Rey

You are REY, an 18 year old pledge at CCL, a sorority known for being wild, gay, and constantly in the news for all manner of crazy shit.

You pledged because you’re an incredible athlete, and being a part of CCL will only make you look cooler and more attractive to cute girls. It doesn’t hurt that constantly being around horny girls just… suits your lifestyle.

It’s a stormy night, and you are sitting in the room of another pledge: Cynthia. With you is Hailee, a blonde cheerleader that you’ve been aching to sleep with since you first met her. You haven’t gotten to do that, but you did just get to see her cum. The two of you were helping Cynthia with her new invention: a gizmo that’s inserted into the vagina to measure how tightly the muscles squeeze. Looks like you’re a little tighter than Hailee, and you can last longer too.

The cute blonde is blushing. She was dumb enough to take a bet from you, and now she’s about to make good on it:

“Where’s my underwear?” Hailee asks. You’re both bottomless, and you both just came… so you’re red in the face, and downstairs.

You hold up Hailee’s damp panties. “Right here,” you say.

She reaches for them, but you shake your head.

“We had a bet. I get to keep them. Souvenir,” you say.

Hailee scowls at you adorably. “Are we done?” she asks Cynthia, who isn’t paying attention at all. She got what she wanted: getting the two of you off and testing her invention. It worked, for whatever that’s worth.

You watch Hailee grapple with her situation for a moment. All she has on is an insubstantial tank top that she probably sleeps in. Her smooth, cute little pussy is just… right there for everyone to see. The view gets better as she goes to the door to peek into the hallway. You want to grab that booty, but you don’t do anything.

Hailee hesitates, then ventures out and shuts the door.

You laugh. She’s so funny. She’s probably dashing back to her room right now.

As for you… you turn and look at the mirror. Your undershirt shows off quite a bit of your ripped abs, and you’re still bottomless. You have Hailee’s underwear in your hand. Where did yours go?

Cynthia’s keyboard clicks and clacks as she types, her back to you. She’s already forgotten that you’re here, even though she just made you cum less than five minutes ago. You look at the inventions, which looks like small, boring dildoes. That was pretty fun. You would think that a nerd like Cynthia would be boring, but she’s not.

Usually gay nerds are all over you, but not her. She wears her dark hair in a bob, and her thin body isn’t especially sexy, but she’s weird. Weird girls intrigue you.

You walk up behind her and put your hands on her shoulders, leaning down to look at her screen.

“What is all this?” you ask.

“You wouldn’t understand,” she replies. Cynthia wears a big t-shirt, and… what else? Anything? You aren’t sure if she has underwear on or not. You’re curious, though. You rub her shoulders gently.

“What are you doing?” she asks, still not sounding very interested.

“That did nothing for you? Doing that to us?” you ask, leaning over to rest your chin on her shoulder. Even cheek to cheek with you, she doesn’t react.

“What do you mean?”

“That wasn’t a turn on?”

“Are you trying to flirt?” she asks.

“Guess not,” you admit, your pride stinging a little bit.

“Don’t you want to try out your own invention?”

“Why would I when I have you?” she asks, continuing to work.

“Sample size,” you say.

Cynthia stops typing. “That’s a good point. I assume you’re bringing this up because you want to be involved.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re bad at flirting?” you ask, boldly moving your hands from her shoulders to her boobs, which are tiny. This is your first time touching them, but Cynthia doesn’t react to that, either, but she looks over her shoulder at you. You pause, your fingers rubbing her nipples through her t-shirt.

“Go on,” she says.

“Go on what?”

“Something about flirting?”

“I wasn’t going anywhere with it. Come on. Let’s do you. It’ll be fun.”

“OK. I could use the extra data point. Just make it quick. Then probably go take a shower. They’re going to initiate you tonight,” she adds.

You stopped listening when she said OK. You grab one of the gizmos and roll a condom over it, then stop, confused. She’s not getting up or taking off her clothes or anything. She’s just sitting there, typing into a spreadsheet. Oh… she wants you to take care of this as she words.

Well, she won’t be working for long. You get behind her again and pull up her shirt to find that she does have underwear on: boring briefs. She can act cold, but she’s turned on. You can smell it, and see the damp stain.

“Excuse me,” you say in her ear, reaching around her with both hands to rub the crotch of her panties. She’s warm and soft down there. Feels like she’s not shaved, but she is neatly groomed. You slide your hand in and feel her short hair, then her surprisingly fat, puffy lips. She’s plenty damp, and probably ready, but you take your time anyway, enjoying her pussy with your fingers. She’s more gooey than slick down there, and the walls seems to suck at your finger when you test the entrance. Meanwhile, her only reaction is a little twitch of her eyebrows when your finger penetrates her.

“I’m ready,” she says distractedly.

Well, fine then. You position the sensor and slide it in. Her only response is to take in a deep breath through her nose, and her chest swells a bit… but then her fingers are dancing over the keys.

For the experiment a minute ago, she used egg-shaped vibes on you and Hailee.

Grab a vibe? Or use your fingers?