Lesbian Sex: College

By Julia Muso

Girls Wild adventure at the university, erotic story compilation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781329867529

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Lesbian Sex: College

Lesbian Sex: college

Julia Muso

ISBN: 978-1-329-86752-9

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CHAPTER 1

Pledging a sorority wasn't exactly what I had expected it to be. I knew there would be some difficult moments, where I was forced to confront myself in ways I usually avoided, but I looked forward to those, thinking I would grow from that sort of challenge. What I didn't expect was the intensity of sisterly feelings that the whole process would generate, that I would come to feel so inseparable from my pledge sisters in every imaginable way.

I never gave much thought to joining a sorority, let alone becoming an Alpha, until my roommate Paige said that she was going to rush and convinced me to visit some of the houses with her. I'm generally independent minded and not especially interested in meeting frat boys or wandering around campus in identical dresses with a bunch of girls who look just like me. I didn't think a sorority would have anything to offer me; I didn't need to join a club to have friends. Nevertheless, Paige and I made a whirlwind tour of the different houses, and I have to admit they mostly seemed the same to me, the girls included, lots of girls who smiled too hard, with dyed blonde hair and clothes that didn't quite fit right. I wasn't impressed, and I didn't really care if I impressed any of them, which had the effect of doing just that. Everyone told me how poised I was, how natural.

What was weird was how the sorority sisters at so many of the houses would so overtly check the new girls out, not just for their personalities and stuff like that, but would check out their bodies, staring at our breasts and calves and asses like all the leering frat guys do. Were they afraid we'd be competition, that we'd make them look bad by comparison? Or was it the opposite, were they trying to make sure we would uphold the sorority's reputation? I couldn't tell. I knew I was fairly attractive, that my body was normal; I was well-proportioned and had a pretty symmetrical face. My breasts were round and firm, curvy but not heavy. A high-school boyfriend told me I had a sweet ass and great legs which embarrassed me to no end at the time, but that I secretly thought about a lot to reassure myself during those awkward years. Still I wasn't sure why these girls needed to look at me so intently. I felt strangely aware of myself as a body, and I didn't really like it. At one of the houses, I finally asked one of the sisters what was up.

After some small talk about my purse and my shoes, I asked, This might be weird, but I swear that some of the girls here have been, you know, checking me out.

The sister, her name was Ashley, probably, or Kaitlyn, they all seemed to be named one or the other, played dumb for a minute, but after I reassured her I wasn't offended by it or anything, she said rather cryptically, You know, the female form is beautiful. It's something we care about a lot, feminine beauty. We spend a lot of time together in the sorority, she said. It's no fun looking at girls with a bad figure. Ashley had room to talk; hers wasn't bad at all. In fact, I would have sworn she had her boobs done, they were so balloon-like, packed into a dress that