My Sorority Sister
Under pressure from her mother, Jinny Kissinger gains entrance into a sorority during her freshman year. She thought the process and lack of hazing made things easy. However, the bizarre initiation ritual -- in front of the rest of the sorority --forces her, and her new friend Mandy, to confront their sexuality in a way both never expected.
WARNING! This short story contains graphic and explicit descriptions of two women having consensual sex. It is intended only for mature readers of legal age. Here is an excerpt....
I was a little bit afraid and fearful as to what was about to happen, because I knew that, when pledging your way into Greek campus life, fraternities and sororities can haze pledges pretty hard – to the point of national scandal, even. Thus far, Upsilon Theta Phi (ΥΘΦ) had been very tame about that, and that had been a profound relief to me. They were small and relatively unknown nationally, but my mother is still a sister alumnus, and it seemed very important for her that I not only pledge, but I also be initiated as a full member. I made it through the pledging process, and it was now time for my initiation ritual. I was one of six freshmen that were offered bids, but I immediately realized what was about to happen was about to be profoundly weird.
The six of us waited to be summoned in the house's living room. We were all told to dress casual and not like this was a formal event. Sounds low key and chill, right? That went out the window rather quickly. When we finally summoned into the basement, we were approached by two tall ladies – I think it was the two sisters that were on the university's women's basketball time. Only, they were long nun's habits. Yet, instead of the traditional black and white color scheme, it was scarlet red robes with white around the face and over their necks. Red COVID masks covered they noses and mouths. All we could see were their eyes and bare hands at the end of baggy, and silky red sleeves," they said in monotone unison, "We are the ushers. Follow us."
They simultaneously turned and walked down the hall. The six of us followed as they guided us through a door, down a set of stairs, and into the basement proper. Eventually, we ended up in the small locker room next to the house's modest fitness center. They had purposely dimmed the lights for dramatic effect.
"Strip naked," both ushers said, again in monotone unison. Slowly, they ceremoniously bowed with their eyes facing the floor, all while pointing at a cheap, aluminum rolling clothing rack behind them. It had nothing but white bathrobes on hangers, and each of them bore the Greek lettered ΥΘΦ logo in embroidered red fonts in a place, when worn correctly, would be over a woman's heart. "Then," in practiced unison, again, they said, "Put these on. Wait to be summoned in pairs." They both stepped backwards to door before ritualistically spinning on their heels and leaving us.
All initiates looked at each other with awkward confusion...
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WARNING! This short story contains graphic and explicit descriptions of two women having consensual sex. It is intended only for mature readers of legal age. Here is an excerpt....
I was a little bit afraid and fearful as to what was about to happen, because I knew that, when pledging your way into Greek campus life, fraternities and sororities can haze pledges pretty hard – to the point of national scandal, even. Thus far, Upsilon Theta Phi (ΥΘΦ) had been very tame about that, and that had been a profound relief to me. They were small and relatively unknown nationally, but my mother is still a sister alumnus, and it seemed very important for her that I not only pledge, but I also be initiated as a full member. I made it through the pledging process, and it was now time for my initiation ritual. I was one of six freshmen that were offered bids, but I immediately realized what was about to happen was about to be profoundly weird.
The six of us waited to be summoned in the house's living room. We were all told to dress casual and not like this was a formal event. Sounds low key and chill, right? That went out the window rather quickly. When we finally summoned into the basement, we were approached by two tall ladies – I think it was the two sisters that were on the university's women's basketball time. Only, they were long nun's habits. Yet, instead of the traditional black and white color scheme, it was scarlet red robes with white around the face and over their necks. Red COVID masks covered they noses and mouths. All we could see were their eyes and bare hands at the end of baggy, and silky red sleeves," they said in monotone unison, "We are the ushers. Follow us."
They simultaneously turned and walked down the hall. The six of us followed as they guided us through a door, down a set of stairs, and into the basement proper. Eventually, we ended up in the small locker room next to the house's modest fitness center. They had purposely dimmed the lights for dramatic effect.
"Strip naked," both ushers said, again in monotone unison. Slowly, they ceremoniously bowed with their eyes facing the floor, all while pointing at a cheap, aluminum rolling clothing rack behind them. It had nothing but white bathrobes on hangers, and each of them bore the Greek lettered ΥΘΦ logo in embroidered red fonts in a place, when worn correctly, would be over a woman's heart. "Then," in practiced unison, again, they said, "Put these on. Wait to be summoned in pairs." They both stepped backwards to door before ritualistically spinning on their heels and leaving us.
All initiates looked at each other with awkward confusion...
My Sorority Sister
Under pressure from her mother, Jinny Kissinger gains entrance into a sorority during her freshman year. She thought the process and lack of hazing made things easy. However, the bizarre initiation ritual -- in front of the rest of the sorority --forces her, and her new friend Mandy, to confront their sexuality in a way both never expected.
WARNING! This short story contains graphic and explicit descriptions of two women having consensual sex. It is intended only for mature readers of legal age. Here is an excerpt....
I was a little bit afraid and fearful as to what was about to happen, because I knew that, when pledging your way into Greek campus life, fraternities and sororities can haze pledges pretty hard – to the point of national scandal, even. Thus far, Upsilon Theta Phi (ΥΘΦ) had been very tame about that, and that had been a profound relief to me. They were small and relatively unknown nationally, but my mother is still a sister alumnus, and it seemed very important for her that I not only pledge, but I also be initiated as a full member. I made it through the pledging process, and it was now time for my initiation ritual. I was one of six freshmen that were offered bids, but I immediately realized what was about to happen was about to be profoundly weird.
The six of us waited to be summoned in the house's living room. We were all told to dress casual and not like this was a formal event. Sounds low key and chill, right? That went out the window rather quickly. When we finally summoned into the basement, we were approached by two tall ladies – I think it was the two sisters that were on the university's women's basketball time. Only, they were long nun's habits. Yet, instead of the traditional black and white color scheme, it was scarlet red robes with white around the face and over their necks. Red COVID masks covered they noses and mouths. All we could see were their eyes and bare hands at the end of baggy, and silky red sleeves," they said in monotone unison, "We are the ushers. Follow us."
They simultaneously turned and walked down the hall. The six of us followed as they guided us through a door, down a set of stairs, and into the basement proper. Eventually, we ended up in the small locker room next to the house's modest fitness center. They had purposely dimmed the lights for dramatic effect.
"Strip naked," both ushers said, again in monotone unison. Slowly, they ceremoniously bowed with their eyes facing the floor, all while pointing at a cheap, aluminum rolling clothing rack behind them. It had nothing but white bathrobes on hangers, and each of them bore the Greek lettered ΥΘΦ logo in embroidered red fonts in a place, when worn correctly, would be over a woman's heart. "Then," in practiced unison, again, they said, "Put these on. Wait to be summoned in pairs." They both stepped backwards to door before ritualistically spinning on their heels and leaving us.
All initiates looked at each other with awkward confusion...
WARNING! This short story contains graphic and explicit descriptions of two women having consensual sex. It is intended only for mature readers of legal age. Here is an excerpt....
I was a little bit afraid and fearful as to what was about to happen, because I knew that, when pledging your way into Greek campus life, fraternities and sororities can haze pledges pretty hard – to the point of national scandal, even. Thus far, Upsilon Theta Phi (ΥΘΦ) had been very tame about that, and that had been a profound relief to me. They were small and relatively unknown nationally, but my mother is still a sister alumnus, and it seemed very important for her that I not only pledge, but I also be initiated as a full member. I made it through the pledging process, and it was now time for my initiation ritual. I was one of six freshmen that were offered bids, but I immediately realized what was about to happen was about to be profoundly weird.
The six of us waited to be summoned in the house's living room. We were all told to dress casual and not like this was a formal event. Sounds low key and chill, right? That went out the window rather quickly. When we finally summoned into the basement, we were approached by two tall ladies – I think it was the two sisters that were on the university's women's basketball time. Only, they were long nun's habits. Yet, instead of the traditional black and white color scheme, it was scarlet red robes with white around the face and over their necks. Red COVID masks covered they noses and mouths. All we could see were their eyes and bare hands at the end of baggy, and silky red sleeves," they said in monotone unison, "We are the ushers. Follow us."
They simultaneously turned and walked down the hall. The six of us followed as they guided us through a door, down a set of stairs, and into the basement proper. Eventually, we ended up in the small locker room next to the house's modest fitness center. They had purposely dimmed the lights for dramatic effect.
"Strip naked," both ushers said, again in monotone unison. Slowly, they ceremoniously bowed with their eyes facing the floor, all while pointing at a cheap, aluminum rolling clothing rack behind them. It had nothing but white bathrobes on hangers, and each of them bore the Greek lettered ΥΘΦ logo in embroidered red fonts in a place, when worn correctly, would be over a woman's heart. "Then," in practiced unison, again, they said, "Put these on. Wait to be summoned in pairs." They both stepped backwards to door before ritualistically spinning on their heels and leaving us.
All initiates looked at each other with awkward confusion...
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| BN ID: | 2940161125854 |
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| Publisher: | Smuthouse |
| Publication date: | 05/12/2023 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Sales rank: | 943,191 |
| File size: | 128 KB |
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