Too Pretty To Be a Lesbian

“But you’re too pretty to be a lesbian.” I can’t count the number of times I’ve heard that ridiculous and infuriating objection from both men and women, and I wouldn’t want to try. What’s even worse is when they follow that up with, “You’re kidding, right, Amy?”

Yes, I’m pretty. I’ll admit it. But why does that mean I’m not a lesbian? Is there some sort of cut-off point? I’m petite, but I’m not flat. I have well-defined curves all over, I’m just small and thin. I have a delicate, young-looking sort of face. I have almost-curly brown hair to my shoulders and hazel eyes. My lips are a little pouty. I’ve taken taekwondo so my arms and legs are muscle-toned. My hips roll nicely when I walk. And, yes, I look pretty damned cute in my braces.

Where in there did I pass the, “Sorry, Amy, you’re not a lesbian anymore,” point?

“Well, you mean you’re bi, right?” some will follow-up.

No, I’m not bi. I don’t hate men, but I can’t get emotionally attached to them the same way, and I’m not attracted to them. Yes, I’ve seen a penis before. Yes, it was erect. No, it didn’t stir some hidden desire inside me.

“Oh, so you’re a virgin.”

No! I’m not a virgin. I am sexually active and in a committed relationship with a wonderful woman my own age.

I will admit, though, that I’m not particularly proud of how I lost my virginity. It was a couple years ago, around the time of my 18th birthday. At the time I was dating Angie, a cheerleader for the high school basketball team. We were seniors and had been dating for a couple of years at that point, but Angie especially was committed to waiting for sex until we could be life partners.

Well, the, “You can’t be a lesbian” stuff was laid on pretty thick in high school. There was plenty of room in people’s imagination for lurid fantasies about cheerleader locker-room lesbo orgies, but the idea of a cheerleader in a committed, basically chaste lesbian relationship was not something anyone in our school could handle. In their minds, Angie and I were just close friends who liked to make believe about being lovers.

A couple weeks after I turned 18, I decided I’d had enough. I still loved Angie, but I needed the world to accept that I was a lesbian, and there was only one way I could think to do it.

I approached a girl named Danielle, a 19 year-old high school senior with an air of exotic maturity about her, as well as a reputation as, well, a dyke and a slut. It was rumored that the only reason she’d finally made it to her senior year at 19 was a dalliance with the female assistant vice principal. I didn’t know if that was true, but her reputation counted for everything.

Danielle was sitting by herself on a bench outside of school waiting for her ride when I approached her. She was attractive, but rebel enough in her look that she didn’t have to put up with people dismissing her lesbianism. She was a gorgeous native Alaskan with creamy porcelain skin of an almost caramel hue, shiny black hair, flinty brown eyes, and an incredible figure. But she also had three nose-rings and a tattoo of a marijuana leaf on the back of her right hand. In Fairbanks that meant she was allowed to be a lesbian.

“Hi, Danielle,” I said, wishing my voice weren’t so sweet and perky.

She looked at me and nodded silently. She knew well enough who I was, but she didn’t really have anything to talk about with me, as far as she knew or cared.

“I need your help,” I told her simply, wishing I’d dressed sexier.

She looked at me questioningly, but still didn’t speak.

No reason to not just say it, I decided. “I need you to take my virginity and I need the world to know about it.”

She narrowed her pretty eyes. “How romantic.”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Danielle, I’m sorry. I know this is rude, but I’m sick of no one believing I’m a lesbian. I love Angie, but I need to prove myself.”

“What, you want me to take your ass with a dildo in the gym while a bunch of people watch?”

I blushed even deeper. “Fuck you,” I finally said.

“No, fuck you,” she returned, getting up to walk you. “You’re too insensitive to be a lesbian.”

That burned, and I reeled for days. Then, on Angie’s 18th birthday, I had myself a plan.

My mom was going to be out of town on Friday night, so Angie and I made special plans for me to cook her dinner at my house. I told her to be prepared to spend the night, and while she was hesitant, I insisted that she at least be prepared to stay, even if she changed her mind later. She agreed, and the rest of the week, our hearts were aflutter and our stomachs full of butterflies.

And my spirit was still full of anger and pride. It’s almost painful to remember, but so intent was I on proving myself that I set up two hidden webcams in my house. One in the living room attached to my laptop and the other in my mom’s bedroom, attached to her computer. I even signed up an on-line site where I could post the videos, and used my own full name in screen name. I wanted there to be no doubt.

When Friday evening rolled around, I was excited and nervous all at once. I dressed in a pleated denim skirt with a light blue peasant blouse. Angie had seen my nipples once before and had been captivated by them, so I wore no bra under the lightweight top, which was loose enough that only shadows hinted at the sweet tidbits by which she was enthralled.

When Angie arrived I nearly regretted my plan, because she was such the picture of innocent beauty, but I did want to make love to her badly, and I told myself the video was inconsequential to that. A side benefit. The real point was that we would express our feelings for one another with intimate physical connection.

Angie was not your stereotypical high school cheerleader. That’s not to say she wasn’t gorgeous; she was, by anyone’s standards. But her beauty was more mature. She wasn’t heroine chic and she didn’t walk around showing off her tummy to everyone. She was a normal girl who just happened to be absolutely beautiful. Her face was round, with shining green eyes and softly turned lips, all framed by dark brown curls which hung to her chin. Her skin tanned easily, and was already olive-complected by late April. She was just about six-foot tall. Her figure was in the same proportions as mine, but the extra 10 inches translated to magnificent curves. I was especially enchanted with her thighs, of all things. I loved her in her cheer skit because it showed of her thighs so well.

That night, though, Angie looked like a 1980’s girl. She wore tight stone-washed jeans and a red-sweater of a white button-down blouse. On someone else it would have looked old and tired. On her it looked sweet and hot at the same time.

We kissed on the door step, and then we went into the kitchen so I could finish making dinner. I was preparing a pasta salad with light Italian seasoning and white meat chicken. As I set out the finished product on two plates on the breakfast table, I also got out two wine glasses and a bottle of Chablis from the fridge.

“Wine?” Angie asked with her eyebrows raised.

“Come on, it’s your birthday we’re celebrating,” I insisted. “My mom won’t find out. It’ll be fun!”

She was reluctant, but gave in, and we sat eating, drinking the wine, and chatting. It was a wonderful meal and we were having a lot of fun by the time we went to sit in the living room. Neither of us were really drinkers, so the two glasses of Chablis we each had had us pretty light-headed.

Which was, of course, part of my plan. We sat on the couch, cuddling and watching a movie. I made sure that my breast pressed against her so that she could feel my hardening nipple against her arm. I kicked off my shoes and curled my feet up under my skirt, slowing laying down so my head was in her lap. I drew her hand slowly down to my side, then after a few minutes, onto my breast.

Even through the fabric I loved the way her hand felt on my flesh, and I knew there was no turning back.

At the end of the movie, I rolled over so that I was looking up at her. I reached up, drew her face down, and we kissed deeply. Her tongue felt hungrier than usual, more exploring.

Breaking off for breath I asked softly, “Are you staying the night?”

She slid her hand up inside my blouse, firmly covering my breast. My nipple ached under her palm. Her eyes burned into mine. “Yes, my love,” she said, moving her mouth back to within an inch of mine. “Yes, my love, I’m staying the night.”

She took my upper lip between her lips and sucked gently while she fondled my breast. I slowly scooted myself up so that I was sitting on her lap to kiss her better. By that time her hand was moving all over both of my breasts.

“How does it feel to finally touch them?” I asked, kissing my way slowly from her mouth along her jaw line, down her throat.

“Like heaven,” she said, her head back, her eyes closed. Her hand didn’t slow down, but the other one slid inside the band of my skirt, caressing my ass through my panties.

“I love you,” I told her, slowly lifting her sweater off over her head, wishing it didn’t force her to momentarily stop touching me.

“I love you too,” she said, the hand on my ass now daring to just barely touch bare flesh under my panties.

“I want you,” I groaned, unbuttoning her blouse and kissing my way between her cleavage. She wore a black lacy bra, and I desperately wanted to rip it off and reveal her large breasts, but I forced my self to wait.

“I want you so bad, Amy,” she agreed.

Suddenly I slipped from her lap and knelt beside her on the couch. I began covering her tummy with kisses, running my tongue around in her belly button and just generally massaging her soft flesh with my lips and tongue. This excited her greatly and she bucked up towards me. I started to rub and squeeze her crotch through her tight blue jeans.

“God, Amy, I’m so ready for this,” she panted.

I sucked for a moment on her belly button, careful not to cut her with my braces. “You’re ready make love to your little lesbian time bomb?”

She pushed my face down towards her lap. “As long as we both explode, honey.”

I ran my tongue along the warm crotch of her jeans and then slid to the floor. I took her hand. “Let’s go,” I said simply, guiding her up the stairs. I was still fully dressed. Angie’s sweater was in the living room and her blouse was unbuttoned, showing off her impressive cleavage in the black lacy bra she had worn.

At first I led her towards my bed room, but she stopped me and motioned towards the door to my mom’s bedroom. “In there,” she said with a sweet smile. “You’ve always wanted to.”

It was true. It was kinky, and I couldn’t believe she was actually going for it, but my mom still slept in the bed in which I was conceived, and I had always fantasized about loving my virginity there. Become a woman in the same place I became a person. I didn’t fight her suggestion.

We went into my mom’s bedroom and stood in front of the mirror. I stood behind her, tiny enough that I was almost disappearing from view as I slipped the blouse off her shoulder. I lay my cheek on her back, kissing her softly and embracing her, my hands massaging her breasts through her bra. I felt her nipples respond and it thrilled me to death.

I looked in the mirror and saw that Angie was watching our reflection with a dreamy smile on her face. I kissed her between the shoulder blades as I lowered my hands to the zipper on the front of her jeans and started to lower it. As her panties were exposed they were shown to be damp, and I could smell her scent. I shuddered and took a sharp breath.

“God, I love you so much, Angie,” I groaned, sliding down to my knees behind her, dragging my open wet mouth down the length of her spine, into the elegant swoop of her lumbar curve, and as it approached her jeans, I pulled those jeans down to the floor.

Looking up at her ass hanging there in black, lacey panties was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen to that point in my life. My hands reached around to her front, feeling the wetness of her panties, and I rubbed her moistening mound through her underwear as I slowly kissed my way up from her ankle to her calf to the back of her knee, to her perfect thighs…

After satisfying my lust on the back of her thigh and rubbing her crotch to state of sloppy arousal, I stood and slowly went around to her front, slipping between her and the mirror. Animal heat in both our eyes, I kissed her and caressed her back. As our kiss went on and got deeper and more aggressive, I undid her bra in the back and stepped back to slip it off her and admire the view.

I literally gasped. “God, you’re so beautiful, Angie,” I moaned, pulling her back to me and moving my open mouth toward one breast.

“No no no,” she said, pushing me away teasingly. “You’re still fully dressed, girlfriend.”

Eager to change that I reached down to rapidly pull by peasant blouse up over my head, but Angie stopped me again. “You got to have fun with me, now it’s my turn.”

And then this tall, statuesque beauty bent over at the waist, bit down on the hem of my blouse and slowly raised it up toward my head. I lifted my arms to help her get it off me, but as she raised it with her teeth to chest level she paused in her ascent. Unable to resist, she began rubbing her cheek on my hard nipples, my top still in her mouth. She moaned with pleasure, and I took a sharp breath through clenched teeth. God, it felt so good…

Unable to draw out her own torture of me any longer, Angie took the top of the rest of the way with her hands, and unceremoniously yanked my skirt to the floor. We were now both in nothing but our soaked panties.

Angie took my hand and led me over to the bed, picked me and lay me down on. The bed was unmade and my mom had left her nightgown and yesterday’s bra and panties on it, but we didn’t stop to pick them up. We were past the point of details. As soon as I was on the bed, Angie was on top of me, and we were kissing and fondling one another. Mouths flew from mouth to throat to breast, hands caressed ass, thigh, and crotch.

We rolled around on the bed like a couple of mad women, our faces reddening, our breath getting ragged. We groaned and grunted and told each other how much we loved each other and how much we wanted each other. The fever reached a boiling point when Angie rolled me on top of her, getting me caught up in my mom’s nightgown, and pushed her finger between my panty-covered lower lips.

I screamed and kissed her a little too carelessly, my braces scratching her throat in reckless passion.

“It’s time,” I said.

“God, it’s so past time,” she countered.

We had long ago decided with what precise act we would take one another for the first time. I untangled myself from my mom’s nightgown, and turned so that I was straddling Angie’s chest, facing her toes. She slowly spread her legs, drew her feet up. My mom’s old panties were beneath her, so I threw those to the side.

Then, in unison, she lifted herself slightly off the bed and I lifted myself slightly off her. Together, at the same time, we slipped each other’s panties off, helping our lover my moving our legs however was necessary to allow the panties to come off and not break our main position.

We both uttered words of sheer marvel at one another. My pussy was neatly trimmed with a landing strip, hers untrimmed but naturally close and tidy. Maintaining our simultaneous action, we each bent ever-so-slowly inward, smelling our lover, then placing a soft kiss in the middle of her labia…

…we both let out great cries of pleasure at the sensation of feeling our lover’s intimate kiss and tasting our lover for the first time. After that it was an explosion of awkward but passionate love-making. We were inexperienced, but knew what we wanted and were learning pretty quickly what felt good to us and what made our lover cringe with pleasure.

Neither of us had ever achieved orgasm before, so it was a shock when, in the middle of lapping and tongue-fucking, our bodies suddenly clenched up on us and our muscles jerked suddenly and then released like a bursting dam. We spasmed around each other. Fluid squirted from Angie into my face. I just suddenly got very very wet around Angie’s face. And when the glorious tremors had subsided, I immediately crawled up to snuggle with her. We kissed, we caressed, we cuddled.

It was all so very passionate and so very sweet.

And I had it all on video. And, for a moment the next day when Angie left to go cheer, I thought about destroying the video. Then I thought about keeping it and just watching it myself when I wanted to masturbate. And then I ran into one of the girls at the grocery store who never believed we were lesbians. I ran home, edited the video, and posted it on Saturday evening.

On Monday, at school, I started to spread the word about the video through the rumor mill and by Thursday someone came up to me. “Hey, I’ve gotta know, Amy. That’s not really you in that video everyone’s talking about is it? I mean it’s a hot video, but you’re too pretty to be a lesbian.”

My Best Friend

As I awoke it felt as if a freight train was actually traveling through my head. I immediately hugged the pillow again. ‘Too much wine last night’ was the main thought going through my mind. Of course, without all that wine, I probably would not have experienced one of the best nights of my life. Despite the freight train rattling around in my head, I smiled as I closed my eyes and relived what had happened just a few hours ago. The memory brought some relief.

When I came home from work yesterday, Josh, my boyfriend of 10 months, was sitting on my porch waiting for me. I ran up to him and tried to give him a kiss, but he pushed me away and told me we had to talk. Warning bells went off. Did he lose his job? Did someone die? Looking miserable, he sat back down on the porch swing. Giving him a moment to compose himself, I joined him on the swing.

“Baby, you know I love you. This is really hard for me to tell you this.”

He took my hand in his. He looked to be in agony. My thoughts went to his grandmother, who we both loved with all of our hearts. Did something happen to her?

“Is it Granny?”, I asked with rising panic in my voice.

“ …shit, hon. This isn’t working, me and you. I love you, I swear I do.. but…”

I went half numb with shock. I thought I would be spending the rest of my life with Josh. He tried to explain why he couldn’t be with me any longer. “. No matter what he said, the words “We are through” was all I could hear. He tried to ease my shock some, no doubt, but in the end, he simply walked off of my porch and out of my life.

I sat there staring into space for a while, the reality not really hitting home. As I stood up and walked into my now “empty” house, overwhelming pain seized me along with denial. I looked around and some of the memories of our relationship began to relive themselves in my imagination. I needed to blank this pain out.

I went inside and grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge. I laughed ironically, remembering that we had bought this bottle together, planning on toasting mushy sentiments to each other in front of the fireplace one evening. Anger began to well up inside me now – “Well.. fuck.. I can’t let this go to waste now, can I?” I had started the fire and drank from the bottle as I stared into the flames. I must have sat there for hours, ignoring everything but the sweet warm liquid as it erased my pain and reduced the anger temporarily.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and dropped the bottle. For a split second I thought that maybe Josh had had second thoughts. Turning around, I saw my best friend Cheri close to me. She took one look at my face and dropped to her knees, pulling me close to her.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?”, she had asked so softly, her question tinged with fear.

I couldn’t talk; reality came swarming back. The tears that I had so successfully managed to hide for the past few hours suddenly surfaced again. I just curled into her, feeling so small as she wrapped her arms around me.

“Talk to me, hon. – I saw your lights on but you did not answer your phone. I was so worried.”

She told me that she had let herself in with the key I had given her because I had not answered her knocking at my door either.

Three Horny Girls

Shawn was the first to arrive at the resort. She wore a short, tight red skirt that revealed her slender, caramel legs and her perfectly shaped ass. Her ample breasts nearly poured out of her low cut, sleeveless white blouse. Her red pumps were nearly eight inches tall. She checked herself in and sat down in the lobby. She began to reminisce on the conversation she had had with her two best friends the weekend before. “I can’t wait to see you guys. I can’t believe it has been two years since we have seen each other,”she had remembered telling Lisa and Renae on the phone. The girls had each landed jobs in different states right after college graduation, and hadn’t seen each other since. They were really looking forward to their week together.

“Damn, I am twenty minutes early,” thought Shawn, “I can barely wait to see my girls.” Just then, a beautiful, chocolate complexioned young woman walked through the door of the lobby. “Shit, that’s Lisa,” thought Shawn, “When did she get so fine?” Lisa was wearing tight fitting black leather black pants and a spaghetti strapped black tank with black heels. Shawn jumped from her seat to greet her friend, but to her surprise, another young woman walked through to door. “Great,” she thought, “Renae has perfect timing.”

“She looks so hot in those white stretch jeans and that blue spandex top.” The girls greeted each other in the center of the lobby, hugged and headed to find their room. They had decided to share a room, they thought it would be cheaper and more fun to bunk together.

When they entered their room, they were delighted to find a large Jacuzzi and huge king sized bed waiting for them. They decided the first thing they would do would be trying out the beautiful Jacuzzi. “I’ve got an idea,” said Shawn. “Do you girls remember how we used to skinny dip in college? We could do that now for old times sake. How ’bout it?” Lisa and Renae agreed that it might be fun so they stripped off their clothes and hopped in the Jacuzzi.


“Let me guess,” the bartender asked, setting the glass of water in front of me. “You’re here looking for some company.”

She stared at me expectantly, a slight smile on her glossy-pink lips. I smiled ruefully at her, taking a sip of the icy liquid. “Gee, what gave me away?” I meant it sarcastically, because anyone in the bar could see what I was after, especially another woman. The little black dress gave me away, one of those sparkly knit gowns that clung to every curve, just short enough to make you appreciate a hint of thigh and wonder just how far my legs went up. Or maybe it was the heels, best described as “fuck me” pumps in glossy black patent leather. Combined with the carefully arranged hair and the makeup, I made quite a package for some lucky male to pick up. Problem was, the bar seemed devoid of lucky men, save for a few older men who knew better than to press their luck.

The bartender shrugged and proceeded to polish some glasses while talking with me. “Well, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, and I assume you’re here on business. So your partner isn’t here, and you’re looking for a little entertainment to pass a holiday that’s best not spent alone. Especially here in Las Vegas, the city of sin herself,” she laughed. I was amazed, because she really had hit my situation right on the nose. I was here to teach seminars to new real estate recruits, and was miles away from my husband. Not that being home on Valentine’s Day would have mattered anyway, because the bastard would probably be wooing his mistress on the side. Our marriage had deteriorated down to one simple fact: I wasn’t divorcing him because it would cost me too much hard-earned cash. So he played his field, and I played mine, and we basically put up with each other.

“Pretty much right,” I acknowledged, raising my water glass to her. “How’d you know?”

“Past experience,” she confided. “I was sitting in this very bar about three years ago for the same reason, and the bartender working then asked me the same thing.”

“And did you find what you were looking for?” I asked. She found this very funny, exploding in a sudden peal of laughter that had me raising my eyebrows. “Oh, I found it alright,” she grinned. “A nice little lass from the front desk took me home with her that night, and introduced me to a whole better ballgame.” I nearly choked on my water at her answer, staring at her with slight shock. This bartender really didn’t seem the lesbian stereotype. She wasn’t masculine in her features, and she didn’t seem like some of the feminist lesbians I’d known in college.


Initiation Night

Julie Gates was in her glory. All she’d ever wanted since she came to State College was to be a Delta. Her mother, and her grandmother, had been in the Delta sorority, and to this day it remained THE sorority to belong to. It was initiation night.

The sisterhood was tight. Secrets never left the house. Help was always seconds away if you were in a jam and professors went a little easier on the Delta girls. Life was good. Julie couldn’t wait for the ceremony, the details of which were kept a closely guarded secret. Not even her mother would discuss the ritual with her. All she knew is she would have the ceremonial robe laid out on her bed for her at 9pm that evening.

Only 4 girls were being inducted in to the house. Julie’s room mate Gina, and 2 girls that lived on the first floor of the house as well, Amy and Carlie. There were 21 sisters that would be at the ceremony, Julie and the other pledges would round out the 25 that made the house complete.

At 9 pm there was a knock on the door. Julie and Gina looked at each other anxiously.

Julie’s big sister Ashley opened the door. Big sisters took a pledge under their wing and guided them through to initiation night. Ashley said nothing, she simply laid the white robe on the bed neatly and made her exit. Gina’s big sister Donna did the same thing not 5 minutes later. The girls looked at the robes. They were beautifully laced with gold trim and the Delta insignia.

A soft noise drew the girls attention to the door. A note had been slipped underneath, folded just once. Gina picked it up and read it out loud to Julie.

“You must be in the attic wearing nothing but your ceremonial robe at 9:30pm. Your hair must be worn away from face in ponytail style. Wear no make up, perfume or jewelry. Do not be late.”

Julie drew a deep breath. “I was wondering if we were supposed to be naked under the robe.”

“Well,” Gina replied, “I’m not going naked. How will they know? It’s no ones business what I’m wearing underneath.”

With eyebrows raised Julie whispered to Gina. “I would do just as the note says. You don’t want to mess this up.”

Gina didn’t respond. She simply took off the shirt and shorts she was wearing and slid the robe on over her bra and panties. There was no way anyone was going to see her pudgy body making lumps in the robe. Gina had always been a little heavy and self conscious of anyone seeing her naked. She rarely dated just from fear of a boy making fun of her once her clothes were off.

Julie however did as instructed. Being modest, she turned away from Gina and stripped down to nothing. She loved the cool, soft feel of the silk garment covering her skin. She tied the belt loosely into a knot to keep it closed.

The Sauna

Heather wiped the sweat off her damp face with a small white towel while accompanying her work out partner back to the locker room. Having been her exercise buddy for the past year, Ashley knew her well and understood her need for encouragement, thus congratulating her on a good set.

They decided that in honor of their 1 year “fitness anniversary” they would treat themselves to a private sauna followed by frozen yogurt. Affording it would be no problem of course, being that they were both extremely successful despite their ages.

The man at the counter didn’t give a second glance when they purchased the private sauna for 2 time slots. After all this was a very classy, upscale sports club and no assumptions of any kind were to be made about any guests. The funny thing was, a great number of guests did in fact enjoy “renting out” the totally private luxury saunas for hours at a time. And in all actuality everyone, both employee and guest was quite aware of the private sauna possibilities.

Heather and Ashley had no such intention however and truly were just wanting to celebrate their year of hard work together. Back in the locker room they undressed, toweled up, and headed for the match to their key: PS7 (private sauna 7). Ashley unlocked the windowless door and held it open for Heather who stepped inside, holding her towel on her body up with both hands. They found themselves in a teeny tiny entryway to yet another door, this time with a window which opened with the same key. This next room was the sauna…. a great beautiful wooden room with thick long benches attached to the walls. Ah, what a treat!! Heather made a comment about how they deserved it; her friend agreed.

With that Ashley released an enormous groan as she stretched her arms upward and outward then let them fall at her sides. Heather, feeling a little self-conscious (although enjoying the luxury of a private sauna) sat on a bench and stiffly leaned in a sitting position against a wooden paneled wall, closing her eyes. Ashley, being somewhat of an exhibitionist and determined to enjoy the privacy she had helped pay for (and wanting to make her friend feel at ease) let her towel fall to the floor. Deep down, a part of her really wanted to see Heather naked, not so much to compare to her own body, but just to see what she really looked like without all of those baggy clothes. She felt pretty sure that she had awesome legs b/c even with the baggy shorts, she could see how tan and smooth and muscular they were, at least from the lower thigh down.

Heather tried desperately not to pop her eyes open as she heard the sound of Ashley’s towel crumpling onto the wooden floor. The next sounds she heard were of her friend adjusting her body onto the wooden bench across from her and laying down followed by another relaxed moan.

Heather took this opportunity to glance sideways through slightly slit eyes over at Ashley’s incredible body. She was truly amazed. Never had she realized just how well that woman took care of herself. Her lightly bronzed skin was taut, slick, and shiny over her perfect form. Little beads of sweat hung carefully at every crevice. Her blond hair, thick and healthy hung hot and limp off the side of the bench. With her eyes closed, she was nearly the image of an angel. Wondering if perhaps, her companion was asleep, she took the opportunity to shed her own towel, but very slowly, watching cautiously, so as not to awaken her friend. She took a moment to revel in this newfound freedom, this daring, totally exposed feeling of nakedness…. nakedness in front of another person! Her body began to increase a little in temperature, and in the depth of her mind she wondered some if perhaps it wasn’t just the heat of the sauna affecting her.

Sorority Party

My best friend Dee belongs to a sorority. They were having a party tonight and she invited my new boyfriend Brian and I. Not that anybody really needed invitations to a sorority beer bash.

Brian picked me up dressed in jeans and a green shirt, looking almost exactly like he did when I first bumped into him. I would have to do something about his wardrobe. I had dressed to kill. My red mid-length skirt was slit to my waist. My black silk blouse was backless and cut to my navel in front. My braless tits bounced seductively as I moved.

Brian was speechless when he saw me. I planned on surprising him later when I revealed that I wasn’t wearing any panties. I was having way too much fun being the aggressor in our budding relationship.

I spotted Dee as soon as we got there. Dee is shorter than I am, but much more voluptuous. Although she has perfectly huge tits, her waist is relatively narrow. Her hips and ass are five pounds away from being too big. Her dark brown hair and wide, innocent brown eyes have been the undoing of many frat boys.

“Amanda!” she squealed.

We hugged, having to shout to be heard over the music. I introduced her to Brian, whom she also hugged. He seemed a bit uncomfortable, and I assumed he wasn’t used to strange women giving him hugs, let alone one this pretty. I elbowed him good naturedly to remind him that I was his date for the evening, and that I wasn’t exactly chopped liver. My cornsilk blonde hair is long and straight, which accentuates my pale blue eyes. I’m taller than Dee, standing 5′ 8″. My curves are more proportionate than hers. I have a perky C cup with a nice, round ass.

I went to get beers for Brian and I. The woman pouring drinks looked me up and down. Dee had warned me that there were a few lesbians in the sorority. She was very attractive, although a bit masculine. She was slightly taller than Brian, with dark brown hair and an angelic face. Her trim, athletic figure was clothed in jeans and a deep red shirt.

“Well, don’t you look fine tonight, honey,” She said.

“Thanks,” I replied uncomfortably. I could feel her gaze on my back as I made my way to the dance floor.

I was right about Brian’s lack of dancing skills. A number of guys tried to cut in as we danced. A couple of them were pretty hunky, and all of them had big egos. I got a kick out of turning them all down.

Hours later, and more than a few beers, I was in the mood for some dirty dancing.

“Can I use your room?” I asked after I cornered Dee. She lived in one of the house’s rooms on the second floor.

“What for…oh!” She said, blushing. “You mean right now? With Brian? While the party is going?”

“I haven’t been laid in almost a month,” I pouted. “I’m horny and I’m afraid we’ll both be too drunk to do it if I wait.”

“Okay,” she said reluctantly. “But only if you do my laundry tomorrow. I’m not going to sleep those sheets.”

Ooops I Lost My Bikini Bottom

I might as well quit!

I sat in the changing room of my boss’s pool house, face in my hands, crying to myself. I had been half way up the pool’s ladder, just the lower half of my legs in the water when the hip ties of my bikini came undone. I hadn’t felt it at first and continued my climb. But the breeze on my exposed sex and the hoot from several of the guys in the pool let me know I was in trouble.

I had tried to put it back in place but all I could do was hold the fabric against my pubic hairs. I ran for the change room and here I sat, crying.

“Shannon, open the door.”

It was the boss’s wife Sharon, asking again to let her in.

“Shannon, hun, come on. Bill’s taken the rest of them inside.”

I leaned over and undid the lock, sitting back down with the towel over my lap. Sharon slipped in, closed the door, and locked it. She put her arms around me and I cried into her shoulder. I’m not a terribly innocent child but there were plenty in the pool that I didn’t want to see my pussy.

Sharon whispered into my hair, stroking my shoulders and back. It felt nice.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sssh, no need for apologies, it was just an accident. One that few are going to forget but still just an accident.”

I looked up into her face and saw her smile. I gave a little laugh too. I pounded one fist onto my knee “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

Sharon gave me another hug. “Quit killing yourself. The guys all got excited, some of the girls too I think and the gals that didn’t, well, they gave their guys a good thump!”

Another chuckle.

“In fact, I don’t Bruce is going to get any from his wife for some time to come. She’s so mad, the water turned to steam around her!”

Sapphic Stewardess

I had just completed my sophomore year in college. I grew up in Boston and had spent my entire life in New England. Now I was attending one of those prestigious but rather prim ‘seven sister’ colleges of which my mother and my two older sisters were both alumni. And that was after years at a dreary preparatory school my mother, too, insisted I attend. After all, mother, grandmother before her, and my two sisters had gone there and it was another of those absurd ‘family traditions’ to which they insisted I, too, adhere. While in some ways it is advantageous to grow up privileged, as I had, it can also be very stifling. Especially in that austere world of the New England aristocracy. We were all so damned ‘civilized’ that sometimes I wanted to puke. Often when your upbringing is overly refined and ‘proper,’ as mine was, one’s imagination becomes very fertile. One dreams of wallowing in more tawdry terrains, of transgressing the bounds of propriety, of deviating sharply from the expectations of polite society… of being free and wild! And this is especially true in the sexual domain where three centuries of Puritanical influence have had their effect on the sexual climate of the region and, in particular, its more ‘proper’ denizens.

Now that I was in college I was better able to exercise that freedom I had so long sought — but only to an extent. For the ‘prestigious’ New England four-year women’s college in many ways only continues the constraints of the kind of childhood I had experienced. Freedom was still stifled, now not only by an old-fashioned puritanism, but by a new form of shrill puritan body of belief — a pervasive feminism which insisted, no less than the pulpit, that only certain beliefs and behaviors were ‘proper’ for a woman. And so, still, I longed for the open, unfettered, spacious freedom I had so long sought. A freedom where I wouldn’t have to constantly conceal my needs and desires from others who would think them inappropriate.

And naturally, as is the case with so many women my age, the freedom I was especially eager to taste at this stage of my life was sexual freedom.

You see, I am blessed (or cursed, some would say) with a intense, sometimes rapacious libido. I was aware of this from the first early simmering moments of my sexual awakening. My girlfriends had long regarded me as being ‘boy crazy’. My chronic yearning for pleasures that could be achieved with the opposite sex — and with one’s own fingers! — had grown steadily to the point where I can now honestly and unabashedly claim that I am quite thoroughly addicted to sex. It’s probably not too much of an exaggeration to say that I am addicted to my own surging, volcanic libido. Maybe one day if this gets out of hand I’ll need to visit one of those Sexaholics Anonymous chapters and confess to my many excesses. But for the time being I am more than happy wallowing in and gorging on hefty doses of uninhibited eroticism.

So the plans I had made for this summer excited me with their prospects. I would be working as a waitress in the dining room of a very expensive and luxurious Wyoming dude ranch. One of my friends in college, Beth, was from Wyoming and had already worked at several of the area’s ranch resorts during high school and college, for several summers now. Through her efforts I was able to obtain a summer job out there, in dude ranch country.

Beth had often regaled me with tales of the kind of easy freedom and looseness people out West seemed to enjoy, so very different from my own rigid upbringing amidst the cotillions and country clubs of New England. Now I was eager and curious to experience that kind of world for myself.

The Girls of Phi Kappa Alpha

“Why do we have to join a sorority, anyway?” Lisa whined to her friend. “They do mean things like hitting pledges with paddles, isn’t that right? Shelly told me it was all very humiliating!”

“Yes,” responded Lori, “but Shelly was a Zeta-Gamma. You and I are pledging Phi Kappa Alpha, which is exclusively for female athletes, so I seriously doubt we’ll have to put up with any of that nonsense! Besides, we’re both on scholarship, which means we NEED to join! So hurry up and get dressed or we’re gonna be late!”

Lisa nodded her head, still not convinced she wanted to join any sorority. But Lori was her best friend, and the two girls had both been planning to attend State together ever since junior high. Both were also athletes, although neither would be considered a star player, and were therefore both lucky to have received this invitation to pledge Phi Kappa Alpha.

“Why did they invite us, anyway?” asked Lisa. “Don’t they usually only target the big-name players?”

“Not Phi Alpha,” responded Lori. “From what I was told, Coach Felicia recommended both of us. And she’s a legacy! Wasn’t that nice of her?”

Lisa frowned in response. Coach Felicia was their P.E. instructor at Mason High School. More than once Lisa remembered the coach’s hands patting her on the tush in a more than friendly manner, not to mention staring boldly at her and the other girls as they were taking their showers. And that’s not all. There was the time when Lisa had pulled a muscle in practice, and the coach had kept her there late for what she called a “therapeutic massage.” Lisa wasn’t exactly sure what that was, but remembered Coach Felicia having her strip naked, followed by a lot of rubbing of her legs and butt, very sensually with oils. It was nice, but it made her uncomfortable. She’d never had a woman touch her like that before.

But that was all in the past, and if the coach was nice enough to recommend them both to the Alpha house then maybe she wasn’t so bad after all. Living in that sorority would make it possible for Lisa and Lori to afford attending State, something they had long dreamed about doing together. So perhaps even the possibility of sorority girls hitting them a couple of times with paddles didn’t seem so bad.

Lisa finished these thoughts while zipping up her skirt. She had selected a flowery light green outfit that showed off her long, slender legs and trim figure. It was a figure she was proud of. Lisa had been a volleyball player in high school, and certainly looked it at 5’10” tall with long beach blonde hair, and a California girl face, complete with a dazzling smile and bright green eyes.

Her friend Lori was, by comparison, a diminutive 5’4″. Their friends had labeled the two girls ‘Mutt & Jeff’ because of the height difference, but neither was offended. Lori was a gymnast, and while very short had an attractive curvy build, with well-formed breasts and a cute little behind that even Lisa thought adorable.

Both girls had always attended each other’s athletic competitions, and had always thought the other looked damn sexy in their skimpy uniforms, although they’d have never said so out loud. The volleyball uniform had been a baggy shirt with “bun-hugger” shorts that Lori thought made Lisa’s legs look even longer than they were, if that was possible. Meanwhile, Lori’s gymnastics outfits had always seemed to use as little cloth as possible, Lisa thought, and Lori had looked stunning in every competition, what with her hot little body straining at the seams.

Tonight Lori was wearing a tight black minidress with a red top that showed off her sexy compact figure as she and Lisa left together for the Alpha house. Lori had brunette hair cut short, and soft brown eyes that set off her pretty face. But now those eyes showed concern. They were expected at seven, and it was almost seven already. But fortunately traffic was light and they reached their destination with a couple of minutes to spare.

“If we can get accepted here we’ll have it made,” Lori said excitedly as they walked up the steps of the front porch. “Let’s do whatever it takes to be accepted, OK?” She then squeezed Lisa’s hand for good luck as they knocked on the door.

It was opened by a tall black girl in bluejeans and a navy sweatshirt. She was pretty in an athletic way, and her glance quickly took in the two nervous freshmen standing before her.

“You must be our new pledges,” she said. “My name is Janelle. I play basketball here at State. Come on in.” She then called out, “the new pledges have arrived.”

Behind her sauntered up a tanned girl in cut-offs and a tee shirt with shaggy blonde hair and a freckled face. “Hi, I’m Alice, the president of the Alpha house. You must be Lisa and Lori. Pleased to meet you.”

The girls all shook hands. Alice ran her eyes over the two pretty freshmen girls, saying sidelong to Janelle, “Not a bad catch, eh?” The black girl smiled in response.

Two other girls now made their appearance, as Alice made introductions. “This is Traci. She plays soccer,” motioning to a red haired girl in sweats. “And that’s Sharon, one of State’s golfers,” nodding to a sultry Hispanic senorita coming down the stairs.

“What sport do you play, Alice?” asked Lori.

“I’m captain of the tennis team,” Alice responded. “Now come on into the living room and let’s get better acquainted,” she said, ushering the two into a nicely furnished, carpeted area. It was clear that Alpha house wasn’t short of cash. Everything looked expensive, from the beautifully upholstered chairs and couches to the thick rug beneath their feet.

“This is a really nice place,” said Lisa. “Lori and I are so happy to be here.” Lori nodded in agreement. Both girls felt slightly uncomfortable in the presence of the four upper classmen, who seemed to be staring intently at them as they sat back onto a couch. Lori particularly noted Sharon’s eyes checking out her legs, as she sat back, her minidress hiking up involuntarily, exposing her smooth, taut thighs. Sharon winked at Lori, and the younger girl blushed in response, her eyes downcast.

“Oh, the pleasure is all ours,” responded Alice. “I think you two will be very happy here. Of course, as pledges, we ask one thing and one thing only, and that’s complete obedience. Think of us as your older sisters now. We will be taking care of you. All we ask in response is for you to OBEY!” Her emphasis on that last word was clear.

Both girls nodded.

“You will find some of what we do perhaps strange and unfamiliar, but it’s part of the pledge experience here at Alpha house. On the positive side, our girls are invited to the best parties, we have our very own beach house on the coast, in the winter there’s free access to a ski lodge in Aspen owned by Traci’s family, and every summer we sponsor a trip to Europe, I believe this time it’s France, right, Sharon?”

“Oui,” said Sharon, getting a laugh in response.

“And all we ask of you is your complete submission to your older sisters. Think you can handle that?”

“Oh, yes,” blurted out both girls at once. Lisa added, “It all sounds so wonderful. I almost have to ask what’s the catch?”

The four older girls couldn’t help smiling at one another as Janelle volunteered a response. “We’ll be testing your willingness to obey. Some of what we ask of you might seem strange, even making you uncomfortable. But you’ll either accept it or go elsewhere. But you’ll never find another sorority with the amenities offered here.”

“I’m in,” said Lori. “I love it here already.”

“Me, too,” added Lisa. “You’ve sold us both. Only this seems so nice, I know there’s gotta be a catch somewhere.”

“Oh, there is,” said Alice. “But it’s not like you think. We’re not going to blister your butt with paddles or anything harsh like that. When we want to punish you in Alpha house a hand-spanking usually suffices. In fact, we prefer it.”

Lori noticed the smiles on the other girls’ faces. But the thought of being spanked by one of these women didn’t unduly alarm her. In fact, she found herself blushing at the thought, and saw that the Hispanic girl Sharon was eyeing her closely. She blushed even deeper.

“OK, girls, then it’s settled,” Alice said as they got up and headed toward the door. “You both are now both pledges of Phi Kappa Alpha. You will move your belongings in this weekend, and we welcome you aboard.”

Lisa and Lori both expected a handshake, and were surprised instead when Alice reached out to embrace them both. “Welcome little sisters,” she said softly.

Then the other three also moved in, hugging each of the two girls intimately. Janelle kissed Lisa on the mouth, and Lori could swear Sharon squeezed her butt during their embrace. But she pretended not to have noticed. “See you on Saturday! Bye now!”

As the door closed both girls walked back to the car. “Well, we’re in,” said Lisa.

“Well, tentatively at least,” replied her friend.

On Saturday they arrived with their belongings, and were shown to their room on the first floor. It was small with two twin beds, but otherwise nicely furnished with a chest of drawers, a desk, and a small closet. “It’s not much,” said Alice, as they looked around, “but don’t worry about the small beds. You’ll be sleeping upstairs a lot these first few weeks.”

Lisa looked at Lori as if to say, “What does she mean by that?” Lori shrugged her shoulders in response.

“Get unpacked, and be in the living room tonight at seven o’clock for the start of your initiation,” Alice said as she prepared to leave the room.

“What should we wear?” asked Lisa.

“Oh, that’s right, I almost forgot. You pledges will be attired in bra and panties. Nothing more.” With that she left, closing the door behind her.

“Is she serious?” Lisa whispered. “Bra and panties?”

“Of course she’s serious,” responded Lori. “Remember what they said about obedience? They’re going to be testing us. Besides, remember what she said about not paddling us? Whatever they have in store for us, how bad can it be? We can take it!”

Lisa nodded in agreement, although she wasn’t smiling as she began to unpack.

At seven sharp the two girls left the room and headed for the living room where their four older sorority sisters awaited them. All four appeared attired in dark sweats. They were all seated and talking. But a hush fell over the room as the two near naked freshmen girls entered. Somebody emitted a low whistle. “Very nice,” said Sharon, staring boldly at Lori’s sexy little body, clad in only light blue satin panties and a matching top that barely held in her perfectly formed tits. Lisa, too, was being admired by her sisters. At Lori’s insistence she had worn a white thong bikini bottom and white bra. Lori had told her, “You’ve got a nice ass. Don’t be afraid to show it off! Also, a thong will show them you’re not intimidated or afraid.”

But right now Lisa was intimidated AND afraid. Her thong was drawing a number of appreciative glances.

“Turn around, Lisa,” said Janelle. “Slowly.”

Lisa did as she was told.

“What a gorgeous rear end,” Janelle said aloud.

“OK, ladies, here is where your initiation begins,” broke in Alice. “I’m giving you both an indelible marker. I’m now going to ask the older girls to each go upstairs to her room. Before midnight you are hereby instructed to each get your rear end signed, autographed if you will, by each of your four older sisters. To get them to do this you will have to do whatever they ask. If you can accomplish this feat, you’re in. If not, you can say ‘sayonara’ to Alpha house. OK, girls, upstairs. Lori and Lisa, you have five hours.”

With that, the two young women found themselves soon all alone in the living room, staring at eachother in shock. “We need to get each of them to sign our butts?” Lisa finally gasped.

“And they’ll only do it if we do whatever they say,” added Lori. “Whatever do you suppose that’ll be?”

“I don’t know,” moaned Lisa, “but I’m afraid it’s going to get really weird. I don’t like the way that Janelle has been eyeing me, or the way the rest of them were oogling my ass in this stupid thong you made me wear.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” whispered Lori. “Sharon’s been devouring me with her eyes since we first walked in the door. But we’ve gotta be strong, Lisa! They demand submission. So we submit, OK?”

“If you will, so will I,” promised Lisa. “Now, how do you want to do this? Shall we go together, or separate?”

“If I’m going to be spanked, or whatever, I think I’d rather be on my own, Lisa. Besides, if we’re together they may make us spank eachother!”

“OK, then, let’s get it over with. I’m going to Alice’s room first,” Lisa said, determined. “She seems easygoing enough. Maybe she’ll initial my butt in exchange for a nice back-rub.”

“And I’ll try that soccer girl, Traci,” said Lori. “She’s the rich one. Maybe she’ll be satisfied if I kiss her feet or something like that.” The two girls giggled together, then slowly headed upstairs.

Moments later, Alice heard a timid knock on her bedroom door. “Come in,” she said. Lisa then entered, and saw Alice sitting on her large bed clad only in a tee shirt and panties. “Over here,” she motioned to Lisa with her index finger. “Let’s check you out.”

Lisa slowly made her way over to the older girl. “Turn around,” Alice commanded. “I want to see if that sexy ass of yours feels as good as it looks.”

“What are you doing?” Lisa asked in a shocked voice, as Alice’s fingers began exploring her firm ass cheeks.

“Don’t ask stupid questions,” Alice responded, sharply slapping Lisa’s sexy butt. “Take off those clothes and climb up onto this bed. I have something I want you to do before I sign my name to your butt.”

Lisa obeyed, but felt horrified at what she was being asked to do. Obviously this girl was a lesbian, and Lisa had never so much as kissed a girl before tonight. And yet, here she was climbing onto another girl’s bed, totally nude.

“I’m going to go easy on you this first time,” Alice said, gliding her hands along Lisa’s smooth skin, “because we’ll have many, many nights in the months ahead to get better acquainted. Right now, I just want to enjoy this pretty body of yours for a while.” And with that she proceeded to lean over and kiss Lisa deeply on the lips, her tongue pushing past her lips, and on into her mouth. Meanwhile, her hands cupped Lisa’s breasts, squeezing and tweaking her firm nipples. After a while her mouth left Lisa’s, working its way down to her chin, then her neck, shoulders, and finally sucking and kissing her breasts. Lisa moaned, overcome by the passionate assault on her senses. Never before had she made out with another girl, and against all her wishes she was finding it incredibly exciting.

When Alice raised her head to look Lisa in the face, she saw longing in the younger girl’s eyes.

“That’s enough for tonight,” she said. “Roll over, babe, and give me that pen.” And with that she signed her name on Lisa’s smooth round derriere in indelible ink.

Meanwhile, Lori was in Traci’s room, where she soon found herself being passionately kissed by the fiery soccer player. “What a little doll you are,” remarked Traci, as she pulled off Lori’s bra and panties. “Sharon told me she wanted you all for herself, but here at Alpha house we share.” She laughed to herself, then pulled Lori over her lap. “I think for now I’ll settle for a pleasant little spanking of this beautiful round butt.” And with that she proceeded to slap Lori’s tush repeatedly. At first Lori blushed with humiliation, but as the spanking continued she felt herself enjoying the sensation. By the time Traci finished Lori was wiggling her butt appreciatively with every stroke.

“You’re a natural, babe,” Traci murmured, grabbing the marker and scribbling her name on Lori’s now-warmed ass cheeks before lifting the trembling girl up and kissing her deeply on the mouth. “I’m sure we’ll be doing this again very soon.” Lori left the room in a daze.

Meanwhile, Lisa had crossed the hall and knocked quietly on Sharon’s door. “Come in,” she heard, and opening the door found Sharon waiting there in a black negligee. “Oh, it’s you,” she said, seeing the nude young blonde standing before her. “I was kind of hoping to see your friend. But then,” she smiled, “that will be later. As for now, I believe I’d like for you to give me a very sexy lap dance. And I won’t be signing your pretty wiggling rear until I’m fully satisfied.”

With that she reached over and clicked on a hot salsa CD, turning up the sound as the exotic Spanish rythym filled the room. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Lisa stood still for only a second longer, and then slowly began gyrating her lithe body before the dark-eyed, sultry woman before her. Sharon’s hands reached up to pull her closer, turning her around in doing so, so that Lisa’s butt was now in her face. Lisa acknowledged this, swaying it seductively before the older girl’s appreciative eyes. “Ah, so sweet,” purred Sharon, her hands coming up to gently caress the beautiful ass before her. Lisa was astounded at how turned on she was at this moment! Here, in this room, dancing naked for another woman, and loving it! By now Sharon’s hands were roaming freely all over her body, at one time slapping Lisa’s swaying butt, only inches from Sharon’s face. As the song ended, so did Lisa’s movements. Sharon then kissed her pretty round rear, then reached for the pen to sign her name right below where Alice had signed it not twenty minutes before. Then she patted Lisa’s rump and motioned her out the door. “I’ve got preparations to attend to for the second course,” she said, smiling.

Meanwhile, Lori had gone to Janelle’s room. The tall, black basketball girl still had on her sweats, and was sitting at her desk as the still nude little gymnast entered, her bra and panties still on the floor in Traci’s room. Janelle smiled. Oh, the fun she would be having with this cute little plaything later in the semester. But right now her thoughts were on her tall blonde friend in the next room. Nevertheless, she motioned Lori to approach her. The trembling girl slowed to a halt before her, awaiting orders. “Come up here, on my lap,” said Janelle, soothingly. Lori climbed up like a little girl on her daddy’s knee. Immediately Janelle began slowly stroking Lori’s pretty little body. Her hands were everywhere, along her sides, up and down her legs, squeezing and caressing her breasts and ass. She kissed the younger girl deeply, then motioned her to get up and bend over her desk, which Lori quickly did, arching her perfumed ass upward for Janelle’s attentions. The black girl then knelt down behind her and began kissing the gorgeous, pert little ass of the gymnast. Her lips covered the soft round mounds, licking and nipping the sweet-smelling skin. Lori moaned aloud. This was a new sensation for her, and she was loving it. Janelle’s tongue then worked its way into the cleft between Lori’s cheeks. The younger girl was in ecstasy as Janelle’s tongue found her exposed asshole and pussy. Janelle continued to lick and Lori continued to moan aloud. Finally, the older girl edged back. “That’s enough for tonight.” She grabbed the marker and initialed Lori’s ass, close to where Traci had done so not long before. She then got up, patted Lori’s behind, kissed her, and sent her on her way.

Lisa was at that moment in Traci’s room. Traci had earlier enjoyed administering a hand-spanking to Lori’s cute little butt, but seeing this gorgeous tall blonde now nude and submissively waiting before her, decided to spice it up a bit.

“For you, my pretty pledge, I’m going to want to see you hopping.”

Lisa looked at her quizzically. “Hopping?”

“Yes, my pretty plaything, I said ‘hopping.’ Come over here,” Traci said, reaching into a drawer and pulling out some velcro straps, which she then applied to Lisa’s ankles, tying them together, along with her arms behind her back. Lisa was still standing, but she couldn’t move, only hop. Traci then added a gag to keep her quiet, and then proceeded to slap Lisa’s bare ass. “Now hop for me,” she demanded.

Lisa didn’t know what else to do. She began hopping around the room, slowly, but with Traci walking behind her slapping her on the ass with her hand. “Oh, your butt looks so good bouncing up and down like that!” Lisa felt humiliated, but didn’t dare stop. She also felt incredibly turned on. The slaps continued, until finally she collapsed face down on Traci’s bed, her butt still up in the air, exposed to more of Traci’s attentions. But the red-haired soccer player had had enough. She planted a couple of warm kisses on Lisa’s reddened ass cheeks, then grabbed the marker and scribbled her name. “Three out of four, sweet-cheeks,” she said, as she undid the velcro straps, and helped Lisa stand up. “I really do love that pretty butt of yours, by the way,” she said, grinning. Lisa smiled back, in spite of herself. She would never admit it, but she had enjoyed the ordeal more than she would ever have imagined. The realization that she was actually enjoying being a submissive plaything was more than she could fathom at this time.

Meanwhile, Lori had knocked on Sharon’s door, and when she entered saw that the sultry Hispanic girl had prepared a special surprise for her. On the large table in the center of her room she had placed a large platter. Around the platter were items used for cooking and the preparation for food.

“I got hungry waiting for you, my sexy little morsel,” Sharon said. “Now quick, up on the table, and I’ll show you how to prepare the Spanish suckling pig, a recipe that’s been in my family for generations.”

Lori didn’t know what else to do. The older girl then pulled her up onto the platter, securing her wrists together in front of her as she knelt down onto it, face down and butt up, her ankles then secured together behind her. “You look totally delicious like that, my love,” murmured Sharon, trailing a finger along the curve of Lori’s upturned butt. “But I’m not finished yet.”

She then opened a small bottle of olive oil, and proceeded to rub it all over Lori’s lovely young body. All over the oil was rubbed in by Sharon’s experienced fingers, with perhaps a bit more attention paid to the gymnast’s small breasts and perfectly round little ass. Soon Lori’s skin was glistening in golden perfection. Sharon then sprinkled on some pepper, and garnished Lori with a few sliced cucumbers and radishes. “Ah, the perfect dish,” she said, her mouth actually watering as she watched Lori’s oiled body wiggle against the restraints, her mouth letting out an involuntary moan.

“Ah yes, I almost forgot,” said Sharon, as she reached over and grabbed an apple, placing it in the younger girl’s mouth. Then, stepping back to admire her work, she licked her lips and sighed. “Oh, if only cannibalism wasn’t illegal,” she said softly to herself. “Still, what jury could possibly convict me?” She leaned in and gently bit Lori’s oiled right rear end cheek, causing the younger girl to yelp. Sharon laughed and nipped her rear again.

At about this time Lisa was crossing the hall to Janelle’s room. She knocked, and heard Janelle’s voice say, “Enter.” In walked Lisa, and there was Janelle laying on her bed, naked, except for a large strap-on dildo securely attached around her waist. The black girl sat up, and said, “Come here, my pretty white slavegirl. Come here and present your ass to me. I want you. I want your body and your gorgeous round rump.”

Lisa was dumbfounded. She began to back away toward the door. But Janelle was too quick for her. She leaped up and grabbed her, forcefully kissing her on the mouth, one hand grabbing her right breast while the other circled her waist. “What are you afraid of? You’re mine tonight, whether you want to be or not! Surrender that beautiful body to me.” She kissed the younger girl hard on the side of her neck.

“I’m… I’m afraid,” whined Lisa. “Please don’t hurt me.”

Janelle stroked the trembling girl in her arms, running her hands along Lisa’s stomach, across her breasts, and then down to her soft, pliable butt. “Nobody’s going to hurt you, pretty girl. But this is the final ordeal you must endure in order to fulfill tonight’s initiation. You can do it. You must do it.”

Lisa nodded, and Janelle released her from her grasp, then took her hand and led her to the bed. Lisa submissively climbed up and laid on her stomach, as directed by Janelle, facing the wall. The older girl then manacled her wrists to the bed board, and then began slowly kissing her body. Lisa felt the tension leave her, as Janelle then got behind her and raised her butt, her hands placed firmly on Lisa’s hips, positioning her rear end so that she could take it from behind with the strap-on. It was lubricated, allowing it to slide easily into Lisa’s pussy. Nevertheless, the blonde girl squirmed and moaned softly as Janelle proceeded to pump her doggy style, her black hands squeezing the beautiful white ass cheeks of the trembling volleyball player. “Ah, this is so good,” Janelle said quietly. She continued to pump harder, Lisa’s moans becoming louder. “Quiet,” Janelle hissed, slapping the white girl’s sexy ass. She then slapped it again, whispering into Lisa’s ear, “Your ass jiggles so very nicely, you’ll have to remind me to spank it the next time you spend the night here with me.” Lisa moaned again, as the strap-on action continued, her pretty white butt being pumped repeatedly over the next half hour, as Janelle alternately caressed, and occasionally slapped the blonde girl’s sexy rear while enjoying her from behind. Finally, she pulled the strap-on out of Lisa’s pussy and lay on top of Lisa’s prostrate form. “That was so good,” she sighed, kissing her way up the blonde girl’s back to her neck. “Where’s the pen? You certainly earned my autograph on that pretty butt of yours.” She wrote her name on the still trembling white flesh.

Across the hall, in Alice’s room, the still oiled up Lori was standing in the bathroom while Alice turned on the hot water in the bathtub. “I can’t believe Sharon let you leave her room still oiled up like this,” she fumed. “I don’t want olive oil all over my sheets. Looks like I’ll have to wash you before I can play with you.”

Lori just looked down in exhaustion. It had been a long night, but it still wasn’t over, as she still needed Alice’s autograph on her now oily butt. Alice poured some bubble bath soap into the tub, then proceeded to bathe the pretty young gymnast. “Oh well, I might as well make this fun,” she said to herself before starting. She got up and reached into one of her dresser drawers, grabbing a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold. She then put the blindfold around Lori’s eyes, then handcuffed the non-protesting girl with her arms up to a bathroom fixture, then gently guided her body into the soapy water. Soon Alice’s hands were gliding freely along the gymnast’s smooth young body, along her back, cupping her lush breasts, her smooth legs, and her sexy round ass. It was a thoroughly enjoyable experience, thought Alice, bathing the bound beauty. Occasionally she’d plant a kiss somewhere on the girl’s wet, silky skin, eliciting a moan of appreciation from the captive handcuffed girl. Soon Lori’s body was glistening and squeaky clean, the only evidence of the night’s action being the three named scribbled on her cute round rear in indelible ink. Alice dried the girl off, but when she looked for the marker it was nowhere to be found.

“But you need to sign my butt,” whined Lori, “or else I can’t get in the sorority!”

“Not to worry, my pretty plaything,” said Alice. “I know another way to mark my initials onto your sweet ass.” And with that she lifted up Lori’s rear, leaned down and proceeded to plant a hickey on the young girl’s tender tush.

“What good is that, Alice?” protested Lori. “I mean, I enjoy feeling your lips on my butt, but I need your initials there right now.”

“Not to worry, pretty girl, a few more hickeys and we’ll have the letter ‘A’,” laughed Alice, as she went in again.

It took a while, but by midnight both girls were resting comfortably in the living room of the Alpha house, their butts signed by all the women of Alpha house, their bodies now cleaned and pampered by their erstwhile tormentors. Both were in white cotton panties and tee-shirts sporting the Phi Kappa Alpha logo. Short-cut tee-shirts, as Alice and the other girls liked the way it showed-off their cute rear ends.

“You did it,” said Traci. “You’re both in!”

Sharon was holding Lori’s head on her lap, the younger girl almost asleep, while Lisa was laying on the adjoining couch, cuddling in Janelle’s lap.

“Yes, we’re in,” she murmured. “But we’ve got so much still to learn, and I’m just so happy you’re all here to teach us.”

“And that’s exactly what we plan to do,” Janelle murmured back. “Ain’t education a beautiful thing?”

The others all smiled in response.