A Second Night at the Sorority House

A normal note:

Welcome to the Kappa Beta Gamma sorority house. In preparation for tonight's event, only members of the sisterhood are permitted to enter at this time.

If you're not yet a member, then please come back after spending A Normal Night at the Sorority House.

If you have completed the initiation ceremony, then come on in. Your sisters are waiting...

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For K.

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Chapter 1 - Liz

"Your dress is so pretty, Liz. It's going to look great on you."

"Huh?" Liz snapped out of her thoughts and looked up from her task. Her mind had been wandering a bit as she folded Meagan's long hair and pinned it into place.

Katie's smile beamed from across the room as she fingered the shining material of the metallic gold dress that Liz had brought with her. The dress was hanging temporarily in Katie's wardrobe while the girls helped Meagan with her considerably more elaborate outfit.

"I said your dress is really pretty and it's going to look great on you," Katie repeated cheerfully.

Liz smiled. No matter how many times Katie said nice things like that, it always felt good. "Thanks," she replied. "I hope so."

The dress did look great on her. At least Liz had thought so when she'd tried it on at the store. The liquid gold was a beautiful complement for her dark skin tone. The fit was perfect. She'd known instantly that it was perfect for the party.

Just thinking about it produced a buzz of excitement within her. Tonight, Kappa Beta Gamma would be hosting its second event of the semester.

A costume party.

Over the past few weeks since Liz had been accepted into the sorority, she had gotten to know many of her new sisters quite well. And this party would give them all a chance to dress up, have some laughs, and dance the night away. It was going to be a blast.

She had formed an especially strong bond with the five other girls who were initiated alongside her: Katie, Meagan, Haley, Julie, and Kristen.

Liz met up with each of these girls as often as they could manage, between their busy class schedules and other obligations. As the sorority initiation ceremony had taught them to do, they talked openly about their feelings toward each other. Feelings which had arisen as a result of allowing their emotional and physical barriers to come down. Feelings that had escalated as the ceremony brought the six companions closer together, eventually culminating in a beautiful and highly orgasmic celebration of their newly formed bond.

Sometimes talking about these feelings rekindled their desires, and they made love again. Sometimes they shared stories from their pasts, or discussed common interests. But they always enjoyed just being together, in each other's company. And every time they said goodbye, they made sure to say how much they were looking forward to the next time they would see each other.

And all of them would be at the party tonight.

Katie, of course. She was a total party animal. And she lived in the sorority house. She had even helped to choose and set up the Halloween-themed decorations that were placed tastefully throughout the various rooms downstairs.

Then there was Meagan, who seemed to be game for pretty much anything as long as it involved the whole group being together. As someone who enjoyed sewing and making her own clothing, Meagan had really gotten into the dress-up aspect of tonight's event. She had prepared an intricately detailed costume for herself, much of which was handmade or altered.

Liz was also looking forward to seeing Haley. The pretty bleached blonde with signature cyan highlights seemed to have the least free time of any of Liz's new friends. So they had barely been able to spend any time together over the past weeks. And that was a shame, since from the moment they'd met she had recognized a natural easy chemistry with Haley. Their personalities were well matched, and they both had a lot of fun when they were together.

Julie, the fun-sized Korean music major, had expressed excitement about tonight as well, even though she had very little experience with parties. In unfamiliar situations, her nervous rambling often sparked awkward moments. But when she relaxed, Julie became incredibly playful and entertaining. So Liz was glad that Julie saw this costume party as a chance to pursue her goal of broadening her horizons.

Even Kristen, the socially anxious introvert of the group, had agreed to attend. Liz was so proud of Kristen for pushing past her fears, and for refusing to allow her self-consciousness to get in the way of having a good time with her sorority sisters. She knew that attending a party of this size couldn't be easy for Kristen, and Liz had tried to be as encouraging and supportive as possible whenever they talked.

As the date of the party approached, Liz's anticipation had only increased. As had her curiosity. What kind of costumes would each of her friends choose?

She'd been especially curious about what kind of look Meagan would create for herself, given her talents and experience creating custom clothes. And when Liz had extended the offer to help in any way she could, Meagan had gratefully accepted, noting that she could use another pair of hands getting herself ready on the eve of the party.

Then Katie had offered them her spacious room in the sorority house to use as a dressing area, suggesting that it would be fun if the three of them all helped each other get into their costumes.

So here they were -- Liz, Meagan, and Katie gathered together in the upstairs bedroom, with the dark Halloween night peering in through the window.

For the past hour they'd been talking and giggling. Oohing and ahhing over the various costume items that each of them had brought. Occasionally getting distracted by a little bit of kissing and touching. But moving gradually toward getting themselves ready. Starting with Meagan's clothes, hair, and makeup.

Katie stopped admiring Liz's golden dress and began walking back toward the chair where Meagan sat while Liz helped with her hair. Katie was wearing a pair of lime green panties. And nothing else.

Liz fixated for just a moment on Katie's perky pink nipples, pointed alertly in her direction. She needed to take a deep breath to find her focus before she looked back down to resume styling Meagan's hair into a French twist.

It was so lovely. So soft. So naturally perfect. Liz wondered why anyone with hair like that would choose to wear it up like this.

But that's what Meagan had asked for. And it gave Liz an excuse to handle and feel those luxuriant brown tresses to her heart's content. So she wasn't complaining.

Knock, knock.

"Doors open in ten, Sisters!" a voice shouted from out in the hallway.

"Okay, thanks, Erin!" Katie yelled back.

Liz went to work putting the finishing touches on Meagan's French twist. She didn't have an abundance of hairstyling experience, and the elegant updo wasn't a simple one to pull off. So she had needed to consult a few internet videos to learn the method.

Her result wasn't quite as perfect as what she'd seen in the videos, but it wasn't bad. Good enough for a costume party.

As Liz was reflecting on this, she felt Katie slip around behind her. Suddenly Katie's breath was on Liz's back, and Katie's hands were wrapping around her, sliding over her hips and stomach.

Liz tried to keep her attention on Meagan's hair, but it was difficult. "I should... focus," she whispered, not sure why she was whispering.

"Should you?" Katie purred from behind her.

Katie's hands slid up and over the strapless bra that was currently serving as Liz's only upper body covering. Liz felt her nipples responding.

"It looks like you're doing just fine to me," Katie said, as she let her fingertips glide slowly across Liz's skin.

The intimate contact awakened flutters of desire. But Liz kept at her task, and despite the distraction of Katie's soft touch, managed to get the final fold secured in place.

"Good job," Katie whispered, before planting a soft kiss on the back of Liz's neck and pulling away.

Katie then fetched a top hat, embellished with small metal studs, from a nearby table. She handed the hat to Meagan, who stood and put it on her head.

"So? What do you think?"

Behind her large glasses, Meagan's eyes darted back and forth to gauge her two friends' reactions.

Liz looked closely, taking in the full effect for the first time.

The main piece was a brown bodice-style vest, which Meagan had adorned with side lacing and buckle straps over her shoulders. It was worn over a dark crimson, long-sleeved blouse. This strange looking top combination was paired with vertically striped brown and crimson leggings, tall black lace-up boots, and fingerless gloves.

Her modified top hat and elegant updo completed the look, which Meagan had called Victorian steampunk, whatever that meant.

To Liz, Meagan looked like she'd just stepped off the set of some kind of fantasy movie. And she told her friend so.

"Totally," Katie agreed. "That design is such a specific vibe. What made you think of it?"

Meagan smiled widely. "It's kind of loosely based on the main character from one of my favorite series of novels."

"I can tell you worked hard on it," Liz observed, noting the attention to detail in the embellishments.

Meagan tipped her top hat dramatically in Liz's direction and lent a distinctly British accent to her reply. "Why, thank you, m'lady."

The joy was evident in Meagan's soft brown eyes, and it made Liz want to reach out and kiss her. But she knew that wouldn't help them stay on task.

"Let's do yours next." Meagan's suggestion was directed at Liz. "That way we get to keep looking at her like this."

Liz knew Meagan was referring to the fact that Katie was still topless. The redhead's pale, freckled chest was distracting, but in a very fun kind of way.

"I definitely can't argue with that," Liz agreed.

Katie smiled and shrugged. "Doesn't bother me. You can do more than just look if you want."

Liz spotted the sign of temptation on Meagan's face. "Costumes!" she reminded them, and herself, as she fetched her dress from the wardrobe, along with the bag of accessories she had brought with her.

The metallic gold material of the form-fitting micro dress sparkled in the light. It was toga-style, designed to go over one shoulder and leave the other bare.

Liz stepped into the dress, then proceeded to slide it up past her hips and waist until she could slip her left arm through the side gap.

Before she could even get her hands down, both Meagan and Katie darted in and took hold of the dress's hem. They began inching it down over her torso, slowly and gently, keeping their fingers in contact with her skin for as long as possible. Their help with this was completely unnecessary. But Liz held her arms out to the sides anyway, and allowed her friends to take over.

Their fingers brushed smoothly over the skin of her hips, then over her panties. The material stretched a bit as it was pulled down over the curve of her butt. And about halfway down her thighs, the dress reached its full length, and would cover no more of her.

Wasting no time, the girls each took some items from the bag to enhance the costume.

Meagan knelt down, lifted Liz's foot, and slid on a strappy golden sandal.

Katie began applying a tasteful amount of shimmering golden highlighter to Liz's cheekbones and collarbones.

Liz herself slid a gold-colored laurel wreath cuff up each of her arms, and tightened them in place around her biceps.

Meagan wound the sandal straps up Liz's calves, and tied a knot to secure them. Then Liz stepped back so that her friends could examine her. "How's my hair?"

She had iron-curled her long black hair, and clipped most of it up, leaving just a few curls down to frame her face, and complete the sexy Greek goddess appearance that she was going for.

Katie whistled. "Gorgeous!"

Liz swayed her hips a little and turned in a slow circle. She couldn't wait to get downstairs and tear up the dance floor in this outfit.

Meagan clapped her hands together and smiled. "You're radiant, Liz."

Liz felt an immediate confidence boost from the sincerity in her friend's voice.

"Okay." She turned to Katie. "Your turn."

The topless redhead nodded, then walked to her bed where her own costume was laid out. Liz followed. She had been looking forward to this.

First, Katie put on the skirt. It was bright green, with a pixie cut hem that drew attention to Katie's shapely legs. The matching green crop top had a full zip in the back. Katie held it up to her chest then turned around, presenting her back to Liz. "Would you?"

Liz joined the two sides and zipped them up, allowing her fingers to linger against Katie's back a little longer than was necessary.

Katie's sigh was nearly silent, but Liz registered the reaction. Fortunately, the next piece would require some close contact as well.

It was a set of sheer white wings, with thin transparent shoulder straps designed to attach to the front and back of the crop top.

Meagan held the wings in place on Katie's back, while Liz secured the straps in place. This required her to slide a finger under the crop top in order to pinch the edge and pull it toward the strap. She relished the sensation as her touch met soft, supple flesh. But it lasted no more than a few seconds.

"Thanks," Katie said. "Now let's see if they can stay in place. I doubt this costume was made with dancing in mind."

She bounced up and down vigorously a few times. The attachments held.

"Alright!" she exclaimed, and high-fived Liz.

"Ooh, I love this..."

The comment came from Meagan, who was holding a headband made of artificial pink flowers -- the final piece of Katie's costume.

"Nice, isn't it," Katie agreed, accepting the headband from Meagan and slipping it into place over her ginger hair. "Is it a good match for the costume?"

"It's perfect," Liz replied.

Katie fluttered about the room happily, as if she had truly become the woodland fairy that she now resembled.

"Okay, that's adorable," Liz observed, watching her. "And kind of hot. Yeah... I want to like... protect you from evil. But I also want to throw you down on the bed. It's kinda confusing."

"I know, right?" Meagan agreed.

Katie responded by wiggling her butt a bit and giving her best tinkling fairy laugh. "Are we all ready, then?" she asked.

Meagan gestured theatrically toward the door. "After you, my dear Ladies."

Liz nodded, opened the door, and led the trio out of the bedroom.

*****

Chapter 2 - Kristen

A steady dance beat shook the mansion's grand foyer.

She could feel the bass vibrating up through her thighs as Kristen made her way around the crowded space. The party had just started, but already the energy was high. Excited students were filing in through the front entrance, hailing their friends, then heading off to other parts of the house.

Kristen glanced over at the staircase and was reminded of the initiation ceremony that had taken place upstairs just a few short weeks ago. The memory sent a tingle through her.

"Is she here?"

The high-pitched question came from the girl clinging tightly to Kristen's side. She was dressed all in black, from her skintight full-length catsuit to her choker necklace to the cat ears on her head.

The sight of Julie's sexy feline-inspired costume reminded Kristen how self-conscious she felt about her own outfit.

She did like the way the gown's rich royal blue color complemented her eyes. And she liked the look of its wide, draping sleeves. But she wasn't entirely sure what to think about the large circular cutout at the chest, which was displaying a generous amount of cleavage.

Kristen hardly ever dressed to attract attention to herself. And certainly never to flaunt her body. So she was unaccustomed to the looks she was getting. Or, more accurately, the looks her chest was getting, thus far this evening.

But Julie had been enamored with the dress, commenting that she wished she had the curves to fill it out, and had insisted that it was perfect for Kristen's costume.

And Kristen was willing to venture a little outside of her comfort zone to please Julie.

Of course now that they were both at the party, and Julie was nervous too, she was using Kristen's larger body to hide herself from the curious glances of the other students. And since Julie was too short to see above the heads of the people around them, she was relying on Kristen to locate Katie.

So Kristen tried to summon some of that confidence she'd been working on building lately. She stood on her toes and straightened her back to raise her eyes as high as she could, ignoring the sensation of the dress tightening around her chest, causing her cleavage to strain against the opening.

At her full height she was able to easily scan the entire foyer for their redheaded friend.

Katie wasn't there.

She indicated this to Julie with a quick head shake. Then she grasped Julie's hand and started cutting a path through the crowd, towing her feline friend behind her.

In the next room Kristen found the source of the music.

This room was lit only by black light, making it difficult to recognize anyone among the assortment of partially fluorescent costumes. But Kristen knew that the glowing headphones, bobbing up and down behind the laptop setup, belonged to Stacy.

The sorority's primary party planner and de facto DJ was fully into the song, bouncing along with the beat and mouthing the words.

♪ I've been counting down the days and the nights ♪

♪ Since you last said that you loved me ♪

♪ And it's cold here in the shadows with no light ♪

♪ Since you last said that you loved me ♪

Kristen remembered that Stacy was one of only a handful of members who lived here in the sorority house. The two of them had exchanged words on a few occasions. Like all of the Kappa sisters, Stacy had been extremely welcoming, showing a genuine interest in getting to know Kristen, and letting Kristen know her.

Kristen had learned that Stacy was a fellow sophomore, and had joined Kappa Beta Gamma as a freshman the previous year. Stacy had an obvious passion for music, and she had spoken at length about raves and festivals -- a world that Kristen knew nothing about.

And clearly, when it came to parties, Stacy knew how to get people moving.

Everywhere she looked, people were getting caught up in the feeling of the song, their bodies moving energetically to the rhythm.

Dancing was definitely not one of Kristen's talents though, and she felt a little out of place in this room. So she gave Julie's hand a squeeze and the two began making their way through the darkness toward the next room.

The rear parlor was bathed in orange light.

When Kristen's eyes adjusted, she looked around, taking in the eerie Halloween-themed decor. Webbing hung from the ceiling above. Ornate standing candelabras and cutely carved jack o'lanterns lent their soft glow to the ambience.

The sorority's flair for spectacle never failed to impress Kristen. She had only ever attended one other Kappa party -- the one on the night of her initiation -- and she was struck by how different the atmosphere was tonight from how it had been on that occasion.

Suddenly, a pair of hands covered her eyes and a voice behind Kristen teased, "Guess who!"

"Haley!" Julie squealed with delight.

The hands fell away and Kristen spun around just in time to see Julie pounce on a life-sized western cowgirl Barbie, decked out in matching hot pink vest, pants, boots, and hat. As usual, Haley was looking effortlessly stylish in the simple but recognizable costume.

"Julieeee," Haley pouted as she accepted the cat-girl's exuberant embrace. "You were supposed to let her guess."

"Oh, right!" Julie replied. "Sorry, I'm just a little nervous. Hey, you look great! I mean your costume looks great. Not that you don't always look great no matter what you wear, because you do, I'm just saying -- okay come on, Julie, deep breath."

Kristen smiled and was about to greet Haley when a group of girls across the room, noticing the commotion, turned to them and waved.

Before Kristen could even react, Julie sprung off in their direction, the sight of her fellow sisters having apparently relieved her nervousness instantly.

"Hey... Kristen," Haley said, taking Kristen's hand. "Before we go over there, I just wanted to say something."

Kristen stopped. "What is it?"

"It's about that thing we talked about before. You know, my... boyfriend situation."

Kristen recalled that at their initiation ceremony Haley had been anxious about what her boyfriend would think about her giving herself fully to the group. She vaguely remembered giving Haley some sort of advice about following her heart.

"Well..." Haley's smile widened into a full grin. "I told him about the ceremony, and... you were right! Kristen, you were totally right! He understood when I explained about the sorority and... how it works. He wasn't upset at all."

"Haley, that's fantastic!" Kristen said, thrilled to hear that her friend's worries were unfounded.

"He did have kind of a lot of questions though," Haley said with a laugh.

Kristen chuckled sympathetically. "I bet he did."

"So... I just wanted to say..." Haley came forward to embrace Kristen. "Thank you. For helping me with that."

Haley's happiness felt good. Kristen returned the hug.

She felt Haley's soft lips against her cheek. And, purely from instinct, she turned her head so that her lips met Haley's. Both girls pulled back, smiling, and they laughed again.

"Now come on, everyone's gonna be so happy to see you!" Haley pulled Kristen over to where the others were standing and chatting.

Julie was awkwardly trying to figure out how to give Katie a hug without disturbing the delicate fairy wings on the redhead's back. And the orange light of the room was reflecting off of Liz's dazzling golden dress as she giggled her amusement. But Kristen's eyes were soon drawn to Meagan's elaborate and unique steampunk costume. Kristen was familiar with the genre and recognized the distinctive visual style right away.

Samantha and Elena, the two senior sisters who had conducted Kristen's initiation, were here with the group too. They were wearing matching velvet evening gowns -- Elena's in burnt orange, and Samantha's a deep midnight blue -- each with gorgeous, matching high-heeled pumps.

On her head, Elena wore a halo crown of golden sunrays. And Samantha, a crescent moon tiara. Both seniors hugged Kristen and welcomed her to the party.

Then Katie fluttered over to greet her. "Wow, Kristen, that's some dress," she said. "Is that why your and Julie's costumes were supposed to be a surprise?"

"Go on, tell them," Julie said, grinning.

"It was Julie's idea," Kristen said, with a hint of embarrassment blushing her cheeks. "I'm supposed to be a sorceress character from one of the games I play. And Julie is... my familiar."

"Oh, that's perfect!" Samantha cheered, eyeing the two girls again side by side.

Elena mimed taking a photo of them. "Arrasou!" she declared, her tone suggesting that the unfamiliar word was some form of compliment in her native Portuguese.

"You don't think it... shows a little too much?" Kristen asked the group at large.

Julie poked her. "Oh relax, Kris!"

Kris.

The two of them had become so close that Julie had staked her claim on a shortened version of Kristen's name. It was a habit Kristen found endearing, and she smiled inwardly whenever she heard it.

"Look around," Julie continued. "Everyone here who has cleavage is showing it." She nodded first to the low necklines of the matching evening gowns that Samantha and Elena were wearing. Then to the rest of the room.

It was then that Kristen realized she'd been so focused on her own wardrobe situation that she'd failed to notice what anyone else was wearing. When she looked around, she saw that it was true. Virtually every girl at the party was wearing some kind of sexy costume that highlighted her body and drew attention to her best features.

Julie was right.

There were girls here showing significantly more skin than Kristen was. And no one was giving them any strange looks. Everyone just seemed to be appreciating the beauty and sensuality that was around them.

Kristen suddenly felt a little more comfortable.

"You really do look great, both of you," Haley said, and made a playful two-handed cat pawing gesture toward Julie.

This assessment meant a lot, coming from Haley, who had the keenest fashion sense of anyone Kristen knew.

"See?" Julie smiled up at Kristen and gave her a quick peck on the lips. Julie had assured her that it would be fine. And Kristen was learning to trust her.

"So... who wants to dance?" Liz did a little shimmy and held out a hand.

Elena was the first to step forward. She took Liz's hand, and the group parted to give them some space.

It didn't take any time at all for the two of them to feel the pulse of the song and start matching their movements to its upbeat energy. They brought their bodies closer together until they were face to face, synchronizing their steps. Shining sun and golden goddess. Smiling at each other and letting themselves go.

Kristen already knew Liz excelled at this type of dancing. And she wasn't surprised to see that the Brazilian senior had a few impressive moves as well. Elena really knew how to show off her ass, and Kristen found herself becoming mesmerized by how it bounced and swayed under Elena's tight gown.

God, I bet she looks amazing naked.

Just as Kristen was thinking of ways she might get some alone time with Elena, a voice interrupted her concentration.

"May I have this dance, My Lady?"

Kristen turned to see Meagan's gloved hand, outstretched in her direction.

"Oh, I uh... I don't really know how to--"

Meagan cut off Kristen's stuttered reply with a gentle smile. "Neither do I." She took Kristen's hand and put her other arm around Kristen's waist. "So let's just...." She took a step. Kristen followed.

The two of them probably looked pretty silly, slow dancing to the bouncy electronic beat, but Kristen couldn't help grinning in spite of herself. Meagan led, and the two girls made clumsy circles around the dynamic duo of Liz and Elena.

Kristen brought her hand up and placed it on Meagan's shoulder. "I love your costume, by the way. It really suits you. It's a steampunk thing, right?"

Behind her large glasses, Meagan's eyes lit up with surprise. "You recognize it?"

Kristen nodded. "Mhm. I've played a few games with that kind of setting. I like it. Especially when they add an element of magic."

"Oh, me too!" Meagan enthused, clearly excited by their shared interest in the subject.

"And the fact that you made this outfit all by yourself, just for a party..." Kristen glanced down at the costume again, admiring the detailed craftsmanship. "You know we're all super impressed that you can do that. Right?"

Meagan's cheeks colored slightly at the compliment. "I know," she answered, "But it's really not that big of a deal. I can show you some of the basics sometime, if you're interested."

Kristen smiled. "I'd like that."

Meagan's hand squeezed more firmly around Kristen's waist, drawing their bodies closer.

Just as Kristen was thinking about how nice it felt to be pressed up close to Meagan, she caught a glimpse of Julie in the corner of her vision. The cat-girl was smiling at them, giving a thumbs up.

And completely unaware of the redheaded fairy, mischievously sneaking up on her.

Julie's eyes went wide with surprise as Katie grabbed her from behind and pulled her into an energetic dance of their own.

Haley and Samantha were quick to join them. And soon all eight sorority sisters were swept up by the atmosphere of the party.

Collectively, the girls' inhibitions faded as they fed off of each other's energies, and once again allowed themselves to find that safe, comfortable place that existed only for them, when they were together as a group.

As Liz and Elena's dancing became more playful, they started bumping up against each other. And from the vantage point of her embrace with Meagan, Kristen watched to see how the other girls would react to Liz and Elena's lead.

Haley backed herself into Samantha, and raised her arms. A clear invitation to touch, which the senior accepted, putting her hands around Haley's waist. The Barbie cowgirl responded by rolling her hips, as if she were riding an invisible Barbie horse.

Then Meagan turned so that suddenly Kristen was once again facing Liz and Elena. They were close together now, and Liz's hands were on Elena's ass, feeling the soft velvet material of the dress.

When the slow dance turned again, Katie and Julie came into view. The two petite partners' lips were pressed together, as they held hands, anchored in a playful hip-to-hip sway. The motion of Katie's body rocking in time with the song's rhythm caused her costume fairy wings to flap, as if with joy.

Kristen leaned all the way in, putting her cheek against Meagan's. The delicate scent of roses kissed her nose, and her head felt light. For a moment, Kristen closed her eyes as her other senses all became a tangle. The heady rush of perfume. The music swirling around them. The soft swell of Meagan's chest against hers.

"I like this a lot," she heard herself murmur into Meagan's ear.

"So do I," Meagan murmured back.

Then, a moment later, Kristen felt herself collide against a velvet wall.

Jarred from her serene trance, she opened her eyes to see that she and Meagan had crashed into Elena and Liz.

Instinctively, Kristen rushed to help Elena regain her balance. "Are you okay?" she asked.

Meagan was grasping Liz's arm, and issuing an apology. "Ohmygod I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where we were going."

For their part, Elena and Liz seemed to find the situation incredibly amusing. The pair began laughing so hard that they almost fell over again, and had to reach out to steady each other.

Kristen looked at Meagan, and saw a mirrored reflection of her own surprise turning to relief. Apparently the two of them had been so wrapped up in their blissful little bubble that neither of them had been directing their steps. So they'd just been following each other, veering completely off course.

She felt utterly ridiculous. But Liz and Elena's laughter was so contagious that Kristen and Meagan soon got caught up in it too.

And so did Katie, Julie, Haley, and Samantha. They had all stopped dancing and gathered around the scene of the accident.

"Okay, you two, I think we need to suspend your licenses," Katie teased.

"I think we'll just let them off with a warning," Samantha decreed, "considering no one was injured."

"A warning... and a timeout with me!" Julie giggled, as she took Meagan and Kristen by the hand and started pulling them toward one of the loveseats in a nearby corner of the room.

"Come on, Kris, let's make a Meagan sandwich."

The three of them sank into the soft cushions, with Meagan flanked by Kristen and Julie. The cat-girl began nuzzling Meagan's neck. It did feel nice to sit for a moment, and to observe the silent pleasure on Meagan's face as she enjoyed Julie's loving attention.

"That's not a bad idea actually. I could use a breather," Liz said. The rest of the group seemed to be in agreement, and they all piled onto an adjacent loveseat and began surveying the rest of the party around them.

There were a few more clusters of students around the room, some engaged in cheerful conversation, and others in various degrees of risqué dances inspired by Stacy's energetic song selections.

"Does anyone know who those two are? By the door?" Katie asked, from her perch on the arm of the loveseat.

Kristen followed Katie's line of sight to the set of ornate double doors that led out to the pool patio. The doors were closed now, since pool season was well behind them, and Kappa parties would be staying indoors until the Spring semester brought warmer weather.

Standing right in front of the two French doors were two French maids.

Huh?

Kristen did a mental double take. But her brain confirmed that her impression had been correct.

The two tall, slender brunettes were wearing two identical French maid costumes. Strangely, their faces were covered by what appeared to be masquerade masks -- an addition which clashed stylistically with the rest of their costumes.

"I remember seeing two girls wearing masks just like those at the last party," Katie continued. "What's the deal with that?"

Elena's answer came with a knowing smile. "April and June."

Katie looked at her. "April? And June?"

"Not their real names, I'm sure," Elena replied. "No one knows their real names, just like no one has seen their faces."

Samantha nodded. "They always wear the masks," she supplied. "And... they always do the same thing."

Kristen was too curious not to take the bait. "What's that?" she asked.

"Whatever anyone tells them to do."

Kristen exchanged a look of stunned bewilderment with Katie.

Elena explained. "About a year ago, Charlotte met them at some other party somewhere. Apparently they were putting on a very... interesting show. And, since then, she's been inviting them to every Kappa party."

"And they just stand there waiting for someone to tell them what to do?" Liz asked incredulously.

Elena smiled again. "Watch."

She got up and walked over to April and June. The two girls seemed to recognize Elena, and they exchanged what appeared to be a lengthy greeting, though Kristen couldn't hear their voices over the music at that distance.

Then, one at a time, Elena whispered something into each of their ears. And when she was finished, both girls nodded at her.

As Elena made her way back to where Kristen and the others were seated watching, the two French maids turned toward each other and slowly brought their mouths together in a tender kiss.

Elena returned, but no one noticed her taking her spot on the loveseat. The masked mystery girls, and their sudden and open display of affection, had captivated the entire group's attention.

Gradually, as April and June continued kissing, more heads around the room began to turn toward them. Some returned to their conversations, reacting as if this were just another normal night at the sorority house. But a few continued to watch, as the soft, gentle kiss continued to develop, with neither April nor June showing any sign of slowing down.

"Wow." Julie was the first of the group to verbalize her reaction.

Haley followed. "They... like doing this?"

As if to answer her question, one of the masked maids put her hands on the other's waist, and their bodies came just slightly closer together.

"They sure seem to," Liz observed.

Kristen marveled at how calmly these girls were carrying out what she assumed was Elena's whispered request, right here in front of everyone, not making the slightest attempt to hide it. Not only did they seem unfazed by the attention they were getting, but they appeared to be enjoying themselves thoroughly. They kissed each other slowly and sensually, taking their time. As if they had all night. Which, Kristen supposed, they did.

"What else do they do?" Katie asked.

"Anything," Elena replied.

"Anything?"

Samantha nodded in confirmation. "Anything except take off those masks, or reveal their identities."

"That's... so... cool," Meagan breathed, with obvious reverence.

Cool wasn't exactly the word Kristen would have used to describe the idea of fulfilling the sexual desires of a room full of strangers. Terrifying came to mind. But she wasn't surprised that Meagan would appreciate that type of fetish, or whatever it was.

"At every party," Samantha added, "whatever room those two are in tends to get a little... wild."

Kristen exchanged another look with Katie. This time, less bewildered and more intrigued.

"I think they love each other," Elena mused quietly.

Kristen could see it. The gentle way in which the two anonymous girls were kissing and caressing spoke of a devotion similar to what Kristen felt for her Kappa sisters.

"I asked them one time if they would consider pledging, but--" Elena stopped abruptly.

Kristen looked to see what had gotten Elena's attention. It was one of the other senior sisters, Diana. She was waving to Elena from the hallway.

"Looks like it's my turn for door duty," Elena said, standing. "I'll find you girls again a bit later. Se joguem!"

As if on cue, the music transitioned, and the next song's introductory piano stabs sailed through the air. Liz leapt to her golden-sandalled feet. "Oh, I love this one. Who's gonna dance with me?"

Meagan rose and rushed to Liz's side. "Do you think you could, maybe, show me how?"

Liz beamed a smile back at Meagan. "Girl, I would love to."

Then Katie held out her hand to Haley, who smiled and accepted.

As the four of them joined the fray, Samantha turned to Kristen and Julie.

"You know... it's okay if you're not into dancing," she said. Her voice carried a steady, reassuring warmth. "There's more than one way to have fun at a party."

Julie tilted her head slightly. "What do you mean?"

"Well, if you want..." The senior sister paused, her teeth catching her bottom lip for just an instant. "The three of us could go up to my room."

Oh!

Kirsten looked at Julie. An identical oh! was clearly written on her face as well.

A hint of playful mystery crept into Samantha's tone. "You see, I have this problem. And I could really use your... special talents."

Julie gave Kristen a look that said that she wasn't sure what Samantha meant by that, but wanted to find out.

Kristen wanted to find out too. She answered for both of them. "Okay... sure."

Happiness lit up Samantha's features. "Yeah?"

Kristen and Julie both nodded.

"Okay then. Let's go!"

*****

Chapter 3 - Haley

God, she has nice legs.

The green pixie skirt shifted as Katie bumped her hips side to side, giving Haley glimpses of the fairy-girl's creamy white upper thighs.

Haley knew how much the Kappa parties meant to Katie. And she knew that this one -- her first as a member of the sorority's party planning committee -- must be extra special to her. So Haley could appreciate Katie's enthusiasm and energy, wiggling her butt from side to side, as the two of them danced to the music together.

And when Katie turned around and showed Haley that brilliant smile, Haley understood the happiness that was behind it.

"Great party!" Haley said, intending it as a personal compliment. She gestured at the themed decorations. "You really nailed the classic Halloween feel."

She wouldn't have thought it possible, but Katie's smile grew even wider.

"Thanks! But I really only helped a little. Stacy came up with most of the ideas. She has a real talent for setting a vibe."

Haley hadn't yet met Stacy, the head of the party planning committee. But her looks had caught Haley's eye more than once at the pledge events. In particular, her natural blonde hair and blue eyes -- features that Haley had always felt drawn to.

Haley bit her lip. Her dancing slowed. "Can I ask a favor?"

"Anything!" Katie replied. It was just a single word, but Haley felt the sincerity of it deeply.

Only a few weeks ago, when they were pledging together, Katie had been a total stranger to her. All of the Kappa girls had been. But now, all because of the power of the initiation ceremony, Haley felt as if she would do anything for these girls. And she knew that feeling was what was held in Katie's single word response.

Haley trusted it. "Since you know Stacy pretty well now... would you introduce me?"

Understanding sparked in the redhead's eyes. She stopped dancing, leaned forward, and hugged Haley close. "Of course."

Haley caught the scent of strawberries as she enjoyed the closeness of the hug.

But it lasted only a moment before Katie pulled away. "Come on," she said, taking Haley's hand and leading her out of the rear parlor and back toward the front of the mansion.

As expected, they found Stacy in the corner of the black-lit music den, behind the laptop that was driving the DJ's set. When Haley and Katie entered the room, Stacy just happened to be looking up to see the dancers' reaction to the current selection. Katie seized this opportunity, jumping up and down and waving to get Stacy's attention.

It worked. Stacy saw Katie and waved back. Then Katie beckoned for Stacy to come join them. The DJ nodded, stepped down and made her way through the crowd of costumed dancers to where Haley and Katie stood. The three of them stepped out of the room so they could talk.

"Hey Katie, what's up? Is this song a banger or what?" Stacy's adrenaline-fueled introduction brought an instant smile to Haley's face. She liked this girl already.

"So good," Katie agreed. "Stacy, this is--"

"Haley. I know," Stacy interjected, turning to face Haley. "I've been wanting to meet you."

Haley wasn't easily rendered speechless, but the sight of Stacy in her Halloween costume was doing the trick.

Stacy had some kind of cyberpunk rave thing going on. Her crop top was of a light-reflective, holographic material, which produced a shimmering rainbow effect as she moved in it. Haley didn't know whether to look at the striking top itself or the sexy midriff that was exposed below it.

Black micro shorts hugged her hips over a pair of fishnet tights. Chunky, black combat boots gave the look an edgy flair.

And her silky blonde hair, just as lovely as Haley remembered, was put up in two high, eye-catching pigtails.

The effect was a lethal mix of intoxicating and badass. And while Haley stared into Stacy's bright blue eyes, momentarily forgetting what she wanted to say, the first lines of the song wrapped the girls in a haze of husky female vocals.

♪ I'm not invisible to you ♪

♪ Do my eyes, do my eyes speak true? ♪

♪ My soul's so in touch with yours tonight ♪

♪ Won't let my head, let my head take flight ♪

"I've been wanting to meet you too," Haley managed to say, just in time for the pause not to become too awkward. "Do you wanna, maybe, come dance with us for a bit?"

♪ We could leave this place ♪

♪ Freedom, ours to chase ♪

♪ What if I escape with you? ♪

"Hey, Katie?" Stacy turned to address the redhead, who appeared to be on the verge of laughing at Haley's starstruck reaction. "Would you mind taking over the laptop? It's mostly on autopilot but someone needs to watch it just in case--"

"Are you serious?" Katie's face lit up. "I can run the music?"

Stacy chuckled. "If you don't mind. Just so I can hang out with Haley for a while."

"Ohmygod you're the best," Katie squealed. She gave Stacy a quick embrace, then rushed back into the music den without another word.

Haley and Stacy shared a laugh together at this, which helped to break the ice, and Haley spotted a small steel stud in Stacy's tongue. Her navel, exposed by the short holographic crop top, was also pierced. As was her right nostril. Haley made a mental note that if the conversation stalled, she could ask about Stacy's piercings.

First though she wanted to mention how cool she thought Stacy's costume was. But right as she started to speak, Stacy started to say something also. Their words collided between them in a jumbled heap.

Haley grimaced. She normally glided smoothly through social situations. Why was she so off her game all of a sudden?

She tried to recover quickly, rushing out a "you first" before Stacy could say it too.

Stacy just smiled like nothing had happened, and said "I was just going to say it's kind of loud here. Do you want to go up to my room and talk?"

It was then that Haley noticed the sleek headphones hanging around Stacy's neck. She pointed at them. "Do you have to give those to Katie, so she can do the music thing?"

"Oh, these?" Stacy's eyes went down and she chuckled. "They're actually part of my costume."

"Oh!" Haley joined her in a laugh, which eased the tension again.

Stacy nodded in the direction of the foyer. "So... upstairs?"

"Lead the way," Haley answered, feeling her usual composure returning.

As they ascended the two flights of stairs that led up to the bedroom floor, Haley fished for a topic that would interest Stacy.

"So... did you pick all this music?" she asked.

Stacy nodded. "Most of it. A few of the other girls' favorites are in there too." She cast a quick glance in Haley's direction. "If you have one you want me to add next time, just let me know."

"Oh, thanks." Already Stacy was offering to do something nice for her. It was exactly the kind of behavior Haley had learned to expect from her fellow Kappa sisters. She hoped she would have something to offer Stacy as well.

When they reached the bedroom hallway, Stacy opened the door labeled number three, and stepped inside. Haley followed her in and was immediately impressed.

The chandelier above bestowed a soft glow on the canopy bed, plush sofa, armoire, and writing desk -- furnishings more suitable for a palace than a college girl's bedroom. When she noticed the small fireplace, Haley was immediately transported.

In her imagination, snow was falling outside the window while she and Stacy were cuddled together on the sofa. Flames from the fireplace cast their flickering light on them as they held each other close.

Then Stacy spoke, summoning Haley back from her cozy fantasy scene to the present.

"You're a Maycorn, aren't you?"

Haley wasn't sure she'd heard correctly. "A what?"

"A Maycorn," Stacy repeated. "Born in May. Am I right?"

"How did you--?"

"It's just a thing I do," Stacy waved the question away. "Whenever I talk to someone, I get a vibe from them that suggests a month. My parents think it's legit magic."

If Stacy was joking, her expression wasn't showing it.

"That's... really cool," Haley said, feeling simultaneously intrigued and bewildered. She had never heard of anyone having that kind of talent. She wondered how common it was, but before she could ask, Stacy was moving on to another subject.

"I like your hair. It's such a pretty color."

She likes my hair!

Haley's stomach did a little flip. It wasn't unusual for her to receive compliments on her striking cyan highlights. But it was exhilarating to think that Stacy might be hinting at feeling an attraction between them. Haley's excitement short-circuited her filter, and she blurted out the first thing that came into her head.

"If I had perfect hair like yours I wouldn't change it or color it at all."

The sophomore smiled. "Well, the color suits you. The other girls think so too."

"They do?"

Stacy answered with a sly smile. "You may or may not have been referred to as that pledge with the sexy highlights."

It made Haley curious to know that she was being talked about.

"What do they... say about me?"

"They just want to get to know you," Stacy replied, reaching up to twirl one of her blonde pigtails in her fingers. "And so do I."

She's into me!

Haley smiled. She was no stranger to being flirted with. And that's definitely what this was. She was sure of it now -- Stacy was attracted to her.

With this certainty came a boost of confidence and energy. "Okay," she said playfully, shifting her tone to signal an unambiguous invitation. "What do you want to know?"

A thoughtful pause fell over Stacy, during which she rolled her tongue stud back and forth, clicking it against her teeth in a motion which seemed entirely habitual. Her bright blue eyes pierced straight to Haley's core.

"How about this," she said, finally. She pulled the headphones from around her neck and placed them on the nearby desk. "Every time you tell me something about yourself, I'll take off another piece of my costume." The sly smile returned. "And we'll just see where that goes. Sound like fun?"

Haley's stomach did a somersault.

"I'm afraid of thunderstorms." The words were out before she even realized what she was going to say. It was an embarrassing detail to lead with, she realized.

But Stacy didn't laugh. She just kneeled down and pulled off her black combat boots one by one, then tossed them to the side and rose to meet Haley's eyes again. She didn't speak.

The delay gave Haley time to think of something more meaningful. "I'm majoring in education," she said, slowly, trying to hold back her anticipation to see what Stacy was going to take off next.

Silently, the sophomore shimmied her tight black shorts down her legs and kicked them to the side as well. Before Haley could say anything else, she was stopped in her tracks.

Under the fishnet tights, Stacy wasn't wearing any panties.

Haley heard the soft clicking of Stacy's tongue stud against her teeth. But the sound didn't draw her attention. She wasn't looking at Stacy's face.

They had only met each other minutes ago. And now Stacy was standing in front of Haley, motionless, and knowing full well that her tights did nothing to obscure the sight of her pussy.

"Is that all?" Stacy teased, when Haley didn't stop staring. "Run out of things to say about yourself already?"

"Oh! Um," Haley's head snapped back up and once again she rushed to say something. "I'm here because of my mom."

Stacy reached for the hem of her crop top, then paused. "What?"

Haley cleared her throat and found her normal voice again. "I mean, that's why I joined the sorority. My mom was a Kappa when she was in college. And she always talks about how much she loved it... how joining Kappa Beta Gamma was the best decision she ever made. So, I figured it had to be worth a try."

"And... what do you think?" Stacy asked, still wearing that sly smile.

Haley looked back down at Stacy's pussy. "I really like it," she replied.

"Good," Stacy responded, grabbing the hem of her crop top and pulling it up over her head.

Her perky tits bounced as she tossed the shirt aside. Small handfuls, capped with tiny bronze nipples, pointed straight at Haley.

Haley's mouth began to water, and she felt her heartbeat quickening dramatically.

"Anything else?" Stacy asked, sounding remarkably bold for a girl with nothing covering her except for a pair of skimpy fishnets. A girl whose entire body was being devoured by Haley's hungry gaze.

"One more thing," Haley answered. Her heart pounded in her chest as she said it. "I've wanted to kiss you since the moment we stepped into this room."

Stacy's hands went to the waist of her tights. This time her pause was a deliberate tease. "Is that really true?" she asked.

"Take those off," Haley countered, "and I'll show you how true it is."

Stacy seemed to like the boldness of these words. And she proceeded to slide her tights down slowly, theatrically. Haley's eyes followed every movement until this final piece of Stacy's costume was sitting discarded on the floor.

Then Stacy straightened to her full height and presented her naked body -- Haley's reward for sharing just a few simple facts about herself.

God, I love this sorority.

Stacy was lean, but with lusciously curving hips, a perfect balance of feminine allure. The fluff covering her mound was fine, and such a light blonde that it was almost white. Her skin was neither golden tanned, nor pale, but a very natural tone between the two. And her body was soft, suggesting that she, like Haley, got her fantastic body shape from lucky genetics, rather than frequent workouts.

Haley looked at Stacy's golden hair, bright blue eyes, and exquisitely proportioned figure. And she couldn't stop herself from saying it.

"You're beautiful," she whispered.

Some emotion buried deep within her began to stir. But she ignored it, stepping forward, whipping off her pink cowgirl hat, and casting it to the ground. She lunged into Stacy.

And their lips met.

Stacy returned the feverish kiss, clearly just as desperate for this as Haley was. Their lips seemed to fit perfectly together, and they found a rhythm almost instantly, as if they were made to kiss each other.

Passion began to light its fire in Haley's core. She parted her lips to allow their tongues to explore each other, and was met with something entirely new.

As Stacy's tongue slid past hers, Haley felt the distinctly solid presence of the steel stud. Slick and smooth, it glided over Haley's lip. It was an unfamiliar sensation, and she felt compelled to explore it. She opened her mouth wider to avoid letting the object hit her teeth, and felt her insides melt when Stacy's tongue responded by probing deeper.

Haley let out a soft, helpless groan against Stacy's mouth, her hands instinctively flying to Stacy's bare hips to pull that perfect, naked body flush against her own.

As the kiss went on and grew hungrier, Haley found the presence of the bead becoming less of a distraction and more of a turn-on. Stacy clearly knew how to maneuver it, swirling the warm steel around Haley's tongue and coaxing her to dizzying heights.

Haley felt the familiar warmth between her legs and knew she was getting wet already. She wondered if Stacy was too. She wanted to find out.

Keeping her hands on Stacy's hips, and trying not to break the kiss, she swung Stacy around and gently backed her toward the canopy bed.

When they reached it, Stacy sat, breaking the long, wet kiss. And as they both caught their breath, Haley knelt on the floor in front of the bed.

As if she sensed Haley's intention, Stacy separated her knees.

Haley studied Stacy's flower up close. It was puffy and swollen, and the petals spread apart enough to see the soft pink inside. Pink. Just like Haley's costume. Just like Haley's tongue.

She opened her mouth, and just before she leaned in, she flicked her eyes upward to see the look in Stacy's eyes. Haley wanted to see those gorgeous blue eyes one more time before she dove in and the delicate folds of Stacy's pussy became her entire world.

Hunger, personified, looked down on her. And she brought her mouth down on the succulent lips that were waiting for her, there between Stacy's legs.

"Ahh!" Stacy cried out at the contact.

Haley liked that. She loved vocal sex.

Early on, she'd discovered that she had a talent for working her partner into a frenzy using her voice. And, likewise, it drove her crazy to hear those moans and whimpers and shouts and yeses and oh-god-Haleys that told her how well she was doing.

Her absolute favorite thing to do when making love was to whisper into her partner's ear just as they were about to cum. And say something naughty. And watch as that pushed them over the edge. It was a skill she had perfected.

Of course, right now, with her head buried between Stacy's legs, she couldn't whisper. But she could still put her verbal talents to work.

"Oh god," Stacy said, in response to a long, slow swipe of Haley's tongue.

This was further confirmation that Stacy wasn't someone who needed to be quiet during sex. Haley planted a kiss on Stacy's swollen slit, then pulled her head back slightly.

"You want me to lick you again?" Haley teased.

"Yes!" Stacy exclaimed.

"Like this?" Haley made another long, slow swipe up the center of Stacy's pussy.

"Or like this?" She rubbed just the tip of her tongue across Stacy's clit, then back across the other direction, gently massaging it.

"Ohhh... fuck, yes like that," Stacy moaned, giving Haley what she wanted.

Haley could feel her panties start to soak through. She kept her tongue busy, flicking it over the sensitive flesh again and again. She listened for how Stacy's shallow breaths started to match the pace of the clit sweeps. Then she decided to get a little bolder.

"Is this what you wanted when you brought me up here?" she asked, using her sexy voice, the one that always came over her when her panties were soaked like this.

She began alternating between kissing the clit and drawing circles around it with her tongue.

"H-holy fuck," Stacy stammered. She ran her hands down through Haley's straight, silky hair.

"Is this what you wanted?" Haley repeated.

"Yes..."

A light amount of suction. A little bit of encouragement. "Yes, what?" Haley prompted.

"Yes, I wanted to have sex with you."

There it was. And Stacy got her reward. The sounds of noisy, slurping sucking filled the room.

"Oh god yes that feels so good."

Haley kept going, paying attention to Stacy's moans and cries. Using them to guide her as she ate the dripping wet pussy with everything she had.

When Stacy was panting, and clearly nearing her climax, Haley's horny voice returned.

"What did you want to do to me?" Haley asked. "Actually, don't answer that. Instead, how about this... if you cum right now, I'll let you do whatever you want to me, no matter what it is."

Now it was Haley's turn to wear the sly smile. "And we'll just see where that goes. Sound like fun?"

And with that, Haley lowered her lips, picked up a powerful suction, and held it.

Stacy shrieked as she came, grabbing the bedsheets in her fists and thrashing her pretty blonde pigtails from side to side.

Haley slowly disengaged her mouth, smiling with self-satisfaction. And she was about to tell Stacy how much she'd loved making her scream, when there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Hey, Stace? Are you in there?" came the voice from the other side.

Stacy bolted upright. She spoke quickly, in a hushed voice. "It's Charlotte. She probably heard me just now and knows I'm in here, and is just being polite. I know you're not used to any of this yet. Would it make you uncomfortable if I let her in?"

Haley wasn't expecting this, and it took her a moment to process what Stacy was saying. She didn't know Charlotte, personally. But she knew that the sisters of Kappa Beta Gamma didn't keep anything from each other. And she knew that extended to nudity and sex. So it made sense that when a fellow sorority member knocked on your door, you would let them in, even if you happened to be, as Stacy was, completely naked and freshly ravished.

Haley wasn't the kind of girl to be made uncomfortable by someone else's nudity, but it was thoughtful of Stacy to ask. "Um, no that's fine, she can come in," she answered.

Stacy smiled, gave Haley's hand a little squeeze, and yelled "Come on in!"

The bedroom door opened and a tall, willowy girl stepped through.

Charlotte's costume was a sexy homage to 1960s era sci-fi films. She wore a crisp, white zip-up bodysuit with silvery metallic panels on the sides and shoulders. She walked toward the bed in knee-high platform boots, also a shiny metallic silver.

But the two things Haley actually noticed first were Charlotte's blue eyes and her shoulder-length, honey blonde hair.

And for the second time that evening, Haley was struck speechless.

"Oh, hi. I'm Charlotte."

The space-girl held up a hand and greeted Haley, casually, as if Haley weren't kneeling at the foot of the bed between Stacy's open legs, face covered in the slick evidence of what she'd just been doing.

Haley wanted to answer, but she was too busy questioning whether this was really happening.

"This is Haley," Stacy supplied. "One of the new initiates. So... what's up?"

"Cool," Charlotte replied, with a calm smile. "Welcome."

"Thanks," Haley said, regaining control of her voice.

"Well, I don't want to interrupt anything," Charlotte said, finally acknowledging what had obviously been going on in the room before she entered. "The question I had can wait."

But she didn't turn to leave. Instead, her eyes made a quick run down Haley's body.

Is she... checking me out?

"Nice costume." Charlotte offered the compliment on Haley's hot pink outfit, which, Haley realized, was probably not as recognizable without the cowgirl hat.

"Thanks!" Stacy quipped, and shook her chest a bit, jiggling her bare tits. Her comedic timing drew a laugh from both Haley and Charlotte.

"Yes, yours is nice too, Stace," the space-girl replied.

"Well," she said, "I guess I'll leave you girls to it. Nice to meet you, Haley." She spun on her platform heel.

"Wait!" Haley called out. A thought was forming in her head. She was incredibly horny from making Stacy cum so loudly just moments ago. And Charlotte knew exactly what they had been doing. If she wasn't interested, she would have just left immediately. Right?

Haley felt as if she was starting to figure out the way things worked here at the Kappa house.

She turned to Stacy. "Is it okay if she joins us?" she asked, fairly confident that the proposal wouldn't shock anyone.

And she was right. Stacy grinned and clapped with joy. "That depends. Does she want to?" she teased, casting a glance in the space-girl's direction.

Charlotte was already unzipping her shiny knee-high boots.

Haley's pulse began racing again. Excitement surged through her at the thought of fucking two beautiful blonde girls at the same time.

Stacy grabbed Haley's hands, pulled her up to the bed, and gave her a sloppy wet kiss, adding to the mess of fluids that was already all over Haley's face. "Come here," she purred. "It's your turn."

Stacy flipped Haley down onto the bed on her back, and then kissed her again.

"I wasn't expecting that dirty mouth of yours earlier." She smiled. "I like it."

Haley giggled. She heard the thunk of boots being cast aside, then the zip of a bodysuit as Charlotte continued shedding her costume as quickly as she could.

"Wait for meeee," Charlotte implored.

Stacy had time for one more deep kiss before Charlotte jumped onto the bed beside them. "Okay, okay, my turn," she said.

When Stacy reluctantly ended the kiss and pulled back, Haley was presented with a view she would remember for her entire life.

Two sets of the most gorgeous blue eyes she had ever seen looked down on her. And she had to stifle another upwelling of emotion as Charlotte playfully greeted her once again.

"Hi, Haley."

Haley realized that she hadn't properly greeted Charlotte earlier, since she'd been too stunned at the time. To make up for that, she put as much sincerity as she could into her simple reply.

"Hi, Charlotte."

"That's better," Charlotte whispered gently, and pressed her lips against Haley's.

There was a rustle of movement and Haley felt a tug on her boots. Stacy was trying to get them off. Haley returned Charlotte's kiss, and twisted her legs a little bit to help Stacy.

When the boots came off, Stacy tugged at Haley's pink costume pants. Haley flexed her back, raising her butt off the bed to allow the pants to come down.

Charlotte broke the kiss and began to undo the three buttons on Haley's vest. This gave Haley a chance to finally look at Charlotte's body.

The tall, slender girl had skin a shade lighter than Stacy's. Her breasts were small, and sat exceptionally perky on her slight frame. Haley wanted to reach out and stroke Charlotte's skin, but shifting would have made undoing the vest buttons difficult for Charlotte. So Haley stayed still.

When the third button came undone, Charlotte opened the vest to reveal Haley's own breasts, and immediately reached down to gently cup the tender fruits.

As Haley sighed in pleasure, she felt Stacy tugging on her panties. Again she raised her butt, and the panties slid off.

Stacy wasted no time in pushing Haley's knees apart, and giving her pussy the relief it was so badly craving.

From the first lick, the tongue stud sent Haley spinning.

Her mouth opened wide but no sound emerged. Her eyes met Charlotte's. Charlotte was smiling at her, obviously recognizing the expression of wonderment on Haley's face.

Haley wanted to speak -- to tell them both how hot this was for her. But she couldn't. She just kept feeling that steel ball rolling up through her folds. Again and again. It tormented her. The firmness of it. The way Stacy pushed it into her, using her tongue expertly.

Haley was helpless to do anything but just lie back, accept the pleasure, and watch the amusement on Charlotte's face as the older blonde girl continued to caress and massage Haley's tits with her soft hands.

"She's good, isn't she?" Charlotte said, giving Haley's nipples a little tweak.

All Haley could do was bob her head up and down emphatically.

The tongue stud slid up all the way out of her groove, and Haley let out a small yelp.

Then Charlotte raised herself and swung a leg across to straddle Haley. She scooted forward, until her pink entrance hovered just above Haley's chin.

Yes. Yes! God, yes!

Haley could feel the heat radiating from it. She could smell the scent of Charlotte's arousal. And she dove in without the slightest hesitation, grabbing Charlotte's slim butt with both hands to steady it.

"Oh, fuck, Haley..." Charlotte moaned as Haley put everything she had into eating her sorority sister's pussy. This seemed to motivate Stacy, who sped up her skilled tonguing.

Haley felt the beginnings of an orgasm building within her, and buried her face even deeper in Charlotte's warm core. She knew her face was already coated with Stacy's juices, and now it was becoming even sloppier, as she feasted on her second blonde of the evening.

"Oh right there." Charlotte's voice was becoming raspy. "God, her mouth feels so good, Stace."

Was Charlotte a talker, too? She had such a pure, innocent look about her, that Haley hadn't expected her to be the type with a dirty mouth. But she was being surprisingly vocal, in the way that Haley loved so much.

"She ate you too, didn't she, Stace?" Charlotte asked, her voice rising in pitch. "Before I came in?"

"Mhm," Stacy grunted back, still using her expert tongue to bring Haley closer and closer to the brink.

"I bet-- unnngh!" Stacy was panting now. "I bet that looked hot... wish I... could've-- ahh, seen it."

Charlotte's struggle to get her words out tipped Haley over the edge. She shook violently as she came on Stacy's studded tongue. Pleasure shot forth from her center and ravaged her sensitive body.

"Ahhh! Oh fuck I'm cumming!" Charlotte gave one final cry as the fitful movements of Haley's convulsing mouth brought her to an intense climax of her own. A low, wavering hum accompanied her orgasm from beginning to end, as she rode through it on Haley's face.

As the shocks subsided, and their afterglows began to set in, Haley gave Charlotte's slit a few more gentle licks, loving the way that this brought back that low, wavering note.

She wondered if Charlotte was always this vocal during sex. If so, the two of them could have a lot of fun together.

Eventually Charlotte dismounted Haley's flushed and drenched face, then collapsed on the bed beside her.

Stacy joined them on the bed as well, first sharing the taste of Haley's pussy with Charlotte, then dropping down to cuddle Haley from the side.

As she lay sandwiched between the two golden-haired sophomores, Haley felt like she was in a dream. A perfect dream. The muted sounds of music downstairs and their slow breathing were the only sounds. And the longer the moment dragged on, the more she expected one of them to say something.

But Stacy and Charlotte said nothing, only snuggling up close to Haley's spent body. It felt so unbelievably nice.

So why was something pushing its way up from the depths?

She first noticed it when her breathing, which had been slowing, suddenly began to speed up. Then it became jumpy. Then a lump formed in her throat. And by the time she understood what was coming it was too late.

A sharp shudder racked her, small at first, then rolling into a ragged, hiccuping sob that shattered the peaceful quiet of the room.

Haley desperately tried to swallow the hot, bubbling pressure rising up from her chest, but it was useless. Tears spilled over her lashes, and burned across her cheeks.

Confusion gripped her. Why on earth was she crying? What was this nameless emotion pouring out of her? It wasn't sadness. She wasn't hurt. So why couldn't she stop?

Stacy shifted first, her arm tightening gently across Haley's waist. Then Charlotte's hand moved up as well, landing atop Stacy's. Neither of them made a sound. They simply squeezed her between them a little more tightly.

And that's when the floodgates collapsed.

A muffled sound tore from Haley's throat. She buried her face into the crook of Stacy's shoulder, as the tears came in torrents, and sob after sob racked her body. It was ridiculous -- she felt so foolish coming completely unraveled in the presence of these two girls she had just met.

"I'm... I don't--" she struggled to say, as embarrassment joined the pack of emotions seizing her.

"Shhh..." Stacy silenced her gently.

"It's okay to feel, honey," Charlotte whispered. "Let it out. You're safe here."

Their words didn't quell any of what Haley was feeling inside. But she had no choice but to trust them. Unable to speak, she just pressed deeper into the warmth of Stacy and Charlotte, and let the tears rain down until everything that was inside her had escaped.

Many minutes later, long after the emotion had subsided and Haley was still and her breathing quiet, still neither of her sorority sisters made any move to leave her side.

*****

Chapter 4 - Meagan

In the warm orange glow of the rear parlor, Liz's golden goddess outfit was taking on a life of its own as she demonstrated her smooth dance moves. Meagan had been trying her best to follow along, and over the course of the last few songs, she had been getting better.

Reaching up with one gloved hand to steady her studded top hat, Meagan attempted to roll her hips the way Liz was doing. She hadn't designed this costume for dancing, and the stiffness of her handmade bodice vest wasn't making the unfamiliar movement any easier.

"That's it!" Liz cheered Meagan on. "Remember -- just feel it."

♪ So you wanna dance ♪

♪ And you wanna be ♪

♪ A bat out of hell ♪

♪ Follow my lead ♪

Dancing was all about freedom, Liz had explained. It was about allowing yourself to detach from everything else, feel the song's pulse, and ride it. And Meagan was already getting better at focusing on the patterns in the music, and predicting where it was going to go next.

So when she heard the percussive beat cut out at the end of the next verse, and a soft chord began to swell, she knew the big bouncy chorus was coming.

She timed it perfectly.

Meagan threw her butt back and started shaking it in time with the kick's driving rhythm. A smile came to her face when she realized it was working. She was doing it.

♪ You wanna dance ♪

♪ You don't know how to get it on the floor ♪

♪ Then don't hold back for anyone ♪

♪ Close your eyes, just follow the inner light ♪

"Damn, Meagan. Looking good!"

Meagan felt her bouncing backside bump into someone. She turned around and saw Katie leaning in behind her. Katie's hands found Meagan's hips.

The redheaded fairy-girl had flitted off somewhere with Haley several songs ago and hadn't been seen since. Meagan was glad she was back.

Katie started to ask what she had missed, but stopped mid-sentence when she spotted the two brunettes in the French maid costumes across the room. April and June. Except one of them wasn't exactly in costume anymore. The top of her dress had been pushed down, leaving her naked from the waist up, except for the masquerade mask that continued to hide her identity.

Her breasts, round and perky, with light brown nipples were the center of attention for several nearby students. This included her partner, who was fondling them gently.

The students standing around the two brunettes appeared to be giving them instructions that Meagan couldn't hear from this distance. But it was pretty obvious, based on what was happening, what was being requested. The topless one tilted her head back and sighed as her friend took one exposed nipple in her mouth.

"How long has she been topless?" Katie asked, wide eyes drinking in the image.

Meagan shrugged. "I wasn't paying attention. Liz has been showing me how to dance." She smiled and did a little shimmy to demonstrate.

"I can see that!" Katie nodded with a grin. "Apparently she's a good teacher." She winked at Liz.

"Where did you go anyway?" Liz asked.

"Oh, just doing a little bit of matchmaking," Katie responded mysteriously. Then she quickly changed the subject, holding out her hand to Meagan and Liz. "Look what I found!"

A few small pieces of colorfully wrapped candy sat in her palm. "Wanna share?"

Meagan and Liz both reached to take a piece, but Katie pulled her hand back. "Nuh-uh, that's not what I meant." With a sly smile, she unwrapped one of the candies and put it in her mouth.

"Mmm, peach flavor," she said, as she moved the candy around her mouth with her tongue. "Do either of you like peach?"

Meagan was puzzled, but Liz seemed to be catching Katie's drift. "I love peach," she replied, mirroring the redhead's sly smile.

Katie brought herself close to Liz and tilted her head up to kiss the taller girl.

Meagan's eyes grew wide as she watched her two friends push their mouths tightly together. She couldn't see their tongues but she could tell that they were moving back and forth within the enclosed space.

The lively music continued thumping in the background. But neither Katie nor Liz was moving to it anymore. Katie reached up and twirled one of Liz's long black curls in her fingers.

After a few moments, the kiss softened. Katie gave Liz's lips a slow lick, and then pulled her head back.

"Mmm, not bad," Liz said, clearly enjoying the peach candy that was now in her mouth.

Meagan gasped. They had swapped the candy during the kiss! Her excitement burst out of her. "Can I taste it?"

Liz stepped toward her. "If you can get it out of my mouth," she teased.

Ooh, she's challenging me! This should be fun.

Meagan brought her face closer, letting Liz see the passion behind her glasses. Then she went in for the kiss.

Liz opened her mouth, as Katie had done, and allowed Meagan's tongue to enter. But she used her own tongue to block Meagan's access to the small sugary treat.

Meagan was still able to taste the peach flavor in Liz's mouth, and it made her even more eager to capture the candy.

The two girls struggled together, tongue versus tongue, and occasionally Meagan would get close. But she couldn't manage to liberate the candy from Liz's mouth. The kiss was nice though. And she found herself wrapping her arms around Liz's golden dress.

That was when Meagan heard the moans.

With her face pressed up against Liz's, Meagan couldn't see. But she knew the erotic sounds must be coming from April and June. And she found them to be a bit of a distraction from her efforts to obtain the peach candy.

That's it! That's what I need -- a distraction.

Mentally congratulating herself for thinking of something so devious, Meagan reached down suddenly with both hands and firmly grabbed hold of Liz's butt.

The trick worked. Liz's tongue fell and the candy rolled forward along it into Meagan's waiting mouth. Meagan pulled away, victorious and grinning. She pushed what was left of the peach candy around her mouth, savoring the sweetness.

"Oh, that was dirty," Liz commented with a smile. "She's good at this."

"Mhm," Katie mumbled, distracted. She was once again staring at April and June.

The two masked brunettes were, as Meagan had correctly assumed, the source of the moans of pleasure that were punctuating the backdrop of dance music. They were both topless now, and each reaching a hand under the other's short costume skirt. Their expressions of pleasure were mostly hidden by their masks, but Meagan could see their mouths contorting as they moaned. Clearly they were both enjoying each other's touch. As well as the thrill of being watched.

Meagan was fascinated. These two girls, who were probably no older than she was, were not only comfortable being exposed and pleasuring each other in public, but they seemed to be getting off on the attention. How would it feel, Meagan wondered, to have a roomful of strangers gawking at your naked body? And further, give up your control and subject yourself to their whims? To carry out whatever act they might request, no matter how depraved?

Just imagining it gave Meagan a thrill, and she felt her pussy responding.

What were April and June feeling right now, as they began sliding each other's dresses down all the way to the floor? They had no doubt been asked to do so by some member of their audience, who had decided that it was time for them to show the sheer black panties hiding underneath. Did they feel free to be completely uninhibited in this setting, merely because of the masks protecting their anonymity? Was this complete and willing sexual obedience their true nature? One that they were forced to hide by the light of day?

Meagan felt wetness seeping through her panties. Why was she so turned on by this? It was crazy. Wasn't it?

"It's cherry!"

Katie's voice pulled Meagan's attention away from the two sexy exhibitionists. The excitable sprite had unwrapped another small piece of candy.

Meagan noticed the bright red color as Katie held the little confection between her fingers.

"Oh, cherry is my favorite!" It was a slight exaggeration, but Meagan wanted to be the one to kiss Katie this time.

The sly smile returned to Katie's face. "Prove it," she challenged, and popped the red candy into her mouth.

Meagan didn't hesitate. She leaned in and brought her mouth to Katie's. The two girls pressed into each other.

For a moment, Meagan forgot what she was meant to be doing. The soft warmth of Katie's lips filled her with an intense longing. And she wanted only to continue feeling it for as long as possible.

Meagan felt Katie's palms come to her hips. She tilted her face slightly for a more pleasurable angle.

But then her tongue picked up the sweet traces of cherry from Katie's tongue, and she remembered she was supposed to be taking the candy.

Since her distraction trick had worked with Liz, Meagan figured she should try something similar now. And she knew the perfect way to distract Katie.

Meagan took hold of Katie's hands and slid them slowly upward.

Katie didn't break the kiss or pull her hands back. She allowed her hands to be guided up and onto Meagan's costume vest. Then upward still, until they reached the swell of Meagan's breasts.

Meagan pressed her chest forward into Katie's palms, and Katie pressed back.

The two of them, Meagan now realized, were engaged in what would appear to anyone watching to be a full-on makeout session. Katie had taken the bait and was eagerly feeling up Meagan's tits through the vest. And their kiss was growing ever more forceful in the contest to win the cherry candy.

People were almost certainly watching them. And, unexpectedly, that turned Meagan on even more.

As she continued to kiss her friend, she imagined the two of them going even further. Stripping each other out of their costumes. Putting their hands and mouths all over each other. Just as April and June were doing. A crowd of students forming around them, all eyeing them with lustful expressions.

Meagan's trick had backfired. She was having trouble focusing on retrieving the candy. It was all she could do to stop from rubbing herself against Katie's leg.

But Katie seemed to be in the same boat. Her tongue was no longer guarding the candy at all. And when the passion of their kiss tilted the angle of their faces again, the small red orb rolled into Meagan's mouth on its own.

The exchange surprised both of them, and they broke their long liplock to find that, in fact, the only one watching them was a very envious-looking Liz. Meagan smiled and sucked on her sweet cherry prize.

Katie scowled at her defeat, and reluctantly took her hands off Meagan's chest. "She does play dirty," she said, in agreement with Liz's earlier assessment.

"So we'll just have to play dirtier," Liz replied, and leaned over to whisper something into Katie's ear. Katie smiled and nodded.

Then Liz turned to Meagan. "You have to share too, you know," she said, and without any further warning, pulled Meagan in for a kiss.

Now it was Meagan's turn to block Liz's invading tongue from stealing the candy. But she found that all she wanted to do was to grab Liz's tongue with her lips and suck on it as if it were made of sugar.

And to make matters worse, she suddenly felt Katie's mouth against her ear, whispering.

"You know... I still remember, during our initiation, when you were riding Kristen's mouth. And I was kissing your neck."

Katie's words conjured the memory of that moment. The Sister May I challenge had turned into a free-for-all of sexual exploration between the six pledges. The taste of Haley's pussy was fresh on Meagan's lips, after she'd used her tongue to bring the blonde to an intense orgasm. And Kristen had invited Meagan to sit on her face.

Meagan had been working her way to her second orgasm of the evening, she recalled, when all the other pledges had joined in to help her. Liz had taken hold of Meagan's long hair and was stroking it. Haley had experimented with giving Meagan's tits and nipples the rough treatment that they craved. And, meanwhile, Julie and Katie had started kissing the sides of Meagan's neck.

It had been sensory overload for Meagan, and her pussy flooded even now at the thought of it.

Katie whispered again.

"I seem to recall that you liked... this..."

Oh no!

Meagan felt her willpower fading as Katie's open mouth pressed into her neck. Meagan remembered. She knew it was coming. Then she felt it.

The small love bite sent Meagan spiraling.

She might have fallen to the floor if Liz and Katie hadn't been ready to hold her up when it happened. Her two friends helped steady her as Meagan recovered from the gentle teething -- her biggest weakness. And they knew it.

Liz opened her mouth and showed her tongue, with the little red cherry candy sitting on it. Katie clapped.

Meagan couldn't help but laugh. She tipped her hat in Katie's direction. "Well played, m'lady. Well played."

Just then, from across the room, another loud moan cut through the music. The three of them turned toward the sound. But their view of April and June was now blocked by the crowd of excited students around them.

The sexy exhibitionists' erotic display had not only drawn more interest, but it also appeared to be loosening inhibitions all across the room. Several costumed couples were not so much dancing as grinding on each other. A few more were locked in passionate kisses, as Meagan had just been. There were even students blatantly touching each other through their clothes as they stood and watched whatever April and June were now doing to each other.

When Meagan looked back at Katie and Liz, and they looked at her, she could tell that they were all thinking the same thing.

This party was about to become very interesting.

At that moment, the bouncy dance song transitioned into something with a more laid-back, sexy vibe. Katie's hips started swaying immediately, as if the response were automatic.

"Oooh, I like this one," she cooed, getting into the downbeat rhythm with her whole body. Her delicate fairy wings bobbed subtly with each movement, as she raised her hands in the air and rolled her wrists, weaving slow hypnotic loops that matched her gyrations.

When she lost herself in dancing, Katie was truly a magnificent sight to behold. And she took Meagan's breath away.

Liz brushed Meagan's arm affectionately. "Are you ready to show her what you learned?"

Meagan had never been more ready in her life. She met Katie's shining emerald gaze. They both smiled.

And she gave herself to the music.

*****

Chapter 5 - Julie

Julie couldn't keep her curiosity at bay any longer.

Time had flown by, as she, Kristen, and Samantha chatted and giggled together on the sofa in Samantha's upstairs bedroom.

It had been really nice to get to know their senior sister better. Samantha had shared stories -- some heart-warming, some hilarious, and others bordering on scandalous -- of her time in Kappa Beta Gamma. She'd spoken of the shy, insecure girl she had been as a freshman pledge, and of the ways the sorority had helped pull her out of her shell and transform her into the person she was now.

Julie could tell that Samantha believed with all her heart in the founding principles of Kappa Beta Gamma. In the power of kindness. Of positivity. Of taking every opportunity to make others feel good about themselves.

In the power of bringing out the best in everyone around you.

And, after hearing just bits and pieces of what Samantha had experienced and witnessed as a member of the sisterhood, Julie could understand why.

Samantha had also been keen to learn all about Julie's history with the cello and about Kristen's interest in games. She'd asked questions, dug for details, and prompted them to share stories of their own.

The result of all this was an intoxicating closeness that Julie now felt with Samanth and Kristen, as if they'd known each other for years rather than just weeks. And she was suddenly aware of feeling an immense sense of gratitude to herself, that she'd chosen to come to this party tonight.

She couldn't escape the question that was nagging at her though. Before they had come upstairs, Samantha had hinted at having something specific in mind for them. And Julie just had to know what that was.

At the next break in the conversation, she asked.

"Earlier you said something about having a problem that needed our special talents?"

Samantha smiled. Then she rose from the sofa and went to sit on her bed, facing the two younger girls.

"I did say that."

Samantha fixed Kristen with a look that Julie interpreted as somewhere between playfulness and concern.

"You see, Madam Sorceress," she said, "I'm in a terrible predicament, and I'm hoping that your magical abilities can help me."

Julie and Kristen glanced at each other, found matching blank expressions, and then resumed listening.

"One year ago," Samantha continued, "a curse was placed upon me by an evil witch. And ever since then I've been completely unable to become..." Her eyes flicked over to Julie. "... aroused."

Julie's mouth fell open. But she snapped it shut again before any of her usual nervous rambles could escape. What was Samantha doing? Was this some kind of Halloween story?

Samantha was still staring at Julie, waiting for her to put it together.

Madam Sorceress...

Kristen's costume was based on a sorceress from a roleplaying game. It clicked. Samantha was creating a fantasy scenario based on their costumes!

And that would make me...

Julie's own costume cast her as the sorceress's feline familiar.

And she wants us to...

The realization hit Julie with a surge of excitement that pushed her into character instantly.

"W-we can help break the curse!" she almost shouted. Then she turned to Kristen. "Can't we... mistress?"

Kristen's eyes went wide. "What?"

"You know," Julie whispered, "because I'm your familiar. Isn't that what I should call you?"

A light bulb lit up above Kristen's head.

"Oh! Um... right, yes. I guess."

Julie pressed a little more, hoping that this wasn't moving too fast for Kristen. She knew that strange situations sometimes made her friend self-conscious.

"Well, mistress?" she urged. "Look at her... she really needs our help."

Kristen looked at Samantha, whose expression now betrayed simple, unambiguous desire. There was nothing ambiguous about her tone, either, as Samantha spoke her next line.

"I'd be... so grateful, Madam Sorceress," she said, slowly and emphatically. "If you help me, I'll repay you in any way I can."

Julie watched the transformation as Kristen visibly relaxed and composed herself before responding. She felt immensely proud of how well her friend was learning to conquer her social anxieties.

"You're in luck," Kristen replied confidently. "Breaking curses..." She showed Julie a brief meaningful smile. "That's something I've been working on recently."

Julie's body wiggled, unable to contain her excitement that Kristen was playing along. Then she nodded, encouraging her friend -- no, her mistress -- to continue.

Kristen's next line was fully in character. "First," she said to Samantha, "we'll have to prepare your body to receive my magic."

The senior sister raised her eyebrows. "Oh? What should I do?"

Kristen hesitated slightly. "Is it okay if we... remove your dress?"

Samantha's reaction was genuine. "Of course," she replied. "Please do whatever you need to do, Madam Sorceress. I put myself entirely in your hands."

"Julie?" The sorceress summoned her familiar.

"Yes, Mistress?"

"Help her."

Julie felt a stirring between her legs. She didn't know if it came from being told what to do, or from the anticipation of what was about to happen. "Gladly."

Samantha stood and removed her crescent moon tiara. Julie stepped forward to take it, and caught sight of a single strand of Samantha's hair that remained attached to the costume headpiece. Long, perfectly straight, espresso brown. She looked up at Samantha, and was suddenly acutely aware of how much taller the senior was. Samantha had a presence that might have been intimidating, had Julie not known what a kind and caring person lay behind those cool blue-grey eyes.

Julie set the tiara on the dresser, then knelt down to unbuckle the ankle straps on Samantha's midnight blue heels. Without a word being spoken between them, Julie held the heels in place while Samantha stepped out of them.

What had been a stirring between her legs was now significantly more than that. Julie couldn't believe how much this simple act was turning her on. And she was just getting started.

Next, Julie stepped behind Samantha, located the zip on the dark blue evening gown, and pulled it down. The gown fell off Samantha's slim shoulders, and Julie helped lower it to the ground so that Samantha could step out of it.

Julie drank in the sight of the black lacy bra and panty set that hugged Samantha's body. It was so feminine. So alluring. She couldn't help but imagine what she herself would look like wearing something like that. Would she look as womanly as Samantha did? As elegant? For that matter, would anyone?

Lost in her appreciation of Samantha's body, Julie barely registered the sound of her mistress's voice.

"Next we need to remove your undergarments."

Samantha feigned surprise. "You do?"

"Clothing of any kind will... hinder our chances of success," the sorceress explained.

"I see. Go ahead then."

Still standing behind Samantha, Julie reached up and undid the clasp on the black bra. The senior stayed completely still, so that Julie could slide the straps down her arms. Julie envied the view that Kristen was getting. But she continued her task.

Carefully, she grasped the lacy panties and pulled them down to the floor, leaving Samantha fully naked.

"You can, uh, sit back on the edge of the bed now," Kristen said.

Julie moved, allowing Samantha to sit. Showing impressive poise, Samantha straightened her back and crossed one leg over the other. Finally Julie was able to step back and get a good look.

Samantha's nude body was, simply, awe-inspiring. She looked as if she worked out regularly to stay in shape -- something Julie had always found herself unmotivated to do. And her lean physique only accentuated the remarkable size and fullness of her breasts. Bronze nipples sat high on the round globes, which rested against Samantha's chest with a pillow-like softness. Julie found herself aching to know how they felt.

After a few moments of silence, a faint rosy blush began to creep into Samantha's usually composed face, betraying a hint of vulnerability under the heavy gaze of the sorceress and her familiar.

Julie tore her eyes away and looked over at Kristen. "Uh... Mistress?" she prompted softly.

Kristen cleared her throat and slipped back into her role.

"My familiar's mana," she intoned with authority, "amplifies my magic. She can transfer her mana to your body by physical contact."

A wide, eager grin spread across Julie's face at the implication of those words. She looked to Kristen, waiting for a signal that she should begin. The sorceress met her eyes with a single, deliberate nod.

Trying to play the part of a mystical familiar who would know exactly how to channel her energy, Julie stepped up to the edge of the bed and made a show of removing her black costume gloves while Samantha watched. She dropped them on the floor and then gently placed her hands on Samantha's bare shoulders. The senior's ivory skin felt deliciously warm and smooth.

Julie slid her palms down the length of Samantha's arms, before drawing them back up again in a deliberate, agonizing sweep designed to activate every last nerve ending. The touch drew a soft sigh from Samantha. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and her posture melted just enough that Julie noticed.

Seeing and hearing the profound effect that she was having on Samantha was intoxicating. Julie was getting very wet now. She felt her facade slipping, being replaced by an overwhelming, restless urge. She couldn't wait any longer. Trailing her hands inward from Samantha's shoulders, she let her palms glide down the senior's collarbone.

Both the familiar and her subject inhaled sharply when Julie moved her hands lower, to finally capture the heavy, soft weight of Samantha's breasts. They were just as pillowy and yielding as Julie had imagined. And she held in her breath as her thumbs began to explore the curves with a reverent fascination.

She was so entirely absorbed in the mesmerizing feel of Samantha's body that she jumped slightly at a sudden, sharp tug at the nape of her neck. The metal teeth of her catsuit's zipper parted, then glided smoothly down the center of her spine.

"As much direct, physical contact as possible." The sorceress's commanding voice came from directly behind Julie.

Kristen's hands gripped the dark, stretchy fabric at Julie's shoulders, pulling it wide and peeling the restrictive catsuit down off of Julie's petite body.

Julie caught Samantha's blue-grey eyes following Kristen's slow progress. It was exhilarating to be revealed, so slowly, to the older girl's stare. And to see the delight register on Samantha's face when she saw that Julie was wearing nothing underneath.

It was Julie's sexy secret. Only Kristen knew, and that was because they had dressed together before the party. The catsuit costume had provided Julie with the perfect opportunity to try something she had never done before: venture out in public with no underwear.

Nearly flat-chested, Julie had never really had any need for bras. The simple bralettes she wore were only to appease her mother, who would have been scandalized to know that her daughter was out in public without one. However, now that Julie was living in the girls' dorm, she was being exposed to all kinds of new possibilities.

She was learning that, in college, girls wore whatever they wanted. Some wore the kinds of skimpy outfits that Julie's mother would never approve of. Short skirts and low cut tops were both common, depending on what they were trying to show off.

And many girls with breasts larger than Julie's went all around campus wearing tight tops that made it very obvious that they were braless.

The common thread, Julie figured, was that all the girls were dressing in ways that made them feel sexy. And, coming from her conservative upbringing, that was a new prospect for Julie. One that excited her and made her curious.

Julie didn't think she had the right kind of body to feel sexy by wearing revealing clothing. But the idea of foregoing underwear was, when she was in the right mood, very tempting. She could feel sexy without advertising it to the other students. Just her own little private intimate secret.

Except that now, as Kristen pulled the suit down Julie's legs, it was no longer a secret. Samantha's lips rounded in an O as the glistening wetness of Julie's bare pussy came into view.

Julie stepped out of the catsuit and, though her heart was pounding, she continued to play her role. She reached out and placed a hand assertively on Samantha's thigh. Taking the cue, Samantha obligingly uncrossed her legs, then parted her knees to make room.

Julie turned her back to the senior and smoothly lowered herself down, sinking right into Samantha's open lap. She leaned back, letting her weight settle into those pillowy tits. Then, fulfilling her mistress's order to the letter, Julie shifted and slithered against the older girl, her bare skin gliding over Samantha's in a desperate attempt to bring as much of their bodies into contact as possible.

As she writhed and squirmed on Samantha's lap, Julie looked up at Kristen. The sorceress had taken a slow step backward, pausing to simply watch this mesmerizing demonstration of mana transfer. The intense, heated focus in Kristen's eyes made Julie's pussy drip onto Samantha's thighs. Behind her, Julie could feel the senior's nipples harden into tight peaks against her bare shoulder blades, as Samantha's body helplessly betrayed the pretense of the fictional curse.

Julie tipped her head back slightly, staying fully immersed in her feline character, and pitched her voice into the most seductive tone she could muster.

"Is this good, Mistress?"

Kristen's eyes remained locked on the sight before her, her chest rising and falling with a slightly quicker rhythm. "Is her body prepared for my magic?"

"Yes," Julie breathed.

"Very good," Kristen replied, using the sorceress's commanding tone. "To my side, then."

Julie obediently hopped up from Samantha's lap, though she mourned the sudden loss of the senior's intoxicating body heat. She hurried over to Kristen and immediately attached herself to the side of her mistress. Leaning her weight against the taller girl, Julie let out a soft, audible purr, happily rubbing her naked shoulder and hip against the smooth material of Kristen's gown.

From the bed, Samantha looked up at the two of them. Her chest was heaving with shallow breaths, her posture practically begging for the ritual to continue. "Now what... Madam Sorceress?"

Julie looked up at her beloved mistress. Kristen radiated the presence of a powerful magic user who had the situation entirely under control. When she finally responded, her tone was perfectly calm and measured.

"Now... we break the curse."

The sorceress brought her hands up to cup Julie's face, then leaned in to capture her lips in a deep, urgent kiss. Julie gasped against Kristen's mouth, completely surrendering to the sudden passion of her mistress's embrace. Their tongues tangled in a frantic exchange that made Julie's knees go weak.

The burning kiss quickly consumed all the oxygen in the room, leaving the two girls breathless. Julie turned her flushed face back toward the bed and found Samantha watching them intently, completely enraptured by the display.

"Is it working?" Julie asked, surprised by the amount of lust she detected in her own voice. "Do you feel anything?"

Samantha's lips curved into a devastating smile. "I think it's definitely starting to work."

That was all the encouragement Julie needed. She spun back to Kristen, her eager hands finding the hidden zipper at the back of the sorceress's elegant gown. With a swift, fluid motion, she pulled it down, helping Kristen shrug the gown off her shoulders and into a pool at their feet.

Kristen didn't hesitate. She practically tore off her bra and panties, tossing them aside until she was as gloriously bare as Julie and Samantha.

Seeing Kristen like this -- completely exposed, and looking at her with such raw, unfiltered adoration -- made Julie's heart swell. They reached for each other simultaneously. Julie's hands desperately roamed her friend's generous curves, while Kristen clutched Julie's small ass in both hands and squeezed.

Julie exhaled in relief to finally receive her mistress's touch. She continued to explore Kristen's body, drawing on their sexual experience together to make sure she touched Kristen in all the ways she knew her friend liked.

As she was rubbing Kristen's butt with one hand and caressing a firm breast with the other, Julie felt Kristen's lips on her neck. The contact sent a shiver through her, and for a moment Kristen's affections almost made her forget about Samantha completely. But a soft, stifled moan from the bed drew her attention.

Julie turned to look at the source of the noise, and she stopped breathing.

Samantha was leaning back on the mattress, a picture of pure, unbridled desire. One of her hands was busy palming the soft weight of her own breast, kneading the flesh, while her other hand had slipped down between her legs.

"Look..." Julie whispered. "I think the curse is broken."

The sorceress blinked as her gaze locked onto the beautiful, writhing senior on the bed. Julie continued gently stroking her mistress's sensitive places for a few moments, while Kristen just watched.

Finally, Kristen found her voice. "Did we succeed?" she asked Samantha. "Are you now able to...?"

Samantha met their stares and nodded slowly. "Mhm," she hummed, a deeply satisfied sound. "Now maybe there's some way I can... show you both how thankful I am?"

With an inviting curl of her finger, Samantha beckoned the sorceress and her familiar to join her on the bed.

*****

Chapter 6 - Elena

Meanwhile, back downstairs, a sexy downtempo track was prowling the corridors and seeping through the walls into every room. But the music was only one of many things that met Elena's ears as she stepped into the orange glow of the rear parlor.

Moans and whimpers were coming from every corner of the large room. The sofas were covered with amorous couples, engaged in every kind of act -- from intense makeouts, to rubbing over clothing, to grinding, and even full-on sex. The rest of the students, either standing or dancing, were all touching themselves or someone else as well. The parlor was awash in erotic sights and sounds.

And in the center of it all, on the floor, were April and June.

The two slim brunettes were now completely undressed, with the exception of the masks hiding their faces. Although still very similar in appearance, the differences between their bodies were more apparent now. And Elena was able to recognize the girl on the left as June by the shape of her large, dark brown nipples. And by the small mole just above her navel.

June had her legs intertwined with April's. Her head was tilted back, mouth open wide in ecstasy, as she and her friend scissored each other with wild abandon.

The sight of these two lovely mystery girls making passionate love in public was something that Elena always enjoyed about the Kappa parties. But for some reason it hit her especially hard tonight. She paused and stood, captivated by the sacred act of eroticism that they were inviting her to witness.

April and June gripped each other's hands tightly, as if each of them were trying to pull the other girl inside her. Their pussies, slick with their combined juices, moved back and forth over each other as they rolled their hips in a slow, steady rhythm that matched the sexy background music.

Elena smiled as she realized that they were using the music as a means to keep their tribbing in sync, and maximize the pleasure they could give each other in this position. She began to feel a burning deep within her own sex, as she imagined how good the scissoring must feel, and then multiplied that by the additional thrill that she knew the two exhibitionists were getting from being watched.

The thought caused Elena's nipples to spring to life beneath her velvet gown. And it took some restraint to keep her hand from reaching between her legs to feel her heat. It was no wonder that so many of the other students in the room were well on their way to either masturbating or having sex with their partners.

Elena considered joining them. It would feel good. But in her heart she knew it wouldn't satisfy her. Not tonight.

♪ I was on fire for you ♪

♪ Where did you go? ♪

♪ I could've died for you ♪

♪ How could you not know? ♪

As the two brunettes continued to gyrate against each other, a nearby student knelt down and put her mouth to April's ear. She spoke something that Elena couldn't hear, and April responded by slowing her gyrations to a halt, and sitting upright. She pulled June toward her and into a passionate, desperate kiss.

Elena needed to find Samantha. Now.

Wondering if maybe she was still dancing with the others, Elena made her way around to the other side of the room, searching for her friend through the dim orange haze. Velvety soft vocals followed behind her.

♪ My heart just dropped ♪

♪ Thinking about you ♪

♪ My heart just stops ♪

♪ When I'm without you ♪

Elena spotted Haley's bright pink cowgirl hat and headed for it. She was surprised to find Haley with Stacy, the two of them slow dancing in a tight embrace. Elena hated to interrupt, but her need was urgent.

She caught Haley's eye, and Haley gave her a wide smile. "Hey Elena!"

Stacy turned, saw Elena, and gave her a warm hug in greeting.

"Oi, meninas! I'm looking for Samantha. Have you seen her?"

The Barbie girl scrunched her nose in thought. It was one of Haley's more adorable looks. And it came dangerously close to distracting Elena from her goal.

"Oh yeah!" Haley remembered. "She left a while ago with Kristen and Julie. I think they were going upstairs."

Of course! That's why she hadn't been able to find Samantha at the party. The little minx had snuck off early for some fun.

Elena cupped Haley's face in her hands and pressed a grateful kiss to her lips before issuing a quick "Valeu!" and leaving the pair to enjoy each other's company.

Her high heels clicked rapidly against the floor as Elena raced through the party back to the foyer, then up two flights of stairs and into the hallway, stopping at the door of bedroom number one.

There, Elena paused to check that her hair was still neatly arranged. Then she knocked lightly.

"It's Elena. Sister may I come in?"

Samantha would recognize the reference to the sorority's initiation ceremony as a signal that Elena knew she was engaged in some bond strengthening, and wanted to join.

As expected, a few seconds later she heard Samantha call back inviting her to enter.

With anticipation rising in her stomach, Elena slipped inside, shutting the door behind her. Immediately her eyes were drawn to the scene on the bed. A union of three very different, but distinctly beautiful, naked bodies. A celebration of feminine intimacy and desire.

Samantha was lying on her back, with Kristen's fingers filling her pussy and Julie latched onto one tit, nipping and suckling as if her life depended on it.

The glow of anticipation exploded into a shower of hot sparks.

Samantha raised her arm and grasped at the air, as if she could pull Elena toward her by an invisible tether.

Struck speechless by the sight in front of her, Elena's hands automatically went for the ankle straps on her heels. But Samantha stopped her.

"No," she pleaded, breathless. "Leave them on."

Elena approached three girls on the bed, earning welcoming smiles from Kristen and Samantha. Even Julie stopped her hungry suckling and looked up, stretching a string of saliva between her lips and the swollen nipple.

Without thinking, Elena grasped Kristen's hand and slowly pulled her fingers out of Samantha's dripping hole. Then she licked Kristen's wet fingers, tasting Samantha's familiar musky flavor, while making eye contact with each of the other girls in turn.

"Hi, girls," Elena said, finally. Then she released Kristen's hand.

Kristen looked at it, swallowed hard, then spoke. "Julie. Help her."

"Yes, mistress," Julie replied, springing into action. She circled behind Elena, found the zip of her gown, and pulled it down.

Mistress? What's that all about?

While the velvet dress slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor, Elena considered the implications of Julie's reply. But then suddenly she felt Julie's lips on her back, and she forgot all about it.

The petite Korean girl's small hands gave Elena's round ass a few appreciative squeezes, then found the waistband of Elena's white thong panties -- the only thing she'd been wearing under her gown.

Julie's kisses traveled downward as she tugged the panties down over Elena's wide hips.

When the thong fell to the floor, both Kristen and Samantha lowered their gaze to Elena's pussy. Waxed and fully bare, she knew they'd be able to see how much she was dripping for them. For this.

Samantha held out her hand again. Elena took it and was pulled onto the bed beside her friend.

The calm blue-grey of Samantha's eyes always reminded Elena of the ocean. It was her peace. Her home.

"Amorzinho," she cooed.

Julie's high voice cut through the tender moment. "What does that mean?" she asked.

Samantha smirked. "It means she wants you to get on top of her."

"Oh, okay!" Julie wiggled excitedly as she crawled up onto Elena's body.

"The other way." Samantha made a spinning gesture with her finger.

"Oh!!" Julie giggled, then turned around and lowered herself onto Elena in sixty-nine position.

Thanks to Samantha's playful idea -- and Julie's willingness -- Elena now found herself face to face for the first time with the adorable freshman's perfect little pussy. The lips were darkened and swollen -- ready for Elena's tongue.

A shifting beside her caught her attention, and Elena noticed that Kristen was following suit and climbing onto Samantha. When the curvy sophomore was in place, she didn't wait. She dropped her head between Samantha's legs, spilling her strawberry blonde curls all around them.

And at exactly the same time, Elena felt the first delicious sensations of Julie's mouth pressing against her own button.

Only a few weeks ago, Elena knew, Julie had been completely inexperienced at this. Clearly, since then, she had been honing her skills with Kristen and the others.

Julie's tongue flicked with practiced speed over Elena's folds, sending her soaring very quickly.

"Meu Deus!" Elena gasped.

She reached up to reciprocate, and spread Julie's small pussy with her fingers, revealing the even smaller inner lips. She could smell the sweet scent of Julie's arousal even before her tongue made its first swipe across the younger girl's glistening pearl.

Julie's small body quivered slightly, and Elena repeated the action. Then again. And again, coaxing the shy clitoris out from its hiding place.

Julie gave a high-pitched whimper in response, but kept her mouth in place, drawing an endless stream of pleasure from Elena's body. Soft noises of satisfaction began issuing from Samantha and Kristen as well, and Elena closed her eyes and sank into the moment.

The four sorority sisters slurped and lapped and fingered and fondled each other for long blissful minutes, punctuated only by sharp breaths and sympathetic moans.

"Oh my god I love this."

Julie's words were muffled by Elena's pussy, but Kristen heard them.

"Me too," she replied, in between licks. "So much better than dancing."

"Do you wan-- nnhhh... do you want to switch?" Julie asked, finally looking up to reveal flushed cheeks glistening with wetness.

Kristen moaned her answer. "Mmmhhh... uh-huh..."

While she and Julie then scrambled to trade places atop the two seniors, Elena turned to look at Samantha. The beautiful smile that was aimed back at her filled Elena's heart with joy. She leaned over and whispered into Samantha's ear.

"I love seeing you so happy, amorzinho."

Samantha reached out and their hands clasped together. Then Elena shifted back into position so that Kristen could straddle her head. Julie similarly mounted Samantha. And the four of them went back to worshipping each other's tender blossoms.

Kristen's petals were thicker and juicier, practically covering the lower part of Elena's face. Elena dove in. Right away her tongue picked up a slightly spicier note in the taste of Kristen's soaked pussy. Juices dripped down Elena's nose and chin as she attacked the girl's clit.

Kristen wasn't holding back either. Her blonde curls moved along with her long, deliberate licks, tickling Elena's thighs. Each pass of her large tongue was driving Elena closer to the brink.

The same seemed to be true for Samantha. She was moaning more loudly now and her breathing was becoming ragged. When her grip on Elena's hand tightened, Elena knew Julie must have been hitting the right spot.

Elena tried to ask, "Are you close?" But with her mouth buried in Kristen's garden it came out as "Arooh cwoe?"

Her intent was clear, though, even if her words were not. And Samantha made an affirmative noise with her lips closed tightly around Julie's clit.

"Me too!" Kristen wailed from between Elena's legs.

Julie merely issued a high-pitched whine.

It didn't stop though. And the longer it went on, the louder the noise became. And that's when Elena remembered.

Julie was a screamer.

Samantha, Elena knew from experience, would show no mercy in these final moments before her climax. She would be emptying her bag of oral tricks in order to send the whining girl into orbit and keep her there until her body was unable to process any more pleasure.

So when Julie's whine phased into full-on screeching, the knowledge of what Julie was feeling took hold of Elena. And it toppled her over the edge.

She creamed all over Kristen's face, causing Kristen to do the same to her.

Elena's own orgasmic moans were drowned out by the Korean girl's louder ecstatic cries, which continued for the entire time that Elena was writhing and convulsing with pleasure. On top of her, Kristen was bucking and twitching just as hard as she was.

Samantha was still squeezing Elena's hand tightly.

And Julie's erotic shrieking went on and on, throwing all of their orgasms into high gear.

More waves racked Elena's body. She tried to keep suction on Kristen's clit, but her willpower was leaving her. She tensed her legs, curled her toes, and felt the binding pressure of the ankle straps of her high heels.

For a few moments, the bed shook from the force of four bodies writhing together. And then, all at once, the four of them fell still. The final note of Julie's long howl faded and was replaced by heavy panting.

Afterward, they lay there in a pile, breathing each other in, and basking in the softness and warmth of each other's bodies.

Samantha relaxed her grip on Elena's hand, but didn't let it go.

*****

Chapter 7 - Katie

Since joining Kappa Beta Gamma and moving into the sorority house, Katie's life had changed dramatically.

It seemed that every member of the sorority wanted to meet the new house resident and extend a warm welcome. They asked if she needed help with any of her classes. They offered to hook her up with a variety of different part-time jobs. They introduced her to their friends.

As a naturally outgoing girl who was energized by spending time with others, Katie couldn't have imagined a more perfect few weeks. She ate with her sisters, studied with her sisters, watched movies with her sisters, shopped with her sisters. They traded compliments and clothing. They shared their dreams and their secrets.

But the best part was the sex.

The Kappa sisterhood was passionate about strengthening their bond at every available opportunity. And they'd made lots of opportunities.

A different girl had shared Katie's bed every night. Each one special and unique and beautiful in her own way. And every morning Katie woke up feeling like the luckiest college freshman in the world.

That feeling was especially strong now, as Katie let herself be swept up by the seductive energy of one of her favorite songs.

With her costume fairy wings flapping behind her, Katie formed the caboose of a three-girl train. She was dancing so close that she couldn't tell where she ended and Meagan began.

Meagan was grinding on Liz, who still looked fabulous in her shimmering golden toga dress.

All three girls were moving their hips in time with the bouncy bassline. And nearly everyone in the room seemed to be joining in singing along with the chorus.

♪ No I couldn't live without your touch ♪

♪ No I could never have too much ♪

♪ I'll breathe you in forever and ever ♪

♪ Hallucinate! ♪

Katie's hands were all over Meagan, fumbling to feel what she could of her friend's body through the considerable coverage of her steampunk costume.

Meagan was likewise groping Liz, and seemed to be enjoying the access that the tight dress gave her to Liz's curves.

Liz herself was guiding the trio, rolling her hips and arching her back so that Meagan could stay flush against her.

A cheer came up from the room as the song ended.

Katie felt connected. Transcendent. Alive. Moments like these were why parties meant so much to her.

Inspiration took hold of her, and she swung around to face Meagan, and brought her lips up to meet the taller girl's mouth.

Meagan's lack of hesitation said that she was on the same page. She returned Katie's kiss. Her lips still tasted slightly sweet from the candy they'd shared earlier. Katie was in heaven.

And then she felt another set of lips, these ones against her neck.

One of Liz's long black curls grazed Katie's shoulder, as the lingering kiss caressed the sensitive spot just below her ear. That did it.

Suddenly Katie was done dancing. She was done teasing. Every part of her was ready to take this upstairs, to the privacy of her bedroom. Her nipples were threatening to put holes through her tight green costume crop top. Her thighs trembled. Her face flushed.

"Who's ready for a shower?" she murmured, as her lips separated from Meagan's.

"Yeah," Liz breathed against Katie's neck.

Meagan nodded quickly, and Katie expected to hear something like "After you, m'lady." But the Victorian character was gone -- swallowed by the depths of Meagan's desire, which could only voice a simple, "Let's go."

Katie held onto Meagan's hand, and Meagan held onto Liz's hand, as the three-girl train snaked its way through the crowded mansion, and up to their destination.

As soon as Katie's bedroom door was shut behind them, costume pieces began flying off in all directions -- followed by underwear.

Kisses and giggles accompanied the removal of hair pins and jewelry. Until at last they were free of their party personas and ornamentation, and were just themselves again -- three naked and horny girls waiting for hot water to grace Katie's showerhead.

When the building's ancient plumbing finally obliged, Katie pulled Meagan and Liz into the shower with her, and the three of them took turns rinsing off the sweat of many happy hours on the dance floor.

Katie's bottle of strawberry-scented body wash passed between them, as they lathered each other up from head to toe. Liz rubbed several circles around Katie's small chest, gliding over her pointy pink nipples again and again. And Meagan paid careful attention to Katie's other pink places, making sure they were extra clean.

Then they swapped positions and put Liz in the middle. Immediately, Liz's hands went to the long sleek curtain of brown hair that flowed down Meagan's back. With the weight of the water, the ends dangled at the swell of Meagan's butt, and Liz's fingers followed the smooth contours of her body all the way down.

"Can I..." Liz seemed hesitant to ask. "Can I wash it?"

Meagan giggled. "Of course!"

Katie smiled and handed her friend the shampoo bottle. She was well aware of Liz's infatuation with Meagan's beautifully soft hair, and knew the pleasure that this would bring her. This thought gave Katie an idea. And her smile turned slightly mischievous.

While Liz worked the shampoo in, Katie began pressing her slick, soap-covered chest into Liz's back. Then, slipping both arms around Liz's waist, she flattened her palms against Liz's firm stomach and pulled their bodies tightly together.

Katie began to glide her body against Liz in small, languid circles, letting the layer of strawberry suds turn every point of contact to pure, frictionless, sensory delight. She pressed herself flush against Liz's upper back, rubbing side to side as her hands traveled slowly down from Liz's stomach to cup the curve of her hips.

Liz gasped, but didn't stop what she was doing.

Now holding onto Liz's hips, Katie added some pelvic motion. She pushed herself against the softness of Liz's butt, and continued the slow, teasing movements.

Using her own body to wash Liz felt even more sexy than she'd expected. And she felt her pussy responding. But when Liz started pushing back against her, Katie went into overdrive.

She was just about to call an end to the foreplay, and reach a hand down between Liz's legs, when suddenly their bodies separated.

Steam swirled as Liz turned Meagan around so that the two of them were facing each other. Immediately they started kissing, mouths exploring hungrily.

As she watched, Katie's hand ventured instead between her own legs. She found her slick, soapy entrance, and teased it with her fingertip while her friends made out under the stream of hot water.

When the kiss ended, Liz immediately sank to her knees. She looked up and made eye contact with Meagan through the steam. Then she started slowly dragging her mouth all around Meagan's pussy.

She grabbed Meagan's ass, as if to hold her in place for what was coming next.

Katie was captivated. This was the most feral behavior she had ever seen from her naturally cool-headed friend. Apparently the evening's entertainment had been a potent combination for Liz. And now all the soapy shower play was inspiring her to really let loose.

All Katie could do was watch. And push her finger a little deeper into herself.

Liz kept looking up at Meagan. Her roaming lips finally found Meagan's clitoral hood. She began planting kisses. Then the kisses turned into darts of tongue. Then the darts turned into full, broad swipes.

Meagan had to hold out an arm to steady herself against the wall, as Liz's slow stimulation transformed into a barrage of enthusiastic licking and sucking.

Katie's thumb found her clit as she watched her friend lose control and dive into Meagan's pussy. Her other hand came up to tweak her soapy nipples, and the two sensations melded into a single mind-numbing buzz.

She was nearly levitating on the cloud of steam when she saw Meagan bite her lip.

Katie remembered that Meagan never moaned when she was nearing orgasm. The only signs she gave were small body twitches and jerks. So Katie looked back and forth between Meagan's facial expression and her other features, looking for tells. Were her breasts jiggling a little more now? Were her hip muscles tensing up?

Meanwhile, Liz was working as hard as she could to cause those reactions. She moved her mouth all around to attack from different angles. She probed Meagan's warm tunnel, first with one finger, and then with two.

And Katie mimicked what she saw, plunging her own fingers deep inside herself, and feeling her pussy squeeze around them. She imagined what Liz's tongue would feel like in the place of the thumb that she was using to strum her clit from side to side.

When Meagan's breathing began to quicken, Katie fixed her gaze on the pretty sophomore's gentle face. She wanted to identify the exact moment when Meagan peaked, and take a mental snapshot, so that she could always remember this special moment of passion that she was sharing with her friends.

Liz sucked greedily at Meagan's pussy, making slurping noises with the shower water that was running down Meagan's body.

Oh fuck, she's going to cum!

Meagan drew in a sharp breath and held it for several long moments while she silently shuddered and convulsed.

Katie wished she could have touched or kissed Meagan somehow, to add even more pleasure to her friend's intense orgasm. But there just wasn't enough space in the shower, with Liz kneeling between them. So Katie had to settle for touching herself the way she wanted to touch Meagan.

When her fingers found her g-spot, Katie's eyes rolled up. She gently stroked the tender flesh, lavishing in the warmth of the steam and the sensation that she was melting into it. Melting into pure pleasure. Katie allowed herself to get lost for a moment in that delicious haze that was coming from her sensitive sweet spot.

When she opened her eyes again, Liz was standing, facing in her direction. Katie looked up into Liz's pretty cinnamon eyes, and found them wide with surprise.

"Meagan, what are you--" Liz breathed. Then she grasped Katie's shoulders and used them to support herself. "Oh my god..."

Peeking around behind Liz, Katie saw the reason for Liz's surprise. Meagan was now kneeling on the wet tiles.

And her mouth was between Liz's ass cheeks.

Liz mouthed another silent "Oh my god" while she continued to stare directly into Katie's eyes.

Is she...?

Liz must have read the question on Katie's face, because she nodded.

Katie looked back down at Meagan -- the unassuming, bookish girl who was always eager to try new things. Well, this certainly counted as new. Her hands were wrapped around Liz's thighs. And her face was very still, as she gently tongued Liz's freshly washed backside.

The shower stream was hitting Liz's back, and sending a stream of warm water down to her round butt, where it dripped off of Meagan's chin.

Katie didn't know exactly how to react to this. So she just followed what her body told her to do. She brought her mouth to Liz's.

The kiss was long and deep.

Katie couldn't stop fingering herself while Liz moaned repeatedly into her open mouth. She'd never had her ass licked before, so she didn't know exactly what Liz was feeling. But she could tell by the way Liz continued to grip her shoulders that it must be intense.

As the combined stimulation of the kiss and of her own fingers returned Katie to that hazy place of lust and pleasure, she wondered if what Meagan was doing would make Liz cum. It certainly seemed to be having that kind of effect.

She didn't have to wait long for her answer.

After a moment, Meagan apparently changed what she was doing somehow, and Liz reacted strongly. She squealed, almost breaking the kiss with Katie. She tensed up. And then her tongue, which had been sliding against Katie's tongue, suddenly stopped moving.

Katie knew it was happening.

She tore her hands away from her throbbing pussy and pushed them up against Liz's tits.

Liz pulled back from the kiss, and Katie saw the look in her eyes just as she bucked and spasmed.

"Don't... stop..." Liz barely managed to say as her eyes fluttered shut and the climax claimed her whole body.

And they didn't stop. Katie filled her hands with Liz's firm tits and squeezed. Meagan redoubled her efforts. And almost immediately Liz was bucking again.

She cried out loudly as a second orgasm came crashing into the first one. Then she slumped forward into Katie's waiting arms.

Katie couldn't help but giggle. It was so cute how Liz always collapsed, totally spent, from her double orgasms.

Then she looked down. Meagan was still kneeling, and was looking both very pleased with herself and a little sheepish. A wide smile stretched across a bright pink blush.

Katie returned the smile and asked "Can I get some of that?"

Meagan quickly nodded.

Liz came back to life, and swapped places with Katie.

The warm shower water now sprayed Katie's back, rinsing away the soapy bubbles, as she backed her small butt up to Meagan's face.

"Start slow, okay?"

Liz gave a warm, reassuring smile as she wrapped her arms around Katie and held her. "Girl, you're going to love this."

Then she whispered into Katie's ear. "At first it's going to feel strong, okay? Like... almost too much. But just stay with it."

Katie nodded.

Liz signaled thumbs up to Meagan, who responded by spreading Katie's cheeks and gently exploring with her fingertips.

When she felt the pressure against her little strawberry, Katie flinched.

"Shhhh," Liz whispered into her ear. "Shh. It's okay. Just relax."

Katie tried. She felt very exposed, but she trusted Meagan.

Liz's whisper caressed her ear. "It's going to feel so good."

Just then, as if they'd rehearsed the timing, Meagan's warm wet tongue touched her.

Katie gasped. It was so intense. She felt a strong urge to rub her clit again. But she resisted, and tried to focus on this new sensation.

As she felt herself give in to the pleasure, it grew even stronger. Meagan's tongue swirled and spiraled. And with every sensuous stroke, Katie sighed. Liz continued to hold her tightly, and Katie squeezed back.

The love between the three Kappa sisters had created its own beautiful world within the rising mist of the shower. A place where they could lose themselves in each other. And indulge their deepest desires.

Katie felt that freedom now, as Meagan licked and fingered her. As Liz embraced her and whispered into her ear.

It felt wonderful.

"Meagan..."

Katie sighed again and the sophomore's name tumbled off her lips. She felt something building inside her. Her pussy was aching now. Begging to be filled. She let out a series of whimpers. She squirmed. She pushed her ass back into the pressure.

And Meagan was there for her.

A finger stroked her lips and found her clit. Katie gasped.

A second finger sank into her pussy. Katie moaned.

Then, all at once, Meagan swirled her tongue and pumped her fingers. Katie went completely weak.

Liz's hold on her body was all that kept Katie standing, as Meagan began a three-point assault on her ass, pussy, and clit. The sensory overload felt like it was shorting every circuit in her body. Everything blended together.

The distant rumble of bass. The warm spray of water on her back. The lingering fruity scent of shampoo. And Meagan's mouth and fingers -- all working in tandem to send Katie rocketing toward an inevitable climax.

Her brain attempted to send the phrase "Oh fuck" to her mouth. But it was swallowed up by the rising tide of pleasure which was taking over her entire being. There was nothing she could say or do anymore. She was entirely at the mercy of her long-haired friend's desires.

The slick strumming back and forth over her clit. The creamy pumping in and out of her wet tunnel. The soft, swirling licks. Katie let go and let herself be swept away by the relentless tide.

For an instant, she knew nothing but the oblivion of sheer ecstasy.

And then she released a stuttering cry into Liz's chest as the orgasm ripped through her.

Anchored safely in her friend's arms, Katie rode tremor after quaking tremor of exquisite pleasure. Her white-hot pussy clenched around Meagan's finger again and again, as if to keep it from withdrawing, so that she could extract every last pulse of stimulation from its penetrating presence.

The intensity of the three-point attack had her gushing all over Meagan's hand as she came. Her toes curled against the wet tiles. Her fingers gripped Liz's wet skin. Everything was wetness. An entire liquid world surrounded her. It dripped from her hair. It sprayed against her back. It ran down her legs.

The shower was painted with the essence of their sacred bond as sorority sisters, as friends, and as lovers.

When Katie finally opened her eyes, she saw Liz looking down at her and smiling. She realized she was panting. And with each heaving breath more clarity seeped back into her awareness.

Strength returned to her legs and she began to support her weight again. But Liz didn't let go of her.

Behind her, Meagan stood up. And, without saying a word, she wrapped her arms around Katie and Liz.

The three girls remained like that -- silent, sated, and locked in a close embrace. Sandwiched between her two friends, Katie felt a profound sense of harmony.

She loved knowing that after the shower, when she invited Liz and Meagan to sleep with her in her bed, they would happily accept.

She loved knowing that when the following morning dawned they would awaken refreshed and would reach for each other again.

She loved knowing that her sisters all throughout the sorority house were connecting with each other in the same way.

She loved her college life.

But most of all, she loved being a Kappa.