The Nu House Season 3, Pt. 02

Chapter Four

Bree blinked groggily, her eyes slits against the late morning sun. She stirred under her ultra cool comforter and sheets. Her body ached everywhere: joints, thighs--.

"Mm..."

The sound of another person stopped her dead. She looked down at her panties. Her normally groomed penis and balls were coated in dried saliva, semen, and (she sniffed) something else entirely.

Her sheer horror turned to white hot embarrassment as the voice of Lauren the transfer woke and turned around.

"Hey Bree," Lauren said sarcastically. "How was last night?"

Bree could feel her face drain of all color. "Did... did we?" She flexed her butt and knew instantly. "Did you...?"

Lauren blushed and tried to cover herself with Bree's sheets. The chapter president fought the urge to pull them back to cover herself. "I... I don't know Bree! We had such a good time at Sugar Bombs that you wanted to show me the house and one thing led to another and--,"

Bree recalled it all in a sudden flash. The hand on the back, the head on the shoulder--

"Oh my god," she whispered softly, looking up at Lauren. "I seduced you."

Lauren shrugged helplessly. "You sucked me off for like an hour Bree. Then you made me fuck you for another. I've never been edged for so long."

Bree frowned. "Fucked?" Her hand reached under intrusively. She stopped dead and even Lauren blinked. Between her legs lay a modest penis, just based on her grip. She gripped the soft tissue in her hand felt an all to familiar sensation.

Lauren made a face. "Um... you wanna let go? Otherwise you might trigger a chain reaction."

There was a sudden knock on the door and Phoebe's voice called. "Bree! Come down. We've got council in 20!"

Bree turned back to Lauren who had already stepped out of bed, putting her glasses and clothes on. Bree hurried after her, pulling her clothes on. They shared the master bedroom sink, wordlessly moving around each other while cleaning up. Bree sat on the toilet, occasionally glancing down and realizing more and more of Lauren was coming out of her.

10 minutes later Bree was fixed up in a St. Adler's hoodie and shorts. "Here," she sized Lauren up and absently handed her a white crop top and waist high jeans. "I'll not have you leaving here with a walk of shame outfit."

Lauren thanked her and winced. "Sorry, it's not the clothes." She set them down. "You weren't as soft with me as I would hope."

Bree realized with another pang of embarrassment as she realized why her own penis was sore. "Lauren I--," she started and stopped.

The redhead shook her head and kissed her cheek. "Hey. It's alright. I know what you mean. Let's just... take a rain check on that tour, yeah?"

Bree felt a rush of encouragement and helped Lauren take the back exit to avoid any further eyes. She exhaled as the door finally shut.

"Madame President?" She jumped as she realized Margot had just come around the corner. "The executive board is waiting for you in the study."

Bree nodded rapidly and smiled. "Thank you, Margot."

Maybe this semester wouldn't be so bad, she let herself think.

...

"It's pretty bad, Chief." Chloe set the binders on the executive board table. Bree watched her carefully; she trusted Chloe as far as she could throw her.

"I've got eight solid girls who will make this place better within six months." Chloe pointed them out.

Bree opened the binders and examined them. Smiling faces stared back at her. Brunette, blonde, Raven haired, everything.

"That sounds like a wonderful problem to have," Bree remarked. The lazy Sunday mornings of her Neo Rush life seemed like a distant memory compared to these war councils.

"That's the trap, president," Chloe replied acidly. Her outfit belied the tone in her voice: a solid teal headband holding her wavy bleached hair back. Heather gray St. Adler's athletic long sleeve coupled with black compression shorts. "Enrollment's been really good this year so every other sorority pretty much got eight or seven solid girls. They're not worried about normal retention."

"Why not?" Myra leaned in and handed a flapjack to Bree. Bree was thankful for the nourishment but not the knowing smile Myra seemed to give her.

She opened up her laptop and connected to a mini projector the house had just bought. Bree realized that she had almost always dealt in paper. Nadiyah hit the lights and rolled down the blinds. Chloe opened up e-dossiers that she had painstakingly put together. "That's because everybody's after these two."

Two smiling pictures of two complete opposite young women flashed on the screen. Bree stared, unable to look away.

"Ms. Vivian Hargave. Westbridge Academy Valedictorian."

Pictures flashed. Prep school. Lacrosse. A young blonde woman digging up in a community garden.

"The usual national honors. Prospective degree in Poli Sci. Women's lacrosse. Managed the Academy's philanthropy society and got a million dollar endowment for green retrofitting."

The women of Sigma Nu murmured in excitement. Ginny remarked casually, "Is she a snob? Upper East Ender?"

"East Sider," Chloe corrected. "By all accounts, no. Very quiet, very professional. Prefers to let others take credit. Not a big fan of displays."

Nadiyah snickered. "Kappa Psi rolled out a huge welcome wagon in the quad. Poor girl nearly evaporated from embarrassment."

Myra asked, "Study buddy material?"

Chloe shook her head. "Try study buddy professor. She can probably teach the entire freshman class by herself and make you feel like you can pass that final."

Bree felt an iced coffee pushed next to her and smiled at Myra in the dark. Their hands held each other tightly. Bree asked decisively, "So who do we use to recruit her?"

Chloe's smugness came through even in the dark. "Myra."

Bree felt Myra's hand tighten, then totally pull away. "Recruit? I'm not a... showy person."

Chloe tapped the picture of Vivian. "Neither is she. You're the Academic Chair. Meet your new best friend, Myra."

Myra glanced at Bree. The president made a face and shrugged. "She's got a point, Myra. We can't send in the big guns."

Myra wore a look of pained exasperation. "For Sigma Nu?"

"Hear hear!" Ginny pounded the table.

"I'll get you all the materials you need, Myra. She wants a certain coffee from Manhattan, a scarf, tickets: let me know."

The projector flashed again. An olive skinned tornado of claw clips and soldering irons appeared.

"Elena Madrigal. Miami-Dade. The U, Florida State, and UF all took massive swings at her. Came up empty."

The projector flashed and now Elena was flanked by a proud looking mother and a severe looking father who was all mustache.

"Apparently Mom and Dad wanted her to get an idea of the world outside of the Sunshine State."

"Like you?" Ginny cackled.

Chloe smirked. "Guilty as charged but let's just say, Palm Beach ain't Miami."

"So you can't recruit her?" Myra asked carefully.

"Believe me," Chloe remarked sadly, "she sees one look at me and she's gonna run for the hills. A girl like this has seen Florida girls like me her entire life. It's not a good idea."

More photos: computers half constructed, robotics labs, and chem labs.

"The great STEM hope ladies. Elena's team placed first in the Southeast Regionals with their robot "Coppherhead".

The girls were in awe. Ginny swore in French.

"And that's just robots. She's got mechanical engineering, electrical engineering, even a sound year for general contracting by the looks of it. But more importantly, her father is the head of the largest contractor/construction group in South Florida."

Bree felt a flush of embarrassment as she thought of the broken patio board she had fallen through. Someone who might be able to fucking fix this place, she thought.

"Agreed then. Who did you have in mind?"

Chloe tapped her chin. "The problem isn't the recruiter. I got a tip last night that Alpha Kappa had an elaborate plan to make a bid for her that got killed at the last second."

Bree looked to Chloe and frowned. "They didn't want her anymore?"

Chloe shook her head. "I'm not sure. The guy I pumped for information was getting it secondhand through his ex."

"Maybe you should have pumped harder?" Nadiyah joked.

Snickers.

Chloe let out a soft sigh. "Any harder and he would have shot his wad all over the quad."

"So who do you want?" Bree pressed her.

Chloe paused and let the room fall quiet again. "Nadiyah."

Bree raised an eyebrow. "Nadiyah? A sophomore?"

Chloe bit her lip. "A little unorthodox... yes but--,"

Bree held her hand up and Chloe fell uncharacteristically silent. Bree churned ideas through her head. Recruitment, personality, leadership.

She snuck a glance at Phoebe. The junior Risk Assessment chair shrugged. Bree nodded. "Alright then. Nadiyah," she looked at the sophomore. Nadiyah's usual catty smile disappeared and she straightened up. "We're counting on you. Do the diligence. Figure out why AK passed on her."

She stood up and the lights went back on. "Good work Chloe." The rest of the girls stood as well.

The Rush chair beamed in genuine pride. "Thank you, Bree."

As the pair of Nadiyah and Chloe broke away, Phoebe nudged Bree. "Those two scare the shit out of me."

"Me too." Bree admitted.

"I've got good news by the way." Phoebe pointed at the vacant Treasury chair. " Your decision-making process just got that much easier."

"Why?"

"Well," Phoebe began a little sarcastically, "it turns out that if you don't give people phone calls or emails about prospective offers, they eventually find something better to do. So two candidates dropped out. That only leaves one left."

Bree's face dropped. "I'm so sorry, Phoebe. I thought I had more time."

Phoebe nodded in agreement. "We all do. I've already scheduled an interview, but at this point, we need to hope she's still interested."

"When do they come to interview?"

"Where actually: the Student Union. I've booked a solid looking conference room on account of your current office's...," she let the words hang as they recalled the strategic disaster that was currently the presidential office. "This evening,"

Phoebe saw the objection on Bree's face and overrode her. "Look, you want this done. I want this done. The longer that we draw it out the worse it's gonna get. Go, shake hands and smile, and sign the paperwork."

Chapter Five

Ginny stared into the mirror and grimaced. Her braces had been tightened a week ago. Her jaw still felt wired shut. It had been her maman's doing, fretting that Ginny would take after her grandfather.

"Dent longue! That's what they called him, Virginie." She had paced the kitchen until the vegetables had nearly burned. Only then, amidst the stink of scorched parsnips, did Ginny acquiesce.

Gwen had been a godsend. Supportive, caring, and downright nurturing.

"A little bit of discomfort and then boom--perfect teeth!"

Ginny had yet to smile much these days. As she left the meeting, she thought of Amy. The old sisterhood chair that had been her mentor had sent her a postcard: a posting in Japan with Dale, her new husband and a job as an attaché.

The sisters surrounding her were new and alien. She scarcely recognized half of them. Between graduations and transfers, the house was starting to resemble something that she didn't quite notice.

At the foot of the Old Prof's home staircase she paused. The steps next to the basement squeaked ever so slightly. She glanced around and saw no one. Ginny gently opened the door and shut it quietly behind her.

Ever since Phoebe had been promoted to Risk Assessment, Bree had insisted that she be raised from her dungeon that was the basement. It had been relegated to storage.

Or had it?

She could make out hushed whispers and the tell tale squeak of an old desk chair.

From behind she could see it all. A sorority sister, lustily thrusting her cock in and out of some moaning female student. She could make out the gentle whispers now.

"Fuck... baby. Just like that. Give me that fucking dick."

"God Bea... you're so fucking wet. I can barely hold on."

Ginny cleared the final step and asked, "Uh--excuse me?"

Margot. Undressed from the waist down.

A bright red faced female university student Ginny had seen around campus. Also naked below the waist.

Margot panicked and whipped her cock out of the poor young woman in a hurry. They disengaged and instinctively wrapped their hands around their bare bodies.

Margot angrily asked, "Don't you knock?!"

Ginny watched as the young woman grabbed her purse and threw on her tennis skort before bleating in distress. Her feet beat the basement staircase.

Margot called out, "Bea! Wait!"

Ginny held her hand up, averting her eyes out of respect. "Um Margot? Can you...," she gestured to Margot's respectable length, "cover up?."

"You're such a hypocrite Ginny." Margot snatched her own shorts and underwear back on.

"Me?" Ginny scoffed. "This basement is for storage. Not storing your dick in a bookstore employee."

"You used to fuck half the student body yourself!" Margot retorted. "You're going to lecture me??"

Ginny's own cock pulsed in anger. She snorted, "What the fucks gotten into you? That was last year!"

Margot pushed past her and headed up the stairs. "Don't you have something better to do? Like organizing baskets and presents?"

The basement door slammed shut. Ginny sighed.

...

"I'm sorry Ginny. But I can't live with Martha anymore."

Ginny sat cross legged, picking at her exercise shorts while listening to grievances.

"You've only been living with her for a week, Emma." She reminded the sister who sat across from her. "What is it that you don't appreciate about her?"

Emma leaned forward and whispered, "I think she wants to sleep with my trainer."

Ginny rubbed her eyes.

...

"I have a clear schedule for the restroom girls. If you have a 0600 class start time you have first dibs." Ginny addressed a crowded den.

Raised hand. Ginny nodded. "Yes?"

"You do understand that all of the athletes are taking advantage of that right?"

Fresh arguments erupted.

"Ginny I didn't know the basement was available!! Can I move in there??"

"Ginny, this bitch used my fucking lip balm! It's upstate New York in FALL!! Rush is this week! How am I supposed to recruit with chapped fucking lips!"

"It doesn't seem to bother you all year round!"

"Ginny."

"Ginny!"

"GINNY!!!"

Her mind snapped. "SHUT THE FUCK UP! All of you now!"

"Ostie de crisse de tabarnak! C'est-tu une vraie blague, ça?! Ciboire! C'est pas croyable, calisse! Calisse! Sacrament, est-ce qu'on est dans une garderie d'enfants gâtées ou dans une sororité?! Espèce de bande de niaiseuses! Ostie de gang de caves! Maudit ciboire de crisse! Je vais tous vous crisser à la porte, tabarnak! Calisse de calisse! Gang de folles, maudite bande d'incompétentes!"

Bree looked up from her study. Chloe and Nadiyah, from their shared room both peeked out their door. Phoebe, smoking a pineapple vape on the porch exhaled and shook her head.

Every sister in the den winced as the Quebecoise erupted one last time and pointed, "You want to act like animals! Fine! KANGAROO COURT!"

Chapter Six

The sisters of Sigma Nu gathered in the den and spilled out into the dining room and gallery. Chloe nudged Nadiyah. "What is this?"

Nadiyah shook her head. "No fucking clue."

Phoebe, now sporting a black beret, turtleneck and marching leather jacket, barked, "All rise! Kangaroo court is now in session!"

Ginny made her way down the great staircase, a Montreal Canadiens jersey complemented by a black bicorne hat sat at the head.

"Call the first case!" She cried.

Phoebe grinned. "The Sisters of Sigma Nu vs. Cassidy."

Nadiyah gawked as Bree stood up. "Defense for the accused, SigNu President Bree Evans." Her voice was measured and pointed. Ginny nodded.

"Myra Castellanos for House prosecution." Myra stood as Cassidy approached.

Ginny began. "Sister Cassidy? You're accused of taking thirty minutes in the morning shower for the last two weeks? How does your counsel feel?"

Bree held her hand to a protesting Cassidy. "My client did not know that there were hard limits established. In her defense, there is no posted signage."

"Prosecution?" Ginny asked.

"Ignorance of the law is no excuse." Myra didn't even look up from her yellow legal pad.

"Agreed. Guilty! Sentencing will be one extra week of dish duty. Bailiff! Call the next case!"

They called Margot next.

"Margot, you stand accused of utilizing your sisterhood's basement space for extracurricular activities! Let me guess... There were no signs saying you couldn't go in there?

"Your Honor, I move that you rule for leniency. I have extenuating circumstances." Bree argued.

Myra groused, "Extenuating circumstances for boning a bookstore employee?"

The gallery murmured as Margot rolled her eyes and whispered to Bree. Bree nodded and then addressed the court, "My client says she can secure a 10% bookstore discount."

As Ginny weighed it, Myra shot up. "Your Honor, the house will not accept anything less than a 20% discount."

Margot shouted, "This is bullshit! She's not even my girlfriend!"

"Nevertheless," Ginny concluded, "this court finds in favor of the prosecution. Please make arrangements with the bailiff for your discount. Next case!"

"House vs. Lori." Phoebe chuckled. "Defendant stands accused of stealing roommate's chapstick."

Bree stood. "Your Honor. I move you recognize roommate arbitration supersedes this courts authority and transfer this case to a lesser court. There is a precedent."

Myra gestured wildly with her legal pad. "Your client stands accused of using up all the chapstick in a years supply! How does that fall under roommate protection precedent?"

Chloe's eyes were dinner plates. Nadiyah shook her head in disgust. "She's been hoarding that chapstick for ages, too."

Alyssa sketched the proceedings on her phone's Art app.

Ginny ruled with ruthless intent. "The precedent is clear, Counsel. Case is dismissed."

Myra threw her legal pad down. "Un-fucking-believable."

Ginny scribbled on her Etch-a-Sketch. "Counsel is fined one handjob."

The women laughed.

"Call the final case." Ginny announced.

Myra stood smugly. "Your Honor, the House vs President Bree Evans."

Bree stuttered, "Excuse. Me?"

Myra gestured. "Over consumption and hiding of coffee pods. For self usage."

Bree was outraged. "I'm the fucking president. Am I not allowed extra caffeine? Besides, I sent out an email that coffee was being consumed rapidly??"

"No one reads those emails, Bree!" Someone in the gallery called out.

Ginny stamped her gavel. "President Bree is found not guilty of caffeine overconsumption but guilty of relying on email only. Sentence is one blowjob to be determined at a later time."

She stood up. "Court adjourned!"

The den burst into laughter and rampant applause.

Chapter Seven

Ginny was exhausted after dinner. She had tried to hit up Gwen but hadn't received a response. Then, at the top of the stairs, she got a text message from her.

"Heard you had a great sisterhood night. You earned this."

Ginny frowned and texted back. "You mean earned IT, right?"

No response.

She looked up and saw her door cracked open just an inch. She pushed it open and a short gasp escaped her throat.

Stretched out nearly naked on her queen mattress was Margot. Only a stack of her Southern Goth necklaces adorned her body. Her dark hair tumbled past her pale shoulders.

"You. Now."

The door shut behind her. Ginny nearly choked as she realized that Margot had disappeared after court. Her twin bed had been dismantled and packed against the wall. Her phone buzzed.

Gwen: "Nope, this."

Ginny quietly tugged her workout shorts down. Then her teal sports bra.

Margot wiggled her hips and her circumcised tip already glistened with precum. The sophomore leaned back and let Ginny bask in it. "I got mad at you for not knocking... but... after I thought about, maybe I got mad because you didn't join in."

Ginny laid on the clean sheets and carefully opened her mouth. Taking Margot in, she relished in the salty-clean taste. Margot shivered and let her head fall back. Her wrist, covered in leather bracelets, broke up the portrait of a woman enjoying the worship.

Wet sounds escaped Ginny's throat. Margot's hand found the back of Ginny's thick brown curls. She exhaled and pulled Ginny up. Their lips met. Ginny pushed more of Margot's precum mixed saliva into her mouth.

Margot moaned into Ginny's mouth and wrapped her legs around Ginny's hips. Ginny could feel herself growing. Margot whispered, "Please, Gin.."

Ginny pressed her cock against Margot. There was a brief moment. Then she plowed her way in. Margot let out an audible moan as her legs squeezed Ginny harder while her hand dug deeply into Ginny's back.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

Margot was warm, tight, and just like Gwen; ready to receive her. The two women clung to each other tightly. Ginny dug her face into Margot's neck, pouring kisses and wet embraces to her neck. Margot radiated from adoration.

"Fuck Ginny. Fuck me good... I want to feel you for days."

Ginny's pace picked up. Margot's hot breath on her neck made the silence overwhelming. She poured more of herself into her, thrusting her cock angrily back and forth. Margot responded by flexing her asshole, clenching Ginny.

"God Margot... you're too tight. Too much--!"

Margot whimpered. "I'm going to cum Ginny. It's too... too much--too much!" A thin line of cum shot from Margot's twitching cock. It landed on her stomach. Ginny hungrily smeared in onto her hand and licked it clean while Margot looked on, eyes glazed with orgasm.

Ginny pushed Margot's legs up and over her shoulders. Her compact thighs snapped her cock in and out like a piston now. Margot wailed. Their balls flapped against each other while Ginny pile-drived Margot through the mattress.

"I'm almost there Margot! Fuck! Nope--I'm going to cum. Right fucking now! Fuck!" She groaned and expelled her seed while buried deep inside Margot. Margot grunted as her cavity was filled over and over again. Ginny pulled out as she fell away, leaving a thin bead that briefly connected the lovers together before falling aside.

They snuggled up together, while Ginny whispered, "Now THAT'S sisterhood."