Girls on Campus

by Sandy Lowe

  Table of Contents

  Synopsis

  Pledge Night - Radclyffe

  In the Stacks - Aurora Rey

  That’s Confidence - Robin Watergrave

  Hard, Wet Lessons - Ali Vali

  Guise and Dolls - Allison Wonderland

  Final Exam - Meghan O'Brien

  Fire or Flame - Nell Stark

  Study Buddies - Carsen Taite

  Playing with Romeo - Robyn Nyx

  Extra Credit - Fiona Riley

  Body Shots - Janelle Reston

  Swim Girl - Rion Woolf

  A Gift from McGovern - Lea Daley

  Let Me Help You Pack - Rebekah Weatherspoon

  Hell Week - MJ Williamz

  The Whirlpool - Stevie Mikayne

  Breaking Rules - Salome Wilde

  The First Move - Rose P. Lethe

  Practice Makes Perfect - Sandy Lowe

  About the Editors

  Contributors

  Books Available From Bold Strokes Books

  Synopsis

  College: four years when anything goes and rules are made to be broken. A time for freedom, experimentation, and guiltless pleasures. Come join the co-eds for a homecoming bash, crash a girls-only party, and enjoy study hall where the topic is Eros. From roommates with benefits to sexy sorority initiations, hot professors demanding extra credit after class and summer vacation threesomes, this collection is required reading for anyone looking to earn an A in sex-ed.

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  Girls on Campus

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  ISBN 13: 978-1-62639-734-7

  “Guise and Dolls” by Allison Wonderland appeared in Wild Girls, Wild Nights (Cleis Press, June 2013)

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  First Edition: May 2016

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Credits

  Editors: Sandy Lowe and Stacia Seaman

  Production Design: Stacia Seaman

  Cover Design By Melody Pond

  Pledge Night

  Radclyffe

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked Kari for probably the hundredth time in the last hour. The whole thing had seemed like such a good idea until I really thought about what it meant for a straight girl to pledge a lesbian sorority, even though the sorority made a point of being open to all. If that was true, why was the initiation so secret? I mean, like cloak-and-dagger secret. Tonight was the official pledge night, and we didn’t know where we were going, who would be there, or what would happen. We’d already sworn oaths of secrecy just to get this far. What if Kari hated whatever it was that was coming? No pun intended.

  Kari slammed her hands on her size 1 gymnast hips and gave me the evil eye. Her coffee-and-cream complexion always flushed to a lovely cocoa color when she was pissed. She looked ready for whipped cream and chocolate shavings right about now. “How many times do I have to tell you, I’ll be fine. It’s not like I don’t know what you get up to in bed. You’ve been telling me since we were fifteen.”

  Well, yeah, okay. That’s what best friends did, right, shared the highs and lows of high school dating, including the sex and broken hearts? Besides, Kari knew about the first girl I ever had a crush on—her. We’d gotten as far as kissing a few times before she let me down easy.

  “You’re a great kisser,” she’d told me when we were lying on top of my covers fully clothed one night after soccer practice. We’d been practicing kissing for a couple of weeks, and I spent a lot of time fantasizing about what happened next. I hadn’t gotten to try any of the scenarios I’d fantasized about yet, but Kari had always been able to read me really well and knew what I was picturing. “But you know,” she said, “I don’t think I want you to be my girlfriend.”

  My heart felt like applesauce in my chest, crushed and pulpy. I didn’t say anything because if I opened my mouth I’d probably make embarrassing whimpering sounds.

  She kissed me again, gently, sweetly. “You’re my best friend, and I bet if we had sex, it would be amazing. I’m pretty sure I’m bi for you, but the rest of the time, not so much, and you know—I kind of like the wanting part best.”

  Weirdly, that seemed to make it okay. She wanted me, and I knew she’d always love me. Ditto for me, and here we were. Best friends and still hot for each other.

  I studied her annoyed and totally gorgeous face. She had almond-shaped dark eyes, high slanted cheekbones, and a wide sensuous mouth. She was movie-star beautiful, at least I’d always thought so. “You’re not just pledging because you love me?”

  She tried to keep looking mad, but she burst out laughing. “I think it’ll be a trip for us to be in that sorority together. Everybody knows it’s a cool place to be. And yeah, I do like being where you are.” She gave me a little hip bump. “You’re such a dork, and I don’t trust you by yourself.”

  I laughed. She knew all about my romantic foibles and failures and near disasters over the years. But hey, now I was almost nineteen and experienced. Mature. Totally unprepared for whatever was coming. I took her hand and mumbled, “I think I’d be scared out of my pants to do this without you.”

  She gave my hand a little tug and sent me a pretend kiss. “Honey, you’re going to be out of your pants one way or the other tonight.”

  My throat was dry. “Yeah, I think that might be what I’m afraid of.”

  “Well, you’re the lesbian. You ought to know what it’s all about.”

  “That’s the whole point of the initiation. No one knows what it’s all about—at least no one who will talk about it. All I know is, we have to go through this step in order to finalize our pledge.”

  “Right,” Kari said, “it’s like a hazing, but they don’t call it that. It’s a rite of passage. They probably make us…” She frowned, the tiniest of wrinkles appearing between her perfectly plucked, arched eyebrows.

  “You know,” she said with a questioning lilt in her voice, “I don’t actually have any idea what they might do.”

  “Or have us do,” I muttered.

  “I guess we’ll find out soon.” Kari glanced at her watch. “Because they’re supposed to pick us up right about—”

  On cue, a knock sounded at the door of the dorm room we shared.

  I opened it and two women, one dark and one light, one brown eyed, one blue, stood shoulder to shoulder filling the frame. The blonde’s slightly curly hair was down to her shoulders, and she wore an aqua blue dress that hugged her curvy body, plunged between her breasts, and ended just barely south of her ass. The brunette, taller and slimmer than the bombshell blonde, looked dangerously debonair in a black tuxedo shirt, black belt, and tailored black silk trousers. Our ushers for the evening.

  The blonde smiled at me, her blue eyes frankly appraising. “Larson?”

  I nodded, found my voice. “Yes.”

  “I’m Shar.”

  Kari came up beside me and, like she often did, rested her hand on the small of my back, answeri
ng sweetly to save me further humiliation. “Hi. I’m Kari.”

  The brunette took Kari’s free hand, raised it to her mouth, and kissed her knuckles. “Hello.” Her voice was buttery smooth, rich and deep. “I’m Paulie. I’ll be your guide tonight.”

  I waited for Kari’s response. She could still back out. I wouldn’t blame her. The whole idea was probably crazy to begin with.

  Kari hooked her fingers around Paulie’s forearm and stepped up beside her. “I can’t wait to get started.”

  *

  We followed Shar and Paulie into the elevator and rode silently down to the lobby and out into the parking lot. The night had turned cold, but fortunately their car was nearby and we didn’t have to walk very far. Shar opened the rear door of a dark sedan and gestured inside. “You’ll find blindfolds on the seat. Please put them on and keep them on until we reach our destination. It shouldn’t be long.”

  I glanced to Kari, who shrugged.

  We buckled up, slid on the blindfolds, which were actually those kind of blackout masks you get on airplanes, and someone started the engine. I’m pretty good with time, and I estimated we didn’t ride more than fifteen minutes and might’ve been going around in circles. When we’d parked and Shar told us we could remove the blindfolds and step outside, I realized we were at one of the boathouses situated on the large lake that bordered our campus. Rowing was a big intramural activity. No lights showed inside, but since this was supposed to be secret, that didn’t surprise me.

  “Let’s go, lovelies,” Shar said.

  Kari and I followed the two sorority sisters down the ramp to the rear dock and into the boathouse. The windows had been covered with some kind of dark fabric, and where the boats were usually stored had been artfully turned into a giant sitting area with multiple sofas and overstuffed chairs. I wondered where they kept them when the boathouse was in use, but I certainly wasn’t going to ask. I was surprised to see at least a dozen other women, some of whom I knew by name, others only by sight, already gathered in a loose group in the center of the big space. I recognized six of the senior sorority sisters in addition to our ushers. I counted the pledges again. There were sixteen of us. A 2-to-1 ratio. I wondered if that meant anything.

  Sorority president Rainer McDaniels stepped to the center of the room, and the low murmur of conversation between the sorority sisters abruptly stopped. The rest of us had been silent, probably too scared to speak, and a hush fell over the room. Rainer was legendary on campus. A senior now, she was some kind of musical prodigy and could have had a career in classical music, but had decided to pursue a high-level tech engineering degree, the details of which I could barely understand. Apparently she was highly sought after by several big Silicon Valley companies. She’d never had a girlfriend that anyone knew of. Pale and lean, dark-haired and black-eyed, she was the epitome of a brooding genius.

  “Tonight,” Rainer pronounced, “we finalize our list of pledges and offer you the opportunity to join us in solidarity and seduction for the remainder of your time. I’ll remind you that everyone has signed an oath of secrecy, and even those of you who will not become one of us are sworn to uphold that vow.” She didn’t smile even though her tone was soft and seductive. “Just remember this. If you ever decide to share what happens here tonight,” she glanced around, and it seemed as if she made eye contact with each of the pledges, “we’ll know. We’ll know, and we will uphold the honor of the oath. Do you all understand?”

  “Yes,” we answered in one voice. I glanced out of the corner of my eye at Kari. She was staring, an odd expression on her face. If I had to put a name to it, I’d say she was fascinated. Maybe she really would enjoy what was coming.

  “Good.” Rainer smiled. “We want tonight to be pleasurable for all of you, even those of you who will be eliminated.”

  I registered the shock on everyone’s face and was sure my expression echoed it. What did that mean, elimination?

  “We’ve invited twice as many participants as we plan to accept as new pledges. All of you show the kind of personality and passion we seek, but we can only make a final decision after we see how you put that potential into practice.” Someone pushed a large green fabric chair into the circle and Rainer sat down, resting her hands on the broad wooden arms and crossing one ankle over the other. The other sorority members came to stand on either side of her. I was viewing the queen, or in this case, the king, and the royal court.

  Two sorority members brought maroon velvet-covered footstools, placed them on either side of Rainer’s chair, and knelt on them, facing each other with Rainer in the middle. One unbuttoned Rainer’s shirt while the other opened the tab on her trousers and slid down the zipper. Rainer’s expression didn’t change. She looked as if she wasn’t even aware of what was happening.

  “For the first elimination,” Rainer said, “each of you will turn to your left and face the person beside you. She will be your partner.”

  My partner was a small, Asian woman who I remembered seeing at rush week but never speaking to. Her eyes were cool and assured, although not unfriendly.

  “Each pair will retire to the furniture provided. Before you recline, please remove all your clothing.”

  Someone laughed. Nervous laughter.

  “Please begin.”

  For a second, neither of us moved. Min, whose name I finally remembered, suddenly swiveled and strode to a broad hunter green sofa ten feet away, directly in front of Rainer. She pulled her sweater off over her head, just as quickly divested herself of her bra, and then pushed her jeans and underwear down and kicked off her shoes. She was naked before I’d managed to follow her. My hands shook as I unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it from my jeans, and, working on autopilot, continued to disrobe. I sensed Kari somewhere close behind me, a soothing presence. Whatever craziness was about to begin, I wasn’t alone.

  “You and your partner are to pleasure each other simultaneously, using your mouth, hands, or tongue. The first member of each couple to orgasm will be eliminated. You may start now.”

  I caught glimpses of the two attendants on either side of Rainer stroking her exposed breasts and abdomen. She was super hot, but I didn’t have a chance to watch. I stared at Min, wondering which of us would bolt for the door first.

  “I’d like the top, if you don’t mind.” She smiled, a disconcertingly self-possessed smile. “I’m sure this won’t take long.”

  She was obviously confident. Well, so was I.

  “Sure.” I stretched out on the sofa, pulled a small throw pillow behind my head so I knew the angle would be good, and let my legs fall open. She deftly straddled me, her knees at my shoulder level, her elbows beside my hips, her arms cradling my legs from underneath. If there was a bell to start, I didn’t hear it. Her mouth was on me before I’d barely gotten comfortable between her thighs. My hips jerked and I swear she laughed. I wrapped my arms around her ass and tried not to think about who was watching. Min knew what she was doing. She started out licking on either side of my clit, just enough pressure to make me hard, and ending lower down, stroking the sensitive lining of my inner lips. My clit twitched and pulsed. She was good, sure, but so was I.

  I grabbed her ass to keep her from pulling away and closed my mouth around her whole pussy, sucking gently. Her clit was right at the level of my tongue and I sucked it between small, quick flicks on the underside. Her thighs trembled but she made no sound. She didn’t have to. She liked it.

  Concentrating on her helped me ignore the growing pressure between my legs. If I could keep my mind on what I was doing to her, I might not come all over her face. When she reached down and stroked my opening with two fingers, I wasn’t quite so sure. My clit pounded. A hard ball of heat grew and throbbed in my pussy, threatening to explode. I wanted to be stroked, to be filled, to be fucked while she sucked me. I wanted to come in her mouth, all over her. Fuck. I was losing my rhythm, and she moved in for the kill. Her tongue was a magic wand, stroking, teasing, pressing. I was going to come so fucking
hard.

  I moaned, tensed my ass, and tried to pull away, but she held fast, sucking the shaft between her lips so I couldn’t escape.

  I had to distract her, or I’d be eliminated very, very quickly. She was disciplined, but I knew she wanted to come, I could tell from the turgid fullness of her clit, the way her pussy lips opened and slicked. Her thighs trembled, and I knew I had her on the edge. Trouble was, she had me there too. My clit was ready to go off in another ten seconds no matter what I did. I slid a finger inside and fucked her while I licked her, but I still couldn’t get her to go. I was going to lose the damn competition, and if I did, I might end up leaving Kari there alone. I couldn’t do that.

  I felt the churning, pulsing blast building inside me, and desperate, I tried the only thing I hadn’t tried yet. I ran my thumb between her lips, soaking up her come, and pressed it to her ass, circling and massaging the tight ring of muscle while I sucked her clit. Maybe the surprise was what broke her, but she pulled her mouth off my pussy and cried, “No! No, no, no.”

  I almost cheered. Oh yes.

  Her pussy pulsed against my face and she came jerking in my arms, writhing against my mouth while her ass clenched over and over. When she finished, limp and moaning with her face buried against my thigh, I dropped my head back, gasping. My clit was still on fire, but I hadn’t come. Yet.

  Waiting for my body to slide down from the almost-coming brink, I turned my head, searching for Kari. She wasn’t far away. She never was. She straddled the lap of a muscular redhead in a big overstuffed chair six feet away. Her back was to me. All I could see were her toned shoulders, the delicate sweep of her spine, and her round muscular ass, rhythmically flexing as she rocked against the woman beneath her. One of the redhead’s arms disappeared between their bodies, and I imagined her stroking Kari’s clit, sliding her fingertips over Kari’s slick pussy, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Kari jerked, her hips starting to shake. Damn it, she was going to come. Watching her get ready to come pushed me right back up to the brink. Fuck, I had to be careful or I’d come by accident.