I was finally away from home and in my first year at university in the city. Home wasn’t so bad. I did miss my parents and my dog, Ruff. But I never, ever, felt like anyone understood me. I was different. In a world where women could do absolutely anything they wanted if they fought for it hard enough, my small town was stuck in the fifties. We had the lowest divorce rate in the country, even if it did mean that women stayed with husbands who beat them and had no money to call their own. Girls really did stay virgins until they were married and everyone went to church on Sunday. It didn’t matter which church you went to as long as you weren’t caught home in bed like the sinners.
I was different in every way possible. I refused to resign myself to the idea of getting married and having babies until my womb couldn’t produce anymore. And I don’t know where the idea of sexual freedom came from but I hated that all the guys in my high school could screw around to their heart’s content but I had to save it for some guy I likely wouldn’t even love if my parents had anything to do with it. So I did what the guys did. I saved my money, I bought a car, and on the weekends I went to other towns within driving distance and fucked my brains out.
But now I was at university and I could fuck anyone I wanted and no one looked twice. I was in awe at the selection but I had a special fondness for ethnic men. Black, Latino, Asian, or Native – they were so unlike the guys I’d grown up with that I was drawn to them in a way I couldn’t explain.
When it came time to choose a fraternity there was only one choice in my mind. As with most university campuses, there were many sororities to choose from. Some were for smart girls, others for the beautiful, and some for the rich. But the only sorority I was interested in was truly elite. Although most of the female students on this campus tried to become part of this sorority, they had no idea what it was all about or why they wanted to be a part of it. They only knew that this sorority was very selective. Some years, only one or two new girls would be asked to join. Other years there were more. I wasn’t quite sure why I wanted into this sorority so badly but I had this feeling that there was a good reason it was so choosy about its pledges and I knew that I’d fit in. I’d managed to pass all but the final test. Tonight, I’d have to pass it.
At about 8 pm, I was in my dorm room when I saw an envelope slip under the door. I rushed to grab it, hoping it was from my soon-to-be sorority sisters. And it was.
“Congratulations. Not many make it this far. But you still have one more test to pass. It’s about putting others first and addressing the needs of your new family. A limo will pick you up in front of your dorm room, at midnight. Be ready.”
I’d never been in a limo so that in itself was pretty exciting, but I had no idea what the test could actually be. Putting others first? That didn’t tell me much. Whatever it was it must be hard because I knew that as few people that made it this far, even fewer made it past this final test.
As I stood under the hot shower, getting ready for my big night, I fantasized about this guy I’d seen on campus yesterday. It was you. You saw the lust in my eyes as they traveled over your body. You knew that when your eyes met mine and gazed over the length of my curves, I got excited. And you knew, as you slid past me in the crowd and let your hands slide over the denim stretched over my ass, that I became instantly wet with desire. You knew not because anyone told you, but because you could read a certain kind of woman, quickly and instinctively, like a cheap drugstore novel. I had no idea that the fantasy I was creating about you as I let my fingers slide between the warm wet folds of my pussy was just a hint of the reality of tonight.
At 11:55 pm, I was waiting outside my dorm room when the limo pulled up. The limo driver got out and opened the door for me. Before I got in, I heard him say, “Miss?”
I turned to him and he said, “This has been requested … until we reach our destination.”
He was holding a black leather blindfold. I was curious about where we were going, but I let him tie the blindfold behind my head anyway. I loved the smell of leather and I inhaled deeply as he guided me into the back of the car.
As we drove away, I sensed that there was someone else in the back of the limo with me. I could smell him as he moved closer towards me. I knew it was a man because he had that distinct, manly, just-out-of-the-shower scent. His hands touched my face and I jumped.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “I won’t hurt you. This ride is for you. Enjoy it because soon you will be expected to take care of other’s needs and put your own aside. So, for now, let me take care of yours.”
Although I wouldn’t know for some time, it was you in the back of that limo. You kissed me full on the mouth, your tongue darting in and out, teasing me. As you distracted me with your kisses, you removed my clothing and soon I was stretched out along the back seat. Your tongue and fingers played lightly over my nipples, encouraging them into hard points. Already, I wanted to beg you to fuck me as you pulled on my nipples with your teeth – but I held back. When your hand slid between my legs though, barely touching my outer lips, I couldn’t help moaning. I spread my legs in invitation and your long fingers disappeared inside me as your thumb grazed my clit. My hips rose to meet your fingers as they played with my desire. Then your tongue added to my pleasure. You flicked your hot pink tip over my swollen clit with slow deliberation. I raised my hips to meet your mouth but you pulled away when I got too close.
“Please, would you please fuck me now?”
“No.” You gave me no explanation.
“Please. I want you inside me!”
But you ignored me. Instead you flicked your tongue faster over my clit, adding pressure until I came hard and fast.
The car rolled to a stop and you got out, shutting the door behind you so I could get dressed. As I was adjusting my clothing, the door opened again. I was expecting to hear your voice, but it was the limousine driver who spoke.
“Miss, come with me.”
He took my arm and led me up a set of stairs. As we passed through the doorway, he let go of my arm and said, “Wait here.”
His voice echoed.
I heard foot steps. The light smell of perfume tickled my nostrils as the soft feminine voice of a sorority sister whispered in my ear, “Did you enjoy your ride?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because now, you will learn to please others.”
If I was expected to be orally pleasing others, I wasn’t worried. No man had ever complained about my oral skills yet.
She led me through a series of hallways and staircases until I was completely disoriented. Finally, we stepped into a room where the warm air enveloped me.
“Girls,” she said, snapping her fingers. Instantly, several pairs of hands were upon me. Within seconds, my clothes were gone. Finally, my blindfold was removed as well.
