u/Feeling-Vanilla-5399

I’m 33, in Cache Valley, and looking for anyone who would like to meet up to make some NSFW content with. Please reach out!

My (29F) friend I met online. He spent an intense evening with me instead of with his wife. She probably wondered why he came home in such a good mood

College was about 10 years ago for me, before getting married and having kids. My first year at the university I stayed in co-ed dorms. Basically it was two women’s dorms and two men’s per floor. There was also a common area where people spent most their time if not studying or sleeping. That’s where I met Taylor.

Taylor and I met during one of the week 1 students events. It was a dry campus so nothing crazy, we both got dragged there by friends and ended up in the same spot in the common room. I was immediately attracted to her. She was a little shorter than average, had brunette hair, light eyes, and - the thing that had me surprising myself - a relatively small bust. I’ll admit I’ve always liked large breasts, but she was one of my first serious exceptions. She was from Colorado and was a pretty interesting person to talk to. We hit it off immediately and had a good time chatting for an hour or so. She didn’t live at the dorms so I walked her back to her apartment at one of the sorority houses.

During the next couple days we ran into each other, thanks to our mutual friends, and had some opportunities to talk. It was pretty clear we liked each other so I asked her if I could have her number so we could meet up on a date sometime. She gave it to me and I called her later that week. We set up something casual for a couple weeks down the road.

The following week was full of distractions with classes and activities and Taylor and I hadn’t talked in several days - so I was surprised when, walking back from class, my phone rang and I saw her name on the call. She sounded embarrassed for some reason and asked if I was willing to move our date up to this evening. It was already past five and I asked her if I should just head right over. She sounded relieved and told me to meet her at the student center near where her sorority house was.

When I arrived at the student center, I found Taylor sitting in one of the study areas on the ground floor. I went over and sat down next to her. The first thing I noticed was she that she looked nice. Nothing super fancy, but with a button-up shirt and she had obviously done up her hair and makeup nicely. I suddenly felt like underdressed in my t shirt and jeans. Maybe she could tell I was uncomfortable because she smiled and said “it’s ok, I kind of jumped the gun on our date.” I waved it off as no problem and told her I was just happy we could still meet up. “I was going to find us a spot to eat-“ I started when she interrupted. “Look, this is kind of awkward, but you know the sorority I’ve been living at?” I nodded and she continued. “So I made it past pledge week. Honestly it wasn’t that hard. I expected them to make us do all sorts of weird things but it was mostly just stupid jokes and staying up late every night.” “Congrats on making it in!” I said, and I meant it. She looked at her watch. “Listen,” she said, “there is one more thing before we can become full members of the sorority. I’m not sure what the full deal is but all the finalists are supposed to go out, flirt with guys, and bring one back for our final ‘pledge night party’.” Thoughts raced around my head, a final party? It sounded like they still hadn’t decided which girls were finally going to make it in. I had never had much interest in fraternities and wasn’t sure what that meant.

“So what is the deal with the party?” I asked, “does this mean I get to be your trophy date when you finally get in?” I said the last part with an exaggerated winning smile, trying to add some levity to the conversation. To my relief, she smiled and seemed a little less anxious. “I don’t know what they have in mind, but I thought that it would be nice to have you around.. but I hope you also know how much I want to get into this sorority. Can I trust you to play along with whatever they have planned?” I looked her in the eye and I could see a lot of nervousness and a little bit of… excitement? “Yes,” I said, “you can count on me to play along with whatever pageantry they have set up.” Taylor looked at me in relief, gave me a quick hug, and told me all the girls were supposed to be back by 6pm and we were cutting it close. We half ran to the sorority house and through the front door.

We were ushered into the basement living room where a group of women were gathered. There were also some younger women with slightly confused looking men, who I assumed had just been invited to the “party” last minute and didn’t know anyone there. Taylor stood on her tip toes and whispered “technically we were supposed to find strangers, so if they ask, we only just met.” I nodded to let her know I heard her, as a silence fell across the room. One of the older girls stepped out into the middle of the room. “Eight out of nine pledges found dates for tonight, good job! The ninth is no longer in the running for full membership and is no longer allowed in the house. The rest of you have made it through pledge week and demonstrated your commitment to join our sisterhood, congratulations!”

There was light applause and looks of relief on almost every pledge’s face. A second girl stepped forward next to the first. “But before you are initiated into the sorority, there is one last test, which you will all complete one at a time.” With that last pronouncement, all the full members walked upstairs except for two who stayed at the bottom of the stairs. Each couple was put in a line, and the first went up. “What do you think the final test is?” I asked, looking at Taylor. She looked back, equally puzzled and just shook her head. We were third in line, and the next couple was led upstairs. We could hear low voices, silence, and then some soft laughter. “Maybe it’s just the ceremony for initiation?” I said. “Maybe” was all Taylor responded.

Soon, we were told to walk upstairs. We were greeted by the sorority president and what looked like every member of the house. “Taylor,” the president said, “you have one last thing to do before you can be initiated.” Taylor looked at her but didn’t say anything. “Is this the boy you invited?” She asked, gesturing at me. “Yes,” Taylor said, looking at me as well. “Good,” the President said. “The last thing you need to do to be in this sorority is to empty his balls in your mouth.” There was a silence that seemed to last hours. “Wait,” I said, “do what?” Some of the girls started laughing. The President smirked. “To suck your dick in front of the entire sorority, as long as you consent.” For a long moment I was stunned, then realized Taylor was staring at me intently. I suddenly remembered the promise I had made to her. I looked into her light eyes and saw the shadow of a smile. I turned and nodded to the president. “Yes, I do.”

Everything after that moment happened so fast it’s hard to put things in order. In a moment, Taylor was pressed against me, her lips on mine, her hair tickling my face. The next, I felt soft hands unzipping my jeans and pulling down my pants. I heard giggling, as if from far away. Before I could truly register what was happening, Taylor had slid her head down to my navel while her hands pulled out my very erect penis out of my briefs. A few kisses fell on my lower stomach, each one lower than the last. Then something soft on the tip of my cock. Then it was wet, and warm, and sent a shiver up my spine. I looked down to see Taylor, on her knees, my cock in her mouth while she sucked and stroked me with her mouth. Her tongue made patterns over my tip and then slid deep into her mouth, sucking with an intensity I had never experienced before. For a moment, her clear eyes caught mine as she slid my cock deeper into her mouth. One hand gripped the base of my penis while the other felt its way across my balls. The moment she started massaging my balls with her free hand I had no chance. All I remember is one of the girls watching said “Fuck, that’s hot,” and then the rhythmic pumping as I came in Taylor’s mouth. Load after load of hot cum was being pumped out of my swollen balls and into her, I moaned and could barely stay on my feet. Then, just as quickly, it was over.

I pulled my underwear and pants back up. Taylor took my hand and pulled me across the room where she was initiated as a new member. We waited in an adjoining room for the others. The sorority started their first party of the year. At some point during the night, we made our way upstairs, to Taylor’s room. “I want you in me,” she said. “I think I already was…” I said with a smile. She smiled back. “You know what I mean.” She pushed me on her bed and climbed on top of me. “But this time, you’re going to be the one doing the licking.” It was a pretty great night.