by Lexi Archer
Once both were out of sight Julie grinned up at me.
“Okay, so what’s going on?”
I glanced around but there were too many fraternity brothers and sorority sisters walking around to make it completely safe to talk. Julie would keep secrets, but it would hardly be a secret if I was shouting it to her in the middle of a crowd over the music blaring through the house.
“I can’t tell you now, but I do need a favor,” I said.
Julie grinned and I knew that my plan was going to come together quite nicely.
4: Seducing the Sorority Pledge
Absolute silence reigned in the massive room that did double duty as auditorium for fraternity business and dance floor during parties. Tonight was being used as a dance floor, but the DJ equipment was silent and everyone was lined up on either side holding electric candles.
Supposedly this ceremony used real candles back in the day, but legend had it the fire marshal threw a conniption fit and threatened to shut the whole organization down back in the 1980s. So now we used electric candles. The meager light, still flickering because the candles were powered by batteries put in back in the '80s shortly after the fire marshal threw his fit, illuminated the faces of brothers and sisters from the fraternity and sorority. The small electric candles also cast their light on a group of sorority pledges huddled together in the center of the room.
It was hard to make anything out in the poor lighting, though I caught the occasional glimpse of those wonderful short shorts that left so very little to the imagination. None of our pledges were in the room. After some consideration I decided if they couldn't be bothered to finish their pledge duties in a timely manner then they wouldn't get any of the perks of being in the fraternity. Most were either cleaning up or preparing for the second half of the night. The ceremony always took place right at midnight which meant there was a lot of partying left in the evening after we finished.
I stood beside Julie on a raised platform that served both as a stage and the home of most of our AV equipment. Julie held a sheaf of paper in one hand and, in a concession to having to read off the list of names, a flashlight in her other hand.
All in all the ambience was pretty damned spooky. Of course if we turned up the lights the spookiness would be gone in an instant, replaced by a sad view of walls that had taken their fair share of abuse over decades of partying.
Best to have the lights down and enjoy the mystery.
Julie held up her paper and launched into the speech that I'd heard three times before, but I never got tired of it. I had to admit that a lot of this pomp and circumstance that we got up to was one of my favorite things about life in the fraternity.
"We the sisters of our sorority, in a gesture of thanks and goodwill for the long-standing partnership between our organizations, do hereby willingly and gladly make a sacrifice of these, our pledges, which we hope will please the members of your fraternity who have been chosen to enjoy their company this evening. If you are one of the lucky chosen to receive a sacrifice then that pledge sacrifice is to be yours and is to follow your every command for the duration of the evening and into tomorrow morning. As is established by tradition between our organizations in the most ancient year of 1975."
Julie moved on to the next part of the invocation that had been added back in the '90s, a provision that I wholeheartedly agreed with given some of the stories from back then.
"Brothers of the fraternity are reminded that the Council on Inter-Greek relations will not tolerate any behavior stemming from this tradition that resembles coercion or hazing."
Julie paused and looked up from her paper, going off script for a moment. "That means keep it in your pants if you strike out boys."
That got a laugh from everybody assembled around the edge of the room, although the pledges in the center looked nervous. I figured the pledge mind game was the same for sororities, though I couldn't tell for sure for obvious reasons.
I also knew they had nothing to worry about. While the whole dynamic of this evening could lead to some very interesting places if you were on top of your game and you ended up paired with a girl who was interested in you (and I couldn't prove this but the frequency with which that seemed to happen made me think that the sisters who compiled this list deliberately paired girls with guys they were interested in) nothing would happen if they weren't interested in something happening.
I grinned to myself. The whole process was supposed to be secret and the business of the sorority alone, but I knew that it wasn’t above a little manipulation.
Julie started reading through the list. I didn't pay much attention. It went in alphabetical order and I didn't know anyone in this pledge class aside from Kirsten. She was the only name I cared about on that list. So while I waited I distracted myself with thoughts of Kirsten and the little "incident" in my room last week and how it might’ve gone if he hadn’t walked in on us and ruined the moment I was sure I was having with his faithful girlfriend.
As girls were selected the brother who paired with them for the evening held up his candle signaling her to go over and join him. There was some confusion at the outset as Super K held out his candle at the same time as one of the other guys. Whoever was standing next to Super K elbowed him and he put his candle back down as the girl who'd been selected looked between the two raised candles in confusion.
After that it was just Julie droning through the list. Not that I minded listening to Julie, but a list gets pretty boring. Especially if you know what’s coming at the end of that list and can’t wait for her to get through it already.
I was so zoned out thinking of how Kirsten looked in that lingerie, the look in Steve’s face when he walked in and thought we were doing something, that I almost didn't hear when Kirsten's name was called.
"Kirsten Walters," Julie said.
Some part of my brain must've been paying attention, however, as I glanced up into the once large huddle that was now only a few girls as they drew near the end of the alphabet. I could just make out Kirsten standing in the darkness.
Heck, it would be hard to miss that incredible body even if we were in pitch darkness. And that thought naturally led to thoughts of what it would feel like to be alone in pitch darkness with Kirsten. That lucky, idiotic bastard Steve and his insanely hot girlfriend.
"You're paired with Blake Thompson," Julie said.
I smiled.
I glanced over to Julie and saw her looking up at me with a wicked grin on her face. Oh yes. The process wasn’t above a little gaming from time to time if you had the right influence. This was going to be an interesting evening indeed.
Kirsten ran from the center of the room to me. For a moment I thought that she might jump into my arms, but she stopped at the last moment and stood with a stupid grin on her face, her hands held behind her back while she kicked her leg back and forth. Suddenly she looked unsure of herself.
I can't say I could blame her. I was suddenly feeling very unsure of myself even though I’d manipulated one of our most sacred ceremonies to have her standing there in front of me. Damn this girl was hot!
Julie must have finished the list while I was standing there staring like a slack-jawed idiot at this hottie, because a moment later the fake candles winked out around the room and the lighting from our DJ equipment came up filling the room with various colors as the bass boomed and music started. The sound was overpowering. I desperately wanted to talk to Kirsten, but there was no way that was happening here next to the speakers.
I grabbed her by the arm, my fingers on fire where they made contact with her beautiful tanned skin, and pulled her to the other side of the room.
"Big surprise, huh?" I yelled. As loud as the music was playing a yell was as good as a whisper even on the other side of the room.
"You could say that!" She said, staring up at me with a playful grin on her face that said she was enjoying every moment of this.
I fully anticipated having to do most of the pursuing this evenin
g. Sure I’d seen the way she looked at me, sure I’d seen the signs when she was around me, but that didn’t mean she’d go from casual interest to hopping into bed with me without a little bit of seduction.
I grinned down at her. “Look, I know you probably think I’m a huge asshole, but I’m just looking out for the pledges.”
“Are you really?” she asked.
“I’m really a nice guy if you give me a chance,” I said. I traced my fingers lightly up and down her arm never losing contact but not pressing so hard that the motion would catch the attention of her conscious mind. As I stroked I saw her breathing pick up and she glanced down towards my cock so quickly that I might’ve missed it if I wasn’t staring at her face so intently. I had to be careful with this. Subtle.
“I don’t know…”
“How about we dance? We’re supposed to be having fun tonight after all,” I said.
That subtle contact with her arms must’ve done the trick. It always did. Kirsten wrapped those magical delicate fingers, God how wonderful those would feel wrapped around my cock, around my arm and allowed me to pull her onto the dance floor.
I closed my eyes and breathed in the scent of her as she turned and pressed her body against mine. My cock sprang to life as that amazing ass rubbed against it. Instincts took over and I wrapped my hands around her, running them up and down her flat toned stomach enjoying the feel of her body.
God she felt just as good as I'd always imagined.
One moment she was grinding her ass against me and then she stopped as though she was realizing exactly what she was doing. That it wasn’t her boyfriend she was pressing her ass against. I let her have that moment of hesitation and then I moved my hand down to her hips and pressed my cock against her ass again.
Kirsten still seemed to hesitate but I didn’t let up. I leaned down as I continued moving against her and brushed my lips lightly against her neck. It was too loud to hear if she made any noise, but she did arch her neck to the side giving me better access. I moved down her shoulder pressing my lips against her red hot skin delirious with the delicious sensation of feeling her perfect body against mine. Knowing that I might only be the second guy to get to explore this territory.
Apparently I was doing something right. Kirsten turned and stared up at me and there was no hesitation in those eyes as they locked with mine. She threw a leg up which I was more than happy to grab and hold in place while she ground her pussy against my cock. Her arms wrapped around my head and there was nothing playful in the seductive look she gave me. We were practically dry humping on the dance floor. I didn't know what the hell I did in the past life to deserve this wonderful moment with my annoying roommate's insanely hot girlfriend, but I wasn't going to question it either.
I lost myself in the dancing. I know that sounds cheesy, but that's the only way I can describe it. The feel of her body against mine, the way she was practically using me as a stripper pole. Of course, the only pole there was for her to rub against was my cock, and she seemed more than happy to do just that. She even reached down and gave it a squeeze, which caused me to groan and nearly blow my load in my pants.
She pulled my head down and whispered in my ear, "I shouldn’t say this, but I've been dreaming about this since the day I saw you out of that towel."
I pulled back and looked down at her, my eyebrows raised in surprise. She'd been dreaming about this? I'd had my fair share of girls, to be fair, but it was still a surprise to have a creature this hot, a woman this taken for that matter, being so brazen.
She leaned back and locked eyes with me. "And besides. I figure I'm off at college. I should be expanding my horizons. Having an adventure here and there."
I liked where this was going. If she wanted to have an adventure then I'd be more than happy to oblige her. My cock was pulsing just thinking about the adventures we could get up to. I'd adventure her all night long and then some.
"What about Steve?" I asked.
"What about him?"
Yeah. What about him? My instructions earlier that night were very clear. He was to stay on post until the last person stumbled out of the fraternity that night. There wasn't a chance he'd be back in our room until at least four a.m. and it was only a little after midnight now.
Plenty of time for a little adventure.
"Do you maybe want to talk about some of those new experiences back in the room?" I asked.
Kirsten blushed and looked down, but the entire time she kept grinding against me. She looked up at me and I could see conflict on her face. I could see desire warring with fidelity, and it was obvious that desire was winning.
I waited. This was a move she was going to make. I wasn’t going to pull her off the dance floor. No, my conquest would be complete when she wanted this so much that she was the one who made the move.
Finally she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the stairs. I grinned as I stared at her ass looking so tight and delicious as she practically dragged me towards my room.
5: Taking Kirsten
The halls were thick with music and people walking around with cups of beer and occasionally something a little harder. Pledges darted in and out of the crowd delivering beer and doing a decent job for a change. Sorority pledges dotted the crowd here and there, but I figured most of them had already retired to the rooms of whatever brother was lucky enough to get paired with them.
My cock was rock hard at the thought that I'd be joining their ranks shortly. Soon enough we were back at my room. Kirsten looked up at me with a smile and bit her lip. Damn! I nearly dropped my keys as I fumbled with the doorknob.
Only the door wasn't locked. Weird. I was very particular about checking that my door locked correctly after losing a laptop my sophomore year. The reason for the lock's sudden failure became painfully apparent when I opened the door.
"Steve! What the hell are you doing in her?" I yelled.
Steve scrambled up from his spot on the cot where he'd been leaning back and doing something on that damned laptop which he immediately set on a dresser next to his cot. Whatever, he was always playing his stupid games or something. It was obvious what was going on here. The little prick figured I'd be out all night and so he skipped out on his duties and came back to the room for a little slacking off.
The asshole!
"Shit! Blake!" Steve said. "And Kirsten? What are you doing here baby?"
Kirsten stuck her head around the door and sheepishly stepped into the room. Damn it! Not only was this little asshole shirking his duties, but now he was ruining any chance I had of getting a little alone time with his woman!
Well I suppose I couldn't get too mad about the second part, but I was still pretty pissed about the first.
"Don't you worry about what she's doing here. What you should be worried about is what you're doing here!" I shouted.
"I just figured..."
"You figured I wouldn't be back here and you could screw off and get away with it," I said. "Pulling shit like this is why you're still a pledge, pledge!"
"Hey! Don't yell at me!"
A wicked idea started forming in my mind. I glanced at Kirsten who'd moved to sit on my bed. My bed, not Steve's cot. She looked to Steve and then back to me with a wicked little smile on her face. Maybe I could salvage the evening with her and still make a point with this asshole.
"Oh I'm not going to yell at you pledge. It's time to punish you. Something that will get through to you once and for all."
In fact, that sounded like a pretty good idea. I could have a little fun and work in a punishment that might finally get through to him.
"This cannot be tolerated. I think it's time for you to get a little punishment, pledge."
To my surprise Steve shrugged and smiled. "Fine, do whatever you have to do. It's not like it's going to be any more effective than any of the other masterful punishments you've doled out."
What? Did he really say what I think he just said? Then I saw him looking over at Kirsten and it all clicked in
to place. The way he was breathing heavily, glancing between the two of us. It was obvious he was afraid of what I might do, but he was even more afraid of looking like a wimp in front of his girlfriend. Well, it was time to see what I could do about that.
"I think we'll start the punishment right now" I said.
"Whatever man," Steve started. "Just do what you were…"
I sat at one end of my bed, pointed a finger towards Kirsten, and crooked my finger motioning for her to scoot closer.
Kirsten looked between me and Steve and smiled. Apparently running into her boyfriend here wasn't enough to hold her back from some of that "college new experience" she mentioned on the dance floor. She scooted.
That definitely got Steve's attention.
"Kirsten," he said. "What are you doing?"
"Did I give you permission to speak, pledge?" I asked.
"No sir," he replied.
Well that was something, at least. He hadn't entirely forgotten where he was.
I crooked my finger at Kirsten again. "You. Over here. Now."
Kirsten obeyed and moved beside me. Her head was bowed, at first I thought it was because she was trying to act meek, but then I followed her gaze and realized she was actually staring at my cock which was tented out in my shorts. It stood at full attention as I looked at her in that skimpy sorority pledge uniform. And judging by the way her chest and face flushed and her breathing was speeding up she was just as excited as I was.
Good. This evening was getting more and more interesting.
I pointed to Steve and then pointed to his cot on the other side of the room. "Pledge. Sit there. And don't get up until I give you permission."
Steve shuffled and sat, his arms between his legs and his head hung down. He still had a look of defiance on his face though. I can't say that I liked the open defiance, but it was better than the shifty crap he'd pulled since starting at the frat last semester.