Felicia puts the cocky pledge in his place.

Felicia felt herself losing patience with the arrogant pledge. He just stood there smirking and leering at her and the other girls.

She stood up confront him and looked him square in the eye. “You need to learn your place, pledge.”

“You tell him Felicia!” cheered Sarah. The coeds murmured their support.

His smirk grew even… smirkier, his leer leerier. He took a step towards her. Refusing to back down Felicia felt her temperature rise as the anger at his insolence swelled within her.

“My place? You mean on top of you?” he said as he moved even closer. Her calmly reached out and put his hands on a stunned Felicia’s hips.

In a flash Felicia realized that the fire that she had mistaken for anger was lust. Fuck.

**We now interrupt our regularly scheduled program for Felicia’s internal monologue**

Mind: Ok, we’ve lead him on long enough. Slap him!

Pussy: Yeah, about that… have you noticed the size of his package?

Mind: What does it matter? We’re just teasing him. And honestly it isn’t that impressive.

Pussy: Sure, sure. But it is a package. And it is very close to me.

Mind: But he’s a loser!

Left breast: Ooh, his hand feels nice.

Pussy: Just look at how confident and assertive he is.

Ass: You are right left breast, his hand does feel nice.

Mind: Are we really going to let him do this? Our sisters look shocked. The coeds look shocked. We’re attracting a crowd. I can’t believe you all are into this. Alright, now we’re on our back and he’s mounting us. Classy. Legs, what are you… oh come on!

Legs: Spreading. Whee!

Pussy: Ooh! Daylight!

Dick: Hey.

Felicia’s eyes grew wide as she snapped back to focus and realized that the pledge (former pledge…) was insider her. Her body’s desires had overcome her mind’s inhibitions and, just as he had boasted he had taken his place on top of her.