Samantha

You are SAMANTHA, a pledge in CCL, Gurlberg’s wildest and coolest sorority. Actually, Gurlberg only has two sororities: this one and CGH: Chicks Go Hard. But CGH is full of angsty girls that are focused on sports, not on fun. CCL has never gotten along well with those jocks.

And you? You have never been an athlete… and you’re a little bigger than most of the skinny CCL girls, but they don’t give you much trouble about it. Except for Lotte.

You’re still just a pledge, but you like CCL. There’s no shame in CCL house, and it always feels like something fun is right around the corner. The only problem with it is that you have a terrible room: it’s tiny, and the best is so old that it squeaks at the slightest move. That has nothing to do with your weight. Even the lightest girl would make it wobble and wail, just turning over in her sleep. Even Amy has said that they need to replace it.

That’s why you’re lying on the rug at the moment, your phone in one hand and your other hand in your underwear.

On your phone’s screen, your girlfriend’s pale, sweaty face is locked in an expression of intense pleasure. You can hear the rapid, wet squelching of her fingers on her clit. You’re doing the exact same thing, your middle finger on your fat, slick clit, rubbing between your thick, fleshy lips down there as you masturbate furiously.

“Baby,” your girlfriend gasps.

And your phone beeps at you. Again. It’s the third time in a minute, and it’s absolutely killing the mood. You groan and stop, withdrawing your dripping hand to check the texts.

“Sorry,” you whimper. Shit. It’s Dorothy. She wants you to come downstairs.

You sigh, laying your wet hand on your plump belly. You’re burning between your legs, so turned on…

“Ah!” Your girlfriend lets out a limp, and you stare longingly at the screen, watching her cum. She’s in her dorm room in Portland right now, all the way across the country. You would give anything to be there with her. “Whoa. Ho… whoo…” she pants. “Did you say something?”

“I have to go, baby,” you murmur.

“Oh. Are you OK?”

“I’m OK. Love you.” You end the video chat and roll your eyes. Fucking CCL. All they do is sexy things, then they interrupt you when you are doing sexy things.

You stand up, looking at your flushed face in the mirror for a moment, then shake yourself awake and put on pajama pants and a t-shirt before heading out into the hall, where you almost run into Ingrid.

She has obviously taken a bath, because she smells heavenly. She wears a baggy CCL t-shirt that leaves her perfect legs bare, and she’s toweling off her hair.

You freeze guiltily.

“Hello,” she says.

“Hi,” you reply awkwardly. You’ve gained a lot of confidence, but you aren’t there yet. You still look at her like she’s some angel who is way out of your league.

She heads toward her room, and you go downstairs to the kitchen, where Dorothy is wiping down the cooktop and the petite missionary is at the table. What was her name? Bao? She showed up a few hours, and Amy was actually nice enough to sit down and chat with her for a while. You have a hunch that Bao is not going to turn very many CCL girls away from their sinful ways.

“What’s going on?” you ask Dorothy.

“Have you seen Missy?” the cook asks. You admire Dorothy a lot. She has so much class, and you have noticed that there’s something between her and Missy.

“No,” you reply honestly. “I don’t think I’ve seen her at all today.”

“I just searched the whole house,” Dorothy says, putting her rag down and planting her hands on her hips to face you. “I can’t find her anywhere.” She picks up a flashlight. “I’m going to look outside. I just don’t want to keep leaving Bao alone since she’s a guest, and I can’t take her outside. I’m sure she doesn’t want to get wet.”

Dorothy is really nice.

“Gotcha,” you say. You don’t mind babysitting, but you wish the timing had been better. You were really enjoying yourself. Couldn’t Dorothy have texted you just a few minutes later?

“Thanks,” Dorothy says with a smile, taking her flashlight and heading into the hall.

“Did you text her?” you call after her.

“Of course,” Dorothy replies.

So Missy isn’t replying? You hope she isn’t in bed with someone else. One little drawback to the lack of boundaries in CCL house is that sometimes you get these unofficial couples and stuff, and then someone fools around with someone else and boom! Instant drama. You have seen some major cattiness develop over Hailee and Kiley in the past weeks, but that’s the price of being the hot blonde ones.

You join Bao at the table. “You’re probably crashing here tonight, right?”

“If it’s OK with you,” she replies shyly.

“Of course it’s fine. But where are we doing to have you sleep?” You frown. The house is full of bedrooms, and there are plenty that aren’t in use right now, but those beds don’t have sheets on them or pillows or anything. There are couches, but you’d still want to give her a blanket and pillow. “I’d offer you my room, but it probably smells like sex. But we’ll figure it out. We need to start by finding you some clean bedding.”

“I don’t want you to go to any trouble,” she says politely.

“It’s sheets, not an eight-hour shift working the register at Burger King,” you reply.

Sheets. Pillows. The house is full of things left behind by other girls. There are a thousand closets upstairs that you can check for some spare bedding. Or you could ask Becka; Becka knows CCL house better than anyone. You need to make sure that Bao has everything she needs for the night.

Find Becka?

Or go search upstairs?