The next day

That was the last thing Mary Anne Thompson remembered before she woke up in her bed, back in her regular Airbnb. At least she thought that’s what she remembered. A part of her couldn’t decide if it was real or a dream. She wanted to believe, of course, that it was a dream, that she wouldn’t let herself become a victim of such debauchery. But as her hands ran themselves over her body, squeezing her tender breasts, she realized she was naked. She threw the covers off herself and found hickeys decorating her shoulders and neck, some crude drawings of penises, as well as big, bold words written across her chest:

“Proud Pledge Slut! :)”

She surprised herself because, despite her first reaction being to exclaim in terror, she found herself giggling while her knees moved closer to her shoulders and her hand found its way to her sopping wet pussy. Her clit felt really good.

She continued to massage it as she began to consider the fact that the events of last night must have been real. If things ended where she thought they ended, at least they hadn't gone too far. She was a principal, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun with some of the coolest guys around.

As she thought, her fingers continued to play with herself.

It’s not appropriate for a principal to have her tits out at a school, but at a fraternity, when you’re trying to fit in, it’s perfectly all right for her tits to be exposed, especially when they are as pretty, bouncy, and milky white as hers are. With her hand that wasn’t currently sticking three fingers inside of her, she grabbed her tit and pulled it to her mouth so that she could suck on it for added pleasure.

Even letting one of the young frat men slap her ass wasn’t really inappropriate. How could something so hot be inappropriate? She felt herself giggle again as the climax brought her over the edge.

*Good*, she thought to herself as she stood up and stuck her wet fingers into her mouth to clean them off, though most of what she did was cover them with more drool as her tongue caressed her digits. *Now that I’ve cum, I can really focus*.

She went straight for her closet, but the more she went through her clothes, the more boring they felt. They all just seemed like stuff that old people wear. Sure, the frat thing was a one-night-only for her, but why should that mean that she couldn’t still feel youthful, at least? She took her clothes out of the walk-in closet and moved them straight to the trash can where she dumped them.

She would rather go out naked than be seen wearing any of that. At least one of her brothers would high-five her for it.

Thankfully, she wouldn’t have to do that. Tucked away in the corner of the room was an outfit she had never seen before, and which she only spotted because of the cowboy hat on top.

Something about the cowboy hat was calling to her. She put it on her head and instantly felt her legs tremble. This was right. This was perfect. She was from the South after all; why not embrace that in her outfit choice? She looked at herself in the mirror, completely naked except for the cowboy hat, and smiled at the powerful Southern woman in front of her with her large tits and perky ass.

Again, she was tempted to just go out like this, but she finished putting together the rest of the outfit: a USA flag tank top, a pair of Daisy Dukes which were cut high enough that the bottom of her large ass was peeking out from underneath, a diamond-studded belt (plastic diamonds, of course), and to finish the ensemble, a pair of white cowboy boots with a five-inch heel and stars running down the side.

She put it all on, and she had never felt so pretty. She squealed. Why had she ever worn blouses, pantsuits, and dresses when it felt so much more comfortable to embrace that she was a Southern belle? And sometimes Southern girls dress a little sexy and show off their tits when they’re drunk and listening to country music.

She stretched her tank top lower to make sure the outline of her nipples was visible against the fabric.

She had an important meeting in about one hour, but she had no idea where her keys were, so of course she would have to take a quick detour to the frat house to see if they had any more information. She promised herself that she wouldn’t allow anyone to touch her and she wouldn’t accept any drinks. Other than that, she was fully capable of taking care of herself.

She walked out the door with an extra sway in her hips as she sauntered over to the frat house.