The dorm room was lonely for a while after Marjie had packed her clothes and personal belongings and gone her way, but Becky soon grew accustomed to that. After all, this was only a change in her life, and since coming here to State, she had been in a constant state of flux. She missed having the free and easy Marjie around for consultation and advice, but though she had lost a friend she knew that losing friends was no more than an occupational hazard of life. And though she was minus a friend, Becky was now possessed of a lover, and she knew that the gain more than matched the loss.
She took to spending more and more time at the Sigma Alpha house, often staying overnight to make hot mad love with Audrey, and even when circumstances so leagued themselves as to prevent Becky from getting her hands or mouth on Audrey's lovely tits and pussy, she knew that the opportunity would come soon enough, all the sweeter for the tantalization of delay.
The semester dragged on, and Becky continued her pledge activities at Sig Alph. But her trial period was drawing to its close, and she awaited eagerly the initiation ceremony scheduled for mid-December, just before final exams and the semester break. It was then that she would be relieved of her pledge pin, informed that she had fulfilled all the preliminary requirements for membership, and now had the option of becoming a formal, active sister of Sigma Alpha. She knew what her answer to that question would be, for hadn't Audrey promised her that once she had made the transition from pledge to active, Becky would be qualified to move into the sorority house itself? And the pretty blonde freshman wanted absolutely nothing in the world more than she wanted that!
Becky Ryan wandered through the days approaching the ceremonial evening in a state approaching insensibility. She attended her classes, made perfunctory attempts at taking notes, paying attention, and spent her evenings either in Audrey's arms and bed, or on her own bed in the now so empty dorm room, fingers diving madly in her own cunt as she thought about the things she and her lover had done already-or, even more fascinating, the things they soon would do.
Her gown for the occasion was lovely. She and Audrey had chosen it together in the fanciest shop in town. It was lemon yellow, so long that only her toes peeped forth below its hem, and it featured an empire bodice that seemed to add fullness to her ripe young tits. Its sleeves were short, and the neckline was cut out low to provide a sprightly view of Becky's upper cleavage. She remembered with a tingle all the way from hair to toes' ends the first time she had tried it on, in the fitting room at the store, and Audrey had been so enchanted by it that she had given Becky a big wet kiss when the saleslady's back was turned.
It seemed that the night itself would never come, and, even when it did, Becky was unsure of its reality. She fidgeted through all her classes that day, oblivious to the instructors' efforts to cram in as much material as possible before finals, and, when the last bell of her afternoon had rung and she had left her last class of the day, she ran on winged heels to her dorm to begin the process of preparing for the real milestone of her young life.
The weather was cold and Becky bundled up in her warmest coat and boots before starting for the Sig Alph house. She had to take a bath there-hopefully, she thought, Audrey would scrub her back, etcetera-and get dressed, all by eight o'clock. Oh, damn, she mourned as she hurried across the campus, she'd never have time to get laid before the initiation. At least, there would be a long, long night afterwards. Time enough then.
Audrey met her in the hallway on the first floor of the chapter house, gave her a fleeting kiss on the cheek. She was already dressed for the evening in a stunning black outfit, long, slinky, with a long-sleeved top that buttoned up the front, right to the base of her neck. The fabric of the gown clung like skin to the outlines of her full fine breasts, leaving the viewer tantalizingly certain that the beautiful chapter president was braless beneath her suit.
"You'd better hurry upstairs and get ready," Audrey smiled. "Things are going to be jumping around here before very long."
Becky stood a moment, slowly unbuttoning her long coat. "I was hoping you might be able to help me dress," she smirked.
Audrey laughed and patted Becky lightly on the cheek of her ass. "I'll help you get undressed, maybe-if you're a good girl. Now get a move on!"
Becky scampered up the steps to the second floor, entered Audrey's room, opened the closet door, and took out with admiration all over her young face the lovely gown she had bought for tonight. She posed before the mirror, holding it up in front of her body, smiling at the innocence the costume lent her. Innocent, but sexy too, she decided. And all of her sexy innocence, all of her young passion, all of her hot lovemaking talent-all would belong to Audrey forever and ever, once the formalities of the evening had been concluded. Her fingers flew as she stripped off the clothes she had worn over from Bentley Hall, and she hopped into the tub, scrubbed herself demonically, and rushed to dry and dress.
When Becky came downstairs, radiant in her yellow gown, white gloves capping her dainty hands, nearly everyone bad arrived. It would be a small ceremony. Sigma Alpha's rather rigorous standards of selection had guaranteed that the sorority would have fewer members than most of the other sisterhoods on campus. There were only eleven active members, and seven pledges had been chosen from among the applicants of Rush Week. The exclusiveness of the process made each Sigma Alpha girl feel that she was someone very special.
At eight promptly everyone present filed into the parlor, which had been decorated by the active sisters for the occasion. The pledges took their assigned chairs, and the Sig Alph girl named Carolyn sat down at the piano and began to play the sorority song. Next, the actives, all looking gorgeous in fashionable formal dresses, entered and took their seats. They were followed by four neatly garbed young men. These were the presidents, vice-presidents, secretary-treasurer, and sergeant at arms of Zeta Rho, a fraternity that had certain ties to Sigma Alpha. The organizations had been founded here on campus over fifty years earlier, and the first presidents of each had been a boy and a girl who were engaged and later married. Since that time there had been a traditional close relationship between Sig Alph and Zeta Rho, and officers of each attended the installation and initiation ceremonies of the other-the only outsiders permitted at such ceremonies.
Last of all came Audrey, wearing a corsage presented to her by the pledge class. She entered the room just as Carolyn played the last piano chord of the sorority song, and took her place at a lectern.
Becky listened attentively as Audrey made her speech of introduction, describing and discussing the goals of Sigma Alpha, the lessons a young woman could learn during her membership, the hope that the sorority experience would be of permanent value in later life. The phrases she used, the examples she stressed, the objectives she cited-all were stereotypical and hackneyed, the same kind of things graduation speakers in rural high schools always say; but Becky thought them eloquent and fluent and possessed of deep and meaningful emotion as she listened to Audrey's clear, melodic voice. She thought over and over as she watched the tall, gorgeous girl who presided at the meeting that this, indeed, was the woman she loved, the one human being who could touch her most sensitive feelings, arouse her to the greatest heights. And perhaps tonight, after all this was over, and she and Audrey lay sweat-locked on the upstairs bed, perhaps tonight, of all nights, Audrey would finally tell her how much she loved Becky. That was the only thing missing in their relationship so far, the knowledge that Becky's passion had its counterpart in the breast of the other girl.
"It is a custom of Sigma Alpha," Audrey was saying, "to select each year one of our prospective members to be named Best Pledge. This is a high honor indeed, and it is voted by the active members to reward the young lady who best exemplifies the hope we all share for the future of this sisterhood. This year, I am delighted to announce, the vote of the active sisters of Sigma Alpha was unanimous. I should now like to present to you 1974's Best Pledge-Rebecca Mary Ryan. Becky, please stand up."
Her ears tingling with the blush that overspread her entire body, Becky stood up to the hearty applause of all in the room. She looked round. The visiting guys were smiling in approval as they watched her, and the actives had congratulatory expressions on their faces. Even the other pledges seemed truly happy to see Becky gain the coveted honor and their palms slapped together with vigor. She sat down, still blushing, but gratified that she had made such a good impression upon the girls with whom she would be soon and closely associated.
The ceremony went on. Audrey called the pledges to the front of the room, collected the pledge pins they had worn since their invitation to join, apprised them all that they had won the right to become sisters, and asked if each of them in her turn did indeed desire to join Sigma Alpha. There were no rejections, and, with the aid of the sorority's chaplain, Audrey administered the oath of initiation. There was another song, this time with all the girls singing the lyrics, and the meeting adjourned. Each new sister carried a white rose as the whole company made its way to the spacious dining room for a party of welcome.
What a beautiful night, Becky thought, as sister Marcy handed her a perfectly mixed whiskey sour. What a beautiful night this has been, and what a beautiful night it will be!
With finals approaching, the university library was on a schedule of twenty-four-hour access to students and faculty. Dave Shearing was grateful for that, for he had a good bit of work to get finished. He was teaching here at State with his Master's in history, but he was working on his doctoral degree at the same time. He bad finished the classwork required, leaving only the labor of writing his dissertation. Right now he was sitting at a carrel desk on the sixth floor of the library, probing through a stack of reference books on the subject of medieval contact between China and Europe and the consequent effect upon European culture. It was his dissertation subject, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to concentrate.
His carrel abutted on a large plate glass window, and he could see, glowing from the lights within, the Sigma Alpha house. That was the sorority Becky Ryan had pledged, and he still had the enigmatic girl on his mind. Tonight it looked as if they were having a party there. Lights were bright, and he had a glimpse of the picture window in the dining room, where he could see the swirling long gowns of a number of girls. Dave couldn't pick Becky out in the crowd, but he knew she must be there, and in his heart he wished he were too. He would give anything to have her for his own, even though he knew it could never be.
There! he thought he saw her, but-was it? He couldn't tell at that distance, and there was a large tree growing in the yard that cut off much of his view of the window itself. She seemed to have her blonde hair in a different style than usual, but wasn't that her? The vision of beauty in the light yellow gown? The books languished unnoticed in front of him as he strove to telescope his eyes and satisfy his curiosity. Smoking here in the stacks was forbidden, but he found himself nonetheless packing his pipe and placing it between his lips. He touched a match to the bowl, puffed until the tobacco caught a light, and told himself that if any of the library staff happened to come up to this floor, he'd just pretend to be the proverbial absent-minded professor.
Becky was very moderate in her drinking most of the time-she wasn't really even a social imbiber-but tonight, drunk already on the excitement of the occasion, she let herself go. By her third whiskey sour she was feeling very giddy in the head, and she knew it was time to call a halt to her indulgence. She had to be presentable later, when she set herself to warming the chill from Audrey's bed.
"Having a good time, Best Pledge?" asked one of the actives, linking a sisterly arm round Becky's waist.
"The most wonderful time ever," Becky smiled.
She was introduced to the boys from Zeta Rho. They were all handsome athletic guys, wearing identical blazers with their fraternity letters emblazoned on the breastpockets. Each of them took Becky's hand in his and said something nice to her, and she was fully aware of the frankness of their eyes as they peered at the demure cleavage revealed by her scooped neckline. She preened herself before their eyes, exulting secretly that her charms were no longer for such rough, hairy-bodied creatures as men, teasing them with hints of the juicy joyful body they could never touch or taste.
By eleven-thirty the party had more or less broken up. The young initiates had gone home, as had one or two of the actives who lived in on or off campus apartments. Only Becky, of the new sisters of Sigma Alpha, and the boarding members, and the guys from Zeta Rho were still in the house. As her eyes flashed to Audrey, hopeful, expectant, the pretty blonde freshman wondered if it would be politic for the two of them to go upstairs now, pondered whether the others would know, would somehow hear their ecstasies in the bedroom, the ecstasies she was now fully confident would be hers soon. And, emboldened by the whiskey she had drunk, Becky thought dreamily of the pleasure it would give her if they did know, if those guys should be fully aware that the trim young body they had been eyeing was being enjoyed by the tall and beautiful sorority president while they sat below, envious and neglected. She giggled at the thought, and Audrey came to her, placing a hand upon the shoulder of her gown.
"Well, Best Pledge?" she said, and Becky's heart leaped a mile into the air at the electricity implicit in that touch and those sweet-spoken words. "You're not tired out already, are you?"
"Oh, no," Becky giggled softly. "I'm still full of life."
"Good," Audrey replied, and her lips curled into a smile that Becky couldn't quite interpret. It was the smile of someone who knew something, something secret, something delightful, perhaps, but something definitely private.
Audrey set down the drink she had been holding, and took the only half-drained one from Becky's hands. "Why don't you come upstairs with me?" she asked. "There's one last thing I want to talk to you about tonight. One unfinished pledge matter."
Becky arose with dancing feet, not even looking at the others in the room. She didn't see the broad smiles on the faces of the sisters and the Zeta Rho boys as she and Audrey left the dining room and clattered up the stairs, frankly noisy in their high platform-heeled shoes.
They went into Audrey's quarters, Becky first. She turned round with a smile of joy as the older girl came to her, and they melted together for a hot tongue-duelling kiss, hands sliding up and down one another's bodies as they embraced.
"I love you so much, Audrey," Becky said, looking up into the eyes of the slightly taller girl, hoping that this time her declaration would be reciprocated verbally.
"You love Sigma Alpha too, don't you, Becky?" Audrey asked, once more flashing that strange smile. Becky nodded expressively. "Good," Audrey said. "Because now I have a surprise for you."
Becky's eyes gleamed as the older girl led her to the bed and sat her down. Oh, she could hardly wait to have her bare tits kissed and loved, to have her cunt filled by Audrey's skillful tongue, could hardly endure the passage of time before she could retaliate in kind upon the body of the woman she loved!
Audrey seated herself beside the excited freshman, her hand lightly cupping a breast through the gown's front.
"Becky," she began, "first of all, let me tell you that it's a great honor-almost the greatest Sigma Alpha can offer-for a girl to be chosen Best Pledge." Becky smiled in agreement. It was fantastic to know that the sisters did like her so much. "However," Audrey went on, "it carries with it a certain responsibility. The other pledges don't know about this, won't know about it until it's their turn next year in their role as actives to choose a Best Pledge from the ranks of the new girls."
Becky's eyes narrowed in thought. She wondered what Audrey was getting at. What responsibility could a Best Pledge have?
"We chose you, Becky, and it was unanimous, as I said earlier. I voted for you because I thought you were indeed the Best Pledge, and I didn't let our relationship enter into the question. Becky, in a few minutes the officers of Zeta Rho will join us here in the room and you will engage in sexual intercourse with each of them, in order of their rank. This is an ancient tradition of Sigma Alpha, and it is among the 'customs, secret and renowned alike' that you swore to defend and uphold when you took the oath of initiation."
A gasp of shock burst from the lips of pretty Becky. She instinctively crossed both hands on her breasts, dislodging the hand that Audrey had placed there. Doubt and disbelief contorted her face into a startled parody of its natural beauty.
"I-I could never-" she whispered. "How could you think that I would do-do-"
"You have to, Becky," Audrey declared flatly. "It's always been done. I did it when I was chosen Best Pledge of my class and you can do it too."
"But-dear God, Audrey-I love you! You! How could you ask me to-to make love with someone else-a boy-all those boys-I can't! I won't! Never!!"
She threw herself upon the bed, lying on her side, back turned to Audrey, and began to sob, wishing that her tears would flow.
"You have to," Audrey repeated. "Only this one time. Zeta Rho is our brother fraternity, Becky. Right now this is much more important than anything between us personally. And I promise you, afterwards we'll go on just as we did before. You can live here at the chapter house, and we can be together, and it'll be the same as always for you and me."
"But don't you understand?" Becky shrieked, sitting up with a haunted glare in her shining blue eyes. "If you make me do this, it can never be the same between us again! Audrey, I love you! I swear it before God! Don't you feel anything for me at all?"
"Of course I do," Audrey smiled, touching Becky's daintily exposed front once more. "I like you very much. In fact, you're my sister in Sigma Alpha now. But you owe this to all your other sisters."
"Please!" Becky's fingers flew to the front of Audrey's gown, unbuttoned it. Her hands thrust aside the parted flaps, her mouth fastened upon a brown-tipped boob. She sucked, licked, raised her head. "Audrey," she begged, "I'll suck your tits all night long, suck them till my mouth falls off! I'll eat your cunt until you can't stand it any more, and I'll ream your ass with my tongue until you come higher than a moon rocket. But please don't make me fuck those guys!"
"Stop it, Becky!" Audrey commanded, pulling herself from the desperate girl's grip. She arose, refastened her gown, tucking her breasts back out of sight. Her eyes fixed upon the stricken form of Becky, still lying on the bed. "Get undressed," she commanded. "I'm bringing the men up."
Alone in the room, Becky's tears began to flow at last. They dripped down her cheeks, wetted the gown she wore as her gingerly moving hands applied themselves to undoing its buttons. She threw it aside, throwing with it all her dreams of true and constant love, and then tossed her bra and panties and stockings atop its discarded meaningful crumple on the floor. Nude and trembling, she lay on the bed, her legs quivering like willows in a windstorm.
The door opened, and Audrey conducted into the room the president of Zeta Rho. His eyes had that same gleam as he surveyed Becky's nude form, and now she knew why the guys bad stared at her with such avidity throughout the evening. She understood the sly grins from the active sisters. Oh, God, she understood everything!
He stripped quickly, approached her with jutting, erect prick, and climbed upon the bed beside her. His hands touched her thighs and they spread obediently, but with no control from Becky's muscular center. He fondled her pussy, ran his fingers through the velvet hair of her mons, then poised atop her, prick aimed at her terrified opening.
Jesus! He entered her like a dagger attack. Becky's cunt had not been explored by a penis in such a long time that she was tight, tighter than a virgin at her defloration, and his penetration was agonizing. She screamed softly, bucked her tummy down, squirmed her ass into the bed's surface, trying vainly to escape the stabbing thrust of his cock. It hurt so much. Her eyes fluttered and she stared wildly round the room, gaze lighting upon the calm impassive figure of Audrey, leaning against the closed door. Becky's glance begged but her prayer went unanswered. The boy riding her jerked and shoved and pushed and fucked and his cock slid in and out of her hole until she felt that the friction in her dry passage must set her entire body aflame, and then he stiffened perceptibly and thrust against her and she felt his come squirting madly in her belly.
He softened as soon as he had blown his nuts, and his peter slithered from her, and he stepped off the bed. Dressing in silence, he made his way out of the door at last, and Audrey went out with him, returning a moment later with the second in line.
The vice president of Zeta Rho was just taking off his shorts to reveal a cock of about ordinary size, even though its bulk seemed enormous to Becky's dreading eyes. He touched the circumcised head appreciatively, and started toward her.
"Oh," Becky said suddenly.
Audrey's eyebrows lifted.
"Oh," Becky repeated, "this is so embarrassing." She looked up at the boy and asked in a voice that was near a whisper, "can you wait just a minute? I have to go to the bathroom."
Audrey shook her head. "You're only drawing it out, Becky," she warned.
"I can't help it!" Becky hissed. "I have to go!"
Audrey came over to the bed. "Go ahead," she told the girl. "Right through the door."
"I know where it is," Becky said as she climbed off the bed, the come of her first partner starting to drip down her thighs as it oozed from her disgraced cunt. It felt so slimy she wanted to die!
She closed the door behind her as she stood nude on the bathroom rug. For good measure she drew the bolt. As soon as the sound of her action began Audrey tapped lightly on the door. "You can't stay in there forever, Becky," she said. "We'll break down the door if we have to."
"Can't I have any privacy?" Becky replied, her voice cracking under the strain. She sat down upon the commode, drained her bladder, and flushed. She made her way to the sink, studied her face in the mirror, horror-struck by the sudden fear and distortion that reflected back at her. She washed her hands, twice. And then her eyes fell upon the window.
Could it be? Dared she ever hope? She pressed her nose against the glass. The tree in the front yard of the Sigma Alpha house was a tall, venerable veteran. Its trunk rose along the forepart of the building, and-dear God! If she could manage a leap from the window-a leap of no more than four or five feet-she could reach the tree, could make her way down its sturdy body to the ground-she could escape!