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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