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.

At The Office

Melissa enjoyed her job a lot… She had been working for the agency for a little over a year, and in that time had gotten two promotions along with nice raises. She had started as a general typist, but had soon shown superior talent and was given the job as the administrative assistant to one of the vice presidents. It was shortly after that happened that she got her big career break.

She was working late on a Friday… Her boss had a huge project that had to be in the client’s office, halfway across the country, first thing Monday morning. Melissa loved working for her boss, Sharon, a strikingly beautiful woman who, in her mid-forties, was quite a bit older than Melissa’s 26 years. Sharon is very tall and slender, with a mane of auburn curls that reaches halfway down her back. Her taste in clothing tends to white blouses and dark slacks, but they are obviously tailored and show off her tight butt.

Melissa is short at 5’1″ and blonde, with her curly hair just reaching her shoulders. Her body, while not fat by anyone’s standards, is more full than Sharon’s. Melissa usually dresses in short skirts that show off her shapely legs, but she is careful not to dress too provocatively at the office. Away from work, she tends to wear tiny little mini skirts and low cut tops, as she loves to show off her body. Melissa has been lesbian for several years, she got tired of men and their mind games and their refusal to grow up. She is single at the moment, as a couple of months ago she came home from work and found her last girl friend in bed with her own sister, and couldn’t handle it.

Melissa has no clue about Sharon’s sexual orientation… Sharon is always very professional around the office, but Melissa has also never seen her away from work. She has no idea whether Sharon has a husband, a boy friend, a girl friend, or what… She has noticed that Sharon does not wear a ring on the third finger of her left hand, but does wear several others.

That particular evening, Sharon seemed to be in a very good mood in spite of the stress they were under to complete the project. It looked like they would get it done without much difficulty, and after a while Sharon sent out for some Chinese food for the two of them. When it arrived, they took their food into the conference room and spread it out on the table.

Sharon looked at Melissa and said, “So, Melissa… First off, I want you to know that you have done a great job for me so far. I haven’t had a chance to say it, but keep up the good work!”

Melissa smiled and said, “Thanks… I figured that if there was a problem, you would have let me know. But it’s always nice to hear that I’m doing things to your satisfaction.”

“You are, definitely! We have never really had a chance to get to know each other. Tell me something about yourself!” said Sharon, as she dished herself some rice and chicken.

“Ummmmm… Like what?”

“Well, let’s see. You’re 26, right?” Melissa nodded her head, since her mouth was full of pork fried rice.

Sharon continued, “Okay, are you married? Boy friend? Kids? Pets?”

Melissa swallowed, then took a drink of water. She smiled. “No, no, no and no! None of the above. How about you, Sharon, are you married?”

The older woman laughed out loud. “Oh, God, no!”

When Melissa looked at Sharon blankly, she went on, “Didn’t you know that I’m a lesbian?”
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Intimate Shaving

Tammy and I were having drinks at my apartment. She’s a very outspoken one. She asked if I had ever shaved my pussy. I’m an ex-beautician, and I told her that I shaved mine quite frequently. I had also shaved several customers while I was working.

“I tried it and wound up all prickly, and with a rash. I want to surprise my lover. She has never seen it bare.” Tammy said smiling wickedly at me. She had shocked me a little as I didn’t know she preferred women. My interest really peaked.

“Sure, I can shave you. When do you want me to do it?” She said that then would be a good a time as any. I have had several very sexy encounters while shaving women, and the thought of shaving Tammy make my clit tingle. We had another drink and then I got my shaving paraphernalia out. I asked her to strip. She turned her back and took off her clothes. I caught my breath as she turned around. She has a beautiful svelte body.

I put some soft towels on the kitchen table and Tammy hopped up on it , and lay back. I pulled up a chair and began the delightful task of denuding her lovely pussy. I trimmed her hair close with clippers, then spread her dainty outer lips exposing her bright pink core. Her vaginal folds were wet with her secretions. Her pussy was beautiful, deep pink and gleaming wet.

I wanted to lick her sweet pussy. I could smell the delightful aroma of a clean, aroused sex, and it made my mouth water. I held back and blotted the moisture. I applied the protective salve up and down her tender flesh. She moaned as my fingers coated her exposed flesh and slid up to “accidentally” flick her clit, just peeping out of the folds of it’s hood.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked innocently, looking up her shapely body. Her pert breasts had softened a little as she lay back.

“No, you rubbed my clit. It’s very sensitive. I’m sorry I’m so wet. Having a lovely woman, between my legs looking at my pussy so close, gets me hot.” She said looking down at me.
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Jackies New Friend At the Theater

Jackie sat up in bed, sweaty and frustrated, and looked at the clock. It was 1:00 a.m., and she could not get to sleep. She looked over at Josh, snoring peacefully next to her, and had to resist the incredible urge to hit him with a pillow and make him wake up and fuck her. She’d been lying there masturbating for about ten minutes, hoping he’d wake up and get the hint, but either he was pretending to be asleep or he really was completely out. She suspected the former.

Giving up, she got out of bed and walked naked into the bathroom, where she considered taking a cold shower in the hopes it would help her sleep better…or at least not be so damn horny anymore. Her relationship with Josh had been very strained lately, especially since it seemed he’d totally lost interest in her sexually. He’d been spending more and more hours at the office, calling her with lame excuses for why he was working late. Anytime she tried to talk to him about it, he found a way to back out or change the subject. Meanwhile, not only was she becoming certain the relationship was on its last legs; she was horny as hell with no relief in sight.

As she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, she found herself getting more and more angry at Josh. She was a very attractive woman: 25 years old, with a firm body toned from long hours at the gym. Her hazel eyes were clear and bright, and her shoulder length brown hair was streaked with natural highlights from the sun. She put her hands under her small, firm breasts and squeezed them, running her thumbs over her nipples, then shivered as they became erect. She ran her eyes down her body to her nicely trimmed pussy, admiring the perfect triangle between her legs. Her hands traveled lower, and she spread her pussy lips open and slowly slid a finger between them and rubbed her clit lightly. She moaned and arched her back as she rubbed faster, then abruptly made a decision: if Josh wouldn’t help her relieve some of her sexual tension, she was going to find someone who would.

After dressing in a loose cotton skirt and t-shirt, she quietly left the house and got in her car, pausing to see if any lights in the house would turn on. When nothing happened, she started the car and left, heading for a porn theater on the outskirts of town. She could feel herself tensing with excitement and arousal at the possibilities that lay ahead.

When she arrived at the theater, she noticed there were not many cars there. She took a deep breath, then walked to the door and went in.

“Well, hi there,” the clerk said, flashing her a smile. “Can I help you with something tonight?”

She smiled back at him. “I certainly hope so. Got any good movies playing?”

“Oh, sure. Depends on what you’re interested in,” he said with a sly wink.

She laughed and walked closer to him. “I’m interested in getting off, honey. I’m so horny I could fuck a goat right now.”

The clerk laughed. “Well, we don’t have any of THOSE movies playing tonight, but I’m sure you’ll find something you like. Just pay your six dollars and help yourself. We’ve got three theaters to choose from.”
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Strap On For The Ride

Campus was deserted for spring break, most students choosing to go home rather than hang around. That meant a lot of dark windows in the women’s accommodation block, all except for one, where bright lights flashed on and off, followed by the occasional laugh.

Inside three young women, Mel and Jessie both 20, and there cross-hall friend Amy, 19, were all enjoying a quiet night in, watching movies and chatting. It was an interesting mix for anyone on campus who knew the people involved. Certainly many a tongue was left wagging when Mel and Jessie walked by, the most prominent lesbians on campus. They were very forward about their sexuality and left a lasting impression on all their fellow students when they came across the flamboyant duo.

On the other side of the scale was Amy, a reasonably average college girl just trying to get through her degree and land a good job. She fit in with almost every social group on campus and had befriended the two outgoing girls when she first arrived in the accommodation block and was allotted the room across the corridor. Ever since she had been dodging rumors that she was the ‘third’ member of the campus lesbian connection. Something which at first which bothered her, but now was no big deal.

The three girls were part of the handful of students who didn’t go home for break, choosing instead to hang out and generally have a good time. For Amy it was a chance to get away from her overbearing parents. For Mel and Jessie it was business as usual.

Amy was a gorgeous strawberry blonde; she had a young trim figure which got its fair share of notice on a campus dominated by the female population. She played a number of sports and was an avid gym member. She stood about five foot five, with straight shoulder length hair and captivating blue eyes. Her slender lines were accentuated by a casual pair of hipster jeans and a sporty black boob tube which displayed her taught stomach, even tan and navel stud.

Mel also sported a trim frame; she had closely cropped black hair which highlighted her high cheekbones and deep brown eyes. She was a real take charge kind of woman who always said what she thought. She stood about five foot four and wore a low slung pair of hipster shorts with frayed edges, barely covering her underwear and a tight fitting white shirt.

Jessie had a slightly curvier figure, although she was still slender, sporting a larger bust than the other girls, she wore a low cut sleeveless blue shirt and slinky skirt which only covered a quarter of her thighs. Jessie had shoulder length sandy blonde hair which she had tied up in a rough pony tail.

The three girls shared a few smuggled drinks, campus security was non-existent, which led to a few loose tongues when conversation rolled by. The topics were innocent enough, college, lecturers, people they didn’t get along with, people they found hot, the list went on.

Amy enjoyed hanging out with Mel and Jessie, despite their reputation; they were very outgoing and pleasurable to be with. Neither girl cared much for what other people thought or said; in fact they reveled in the notoriety. When they invited Amy over to watch movies and have a couple drinks Amy was a little curious as to what they did in private. She wondered if they were as forward as some people had suggested.

“So Amy, I’m pretty bored with this movie, let’s do something and let Mel finish watching,” said Jessie, breaking the silence. She could tell from Amy’s squirming and impassive reaction to the movie that she hadn’t got into it. Mel however had her head lying in Jessie’s lap and was intently watching on. Mel whispered something to Jessie as she crawled out of the cushy couch and headed to the dimly lit kitchenette. Amy followed close behind.
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Rack Em Up

The bar was smoke filled and crowded for a Tuesday night. I walked up to the bar and ordered my regular, a scotch on the rocks. I winked at the bartender and laid my money down. “Hard day?” she asked. I nodded and sipped my drink. This place was my away, my out. When I was this tense and frustrated, I always stopped by to drown my worries. I quickly drank my scotch and tapped the bar to motion that I was ready for the next one.

The sound of pool clacked in the back room. I swirled around to look and saw that only two tables were being used. Maybe later, after a few more drinks, I’d step up to shoot a game myself. As I turned back to the bar, she caught my attention. She was leaning against the jukebox, pumping quarters in. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back and barely touched the top of her Levi’s. I’d never seen her here before, or maybe I’d just never noticed, I wasn’t sure. Come to my window cranked out of the jukebox as she returned to the back of the bar at a table in the corner.

I continued to watch her as I rolled my scotch around in the glass, enjoying the clinking of the ice cubes. My day had been torture and I vowed to forget all about it tonight with a few drinks and perhaps a game of pool. The bartender noticed that my drink was low and walked over to place another one in front of me. She touched my shoulder lightly and cleared her throat. I turned around and found the drink placed there on the dark mahogany bar. I finished the one I was drinking and grabbed the new one. “Hey babe,” I said to the bartender, “The blonde, in the back….she new here?”

“Oh, she’s been here a few times, but isn’t very regular.” she answered. I spun around again to find the blonde. She was still sitting in the corner, singing with the jukebox, slightly swaying with the rhythm. I noticed that she was drinking whisky and was soon to be finished. What the hell, I thought to myself. You’ve had a bad day, maybe she has, too. I ordered two drinks….a scotch and a whisky before I hopped down from my stool to venture into the back of the bar. I sauntered over to her table, when she looked up at me with the most gorgeous blue eyes.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I saw that you needed another drink.” I said softly as I extended it towards her. She just smiled brightly at me and shoved the empty chair towards me with her foot. I sat down and offered my glass to toast her. Our glasses clinked and we each took a sip before she spoke. “I was hoping you’d come over…..I’d love to shoot a game of pool and had nobody to play with.” I smiled, finished my drink, and stood up. “Well honey, I’m here now, let’s play!” She blushed and stood, too.

I felt a surge of joy shoot through me and welcomed it after the day I’d had. I grabbed our sticks and she deposited the coins that released the balls. We both looked at each other as neither one of us knew who was going to rack. I opened my mouth as she grinned at me with that sexy mouth and told me, “rack ’em up, baby!” I did as I was instructed and felt a warmth take over my body. Not sure if it was the many scotches or her, I decided to just go with it and play along.

Crack! The balls went everywhere, sending them in every direction. A solid dropped into the side pocket and the game was on. I walked to her side where she stood holding her stick tightly while rubbing the blue chalk over the tip. I eyed the table, decided on my shot and bent to take it. My stick slowly slid back and forth between my thumb and finger. I licked my bottom lip as this made me think of playing with her nipples the way I played with the stick. I took my shot and missed.

She giggled and walked to the corner at the other end of the table. She bent over the table, taking a shot that seemed impossible to make. She stretched over the corner, her breasts almost touching the felt. I lost myself in her….looking down her open top at her creamy breasts. Her white bra barely containing them, they seemed to spill out. I imagined touching them, kissing them, sucking her soft pink nipples until they hardened in my mouth. I bit my lip and gasped at the thought. She made her shot and moved to my side of the table. As she passed me, between the table and myself, I caught her scent. She smelled like night blooming jasmine. She was intoxicating.
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Office Taboo

Only one office had lights still on at this hour. The rest of the company had long since gone home on a Friday, but for the young employee the hours drove by with agonizing frustration. Alexa at the age of 18, just graduated from high school and found her first job. She had only been with the company for three months over the summer and would soon start night school to begin her college education along with a full time job. She desperately strives to impress her new boss, Sylvia, but tonight she was struggling with several cost formulas on the computer. It was quarter-end and the deadline to complete the department’s final numbers was tonight.

Alexa had not only been finding herself with a new career but had also been fantasizing with bisexuality. She dated several guys in high school and even engaged in sex, although through her experience, she concluded guys her age were quick, rough, and apathetic towards her sexual needs. She often fantasized how the soft touch of another woman could fulfill her sexual desires. And lately she thought of her new boss, Sylvia.

The executive at 33 years of age was young by company standards. Sylvia was a determined woman, often working long hours and was dedicated to a healthy lifestyle through exercise. With constant exercise Sylvia toned her slender athletic body, fighting family genetics all the way. Strong work ethics and a drive for a healthy body, Sylvia had little time to devote to outside relationships. Office rumors flew that she was a lesbian. However, it could be argued that a lesbian relationship takes more work than a straight relationship; Sylvia acted oblivious of the hearsay and continued her dedicated routine.

It was also the rumors that initially sparked Alexa’s curiosity towards another woman. Alexa naturally was drawn to her boss’s sincere willingness to mentor her and she looked up to her boss’s career success. Alexa’s mind often roamed to Sylvia’s slender body, petite breasts and warm smile and pictured their first lesbian experience at the office. She imagined both of them working late at night and suddenly embracing into a passionate kiss and then being seduced by the older woman. Tonight would have been perfect, except that Alexa didn’t really know if her boss was a lesbian and the fact that a deadline loomed and the stress to complete the spreadsheets stifled her fantasy. “Ugh,” she cried.

“What’s the matter, dear?” Sylvia asked.

“These formulas just aren’t coming out right.”

The two were alone in Sylvia’s office. Alexa was busy working on the computer and Sylvia poured over numbers from piles of paper. Sylvia looked up at Alexa sitting in front of her behind the desk. Her eyes were glued to the monitor and the opportunity presented itself to scan the body of the young graduate. Alexa only 18 years of age showed the fine qualities of youth. Her body was well tanned, her skin was firm and soft, and her long dark hair flowed over her shoulders. Sylvia stared at her breasts which were slightly larger than her own. Alexa usually wore a push-up bra which only emphasized her shapely breasts. Her young employee was immediately a hit with the guys at the office and she often took note of the whispers, nods and winks from the male clientele as Alexa walked by or out of the room. It was amazing how much guys lusted after her. She also was tantalized by Alexa’s beautiful, curvy body.

Syliva stood up and walked around the desk behind Alexa to take a look at the computer screen. She leaned forward and immediately, a strong passionate desire over came her. She looked down towards Alexa’s cleavage and stared at the soft exposed mounds. The pleasant smell of Alexa’s hair rushed through her body and her body responded in a tingling sensation. Sylvia’s hands began to shake in sexual excitement but she had to contain herself. She placed her hands on Alexa’s shoulders.

Sylvia’s hands shocked Alexa. They were warm and comforting but unexpected and it was Alexa’s turn to feel an unanticipated sensual stimulation. She felt her boss’s hands on her shoulders then felt warm breaths through her hair. She desperately wanted to feel Sylvia’s breath on her neck but dared not move.

“OK, the top numbers seem to be working,” Sylvia pointed out.

“But….,” Alexa tried to interrupt.

“It’s the bottom half the needs some work. You need to try and relax. Take a break and come back to them,” Sylvia instructed.

“OK”

“Close your eyes and relax for a second,” said Sylvia.

Alexa’s body shifted in her chair and Sylvia noticed how much control she seemed to have over her employee. Sylvia again stared down at her employee’s youthful breasts and unconsciously raised her fingers against Alexa’s neck and lightly stroked it with her fingernails, one on each side.

“Relax,” Sylvia whispered.

Alexa felt a flood of emotion and her mind raced with a mixture of thoughts. She was so sexually charged but didn’t know how to react to her boss’s tones. She was confused on how to read Sylvia’s touches. Were they innocent? What was going on? Alexa felt a tingle run from the soft strokes of Sylvia’s fingers from her neck, down her breasts, through her nipples and straight to her pussy. Her lesbian fantasies quickly came to her mind. The fantasies she’s had about her boss as she masturbated alone in her apartment late at night. She tried to relax and fought the temptation to reach under her skirt and touch herself. Alexa concentrated on just relaxing, but the sexual sensations were growing stronger. She wanted to take Sylvia’s hands from her shoulders and place them on her breasts, she wanted to turn around and passionately kiss her boss, she wanted to take off her clothes, she wanted her boss to touch her all over, but instead she tried not to show her heightened sexual state.

Sylvia took a deep breath as she realized her fingers were caressing Alexa’s neck. Syliva knew she had to stop this. She had to keep things professional and besides, Alexa never showed any signs of desiring another woman. It was then that Sylvia noticed Alexa’s nipples harden through her blouse and then her chest began to slowly heave up and down. Sylvia listened as Alexa’s breathing quickened and was noticeably shortened. Her inner self was contemplating what was happening. She wasn’t sure if she was manipulating her young employee.
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Four University Girls

During my second year at university I shared a house with three other girls; Virginia, known by all as Ginny, a slim tall girl, brunette and very outward going; there was Anne, she was the sensible one of the group, very homely, she was quite short but well proportioned and with jet black hair; Lucy was the shy one, but she was the one all the boys fancied, at just under 6 feet tall, with long blonde hair and ample breasts she could easily have been a model; and then there was me of course Jennifer, or Jenny, I have dark hair, I`m fairly slim with 36C breasts. We all got on easily with one another, and it was quite the norm for us to wander around the house semi-naked, we borrowed, when they fitted, each others clothes.

It was a Friday night and we had chosen to have a night in, we got a few bottles of wine, a Chinese takeaway and settled down to watch a film on TV. After the film finished we were all getting quite tipsy. Anne said she was going to bed before she got to drunk, typical Anne. Lucy had another glass of wine before she said she was going to call it a day and she headed slightly unsteadily upstairs to her bedroom.

Ginny and I opened another bottle of wine and tried to find something worth watching on TV. As we flicked through the channels we came across a soft core porn film, we kept it on and ended up giggling at the poor acting. It was pretty tame, no graphic details, just plenty of tits, bottoms, a few pussy`s and even fewer limp cocks.

As we watched, I did find myself becoming slightly aroused, especially when a lesbian scene came on, we had stopped giggling at the film and we both watched intently as two women made love to one another. As they got into a `sixty-nine` I must have let out a slight sigh, Ginny turned to me and asked quite matter of fact if the sight of two women turned me on.

“No.” I told her, lying.

As I spoke to her I noticed that her nipples were hard, quite clear through the material of her T-shirt, she was obviously finding the film quite intriguing as well. We continued watching and as the credits rolled she turned and asked me straight out if I found the film a turn on. I couldn`t lie, she would see right through me, and besides is it wrong to find porn a turn on. I then asked her the same question.

“MMmm just a bit, do you know what turned me on the most though, the lesbian scenes.” She replied.

I agreed commenting that a woman must know how to turn another woman on. I casually glanced over to Ginny, her nipples clearly erect through her T-shirt, and she seemed to be fidgeting slightly. Without any thought, certainly not on my part, we edged together slightly, she looked at me and we slowly brought our lips together, our first kiss was more of a light peck, we stared into each other’s eyes as the kiss became more passionate, my first kiss with another woman. I remember her soft lips, our tongues now exploring each other’s mouths; just thinking about it now makes me shiver with excitement.

As the kiss continued I slowly moved my hands to caress her breasts through her T-shirt, feeling her erect nipples. Ginny, not to be outdone, slid her hands under my T-shirt and gently rubbed my breasts through my bra, and then she lifted my bra over my breasts, giving her unimpeded access to my nipples, her hands started to play with my hard nipples, gently pulling and pinching them. I managed to push my hands up her T-shirt, and played with her breasts through her bra.
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Substitute Seduction

From the moment Gina strutted into the classroom, I knew she would be trouble. I also knew I had to have her.

As it happened, the day I met Gina was my very first day as a substitute teacher. I was to be teaching at St. Vincent’s, which was an all-girls Catholic school. I had been warned that the girls there were famous for being incorrigible teases, who made it their job to create as much sexual tension as possible for any male substitute who was unfortunate enough to be assigned to them. The school had made an effort to correct the situation by hiring only female substitute teachers, but what they didn’t know was that I was bisexual. Not only that, but I have a serious schoolgirl fetish; I love the way they manage to exude such raw sexuality through supposedly demure and proper outfits.

I believe that whoever designed the look of their uniforms was most certainly male. I love the way their crisp, white blouses cling to the curves of their young, perky breasts, and how the bolder temptresses constantly hike up their skirts to reveal more and more of their sexy, smooth legs. And those thigh-highs! I love the contrast between the top of the stocking and the emerging thigh, which provides an enticing clue to what lies just above.

On this particular day, I was dressed in my most “no nonsense” uniform- a perfectly pressed white blouse, black pencil skirt which ended just above my knees, and a pair of low-heeled shoes. My long, wavy brown hair was pulled back into a polished updo, and I wore only the slightest bit of makeup; jet-black eyeliner to make my gray eyes stand out, a touch of blush to give my cheeks slight colour, and pale pink lipstick. I decided against wearing any perfume, and had instead rubbed a feminine rose-scented lotion into my skin after my shower that morning.

As I breezed into the classroom with my black briefcase tucked under my arm, I thought I was ready for anything. I was determined to be entirely professional, as I didn’t want to risk losing my newly-acquired job, especially on my very first day! I knew this would take a great deal of self control, however, because I was assigned to a classroom of girls who were in their last year, i.e. 18 and completely legal. I had to resist temptation.

“Good morning girls, my name is Miss Kay,” I announced, surveying the classroom. I immediately noticed that there was an empty seat. Just as I was about to ask who was missing, an attractive young girl flounced into the room, sat down heavily in her seat, and gave me in haughty look, arms folded across her chest, as if daring me to reprimand her. I rose to the challenge.

“And your name is…?” I asked.

“Gina.”

“Gina, please go to the office and get a late slip.”

“But I’m not late!” she protested, rising from her desk and placing her hands firmly on her hips. There were muffled whispers around the room as the rest of the girls undoubtedly wondered how I was going to handle the unruly student.

“All right then” I countered, “Instead of going to the office and getting a late slip, you can stay for detention with me after school for being late AND giving me attitude.”

The room was silent as the girls eagerly waited for a response. I had put on a fearless face, but I was quaking inside. Not only was this girl unwavering in her effort to challenge my authority, she was absolutely stunning.
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How I Became a Submission Lesbian

My introduction to lesbianism came a few years ago, the summer after my freshman year of college. I am 5’2, 34a, thin, short brown hair and green eyes. My mom’s best friend, Catherine, is very tall, almost 6, long blonde hair she almost always wears up, blue eyes, 36d and a gym hard body.

Catherine is in her early 40s and unmarried. She owns her own real estate company and lives three houses away. I had to go for a job interview for a summer job and had no way to get home. My mom asked Catherine if she’d pick me up from downtown and after the interview, jumped in her car.

Catherine said she wanted to hear about the interview but got a phone call and talked on her cell phone all the way home. She pulled into her driveway and as I headed away, she said “Amy, why don’t you come inside and tell me about how the interview went?”

I followed her inside and she poured us both some wine. Catherine attentively listened and gave me several glasses of wine. Then she said “I’d better stop drinking here or I won’t be able to control myself with you.” What she said hit me like a brick in the gut but I managed to ask “Um, are you gay?” Catherine laughed “Honey, have you EVER seen me with a man? How about you, have you ever been with a woman?”

I told her I’d never even thought about it. She walked right up to me put her hands on both my shoulders and said “Maybe it’s time you did think about it” and leaned forward to kiss me.

It was a wonderful, soft kiss but firm at the same time. I instinctively kissed her back. Soon, she was pushing her tongue into my mouth and both our tongues were dancing. Catherine shocked me though when she reached under my skirt and started reaching under underwear to touch my pussy. The few boys I’d dated were never that bold.

After a minute, she stopped the kiss and pulled back her face from mine and our eyes locked. She kept rubbing up and down my slit and over my clit and I felt powerless to say a word. Catherine finally spoke up. “You’re getting wet. I would like you to come in my bedroom with me”
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