Rebecca Butler: Freshman nymph

Her gown for the occasion was lovely. She and Audrey had chosen it together in the fanciest shop in town. It was lemon yellow, so long that only her toes peeped forth below its hem, and it featured an empire bodice that seemed to add fullness to her ripe young tits. Its sleeves were short, and the neckline was cut out low to provide a sprightly view of Becky's upper cleavage. She remembered with a tingle all the way from hair to toes' ends the first time she had tried it on, in the fitting room at the store, and Audrey had been so enchanted by it that she had given Becky a big wet kiss when the saleslady's back was turned.

It seemed that the night itself would never come, and, even when it did, Becky was unsure of its reality. She fidgeted through all her classes that day, oblivious to the instructors' efforts to cram in as much material as possible before finals, and, when the last bell of her afternoon had rung and she had left her last class of the day, she ran on winged heels to her dorm to begin the process of preparing for the real milestone of her young life.

The weather was cold and Becky bundled up in her warmest coat and boots before starting for the Sig Alph house. She had to take a bath there-hopefully, she thought, Audrey would scrub her back, etcetera-and get dressed, all by eight o'clock. Oh, damn, she mourned as she hurried across the campus, she'd never have time to get laid before the initiation. At least, there would be a long, long night afterwards. Time enough then.

Audrey met her in the hallway on the first floor of the chapter house, gave her a fleeting kiss on the cheek. She was already dressed for the evening in a stunning black outfit, long, slinky, with a long-sleeved top that buttoned up the front, right to the base of her neck. The fabric of the gown clung like skin to the outlines of her full fine breasts, leaving the viewer tantalizingly certain that the beautiful chapter president was braless beneath her suit.

"You'd better hurry upstairs and get ready," Audrey smiled. "Things are going to be jumping around here before very long."

Becky stood a moment, slowly unbuttoning her long coat. "I was hoping you might be able to help me dress," she smirked.

Audrey laughed and patted Becky lightly on the cheek of her ass. "I'll help you get undressed, maybe-if you're a good girl. Now get a move on!"

Becky scampered up the steps to the second floor, entered Audrey's room, opened the closet door, and took out with admiration all over her young face the lovely gown she had bought for tonight. She posed before the mirror, holding it up in front of her body, smiling at the innocence the costume lent her. Innocent, but sexy too, she decided. And all of her sexy innocence, all of her young passion, all of her hot lovemaking talent-all would belong to Audrey forever and ever, once the formalities of the evening had been concluded. Her fingers flew as she stripped off the clothes she had worn over from Bentley Hall, and she hopped into the tub, scrubbed herself demonically, and rushed to dry and dress.

When Becky came downstairs, radiant in her yellow gown, white gloves capping her dainty hands, nearly everyone bad arrived. It would be a small ceremony. Sigma Alpha's rather rigorous standards of selection had guaranteed that the sorority would have fewer members than most of the other sisterhoods on campus. There were only eleven active members, and seven pledges had been chosen from among the applicants of Rush Week. The exclusiveness of the process made each Sigma Alpha girl feel that she was someone very special.

At eight promptly everyone present filed into the parlor, which had been decorated by the active sisters for the occasion. The pledges took their assigned chairs, and the Sig Alph girl named Carolyn sat down at the piano and began to play the sorority song. Next, the actives, all looking gorgeous in fashionable formal dresses, entered and took their seats. They were followed by four neatly garbed young men. These were the presidents, vice-presidents, secretary-treasurer, and sergeant at arms of Zeta Rho, a fraternity that had certain ties to Sigma Alpha. The organizations had been founded here on campus over fifty years earlier, and the first presidents of each had been a boy and a girl who were engaged and later married. Since that time there had been a traditional close relationship between Sig Alph and Zeta Rho, and officers of each attended the installation and initiation ceremonies of the other-the only outsiders permitted at such ceremonies.

Last of all came Audrey, wearing a corsage presented to her by the pledge class. She entered the room just as Carolyn played the last piano chord of the sorority song, and took her place at a lectern.

Becky listened attentively as Audrey made her speech of introduction, describing and discussing the goals of Sigma Alpha, the lessons a young woman could learn during her membership, the hope that the sorority experience would be of permanent value in later life. The phrases she used, the examples she stressed, the objectives she cited-all were stereotypical and hackneyed, the same kind of things graduation speakers in rural high schools always say; but Becky thought them eloquent and fluent and possessed of deep and meaningful emotion as she listened to Audrey's clear, melodic voice. She thought over and over as she watched the tall, gorgeous girl who presided at the meeting that this, indeed, was the woman she loved, the one human being who could touch her most sensitive feelings, arouse her to the greatest heights. And perhaps tonight, after all this was over, and she and Audrey lay sweat-locked on the upstairs bed, perhaps tonight, of all nights, Audrey would finally tell her how much she loved Becky. That was the only thing missing in their relationship so far, the knowledge that Becky's passion had its counterpart in the breast of the other girl.

"It is a custom of Sigma Alpha," Audrey was saying, "to select each year one of our prospective members to be named Best Pledge. This is a high honor indeed, and it is voted by the active members to reward the young lady who best exemplifies the hope we all share for the future of this sisterhood. This year, I am delighted to announce, the vote of the active sisters of Sigma Alpha was unanimous. I should now like to present to you 1974's Best Pledge-Rebecca Mary Ryan. Becky, please stand up."

Her ears tingling with the blush that overspread her entire body, Becky stood up to the hearty applause of all in the room. She looked round. The visiting guys were smiling in approval as they watched her, and the actives had congratulatory expressions on their faces. Even the other pledges seemed truly happy to see Becky gain the coveted honor and their palms slapped together with vigor. She sat down, still blushing, but gratified that she had made such a good impression upon the girls with whom she would be soon and closely associated.

The ceremony went on. Audrey called the pledges to the front of the room, collected the pledge pins they had worn since their invitation to join, apprised them all that they had won the right to become sisters, and asked if each of them in her turn did indeed desire to join Sigma Alpha. There were no rejections, and, with the aid of the sorority's chaplain, Audrey administered the oath of initiation. There was another song, this time with all the girls singing the lyrics, and the meeting adjourned. Each new sister carried a white rose as the whole company made its way to the spacious dining room for a party of welcome.

What a beautiful night, Becky thought, as sister Marcy handed her a perfectly mixed whiskey sour. What a beautiful night this has been, and what a beautiful night it will be!

With finals approaching, the university library was on a schedule of twenty-four-hour access to students and faculty. Dave Shearing was grateful for that, for he had a good bit of work to get finished. He was teaching here at State with his Master's in history, but he was working on his doctoral degree at the same time. He bad finished the classwork required, leaving only the labor of writing his dissertation. Right now he was sitting at a carrel desk on the sixth floor of the library, probing through a stack of reference books on the subject of medieval contact between China and Europe and the consequent effect upon European culture. It was his dissertation subject, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to concentrate.