Sorority Crush

By Lexie X

Cora's new to her sorority, and she's not fitting in well. Her beautiful red-haired mentor, Bethany, tries to show her the ropes... but a heated and surprising encounter opens up a very different kind of relationship between them.

Contains domination, roughness, submission, and lesbian sex. Adults only!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lexie X
• Release date: Feb 27, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311176578

Lexie X

Lexie X is an author of erotic fiction interested mainly in first times, domination, and seduction. You can follow more erotic works by her at her blog at LexieX.com.

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Sorority Crush

A Virgin Lesbian Erotic Tale

By Lexie X

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Sorority Crush

Cora sat at the bar, watching her supposed mentor flirting with guys. It was her first week at the sorority, and she'd initially been thrilled to make it in… but her supposed big sister was anything but a wise mentor.

Bethany was gorgeous, and she knew it. She had that rare kind of natural red hair that made her immediately stand out in a crowd, and she kept it long and perfectly done at all times. Her sharp makeup and purple dress accentuated her green eyes in a rather stark manner, and she'd used her looks to flirt her way into free drinks pretty much all night long.

Before getting into the sorority, Cora had thought herself decently pretty, what with her shoulder-length blonde hair, blue eyes, and thin body… but she now saw herself as a tomboy in comparison to her dolled-up sisters. She'd had nothing to talk about with any of them… they played volleyball and did internships every summer, while she'd played soccer and basketball while hanging with her friends. She hated to think it, but the experience wasn't going well.

Coming over and leaning over the bar to order another drink, Bethany gave her a sidelong glare. Come on, it's Friday. You should be having fun.

I'm just not a big drinker, she replied, still nervous about the fake ID the redhead had hooked her up with.

Bethany waited with one eyebrow raised, saying nothing.

Fine, she gave in, miffed. Um, what's good?

Try an Irish Car Bomb.

She ordered one, and it came shortly. She gulped it down in one long breath, trying to get her mentor off her case… and she nearly threw up. God, that's horrible!

It is, Bethany told her. But it'll get you drunk! Get a beer to chase it.

The bartender already had one ready, along with a knowing grin. Cora took it, sipped it, and found it to be far less offensive than the powerful shot cocktail had been. Regaining control of her senses, she faced her mentor. Why do I need to get drunk, anyway?

The redhead sighed. Honestly, Cora? You're not really fitting in.

Surprised by that sudden honesty, she froze.

Don't look so much like a deer in headlights, Bethany said. You know it, too. You're a nice girl, I'm sure, but you're always on the sidelines judging. This - she indicated the bar. "- doesn't matter. We are not drunk hoes. This is the fun part, and we need to have fun when we can, because we work so hard all the time. If you're not fun, you're a problem."

Wow, she replied, wondering whether she should be offended.

Don't get mad, Bethany said flatly. Just have some fucking fun for once.

Huh. It sounded like an honest suggestion. Alright, I guess. Why not?

For once, the redhead smiled at her. Good. Now do another Irish Car Bomb.

What? No way!

The smile turned strained. "It's twelve forty-five, Cora. You have to catch up, and you have to catch up now."

She frowned. What about some other drink?

You hate Irish Car Bombs?

She nodded emphatically. Yes!

Then it has to be an Irish Car Bomb. Show your commitment.

Heated anger needled at her, but she ordered another one and downed it while her mentor watched. Throughout the several long gulps, she thought she might suddenly retch it all back up… but she made it, and dropped the glass, gasping for air.

Chase it, Bethany said firmly.

She chugged half her beer to wash the taste away.

Alright. Awesome. It's going to hit you hard, so let's get started. The redhead looked around the bar with a searching gaze. Over there. See those two guys?

Feeling a little heady, Cora nodded. What about 'em?

Well, what do you see?

They look nice.

Her mentor sighed. Seriously, look, and tell me what you can guess about them.

I don't know… she said, studying the two guys. Business clothes. Loose ties. They must have just gotten off work.

Bethany laughed. "That's what they want you to think. What are they, like twenty-two? And who gets