Zeta Tau Alpha

Prologue:

I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I enjoyed writing them. Life is not perfect and neither are my stories, they are dirty, unashamed, unedited, baring blemishes and all, bare. They are not a legal brief constructed so every word is perfect, every common in the right place, edited ten times. My tumbling out style of writing comes from emotion, desire, a longing, sexual desire, fun erotica, fantasy. My stories come spilling out of me full of lust, raw energy, with no filter, a friend confessing to you. I'm not looking for perfection in my writing, I'm purging my mind.

This is a story about sexual arousal during grief a common response to loss or trauma or grief is sexual arousal. For some people, their libido goes into overdrive during the grief process having sex releases endorphins and oxytocin. These feel-good hormones create happy feelings of relaxation and intimacy and stave off anxiety and depression. These positive emotions can even last for days.

Pre and post-funeral sex is the need for something to cling too it can be life-affirming in a refreshing way full of hope. When someone close dies people mourn in different ways, levels of sadness, the stages of grief increasing the brain chemicals (norepinephrine, cortisol, adrenaline) a way to find comfort would be to cuddle and touch another person. When we touch, cuddle and have sex, many hormones that create joy, relaxation, and happiness are released (primarily prolactin and oxytocin). Both these hormones create relaxation, feelings of love, happiness, life. Oxytocin is also known as the love hormone. I'm Cheryle "Cheri" a Irish Catholic thirty year old bi-sexual woman with blue eyes and long red hair-💋

Packing my bags to travel to the funeral of my university friend Lynne, a sorority sister, after she lost her painful battle with cancer. The sad news had come from Savana she was sobbing on the phone as she told me of Lynne's passing. Savana a nurse had been taking care of our dear friend/sister Lynne through chemo and then the final stages of life. I had not seen Savana since her last visit to Chicago my mind drifted to that visit as I packed.

Chapter One: Savana's last visit

I took her to the theatre for a Broadway In Chicago performance. I reserved a box for JAGGED LITTLE PILL, the musical inspired by the Alanis Morissette album at The Nederlander Theatre, Jagged Little Pill a jukebox musical it deals with pain, healing, and empowerment, "I was just writing about my human condition and perhaps the human condition," Morissette said of the original Grammy-winning record. "The vulnerability, the rage, the betrayal." And all of those emotions come out in full force in the super-charged musical about righteous rage and pain and redemption.

We Dressed in cocktail attire for our evening out, Savana wore a green midi cocktail dress and I chose a poppy red Daphne dress. The car service picked us up in front of my building and we were off for a Broadway show with a late dinner after. Talking our seats in the balcony box I had reserved, we watched the wonderful musical holding hands.

After the show we walk to Angelina Ristorante, an authentic Italian restaurant, in a familiar, comfortable and fun setting on the lakeshore. Like those charming Italian neighborhood places you see in the movies generous portions, friendly staff, and atmosphere.

Savana's vacation was almost over the days had flew by in a wonderful blur. Tomorrow I would take her to O'Hare airport for her flight back home. We enjoyed our delicious dinners with a generous amounts of red wine starring into each others eyes with a passion and desire only old friends share. Savana presented me with a small jewelry box inside was a gold necklace with a Zeta Tau Alpha pendent. It is a beautiful reminder of our friendship/sisterhood I immediately put it on.

Eating our Tiramisu we lingered over coffee wanting to turn back the clock. We finally left our Italian restaurant into the Chicago lakefront night air holding hands on the short walk down the lakeshore to my apartment. Kissing in the elevator on the ride up to my tenth floor apartment, taking off our dresses and climbing in my king size bed.

Our lips meeting, opening, passionately kissing, her hands caressing my body. Making love, reaching my hand down I rubbed her wet pussy, watching the pleasure in her face. "That feels so good, you always know what I need" Savana whispered softly her warm breath tickling my ear. I climbed between her legs my long tongue lapping her sweet pussy juices, Savana put her legs up on my back grabbing my long red hair. I worked her clit with my long tongue and probed her wet pussy with my fingers. She bucked wildly in pleasure screaming and moaning.

"Oh Cheri," she excitedly exclaimed.

She moaned in pleasure and I felt the rush of her warm pussy juices. I poked my long tongue into her wet pussy curling it probing her insides, she stroked my long red hair gently starring down into my blue eyes.

I slowly climbed up on top of her as Savana's fingers played with my red pubes before plunging into my waiting wet cunt. I moved my hips up and down fucking her fingers making love to her fingers. Her tongue felt perfect as she licked and sucked on my pussy her fingers still working inside me. These climaxes had been building since are university days, starring at her gorgeous body, A emotional end to a wonderful night. The sounds of sex filling the the bedroom passion erupting as her sweet juices squirted on my face. Our bodies shaking, trembling, toes curling a blissful orgasm for two.

Collapsing into each other, cuddling together, we laid there in a post orgasmic bliss. We drifted off to sleep holding each other trying to make the world stop turning.

Loading her luggage in my Jeep for the ride to the airport I was already crying. The twenty minute drive was torture knowing I would be driving back alone. Drooping Savana off we unloaded her luggage on a cart. Said our goodbyes with a passionate embrace and one last deep kiss.

I was looking forward to catching up with her even though the circumstances were not the best. Savana is a divorced mother of two boys five foot tall with long blonde hair, dazzling green eyes. Throwing my bags in my Jeep I headed south out of the city on I-sixty-five for the six hour drive.

Through the Indiana country side my thoughts were of my friend she sounded so sad on the phone. Around those Indianapolis bi-ways crossing the Ohio river finally pulling in at Savana's small horse farm just outside of Elizabethtown. I saw her feeding the horses her blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail wearing jeans and boots. Waving at her, she ran to me, we embraced in a long tearful hug. We entered the house arms around each other and I could smell something good cooking in the kitchen.

"Hey Megan," I said excitedly, giving her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Megan a dark haired beauty a little taller then me with brown eyes and a fine ass looked as good as I remembered. I put my bags in the room Savana said upstairs and returned to the kitchen to help Megan with the cooking. We cooked as more sorority sisters arrived and the house came alive with the noise of old friends reminiscing, mourning the lose of one of our own. Riley was the last to arrive, my university roommate my first lesbian lover smaller then I am, she is a natural beauty and exudes charm and grace, she hugged me from behind as I rolled dough for biscuits and whispered in my ear, "I've missed you, Cheri," her warm breath tickling my ear.

The strange feelings of being glad we were all together again contrasted by the sad reason we were all there mixing together. Memories of cooking together at the sorority house filling my head as I watched Megan glide across the kitchen. I remembered that time long ago I licked batter of her finger. Why that memory now but watching her was stirring something inside me.

Preparation for the meal after the funeral tomorrow finally over in the kitchen I joined the poker game already in progress in the living room. Reminiscing with my sorority sisters about our university days and our dearly departed as Riley and I played an erotic game of footsie under the table. Our cute little feet involved in an erotic dance as everyone shared stories.

We talk, shared, laughed about our university days well into the night. Stories of parties and flag football games, drinking, sexcapades before retiring to our assigned rooms. Removing my cloths I slipped into the small bed thinking of Riley's feet, Megan's fine ass, and Savana's her long blonde hair flowing.

Laying on the small bed exploring my body writhing in pleasure as my fingers explored and disappeared inside my wet pussy. My juices flowing, dreaming of my sorority sisters, waves of pleasure crashing over me.

Rubbing softly, caressing, making love to myself, letting my fingers play with with my clit, rubbing softly in tiny circles. Inserting one then two fingers inside me slowly moving in and out my wetness growing. My juices making a slurping sound as my fingers thrust in then out. I am skilled at the art of fucking myself through years and years of practice.

Tingling all over, legs spread and up, knees bent, in the small bed. My juices trickling down my ass crack sent shivers up my spine. Moaning, rising off the bed to meet my fingers plunging into me. My body dancing with pleasure, a magnificent feeling, my scent filling the room. Slowly dropping my wet fingers down the crack of my ass to my brown flower rubbing my juices on my tight asshole. Probing the entrance, gently, poking one finger inside my ass thrusting in deeper. Then out, then in, adding another finger and a third driving hard pounding my ass, deeper and deeper. Rubbing my swollen clit the first waves of sheer pleasure encompassing me. Before drifting off to sweet slumber.

Awaken in the middle of a hot dream by Riley climbing in bed next to me. She snuggled her little warm naked body next to mine and I stroked her hair softly. Her soft hand on my flat stomach, I felt her warm hand slipping lower through my soft red pubes, I tingled at her soft touch, her fingers rubbing my pussy gently. I looked in her dazzling brown eyes full of sexual lust and desire. Kissing her sweet lips my long tongue dancing in her mouth as her fingers entered my wet cunt.

She worked in and out of my wet pussy slowly, kissing my neck then shoulders, teasing my nipples with her tongue. Riley sucked on my small breast as I shivered from the wonderful sensations. Lower still kissing her way down my flat stomach tonguing my belly button. Her face and nose gliding through my red pubes she sucked my tiny clit into her mouth.

I bit my lip so to remain quiet as not to wake the rest of the sorority sisters which was not easy to do. Her wet fingers sliding between my ass cheeks smearing my wetness on my tight little butthole. Riley's tongue probed inside my vagina, curling, twisting tasting my juices.

I brought my knees up, my little toes curling, my hands in her hair. An orgasm building inside me trembling in sheer delight. I bit my lip hard as my body shook uncontrollably waves of pleasure crashing over my little body. As I recovered Riley nestled in beside me kissing my lips I tasted my sweet pussy.

Kissing me sweetly, then passionately, her tongue dancing in my mouth. Our naked bodies coming together, hands, fingers, smooth legs, cute little feet rubbing each other. Pussies grinding together bringing more sexual arousal.

Fingers inside wet pussies, two women on fire, sorority sisters. Humping frantically, squeals, moans and sighs, feelings building, bed squeaking. Speed increasing here comes our orgasmic delight. A great way to end the perfect day. Panting like wild animals, bodies grinding and shaking, squirting her juices, a beautiful thing the art of two women making love just like old times. Giggling at the situation we laid their snuggled together drifting off to sweet slumber.

I awoke in the morning and just watched Riley breath she is so cute sleeping so sweetly. Stroking her hair waiting for her to open those beautiful eyes her head on my chest her hot breath on my nipple.

Chapter Two: Breakfast

"I heard you two playing last night," Savana said in a low voice into my ear.

I nervously giggled and gave her the, "sorry if we kept you up."

"It made me so wet," she replied with a smile, giggle, and a wink.

We had breakfast at the big table in the dinning room reminiscing about our dead friend, so sad, so young. Savana sitting across from me her feet playing with mine under the table, strange erotic feelings encompassing me, a wetness growing between my legs. Her foot and long toes drifting up my smooth leg. finding her way under my sun dress to my panty covered pussy, sliding to the edge of my chair, I met her long toes with enthusiasm.

Working her way inside my shorts her toes sliding inside my wet pussy. Fucking me with her wonderful toes, biting my lip, my juices covering her foot. She stared at me with those gorgeous green eyes watching me being pleasured by her foot. Grinding into her toes feeling her toes go deeper into my wet pussy.

Surrounded by the sorority sisters eating and talking all still oblivious to Savana making love to me under the table with her long toes. Savana smiling at me, struggling in pleasure, as her foot worked magic on my cunt. My little body tingling struggling not to moan my orgasm erupting around her foot shaking me to my core.

"Cheri, Cheri, are you OK?" I heard Megan ask.

"Sure, it's just such an emotional time, so sad the reason we are all here, but so wonderful to spend time with all of you again, those conflicting emotions are almost to much to bear" I replied with tears in my eyes.

Megan leaned over hugging me as did a few of the other sorority sisters a truly emotional moment between dear friends. Dressing for the funeral still battling a thousand emotions.

The hustle and bustle of us all getting ready reminded me of the sorority house had so many years really passed? Filing into the cars for the ride to the Church was sub-real tears filling my blue eyes.

Chapter Three: The Funeral

"Do you know that we have Angels walking among us?" The Ministers words hitting me hard, "The Bible assures us that we do, so why should we doubt their presence. It can give us great comfort to believe that they are always with us, encamped around us, protecting us and delivering us."

My faith was strong but I needed proof when I saw her bathing on the roof her beauty in the moonlight overthrew me with desire she tied me to a kitchen chair she broke my normal sorrow mood she shaved my legs & pussy so smooth from my sweet lips she drew out a "Hallelujah."

My thoughts turned to the beautiful woman around me. Glancing at the beautiful pedicured feet and wonderfully paint pedicured toenails. Driven to brink of excitement, what was happening in my head, I walked quickly to the bathroom. Entering a stall I sat on the toilet red lace panties around my ankles. My hands attacked my wet cunt with vigor images of my sisters gorgeous feet dancing in my head.

Eyes closed head back, moaning, lost in debauchery of the moment masturbating at a funeral. Waves of pleasure crashing over me my orgasm so close.

"Are you Okay dear?" The voice snapping me back to reality.

"Yes," I stammer.

Embarrassed, I quickly stand, pulling up my panties and adjusting my dress. Walking out of the stall seeing a tall blonde woman I did not know standing at the sink looking at me in the mirror smiling knowingly. Then the wink as she took my hand in hers and leads back in the stall without saying a word. She sits on the toilet sliding her black thong off slowly removing her heels. I dropped to my knees in some kind of sexual trance licking and kissing her gorgeous feet gently sucking her red painted toes one by one in my warm wet mouth.

I was in heaven one my knees on the bathroom floor worshipping her beautiful feet. My eyes caught a glimpse of her rubbing her shaved pussy a wonderful moment between strangers at a funeral. Slowly working my way up her smooth calves my long tongue traveling over her sweet thighs.

Teasing her smooth pussy with my long tongue parting her lips with my fingers plunging my long tongue deep inside her wet cunt. Exploring, curling my tongue listening to her moans her hands in my long red hair. I am a wild little slut to be here on my knees in the Church bathroom floor face buried in a beautiful strangers lap while she sits on the toilet.

Her moans growing louder her grip on my head becoming firmer I was pushing her to the edge. Her orgasm hitting us both as her body shook and her pussy juices squirted all over my face. A blonde and a squirter two of my favorite things I stayed there on my knees savoring the taste and her scent.

She stared at me with dazzling green eyes stroking my long red hair.

"We better get out of here before the service ends sweetie," She said in a sweet voice.

Fixing my self in the mirror as best I could we returned to the sanctuary hall at Holy Name Cathedral taking our seats in the large hall for the remainder of the service.

Chapter Four: Horseback Riding

After the funeral, dinner, as people left and sorority sisters left to get flights home I kept my self busy cleaning up, putting things away, washing dishes. Just the four of us sorority sister left with our sadness for friend gone to soon. Savana suggested we go riding so I changed cloths, put on some jeans, boots and a flannel shirt. In the barn we saddled the horses mounting them for a brisk ride to clear are heads. We rode in the brisk March air through the woods surrounding the farm passing a flask of bourbon between us.

The ride was relaxing the conversation was light and easy between us. The burdened of giving our departed sister a proper send off complete. We stopped at the Blackburn Creek and tied the horse up on trees as we walked along the bank watching the water flow over the rocks so peaceful.

Megan stopped and spun around in one quick motion kissing me on the lips sliding her wet tongue in my mouth. Passion, lust, maybe the bourbon took over and we stood there on the banks of the Blackburn Creek making out. Megan's hands roamed my body freely she seemed on a mission.

Megan fumbling, unbuttoning my jeans sliding her warm hand inside my red lace panties through my soft red bush she played with my pussy. My body responding to her touch, moaning softly, my pussy growing wet with desire. Before I could form my own thoughts at what was happening she was on her knees lowering my jeans her nose buried in my red pubes lapping at my wet pussy with her tongue. My hands in her dark hair holding her head the feeling of the brisk breeze and her warm tongue washing over me increasing my pleasure in a sensory overload.

"That's feels so good, Megan, taste my sweet pussy," I was into it. Bucking my hips forcing her tongue deeper inside my wet cunt.

My words encouraged her she probed deep inside my wet pussy with her tongue fingers spreading my lips. Tingling in delight, I opened my eyes, a beautiful site Megan on her knees eagerly eating my cunt. I saw Riley laying in the grass legs in the air Savana's head between her legs. Pleasure flowing through me like a lightning bolt, electricity, shaking my little body in pleasure. I heard Riley scream in delight looking over to see her wiggling in the grass toes pointed to the sky.

A lesbian orgy on the banks of the Blackburn rolling and playing in the tall grass. Grief and lust mixing together as we all were seeking life affirming comfort. Kissing Megan while my fingers explored inside her wet cunt her legs bent humping my hand filled with a sexual fever. Watching Riley and Savana sixty-nine working out our grief in a physical way.