Chapter 3: It is a Pajama Party After All

Continued from chapter 2:

Bianca grins sheepishly.

“Sorry about that, Ero. I swear they're usually not this mean to my guests.”

Avonlea stands up and saunters over to you, a mischievous glint in her dark eyes.

My relief is palpable. Avonlea's ability to lead me into a trap to knock me down a notch makes me respect her a little. She is incredibly hot, and I start to develop a little bit of a crush. I smile back at her.

“What, Avonlea?”

Avonlea smirks, circling me slowly like a predator stalking its prey.

“But since you are an unknown quantity...”

She stops in front of me, invading my personal space.

“How about a little challenge to earn your right to stay at our party?”

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The other girls perk up, intrigued by the prospect of a game. Mia leans forward eagerly.

“Ooh yes, let's hear it Avonlea!”

Brooklyn grins wickedly.

“This ought to be good.”

Avonlea's eyes lock with mine, a dare, and a challenge simmering in their depths.

“Here's the deal, Ero. If you can pass two tests of bravery and daring, you can earn our trust. I mean, B trusts you and she talks about you so much I feel like we know you, but we need you to do something to earn our trust, right ladies?”

Mia, Brooklyn, and Erica giggle, clapping, and nodding. Bianca rolls her eyes, grinning apologetically. She trails a finger down my chest, her touch electric even through my shirt.

“Okay, Avonlea. I definitely crashed your party. And you're right, you girls don't know me. What can I do to earn the right to be here?”

Avonlea's lips curl into a wicked smile, clearly pleased by your willingness to play along.

“Excellent, I knew you had it in you.”

She taps her chin thoughtfully, considering the options.

“Well, it is a pajama party after all...”

The other girls, Bianca included, begin to laugh, eyes glinting in anticipation. Avonlea continues, twirling a lock of her hair, and looking whimsical.

“If you didn't have the courtesy to wear pajamas to a pajama party…”

“Then you probably shouldn't be wearing anything at all!” She shrieks.

“Get him girls!”

And suddenly, I am swarmed. I'm tall, fit, and strong from hockey, and I'm a good skater. I should have better balance than this, but there are five of them, and I have been drinking.

All five girls fly at me, and suddenly I am swallowed up by satin and skin as five feminine hands hold me in place, unbuttoning me here, unzipping me there.

Cold fingers find their way into the elastic of my boxer briefs, lower them, before pulling them over my feet and tossing them away. I am held down on my back with Brooklyn and Bianca holding my hands, and Erica and Mia holding my feet.

Avonlea stands over me grinning triumphantly as I lie stretched out and naked under her gaze, my cock beginning to swell and twitch in anticipation of what comes next.

Avonlea looks down at my exposed body, a satisfied smirk playing on her glossy lips.

“My, my, what do we have here?”

She crouches down beside me, trailing a fingertip lightly along my thigh, watching goosebumps rise in its wake.

“Looks like someone's happy to be here after all.”

The other girls giggle and whisper amongst themselves, sneaking peeks at my nude form. Mia fans herself dramatically.

“Wooow, Bianca wasn't kidding about Ero being the total package!”

Brooklyn winks salaciously.

“He cleans up nice, doesn't he, girls?”

Erica bites her lip, cheeks flushed.

“Gosh, I can hardly wait to see what he'll wear next. Or won't wear, as the case may be!”

The girls giggle as they help me to my knees, keeping their hold on me. Their eyes sparkle with mischief, as if I might dart out the house naked into the raging snowstorm. Avonlea, their ringleader, grins wickedly as she circles me like a predator.

"The problem here, Ero," she begins, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Is that you are not a girl, and you’re certainly not wearing pajamas."

She bends down, her dark brown eyes locked onto mine, and runs a finger up my thickening length, giving it a playful swat. The girls clap and cheer, their laughter echoing through the room. My cock responds, hardening more with the attention.

"This just won't do," Avonlea declares, rising gracefully to her feet.

She snaps her fingers decisively.

"Alright, ladies, mission: Operation Pajama Party is a go! Mia, Brooklyn—raid your rooms for the skimpiest, girliest jammies you can find. Erica, help me search for some sexy lingerie."

She turns to Bianca, her eyes dancing with amusement.

"And Bianca, our guest needs an initiation before we can just accept him as one of the girls."

The room falls silent, the girls frozen in place, eyes and mouths wide in surprise. Avonlea fixes them with a stern look, though her lips twitch with a suppressed smile.

"Girls, what is the one thing we all had to go through before we were truly accepted as sisters in Pi Beta Phi?"

Bianca smiles at me, her eyes wide with surprise as she addresses Avonlea.

“Avonlea, surely you can’t mean—”

“Oh, but I do mean exactly that, B.” Avonlea grins wickedly, raising a hand to silence Bianca’s protests. She leans down, bringing her face close to mine, her voice dropping to a husky whisper meant only for my ears.

“Think you can handle it, big boy? Can you be one of the girls, even if just for tonight?”

The other girls erupt into excited chatter, bouncing on their heels.

“Oh em gee, yes! Let’s do it!” Mia squeals gleefully.

“Hell yeah, time to put Ero through his paces!” Brooklyn pumps her fist in the air.

Erica claps her hands, her eyes shining with anticipation. Even Bianca looks torn between embarrassment and excitement for me.

Avonlea looks down at me, held prisoner by four feminine hands.

“Ero dear, are you ready to do what is required to be accepted by us this evening?”

I don’t have much choice in the matter. I don’t know where any of my clothes are, and it’s snowing outside. I might as well let the girls have their fun, and who knows, maybe I’ll get something out of it too.

“Yes, Avonlea. Please initiate me. Please make me one of the girls so I can be accepted into your sisterhood for the evening.”

Gasps and giggles ripple through the group. Even Avonlea tries to stifle a grin, biting her lip seductively.

“Let him up, sisters.” The hands holding me in place release their grip.

“Crawl to me and kneel before me, Ero. Maintain eye contact while you do it.”

To be continued in chapter 4...