma Nu even knew about my tastes at the time, making my actions all the worse; I still couldn't stop picturing her perfect tits. I wished I had been at the events this week just so I could've known about them earlier.
I walked back to the breakfast nook to sit down with my thoughts. I picked up my coffee with a slightly shaky hand.
Did she notice? If she did, she wasn't bothered by it. Or was she just good at acting? Fuck.
Trying to calm down with the view of campus at sunrise didn't work. I sipped my coffee and let myself get carried off in picturesque thought. I got zero work done that morning.
That evening, I was in the dining room. The huge table was empty except for me and all of my work. I hadn't eaten in a few hours, but was in a good enough rhythm that I couldn't stop or else I wouldn't be able to start again that night. I had spent most of the morning and afternoon wrapped up in thought, and had just recently gotten into the right headspace to work. I never heard the horde of Bigs and pledges pouring into the front door and into the living room. A few of them probably even had to pass by the entrance to the dining room, but I was completely lost to visual sensation at that point.
Maybe ten minutes after they had all gotten in, one of the sophomores came into the room and said hello. I responded absentmindedly, though I don't really remember doing so. She giggled and left with two chairs. I looked back for a second to see her enter the dark living room, having realized I had no idea who I had just talked to. I missed her, but saw Allie enter right as the other girl left.
"Hi Nance. You excited for the surprise?"
"What surprise?"
"The one I mentioned earlier? It was a group effort to come up with it, but we figured you'd like it. We got it past the Dean," she added blithely, "You got to check it out. We're almost all set up."
"Oh," I glanced at my almost done presentation, "Sure, eventually."
