The breaker

Freshman Orientation Requires Brain Reorientation - f/F explicit

Original Author:: here4stories

Original Publishing date: Jun 10, 2026

Original Source: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/freshman-orientation-requires-brain-reorientation-f-m-explicit.470242/

Even this is only half completed, it's more than I ever had the patience for I figured I'd post the first half and the rest later. Enjoy!

Susan lay under the covers in her dark bedroom staring at the ceiling thinking about a soda pop machine. They must have those, right? All college students drink soda? This turned to musing on what material her dorm furniture would be, who the hottest girl in her chem class would be, where she was from, what her favorite food was so she could invite her to a study session in the cafeteria where they may or may not have a soda machine. Yeah, they gotta have soda machines, dumbo. Of course they do.

She turned to look at the alarm clock that had been at her bedside since she got her first bicycle:

11:54

6 hours and 6 minutes of sleep before one of the biggest days of my life… Ugh!

As Susan lay in unsettled misery, cocooned in her comforter, pondering unanswerable (and ultimately unimportant) questions about what college life would be like, the door crept open. By the time her eyes had adjusted to the intruding light outside, she realized that the visitor was her older sister’s best friend Natasha. she clutched the comforter a bit tighter, encircling it around her further as if hugging a boa constrictor, and sat up.

“What are you doing in here?” she hissed as she closed the door, which again illuminated the room with only dim moonlight and the small red digits on Susan’s alarm clock. It was enough light to highlight the outlines of her cheeks, smiling lips and teeth, light green eyes, shoulder length brown bob-cut… the folds in what seemed to be purple silk pajamas, long silver nails and the little star tattoos on the back of her right hand she found so adorable. Everything required to reveal her identity while maintaining almost complete darkness.

“Shhhhhh!” she whispered and put her index to her lips while giggling through closed lips.

“I figured you’d be awake,” she said in a barely audible whisper. “The first day of college is nerve-wracking, I know. I don’t think I slept two hours. I collapsed on an open suitcase in my dorm room the next day while packing my drawers.

“That sounds like you,” Susan said in the bratty voice she often employed with the girl who’d practically been her surrogate sibling since she could remember. Most people who met them in public assumed that her sister Maddie had a more mischievous twin named Tasha who teased her younger sister than the more mature one did.

She lay on the bed again, released some of the vice grip on the blanket, and sighed.

“But you’re right. I can’t sleep.”

Natasha pulled the chair behind Susan’s desk across the room and took a seat at her bedside. Her proximity unnerved her. After all, the only thing between her and the girl she’d had a crush on since puberty was a blanket and pair of boxer shorts, her large breasts exposed under her covers. Now that she was 18 (and - being the oldest kid in her class - approaching 19), she looked less like a girl and more like the 27-year-old woman she was.

“What are you even doing here?”

“Mads got called in to cover the bar until close. So, I figured I’d check on you.”

“Are my parents home?”

“Why, scared of me?”

She shook her head and turned away.

“You’re such a dork.”

With her back turned, lying in the dark, being able to feel someone staring at you took on a whole new meaning. she noticed the fragrance of damp hair and lavender shampoo for the first time. Why the hell did she shower now? she turned to face her again and noticed that she hadn’t even adjusted her position in the chair.

“Did you just shower?”

“Mmmm hmmmm. I need to go to work at 6. I’m gonna go right from here, so I figured I’d shower up.”

Susan stared at the ceiling again while Natahsa reclined. she knew she was letting her collect her thoughts, waiting for her to stretch her legs, scrunch the toes on her big feet, run her fingers through her curly brown hair as she did so often. she knew Natasha wasn’t going anywhere until she asked the question she knew burned in her mind.

“So, what’s it like? I mean – I don’t even know what to ask you, Tash. I’m really nervous.”

“YOU? Nervous?”

“Don’t be a dick, I’m serious.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I haven’t been able to relax for like a week. I feel like there’s so much pressure on me that I’m gonna pop.”

Natasha turned her gaze from her and pressed her lips together. It soothed her to know she was considering her words so carefully, as her tender smile did when she set eyes on her again. She placed her hand and on her chest above the blanket like a doting mother and delicately drummed her fingertips.

“Are you nervous about, what? Class? Making friends? Girls? I know that you’re a lesbian.”

Her increasing smile and lean told her that, embarrassingly, she must have picked up on some body language cue that revealed the g-word made her flinch.

“Are you serious? You are as cute as pumpkin pie. Everyone is gonna want to taste little Susie.”

She sat up and punched her shoulder, clutching the blanket that was now draped on her like a toga.

“I swear, fuck you, Tasha!” she hissed as her cheeks reddened and fell victim to a burgeoning grin.

“Shhhhhhh!!!” she said, stifling a giggle, and eased her back to the bed again snug under the covers.

“How about this? I’ll tell you a story about what you can expect in your first semester. I’m not sure when, or even how, but it will be one of the most stimulating experiences of your life.”

“This sounds promising.”

Natasha leaned in, her face now directly above Susan’s, and she slid her fingers into her hair and caressed her scalp. This was no big bratty sister vibe, it was like a mother preparing to impart great wisdom or tend to a child bedridden with the flu. Such a feeling from Natasha made her twitch, but she dared not speak or fight it.

“So, I’m sure you know that Greek life is pretty prominent on campus. Maybe not as much as some schools, but there are plenty of frats and sororities. As you know, pledge week and initiations can be pretty wild. Well, the sorority I was a part of had the most creative initiation I’ve ever heard of, before or since.”

Susan noticed that her other hand was delicately creeping up the side of her bed underneath the blanket like a tarantula. Her jaw clamped down hard and she could feel her thighs and toes involuntarily twitching. The spider hand progressed, undeterred, until its legs rested against her hip just above her waistband. Her other hand continued to caresses her scalp with long, persistent strokes. She had a tuft of hair clutched between her thumb and palm to keep her head still without yanking her hair uncomfortably.

“Groups of pledges would patrol quiet areas near the freshman dorms, just waiting, as long as they needed, to, until they spied a lone girl returning to her room. Then, they’d converge and sweep her off her feet. They’d grab her arms…”

She circled her fingers around her wrist and squeezed.

“Her legs…”

Her hand moved to her thigh and sat motionless, like a warm, fleshy blanket. Susan fought the urge to grunt and could feel her lips dripping. Probably not enough for her to notice, she thought, but if she didn’t pull that damn thing away soon, she’d sure feel the vibrations of a growing climax.

“Her waist…”

Hand relocated to cover her navel. This wasn’t technically her waist, Susan thought, but she was so frozen with anxious arousal that her entire body was wired together like one giant, confused nerve ending. If she tapped on her elbow she wondered if she’d feel it on her heel.

“And if she cried for help, they’d gag the poor babe.”

Don’t you dare say a fucking word. Under certain circumstances, she would have cursed her out and tossed her teasing hand away like a cellophane wrapper. But anticipation, curiosity, and sublime buzzing all over her body kept Susan frozen. It was tough to know if she didn’t want to disenchant this spell, or if she was unable to.

“Finally, they tossed her into a van and returned to the sorority house where the real initiation began.”

She reached into a pocket on her pajama bottoms and revealed a long, silk scarf. Both hands crept under the blanket and teased her bicep with the slick fabric, sliding it in criss-cross patterns down her arm until it arrived at her wrist. She circled it around her wrist several times and gently eased her arm up to the bedpost. By now, resistance was a thought foreign to her mind. What the fuck is going on? she could feel her pussy pulsing and she chewed on her lower lip as Natasha secured her wrist to the bedpost. This wasn’t a puppy love crush. she felt the tendrils of womanhood encircling her body, protruding into her soul. she would willingly kill to take whatever journey they led her on. This was no longer bratty goofball Tasha – it was a seductress, a siren, a creature that unearthed a penchant for submission she didn’t know existed. And her fuck head boyfriend actually sacrificed this for someone else? What the hell is love really like?

She sauntered to the other side of the bed and eased her other wrist to the bedpost, caressing her hand as she secured the now helpless appendage to the bed.

“They tied her wrists…”

To Susan’s amazement, Natasha slipped out of her panties and shimmied her bra through the top of her pajama shirt. The bra she dropped on the floor, but the panties she flattened on to Susan’s chest like a silky apron.

“Tasha, fuck…” she stammered as she extended the waistband across her shoulder line and extended the crotch into her cleavage. It was just close enough to keep a subtle scent of her womanhood hanging in the air.

She eased both arms underneath the blanket and massaged her foot, squeezing and warming it before clicking a fuzzy handcuff around her ankle and the bedpost.

“Her ankles…”

She couldn’t resist letting out a wanton whine while every muscle in her body percolated as she repeated the routine with her other foot. She covered her with her comforter, uncreased, perfectly flat and sat in the chair next to her where the charade had begun. She then continued teasing her scalp as if the previous few minutes didn’t exist.

“And do you know what they did then?”

The caresses ceased. Expired. Susan’s mouth hung open and she stifled a sigh, terrified of being the first one to interrupt the sublime silence in the dark room. she sensed Natasha leaning toward her until she detected her balmy breath warming her ear.

“They tickled them. I tickled them.”