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Foreword,
I have to admit I’m surprised at the reception part one got, and as my first submission I’m so thankful for the positive comments it received. Please free to comment, discuss the stories, provide feedback. Tell me you favorite parts, I want to hear what you think.
This particular tale begins a bit slow, but I stand by the tension it builds. If you’re impatient though there’s more action in the second half. Let me know if you like it!
With Love,
Delta
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Emma opened her eyes.
She had remembered being cold, chilled to her core. It must have been a bad dream, it was warm here in her bed now. Except, this wasn’t her bed she realized. Sunlight poured through a window, but it was on the wrong side. Her wall of pictures was strangely blank. The sheets were too soft, and she was naked. Most jarringly, she wasn’t alone in this strange bed. Beside her, only half covered in blankets was another girl. Emma propped herself up on her elbows, getting a better view of her newfound bedfellow.
The sunlight shone brightly, illuminating the bare skin of the girl, pale and smooth. One breast was exposed where the sheets had shifted during the night, round and perfect. Reluctantly, Emma tore her gaze from that little piece of perfection, running her eyes upwards, passing over the girl’s collarbone, her adorably pointed chin, her delicate, slightly upturned nose, to the bright, green eyes. Emma startled for a second to realize the other girl was awake, and her heart began to pound as she realized it was Maggie, her Big Sister.
“Good morning Emmy,” Maggie muttered, still half asleep, “How did you sleep?”
Emma couldn’t find her words to respond. Last night was a complete blur, but seeing Maggie’s naked body brought back some glimpses of her memory. She remembered being in the dark, blindfolded probably, and candle light. She remembered seeing Maggie there, and the taste of honey. She frantically looked around the room. By the closet door a green dress was hung up, no not a dress, it was a robe, some of the girls last night had been wearing them. A similar robe, of pure white laid on the ground by the doorway, it looked stained by something bright and green. The nightstand on the opposite side of the bed held two candles; one black, one white, almost completely used up and cold now. Next to them, casually laid on the wooden table, was a tangle of black leather straps, and a long purple object. A strapon dildo Emma realized, her heart was racing now.
“Is everything okay Emmy?” Maggie asked while sitting up, suddenly concerned.
“Did we…” Emma began, but couldn’t find the words. Some part of her felt a deep longing for the young woman next to her, but uncertainty gripped her now. The gaps in her memory became filled with fear. What happened last night? Why was she in bed, naked, with the girl she looked up to so much? Why the Hell was there a strapon on the nightstand?
“Did we what sweetheart? Maggie asked, leaning in and wrapping her arms around Emma’s shoulders. The hug was warm, genuine, and Emma loved the feeling.
“What happened last night Maggie?” Emma whispered.
“Last night? Well last night was Initiation Night silly.” Maggie answered maybe too brightly. “You’re officially my Sister now.” Emma remembered that much at least, but it didn’t really answer her more pressing questions.
“You and I… did we?” Emma responded, hoping Maggie would fill in the gaps.
“Oh honey, you don’t remember do you? I know Rose said memory loss was common…” Maggie trailed off. “It will come back though, soon” she added hopefully. Something snapped in Emma’s mind and the vagueness of Maggie’s response made her angry suddenly.
“Maggie, what did you do to me last night? Was I drugged? Did you…” the words caught in her throat and suddenly tears came to her eyes. “Did you… take advantage of me?”
Maggie let go of her hug, leaning back to look her Little in the eyes. Sadness seems to permeate those big green eyes now, like a gray cloud over a peaceful sea. Anger took over again and Emma jumped to her feet. She wasn’t going to fall for some teary eyes, no matter how she longed for them.
“I’m going to the Rec.” Emma stated, getting to her feet. She scoured the floor for her clothes, before remembering she had been wearing that white robe last night.
“Emmy, please come lay back down.” Maggie implored, still starkly naked in bed. “I can explain, it just… it just takes some time.”
Emma wasn’t having it, she needed to get away and think about all of this. She left the robe crumpled on the ground, she didn’t even want to guess what those sickly green stains were. She walked over to the hamper by the door and found an oversized Sorority tee that no doubt Maggie had recently worn, and slipped it over her head. It was long enough on her smaller frame to cover up all of her business and get her to her room. She turned back to Maggie, still sitting on her bed, Escort Bayan Gaziantep now partially covering up with the blanket. Her eyes still wide, and sad. Emma turned her back and walked out the door, quietly shutting it behind her.
Her bare feet felt the cold hardwood floors of the hallway. The house was still quiet, she wasn’t sure what time of the morning it was, but the house usually showed some sign of life by the time the sun came out. She realized it must have been Sunday now, so no one was going to be rushing off to morning classes, maybe she wouldn’t have to face anyone else. She quickly shuffled down the hall to the stairwell.
As she approached the stairs, she heard voices behind one of the bedroom doors. No, not voices, moans. She had been in the house long enough that she knew where most of the girls in the house slept, this particular room belonged to Sophie, a Senior that Emma had never really found the opportunity to get to know. The door wasn’t quite shut, and light peaked through the crack in the doorway. Curiosity took over Emma’s mind and she furtively peaked into the bedroom.
Sure enough, there stood Sophie, leaning over the side of her bed. Bent over in front of her was another, smaller girl. Sophie was wearing the familiar leather straps of a strap on, and she saw the black rubber dildo appearing and disappearing into the waiting body in front of her. Emma knew she should look away but just couldn’t. She knew Sophie was the Big to one of her pledge sisters named Brandi. She assumed it was Brandi being bent over and railed. The rhythmic motion of the tall blonde girl was mesmerizing, and Emma savored the pleasured moans that snuck out the doorway.
Her own hand crept down between her legs, inching towards the growing heat there. Her fingertips brushed her womanhood and sent shivers through her whole body. She had never felt this sensitive before. Eagerly, her fingers began to push into her, soon enveloped in the wet, warmth of her body. She plunged deeper and the shudders it sent through her body made her knees weak. She slumped against the wall, still fingering herself as her body slid to the hard floor. Sophie must have been picking up her speed because Brandi’s moans became faster, more breathless, and Emma felt her excitement grow with them. She picked up the speed herself, her fingers rubbing against her clit hard, her eyes rolled back and a moan escaped her own lips.
“Is someone there?” A voice from the room called out. Emma’s blood ran cold, how could she be so careless to be heard. She stood up as quickly as she could, making her way to the staircase, rounding the corner just in time to hear the door being thrown open. “Aww, are we shy? Fine, you know where to find us!”
What was going on in this house? Emma thought to herself. The Sisters had always been close, but the open sexuality was something new. Maggie seemed like she had an explanation, but Emma didn’t have the heart to go back right now, not after walking out like she did. No, she needed to get out of this house and clear her head. She ascended the stairs quietly, and made her way to her room, the fourth one on the right.
She listened at the door, hoping she wouldn’t hear her roommate. Several moments passed and she heard nothing, she slowly opened the door and peaked inside. Her room was dark, and mercifully empty. There was no sign of Lauren, her roommate. Emma’s bed was unmade, and by her bedside were a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. The ones she had been made to take off last night she remembered. Quickly picking them up she tossed them into the laundry basket. She stripped off Maggie’s oversized shirt, then opening up her dresser she changed into a sports bra and a pair of shorts. She picked up Maggie’s tee again, thinking that washing it for her was the least she could do, but she stopped. She held it to her nose, inhaling deeply. It smelled like Maggie, and that made Emma smile. She put it back on, tied her running shoes on and made her way out the front door of the sorority house.
The sun was high in the sky, peaking through a crack in the gray clouds above. It was cold despite the sunshine, but Emma welcomed the chill. Something about that cold feeling helped push the events of this morning out of her head. She passed by her old hand-me-down car parked on the street, but the University Recreation Center was just three blocks from the house and Emma didn’t mind the walk. She tried to go to the Rec at least twice a week, working out just made her feel good. It wasn’t that she needed to lose weight, in fact, Emma had always been a pretty thin girl, and at barely 5’3″ she had once been called “fun sized” by one of her ex-boyfriends. Honestly, her lack of shapeliness always made her feel insecure, especially after seeing Maggie this morning. She remembered every curve of her Big Sister’s body, longing to touch it… kiss it.
Emma stopped in her tracks. Was she just fantasizing about Maggie? What was wrong with her? She had never felt like this about a girl. She really needed to get on a treadmill, blast her music and clear her head.
She must have really been wrapped up in her thoughts because she had already reached the Rec parking lot, and she rushed in through the front door, headed her ID card to the girl at the front desk. She scanned it, handed it back to Emma, and smiled. As Emma took her ID and headed in through the door, she couldn’t help but think the girl was checking her out. She shook the thought out of her head and went to her usual treadmill and started at a nice brisk walk.
This spot was perfect, it was out of the way, away from the meathead atmosphere of the weightlifting section. It looked right into the two newly refurbished yoga/dance studios, and most importantly had a TV she could watch while she ran. Today though, that TV had a little yellow note: “Out of Order”, it read. She sighed, it looked like a class was about to start in one of the dance studios. At least she could watch that through the floor to ceiling windows that looked into the studio. About a dozen people had gathered in the studio, all of them younger women, except for one man she had seen around the Rec before. They all seemed to be in great shape, tight muscled legs, toned stomachs. Skin tight leggings and sports bras seemed to be the uniform for the ladies of the class, and they wore them well. Unbeknownst to them, they were wearing Emma’s gaze as well. She passed her stare over each one of them in turn, the brunette with the green bra and the long slender legs, the raven haired beauty wearing white tits to toes, and the tall blonde leading the class, bent over stretching, her tight ass facing the window like she was putting on a show just for Emma. She ogled the instructor’s body, imagining what she would look like without her pink sports bra.
The instructor finished her stretch, standing straight up and turning to face Emma, who realized to her revulsion that she had been lusting over Kate. The only girl in the house who seemed devoted to tormenting her. The women of Delta Kappa Sigma had been kind to her during the pledging process. They were encouraging, and helpful towards her as a freshman student, but not Kate. Kate took every chance to talk about her behind her back, call her names, yell in her face. She even convinced a group of Emma’s own pledge sisters to vote to kick her out of the house once, it would have passed too if Maggie hadn’t spoken on her behalf. Maggie always looked out for her. Kate was her nemesis, the bane of her pledge semester, and she was absolutely wearing the Hell out of those leggings.
Emma turned off her treadmill, already walking through the Rec before she even thought of where she was going. She ended up in a dead end hallway, she stepped through a door into an empty room. At least half the floor was covered in padded mats, and the walls surrounding her were padded as well. She knew this was where the Wrestling Club met in the evenings to practice, but it was usually not populated through the rest of the day. It was a great place to stretch and do ab workouts, and Emma came here sometimes just to get away. That’s exactly what she needed right now.
She sat in the corner of the room, turned up her headphones, kicked off her socks and running shoes and just started to stretch. Emma was there for all of five minutes before someone else came in, just her luck. It was a guy, a freshman just like her by the looks of it. He looked shy, almost like he was aware he was intruding on her thoughts. He was probably used to the room being empty as well she guessed. She just tried not to make eye contact, but he felt his eyes on her. There wasn’t much to see, Maggie’s oversized shirt covered her up and left everything to the imagination, but when she looked up he was still staring. His eyes darted away once he realized he had been caught, but he was much too slow. Emma felt flushed, boys staring at her had never really been a problem before. Especially since coming to college, she was always surrounded by the ladies of Delta Kap, who seemed to turn heads right away from slim little Emma.
She relished in the attention she was getting now. Her stretching became slow, sensuous movements. She mad sure to catch his eye then play coy and look away. Emma was surely tormenting the boy, but she could hardly stand it herself. There was a hunger gnawing at her ever since she was almost caught playing with herself this morning. She sat back, spreading her legs, when almost against her will, her hand crept down her body. Looking up, she locked eyes with the boy across the room, biting her lower lip teasing, she leaned back and let one hand slide down her waistband. The boy just sat and stared, as if transfixed by a spell, he watched as innocent little Emma began to finger herself right there on the mat.
It was hot between her legs, a little furnace fire that she had been stoking all day. She plunged her fingers deep, loving the silky smoothness of herself. She thought back through her day, to Maggie’s gorgeous body waiting for her back at the House. About Sophie fucking her pledge sister, bent over the bed. She even thought about that bitch Kate, probably glistening with sweat right now in that class. She felt herself bucking her hips into her fingers, riding them, desperately wanting to pleasure herself. Her orgasm shot through her body and she nearly collapsed onto her back.
“Are you okay… ma’am?” A voice from across the room called.
Emma smiled to herself, sitting up, pulling herself up onto her bare feet. She had entirely forgotten about her audience, but he had sat so quietly, so enraptured in her little show that Emma just had to reward him somehow. She walked across the mat, before kneeling beside the boy. Looking down, Emma could see that he obviously enjoyed her exhibitionism, and bulge in his basketball shorts wasn’t helping him hide it. Without a word she slipped her fingers into either side of his waistband and yanked his shorts and boxers down to his knees.
He said something, acting shy but Emma wasn’t listening. Wrapping her fingers around his member, she slowly stroked him for a few seconds making sure he was rock hard. She was kneeling just off to his side, and he sat with his back against the wall, her own back to the door so no one could see exactly what she was about to do. Licking her lips, she lowered herself down until she could run her tongue down his cock. It wasn’t a particularly impressive dick, she guessed just over four inches, but it would suit her for now. She opened her mouth, swallowing as much of his cock as she could and closed her lips around him. He groaned a little, so Emma began to suck him off. Teasingly slowly at first, enjoying the taste of him. He must have just gotten to the Rec because she could still smell his body wash as her nose brushed into his unshaved pubic hair.
She was glad the room was so unused, as she probably didn’t look all that dignified down on her knees, head bobbing up and down between this boy’s legs. She picked up her rhythm, letting her tongue wander up and down his shaft. He groaned again, shifting around under her.
“I think… ungh… I think I’m going to come.” He muttered
He wasn’t lying, suddenly her mouth was coated in hot, thick cum. This wasn’t her first blowjob, in fact it was one of the few things she was adventurous enough to try before college, but this time it was different. It tasted different. Normally her oral skills were rewarded with thick, gluey slime that made her almost gag. This time it was tasty, fulfilling, she savored every drop as it squirted out into her mouth. She sucked one last time, pursing her cheeks inward to squeeze every last drop out of him. He was softening already and she let his cock pop out of her lips.
“Thanks babe.” She whispered in her most sultry voice she could manage, without looking at him. She rocked back onto her knees and stood up.
She was still processing what had just happened as she strutted across the room and scooped up her running shoes and stuffing her cell phone and her earphones back into gym back and quickly walked out of the room.
“Can I have your number?” the boy called out from behind, but Emma just picked up her pace, too embarrassed to face him suddenly.
Emma got as far as she could from that room, not stopping until she was on the other side of the Rec, she found a bench and sat down. She realized that she was still barefoot and slipped back into her socks and running shoes. Emma was still trying to figure out what made her do that, of course she wanted to do it, but she had never had confidence to do something like that, not in public especially. That didn’t seem to matter though, she loved that feeling. It put her in control, she felt so powerful and sexy and desirable. She wanted more. Looking around with hungry eyes Emma realized she was in the weight room now, and as luck would have it, another potential playmate was walking right towards her. Perfect.
He was tall, dark skinned, athletic, definitely a year or two older than her and the boy in the padded room. Emma had never been a girl with a ‘type’ but right here in that moment he was exactly what she wanted.
“Hey there sexy.” He said in a flirty, deep voice. Emma smiled back, the most sincere, innocent smile she could managed, and walked away. She walked towards the locker rooms, glancing over her shoulder as she went. The tall boy was still watching her, but hadn’t moved to follow, so she teasingly motioned for him with one finger. Finally taking the hint he began to follow her. Knowing she had his attention she began walking again, opening up the door to the men’s locker room, hoping it was empty. To her relief it was, and no one was around to see her hold the door open for her new friend.
He followed her into the locker room and she took a hold of his hand. Emma led him past the bathroom stalls, past the urinals and the sinks to a bench that sat nestled behind a row of lockers, totally out of sight from the rest of the room.
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