Before you have a chance to reply another girl form the table comes over to you two; she is about your height with long straight black hair, a small little jewel piercing her nose that you wouldn’t have noticed had it not sparkled when the sunlight hit it straight on, large soft green eyes, and a massive smile. She’s not a skinny little bitch but not exactly of the plump type either, somewhere in between with massive breasts that jiggle in all the right ways.
“Darla wants to see you two.” She says.
You give Vicky a quizzical look, who just smiles. The girl gestures for you two to go over. “Looks like you have just been chosen by a senior.” The other girls are sitting at a long table wearing an assortment of miniskirts, tank tops, shirts too small to be really called t shirts, pants so tight you thought that they were painted on, anything that fitted their forms rather than hung on their bodies like clothes. You thought there were uniforms the girls had to wear here, but it’s not the first official day of school so maybe they were just avoiding it until school started.
“Hello, Vicky, have you been doing what I told you to do?” Vicky walked up to Darla, who then pulled her thong down and felt her crotch. “Good, nice and wet. And who are you?” she says turning to you.
“I’m ,” you reply, choosing not to mention that you are a freshman or Vicky’s roommate.
“And you are Vicky’s roommate and a freshman.” Damn, she knew. “Don’t worry, Jayne and Kendra told me,” she nodded over towards two girls sitting on the far side of the table; one redhead and one black that are laughing at something but don’t take notice of you. You take a second to recognize them as the girls you met in the elevator just not too long ago. A third girl, the girl that called you and Vicky over, is talking with them: that must be Suzy, Jayne mentioned her as her roommate. They actually are in their school uniforms; a rather flattering white blouse that happens to be easy to see through, a plaid skirt that varies in length from mini (like on Jayne) to rather not so flattering (like on Kendra), and a sport coat that only goes down to just below the belly button. Anything below that looks to be up to you.
“Well, since you are a freshman you need a senior to show you the ropes, and it looks like you lucked out since my sorority sister here,” she leans to her side and puts her arms around the girl sitting next to her, “Megan, needs one. That is, if Megan wants to.”
Megan, who has short blonde hair and a chest that she likes to push out, smiled a big toothy smile. “Oh, I think I can show her quit a few things, she is not a bad looking freshman at all. In fact I think we should get to know each other right now.” She gets up, takes you arm, and heads off in the direction of what you assume is where she is living. As she leads you away she starts talking into your ear: “You should feel happy that I am taking you under my wing – you get certain privileges over other freshman since you are now associated with my sorority. If you play your cards right we might even let you join our group.” |