Abby's Erotic Stories From College, Chapter 2

The sunlight poking in through the window woke me up all too soon and I groggily got ready for school. On my way out I almost tripped over the box sitting on my doorstep. It was plain brown and merely had ‘ABBY’ written on the front. I looked down the hallway but it was empty. I opened the box on my kitchen table and read the piece of paper inside.

"It’s a beautiful day in the sun is shining. Go lay out somewhere on campus and work on your tan. Be sure to find a cute guy and have him rub some suntan lotion on your back."

I was surprised that was all there was to the assignment until I looked to see what else was in the box. Inside was one of the tiniest bikinis I had ever seen. The bottoms were just a few strings joined together by a tiny triangle that might just barely cover up my pussy. The bikini top was just as revealing, thin strips of stretchy material that would cover up my nipples but leave plenty of boob hanging out on every side. Even worse, the fabric was white and practically see through.

"No fucking way," I said out loud as I threw the scandalous little bikini down and headed off to class.

I had trouble concentrating on anything my professors were saying all morning and at lunchtime I found myself back at my apartment eating a PB&J and staring at the teeny weeny bikini draped lewdly across my kitchen table. Being a member of that sorority really would take me far I thought. I’ve seen girls sunbathing on campus before, not in anything quite this revealing but some did have on thongs. The monologue in my brain continued.

I couldn’t tell you why, but it seemed like I was subconsciously trying to talk myself into it. By the end of my afternoon classes I was seriously considering going through with it. I imagined myself crawling back to my parents in Iowa next semester, no friends, no future.

I honestly couldn’t tell you whether it was the extreme loneliness I was trying to escape or the promise of all the favors and strings that would be pulled for me if I became a member of the sorority but when I arrived back at my apartment I was resolved to go through with it.

By the time I got back to campus I was having second thoughts. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and wore the sorority’s skimpy bikini underneath. I didn’t look at myself in the mirror when I put it on, afraid I would chicken out. When I found a parking spot I sat there for a long time blushing slightly, unsure whether I could really go through with it. Still, there was part of me trying to convince myself it wasn’t that big of a deal.

Its just a bikini, you’re not even going to be naked. You don’t know a soul here yet anyway, its just a bunch of strangers. After its over it will be almost like it never happened. It’s the perfect opportunity to try something daring, it might even be exciting. People go to topless beaches and nude beaches all the time, you’re just blowing this way out of proportion.

I told myself all these things but I didn’t really believe them. Still, part of me felt compelled not to turn back. I found a nice spot that was moderately secluded and arranged my towel and my things. I laid there for a while still in my t-shirt and shorts and read some of a novel I had brought with me. It was boring and after a while I decided it was now or never. There was a lull in the foot traffic along the sidewalk nearby and I took the opportunity to strip out of the t-shirt and shorts I was wearing and quickly laid back down on my stomach, hiding my half exposed boobs. I cradled my head in my folded arms trying to blot out the world. I’m not really here, I told myself.

With my eyes covered I couldn’t help but pay more attention to the sounds of passerbys. I could tell people were slowing down when they passed me. I could even hear a few of them stop. I could hear the comments the guys made as they passed me, the ones they wanted me to hear and the ones they thought I couldn’t hear too. At one point a fairly cute guy walked by and slowed down until he came to a complete stop right next to me, openly staring with no apparent sense of tact.

He was grinning like a little boy on Christmas morning and I was instantly annoyed with him. Nevertheless, I needed to ask someone to rub lotion on my back so I could be done with this silly task and go home.

The lotion was icy cold on my warm back and his touch was far from expert. Within a couple moments he started talking about himself as guys tend to do. I started to tune out when he gave my ass a sharp smack. I couldn’t believe it. He had lotion in his hand and started rubbing it into my butt. I opened my mouth to protest but was at a loss for words.

"Wouldn’t want that nice ass to get a sunburn," he said crudely.

He was kneading my ass cheeks way too enthusiastically and I was about to stop him when he started rubbing the excess lotion into my inner thighs. His finger brushed against my pussy lightly and the touch was electric. It was just then I realized my pussy was wet and I was embarrassed instantly, wondering if he could tell. I could feel my face burning. Before I could object he grew bolder and ran his finger gently down the outline of my pussy lips. It felt so good I nearly forgot where I was.

This had gone way too far. "Thanks, but I’ve really got to run, I’m going to be late for work," I stammered, rolled over and fumbled for my shorts and t-shirt. He got his first unobstructed view of my barely covered titties and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from them even for an instant, his mouth gaping open.

Putting my t-shirt on over my bikini top was like breaking a spell and he looked up confused, "You’re leaving?" he asked in disbelief.

"I’m sorry, I lost track of the time, I’ll see you around," I said and hurried off before he knew what hit him.

Back at my apartment I headed right to bed stripping off my t-shirt and shorts on the way. I caught myself in the hallway mirror and almost didn’t recognize the girl I saw. I always knew I had a good body but seeing myself in the mirror just then it dawned on me that I really had the power to drive men wild. I looked like some scantily clad model in a men’s magazine advertisement showing all of her curves and charms except for a few strategic square inches. My breasts were almost entirely exposed, spilling right out of the tiny bikini top and the material covering my nipples, damp with perspiration, had become even more see through. My nipples were hard and impossible to miss.

My eyes darted down between my legs and my face turned crimson. The tiny triangle of stretchy material between my legs was covered with a big wet spot and it clung to me so much you could make out the contours of my pussy lips. Waves of embarrassment took the place of the momentary sense of empowerment I had just felt and all I could think about was what the sorority sisters would ask me to do next!

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Abbys Erotic Stories From College

I guess before we delve right in to all my erotic adventures and fantasies I need to give you a little background. I was born and raised in Iowa and I was your typical midwest girl. In fact I went to college a virgin, though I did let my high school boyfriend get to third base on prom night. I still remember the akward feeling I had laying on the stiff motel mattress while he clumsily tongued my pussy. Suffice it to say I didn't cum. In fact up to the age of 18, I never had an orgasm.

In my senior year of high school I got a journalism scholarship to a college in New York and after a three month long campaign I finally sold my parents on the idea. They wanted me to attend school in Iowa but I had always secretly longed to get out of the midwest and move to a big city. I spent most of that last summer in Iowa in my room fantasizing about what my life in New York would be like.

New York was amazing, compared to my first 18 years of life this was a whole different world, a different universe. But with time the sheer wonder at all the sights and sounds and hustle and bustle did start to fade. Before long, life in New York started to seem pretty lonely. I always had a lot of friends in Iowa and now that I was all alone in a thriving metropolis it dawned on me I really hadn't a clue how to make any new ones. I wandered around the school campus during the day watching the small clusters of college coeds sitting on lawns studying, chatting, making out. I rehearsed things I could say to walk up and join them but they all sounded trite and artificial.

A couple girls hurried by me brushing my shoulder and knocking me out of my own daydreams. I watched them, mildly curious where they were heading. They scampered over to the part of the student square where the wall was covered with flyers and I saw them writing on a clipboard. I ambled over bored and with nothing better to do, curious what they were signing up for. "Delta Delta Gamma Sorority Pledge Signups," there were twenty five numbered lines to fill out your name, address and phone number and almost all of them were already filled in. I was never the type of girl who fantasized about joining a sorority in college but I was pretty desperate to make some friends and wasted almost no time writing down my information. I headed back to my apartment with a real sense of accomplishment and before long drifted to sleep on the couch wondering what life in a sorority might be like.

A loud knock at my door woke me up after what seemed like moments. I could see it was dark out now so I must have been asleep at least a few hours. I rubbed my eyes, confused who would be banging at my door in such a demanding manner. The knock came again, a little louder even, and I headed for the door feeling rather annoyed. I was surprised to find two girls a little older than me on the other side. Both were extremely attractive and looked me up and down before asking, "Are you Abby?" I nodded, still confused and sleepy from my nap. "We're your ride to the sorority house." I blubbered some sort of confused protest.

"Right now?' I have to shower and get ready. Why didn't you call?" They stared at me absolutely disinterested in anything I had to say.

"All pledges are being picked up right now, put your shoes on and lets go." Her voice was commandingly authoritative and I had nothing else to do for the evening. I put on my shoes and followed.

I could see I was one of the last girls to arrive as I was ushered into a great hall with a long line of extremely attractive young women in various states of undress. Some of the girls had obviously been given even less time to get ready than myself. Several were dressed only in nightgowns and one just had on a see thru black lace teddy, I could see her nipples poking through the sheer fabric from halfway across the room. A handful of girls were dressed only in their bras and panties half of them were wearing skimpy little thongs and g-strings that barely covered their pussy mounds. There was even a brunette at the end of the line who was dripping wet and looked to be wearing nothing but a bath towel.

The girls were all standing at attention as if we were at bootcamp and a moment later the large double doors in the front of the room creaked open. In walked the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my short life. She was tall and slim, blonde with exquisite features and piercing blue eyes. Every aspect of her appearance was immaculate and she exuded power and self-confidence. She was so stunning I barely noticed she was followed by a veritable entourage. Half a dozen young women almost as beautiful as her followed close behind, all of them looked like they belonged in posh corporate skyscrapers overlooking the city like royalty. Several young men came in as well, dressed in designer suits straight out of the pages of GQ.

I could see several of the girls were shocked that 'boys' were allowed. A few of the girls in the tiny g-string panties shifted uncomfortably and tried to cover themselves with their hands. A lot of the girls however, didn't even seem surprised.

The stunning blonde in the lead launched into an impressive speech about feminine power and sexuality in a man's corporate world but quite frankly I rapidly tuned out, transfixed by the spectacle of the whole thing, and especially by her. Not so much what she had to say but just all the minute details of her persona. Her makeup and flowing gold hair were flawless. The precious metal and jewels dangling from her fingers and her earlobes were probably worth more than my parent’s house. Even the way she spoke fascinated me more than what she had to say. She was beyond poised and the tones of her voice were almost musical.

With a casual sweep of her arm that didn’t quite look accidental she knocked over a bottle of water sitting nearby and it gushed out on to the hardwood flooring.

"Oh my," she exclaimed with mock concern. "What a mess . . . Does anyone have a towel?"

The question hung in the air like a dagger and I was slow to realize the implication. I might not have realized at all except every last pair of eyes in the room had shifted their gaze to the poor brunette at the end of the line, hair still dripping wet, clad in a simple white bath towel folded in the middle and tucked between two ample breasts. She was a deer caught in headlights unable to sidestep the oncoming car.

Moments turned in to minutes and the room was silent. "I do," she finally said, her meek voice cracking. She slowly and hesitantly slipped off the bath towel and tossed it forward, big breasts bouncing in the air. I was shocked at this turn of events and while I could tell some of the other girls were as well, everyone else in the room acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.

The beautiful blonde giving the speech caught the towel and paused for what seemed like an eternity eyeing the naked brunette up and down. Her cohorts at the head of the room were similarly devouring the naked girl with their eyes. The brunette was still dripping a little and didn’t quite seem to know what to do with her hands, apparently having thought better of attempting to cover her exposed breasts or pussy. Her arms hung awkwardly at her sides and their small nervous movements made her large breasts jiggle softly. I didn’t have the best vantage point but could see her nipples were extremely hard and her bush was trimmed into a tiny little tuft just above her vagina. Her pussy lips must have been completely on display to everyone in the front of the room.

I could see the boys that came in with the head sorority sisters were making some comments to each other and laughing softly. Then one of them casually pulled a camera phone out of his jacket pocket and began snapping pictures. I was mortified for her.

Finally, the blonde lead sister gave a curt ‘Thank you’ and resumed her speech. I had trouble focusing on what she had to say, my mind reeling over this bizarre series of events. I remember she said something about everyone receiving their first assignments tomorrow but before I could contemplate what exactly that might mean, the orientation, if that’s what you would call it, was adjourned and I was being ushered back out of the sorority hall and driven back to my apartment.

I sat on my couch for a long time trying to make sense of what just happened. Finally, more confused than ever, I got up and went to my computer. It took me several minutes to even remember the name of the sorority.

After about an hour I had learned that "Delta Delta Gamma" was one of the most influential and powerful sororities in the country. The list of alumni was a veritable who’s who of powerful women in New York. I realized an ambitious young woman would give anything to become a member and it dawned on me why that brunette had been willing to strip naked in front of all those people at the whim of the head Sorority Sister.

I spent the rest of the night searching the web for stories about the sorority and any kind of bizarre sexual hazing or initiations but there was none to be found. I drifted to sleep just before dawn, even more puzzled than before.


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Abby's Erotic Stories

Erotic Stories. Some true, some fantasy. All of them sexy. A few of my girlfriends begged me to start this blog so they could stay up to date with my escapades. Plus I'm a bit of an exhibitionist so I'm not altogether opposed to the idea of sharing my intimate erotic encounters and fantasies with a bunch of random strangers on the internet.