Missy

You are MISSY, a pledge at CCL, a famously wild and crazy, very gay sorority. You come from a pretty rough background, but you’ve always been able to stay upbeat and positive. CCL can be a bit edgy for you at times, but it’s a place where you feel like you can be yourself. There’s not a lot of shame or guilt or judgment in this sorority, and that makes you feel good about it. You hope they will let you join it soon, but you are enjoying life in CCL house even as a pledge.

Your room is mostly dark, and rain pounds the windows.

The light from your laptop screen is enough for you to see just curves and highlights of the naked girl lying in bed beside you. You both lie on your backs, but your left arm touches her right, and you can feel the rhythmic movement as she rubs a circle around her clit with her finger. The rain mostly drowns out the quiet buzz of your little vibe that you are using between your own legs.

On the screen, two women in a movie set two hundred years ago are trying to make love quietly in the bedroom of a house full of people who would not approve of two ladies having this kind of fun together.

“Mmm,” you sigh, and your vibe gives you a nice jolt. Your body jerks just a bit, and your huge, soft breasts jiggle in the pale light.

“That house must be so creaky,” Dorothy says, her eyes on the movie as she masturbates.

On the screen, the women are kissing passionately and pulling at each other’s nightgowns.

“Yeah, everyone is hearing this,” you agree, then bit your lip and press the vibe on a little harder. You grab your boob and squeeze it.

“Oh yeah,” Dorothy says with a smile as one nightgown comes off, revealing a Hollywood smooth body with a perfect ass and perky tits.

“Sit on her face,” you tell the girl in the movie, but she doesn’t. She just kisses the other woman and reaches between her legs.

Dorothy laughs, then gasps. Her arm moves faster, and you look over at her. Her breasts aren’t as big as yours, but they’re close, and they wobble adorably, pressed between her arms as she uses both hands down there. Watching her is sexier than the movie. You grip your breast tighter.

“Stop that,” she says with a smile, but she’s closing her eyes and arching her back.

Watching her cum always makes you follow along.

A minute later, she’s wiping her wet fingers on her belly and taking deep breaths as you moan quietly and turn your vibe off. You reach between your legs, feeling your damp mound, then sliding your palm over your sensitive clit.

“Ahh…” You sigh and look over at her. She’s staring at the ceiling in the dark.

That was fun. But the scene in the movie ends, and you both finished. You lie there together quietly for a few minutes to make the most of the afterglow, but Dorothy needs to get back downstairs. The officers will be bothering her for food all night. It’s still pretty early.

You close the laptop and get up to put your clothes back on, enjoying the sight of Dorothy doing the same. You haven’t said anything about it, but you’re hoping that she’ll spend the night with you tonight. Normally she goes home after her work is finished, but tonight with the roads being so bad, you are all but certain that she will happily share your bed. You have fooled around with her a few times, but never gotten particularly romantic. Maybe tonight you can change that.

Once dressed, you follow her down to the kitchen, where you find someone that you do not expect: it’s that girl that showed up earlier with the Bible, Bao. The missionary.

“What’s up?” you ask.

The girl looks at you shyly, and you realize what it is before she can even say anything. She got here this afternoon, before the storm started. She probably hasn’t eaten anything in hours.

“Need something to eat? Give me just a second,” Dorothy says, obviously coming to the same conclusion as you. “You like pulled pork?”

You look at the rain out the window, then go to the doorway to the hall and listen. It sounds like the house is quieting down a little, although you hear a movie going in the big sitting room. Someone must be hanging out in there. You idly scroll through Instagram as Dorothy feeds Bao.

It’s calm and peaceful with the rain on the windows and the initiations and stuff finished for the night. You are kind of glad that it wasn’t you who got initiated tonight. You want to join the sorority, but you were also glad to get a quiet minute alone with Dorothy.

Bao finishes eating, and Dorothy takes away her plate, leaving her with a mug of chocolate milk.

The door behind the pantry bangs open, and Delilah bursts into the kitchen, her pajamas sticking to her sweaty body. Startled, you all turn to look.

“What’s up, Delilah?” you ask.

“There’s someone down there,” Delilah wheezes, pointing the door, which she shuts and locks. “She’s wearing a mask. I think she was going to stab me.”

Dorothy puts her hands on her hips. “What? Stab you?”

“I’m not kidding!” Delilah says loudly.

You shrug. “Probably part of your initiation. Congrats, by the way.”

“No, I’m…” Delilah trails off, looking miserable. “Look!” She points at her toe. There’s a little smear of blood on the floor. Did she cut herself?

“Yikes,” Dorothy says, grabbing a paper towel and offering it to Delilah. “You need a band aid. I have a first aid kit. Hold on.”

Someone has obviously tried to prank Delilah, and she is not taking it well. You and Dorothy need to help her calm down. You start to stand up, and Dorothy is walking over with a first aid kit, but Delilah suddenly bolts, fleeing the room.

You all stare. Bao takes a sip.

“Is she OK?” she asks.

“Um,” You reply. You don’t have an answer. You listen to Delilah rush upstairs as Dorothy sprays cleaner on the floor and wipes up the drops of blood. It’s not a lot of blood, but it still must hurt. You feel kind of bad for Delilah, but she needs to chill. You shouldn’t bother her right now.

Dorothy finishes cleaning up.

“She’ll be fine,” she says, putting her cleaning stuff away and washing her hands. She picks up her beer and takes a drink. “Crazy weather, crazy night.”

Dorothy is so chill. You like that about her. She wears farmer-style overalls and her hair in pigtails and works jobs like this, but she has the poise of a movie star. She’s not exactly your usual type, but lately you have been thinking about her a lot. You’ve watched her use those fingers on herself, but you wonder how they would feel on you. You look at her lips a lot and wonder how she would taste, but bridging the gap between casual mutuals together and the real thing? It’s surprisingly hard…

“Do you think the roads will clear soon?” Bao asks hopefully.

“Oh, Sweetie,” Dorothy says.

You frown and shake your head at the petite young woman. “Not a chance,” you tell her.

But you understand where she’s coming from. She’s worried about spending the night here, in a place where she is basically an uninvited guest. It goes without saying that CCL has no use for missionaries. Of course you’ll take good care of her, but it must be very uncomfortable for her.

You are just a pledge, not an officer, but with a cook and a guest in the room, even a pledge is the highest-ranking person. You should say something.

Make a joke? Or… invite Bao to hang out with you and Dorothy all night?

She’s cute, after all.