SSS: 1980

It’s a chilly, November Friday in Gurlberg.

The year is 1980. A gallon of gas costs just over a dollar. A camcorder costs just over a thousand. It’s a time of big cars, big hair, and big earrings. Jimmy Carter is president, and the hottest song on the radio lately is Another One Bites the Dust by Queen.

Next week is Thanksgiving. There will be no classes at the University, and most of the students will be leaving for home as soon as they’re finished for the day.

The sky is gray, a cold wind blows, and dead leaves fill the gutters and cover the lawns in this small college town. It’s unusually nippy, and everyone used to the Florida warmth is staying in.

All except for one college student who’s lucky enough that her last class just ended. She walks briskly along the sidewalk in her light, purple dress with a jacket over it, and earmuffs. She’s not very tall, but she has a delicate, feminine figure. Her frizzy, black hair is perfectly done and she wears glasses with thick frames. In her arms is a stack of textbooks, with a French-language textbook on top.

Her name is Jenny, and she’s a member of a local sorority called CCL. Both sororities here have a bit of a sapphic reputation, but CCL is much more brazen. That can be awkward in a town as conservative as this one. It’s 1980, after all. It’s not as though girls that like girls are unheard of, but it definitely raises eyebrows and upsets certain people.

Fortunately, the CCL house where all the rumored things happen is outside city limits, so the girls are not breaking the town’s draconian anti-homosexuality laws.

Jenny heads into Gurlberg’s library, her glasses immediately fogging up. She stops to clear them, smiling at what she sees.

The girl is here. She’s at a table in the corner of the library, studying.

Jenny takes a seat at the same table as the other girl, who wears a pretty blue skirt and blouse. Her dark hair is glossy and straight, and she has freckles and a cute, button nose.

She’s from France, and she caught Jenny’s eye a few weeks ago.

They study quietly for several minutes. Jenny waits until she knows that the French girl has noticed her, then she holds up her book.

“Can you help me?” she asks.

The librarian watches Jenny switch chairs to sit next to the French girl, then scoot closer and closer. She watches Jenny whisper in her ear, and the French girl blushing. She watches the two of them get up and disappear into an aisle, and she’s watching about ten minutes later when they come back out. The French girl’s outfit is a bit disheveled and she’s blushing, but also glowing.

Jenny looks smug as she hands the French girl a folded piece of paper that has the phone number for CCL House on it.

This French girl belongs in CCL. She’d bring some class and elegance to the sorority, which the sisterhood desperately needs.

Jenny likes her a lot. The temptation to kiss her goodbye is strong, but this is a public place. Instead, she just lightly touches the French girl’s waist with her fingertips, then picks up her books and leaves.

Back out in the chill air, she heads for the Diner, where she orders a slice of cherry pie and a hot cup of coffee. Snug in her favorite booth, she could not be happier. She can still smell the French girl on her fingers as she sips from her mug. Everyone’s going home this weekend, but she’s not going until Monday. It’ll be a quiet weekend.

Jenny truly loves CCL, but it can be a little much with thirty horny girls packed into that place. The house is plenty big, or it would be if they’d spread out, but they don’t spread out. They congregate in the same handful of rooms all the time.

Jenny wouldn’t mind congregating in her bedroom with that French girl. She wants to see her without her clothes on, bathed in lamplight.

She hears a familiar rumble outside the Diner and looks up as the door opens and the bell tinkles.

The girl who walks in looks out of place in the Diner, but everyone knows her because that’s how Gurlberg is, even with all the college students coming and going.

This is Roxy. She’s taller than Jenny, and not as delicate, but still thin, even bony. Her hair is cut short like a guy’s, and she wears a black leather jacket with studs on it. She is not a member of CCL, and not even a college student. In fact, Jenny would be surprised if Roxy even finished high school.

Roxy’s chunky boots thud on the tile floor as she walks over and sits across from Jenny with a smirk. Roxy is a member of the Free Gurls, an all-women motorcycle gang.

“I know what it means when you’re sitting here eating pie with that look on your face,” she says. “Who was it?”

Jenny shakes her head with a coy smile. She doesn’t kiss and tell.

Roxy snorts. “Alex is pissed at you.”

“She’ll get over,” Jenny says, taking a bite of pie.

“Jenny, you’re a schemer. You have plans for everything. Is pissing off the gang part of your plan? She’s really mad. It’s not a good idea,” Roxy says with concern in her voice.

Jenny doesn’t have a plan for everything. She intends to have children late so it doesn’t get in the way of her career… and she plans to bring in good pledges like that French girl so she can one day be the leader of CCL because that will look good on her resume… but that is hardly a plan for everything. Roxy is exaggerating.

“Don’t screw with the Free Gurls,” Roxy warns.

“Can’t mix business and pleasure,” Jenny replies.

“Speaking of pleasure, when are you going to show me this room under the house?” Roxy leans closer, leering. “The one where you break in your pledges.”

“I cannot confirm or deny that such a room exists,” Jenny says. She’s gotten some cherry on her finger.

Roxy watches her lick it off.

“Do you like that room?” she asks.

“A little tying up? I don’t mind a girl that knows she’s in charge,” Jenny replies coquettishly, batting her eyelashes.

Roxy leans even closer. “I can show you who’s boss.”

The bell dings as someone opens the door. They both look up and pull away from each other as Officer Lang strides into the Diner. She’s a stocky redhead wearing the brown and tan uniform of Gurlberg’s police department. She pulls off her sunglasses and comes straight to their table, pure loathing on her face.

“And what’s going on here?” she demands. “A Free Gurl deviant and a CCL hussy on a date?”

“Roxy’s just telling me stories about seeing the country on a bike,” Jenny replies easily. “I bet it’s beautiful. The wind in your hair and everything.”

“Not stories about eating pussy in the County Jail?” Officer Lang snarls, looking back and forth between them.

Several people in the Diner gasp and turn to look, but Officer Lang ignores them.

Roxy and Jenny know better than to reply to that.

“You little dykes are destroying this community,” the policewoman says, eyes narrowed. “And I’m going to put a stop to it.”

Meanwhile, across town at the University…

A basketball bounces sharply off the gymnasium floor as a tall, busty girl with a spectacular perm dribbles it past two other girls to rush in for a layup.

All the girls on the court wear the uniform of the University’s phys-ed program: the shortest, tightest yellow shorts and a white top.

The girl who just scored is Kris. She’s not known for her grades, but her top-heavy figure is admired by boys while her skill with a basketball is admired by girls. She has a big smile and rosy cheeks.

She’s momentarily distracted by the view of her teammates running past her, but then she’s bouncily moving among them, trying to steal the ball.

A few minutes later the whistle blows. That’s it! Freedom!

Kris is a member of CCL, and she’s not going home for Thanksgiving at all. She’d like to, but she doesn’t have a family to go back to.

She pauses, towel in hand, listening to some of the other girls talking about their plans to see loved ones and do family tradition stuff.

Kris shakes her head and hustles to the showers, and it’s easy to be distracted there. She takes her time peeling off her sweaty gym clothes. Being one of the last ones in lets her walk past the line of nude bodies, watching all the water and soap running over their cute bottoms and smooth legs.

She starts to wash, trying to remember who’s going to be around this weekend.

Jenny for sure, and probably Lisey too. And Karen. Anyone else? Kriss doesn’t think so.

She lifts her heavy breasts with one hand to scrub with the other. Can any of them cook? If not, they’ll be ordering pizza. It’s not the group that Kris would have chosen. Karen is great, but Jenny is stuck-up, and Lisey just sticks to Jenny most of the time.

But it’s better than Thanksgiving alone. Kris better make sure there’s plenty of beer in the house. She has a feeling that she’s going to need it. Maybe it’s because she only recently joined CCL, but the experience hasn’t been as magical as she’d hoped. She wanted to make some close friends or even more than friends… but that hasn’t happened yet with anyone except Karen, and even Karen is still just a friend. Not a best friend or an intimate friend.

Meanwhile, Jenny is bringing girls to the house constantly, and her room is next door, so Kris often has to listen all night and touch herself, frustrated, but also turned on.

It’s not horrible, but sometimes it makes Kris feel a bit depressed.

She screwed up. She should not have joined CCL. She should have joined CGH instead. CGH even tried to recruit her, but Kris wanted to be cool. She wanted to make these friends and be a CCL girl…

But CGH would have made so much more sense. Chicks Go Hard is a sorority that’s all about sports, and Kris has a promising future in that department. She belongs there. Maybe it’s not too late to change.

She gets out of the shower, and in the locker room, she thinks about what it would be like to actually talk to these girls instead of discreetly watching them put on their underwear. Kris looks at her locker. Most of the girls in here are normal and have hair down there, but there’s one girl that keeps it all totally shaved all the time. Kris nervously licks her lips and focuses on getting dressed.

She’s one of the last girls out, and she barely makes it onto the sidewalk before she’s stopped.

In front of her is Alene.

She’s as tall as Kris, but just… tougher looking in every way. She’s one of the top girls at CGH.

“Oh,” Kris says in surprise. “Hi.”

“You bitch,” Alene snarls. “You fucked me.”

What? Kris is stunned. She certainly did no such thing. In fact, the only sex she’s gotten since coming to this damn university was her initiation to CCL, where they left her in that dark room for two hours, then **** her to lick a succession of pussy while blindfolded as someone used a feather to tickle her clit.

It had been miserable at the time, but Kris still thinks about it and masturbates. It drives her crazy that she couldn’t tell whose pussy was whose.

Pretty soon a new pledge will get initiated, though. Kris wonders if she’ll be one of the girls getting licked when that happens.

“What?” she says, confused.

“You fucked me! I had a bet with Sarah and you ruined it! You know the name of the game is to get good pledges and bring them in. You little slut. I hope you’re having fun munching carpet over there,” Alene growls.

Kris twitches, offended. She isn’t sure what to say.

She doesn’t get a chance, because Alene hauls back and punches her, right in the stomach.

“Oof!” Kris gasps and doubles over. Alene grabs her by the hair and shoves her to the ground.

“You’re gonna pay,” Alene promises, then walks away.

Kris lies on the cold sidewalk in shock for a moment, then sits up, wheezing. Her stomach hurts like crazy. Alene is very strong…

Kris sits on the sidewalk, shivering. “Ow,” she says miserably.

Two blocks away, Jenny finishes her slice of pie and puts her fork down with a gentle clink.

Who will be the player character? Kris or Jenny? The game begins here.

[ Readers chose Jenny--the story begins. But you may want to read the Game Information Page to learn about what the votes do and how you can win prizes. ]