OCTOBER... Part 28 d)

Knowing that what would be left in the way of food back at the fraternity would be the dregs I suggested that we go eat at the tavern where the guys from the fraternity hung out. Mo, the owner, let the guys run a ”tab“ of up to $10 and since I’d hardly been there at all decided to take advantage of it. Because of party weekend business was slow so we had a choice of tables. Elle didn’t like the place because it smelled of cigarette smoke and stale beer but it was pretty much eat there or go hungry. We didn’t say much at first. Me, because I knew I was ”on thin ice“ about asking her to change, and Elle because she was uncomfortable in a place like that. The arrival of the food mellowed her out some and we got back to her initiation.

Basically what was done was to play games to entertain the sisters. There was a modicum of embarrassment for all but, with the housemother present, they weren’t allowed to go too far. I asked about some of the different things they did and there were a few that got my attention. Right after the ”washing machine“ game each girl, with the exception of Dee who had been the loser in the previous game, was matched up with another of about the same size and stature. Then, facing, they had to undress each other (down to bra and panties) and then they had to dress the other, switching clothes. Elle said they could have used their own clothes because the hard part was in getting the other person dressed. The ”losers“ (the team that was last to complete the task) were then taken upstairs for a cold shower, clothes and all.

One that really had my attention was one they called ”panty raid“. With all the pledges in a circle in the living room the pledge mistress stepped into the center with a basket. She then dumped the contents, panties, onto the floor. Elle said there were really surprised looks on some faces when they realized that the panties actually belonged to them. Each pledge had a ”big sister“ and each of them had gone into the dresser drawers of their ”little sister“ and done a "panty raid". The pledgemistress then would pick out a pair from the pile and walk around the circle waiting for the owner to claim them. Since name tags were in all the girls clothes there was no question as to knowing the actual owner. But, the criteria for the "big sisters" in making the choice for each girl was to find a pair that was ”different“ for some reason or another. Then, after the owner stepped forward or was ”outted“ by the pledgemistress she had to ”defend“ them by answering questions from the sisters. Elle laughed when she told me about a couple of them. They had holes in them and in her eyes they were unwearable. Luckily, hers weren’t the first. She said she was worried that a pair of her Carter’s cotton panties would be shown. Because they were what she wore at night they were very noticeably stained. But her ”big sister“ was kind and chose a pair of her nylon ones. The only thing that was said about them was that they were ”too plain“ and that she ought to upgrade. An interesting aside to all this was that after they answered the questions they had to put them on over what they were wearing.

Other games included relay races up and down the stairs, truth or consequences (the forerunner of truth or dare) and the like. Elle said it was probably early in the morning when they were all taken to the game room in the basement and blindfolded. Elle's ”big sister“ had made sure that she was given the opportunity to use the toilet during the games and right before they were taken downstairs. She said it was obvious that something important was about to happen soon after they arrived as they were all told to sit on the floor and not to utter a sound. She said it seemed like ”forever“ until she was tapped on the shoulder and led into another room. Once there she was ”grilled’ on the history of the sorority and the like. She said that as tired as she was she couldn’t get the answers out fast enough before the sisters were yelling at her saying stuff like she wasn’t worthy of being a member. She admitted that she “lost it“, started crying and really couldn’t remember what happened right after that. The first thing she really remembered clearly was that she was in the kitchen with some of the other pledges and some of the sisters and they were all yelling ”congratulations!”. It was after that started to sink in that she realized she was wet. But the excitement of knowing she was now a full fledged “sister” out weighed that little problem. She said she joined in bouncing all around hugging anyone she could get her arms around.

By that time it was almost 8pm and I was supposed to be at the pep rally and bonfire with the other pledges. We actually had to run part way to make it. I had to check in with the pledgemaster and then wait around until after the fire was started. Being around my fellow pledges right at that time made me sort of lose focus on Elle for a while and when I refocused it was obvious that she had a problem. I, more or less, knew what it was but couldn’t say anything with so many people around. I think I might’ve said something along the lines of “how bad?” and she just rolled her eyes. Wearing a skirt always gave her some leeway but she was wearing wool slacks. When we started walking away from the fire she was walking slowly. By the time we got to about 100 yards away from the fraternity she said the wet wool was chafing her inner thighs and she could hardly walk. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t go back to my room and get a change of clothes for her. When we got to Fraternity it was fairly empty. Elle said that in spite of being wet she had to sit down. The chairs in the dining room were the only ones that couldn’t be hurt by moisture so we sat down there. I got the idea that maybe we could have my roommate’s date, Susan, to go back and get something for her but I had no idea where they were. I hadn’t even seen them since Elle had arrived. I have no idea how long we sat there but when Elle got up to go to the bathroom I got the idea of getting some of my clothes. At least that way we could get her back to my room and she could get washed up and some dry clothes on. When I told her she laughed. I was 6’1“ and she was 5’6’‘. But she didn’t have any other choice. I told her that if we did that right at that time there wouldn’t be many people to see her dressed that way. The one good thing about the wool slacks was that they didn’t show the wetness that readily so moving about the fraternity and having someone see it was minimized. The real problem was the chafing. So I ran upstairs and grabbed a pair of chinos, underpants and socks. I couldn’t do anything about her shoes.

As silly as she looked with about 5 turns up on the cuffs of the chinos she was happy just to be in something dry and that wasn’t chafing her. When we got outside and alone she laughingly told me that my underpants were "baggy in the front". We took our time walking back downtown. She had rolled her wet panties up in the slacks and gave them to me to carry. Fortunately it was dark and no one could tell what I was carrying. I wanted to ask if the new panties had made a difference but didn’t dare. As I know now there was no way for her to tell. This time the talk was about what my fears concerning my upcoming initiation were... and there were many.

To be continued...