LEXI AND SASHA — SORORITY DAZE

LEXI AND SASHA — SORORITY DAZE

The following is a recollection from my college years. Individual names and the name of the sorority have been changed for reasons of privacy.

“Sasha? Sasha?” Slowly the sound of my name drew me out of my daydream. I looked up at the middle-aged Mrs. Dullwater in annoyance. She returned my look over the top of her reading glasses with a lofty stare of superiority. In a lecturing tone, she observed, “Sasha, as a senior at this college, AND the president of your sorority, you really should take a more active role in these proceedings. Now, do you have any questions for the pledges at this point?”

I shrugged and shook my head, bored out of my mind. In my senior college year, Mrs. Dullwater was a new and unwelcome aspect to the previously-enjoyable prospect of interviewing the yearly crop of fresh and oh-so-eager-to-please sorority pledges. Last year rumors and complaints had begun to surface of a few isolated hazing practices the pledges had to endure. The university had reacted swiftly, and now we were graced with the likes of Mrs. Dullwater as a representative of the “Sorority Oversight Committee”, or SOC for short. Amongst ourselves it was quickly rebranded the SUCK Committee, but that bitter little bit of humor did nothing to reduce its annoyance factor. Every step of the pledging process was now conducted per an elaborate set of rules and was carefully monitored. And predictably, all the fun had been wrung out of the event. I glanced to my left at my sorority sister, Lexi. The blonde girl made no effort to stifle a huge yawn, and then went back to sketching bored doodles in the margins of her pledge evaluation form.

Underneath the table, Baxter — the Great Dane sorority dog — snored in his sleep. I kicked off one of my shoes and rubbed my toes along his furry flanks. He stirred briefly, responding with a lazy stretch that caused his back legs to quiver. But Baxter could recognize terminal boredom as well as the rest of us. With a sleepy groan he flopped over onto his side and gave a heavy sigh before resuming his nap. As Mrs. Dullwater droned on, her voice faded into the background. I thought back to several years ago when I had been an eager young pledge girl at this very sorority. I recalled with a dreamy smile that times sure were different back then…

I was so excited I could barely control the jitters in my tummy. Pegga-Delta-Pi was THE most exclusive sorority on campus. And here I was, one of the few remaining pledge girls left in the running after a long day of tests and interviews. We had to recite the sorority motto (backwards and forwards), know the sorority history by heart, and memorize a seemingly endless list of rules and trivia. And of course there was the usual hazing and teasing, but mercifully that had been minimal and relatively harmless so far.

As afternoon gave way to evening, the large group of applicants had been steadily whittled away, and now it was down to just a few remaining pledges. We were finally allowed a much needed break and sat down to a dinner in the grand old dining hall of the sorority house. We had been split into smaller groups of hopeful applicants throughout the day, so this was going to be my first opportunity to meet some of the other remaining pledges and sorority members. I was seated next to a cute little blonde — one of the other pledge girls. I introduced myself as Sasha, and she replied that her name was Lexi. About halfway through the meal she whispered to me that she was going to take a trip to the ladies room. That struck me as a good idea, so we subtly excused ourselves from the large gathering at the table. Giggling and a bit tipsy from too much wine, we made our way down a long hallway and found the bathroom.

Finishing up, I stepped out of the bathroom stall and saw Lexi primping her long blonde hair in the mirror. I knew the sorority selection process was based in part on appearance, and Lexi was serious competition for me. She was trim and athletic, with beautiful golden locks, cute-as-a-button features, and a mischievous grin that she could summon on demand. I looked her over, jealously admiring the firm curve of her rump that strained the limits of her impossibly tight little skirt. I was fit and shapely myself, but damn — that blonde just had one of those perfectly tight little asses that even a fellow girl couldn’t help but longingly admire. I let my gaze linger, mentally chastising myself for wearing jeans instead of a short skirt like Lexi. I hoped the decision of the selection board wouldn’t come down to that seemingly trivial wardrobe decision. Then I looked up at the mirror, seeing Lexi looking back at me in the reflection. She gave me a friendly smile but I knew I had been caught checking out her ass for far too long. I blushed red with embarrassment, but she was kind enough to pretend it hadn’t happened.

I stepped up to the sink next to hers, touching up my lipstick and giving my silky black hair a quick tussle with my fingers. I adjusted my ample cleavage in my low-cut blouse, noting that I certainly had her beat in that department. But I knew that we were both a couple of “lookers”. I couldn’t help but wonder how we stacked up against the other pledges, since neither Lexi nor I had met any of the remaining girls from the other groups.

“It’s coming down to the wire, Sasha. Gonna hate to see you go,” Lexi remarked in a teasing tone. Even though I knew she was my competition, I couldn’t help but like her. She had an instant charm about her that just won me over. I hoped that if I didn’t get a coveted spot in the sorority, then at least it would be her.

Suddenly the bathroom door opened and a girl peered inside. “I’m Stephanie,” she announced. “If you ladies are done fussing, I’ll take you to the next phase of your initiation.” I didn’t recognize her as one of the sorority girls, but I hadn’t yet met everyone and her sorority sweater provided adequate proof of authority and identification. Abandoning any hopes of getting back to dinner, I gave myself one last glance in the mirror and then followed Lexi out of the bathroom. We both obediently trailed the sorority girl further down the hallway, our shoes clicking on the tile floor as we hurried to keep up. Without a word Stephanie led us on a winding route, eventually down a dimly lit stairway into the basement and then through a storeroom filled with the sorority household supplies. The noise from the crowd of girls in the dining room had long since faded away, and I began to get an apprehensive feeling, realizing how isolated we were down here.

At the far end of the storeroom was a plain looking door. Stephanie held it open and motioned for us to go in. The room was dark, and Lexi fumbled for a moment to find a light switch on the wall. I found myself holding my breath with nervous anticipation, not knowing what awaited us in the gloom. But then with a ‘click’, Lexi located the lights, revealing just another smaller storeroom, unoccupied and filled with old furniture, mattresses, and cardboard boxes. I exhaled a sigh of relief as Lexi and I entered. Stephanie followed us in, closing the door behind her. I looked anxiously at Lexi. So far the sorority hazing had been relatively tame and harmless, but we had all heard rumors. I wondered what was in store for us next.

Stephanie looked us over as we anxiously stood in silence. She slowly circled around behind us and then back around, inspecting us as I tried to resist the urge to fidget. Finally she broke the prolonged quiet. “As Pegga-Delta-Pi girls,” she began, “we have bond with our fellow sisters that goes far beyond a normal sorority. There is a depth to our commitment that cannot come from swearing an oath, or signing a piece of paper. It is a trust that must be earned, and a trust that must be tested to prove its worth.” Lexi and I nodded, not really sure what we were agreeing to. Stephanie’s stern expression lightened into a smile. “Congratulations to you both on making it to the final circle of selection. You should be truly proud.”

Lexi gasped, and I felt my heart flutter at the encouraging compliment.

“But…” Stephanie continued, “you are now at your final series of tests. If you perform well, then we will accept you into our sacred order. But if fail these challenges then you will be asked to leave. And you are free to leave at any time if you choose not to continue. This is all entirely voluntary. Also, the two of you are now a team. If one fails, then you both fail. Do you understand?”

Lexi and I glanced at each other and then turned back to Stephanie and nodded. We were both nervous, but excited to have made it this far. I knew we were both determined to do whatever it took to pass the final tests.

“Excellent,” Stephanie remarked. “Then we can begin. As I said, there is an emotional bond between the sisters of the Pegga-Delta-Pi order that must be forged and then tested. We will start with just a simple test of your commitment, which you two may demonstrate by sharing a passionate kiss.”

I felt my heart skip a beat. Had I heard her correctly? The blonde girl and I were supposed to kiss? I had never had any sort of intimate contact with another female. Nervously I turned to look at Lexi, who also seemed hesitant and unsure of what to do.

Stephanie had little patience for our delay. “Well, I’m sorry you feel uncomfortable,” she announced. “I wish you both the best of luck at some other sorority…”

“No! Wait… wait!” Lexi replied in a panic. “We’re good with this, right Sasha?” Her eyes were wide and her voice had a nervous tone to it, but she licked her lips and took a tentative step towards me. She reached up and gently brushed her fingertips across my lips,

I felt a shudder of nervous energy go through me. But I tried to fake a display of calm. It didn’t seem that awful of a test, I tried to rationalize. I mean, where was the harm in a simple kiss? Shyly I looked at Lexi, noting once again that she was in fact a very attractive girl. I closed the distance between us and traced my fingers along her cheek. I brought my hand to the back of her head and slowly pulled her towards me. Our lips met and we engaged in a wet kiss. I had to admit, it wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as I expected.

Neither Lexi nor I dared to break off contact too quickly, wanting to prove ourselves to Stephanie. The sorority girl stepped in for a closer look. “I’m not impressed, ladies,” she announced in a bored voice of disapproval. “Let’s get those tongues involved, nice and deep.”

Lexi paused, and then parted her lips. I felt the tip of her tongue flutter out, nuzzling my lips. I opened my mouth and responded in kind. The tips of our tongues teased each other, and then Lexi slipped her oral digit deep into my mouth, wriggling and exploring. After a moment she withdrew, and I followed her inviting retreat, working my talented tongue deep into her mouth. I could feel her breathing change, taking on a deeper, more urgent pace. In response, I felt my nipples begin to swell and harden, the erect nubs raising visible protrusions in my blouse as I pressed myself against her heaving chest.

Finally Lexi withdrew, panting and doe-eyed with surprise and arousal.

“I’ve…ah… I’ve never…” she stammered in a husky, lust-filled voice.

I gulped and nodded in agreement, my eyes wide as a blush of embarrassment began to creep its way up my face. Nervously I gulped, breaking off eye contact and looking down at the floor to avoid falling under the spell of gazing further into her beautiful eyes.

“Very nice, ladies,” Stephanie announced, causing us to jump in surprise. “Now for the next test, you’ll need to remove each other’s clothes.”

Again we hesitated, looking at each other in shock. Lexi offered up a strangled choke of dismay. Maybe Stephanie was joking? This certainly wasn’t like any sorority initiation I had been expecting. Stephanie snapped her fingers, indicating that any further delay would be frowned upon. My heart racing, I knew I had to make a fast decision. Was I in, or was I out? We were so close. I couldn’t back out now. Lexi seemed to share my feelings. With a bashful glance in my direction, she reached up with trembling fingers began to unbutton her top.

Stephanie shook her head in response. “No. I want you each to undress the other. Sisters in Pegga-Deltas-Pi have no secrets from each other, and we must all feel completely comfortable no matter what the conditions. So come on ladies, it’s just us girls here, so let’s get those clothes peeled off.”

Chastised, Lexi quickly dropped her hands from the buttons of her blouse and looked at me with shy expectation. I felt the blush of embarrassment rise further up my face, but with nervous fingers I reached out and began to undo the buttons of her top. I finally managed to work my way through all the buttons and then peeled the silky garment off the blonde girl. I gave a glance at Stephanie, hoping that she would give me a nod of approval that this had gone far enough. But she simply looked at us patiently. I gulped and reached up again, my fingers finding the front clasp on Lexi’s bra, trying to undo the stubborn hook.

In the process my fingers accidentally found their way into the blonde girl’s cleavage, and I heard her sigh in response. She closed her eyes, swaying slightly back and forth. I was ashamed to admit it, but my fingers spent a bit more time in Lexi’s cleavage than was truly necessary. Under the poorly disguised pretense of wrestling with the tiny fastener, I slipped my fingers into the cups of her bra, relishing the feel of her incredibly supple breasts. Lexi’s breathing was deep and urgent, and she didn’t make a single complaint as my fingers explored much further than what was needed. Finally, after much fumbling, the little hooks unlatched, and I was able to peel Lexi’s bra away. Her firm petite titties bounced free, and I couldn’t help but stare at their perky, upturned form, so soft and inviting. Her nipples were swollen into erect little nubs, betraying the girl’s obvious state of arousal. I nervously licked my lips, trying to deny the steamy hint of moisture that began to gather in my loins.

Lexi did me next. I was wearing a pull-over top, so I raised my arms as Lexi worked to tug my tucked-in blouse hem out of my tight jeans. My heart was beating double-time as she drew the garment upwards. Her hands seemed to linger as her fingers gently stroked the sides of my large rounded breasts. I stifled a gasp of surprise, unsure if this was an accidental brushing or a purposeful caress. Then she tugged upward on my blouse and it slipped over my head and free of my body. I shook out the tangles of my silky black hair, casting a shy look in the blonde girl’s direction as I brushed a few stray hairs from my face. Our eyes met for a moment, holding a lingering gaze. Lexi dropped the garment and it fell like a puddle of white silk next to hers on the floor.

Lexi stared at my chest, presumably studying on how to open my bra. “It hooks in the back,” I offered with a quiet whisper. The girl twitched in response, as if jolted out of a dream. She stepped in close and reached around me with her arms, working blindly behind my back at the clasp as she buried her face in my ample cleavage. It would have been easier had I simply turned around, but as Lexi’s hot breath washed across my tits, I didn’t want to argue with her approach. I glanced nervously at Stephanie, hoping to meet with her approval. She watched us with appraising eyes and offered no comment so I figured we were probably doing okay. At last my bra clasp gave way. Lexi took a step back as she peeled the straps off my shoulders. My naked tits were revealed, jiggling and quivering as they tumbled free of the large bra cups. My nipples stood firm and erect on my heaving chest, clearly betraying my growing state of arousal.

“Oh… my…” Lexi shuddered, wide-eyed and impulsively raising her hand towards my exposed breasts. She took an involuntary half-step in my direction. But then she gulped and restrained herself. I felt an anxious shiver of forbidden lust race up my spine, knowing full well that I would have not raised a protest had the blonde girl’s fingers found their way onto my naked tits.

Casting her eyes downward in embarrassment, Lexi took a step back. I glanced at Stephanie for instructions. “Keep going,” the sorority girl directed. I want to see you two little cunts completely naked.” Lexi looked up in shock at the offensive term, and I thought she was going to cry. I felt a rush of protective anger surge through me. How dare Stephanie use such term in reference to such a cute and innocent girl! But then I swallowed my feelings, knowing that the sorority girl was just trying to push our proverbial buttons as part of the test.

I stepped towards Lexi, my hands shaking with nervousness as they found their way to her hips. Despite the tight fit of her skirt, not an ounce of body fat rolled over the hem. I slowly traced my fingers up and down her firm flanks, admiring her form. She gazed into my eyes as my fingers slid down to her waistline, then worked their way around to the back of her skirt, finding the garment’s zipper. In the silence of the dusty storeroom, the sound of the zipper being slowly drawn down was all-encompassing. Dropping to my knees in front of her, I tugged her tight skirt downward as she helpfully wriggled her hips back and forth to assist in the process. Freed from the rounded swell of her hips, the skirt slid easily down her tanned and well-formed legs. Her skin had a golden tone from lots of time in the sun, but I noticed not a hint of tan lines, despite the impossibly small panties the girl was wearing. Lexi shifted her weight from foot to foot as I tugged the garment away, leaving her standing in nothing but high heels and her tight little panties.

I slipped the high-heeled shoes off her dainty feet as she steadied herself on my shoulders. My face was between her upper thighs and I could smell the wafting scent of her growing sexual excitement. My mouth watered in an involuntary response, and I gulped in surprise at the strange urges that were washing over me. I could feel the sensation of butterflies in my tummy, and down lower my loins began to simmer more urgently with a humid desire.

With her shoes removed, I turned my attention to her last article of clothing — her tight little thong panties. Still on my knees, I looked up at Lexi, but she had her eyes closed, swaying slowly back and forth as if in a trance. I brought my hands to her hips, finding the narrow strip of elastic that comprised the hem of her panties. A small patch of dark blue cloth served as the crotch. Unable to resist, I gazed lustfully at enticing swell of her panty-covered vaginal mound. The soft material was pulled up tight into the cleft of her pussy, forming a perfectly obvious camel toe. As I savored the sight, a dark glistening stain of wetness soaked slowly through the cottony patch of material, gradually growing in size. I inhaled deeply. The unmistakable alluring pheromones of Lexi’s pussy going into heat hung heavily in the air.

MY pulse pounding, I slowly I peeled the panties down off her hips. The panty crotch rolled downward, exposing her naked pussy. Glistening spider webs of dewy pussy juice pulled taunt between her cunt lips and the panties, each one breaking off in turn with the growing tension. The crotch of her panties was sopping wet, and her naked, hairless pussy shimmered with syrupy lubrication. Her eyes still closed, Lexi tightly clenched her butt cheeks as I pulled the thong of the panties out of the crack of her ass. She sighed, unable to resist the urge to sensuously roll her hips as she savored the slow burning friction. Inches from my face, her pussy lips slowly unfurled, revealing her velvety pink folds. My mouth watered as I forced my eyes away from the inviting sight, dragging her panties down off her legs. She stepped from foot to foot as I removed her panties, causing her pussy to gape momentarily as she shifted her weight.

On shaking legs I finally stood up. I noticed after a moment that I was still possessively clutching Lexi’s gooey wet panties in my hand, nervously rolling the moist, slippery material through my fingers. “You want to save that sticky mess for later?” Stephanie inquired with a grin. Mortified, I reluctantly dropped the soggy panties to the floor, feeling the slippery vaginal fluids lingering on my fingers.

I looked up as Lexi approached me. Taking her hands in mine, I guided her to the waistband of my tight jeans. She brought her face to mine and once again our lips met, nuzzling in a sensual embrace as I felt the button on my pants easily come undone at her touch. Once again the noise of a zipper was the only sound in the room as Lexi opened up my jeans. Her wet tongue slipped into my waiting mouth as her fingers found their way down into the top of my pants. “Naughty girl, you’re not even wearing panties,” Lexi observed breathlessly as the tips of her fingers played with the delicate wisps of my pubic hair. She rolled my erect little clit between her fingers and I shuddered in response, offering no resistance to her intimate touch. She explored lower, slipping just the tip of a single finger into my fleshy pink slit. She found a humid, sweltering mess, oozing into the crotch of my jeans. Hearing no hint of protest from me, Lexi dared to press her finger deeper inside me as she broke off our kiss. I clung to her tightly as her lips nuzzled their way to my ear. I turned my head to the side, giggling playfully as her wet tongue slipped inside.

Lexi’s teeth gently nipped at my ear lobe in a teasing manner before her tongue resumed drilling its way into my ear. My breathing coming in desperate little gasps, I widened my stance half a step and slowly rolled my hips in response. Lexi was quick to pick up on my unspoken invitation to bury her index finger significantly deeper into my tight, eager twat. I shivered as my fingers roamed in random patterns across her naked back.

Breaking the rules that Lexi was supposed to undress me, I brought my hands to my waist and squirmed as I worked my tightly-clinging jeans down off my hips and thighs. As I wriggled through the effort, Lexi wormed her talented index finger ever deeper into the clutching tunnel of my pussy. And all the while she never missed a beat as she continued to alternately nibble on my earlobe and tickle the tip of her warm, wet tongue deliciously into my ear. “Deeper?” she teased in a whisper. I nodded eagerly, thinking that sounded like an outstanding idea.

Lost in a steamy fog of lesbian lust, I was only barely aware of Stephanie as the sorority girl moved in behind me. Her hands found their way to my hips and then explored lower, caressing and squeezing the naked cheeks of my rump. I shivered with delight, sandwiched between the two beautiful girls. As Lexi continued to wriggle her finger in my slit and nibble at my ear, Stephanie’s roaming digits eased their way into the crack of my ass. I pressed myself back against her instinctively. I tried to spread my legs into a wider stance, but the jeans bunched up around my knees limited my movement. I choked down a squeal of surprise as the sorority girl’s fingers slipped deep into the cleft of my butt cheeks, working their way ever lower. I trembled at her touch, feeling her explore ever closer to my private little rear portal. Did she know how close her finger tip was to my butthole? How would she react if she accidentally touched my anus? My heart pounded with forbidden expectation.

Lexi withdrew her finger from my pussy with a wet slurp, causing me to mewl in protest. She brought the glistening wet finger to her lips as I watched, and sensuously sucked off my juices, closing her eyes as she savored the taste. Then our eyes locked and I licked my lips, unconsciously mimicking her actions. She brushed her finger across my lips, giving me just a taste of my sweet little cunt. Then she returned her hand — dripping wet with our mixed saliva — to my eager pussy. She teased me, gently rubbing my clit and slowly rolling the fleshy, glistening lips of my pussy between her fingertips. I groaned in frustration, needing her back inside me. “Please…” I begged, closing my hand down over hers and pulling her tight against my vaginal folds. She grinned at my shameful display and then rewarded me by forcing two of her fingertips into my incredibly tight little slit. A lustful grunt formed in my throat as I felt myself delightfully stretched.

Stephanie meanwhile, continued her relentless exploration of my ass crack, digging her way ever closer to my tightly clenched little anal dimple. The tip of her middle finger made contact with the sensitive and highly aroused wrinkled flesh around my anus and I flinched in surprise and then groaned, grinding my hips slowly in response. Encouraged by my actions, Stephanie circled inward, her finger finding and gently rubbing the center of my tightly puckered asshole. I twitched in shock at the intimate touch, but then bucked my hips in a sensual rolling motion. Stephanie leaned in, nuzzling her way though my silky black hair. Her soft lips caressed the back of my neck and her tongue darted out, tickling in a sensual licking action. Lexi resumed her efforts on my ear and I thought I was going to lose my mind.

Stephanie slowly increased her pressure with her finger, attempting to overcome the resistance of my firmly clenched little anus. “Ummm…” She purred in my ear. “You’re little asshole is SO tight. Do you think maybe it’s too tight for me to even get my finger in there?”

To my shock and embarrassment, my immediate response was to shake my head ‘no’. Blushing, I again fought to widen my stance against the restraining effect of my bunched up jeans and slowly ground my hips in a sensual motion, pressing myself back against the unyielding pressure of her finger. She giggled in my ear. “Slut,” she whispered. “If you make it into our Sorority, I might just plow that cute little shitter of yours every night.” I groaned at the thought, knowing I should protest and try to defend my honor, but the words failed me. Stephanie applied more pressure as Lexi’s two fingers continued to churn butter in my cunt. I gasped as I felt my anus stretch, and suddenly the tip of Stephanie’s finger eased gently into the clutching grip of my virgin asshole. She slowly twisted back and forth, creating a heavenly sensation in my most intimate little orifice.

“More?” Stephanie teased. I could only nod numbly in a shameless response, but she wanted my commitment. “How much?” she demanded in an urgent whisper. The motion of her finger came to a frustrating halt, awaiting my reply. My eyes clouded with tears, realizing the depths that I had sunk to. Stephanie waited, trying to make me beg her to fuck me up the ass. I couldn’t do it. I knew I couldn’t make myself beg for such an act of depravity, no matter how good — how incredibly wonderful — it felt.