A few days had gone by since Lana had received her initiation invite from Sigma Kappa Pi, but it was still all she could think about. She'd find herself sitting in class and thinking about how she had fingered and rubbed herself to completion in front of her future big sisters instead of paying attention to her lecturers. She felt like she was in a constant state of arousal and was beyond grateful for the free vibrator she had gotten. She had been putting it to good use, fucking herself with it whenever her roommate wasn't around. Just the day before, she had rushed to her room during the one hour break she had in between classes just to sate her constantly throbbing pussy and change her out of her damp panties. When Rachael was in, she would wait until the corridor was quiet in the night and use the vibrator in the showers.
She had seen one of the girls that had been at the first round of the selection process at the Sigma Kappa Pi house with her that night on campus. When she was about to say hi, the girl had diverted her gaze to the floor and carried on marching as if she didn't know her. Lana felt hurt for a second, but reckoned that the girl was probably mortified about what they had done. Lana found that she did not share the sentiment. She felt sexy and proud and just thinking about it made her flustered.
Her thoughts went to the charter president, Aurora. The woman made the cogs in Lana's mind whir with intrigue. She had spent a good two hours cyberstalking her. She learned from her Facebook page that she had a boyfriend who was a Computer Science major on the honor roll. Their photos together looked like a Ralph Lauren catalogue and Lana felt a sliver of envy as she clicked through the copious digital albums. Aurora herself was a PoliSci student, which Lana had predicted. A person that had such a natural gift of controlling and leading people was destined to go into the sordid, manipulative world of American politics.
She had called her mother the day after her first initiation, telling her about how she had been invited. Mrs Murphy didn't sound particularly thrilled with the idea, but told her daughter that as long as she didn't deviate from her studies, she could try and make the Greek thing work. Lana wanted to know why her mother hadn't made a bigger deal about being Sigma alumni and her mother had said that even though the system had been fun while she was at school, she hadn't kept in touch with any of the girls after graduation and she only joined because her own mother had.
"Meme was a Sigma?!" Lana had gasped.
"It was the fifties, Lana," her mother replied smoothly. "Everyone was in a sorority. But you kids have way more clubs now. You don't need that repressive, old school Greek stuff."
She guessed her mother was right but Lana already had her heart set. It's not like there was any looking back after what she had done. Lana was sitting in the lab, working on her analytical chemistry practical when her cellphone buzzed. She switched off the Bunsen burner before fishing the phone out of her lab coat pocket. Anticipation overtook her as she read the short but precise message:
21h30 tonight @ the charter house.
Your sisters have summoned you.
It was much more informal than the handcrafted invite but it was just as cryptic. Lana wondered how they found her phone number but she didn't care. She was glad that she had been summoned. She turned back to her work, moving around the lab with a renewed fire now that she had an incentive to finish early. After she'd written up her results, logged them into her work book and cleaned up the instruments she had used, Lana rushed back to her dorm so she had ample time to get ready.
She greeted Rachael as she walked into her room and found that the other girl's laconic reply didn't hurt her in the least. Lana's imagination was too busy thinking up scenarios of how round two would go down to care about her roommate's aloofness. Opening her bedside drawer, Lana pulled out her purple vibrator and placed in her toiletry bag before practically skipping to the communal bathrooms. She picked the shower furthest from the door, got in and locked it. She took off her clothes and hung them on the hook before she stepping under the shower head. She turned on the faucet and let the water cascade down her naked body.
Lana sighed as the hot water covered her. The hot stream rode over her heavy, perky tits, along her flat stomach and down her pussy lips. The heat caused a strong tingle in between her legs and her nipples hardened. She spread her legs and placed one hand on the wall to support herself before she started to rub her clit. She released a throaty moan as her fingers massaged the hardened nub, all the while the water adding extra stimulation. She began making small circular movements around her clit and when the throbbing intensified, she knew it was time for her favorite little friend. Picking the vibrator up, Lana switched it on before placing it at her opening and pushing it in slowly.
"Ohhhh shit!" she moaned as it entered her.
It buzzed in her tight pussy and she folded her forearm onto the tiled shower wall for extra support before resting her forehead on it and letting the machine do its work. She rotated her hips on it, imagining that she was riding a really hot guy's dick while simultaneously pushing it in and out at a medium pace. She was slow and tender with herself, wanting the session to last as long as possible and withholding her own orgasm. She thrust it back and forth, and the fire within her kept building gradually until she felt her thighs quivering. Lana knew she was close to coming apart and notched up the speed of the vibration.
She whimpered loudly, not giving a damn if someone walked into the bathroom as she quicken the pace of her thrusting, ramming the curved shaft in her pulsing box, scratching the itch on her G-spot every single time. It was a matter of minutes until she was fucking herself with reckless abandon and her eyes rolled back into her head as she came. Her knees buckled and she slid to the floor of the shower, her breathing labored and she rode wave after wave of her orgasm.
When it finally subsided, she pressed the off switch and slowly pulled out the vibrator, moaning as she did. She let herself recover for a few minutes, a giddy smile on her face as she panted. Finally, Lana pulled her orgasm-drugged body back up and began preparing for her night. She shaved her legs and manicured her pussy, leaving a short strip of dark hair the way she liked it. She lathered her thick, dark locks in shampoo before letting the conditioner soak for a good ten minutes then rinsing. When she was done with the routine, she marveled at how soft her skin was and how good she smelled.
Rachael was still in her room when she got back, but as per usual, she had her noise cancelling headphones on. Lana smiled inwardly as she thought that one of these days, she might put the quality of Rachael's beloved headphones to the test by using the rabbit while she was in the room. 'Wonder if you'll be able to ignore me then,' Lana thought mischievously.
She looked through her closet, contemplating her clothes. She would really have to call her dad for some money if she was going to do this sorority thing properly, cause her wardrobe needed a reboot. After trying on as many combinations as she could, Lana settled on a short-sleeved fluffy sweater and a 90's style suede shirt. She didn't look as sexy as the last time, but she definitely looked more fashionable. She liked the way the outfit accentuated her the cinched curve of her waist and again, her legs were on show. This time around though, she made sure to wear a bra. She wasn't about to make the same mistake twice.
Her hair was back to its natural waviness and she let it form a mane around her face, falling over her shoulders. She tied a subtle, thin gold choker around her neck and zipped up her boots.
"Where are you off to?" came a voice.
Lana jumped from shock for a second, until she remembered that silent Rachael was in the room.
"Meeting some friends," Lana replied.
"Oh," Rachael said, her tone contemplative. "I didn't know you had friends."
Lana scowled for a second, offended at the comment. She was right, Lana didn't have friends, but she didn't have to be so frank about it!
"They're new," Lana explained.
"Ah, it's that blonde chick?" Rachael said. "So you're the preppy type."
"I don't have a type," she began to feel defensive until she realized what Rachael had said. A blonde girl had left her the invite. Could it be...? "The girl, who left my invite. What did she look?"
"I told you, I don't know, blonde?" Rachael shrugged. "You all look the same to me."
Lana rolled her eyes at Rachael's joke. The girl had a weird ass sense of humor.
