Sweetheart of Summa Chi

The evening was warm and still. Glittering stars danced across a deep indigo sky. Nyah and Sam were alone in the park that night. Through the bug-spattered windshield, Nyah watched the full moon slowly emerge from a strand of cloud and flood the trees with a silvery cast, transforming the foliage into a fairyland. It was so eerie she half expected to hear the howl of a coyote on the make. The moon light morphed her arms from dark coffee to an alabaster sheen. Sam hadn’t noticed. He was too preoccupied with the straining bodice of her sundress and that low crossover neckline. Sarah had chosen the dress for her before she embarked on her first training session. Feckless Sam was her subject.

Sarah had also given her a nursing bra, which she assured Nyah would push Sam over the brink the second he saw it. Nyah smiled nervously at his moan of astonishment when the taut white cotton expanse of her bra came into his view. At that instant, she knew Sarah and Ms. Hallstrom were right. Sam was still a little boy. It moved her so she could have spanked him.

“Thank you,” he gasped. “How did you know?”

“Never you mind, Sam. It’s enough that I knew.” She drew his head down and pressed his face into the resilient cleavage springing from the vee of her bra.

Like an eager puppy, he fondled and sniffed the bra fabric. Her bra seemed to excite him as much as what it contained. She wondered if he would dare to play his fingers over her breasts. He finally screwed up his courage and began to press his hands into her pillowy softness. She could feel him melting into her warmth. She held him tightly into her breasts, nearly smothering him, ignoring his pleas, silently reminding him he washer charge now. Sarah was not here to rescue him. Frissons of pleasure coursed through her as she remembered what her senior mentor and sorority sister had told her.

“Sam is a wretched desperate boy… clearly has no idea… doesn’t yet really get the intent or meaning of our rules nor does he know what we intend to do with him. Your boobs have blinded him. He shall have them just this once as we continue to prep him for Rite. There will be a price, of course. By God, he will pay for the privilege! Ms. Hallstrom will see to that. I know you’re not sure you want to do this, but you have to know, have to experience a boy. Trust me. I have never misled you.”

She released her grip on Sam, allowed him to fight wit