the I Phelta Thi Sorority - Part 1 - Sex Stories

the I Phelta Thi Sorority - Part 1

... that part of town are impossible - you see a parking spot, but by the time you go around the block to get there someone in a red Tesla has slipped into it, because of course they’re better than the rest of us.

Finally I did find a spot in front of a dubious looking tenement multiplex beneath giant cypress trees, but the spot was legal, and if someone stole my ancient rusted out Toyota, it would probably be a blessing all around. Besides, it seemed like it kinda belonged there.

By the time I made it back to the “I Phelta Thi” dormitory, I had rehearsed several times the speech scolding the young ladies about not promising parking when there isn’t any, a beautifully worded collection of verbiage which unfortunately was never employed.

Neither waiflike Sarah nor bronze, blonde, and buxom Desiree were anywhere in sight, but around five or six other girls were hanging out on and around the front porch, chattering with a certain gleeful giddiness. Each one of them was gorgeous, and they knew it.

I hesitated to break from the traffic on the sidewalk to single myself out by revealing my intent to visit their dorm, but I shrugged and turned up the walk. The girls on the porch began to chatter noticeably faster.

It was a beautiful spring day, and lush green lawns stretched like velvet carpets all around. The flower beds were well attended and in full bloom.

The dormitory was in a historic (or pseudo-historic) New England style, the base dark green but with the trim ...

... painted in wild psychedelic colors, by the girls themselves I imagine. It was three floors tall with an attic under the sloped rooftops.

“Hi—” I began as I approached.

“Looking for something, big boy?” quipped a thin blonde.

“Some kind of. . . ‘room,’ in this building, perhaps?” chimed in girl with a sensuous waterfall of curly red hair.

“Oh god, Liz. Too shy to say the word ‘sex?’” replied a dark Indian girl wearing an embroidered flowery blouse with little round mirrors sewn into it, and a long dress with elephants.

“What if he’s not—” replied the redhead. “Where are those two, anyway?”

“They went to prepare the room.”

I offered: “Uh, I’m looking for Sarah? Desiree?”

“Right this way, sir,” said the thin blonde. “I hope you’re not too loud, since I’m in the next room and I have to study Chemistry.”

“Chemistry,” I echoed.

“Maybe you can go next door and study biology instead,” quipped someone.

I followed as directed through the bouquet of warm enticing aromas produced by girls getting turned on. Electricity filled the air, with meaningful looks and knowing smiles, a kind of chirrupy irritable impatience.

They didn’t exactly move out of the way, so I had to nudge through, and a few of them pushed gently back. Nipples brushed my shoulderblades through sensuously soft silky fabric, and hands caressed my buns and thighs, and so on.

We ascended a tidy carpeted staircase to the higher realm, the very top, where we turned down a hall.

“These ...