My Only Talent Ch. 27

The Weather Channel was on the wall mounted LCD TV, and they were talking about a big storm system currently forming as two weather fronts collided in Colorado and were expected to move across Oklahoma, Texas, Arkansas, Tennessee, and the Carolinas tomorrow, with the potential for big thunderstorms, hail, flash flooding, and even some tornados. The predictions were that the storm system wouldn't make it as far south as the Austin area, so I forgot all about it.

Oiler spotted me first, and he and Gretchen came over to welcome us. I told him I had decided to pledge and he gave me a bear hug that lifted me at least a foot off the ground. If that wasn't embarrassing enough, it made Orinda send some Suzie for him. Word spread quickly, and soon Cisco and a the fall pledges I had helped with girl spotting at the mixers came out to greet me. A few minutes later, Ralph arrived with Big Liz and Little Marilyn, and soon all three were grinning and hugging me, and I was very aware of how nice Liz and Marilyn felt in my arms.

Dinner was wonderful, and everyone loved Orinda. I was feeling melancholy about our soon to expire 'benefits' arrangement, but that made me determined to rock her world tonight. I knew I would never forget her, and I was going to do my best to make sure she never forgot me. I was introduced to the other spring pledges, and learned that although UDP eschewed hazing, there would be 'pledge classes' with required service, tests on fraternity history and dogma, and some required ingenious pranks to be devised to demonstrate that we were really UDP material.

I got another commitment from Oiler to help tutor me as required, as this spring semester I started some of the more challenging 'weed out' classes, like engineering mechanics and differential equations. I would have to work exceptionally hard to maintain my current high GPA. If I made it through the spring semester, this coming summer would be my first official 'work assignment" for the distributed education program, and if I followed the normal progression, I would go to school in the fall and then work for a second time in the spring. Lillehammer was already bugging me via email about completing my interviews and securing a spot for the summer work period.

We got another round of hugs (Orinda got more than I did) as I prepared to leave the UDP house for the 10:00 PM invite to the BOT slumber party. Two of the fall pledges who lived at our dorm insisted that it was their duty to escort Orinda there to make sure she was safe. I know all about that duty shit, guys. At least if there were two of them they might police each other.

I watched the three of them walk off toward the dorm, and then turned and made my way toward the Beta Omicron Theta, or "Booty" house. I had been there before, with the lovely Country Chrissy at the square dance party, and had very fond memories of it. It was a huge white painted brick house with several outbuildings, surrounded by huge oleander bushes, and was right in the middle of West Campus, a ways almost due west of my dorm, amid apartments and a few other smaller sorority and fraternity houses. I got a bit of a rush (so to speak) thinking out my incomplete but wonderful 'second base' tryst with Chrissy behind the pool house sitting on those stacked and stored patio chairs.

The front porch light was on, but the Spring Rush open house was apparently over - no comely female PNMs were in sight and the front doors were closed. I grabbed one of the two big knockers on the front doors (how appropriate) and announced my arrival. The door was opened by a spectacular woman: if you scaled Suzanne up to Lara's full six feet, she might look like this one. She had shining black hair, perfect light olive skin, light brown eyes, a muscular yet curvy figure with some very big knockers of her very own, and a beautiful face.

This woman had not been at the square dance party, because I would have remembered her. She had pink silk pajamas on - should I have brought pajamas? She was absolutely captivating, but I was very disappointed to discover that she sent no Suzie for me. Damn. I recognized her from my brief visit to the sorority's web page. She was their President, a senior political science major from Houston, and the fourth generation heir of a famous (or perhaps infamous, and very liberal) Texas political family.

"Hello, Robbie. I am Jenna Hogg Shrub, Sorority President of Beta Omicron Theta. Welcome to our house!" She opened the door wide and beckoned me to come in. The first thing I noticed was candles: a lot of candles. What kind of slumber party was this? Susan introduced me to several other women who came down the very impressive stairway in their entry hall, they and turned out to be the internal and external vice presidents, social chairpersons, rush coordinators, rush trainers, rush captains, and pledge trainers. The 'rush' group had on jeans and sorority logo tee shirts, but the others had some very frilly pajamas on, like Susan did.

She explained that the rush coordinator, trainers and captains were involved in the what they called 'first night' for the new spring pledges, and would go back to work with them until midnight, then put on their pajamas and join the rest of us for the 'first night slumber party' which they referred to with an almost reverent tone in their voices. My ego soon got a little salve, in that Susan was the only woman who wasn't sending some Suzie for me, and some of them were sending rather frantically, at that. The rush group all shook my hand very warmly and lingeringly, and went back upstairs to 'put the spring pledges to bed for the night', and promised that they would be back as soon as they could. That did sound promising.

Susan took my forearm and led me, with the other pajama clad girls closely following, into a sitting room with several large couches. "Welcome to our parlor!" Susan said. It reminded me of Candy's initial invitation into her apartment, and it reminded the brain between my legs too, with the usual physiological result. I tried not to pay any attention to it, but it was obviously noticed (and appreciated) by almost everyone else in the room. I sat on the couch and suddenly found myself surrounded by pretty, perfumed and pajama clad girls. I just got harder.

Susan cleared her throat, and said, "Robbie, you may be wondering why you were invited to our 'first night' slumber party tonight. It is rather unprecedented to invite a male - you are in fact the first. This party is a tradition, held in parallel with the slumber party for new spring pledges. It is a reward for the hard work all the sorority officers have done in the fall and the spring to bring in this year's pledge class. We have a set of activities for the pledges to help them bond, but while that takes place we try to do something separately that we officers will all enjoy. We invite someone that we admire and want to meet. We have had senators, first ladies, fashion designers, entrepreneurs, authors, singers, and award winning actresses here to stay overnight with us and teach us how to be better people."

I wondered how I fit in, and she went on: "When we did some preliminary polling to determine who we wanted to invite this year, I was surprised to find that my vote, for you, was duplicated by the majority. You see, I was one of the hundreds of women at the "Addicted to Austin" party, and I was spellbound by the insights you gave the ones who came forward to reveal their sexual desires, and envious of the woman who was your 'trainee'. Frankly, I was very envious." Then why no Suzie signals, I wondered, but she went on, "Everyone here has heard all about it and feels the same way that I do, a we have taken an oath to keep all this secret, but once the other officers return to join us, we want you to choose one of us as your trainee for the night, and let the rest of us watch her training!"

Wow. What a concept. The brain between my legs ran with the idea, with the one between my ears following along. Let's train all the pledges, too! In a big group, with all the women naked and on their knees, anxious to learn how to best get us off, then feast on and fuck all those lovely pussies and asses, too. This was a brilliant idea, and it increases our blood flow.

The brain between my ears then saw some problems, but had trouble being heard. Why was the very woman who started all this not sending any Suzie for us? What would happen if someone didn't keep their oath? What would lovely Country Chrissy think, since we made a promise to her, and without sounding too much like the punch line to the old joke, a deal was a deal. Besides, both brains were really looking forward to having Chrissy next fall.

The brain between my legs sought a way to move forward. What if we ask Chrissy and she is okay with it? But then, she will have to say yes or her name will be mud with all her sorority sisters. Hooray. Let's do it! But that will make her feel even worse, the brain between my ears countered, because she really didn't have a choice, and she will hate us, and we'll never get her like we want. Plus what does Susan get out of this? What is her real purpose?

Susan, who was setting right next to me, locked her eyes on to me, leaned in closer, touched me gently with her hands, and started speaking to me in a soft and breathy voice, extolling all the virtues of her plan, and ending most of her sentences with her mouth open. Something stirred in both my brains.

Isn't this exactly the way Suzanne and Strelsa acted toward each other right before they made it on that couch? Aren't these all the classic signs that a woman is really into you? But with no Suzie signal, it really feels disturbing. Both of my brains reached the same conclusion: she is play acting, and thus OUR DICK IS IN DANGER!

A feeling of absolute certainly swept through me. It was amazing how clear everything can be when both brains are in complete agreement. I was not going to do what Susan wanted. But what was I going to do?

By this time the other women were walking down the stairs again, in pajamas, and looking and smelling fantastic. The brain between my legs rebelled. Look at all that pussy! We have got to find a way to get that stuff. The brain between my ears was resolute. Don't fall for it; this is some kind of hustle. For some reason I recalled my Dad's advice about customer control. Sometimes you just can't sell the customer what they want, especially if it might damage you or the relationship and cause you to lose them as a future customer. Sometimes you have to sell them on what is best for you and okay for them. All of the sorority members were sitting around me now, and watching me very closely.

I leaned back, listening to all those sweet Suzies, save only Susan, their leader, who was still sending nothing. Zip. I gave Susan my very best lusty leer, and then began, trying to sound fully masterful. "I have never seen a more wonderful and attractive group of potential trainees than y'all. You are all lovely, well educated, well mannered young ladies, who also happen to be hot as hell, and I would be proud to be with any one of you. In fact, I am having fantasies about all of you right now."

Their Suzies soared, except for Susan, still sending nothing at all. But the rest not only wanted me, but now I was telling them how wonderful and desirable they were, and they liked that. "I have long admired your sorority, ever since I attended a square dance party last September. Everything was set up beautifully and I had a wonderful time."

One of the girls spoke up. "I thought that was you! Susan, this is the guy I told you about that filled in for the square dance caller when the old guy got sick. He saved the party!"

A wave of Suzies hit me again. In this crowd, saving an official sorority party that would otherwise have been known far and wide among the other sororities as a disaster was for all intents and purposes a gratifying sexual act! Now they liked me even more. One more setup statement and then on to my substitute close.

"I spent some time on your website when I got your invitation, and one of the things I admired most was your commitment to each other and the pledge of loyalty to your sisters." They were on board, I knew, so go for it, Robbie. "So I know you will understand why I must decline your offer. I have a previous loyalty to one of your members, the one who asked me to that dance."

The same woman spoke again. "Chrissy? The Master is holding out on us for Chrissy Nunnely? A pledge!"

"Yes. Chrissy and I have made plans to date each other again next fall, and I could not be comfortable being intimate with any of her sorority sisters instead. She is a wonderful young lady and I am proud to call her my friend."

They were stunned. The Suzies halted for a moment, and then returned even more strongly, as each one of them (except Susan) pictured themselves as the object of such devotion and loyalty. Then they liked me even more, and they were proud of their sister Chrissy, again except for Susan. An ugly kind of un-Suzie signal emerged from her, not completely unlike the one ponytail had sent in the plane when he saw me, and I realized what it meant. She perceived me as foiling her plan, just like he saw me as messing up his plan, and it worried me.

Suddenly she reacted, angrily yelling at the Pledge Trainer. "Go up and get that bitch Chrissy and bring her down here! We'll all watch her training right now!"

I had to cut that off at the pass. "I can't do that. It must be done in private and in an atmosphere of complete trust to be effective."

She glared at me. I wondered if I was up to another knockout right cross, if required. Without a Suzie blast to make her stumble, this Amazon might be able to take me, but I was very curious as to what was up with her.

"Let me propose something, Susan, since you are the leader of the sorority. If you will open yourself up to me in private, and tell me the absolute truth about your desires, I will give you even more insight and advice about your desires than I gave to those women at the party!"

This was a hit with all the other sisters. They wanted that kind of session for themselves. Susan felt trapped. It seemed that the very last thing she wanted was to be truthful and open with me, but she knew she could not refuse me in front of the whole sorority. But she could delay. 'Okay, Robbie. I need to stay with the group tonight, but I will call you and we will spend some time together talking."

After that the real action was over. There was some polite small talk, and a few smiles and hugs. I never even got to see Chrissy, and soon I was headed out the door, and I beat feet to Candy's place. I literally couldn't wait to get there, and it wasn't a long walk. It was an even shorter run - I got there early.

Candy answered the door and let me in. I could tell by the smell it wasn't Mattel, although they did have some sex toys in use - the girls had definitely started without me. I was so happy to be here with beautiful AND trustworthy girls. They were both flushed and beaming, and I had to force myself to pick one to concentrate on.

They were not keen on being split up, but I made it clear we could all get back together after our initial 'one-on-one' training sessions. Since Candy was our host, I had to pick her first. Orinda said she would take a shower and freshen up and see us later. We retired to Candy's bedroom.

I had given some thought to the 'find out what my girl likes best' problem, using some of the techniques from engineering 101 to plot the best route to survey and catalog her Suzie responses. Best in this case meant complete, finding everything that pleases her; effective, meaning to discover what is her #1, #2, #3, etc., and finally efficient; finding all this out in the minimum possible time.

This was the kind of experimental design exercise I really liked. Despite my advanced planning, I found myself just kissing Candy's lovely face and lips because I wanted to. It worked, though, because I instantly had a high speed connection to her Suzie, and I was lovin' it. So was she - she was so turned on that everything I did seemed to work equally well, and I realized she was well beyond the need for extensive foreplay. I stuck to my plan, and focused in on her nether lips and her sweet little pussy, so well framed by the pink outline of her bikini bottoms surrounded by her perfect tan. She was already wet and wild, and ready for a tune up.

I had never felt such a direct connection. I knew exactly how to scratch her itch at just the right time and place, and was rewarded with a copious flow of her sweet juice. This really was the nectar of the gods, and I told her so. I learned her trigger spots, how rough to get with her clit, how strongly to suck and nip at her inner and outer lips, how long and strong to thrust my tongue into her, and how quickly her muscles would tense when she came.

I could tell when she was just about to go over the edge, and I could hold her there in delicious anticipation and then bring her off at will. Her orgasm sent a Suzie signal that burrowed into my brain. I didn't ejaculate, but otherwise it was a little ancillary orgasm of my own. I began to see how it was possible for a woman to have so many orgasms, one right after another. It scared me a little, but I soldiered on.

I put a finger in her, and then two, and found I could map her G-spot and its sensitive regions by touching and listening to her Suzie for responses. I got her just on the edge again, the pulled her trigger with my finger just as I tongued her lovely ass. Another, slightly different and more powerful Suzie orgasm signal hit me and brought me off, again without ejaculation. In fact, it just seemed to make me harder.

Thank goodness for those mirror neurons. After two more of those, I felt her urgent need for penetration calling out to me. Somehow I knew to get a little rough, and I used my knees to spread her legs apart and put my elbows on either side of her armpits, and entered her pussy long and strong, or at least as much as I could. After a few thrusts, her response was obvious, and I shifted to put all my weight on her pubic bone and fucked her for all I was worth. Every hour of running and workout pain I had ever endured was worth it for just one second of this feeling, as my thrusting awakened something primal within her, and she came again, and still another even more urgent Suzie speared my brain, and made me pause for a second.

I could be happy as a fly in amber, suspended and preserved with this feeling forever. But then another signal grabbed me and shook me, an even more primal and urgent Suzie that clearly and unmistakably said "Fuck Me More", and so I did. Another orgasm ensued and that made something primal within me seek even more penetration. I flipped her over and pushed her up toward the front of the bed, and she grabbed the headboard with both hands and put her head and shoulders down and her beautiful butt up, and sobbed.

I felt the ancient penetrating wasp within me rise up as I mounted her doggie style and got up on my legs a bit so I could slam into her from above and behind. It was perfect. Her final orgasm went through me like a lightning bolt, and my thunder followed a few seconds later with an ejaculation so violent I was convinced I had left more than my seed behind in her. It was completely non-volitional for a few moments as my spinal reflexes took over my entire body and pumped my cock into her five or six more spastic times.

Then I was completely still and wanted to just stay this connected with her for as long as I could. I heard voices whispering her name and realized they were all mine. I rolled off to the side and wrapped her up in my arms and realized I was crying. So was she. We said nothing. We fought for oxygen and we both won. Every square millimeter of skin contact was pure joy. Was this true love? I didn't know. Maybe I was too scared to find out. Finally she kissed me on the shoulder and said, "I am going to turn on the lamp."