SSSD Halloween Epilogue Ch4

During Alison’s time with CCL, Meri Powers was generally considered the greatest leader in the sisterhood’s recent history. Meri had weaponized CCL’s appeal to usher in a new era of prosperity. There is no such thing as a rich sorority, but CCL was no longer broke. Dues had always been a little limp, and ironically, CCL had never been amazing at fundraising. Life support for CCL had been very successful former sisters making donations. Once Meri was in charge, the house received quite a few much-needed upgrades and a reprieve from the sense of precarity that went with being on the opposite side of the culture war from the spiteful board at the University.

One of the things that Meri greenlit to make CCL money had been the self-published collections of “CCL Confessions”, which had preyed on the imaginations of horny people who liked the idea of a spicy lesbian sorority. CCL Confessions is now on its third volume. It’s a small, but reliable source of income.

At the same time, a certain grad student in the psychology department decided to do the most obnoxious study imaginable: interviewing interested parties and CCL Confessions readers about their notions and fantasies about what must go on within the lust-filled halls of CCL House. Predictably, the study yielded a tremendous disparity in the nature and content of fantasies from males and females. The study was published shortly after the first collection, and it exposed Meri and the other architects of the book as having purposefully distorted reality to better cater to the male gaze as a presumably bigger audience and market.

Meri had responded to the scandal by greenlighting some comedic, instructional sex-education videos for closeted girls that were over-the-top erotic and even more popular than the books. That caused controversy with the University and the Gurlberg municipality, which only made it more successful.

All of that is to say that on a normal night, CCL House does not look like lesbian porn. Despite all the rumors, there still has never been really anything like a big orgy there, nor is it likely that there will be. Yes, there’s a bit of collective masturbation on occasion when the initiations get out of hand, and yes sometimes things get a little wild when the dungeon is crowded, or the box wine is really flowing—but even then it doesn’t look like porn. Actual lesbians “doing lesbianism” as Meri once put it, is just a lot of kissing and busy fingers, often with their clothes still on. Alison, like many girls, remembers a distinct sense of disappointment upon learning that CCL House is not in fact a portal directly into romantic yuri manga.

But there is one night of the year at CCL house when fantasy and reality align, like a solar eclipse. Where actual lesbians fall at least somewhat within the strike zone of the male gaze of their own accord: Halloween.

That’s what Alison and Ro walk into. Plastic skeletons, big paper spiders, orange and white string lights, and goofy bats hang from strings all over the house. Film scores slam through their eardrums. Strong drinks slosh from cheap plastic cups made to look like fantasy tankards while people devour a staggering amount of pizza rolls and Tostitos Scoops and queso. The smell of perfume, ****, and bodies is like wading into a sauna. And the costumes? They’re all over the place. One girl is an avocado while beside her is a sexy Art the Clown. There’s a slutty Alice in Wonderland, a classy, high-effort Legolas, a Jasmine that’s not trying to be sexy but is anyway, a slutty nurse and a real nurse in proper scrubs, a girl in an animal suit with a huge head that hides her identity completely… and it goes on.

The house is packed with CCL girls; the sorority is growing again with the massacre getting smaller in the rearview mirror and several good Presidents taking care of business. Their partners are here as well, and plenty of regulars from the county’s small but tight-knit gay community, like the owner and all the bartenders from Goldfinger. Even the hot Asian girl from the local biker gang is here.

A woman in an impressively serious Elvira getup breaks away from a cluster.

“Alison!” she shrieks, and Alison catches her when she trips on her heels. “Who’s this?” she asks, straightening herself out. “I thought you were still with Thor, God of Thunder.”

“My side piece,” Alison jokes, slipping her arm around Ro’s waist and pulling her in. “Ro. Ro, this is Tammy. She was treasurer when I was here. Where are you now?”

“Long distance with Whitman. So, it’s gonna be Dr. Tammy to you.”

“Congrats.”

Ro kind of zones out, taking in the costumes and people. She’s out of the closet and living with Marit, but she still never got near anything like this. Most girls are just chatting and drinking, but in the corner, a very sexy Velma from Scooby Doo in a short skirt has an even sexier witch cornered and locked in a deep, wet kiss. It’s intense. Ro swallows, her face heating up as she looks on. Black-painted nails lightly scratch the Velma’s exposed back as they slide down and lift her skirt, revealing lacy red panties. Ro shifts uncomfortably as the witch’s fingers caress and squeeze the Velma’s rather plump buttock.

“Ro?”

“Yes!”

“We don’t have drinks. Thirsty?” Alison asks, nudging her with an elbow.

Ro blushes.