Sorority Rush Week: Pledge Problems

Three college girls wait in a bedroom, eyes darting like they’re waiting to get caught. Chloe Cherry’s voice shakes when she wonders what the sorority president will make them do. Abella Danger cuts in, hard and sure: they have to do it. Fail, and it’s bunk beds, one cracked mirror, and a shower line that never moves. Darcie Dolce adds her own nightmare, some dude in the next room sawing logs all night. Abella’s mouth twists into a grin. She’s heard the rumors. First, they’ll be told to kiss the sisters. Chloe’s jaw drops. Darcie shrugs. Girls are hot, she says. She’d swap spit for a bid, easy. Then Abella leans closer and drops the rest: fisting, sometimes. Chloe stares at her own fist, knuckles whitening, like she can’t imagine it fitting anywhere. Abella isn’t rattled. She asks if Chloe’s ever kissed a girl. No, Chloe says. Abella tells her to close her eyes and pretend the lipstick is on a boy. It’s not much of a pep talk, but Abella’s already decided. She turns to Darcie. Their eyes lock, heat rising fast, and they fall into a deep, wet kiss. Chloe yelps and covers her face. Abella breaks away, lips shiny, daring Chloe to loosen up. Hands slide under soft shirts, squeezing firm, round tits, thumbs circling tight nipples until both blondes and the brunette are breathing quick. Soon mouths replace fingers. Tongues part slick folds, slow at first, then greedy. Chloe watches, nerves melting. When Abella spreads wide, Chloe’s fingers, then her whole hand, press inside, stretching that tight heat. Abella’s back bows. The three of them move in a tangle of sweat-slick skin and soft moans, every inch of skin on offer, every hole fair game. Whatever the sorority wants, they’ll meet it head-on.