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Girls Only: Sybian Sorority © February 2012 by Selena Kitt
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Selena Kitt’s *Girls Only*—where the girls get naughty together, but it feels oh, so good!
Super-smart, shy Violet has a huge crush on her first college roommate, Chloe—but Violet can’t come out with her confession, because nobody knows that Violet prefers girls. Chloe invites Violet to join the sorority sisterhood of Eta Nu Pi and in spite of her reservations, Violet can’t resist Chloe’s persuasive argument, but when the girls find themselves involved in an erotic, mind-blowing hazing, both of them discover something about themselves—and each other.
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GIRLS ONLY:
Sybian Sorority
By Selena Kitt
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Short Story—Big Bang!
Table of Contents
I didn’t want to pledge. When my mother suggested I check out her Greek alma mater, I told her smugly, I’d rather cut off my left arm than walk through the doors of some stuck-up sorority.
But that was all before I met Chloe.
“It’s just a meeting!” My new roommate was both alluring and persuasive, but if it weren’t for the instant click that happened when we met, I wouldn’t have even considered it.
“I’m not the type,” I grumbled, lamenting that my new Kindle, where all my textbooks were currently downloaded, wasn’t big enough for me to really hide behind—but I tried.
Chloe pouted. I hadn’t yet been subject to the full force of the Chloe pout, and the pushed out lower lip and big, sad brown eyes were almost enough to melt my resolve. Almost. But then she spoke.
“I don’t want to do it without you.” Her voice actually quivered. I swear to god. I pretended not to notice. “It won’t be any fun if you don’t come.”
I made my voice cheerful and light. “Sure it will! You’ll have a blast, Chlo. Go for it!”
She sighed, sitting on her bed, across from mine, and stared at the floor. “Never mind then.”
Great.
I flipped through the menu on my Kindle, looking for my physical science textbook—we had two chapters to read before Monday. I needed something to do besides trying not to look at Chloe tracing flower patterns on her bedspread. She actually looked like she was about to cry.
Christ.
“Look, do you know the crow I’d have to eat if I joined a sorority?” I sat up, tossing my Kindle on the bed. “I told everyone how much I hate them—my mother, my sister—there’s no way I can pledge. No way.”
“That’s okay.” She sighed, blinking fast and looking toward the window, like there was something interesting there. She had a habit of twirling a long strand of blonde hair around and around her finger. “You don’t have to.”
I took a deep breath and tried a different angle. “I’m really not the sorority type. I mean—look at me!” I held my arms out, glancing down at my baggy black sweater and jeans. “I’m a brainiac. I practically have to wear my glasses to bed. I can barely wear a one-piece, let alone a bikini.” I pulled at the short, dark curly mop on top of my head that liked to masquerade as hair. “I’m not even blonde, for Christ’s sake!”
“Oh, Violet.” Chloe rolled her eyes. “It’s so not like that. You’ll make lots of friends—and trust me, there are tons of smart girls. You have to have and maintain a 3.0 GPA to get in!”
I frowned and cocked my head at her. “You do?”
She nodded, sensing my give, and edged a little closer, leaning forward as she talked. The fact that her v-neck blouse dipped to show her not inconsiderable cleavage didn’t hurt either. “There’s nothing like the sisterhood. I promise you, it will be something you’ll always remember.”
“Right.” I sighed, trying to keep my gaze away from the swell of her breasts. “Because of the abject humiliation and degradation they put me through before I join?”
Chloe laughed, letting the strand of hair she’d been playing with unravel into a long, blonde curl. “Is that what you’re worried about? They don’t do hazing anymore. It’s not allowed.”
I snorted. “That’s what they tell you just before they make you strip naked and moon Gamma Delta Whatever.”
“Well…” She lowered her voice conspiratorially, eyes bright. “I’ve got it on good authority that the hazing at Eta Nu Pi isn’t bad. In fact, it’s quite fun.”
“Fun?” I snorted. “I very much doubt that.”
“Come on, Violet.” She gave me the puppy dog eyes again, and this time I wasn’t distracted. Damn, she was tough to say no to. “Please? For me? Just come to the meeting. If you hate it, we’ll leave. I’ll go with you. I promise.”
I sighed, glancing at the clock. “Oh hell. Why not? I didn’t want to read about transition metals, anyway.”
“Yay!” Chloe jumped up and actually clapped her hands in glee. “Let’s go—before you change your mind!”
“Okay, okay!” I barely had time to grab my jacket—this fall in New England had been colder than usual—before she yanked me out the door.
* * * *
The girls were normal. They weren’t all cheerleader-types, or even all blonde. There were quite a few who were even less style-conscious than me, surprisingly enough, and Chloe was right about the requirements, including maintaining a 3.0 GPA. I was also impressed with their service record—they volunteered at shelters, did fundraisers for Unicef, and each girl had a special pet cause she brought to the group. Chloe gave me “I told you so” eyes all night.
“Well, there’s still no shortage of parties and beer bashes, looks like,” I mumbled, pulling out the “social events calendar.”
“A girl’s gotta have fun,” Chloe whispered back, nudging me as the girl talking—a lanky, dark-haired thing whose glasses were even sadly thicker than mine—noticed our tête-à-tête and looked our way.
“Are there any questions?” The girl with the glasses looked directly at both of us.
I raised my hand and starting speaking before she even called on me. “Is there any hazing involved?”
The glasses-girl—Julie, that was her name, written in loopy script on her name tag and barely visible to me from this distance—cleared her throat and looked at another girl sitting next to her. That one was blonde, cute and perky, but she looked smart too. Her name tag said Megan. It was the blonde who stood and spoke. “Hazing is traditional in a lot of fraternities and sororities. I can promise you, though, that you won’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
Julie took someone else’s inquiry and I raised an eyebrow as Chloe leaned in to whisper, “That really didn’t answer my question, did it?”
“Don’t worry.” Chloe reached over and squeezed my fingers in hers. “I’ll protect you.”
I snorted, leaning back on the couch with a roll of my eyes. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. It was so out-of-character for me I thought maybe I was going schizo or something. Chloe smiled over her shoulder at me, and I could tell she was gauging my reaction, or trying to. She looked nervous, like she wasn’t sure I was liking it. And I wasn’t sure myself. Okay, so she wanted to join a sorority, and she wanted me to join with her. What was so wrong with that?
I mean, besides the fact that I’d never been one to hang out with the popular crowd, and for me, the word “sister” meant someone who stole my makeup, tattled, and liked to tag along everywhere I went. What would it be like to be a part of a whole group of women, bonded together, in some sort of secret sisterhood? Part of me said it was creepy and cult-like, and I shouldn’t even consider it. But another part of me—the part that watched Chloe when she stood in her bra and panties in front of our mirror and brushed her long blonde hair every night—thought it might be interesting. Maybe more than just a little interesting.