fantasywifeuniverse: Sarah’s fiance had been going on for weeks about Spirit Splash and the AA
fantasywifeuniverse: Sarah’s fiance had been going on for weeks about Spirit Splash and the AAC and tailgating who knows whatever else. She had to admit that she wasn’t exactly paying attention — what kind of 31-year-old adult still cared about his college homecoming? Besides, they were supposed to go to the farmers market that weekend. But, after some pressure and kisses and a few bribes — fancy dinner and a new Tiffanys necklace — Sarah relented. It was only one weekend, she told herself, and at the very worst she could get some work done in the hotel or at least download a new novel to her iPhone while he watched the game. But as he dragged her through the tailgate crowd on Saturday morning, Sarah was overwhelmed by the noise and people, and red solo cup full of punch didn’t help either. She had to admit, whatever punch he poured her definitely tasted good. And as the buzz grew stronger, Sarah stopped worrying and started to enjoy the sights and the music — until it came crashing down, literally. A deluge of beer poured all over Sarah, drenching her sensible outfit of khakis and a button-down blouse. “Ohmygod ohmygod y’all I’m like so so so sorry please don’t be mad!” Some blonde girl in a sorority outfit was motor-mouthing an apology, two formerly filled solo cups in hand. “I swear someone knocked into me I’m so so sorry please you can even come back to the Zeta house if you need to change or something seriously.” Sarah tried to object — she could just get an Uber back to the hotel — but she struggled to speak up as it hit her just how drunk she actually was. Everything was spinny and fuzzy. “That actually sounds like a great idea,” she heard her fiance say. “Why don’t you go get all cleaned up, Sarah, and meet me back here after.” The girl grabbed Sarah by the arm and started escorting her away from the crowds, jabbering the whole way. “My name’s Kelly, is yours Sarah? That’s what I heard your boyfriend say. He’s really cute! What sorority were you in? Oh by the way if anyone asks you’re just my Little, just so I can sneak you in. Isn’t it funny that I’d be a Big? My Big was so great! She got breast implants when she was 16! Can you believe it? Sweet titties for her sweet 16! You’re like a B-Cup, right? You can borrow one of my bras!” Sarah struggled to speak up. “Actually, I was never in a sorority, I went to Reed College you see, and…” Kelly didn’t let her finish, but instead went on and on about how Sarah was “so cute” and “totally could have been a Zeta” “You’ve got, like, such a great smile and your tits are so perky and like I can tell that you probably give great head. I’ve got a sixth sense like that. I mean, not that you’d be some slampiece who just gives it up but you’ve got to know what you’re doing if you want to land a guy who is rich, like Daddy rich…” Sarah just giggled at the idea of being a sorority girl. She was a library nerd, not some blonde haired party girl who coordinated her outfits with, like 30 other girls who all lived in the same house. It was such a bizarre idea, but before Sarah could think about it further they were already at the house. Kelly escorted her upstairs and into a bathroom. “Like, feel free to use whatever you want! I’ll lay out fresh some clothes for when you’re done.“ Sarah heard the door slam behind her, and she peeled off the sticky, beer-stained clothes, and looked at herself in the mirror. She was 28. How could anyone mistake her for a sorority girl? But then Sarah flashed a smile — Kelly did say she had a great smile — and let out another giggle. “Uh Oh Zeta!” Wait, how did she know that cheer? She must have heard it somewhere. She stepped into the shower and started to lather herself with the bodywash — with a built-in self-tanner — and the conditioner left her hair more luxuriously silky than it had ever been. Her hair even felt longer. Sarah was ready to get out when she saw a small, pristine pink razor. She picked it up and giggled to herself. “This hot sorority girl has to get ready for her date tonight. He’s so cute, and he’s pre-law!” In a daze, she shaved between her legs until she was completely bare, moaning and whimpering to the surprisingly erotic stimulation. After drying off with a big, fluffy Zeta Tau-branded towel, Sarah saw an outfit laying out on the bathroom counter. When did Kelly put that there? She was shocked for a moment, realizing that this was what she was supposed to wear — a Zeta tank top and matching socks, acid-wash booty shorts and a matching Victorias Secret Pink thong and bra. “This is, like, what some slutty sorority girl would wear.” She slipped on the pink thong first, relishing in its soft sensation against her bald pussy. Just as Sarah was slipping on the tank top, Kelly walked through the door. “Like, ohmygod you look so bangin’! Pleasepleaseplease let me do your makeup!” She normally hated anything involving makeup or getting her hair done, but Sarah didn’t mind sitting there listening to Kelly tell her how hot she was and how all the boys would go crazy and how she needed to come out for shots that night, so Sarah just nodded along. “Like totally. Fer sure.” Besides, it all felt pretty good, even when Kelly sprayed some funny smelling mist in her face. Before Sarah knew it, Kelly was escorting her back down the stairs and out the door where, surprise, her fiance was waiting for her. She had forgotten how strong and manly and handsome he was. “There’s my sorority girl,” she heard him say. “Now isn’t that better than staying at the hotel to do work or read a book?” Sarah panicked. Work? Book? “Did I, like, forget some homework I had to do?” Kelly and her fiance laughed, and Sarah joined it. Not knowing what else to say, Sarah just opened her mouth… “Ohmygod, we should totally take a selfie.” -- source link