Head to the pledge room

“Come on,” Tom says, ushering you into the cool, dim interior of the house. The smell of beer and sweat hangs heavy in the air.

The two of you make your way through the hallways until you arrive at a room filled with bunk beds. Tom leads you over to an old wooden chest at one end of the room, his face flushed with anticipation. He opens the lid and reveals a treasure trove of girls’ panties—hundreds upon hundreds of them, each one carefully folded and neatly stacked inside the chest. It was like looking into an underwear paradise.

“Here you are,” Tom says proudly, his voice quivering with excitement. “Every single one of these beautiful little panties belongs to a girl who’s been initiated to Kappa Beta.”

You jump when you hear a loud crashing sound. Tom rolls his eyes before excusing himself to go to see what just happened.

You can’t help but stare in awe at the sight before you—it is almost surreal. As you lean forward, your eyes darting left and right as you take in the array of colors and patterns, you feel a gentle touch on your shoulder.

“Any luck?” Trish asks with a sly grin. She has materialized seemingly out of nowhere. You can’t help but shiver at her touch, your gaze locks on Trish.

She leans over and starts moving panties around making a mess of the entire chest. You see a peak of pearl and reach your hand in the chest, removing Trish’s panties, and holding them high in triumph.

Trish squeals with joy and wraps her arms around your neck, giving you a strong embrace, that seems to last minutes, but was really a few seconds. As she loosens her embrace, she gives you a kiss on the check.

“Come on, lets go,” Trish says with a huge grin still on her face.

“Should we clean this up before we go?”

“Nah, one of the pledges will take care of it.” She says dismissively, as she leads you out of the pledges room and further down into the house, towards one of the many rooms scattered throughout.

Once inside, she closes the door with a soft click before turning back to face you. She was standing close enough that their breaths mingled in the air between them—a sensual dance that sent tingles down your spine.

“So,” Trish says with a raised eyebrow as she begins exploring your body with her eyes, “did you like my panties?” She reaches out and runs her fingers along your arm, her touch sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every fiber of your being.

You look down at her hand, feeling slightly uncomfortable under her intense gaze but also unable to tear yourself away from it—like a moth drawn irresistibly towards the flame. “Um... yeah,” you manage to stammer out, looking up into her eyes as you say it. The heat between your bodies seems intense.

“So... you wanna see ‘em?” she asks with a mischievous smile. It’s clear that she knows what’s on your mind, but she enjoys teasing you, nonetheless.