Sorority Shenanigans Part 2

Sunday:



“Girls Just Want to Have Fun” blared out of Lacey’s phone. Lacey peeled her face off of her pillow, which was sticky with drool and tears. Lacey didn’t want to answer the phone but she had let it go to voicemail twice already, and the caller still persisted. She reached for the phone, knocking an empty bottle of vodka off her night table as she did. The sight of the vodka bottle struck Lacey as odd, since, while she attended countless sorority parties, she never drank. The light from her phone seared her eyes. Lacey reminded herself there had been a lot of firsts last night.

 

“What?” Lacey grunted into the phone.



“Where are you?” An annoyed male voice asked her. She didn’t have to ask who it was.



“I’m in bed, Carter.”



“Well get up, then. You’re late.”



Sunday morning was their weekly study session. It used to be a much larger group, but over past two years the group whittled down to just Lacey and Carter. “I’m not up to it today. Can we cancel just this once?” Lacey purred into the phone. Or at least she tried to purr, her voice was so scratchy from the night before that it was practically a croak.



“No, we both know how that goes Lacey,” Carter started. His voice created feedback which pounded against her head. “If you skip once you’ll skip again, and then it’ll just be me studying. We created this study group to hold each other accountable. So get over here.”



Lacey gritted her teeth, “give me ten minutes.”



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Eleven minutes later Lacey stumbled into the library. She did not bother to make herself up. Her hair was a mess, smeared make-up was still visible on her face, especially where she’d been crying. She wore sandals, gray sweatpants, and a lime green hoodie. A pair of sunglasses completed the outfitted, but mostly they were to protect Lacey’s eyes from the sun. It wasn’t until she was halfway through the library doors when she realized she had forgotten to put on underwear (or a bra), and by then she wasn’t going back. It was only Carter.



She forced herself up the stairs to the third floor, and into the big study room in the back. Carter was waiting for her, all of his stuff was messily set out on the table. “There you are,” he said, barely glancing up from his textbook. Then he looked up again, this time really taking her in. “You look terrible.”



“Shut up Carter, I had a rough night.” Lacey strutted over to the seat next to Carter’s, and, as she sat down, whipped her purse down into his nuts.



“Ow,” Carter choked. “Geez, Lacey, what the heck?” He pushed his hands into his lap and rocked slightly.



“I told you, I had a rough night, Carter. Don’t provoke me. You don’t look so hot yourself.”

“But that’s always the case,” Carter said through shallow breaths. Lacey had to concede that truth. Carter was wearing the same worn brown jacket he wore every day. Under it he wore tattered jeans and a yellow t-shirt that said “if you don’t like sarcasm, don’t ask me stupid questions.” His shoes and socks were in a corner by the door. The beard he had been growing since freshman year was mostly grown in, and his shaggy blonde hair almost covered his best quality: his greenish-blue eyes. “I wasn’t provoking you,” Carter added, “I was asking if you were ok.”



“By telling me I look terrible?”



“You know I say things the wrong way sometimes.”



“Sometimes?” Lacey asked.



“Oh would you shut up and take out your computer?”



Lacey rummaged around in her purse. “This is why I’m your only friend,” she commented, not feeling like pulling punches with him today. “Oh darn, I left my computer at the sorority house.”



“You sure those frat heads didn’t chuck it into the pool thinking it was some freshman they could haze?”



‘Here we go,’ Lacey thought to herself. ‘Another rant about how much greek life sucks.’ She had heard it all before. While Carter was ranting, Lacey pulled out her phone, to access the class materials online, but what she saw on her screen stopped her in her track. Lacey dropped her phone and began sobbing.



Carter saw his friend’s tears and immediately backpedalled on his rant. “I didn’t mean you.” His eyes grew gentle and he did the one thing he could think to do: he took off his jacket and put it around Lacey, though she was already wearing a pretty thick hoodie. “I know you’re seeing someone, but this is how guys cheer up girls in the movies.”



“Oh shut up, Carter. If you really want to help, give me some weed. I know you’re holding.”



“Right now?” 



“Why not? Nobody else is here on a Sunday morning.”



Carter was shocked. He did have weed on him, of course, but Lacey had never asked for any. But then, he had never seen her hung over either. Something serious must’ve happened. So he put his jacket under the crack in the bottom of the door to keep smoke from getting out.



Carter and Lacey sat down on the floor in the corner of the study room, where they couldn’t be seen through the window. Carter pulled out a joint and the two of them lit up right there in the study room. Lacey’s vision went fuzzy after she took her first hit ever. The smoke filled her lungs and she immediately started coughing. “Got to cough to get off,” Carter laughed. Pretty soon Lacey was feeling the effects of the pot. It didn’t get rid of the pain Lacey was feeling, but it did calm her down. The two of them sat on the floor and Lacey told Carter what happened the night before.



“That bastard. What one girl isn’t enough for him? Not even a girl as amazing as… well.”



Lacey let the moment go, “it’s not just Chad. I mean fuck him, but it’s Britney. Look what she posted in the sorority chat this morning.”



Carter took Lacey’s phone. Britney had posted a picture of her straddling Chad. If Lacey hadn’t told him what she and the girls had done to Chad’s balls, he wouldn’t have noticed Chad’s limp. Britney looked so dainty in his big arms, but she had on an evil smirk. They were wearing matching togas, wrapped tight to show off their bodies. At the top of the page it read “Vote for Britney and Chad: the hottest couple in Ancient Greece.” At the bottom of the picture in the corner was the group picture from last night. It was cropped so all you could see was Lacey, looking unhinged in her bunny suit, and with her hand on some unseen man’s balls. Next to it was a line of text reading “the only sane choice.”



Carter scoffed. “Where do they get off? I’ll tell you what’s insane, cheating on you is insane. This whole campus is insane. It’s fitting they’re wearing togas to promote this ancient tradition. If we want to evolve as a society we should take greek life and burn it to the-“ Carter saw Lacey staring at her phone in silence. While she was not crying, her eyes were sad. “Sorry, you don’t need to hear me rant about them again. Just forget about them. They’re not worth the time.”



“No,” Lacey responded. “You’re right. Fuck these people. Fuck Britney. Fuck Chad. Fuck all everyone who lets them get away with this.”



“Wow you really did a number on Chad’s balls,” Carter laughed, looking at Lacey’s grip in the flyer. “And this was before you had the entire sorority kick him?”



“And before his little high-dive,” Lacey bragged, smiling for the first time today.



“I don’t know, Lace, I hate Chad more than anyone, but even I think he’s been punished enough.”



“You’re wrong,” Lacey said with certainty.



“Good point, I hadn’t thought of it that way,” Carter was a stubborn jackass, but even he knew when not to argue with a girl about the guy who cheated on her.



“No matter how much Chad’s balls hurt, he’s still the frontrunner for frat president. And Britney, that BITCH, would have the entire school believing I’m crazy just so she can be president of theta. I can’t believe I thought that photo was a good idea.”



“You must’ve been pretty mad.”



“She’s only got one more year here. I have two: what’s going to happen to the sorority when she graduates? With me as a damaged candidate, there will be no one to lead the house.”



“Good,” Carter said. “Let it burn.” Carter to a deep inhale of his joint but was interrupted by Lacey’s fist slamming into his nuts again. He broke out into a coughing fit, rolling a little on the floor. “What was that for?”



“Don’t talk that way about my sorority,” Lacey commanded. Carter couldn’t tell how much the redness in her eyes was from her hangover, how much was from her crying, and how much was from the weed, but her eyes were as red as the killer rabbit from Carter’s favorite movie.



“You’re still defending them? After everything that happened?”



“Of course,” Lacey said. “Those are my girls. Britney might be a monster, but the rest of them had my back.”



“They’re calling you crazy!”



“True, but they also all hit Chad right where it hurts most to get justice for me. For my honor. I couldn’t find a group of girls who would do that for me outside of the sorority system.” She looked at Carter, hoping he’d understand her conflicting emotions, but his fuzzy ocean green eyes told her he still didn’t understand. “A sorority is an amazing thing when run properly, Carter. Britney would drive it into the ground. She’d erase all the progress we’ve made. I can’t give up now, I have to run for president, and I have to win.”



“Good luck,” Carter sighed, “if there’s anything I can do to help you make these fuckers pay, just let me know.” He got up and returned to his desk. He might as well at least try to get some work done today.



“Actually, there is something you could do to help me,” Lacey got up and sat next to Colin. Her face had changed. It was previously a mask of sadness and numbness, but now she had her softest most unassuming smile one as she looked at Carter. A disarming smile that wasn’t exactly flirtatious, but that did have an affection to it, an appreciation for the person she was smiling at: the kind of smile a beautiful woman whips out when she really wants a guy to agree to do something for her.



“No, Lacey. I will not masturbate in Chad’s fishtank for you. Think of the poor fish. His bed however-“



“No, silly,” Lacey chuckled, leaning in close.



“You just laughed at a masturbation joke. You must really want this favor. Which means I probably really don’t want to do it.”



“Carter, I want you to be my king.”



“Pardon?” Carter blushed.



“Be my running mate for FratKing and SororityQueen.”



“Oh,” Carter said, disappointed. “I mean, no. No way!”


“Come on Carter, please.”



“I don’t want to be frat king. I’m not even in a frat.”



“We’ll find a way around that. This is college; rules are meant to be broken… I learned that last night.”



“You’re asking me to enter the belly of the beast. Forget it.”



“Some friend you are,” Lacey huffed. “What if I do your homework all of next semester?”



“Then I’d get worse grades. I don’t want to keep saying no to you after you’ve just been dumped. Can we get back to studying?”



“He didn’t dump me, I dumped him.” 



“You sure did,” Carter said, before burying his nose in a textbook.



Lacey leered at Carter before looking toward the door. “Your jacket isn’t keeping the smoke in here.”



“It’ll be fine. I’ve done this before.”



“And have you been caught before?”



“Plenty of times. It’s not a big deal.”



“Maybe not for you, but I still have a reputation to uphold.” Lacey began to take off her hoodie, but stopped as she pulled it past her bellybutton. “Shit. I don’t have anything on under here.”



“You’re saying you’ve just got a bra on under there?” Lacey shook her head, and Carter’s eyes widen. “And you’re only realizing this now? How do you forget a thing like that?”



“It was a long night, ok?” Lacey hissed. She sat down and tried to read her textbook, but Carter distracted her with his staring. “What?”



“So you’re completely naked under there?”



“Yes, Carter. Anything else you’d like to know?”



“Do the carpets match the drapes?”



“Excuse me?”



“Chapter 4,” Carter went back to his book. 



Lacey took Carters testicles in her hand and gave them a rough squeeze. They were not a big as Chad’s balls, which made them easier for her to trap in her hand. She didn’t crush his nuts in the deadly vice she applied to Chad last night, but she applied constant pressure, and held them firmly with no chance of escape.



“Chill Lacey,” Carter panicked at the grip. 



“Just what exactly are you asking me?” Lacey said, her voice perfectly controlled.



“Forget it, I’m sorry I asked. Let’s just get back to studying.”



“No, I want you to explain it to me. Like a good study partner,” Lacey said with a pump of her thumb directly onto his left gonad.



“Oh, I just thought that if you forgot to wear a bra, who knows what else you forgot to wear today. It was just a joke. You get it?”



“You’re asking me if I’m wearing panties?”



“I’m asking you to let go of my balls.”



The sentiment hung in the air as Lacey looked down on the boy whose head was face down on the desk. He was softly pounding the table with his right hand. Lacey let go of the testicles, and Carter leaned back in his seat, cradling his balls in his hands as he looked up into the lights.



“Would you like to see for yourself?”



“Please, Lacey. You’ve made your point. I won’t make fun of you anymore today.”



“I’m serious, Carter. Would you like to see what’s under my hood?” Carter said nothing. “I know you’re into me Carter.”



Carter put on his best poker face, which was hard to do while his face was a mask of nut pain. “You’re hot. What can I say?”



“Duh, I know that. I mean thank you. But it’s not just that. I’ve been to plenty of frat parties: I know what it looks like when a guy wants a piece of ass. But it’s different with you. You didn’t just hit on me. You got to know me. Became my friend. Set up this whole study group just so we would see each other every Sunday.”



“Maybe I’m just bad at planning hook ups.”



“Obviously, if you think you can plan a hook up. But this is more than that. You like me.”



“Ok, maybe a little.”



“I knew it,” Lacey clapped her hands, for the first time looking like the chipper girl she usually presented herself as. “But you never made a move.”



“You’re a sorority girl, Lacey. Even before you joined you were into them. And I wasn’t about to compete with those frat farts for your affection.”



“That… was probably the right call,” Lacey admitted, thinking about the size difference between Carter’s dick and Chad’s. “But I’m totally over frat guys now. Bunch of entitled jerks.”



“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” Carter said.



“And you were right,” Lacey could tell right away how much Carter loved being told that. “You were right all along. Frats suck. We should bring the whole institution to the ground.”



“I’ve got some fireworks in my dorm.”



“What? No, Carter, that would get us expelled. But there are other ways we can hurt them.”



“Wait a minute, you’re just using me to become sorority queen. Dammit Lacey, I always thought you were better than the rest of them.”



“That’s not true,” Lacey said, offended by the accusation. “I am suggesting an agreement where we both get something we really want. Isn’t that what relationships are built on?”



“Relationships are built on mutual attraction,” Carter countered.



“Yes Carter, I admit that I have dated guys who are way better looking than you. Thicker arms, broader chest, bigger penis-“



“You’ve made your point.”



“No I haven’t. My point is that after yesterday you’re looking better to me than all of those guys combined.”



“Really?” Carter crooked an eyebrow.”



“What can I say, I guess I’m becoming more mature. Chad was juicy, but a jerk. I can’t even think of his face without being disgusted anymore. But you had him pegged from a mile away. You’re smart Carter. I used to think that was an effeminate trait, but now I see it can be sexy on a guy too.” Lacey put her hand on Carter’s knee.



“You’re teasing me aren’t you?”



“Only one way to find out,” Lacey cooed.



Carter stared at her quizzically. “You asked for this.” Carter gently cupped the back of Lacey’s head and pulled her in for a kiss. Once the kiss had landed, Carter paused to give Lacey a chance to pull back. When she didn’t, he started moving his lips. She joined in playfully. If this was an act it was a convincing one. Carter moved to end the kiss, but just before he could Lacey slipped her tongue into his mouth. Ok, she’s serious. “Lacey.”



“Not bad, stud,” Lacey said, running her fingers through her hair for lack of a brush. “But next time don’t be afraid to put a little strength into it.”



“Ok, I won’t,” Carter said as he closed his eyes and leaned back in. This time his lips were met with a finger interrupting their path. He opened his eyes and saw concern in Lacey’s eyes.



“Carter, I just broke up with Chad yesterday.”



“Gotcha,” Carter sighed. “Well, I’ve waited this long…”



“That’s just because no other girl will talk to you,” Lacey teased.



“Hey!”



“It’s not that though, Carter. I want you now. I just… I just can’t make the same mistake again.”



Carter thought he understood. “Lacey I promise you that I will never cheat on you.”



“You think that’s where the bar is?” Lacey snapped. “Just not being scum isn’t good enough. I’m a catch. I deserve a man who would do anything for me.”



“Right,” Carter nodded. “Want me to go kick Chad’s ass?”



Lacey laughed so hard she spit in Carter’s face. “Fight Chad HAHAHAHA! You couldn’t even take me.”



“Yes I-“ Carter was interrupted by a fist to his nads. He clutched himself in pain, and when he looked up to meet Lacey’s eyes she pushed him on the forehead and knocked his chair backwards, causing him to fall to the ground where he could clutch his nuts at her feet.



“I don’t want a man who will fight for me. I want a man who will fight with me.”



“Like, I hold him down while you punch?” Carter asked in a high pitched voice.



“As in help me win sorority queen. Yes, I’m asking you. Think about it Carter. You want to fight Chad for me? Help me beat him. Show him that no matter how cool he and his frat friends think they are they can’t even win an election against a loser like you. I mean-“



“No, I get what you mean,” Carter said from the ground. “That would humiliate him more than anything, and it would prove what a joke greek life is.”



“Plus if we win we run greek life. You’ll be able to reform it. Change it to whatever you want.”



“I’ve gotta be honest,” Carter said, standing up, “the humiliation part is much more appealing.”



“Well how’s this for appealing: if we pull this off, you will be proving to me that your big brain is good for more than just bitching. And you’ll be doing something I know you don’t like just to help me with something I care about. That will make you boyfriend material for sure. And do you know what boyfriends get when they help their girlfriends achieve their drams?” She gave Carter a smoldering look.



“You mean if we win-“



“You’ll be given the same reward Chad would have got.”



“You mean I’ll get to-“



“You can have me. All you have to do first is win me.”



“I’ve waited this long. I can wait a few more days.”



“You already made that joke,” Lacey rolled her eyes playfully. “But speaking of waiting. When I say you’d get the same reward as Chad, that means the exact same reward. And there are certain things he had to do in order to make such an amazing reward possible.”



“And that would be?”



“I want you motivated to do whatever it takes to win this election. That means I need you motivated. I know you’ve waited for sex this long, but we both know you’ve been having plenty of orgasms despite how few women are willing to touch you.”



“You don’t mean-“



“As hard as it might be for you, I don’t want you masturbating until we win.”



“You got Chad to agree to that?”



“No, I let him masturbate, he just couldn’t cum with me. But I realize now that was a mistake. I gave him to much freedom for his eye to wander. If you want me you’re going to have to be better than that. No cumming until we cum together in victory.”



“What? Lacey that’s crazy!”



“Don’t think you can do it huh?” Lacey asked.



“Of course I can do it, but-“



“Then it’s settled. The election is on Friday. Five nights without masturbating seems like a small price to pay for dating me. Wouldn’t you agree?”



“What can I possibly say to that but yes?”



“Oh yay Carter,” she jumped up and down. “You’re making me so happy. “She gave him a big hug, but since she was still jumping, she accidentally kneed Carter in the nuts, sending his butt into his chair, and his nuts into his stomach. “Ooops. Sorry Carter.”



“I’m starting to regret this already.”



“Don’t,” Lacey sat down straddling Carter’s lap, before he had a chance to cover his nuts with his hands. “You made the right decision… do you still want to see what’s under my hoodie?”



“You mean-“



“I mean what I said. We’re not having sex.”



“But you’ll let me see you naked?”



“Well, not all the way naked. But consider this a down payment.” And off went Lacey’s hoodie.



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Oh YA THAT’S IT CHAD! Keep licking right there,” Britney shouted as she rocked her hips up and down on Chad’s mouth. She wrapped her legs around his neck and squeezed with all her might as she came on his face. Her eyes glowed with satisfaction before she finally allowed her body to go slack and she collapsed onto the man who had just brought her to earth shattering pleasure. The man she had taken from her vanquished foe. “Oh Chaddy that was wonderful.”



Britney leaned back onto her bed and Chad gasped for air as he was released. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Chad winced as the movement on the bed jostled his groin. “I just wish I could turn you over and fuck you like a lion, but my balls can’t take it right now.”



“Take all the time you need to heal,” Britney said as she rolled her eyes in the afterglow of her orgasm. “Your tongue will keep me satisfied. Besides my pussy is still feeling the pleasure from the pounding you gave me last night.”



“I’m not,” Chad mused somberly, thinking about the orgasm he was denied when Lacey pulled him out of Britney’s tight mound and dragged him outside to be punished by every girl he ever thought about fucking. “Ugh my balls still hurt so bad. Damn that Lacey. She’s crazy. What did I do to deserve this?”



“Me,” Britney said, scrolling through her phone without a care in the world.



“Okay fine, I’m an asshole for that, but she didn’t have to sick the entire sorority on my balls. And you could’ve been more help. Why’d you let them attack me? Why’d you tell them about that rule that said they could attack me? Why did you knee me in the balls too when you’re the one who came on to me in the first place?”



“Don’t waste your mouth on such things,” Britney lay on her back and pulled Chad’s head so it was hovering over her crotch. His massive cock and balls hovered over her head as he kissed her clit from this new angle. 



The drag of his tongue instantly reawakened her libido. She moaned lazily as the pleasure reappeared, still looking at her phone. “Oh yeah, that’s right. Serve your queen you animal. She chuckled before Chad’s bouncing balls t-bagged her right in the face. “Hey, is that any way to treat your queen?” She gave his balls a firm slap. It wasn’t hard, but after what he went through yesterday it was enough to slow him in his tracks.



“Agh, easy Britney. They’re still so sore.”



“Oh, poor baby,” Britney mewed. With her left hand still on her phone, she used her right hand to gently fondle Chad’s balls. “They must hurt so bad.”



“They do, Britney. Please don’t be so rough with them.”



“You mean you want me to stop?” She asked, as she moved one of her fingers to lightly brush the entire underbelly of Chad’s throbbing member. Right up to the tip.



“No,” he moaned in renewed pleasure. “It’s just-“



“Then shut up,” Britney interrupted with a firm flick of Chad’s right nut. He dropped his head into her vagina and moaned in sustained pain.



“Yes baby, just like that,” she pushed his head down further into her crotch. “Oh lord this is better than my vibrator.” She lunged her head up and swallowed Chad’s entire cock. She gave it three long full pumps with her tongue lips and throat, before slowly pulling her mouth off of him. “See baby. If you treat me like a queen then I will treat you like a king.”



Chad whimpered into her pussy in both pain and pleasure, determined to keep her body happy.



“Lacey wasn’t enough woman for you. You know it. I know it. It’s a shame it took so much drama for everyone to accept it, but I got us together, so does the rest of it really matter? Don’t answer me. Just keep licking that same spot. Oh my god your tongue is like a heat seeking missile zeroing in on my most sensitive zones. Yes. YES. YES!” She came all over his face for the second time in a matter of minutes. Her squirting wet juices flooded Chad’s nose and mouth til he was once again starved for air. She had her legs wrapped around his head so he could not pull away, not until she was ready.



“Oh that was delightful,” Britney yawned, keeping his head in place as she looked up at his penis above her. “You may not be ready for your balls to slap against the back of my clit, but I think I can still find a way to have some fun with them. Hm?” She hummed as she took more and more of his penis into her mouth. Her hums vibrated playfully and reignited the need in this man’s testosterone centers. Need churned through his balls, mixing with the pain. Though it hurt, all Chad could think about was the vibrating hum of Britney’s mouth on his cock.



Until that sound was interrupted by another vibration.



Chad felt Britney’s mouth slow to a stop, and suddenly she was slack enough on his head that he could lift it and take a look at her. The beautiful blonde lying below him with her mouth around his cock, had her eyes wide open and staring daggers at her phone. “What the-?” She mumbled before taking his dick out of her mouth.



“No don’t stop. Keep going. I’m so close.”



“Forget about your cock Chad, something more important is going on. Look,” she shoved her phone into his face. “You see this? Stacy’s calling a meeting of the boards of both our houses to discuss Lacey’s new running mate.”



“She has a new running mate?,” Chad scoffed. “After what she did to me yesterday, none of the other thetas would dare team up with-“ Chad finally glanced down at the phone. “Carter Greenbeef? How did she recruit him? He’s not even in a frat.”



“Doesn’t matter how she did it. Point is at tomorrow’s meeting she is going to try and convince the boards to put him in the race. Which means we have to strategize.”



“I don’t know about all that,” Chad dismissed. “Nobody likes Carter, nobody even knows him. And Lacey is as toxic a candidate as a used condom in Chernobyl. They can’t beat two lookers like us even if they do let them run.”



“That’s what you thought yesterday when you were partnered with Lacey, and now look where we are. There’s still a whole week before the vote on Friday. Anything can happen. So you’ve got to start taking this seriously.”



“Ok babe, whatever you say. Now can we please get back to what you were doing? All that built up cum is landing rather uncomfortably back in my balls.”



“Oh, I’m sorry babe. Are your balls feeling blue? Do you want me to suck on them and make them feel better?”



“That would be really nice. I haven’t cum in two days. Lacey was letting me masturbate, but I had decided to save myself up for the party in hopes of convincing her to fuck me. Or at least blow me. And blue balls are starting to set in from the blowjob you just started giving me.”



“Well then one of us is going to have to suck it up, and it’s not going to be me.”



“But baby-“ Chad was cut off by a sharp uppercut to his baby makers.



“Stop complaining. We’ve wasted enough time already. We can’t sit here making each other cum all night,” she said, ignoring the fact that only she had been made to cum (and twice), “we’re going to pull an all nighter to strategize.”