Message-ID: <7412eli$9801181709@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Morg105829 Subject: Kathy by Morgan (M/F) Chapter 8a Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6e5fe91f.34c09bc5@aol.com> To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us From: morg105829@aol.com Subj: "Kathy" Book II, Chapter 8a (M/F) (228 lines) January 17, 1998 Thanks for the (mostly) friendly comments. This is the seventh section of a book that runs 26 chapters. Readers are most strongly urged to read Kathy from the beginning. It will make no sense otherwise. I hope to have the balance of the book posted within a week or so. This is part 1 of Chapter 8; for uploading reasons, I couldn't transmit it intact. If you are downloading, put both pieces of chapter 8 together. There's no sensible reason for the break, except for line count. Comments (of any kind) will be appreciated. Contact me at morg105829@aol.com. Although this is substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the usual disclaimers apply. Permission is granted to repost, but only on non- commercial sites. Please inform me if you do so. "Kathy" (c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan. Book II Chapter 8A Thinking it had been a good year, Kathy stretched on her bed like a cat. It was Thursday and it was spring. Pulling aside the covers, she hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom where she spent a few minutes studying her body in the mirror. She felt her flat belly. Was there fat creeping in? She turned slowly, looking at her reflection critically from every angle. Was she starting to age? She knew that women reached their physical peak in their late teens. Was she over the hill? As she reflected critically, she decided that she had a few good years left. It was just as well because she had a lot to do. After talking with her advisor, she was now confirmed in her desire to go to law school. Although she thought about calling Bob Ferguson to ask for his help, she decided not to. Bob had not been the same since his wife, Belle, and daughter, Sandy, had been killed in that tragic plane crash. She was sure that Bob would help her, though, since she wanted to go to University of Virginia Law School which was his school. In addition to his alumni connections Bob was very well connected around the state. After dressing she went out to get the mail even though she didn't get very much. Most of her bills were paid directly from Norfolk. Mrs. Wilson, Bob's secretary, took care of them. Most of her personal mail came to her Yale Station post office box because she didn't normally give out her home address to fellow students. Even her telephone was listed with Yale as the address. She walked over to the Yale Station post office, opened her box, and took out a single letter. The paper was Crane's and there was no return address. As she walked out onto the Old Campus still looking at it, Kathy laughed at herself. 'There is one easy way of solving the mystery. Open it!' She finally did. It was written in calligraphy. 'Someone is a beautiful penman or paid someone else who is.' It was formally addressed to Miss Katherine J. Smith. While still in prep school she had adopted Jenkins as her middle name. She skimmed the letter and then started over and read it again slowly. The president, officers and members of the Alpha Fraternity earnestly requested that she accept the nomination as queen of their fraternity, and to represent them in the cam- pus-wide Queen of Yale College contest. She thought for a moment and grinned. 'It will drive the lesbians at Yale absolutely crazy. And it couldn't happen to a nicer bunch of guys.' Instead of writing, she decided to walk over to the house and accept the invitation person ally. At the same time she could find out what was expected of a fraternity queen. It was almost five o'clock when she reached the Alpha house. After ringing the bell she walked into the entrance hall. Knowing the usual disarray around the house, she stopped and yelled, "Anybody home?" Moments later, male bodies started to appear from every direction. "Hey, guys, it's Kathy," someone yelled. In no time there was a crowd in the hall. For some reason, she felt like Snow White with the seven dwarfs. "Did you get our invitation?" asked one. "Will you do it for us, Kathy?" asked another. The president of the house, a senior named John Robinson, came up to her. John was one of the two members who had walked her home after the September party. She was shocked as he took her in his arms and gave her a big kiss. When she started to blush under her tan, John's face fell and he suddenly looked like a little boy who had done something wrong. "I'm sorry, Kathy. I was just so glad to see you! I didn't mean to insult you." "Don't be silly, John. You just took me by surprise. I came over after receiving your wonderful invitation to find out what it's all about." "That's great, Kathy. Say, could you stay for dinner? Tonight the members have to wear jackets and ties, so they're less likely to act like the slobs they really are. Will you join us, please?" There was a loud chorus of pleas from the group around her. "Sure, I would love to," she replied. "When do we eat?" "Well, dinner will be served at six-fifteen. As you can see, most of these guys have a lot of cleaning up to do before they come down to dinner." John verbally underscored his last words to make sure his fraternity brothers got the message. "Would you like to join those few of us who are dressed for a drink before dinner?" John led the way downstairs to the bar. When Kathy stopped at the foot of the stairway and inspected the scene, John reddened. "I'm sorry, Kathy. I shouldn't have brought you down here... not after that night." Kathy brightened and grinned at him, "Maybe I earned the invitation to be your queen that night. Most of your members know what I *really* look like. Don't worry about it. You saw only a few square inches more of me than you would at the beach. I really don't mind." John smiled and seated her on a stool while he went behind the bar. There were only two other members with them. John looked at them quickly, then at Kathy. He swallowed hard and said, "Kathy, thank you for what you did. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. The next day, when the guys were sobered up, we realized what might have happened. We could all be headed for prison right now, convicted of rape. The other girl -- Jennifer, wasn't it? -- was in no condition to consent to anything. I guess she's probably legal age, but it still would have been rape. Kathy, something has been bothering us for months. You did the bravest thing we've ever seen. It may have been too late, but the next day we realized that you did it deliberately. We were convinced that had it worked out differently you would have been lying on that pool table with your legs spread wide. You *were* going through with it, weren't you." Kathy blushed. "I didn't really think that far ahead," she lied. "But I just couldn't allow Jennifer to wreck her life and a lot of other lives as well. Anyway, it all worked out and I didn't even catch a cold! By the way, are you reneging? I only let you lure me down here with the promise of a drink. Where is it?" John smiled at her. "Anything in the house is yours, mademoiselle. The finest champagne, the best imported liquors, the... Anyway, the beer's cold. And Kathy, we want you to know that we know we can never thank you enough. I hope you understand that we really do love you. You are the sweetheart of the Alpha house. Now how about a beer?" Kathy was looking down at the bar counter after hearing the heartfelt statement. When she looked up, there were tears rolling down her cheeks. "Thank you." She grinned through her tears and added, "But what's a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?" The beer and a clean handkerchief were both quickly produced. The members found all sorts of fascinating things around the room to absorb their attention as Kathy dried her eyes. At dinner she was seated on John's right as the guest of honor. She looked up in surprise to see Bill Johnson sitting across from her. "Kathy, I don't want to embarrass you but I'm sitting here because I'm vice-president of the house... and because I want to. Kathy, you saved my life that night. It cost me a little embarrassment -- and I'm afraid it cost you a great deal -- but it saved me twenty years in the Connecticut State Penitentiary. Thank you, Kathy." She looked at him and saw tears forming at the corners of his eyes. Impulsively, she reached across the table and took his hand. "Bill, I had an unfair advantage. My body is reasonably attractive. When I had almost all of my clothes off, it wrecked your concentration. With our clothes on, Bill, you would beat me ten times out of ten." She turned towards John and said, "Before this evening gets completely out of hand, could you tell me what this queen business is all about. What is the queen supposed to do?" Bill and John both visibly relaxed. John said, "It's brand new, Kathy. Bill and I will try to fill you in. There is a competition in three parts: brains, looks, and athletic ability." He looked straight at Kathy. "Please don't take this the wrong way -- none of the brothers know you very well -- but you *are* pretty smart, aren't you?" Kathy blushed again. "This isn't my night. I'm starting to resemble a lobster, I've been blushing so much. But yes, I guess I am reasonably intelligent." They both continued to look at her. "Okay, I'll admit it. I was just informed that I have been elected to Phi Beta Kappa." "Aren't you only a junior, though?" Bill asked. Kathy just nodded. Bill stood up and tapped on his glass for attention. "Gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to announce to you that Miss Katherine J. Smith has consented to be our queen this Spring." The dining room exploded with the members' cheers and whistles. When order was partially restored, Bill tapped his glass again, and they quieted down. "I have also just learned that our queen, Miss Smith, a junior here at Yale, has just been elected to Phi Beta Kappa." Before he was drowned out by the shouting he yelled, "We've got the brains side locked!" All the brothers crowded around Kathy's chair. She finally stood up and set up an impromptu receiving line. After shaking hands, kissing or hugging each member, they all sat down. "Kathy," John said, "I hope it's obvious to you that the brothers love you. By the way, you aren't in a fraternity or sorority, are you?" "No. Why?" she replied, puzzled. John didn't reply. Instead, he stood up and tapped his glass again. "Gentlemen, I have an announcement to make. As you know, our national By-Laws have recently been revised to permit the induction of women into Alpha. I hope you will all join me in extending a bid to Miss Katherine J. Smith to become the first female member of Alpha fraternity here at Yale!" Again, the dining room exploded. This time, a line formed snaking around the room, singing the fraternity's song. Kathy just sat in her chair, stunned. John motioned for her to go into the next room with him. He turned and looked into her eyes. "Kathy, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. As you know, the Alpha's are champion non-thinkers. I just want you to know that we may be inept but we are sincere. There are a thousand reasons why we would like you to be a member. I wish I could think of even one reason why you might say yes. I can't. But please say 'yes' anyway, Kathy?" "Yes, John. I would be proud to pledge the Alpha fraternity. What happens now?" "Just a minute. I'll be right back." John tore out of the living room and went up stairs. Moments later he was back with a small box in his hand. "Kathy, this is your pledge pin for Alpha. Will you put it on?" "Would you pin it on please, John?" He opened the pin and came up to her. He was so nervous, his hands were shaking so the point of the pin went into her left breast. "Ouch!" she yelped. "Maybe it would be safer if I did it." She attached the pin to her sweater and then, going up on her toes, kissed John soundly on the cheek. John's face reddened with embarrassment as he slowly rubbed the spot she had kissed. "Kathy, you know us well enough to know that we aren't the most suave fraternity on campus. We mean well most of the time but we don't often get it right. I don't think I want to mess with a lot of pledge garbage with you. I'll give you a book to read with all the stuff you are supposed to know. Maybe we could have the initiation tonight?" She agreed immediately and said, "Come on, John. The cook will kill us both if his dinner gets any colder. He must wonder what's going on out here." They returned to the dining room where the members were returning to their seats. "Gentleman, Kathy has consented to pledge Alpha. Her pledge period has begun. It will end at the initiation following dinner." With food now on the table, the members settled for a loud cheer. When dinner was over, John took Kathy into the living room while the other members changed. "What happens now?" she asked. John looked pensive. "I really don't know. Things are moving too fast. Just about an hour ago we were wondering if you would consent to be our queen. Thanks again for saying yes. Most of the brothers were certain you would say no. One of the guys was pretty graphic in his description of what you would say we could do with our invitation. But the house decided to invite you anyway because you are the only girl we really wanted. "As far as the initiation goes, I just don't know. We're a pretty rowdy crowd with the reputation of being drunken jocks. Unfortunately, the description is too often accurate. It extends to our initiations. Things come close to getting out of hand. No one had even *thought* of inviting a woman to join the house. It's never even been discussed. When we got word of the National's action, the guys just had a big laugh." He looked at her and added, "Kathy, I can't promise you won't be embarrassed a little, but you won't be hurt. You are the most courageous girl any of us has ever met, so it should be okay." As they were talking, the members were trooping back downstairs wearing older clothes. "Come on, Kathy. I guess it's time. We're going downstairs again." When the members assembled in the basement room, it was strangely quiet. The members were looking at each other wondering what to do next. "What about the initiation uniform?" a member called out. John blushed. "What's the initiation uniform, John?" Kathy asked. "It's a fraternity tradition here at Alpha. Pledges are only allowed to wear their underwear." Kathy went over to the bar and stepped out of her loafers. After stripping off her sweater, she stepped out of her skirt. Now she was wearing only a bra and a pair of bikini briefs. There was a gasp from the members. "Okay, John, I'm in my initiation uniform. What's next?" "How about the honey?" a member suggested from the back of the room. Again John reddened. "It doesn't sound like that could hurt," Kathy said, "I don't know what he means, but let's do it." A couple of the members slid small square tables together. Three tables formed a surface about two feet wide and six feet long. Kathy went towards them." "Kathy, you have to lie on your back on the table." Members steadied the tables while Kathy sat on one and gracefully swung her legs around and lay down. "Reach down and back and hold on to the legs with your hands." With her arms reaching down, her breasts jutted out. There was another gasp from the members. A member produced a large jar of honey. He uncapped it and passed it to John. "This will be an eating contest. We pour the honey over you, and members lick it off. Are you ready?" Kathy remembered some of the strange requests at Julie's. At Julie's though, the substances were usually put on the girl's breasts and loins. Although it had never been done to her, the girls reported that it was sort of kinky but nice. She gripped the table legs as John let the honey run in a stream. He began at the bottom edge of her bra and started pouring. He went over her navel and down her right leg to her foot. Righting the jar, he returned to her navel and followed a line down her left leg. Then he went back to her belly and let the honey form large circles as he went around and around her abdomen, belly and up to her breasts again. Then he moved back a step to examine his handiwork and decided to pour more on her chest and shoulders. Finally, he poured it on her face, chin, forehead and ended with honey on her lips. Kathy felt that it had been like a Chinese water torture, as the honey slowly flowed across her body. Although she couldn't see anything, she could feel her body heat thin the honey and allow it to flow across her bodily curves. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |