Prelude to Game Day:
Jen sat warily on a high-backed chair. Solid oak, uncomfortable at best. It was ten at night, Saturday. She was the only one in the small meeting room of the Alpha Pi sorority. A long table that could seat ten or more stretched out before her. Paneled walls and thick carpeted floors. Décor from a time long past. But that was Alpha Pi. An ancient among Greek organizations, unchanging in spite of ever-changing times.
The door opened; Jen turned to look. Claire Anderson was entering. She wore a white robe, just long enough to reach her knees. A hood went unused, hanging down her back. She walked past Jen to the far end of the table and sat down. Her hands slowly folded on the table in front of her.
The door opened again, and Jen chose not to turn this time. Two more girls entered, dressed the same as Claire. One passed her on either side. When they reached the far end of the long table, they took the next available chairs.
This whole thing was obviously choreographed as it repeated three more times until there were nine girls seated at the table, ten including Jen. They were all dressed in white robes. Jen was wearing the standard dress of college girls everywhere, jeans and a tee shirt with sneakers.
Game day was and had always been the apex of Alpha Pi’s initiation process. Where in the past, every first-year pledge would endure the challenges of Game Day, now, due to pressure from the University board, only one pledge was selected to represent all of the eleven pledges for the current year. That concession, however, came with enormous resistance from current Alpha Pi members as well as local women who were Alpha Pi alumni. These women were now established businesswomen, successful and major donors to both the university and the sorority. And Alpha Pi women did not like change.
Even though Jen had not been given a reason for this meeting when she was notified by typed instructions enclosed in an Alpha Pi envelope, the rumors among the pledges had circulated for weeks. Who would be the girl chosen for Game Day? Well, Jen, sitting there alone with all of the senior sisters on this Home Coming Weekend, she was fairly sure she knew.
Claire stood. “You must know why you are here.”
Jen nodded. None of the others looked at her as they continued to look down at the table.
“We once celebrated Game Day in a much different way.” She looked at Jen. “I’m sure you are aware.”
Jen remained quiet but she was all too aware of the stories of past Game Days where a dozen or more pledges were sent out of the sorority house totally nude, running in all directions as crowds of students cheered. But that was all she knew. The rest remained hidden to history.
“You should know that you were selected by a committee of both senior sisters and alumni.” She motioned and two girls stood up. They slowly walked around the others, approaching Jen.
“Stand.” One girl said. When Jen was up, they took her by each arm and led her to a small, raised platform near the center of the room. They guided her up onto it and returned to their seats.
Claire spoke again. “Remove your clothes.”
Jen stood there. Expecting, something, not knowing, she paused.
“We have other pledges.” Claire said. “This is not a debate.”
Jen slowly searched for the hem of her tee and as she pulled it over her head, she watched Claire settle back on her chair. With the tee in her hand, she seemed unsure what to do with it.
Finally, she simply let if fall to the floor. Using her toe, she kicked off one of her sneakers and then the other. Jen was a tall slender girl. She was small breasted and where she might wear a sports bra on occasions, usually, like now, she wore none at all. Her fingers trembled as she worked down the zipper of her jeans. She took a deep breath, looked at Claire, saw a bit of a smirk on her face and began working the tight jeans over her slim hips. As she freed one leg and then the other, she realized that all of the girls had turned toward her and were now watching.
For some reason she found herself straightening the jeans and then realized how ridiculous that must look and dropped them. There she stood. On a stage in just her panties.
“And now?” Claire asked.
Jen thumbed the top of those sky-blue panties and eased them over her hips. When they were at her knees, she let them drop and stepped free of them. There she was, long legs, athletic figure, neatly shaved pubic region. The first girl on the far side of the table stood. She walked around the table, behind Claire and up to Jen. She smiled at her. “A long tradition.” She whispered. Her fingers brushed the inside of Jen’s thigh and she moved on, out the door.
The next girl stood and made a similar voyage until she was in front of Jen. “A very long tradition.” Her hand eased between Jen’s legs and slowly inched its way up until a finger traced the folds of Jen’s labia. Then she was gone.
The third girl was an African American. A track star and on a full kocaeli escort scholarship. As she approached Jen, she grinned. “I wish it was like years past.” Her hand cupped Jen’s ass as she leaned forward and placed a kiss on Jen’s abdomen. Jen watched her walk to the door. When she turned to look, she winked at Jen.
Five more girls, one at a time, stopping at Jen, offering some type of encouragement. They also managed to touch Jen in very intimate ways, each one a bit more aggressive than the other. The last girl managed to slip her middle finger into Jen’s vagina and hold it there until she started to tremble.
When the last girl had left and only Jen and Claire remained, Claire stood and walked to in front of Jen. She removed and golden braded cord from a pocket and eased it around Jen’s waist. There was a small blue pouch attached to the cord and Claire tied it, so the pouch was at Jen’s left side.
Claire looked at Jen. “What do you know of Game Day?”
Jen shrugged. “Not much.”
“Good.” Claire said. She removed a piece of folded paper from a pocket. She handed it to Jen. “Open it once you are outside.” She said. “There are ten addresses on the list. Go to them in order. You should receive a token from each place. Put them into this pouch.” She touched the velvet bag. “Here.” she said. She took Jen’s hand and helped her step down from the platform. “One more thing.” Claire said. She began to untie her robe. As it slipped off of her shoulders, a most amazing nude Claire was being revealed. Claire removed her robe and held it out so Jen could put it on.
“Really?” Jen asked. She was sure she was going to be sent out onto the streets totally naked.
“It’s a new day for Alpha Pi.” She smiled. “Not one that pleases us.”
When Jen just stood there, Claire offered. “You should go. You have until ten AM tomorrow. It’s nearing eleven now.” Jen seemed confused. Claire added. “Reach the tenth address before ten and in possession of the first nine tokens.”
“Or?” Jen asked.
Claire smiled. “You are representing your entire class of pledges.” Claire paused. Then she added. “If you fail, the entire group will be expelled from the sorority.”
Jen fumbled with tying the robe and then stuffed the paper into her pocket and out the door she went. Claire smiled to herself and sat back down into the chair at the head of the table.
A moment later, a mousy haired girl looked into the room. “They told me you would be needing these clothes.” She held out a stack, all neatly folded.
Claire waved her in. When the girl was directly in front of Claire, still holding the clothes, Claire said. “I’m sure I saw you on registration day, but I have not had a chance to introduce myself. Slowly Claire lifted her right leg until it draped over the arm of the chair. Then, she raised her left leg, placing it over the opposite arm.
Clair patted her mound. “Put the clothes down. You can help me get dressed later.” The girl was clearly nervous as she placed the clothes on the table and then began to kneel. Once down, Claire cupped her angelic face with her hands. She looked into the girl’s eyes and said. “We have all been where you are. Every Alpha Pi has been there. I, most certainly have been there.”
The girl nodded. Claire guided her to her waiting sex and leaned back. As the first pass of a warm moist tongue stimulated her clit, Claire closed her eyes. Then, she whispered. “It was not a position I will ever regret being in.” Her fingers found the girls hair and she laced her fingers in it. “But.” She tugged at the girl, urging her onward. “I much prefer it this way.”
Thirty minutes later Claire had to push the girl away. Two orgasms had filled the room with the musky aroma of sex. The girl helped a helpless Claire to dress. When she was finally clothed, she leaned forward and kissed the girl on a still slippery, cum covered mouth. “You are going to make an excellent Alpha Pi.”
“Thank you.” The girl said and immediately wondered why she was thanking the girl she had just serviced.
“One more piece of advice.” Claire said and she kissed the girl again. A long, slow, sensuous kiss. “As you graduate through the ranks at Alpha Pi, and you are blessed to have future pledges at your service,” She looked into the girl’s eyes. “Use them, enjoy them,” Claire said. “But always remain grateful.” She put her arm around the girl and the two left the room.
Token Number 1:
It was not as Jen had expected. Outside, it was dark and quiet. No crowds, no cheering. She was thankful for that at least. She removed the paper and looked at the list. 80 University row. “Damn.” She said and hurried down the steps and headed across the quad.
Ten minutes later she was at the door of number 80. It was a large, brick three story in an area where many of the professors lived. The door opened. There, Jen was greeted by Professor Margret Owings. A forty-year-old American History Professor who no longer lectured but spent her time in the research department. She kocaeli escort bayan stood there in a short silk East Asian robe. “I wondered who they might choose. And look, we are dressed alike.”
“Excuse me?” Jen asked. “Oh, you mean robes?”
Margret nodded. “Oh. The talk has been about little else since the Alpha Pi’s announced that there would indeed be Game Day.” Margret smiled. “But please, come in.” She moved to the side to make room.
The foyer was immense. Marble floors, a chandelier, dark woodwork. Jen just stood there taking it all in. Then Margret took her hand. “Come with me.” As they entered a small cozy den, Jen saw a man sitting in a large green leather chair, reading a newspaper, and smoking a pipe. He looked up.
“Harland. This is the Alpha Pi girl I told you about.” She ran her arm around Jen’s waist.
“I see.” Harland said. “Well, good for you then.” He turned back to his paper.
Margret turned Jen toward a long stairway. “Let’s you and I go find that token, shall we?”
Once upstairs, Margret led Jen down a long hallway to a set of double doors. Margret looked over her shoulder and smiled. “My boudoir.” She pushed the doors open to reveal an expanse of white carpet and a large king size bed among other furnishings.
Jen watched Margret go to a dressing table and open a jewelry box. She removed something and walked to the far side of the bed. She looked at Jen and held up the token. “I will place this here on the nightstand. She did so and then she untied her robe. As she watched Jen, she slipped it from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. She kneed her slim tanned body onto the bed. “So, you are there, I am here and the token,” She pointed behind her. “Is there.” She reached for a remote and the lights in the room dimmed. Jen looked over her shoulder at the open door.
“Don’t concern yourself sweety.” Margret explained. “Harland is harmless, he has his own room and rarely ventures this far down the hall.”
After a second, Jen shrugged her shoulders and untied her robe. She left the gold rope with the pouch in place. Margret was sliding to the center of the bed. Her legs were apart was waiting there with what looked to Jen as lust in her eyes.
Jen kneed herself up and leaned forward letting their lips brush together. “When they told me I had been awarded a token, well, it has been all I could think about.” Margret ran a hand behind Jen’s neck and the two kissed like lost lovers.
Then Jen felt that hand pressing on the top of her shoulder. “But.” Margret whispered. “Right now, you need to earn that token.”
Jen began kissing her way along Margret’s chin, down her neck. Finding her breast, Jen suckled it and moved on. Over her abdomen, she was pleased that Margret’s pubis was shaved except of a narrow strip leading to an already protruding clitoris. Jen let her tongue lick at it causing Margret to flinch.
Jen maneuvered herself in between Margret’s legs and those long sensuous legs spread apart to accommodate her. When Jen ran her tongue the length of Margret’s sex, the woman shuddered beneath her. Margret pulled her legs up and placed her feet onto Jen’s back. Margret began to work her ass up and down and she was humming and moaning. Jen kept the pace for about ten minutes and then with out warning, she shoved the length of her tongue as deep into Margret as she could. Margret gripped Jen’s hair. She pressed her feet down hard, she began grunting. Her ass was flailing up and down. Jen could taste the fluids seeping from Margret’s pussy.
Margret was gasping for air. “Oh, my God.” She whimpered. Finally, Jen slowed. She placed kisses on an impressive clit, then she sucked it into her mouth and Margret went hysterical. She cussed, begged, and cried out until Jen finally freed the captive pearl.
The two lay together for a few minutes until Margret patted her on her head. Jen looked up. Margret smiled. “I could keep you right there all night, but I think there may be more tasks ahead for you.” Jen just nodded.
“The bathroom is there.” Margret pointed. “Go wash up.” Jen slipped off of the bed, gathered her robe and disappeared into the bath. Minutes later, she reappeared to find Margret sitting on the edge of her bed holding the token. She was still nude.
Jen came over to her, and Margret held out the token. Jen opened the small pouch and Margret dropped it in.
“Let’s get you on your way.” Margret said and she led Jen down the stairs. At the door, Margret was enjoying a final goodbye kiss from a freshly washed Jen.
“I’m assuming a happy-ending then?” The two turned to see Harland standing there with a glass of milk.
“Very.” Margret said. She waited until Jen was down the walk and out of sight until she closed the door.
When she turned around, Harland was smiling. “You seem much happier tonight than with your other visitors.”
Margret came over and kissed her husband on the cheek. “Darling, if you were not so rich and understanding, kocaeli escort I would leave you tomorrow.”
As she turned away, Harland said. “Lucky me. But I’m guessing it is my understanding that pleases you most.”
Token Number 2:
Jen found a streetlight and looked at the list again. “2840 Elliot Street, Apartment D.” She was thinking, trying to remember where Elliot Street was. About then a car started a few doors away and the headlights came on. It eased forward and stopped in front of Jen. It was a red and black Mini Cooper. The power window lowered, and Jen looked in. It was a pledge from the sorority. Jen didn’t know her except to see her in the hall. “This can’t be coincident.”
Jen was looking at the petite face of a mousy haired girl with a broad smile. “It’s not. Get in.” She floored the mini. “Some of us thought you might have a problem with directions so…….”
“So what?” Jen asked. “Is this approved? Do they know you’re here?”
“What’s the fucking address?” Mousy asked. Jen told her. “And no, it’s not illegal.” She said. “Sort of.”
“What do you mean, sort of?” Jen was getting nervous.
“In the community room.” She said. “In the sorority house.” She looked a Jen. “Over the fireplace there is a motto. When it comes to winning, it’s not how, it’s how much.”
“Well, that’s going to be pretty weak in court.” Jen said.
“Well, all of us getting kicked if you don’t show up with those tokens will be a bit of a problem too.” Mousy offered. She jammed the brakes and turned into the apartment complex. She came to a stop in front of 2840.
Jen started to object but mousy raised a hand. “Just fucking go, will you.”
When Jen reached apartment D, she had no idea who would greet her, but she rang the buzzer. When the door parted, she found herself with her mouth wide open, unable to speak. “Jen.” The woman said. “How nice of you to stop by.”
“Ms. Ms. Crandall.” Jen stammered.
“Please, let’s use Anna, shall we.” She said.
Jen was still shocked to find her favorite person at the university, Anna Crandell, women’s athletic director, standing in the doorway. Anna took her hand and guided her inside so she could close and lock the door. Without warning, Anna wrapped her arms around Jen’s neck and pulled her up close. She kissed her aggressively. “After all, you are here to earn a token, right?”
Jen just nodded. Anna was a 36-year-old former Olympic silver medalist high jumper. She was a 6-foot 3-inch collection of wiry muscles. She was attractive, yes, but her uniqueness was in her physical presence. She was the perfect example of the masculine female. And she was black.
Anna pointed down a hallway. “Last door on the right.” She leaned in and let her lips brush Jen’s. She whispered. “You go get comfortable on my bed and I will be right along.” She turned Jen, passing a hand over her ass as she pointed her down the hall.
Jen entered a not so roomy bedroom. Well, compared to Margret’s. She untied the robe and slipped it off. She tossed it on a chair and crawled onto the bed. Waited. But not for too long. The door opened and when Anna entered, the immediate aroma of pot filled the air. She was taking a huge draw as she leaned over the bed offering a joint to Jen. Jen knew she had a long night in front of her, so she took a hit and passed it back. Anna reached for an ashtray on the nightstand, took one more hit and crushed out the roach.
Anna looked at Jen. She was wearing silk lounging pajamas. “My, my.” Anna said. “Why don’t you scoot down a little?” Jen did. “A little more?” Anna said. Jen did.
She never took her eyes off of Jen as she unbuttoned her top. Slowly she slipped it off. Then, she thumbed her bottoms and they slid away from such a sleek frame. As Jen watched, Anna picked up a small tube from the nightstand. It looked like lipstick as she pulled the top off. “You like raspberry?”
Jen offered a blank stare. “No matter.” Anna crawled onto the bed and crossed a leg over Jen. She lowered the tube and began to rub it along her labia.
She made a couple of circles around and over her clitoris. Then as Jen watched, she eased the tube into her vagina. She used a finger to press it deep inside. Then, she smiled and cupped a hand between her legs as the disappearing tube slipped free. She smiled at Jen.
“There have been a few nights when I would masturbate while thinking of you.” Anna eased one knee forward and then the other until she was across Jen’s middle. She ran her fingers over Jen’s breasts. “So small.” Anna whispered. She leaned forward and kissed one nipple and then the other. “I do love tiny breasts.” She slid a knee forward once more. It pressed Jen’s shoulder onto the bed. Then her other knee. Jen could not move but she was not sure she wanted to.
Anna ran a finger under Jen’s chin. She lifted, looking down at her. “I’m going to put my cunt on your mouth.” Jen would have nodded if Anna were not holding her face that firmly. She eased forward a little more. “I don’t care if you enjoy it this way.” She ran her hands between her legs and used her index fingers to open her sex. Anna’s complexion was quite dark. The contrast of the pink inner lining of her labia was striking. Jen raised her head. She wanted to lick it. To taste it.