Rush Week

Rush week was in my top three least favorite times of the school year, following only finals and fire drill week. A series of fortunate events and position changes in Gamma Nu allowed me to be almost wholly removed from the whole planning and executing part of it all--but no matter how many degrees of separation I had between myself and the new members, something always needed my help.

Technically, as the treasurer of the sorority, I don't have an official Little nor do I have to attend any mandatory bonding activities. It's an extremely useful advantage to have as an honors economics major, especially in my junior year. I did manage fuck it all up, though. I accidentally made some good friends with the freshmen girls last year, to the point where I became an honorary Big for a few girls. I roped myself into attending at least half of the parties, games, fundraisers, and rush events to cheer them on like some sort of soccer mom. Worst of all, I had fun doing it. Now don't get me wrong--I love the girls and community at Gamma Nu. I don't think I've ever fought with any of them. I love the opportunities we all grant each other by forming our sisterhood and all that... But I had shit to do. The scholarship I'm on does not just magically pay my tuition. For that reason, I opted entirely out of rush week this year. Jennifer and Allie, my two faux-Littles, plead otherwise the entire time.

"Please? You know we're at a loss for what to do without you, Nance," begged Jenny. Constantly.

"She's right. We have maybe two events out of five approved. The rest of them have been shot down by the Dean's office."

I may be an Econ major, but around here I'm treated like some sort of creative writing professor. All of their ideas for Rush get shot down because they have no tact. The Dean's office could not give less of a shit if your frat or sorority is directly hazing the rushers, you just have to lie to them about it. When I relayed all of this information to them, I was immediately struck with the realization that they had just roped me back in to help with the planning. Fuck that. The Sunday evening before Rush Week, I had to take a firm stance. No help. I had a group project due Friday and had to make up for the three other people's lack of contribution before then. Jen and Allie finally relented, thank God.

I wish they hadn't.

Three days had gone by peacefully. The Bigs had planned the activities to take place either in official campus facilities or at the parties of the nearest frat. Some of the other girls stayed at the house or classes all day, like me, but stayed in their rooms for the most part. Every morning I would head down to the kitchen, make myself some coffee and toast, and work in the breakfast nook that had the best view of campus. Thursday morning, I moved to do the same thing, but was interrupted. Allie came through the front doors frantically, and before I could even utter a hello, she ran upstairs. She was clearly looking for something the Bigs had managed to forget. I felt no impetus to question her actions.

Behind her, though, was something I cared much more to understand. A girl, probably a freshman, stood in the doorway. Her arms were delicately crossed as she looked politely around the entryway. Her eyes betrayed her face of calm, as bright and curious as they were. Immediately, I got out of my seat and went up to her.

"Hi! I'm Nancy. Are you Allie's--"

"Allie's new Little? Yes! Oh, sorry for interrupting," she blurted. I couldn't help but smile.

"My name is Samantha. Sam for short."

We dove into small talk, her telling me about how her rush week and semester have been, me telling her about some of my professors and advising troubles this year. She asked about why we hadn't met on Monday, and I asked why she cared. She was exceptionally funny, but polite too. Polite in the way where it was like she had to remind herself that she was talking to a stranger and not a friend, and had to slow herself down a lot. She was fun to talk to, definitely the kind of person who made you want to be their friend upon first meeting. I tried to keep up with her pace, but kept getting distracted by some--rather impolite--thoughts. It was still August, early into the Fall semester, and she was dressed accordingly. She was dressed like a girl trying to impress a sorority, but she had the confidence to pull it off better than someone who had just put it on for show. I had to pull my eyes away from her tantalizing cleavage probably five times during our short conversation.

I tried to focus on other things as she delighted me with her recollections of her experience in university so far. Her voice was soft and smooth. Her eyes were a deep brown, and were perfectly framed by the freckles that covered her entire face. Her lips were blushed, seemingly naturally, and had that certain plump to them that made the blood rush to my crotch. I could only look into them for a few seconds at a time, or else the blush they caused me would become visible. In between moments where I admired her face, I would look back down at her milky white cleavage, also dotted with freckles.

Before I could tear my gaze away for the 6th time, Allie came rushing back down from the second floor and interrupted us. She looked at me for about a second before her face lit up.

"You like my Little? I knew she was the one on the first day.."

"Yeah, she seems--"

"Great! Okay, no time to talk.! We have something big planned for tonight," she waved her real, non-school, ID in front of her face, seemingly having grabbed it from her room in the rush. She put it away with a wink and rushed out the door. Sam followed, but not before saying a quick goodbye.

"It was nice to meet you, Nancy."

"You too. I hope we'll see each other soon."

"Me too!" She walked out of the door with a smile.

I felt like a pig. I'm usually much better at controlling myself--especially in one-on-one situations! I was pretty sure that none of the other girls in Gamma Nu even knew about my tastes at the time, making my actions all the worse; I still couldn't stop picturing her perfect tits. I wished I had been at the events this week just so I could've known about them earlier.

I walked back to the breakfast nook to sit down with my thoughts. I picked up my coffee with a slightly shaky hand. Did she notice? If she did, she wasn't bothered by it. Or was she just good at acting? Fuck. Trying to calm down with the view of campus at sunrise didn't work. I sipped my coffee and let myself get carried off in picturesque thought. I got zero work done that morning.

That evening, I was in the dining room. The huge table was empty except for me and all of my work. I hadn't eaten in a few hours, but was in a good enough rhythm that I couldn't stop or else I wouldn't be able to start again that night. I had spent most of the morning and afternoon wrapped up in thought, and had just recently gotten into the right headspace to work. I never heard the horde of Bigs and pledges pouring into the front door and into the living room. A few of them probably even had to pass by the entrance to the dining room, but I was completely lost to visual sensation at that point.

Maybe ten minutes after they had all gotten in, one of the sophomores came into the room and said hello. I responded absentmindedly, though I don't really remember doing so. She giggled and left with two chairs. I looked back for a second to see her enter the dark living room, having realized I had no idea who I had just talked to. I missed her, but saw Allie enter right as the other girl left.

"Hi Nance. You excited for the surprise?"

"What surprise?"

"The one I mentioned earlier? It was a group effort to come up with it, but we figured you'd like it. We got it past the Dean," she added blithely, "You got to check it out. We're almost all set up."

"Oh," I glanced at my almost done presentation, "Sure, eventually."

"Nooo! Don't be a pussy! Just come check it out really quick."

She grabbed me by the arm before I could reject the offer again, and she pulled me into the living room. Compared to the dining room, which was well lit by the chandelier centerpiece, the living room was almost pitch black. The only thing lighting it was the huge flatscreen that was displaying the bright blue menu screen of a DVD player.

The sophomore and junior girls were standing around the TV in a half circle, blocking the freshman from plain view. All I could see were their heads from above the chairs they were on. A few of the older girls were squatting in front of the TV stand, fiddling with the DVD player and remote. I had no idea what was going on.

"Okay so... What is it?" I ask in a whisper.

The others are talking and giggling already, and I don't necessarily want to join the conversation.

"Have you ever heard of the newspaper haze?" Allie asks with a shit-eating grin, illuminated in blue light.

"Should I have?"

"Oh yeah. We were doing some research after you said no more help and we came across it on some forums. It's much more humane than the washing machine fat jiggle."

That one was familiar--I had seen it on a few scathing evening news reports. But, still, I was at a loss for what the "newspaper" part might mean.

"If it's about newspapers, why do we need the TV?"

"The TV is the most important part! The newspapers are for the freshies to sit on."

Sit on? What the fuck?

"Okay. I'm still lost. Just tell me."

"I thought you'd be more fun to guess with. Whatever," she sighed,

"The game is that we tie the pledges to the chairs that have newspapers on the seats. Jenny suggested the University Gazette."

Allie gestured to the freshmen, who I could see more now that the group of sophomores had moved a bit. I scanned their faces for a split second before realizing that they were entirely naked. Their arms were folded across the backs of the chairs and tied at the wrists. Their legs were similarly fixed to the legs of the chairs. They sat firmly planted, naked. Holllyyy shit.

"And then we put on a whole bunch of porn. Whoever's newspaper is the most soaked at the end of each round gets eliminated."

That's... that's what she needed her ID for. The girls with the DVDs. My favorite dining room chairs. Allie might have continued elaborating on the rules, but I couldn't hear her. The blood rushed to my ears as I stood there, slack-jawed. I felt an immediate temperature change in my crotch. This was not the distraction I needed. I turned as fast as I could to return to the dining room. I wasn't even concerned with getting work done, I just couldn't be around this many of my friends in this situation. I'd have to fantasize about it later.

"Really? Come on, Nance!" Allie yelled after me.

"Ah, let her get some work done, Allie," Jenny said in return. Thank God for that.

I got back to the table. I sat down, trembling. The words on my cardboard presentation were blurred. I blinked a few times, trying to shake it all from my head. It wouldn't go away. Deep breaths and time were all that worked in reminding me of a reality where I could think with my brain and not my pussy. With my heart in my throat, I got back to working away on the Econ 3020 presentation.

For at least an hour after that, I was tormented by the loud sound of porn playing in the next room over. Sometimes I heard giggling or some commentary, but most of the time the entire house was silent save for the overexaggerated straight girls' moaning. From what I could tell, the Bigs were smart in that they chose a variety of genres. It'd be unfair if one girl won just because she was into something different, right? I didn't hear any particularly kinky stuff though, just the "normal" types: run-of-the-mill, anal, gangbang, hardcore, and one was probably gay porn (but could've been anything with two loud dudes). It was a good mix for the average person. Every twenty minutes or so the sound would stop and there'd be some laughing, some whines, and what I assumed was a few girls being eliminated. God. I was infinitely grateful that my Rush week only had shit like standing in the cold in your underwear. But I guess this newfangled stuff wasn't enough.

After the last video stopped, I heard a collective laugh, and a few groans. I tried to shake it off. I didn't want to think about whatever girl had lasted that long. She was probably a prude. Nevertheless, I was forced to. Yet again. Four Bigs burst into the dining room and started a hushed conversation. I crossed my legs by instinct.

"What do we do? We didn't plan for any of them to win!"

"Should we do it again?"

"God, Brit, why the fuck would she get wet the second time if she didn't the first time?"

"We didn't prepare a prize for a winner!"

"What if we add a rule that if you don't get wet you can't win? Like not standing up for musical chairs or something?"

"Stop! Everyone calm down. Look--we have no prize for her. We can't move her to the losers' bracket by doing a sudden rule change either, she was winning in the other events, too. Our only choice is to try something new," Allie says, more rationally than I've ever heard her be.

"Well what do we do? I don't have any more porn, and the store is like twenty minutes away!"

"Yeah, plus we did, like, every non-kink genre. What if it doesn't work?"

I don't know why I said what I said next. They didn't even remember that I was there, in the room with them. But I blurted it out anyway.

"You didn't do every genre," I said, my face instantly turning bright red.

"What do you mean?" One of the girls asked.

"Oh. I--Uh..."

"Spit it out, Nancy!"

"You didn't put on any, uh," I choke out, barely above a whisper, "lesbian stuff."

That was all it took to synchronize the light bulbs above all of their heads. Their eyes lit up and they moved the conversation right over to me and began to hover around my workspace with excitement.

"You're a genius," said one of the Bigs.

"Sure, she is," interrupted Allie, "but where are we going to find some lesbian porn? Again, the store is twenty minutes away. We can't keep the pledges waiting for that long."

I could feel my heart in my throat, and the blood pooling to my stomach as I went to reply.

"We don't need to go to the store," I pause. The two other sophomores looked at me with unadulterated confusion, but Jenny and Allie had a more knowing look in their eyes.

"I already... have some. In my room."

Silence. All four of them are looking down at me, wide-eyed. I look down at the table, nervously fiddle with my hands, and squeeze my legs together. Despite as mortifying as this all is, I can't help but feel the dampness of my underwear pressing against me. For a moment longer, no one says anything.

"Show us," Jenny whispers.

The painstakingly long march to my room on the third floor is made worse by the fact that the other girls are following me. My heart is beating so fast and loud that I'm scared that they can hear it. When we get there, I notice everything in my room with more clarity than usual. My Alien poster, Winona Ryder-esque closet, and collection of Bowie vinyls stick out--all things I thought would've made them realize the truth about me before now. But, alas, of course it was the lesbian porn stash hidden underneath my bed that really sealed the deal. I pulled a few normal ones out--ones that I thought even a straight girl could respect. The four of them scanned the peeling covers of the cases to try and inspect what the discs would entail. Most of it was just teen on teen, with a little milf added in there. Part of what I wasn't showing them was the bondage ones I got from the weird Blockbuster guy and never returned; Besides the obvious, I didn't want to let on that I knew that whoever had tied the pledges to the chairs clearly had more experience than they let on.

Jenny and the two girls I wasn't as familiar with flipped through the array with complete unfamiliarity. Allie, on the other hand, was on a mission. I had never seen her more focused than she was that day. Looking back, it probably had something to do with her new Little and the promise she had made. Speaking of, I actually hadn't thought about Sam once since the whole group poured through the doors. How she had fared during the game was completely unknown to me. For a second, I had a fluttering idea that she was the one who had stuck it out; It was one of those ideas that you feel in your pussy before your head.

"This will do just fine," Allie said, waving a tutor/student teen porno.

It was one of my personal favorites. Not that she knew that. Allie tucked it under her arm and the group immediately started down the stairs, back towards the poor girl still tied to that chair. I quickly hid the DVDs they left out before trailing behind them like a starving dog. My blood pressure raised when I considered that some of the smarter girls might put together that we were returning from my the general area of my room with lesbian porn. I hoped that they'd just assume it was from someone else.

Walking back into the living room from the door closest to the TV was the most nerve wracking thing I'd ever done. My mind was racing with insecurities, fear, and, worst of all, horniness. I would definitely have to avoid staring at whatever pledge was tied and naked in the room now that my Littles knew my secret. Not ideal. What was even less ideal was that I found out who the girl was after the four sophomores cleared out of the doorway. It was Sam. In all her glory. I couldn't fucking believe it.

She was red in the face, clearly flustered by the voyeuristic nature of the game. Her breathing was rapid enough to bring a flush to her chest. The summer evening made sure the room was hot enough to give her the shine of a goddamn marble statue. Her hair was perfect, still, in that short brown style it had when we had met a few hours before. Her body was better than I ever could have imagined. She was curvy where it counted, skinny where it didn't, and gave a hint of muscularity every time she breathed in or wiggled under her restraints. If I was wearing braces, I surely would have snapped them in two at the sight of her. Usually, I find the tease of just a little clothing to be hotter than pure nudity, which is why I couldn't avoid glancing at her tits that morning--but my God were they better this way. Her hands being tied behind her back made them jut out perfectly, like they were begging to be touched. To be fondled.

She looked up to see her new Big entering the room, and didn't notice me (at least, I think she didn't).

"You're back. Can you let me off of this thing now? It's starting to hurt."

"Sorry, Sam. Not my fault you couldn't tie your own restraints," Allie replies.

Before I can even think about that reply, Allie heads straight to the player and ejects whatever was playing last, wasting no time before adding the lesbian DVD in. The scene select menu only took a few seconds to start up. I glanced around the room when the obviously gay title popped up. Most of the girls were wide-eyed, but some were bored entirely of the whole situation. Sam, though, was different. I thought she would've had a complaint or a quip to make after Allie didn't immediately free her, but she went silent the second she realized what was on the screen. I saw... fear. I might have been the only person who realized she began breathing faster. It was teasingly perfect, to see her tits rise and fall in fear, her nipples now much harder than they were seconds before. I shifted in place, trying to nonchalantly adjust my now undeniably drenched underwear. Sam immediately noticed.

Recognition flashed in her gaze. My jaw clenched when I returned her stare. The position she was in was likely the most vulnerable she had ever been in, and the thought was not lost on me. Something about the lust seeping into my brain convinced me to act braver than I felt, and kept my hand gripping the material of my pants right on my crotch. An act that anyone else wouldn't have even registered--but an act I knew she would interpret correctly. She turned away quickly. Her legs flexed as she lifted her feet as much as she could in restraints, only managing to lift her heels off the ground.