A Second Date with Amy

There’s a little house on frat row that you’ve seen but never entered. It’s more rundown than the others, the paint chipped and the front yard a scraggly mess. You always figured it was an abandoned lot. But this is the address that Amy texted you, alongside a cryptic message: Wear red. Tell them you’re a fellow traveller.

You knock on the door, wondering if you’re going to get a response. It doesn’t seem like the lights are on. Then again, the curtains are drawn, so there’s no way to know. To your surprise, the door opens up, and it’s not Amy there that greets you, but somebody entirely different.

“Who are you?” the guy asks.

He is, oddly enough, dressed entirely in red. He sports a weird mustache and very long hair. It’s a strange outfit

“Alex,” you say. “Who are you?”

“I’m comrade Omega,” he says. “I think you’re in the wrong place. Are you a friend?”

Ah. Now Amy’s message makes more sense.

“I’m Amy’s friend,” you say. “I’m a… fellow traveler.”

He nods, as if this is entirely expected.

“We call her comrade Alpha here,” he says. “She didn’t tell us to expect guests. Please, come on in.”

You follow the man—comrade Omega—into the house. To your surprise, there’s a small gathering there already, a couple guys, a couple girls, and Amy. Everyone’s dressed in red and sitting on mattresses in lieu of chairs. All of a sudden, you feel self-conscious. When Amy told you to wear red, you put on a red t-shirt, but for the other guys… it’s full commie regalia, complete with the hats and hammer-and-sickle pins on their shirts.

The women, too, catch your attention, but for a different reason. Their dress code appears to be just that—dresses, of the red variety. This is a good looking group of gals, and you see them checking you out, too.

“Welcome to this secret meeting of the Stonewall Communist Society,” Amy says. “Allow me to make some introductions. You’ve already met comrade Omega at the door. Those are comrades Psi, Chi, Phi, and Upsilon.” She points at each of the guys in turn. “And these are comrades Beta, Gamma, Delta, and Epsilon.”

Comrades Beta, Gamma, Delta, and Epsilon

You have to admit, these Greek letters are much easier to remember than a list of names. You just hope they won’t mind if you call someone by the wrong letter.

“Everyone, this is comrade Blank. We’ll decide to letter him if he passes our initiation. Please, give him a socialist’s welcome.”

To your surprise, the guys and girls all form up in a line. The first, comrade Beta, strides up to you.

“Hello comrade,” the brunette smiles.

“Hey,” you reply, and before you know it, she leans in and gives you a kiss, right on the lips.

You stiffen, surprised, and then return the gesture, going with the flow. It’s such a rush. You share three kisses before she breaks away, giving you a wink. What just happened? You struggle to keep your head straight.

“Hello comrade,” the next in line says. It’s comrade Delta, that petite and busty blonde.

“Hello comrade,” you say.

Then, she too leans in and kisses you on the lips. The shock wears away faster this time. You’re prepared, and you get into it, getting a bit of grab-ass in as you make out with her. But once again, three kisses and she pulls away.

“Hello comrade,” the next in line says. It’s comrade Omega, the guy who greeted you at the door.

“Hello comrade,” you say, wondering what’s going to happen.

He leans in. You start to back away, but he’s faster. He gives you a quick series of three kisses on alternate cheeks, and then backs away, laughing.

“You thought I was going to slip some tongue in there, comrade?” he says.

“I… I thought that was the tradition,” you say, bewildered.

“That’s saved for my close friends,” he laughs, pulling comrade Beta in. The two of them share a kiss. “I’m afraid you haven’t passed the bar yet.”

“So this is how you greet each other?” you ask, watching Amy come up next in line.

“It’s the socialist fraternal kiss,” she smiles. “Purely Platonic.”

“The orgy comes later!” one of the guys in the back calls.

You notice that nobody laughs at that. Instead, there’s smiling nods of recognition. Um…

“Hello comrade,” Amy smiles, stepping up to you.

“Hello comrade,” you reply, and the two of you kiss, lips meeting thrice. You take your time with the kisses, really savoring the moment, and then the two of you break away.

Then the next guy comes up, and it’s an exchange of ‘Hello comrades,’ and this time, you know what to expect, so the two of you split three kisses on the cheeks, and then it continues through the rest of the line. Shit, five hot girls kissed in such short succession. That’s a personal record.

“Alright. Calling this meeting of the SCS to order,” comrade Omega says. “This one’s everyone’s favorite.”

“Biweekly orgy!” comrade Gamma calls out, and everyone claps.

After a second, you join in. Is this serious? But everyone keeps clapping. Ten seconds turn into twenty and then thirty go by, and everyone is still enthusiastically clapping. You see comrades Omega and Gamma, standing at the front of the room, clapping alongside everyone else, but then they begin to strip each other while the clapping continues. Gamma takes off Omega’s shirt, revealing his bare chest, which you now realize has what you’re pretty sure is the face of Frederick Engels tattooed there. The clapping goes harder. Omega undoes the straps of Gamma’s dress, and you suck in a breath. This girl, the tallest of the bunch, has got a killer figure, her red bra and panties just making her seem all the more alluring. Everyone’s still clapping, and you feel obliged to clap on too. Then Gamma goes and takes off Omega’s pants, leaving him in boxers that have, what else, the communist star printed on it. Everyone claps harder. Omega runs his hands across Gamma’s taut tummy, cupping her tits.

“What is the spirit of communism?” he calls out over the applause.

“Sharing!” the voices call back, continuing to applaud.

“Then we shall share,” he calls out, inviting another comrade up next to him. Both of them, together, begin to fondle Gamma’s tits.

“How will we defeat capitalism?” he calls out.

“Collective action!” the crowd calls back.

You watch as two more comrades are invited up.

“Then we must act together!” he calls out, and at that, everybody acts, stripping off all of Gamma’s clothing in one go, leaving her nude.

“The bourgeoisie may have capital, but what do we have?” he calls out.

“The seed of revolution!” the crowd calls back.

Omega pushes Gamma onto a mattress, stripping off his boxers and whirling them in the air.

“Then we must spread it together!” he calls out, and you watch, continuing to applaud with everyone else as he, rock hard, pushes himself into the nubile brunette. Comrade Omega sinks down into her, groaning with pleasure. You watch with fascination as the two couple, Gamma arching her back, seeming to enjoy the thorough fucking that she’s receiving. All the while, Omega whips his Communist Star boxers over his head like a flag, while his other hand grabs her waist, pinning her down. Everyone continues to clap, getting more and more into it, and you see that people are starting to lose articles of clothing.

You stand to the side, watching the show, your hands getting sore from clapping. It’s an erotic sight, but also a very weird vibe. For some reason, you’re reminded of a show-trial that you once had to watch in class. The applause starts to die away as the comrades begin to jump each other, and now all of the mattresses on the ground make sense. You’re smack dab in the middle of a communist orgy! And damn is it a show.

“You want to join?” Amy asks, giving you a nudge on the shoulder.

“Yeah, I mean, yes, for sure!” you say, your rock-hard cock doing most of the thinking.

“Cool, all you’ve got to do is pass our initiation exam,” she says.

“What do I have to do?” you say, images of these nude hotties dancing before your eyes. You hope it’s a test of the strength of your seed…

But instead, Amy pushes a couple sheets of paper in your hand. You look down and your eyes widen.

“This… this is a test!” you say, looking over the questions. “How am I supposed to ‘Explain the relationship between Gattungswesen and historical materialism?’ or ‘List the key conceptual differences underpinning religious and class-based alienation?’”

“You’ve got to study,” Amy laughs, pointing at the bookcase on the side. “Our orgy is open to members only. But if you’re a quick study today, you might be able to pass our test in two weeks and join our next orgy then…”

“Oh, okay,” you say, suddenly feeling a bit overwhelmed. “What if… what if I don’t want to study?”

“Well, the rules officially say that without passing the test, you can’t participate in the orgy,” Amy says. She glances around, to make sure no one’s looking, and then whispers: “But that doesn’t mean the two of us can’t have a little fun. I could probably slip away with you for a few minutes and nobody would notice…”

You look at Amy, and then all of the hot women fucking on the mattresses around you, and you slowly nod. So this is your choice. Have a bit of fun with Amy now, or study, become a card-carrying communist, and join their orgy. What a peculiar predicament.

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