Sorority Rush Week: Hazing Ritual

Harmony and Jaye sat together, drinks in hand, voices low over rush-week gossip. Harmony’s glass went empty and she snapped for a pledge to fill it. Ivy stepped forward, obeyed without a word, then sat again beside Judy, whose shoulders were tight with nerves. A moment later Kasey strolled in, annoyed that her own glass was dry. The sisters laughed and pointed to the pledges. When Judy hesitated, Kasey barked at her, called her slow, unworthy of Gamma. The other two piled on, cruel words flying. Ivy’s stomach twisted. She couldn’t watch anymore. She rose and planted herself in front of Judy. She’d take the orders from here on, she said. Kasey’s eyes narrowed. She grabbed Ivy’s collar and yanked her top down, exposing a thin bra. The order came next—strip Judy too. Ivy’s hands shook, but she peeled Judy’s shirt away, then her bra. Small, pale tits caught the light. Judy’s eyes brimmed. Ivy had enough. She shouted that she was done and stormed out. Judy hurried after her. They found an empty bedroom, door shut on the party noise. Ivy dropped onto the bed. Judy followed. For a long second neither spoke. Judy thanked her. Ivy shrugged it off, but Judy moved closer, said Ivy had given her the courage to leave. The air thickened. Ivy leaned in. The kiss began soft, then deepened, tongues sliding. She pulled Judy’s bra the rest of the way off, bent to suck each tight nipple. Judy gasped. Ivy stripped the last of her clothes, spread her open, and pressed her mouth to the slick heat between Judy’s legs. The shy pledge arched, breath catching at every slow flick of Ivy’s tongue. They never made it back to the party. Two girls alone, skin on skin, learning how much closer they could get without ever calling each other sisters.