Hall of Infinite Doors
"Look, chocolate cream. My favorite," and you run a finger along her cheek, wiping both tears and pie from her face. She tries hard not to smile.
"Lets just go back inside and clean you off. We'll take care of the dress later."
"No, I can't. I'm rushing, and if some of the girls here see me like this they'll think that I'm a total loser, and I won't make it into the sisterhood."
She gains some composure, but you can tell she is more worried about the social status than the dress.
"Hey, if you like I'll take you back to my dorm, and I can clean you off there. You can use my shower and everything."
She gets up, and you skirt the shadows the whole way back, even using the back entrance so that no one will notice her. By the time you arrive back she seems to be feeling better. You enter your room quietly, and she sits on your bed while you get a couple towels and some soap. Thankfully Bill isn't around. When you turn around you catch her taking a cherry off of her dress, dipping it in the chocolate and eating it.
"Would you like one too?" she asks playfully.
You laugh, and sit down beside her, and run another finger along the front of her dress, and then lick your finger. Pretty soon you are both laughing and eating the combination of pies. Then, without warning, she unzips the back of her dress and leans back on your pillow. The straps fall harmlessly down her naked shoulders, and the rest of her hangs out invitingly. Taking a hint, you begin to lick all the pie you can from her beautifully shaped body, and caress her mouth with your lips. She reacts wonderfully, and you wonder if anything could be any better. The pie tastes great too, though she licks you any chance she has, taking the residue of the pie off your face.
"Hold on. Just a sec," she says, sitting up slightly, and staring at you directly, "You are Chris Darren, right?"
You know that you are, but she seems serious about the question.
"Well, yeah," you exclaim.
"Good."
"Why?"
"I couldn't sleep with you otherwise. Here. Sign my book." With that she produces a very small notebook from who knows where. Inside are four signatures beneath the phrase "I slept with Celeste."
Seeing your hesitation she tells you that she has to sleep with you and eight other guys to get into the sorority. "It's not a lot," she explains, "but I want to get it done. You understand. I pulled your name from a hat." She tells you to sign your name then print it with the date.
"Lets just go back inside and clean you off. We'll take care of the dress later."
"No, I can't. I'm rushing, and if some of the girls here see me like this they'll think that I'm a total loser, and I won't make it into the sisterhood."
She gains some composure, but you can tell she is more worried about the social status than the dress.
"Hey, if you like I'll take you back to my dorm, and I can clean you off there. You can use my shower and everything."
She gets up, and you skirt the shadows the whole way back, even using the back entrance so that no one will notice her. By the time you arrive back she seems to be feeling better. You enter your room quietly, and she sits on your bed while you get a couple towels and some soap. Thankfully Bill isn't around. When you turn around you catch her taking a cherry off of her dress, dipping it in the chocolate and eating it.
"Would you like one too?" she asks playfully.
You laugh, and sit down beside her, and run another finger along the front of her dress, and then lick your finger. Pretty soon you are both laughing and eating the combination of pies. Then, without warning, she unzips the back of her dress and leans back on your pillow. The straps fall harmlessly down her naked shoulders, and the rest of her hangs out invitingly. Taking a hint, you begin to lick all the pie you can from her beautifully shaped body, and caress her mouth with your lips. She reacts wonderfully, and you wonder if anything could be any better. The pie tastes great too, though she licks you any chance she has, taking the residue of the pie off your face.
"Hold on. Just a sec," she says, sitting up slightly, and staring at you directly, "You are Chris Darren, right?"
You know that you are, but she seems serious about the question.
"Well, yeah," you exclaim.
"Good."
"Why?"
"I couldn't sleep with you otherwise. Here. Sign my book." With that she produces a very small notebook from who knows where. Inside are four signatures beneath the phrase "I slept with Celeste."
Seeing your hesitation she tells you that she has to sleep with you and eight other guys to get into the sorority. "It's not a lot," she explains, "but I want to get it done. You understand. I pulled your name from a hat." She tells you to sign your name then print it with the date.