As soon as the bedroom door closed, Aggie and Christina fell into each other's arms and began exploring the other's bodies. They collapsed onto the bed with hands, and tongues touching and tasting anything they could reach. Eventually, they ended up in a sixty-nine with both girls ravenously licking, and sucking on each other's creamy pussy.

Christina was on the bottom, she slipped a finger into Aggie as she sucked on her clit. When her finger was well lubed she pulled it out, and without warning, she pushed it into Aggie's ass. Aggie screamed when she felt the digital penetration, As Christina started flicking Aggie's clit with her tongue, Aggie began to shudder in orgasm.

Her orgasm drove Aggie to the heights of pleasure. Christina began to finger fuck her ass as she slurped up the cream gushing from Aggie's body. The waves of pleasure from her latest climax made the feeling of the finger in her ass much more enjoyable than Aggie had thought it could be. When Aggie finished her climax she let Christina continue to finger her ass while she continued to lick the sexy Latina's cunt.

Christina's orgasm wasn't far off, and she pushed her hips into Aggie's face, trying to get over the edge. Aggie slurped and licked Christina using her fingers on her clit trying to give her the same satisfaction she had gotten. Christina felt her orgasm approach like a tidal wave of pleasure, and when it crashed down upon her, she screamed, "AGGGGGIIIIIIIEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" as she involuntarily rammed her finger deeper into her lovers virgin asshole. Aggie joined in the scream, not sure if it was from pain or pleasure.

When both girls were fairly well sated, they laid on the bed, legs intertwined not talking. Aggie was smiling, having learned how much fun sex could be, and she finally understood why Lars always tried to get her to be more adventurous. Too bad that it's too late she thought to herself, tears starting to flow.

Christina saw her new lover so distraught, wrapped her arms around Aggie, and pulled her close, letting her cry. When Aggie had no tears left, Christina kissed her forehead, and looked into her eyes, “Aggie, are you okay? Did I do something..."

Aggie shook her head no. "It...it wasn't...wasn't you, it was me. I did something stupid," and then she began to spill her anguish to Christina. Starting with the infamous kiss through her latest humiliation from Bree, and Pris. Ending with how Tina got her into The Sisterhood of the Seven. "And now that I know how wonderful sex can be, it's too late. I don't have the man I love to share it with."

Christina had no words that would comfort her lover, so she just held Aggie, and lightly caressed her until they both fell asleep.

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The next morning, Aggie and Christina were woken by someone pounding on the door. Christina extracted herself from Aggie, who was still asleep and opened the door still naked. Hannah was standing in the hallway wearing a white satin robe. "Good morning, sisters," she said brightly, "in case you didn't explore anything but each other last night, there's a shower in your room. Bathe quickly, and put these on. The sisters, and I will have breakfast for you soon." She handed Christina two robes, identical to hers.

Christina woke Aggie up, and then they found the bathroom. The shower stall was built for one person, but the girls were skinny and liked being close, so squeezing in the phone booth-sized shower stall wasn't too difficult, and a lot more enjoyable than it should have been. Despite the cramped space, and time constraint, they meticulously washed each other’s naked bodies.

Once they were clean and mostly dry, they pulled on the robes, took each other's hand, and went off in search of the dining room. It would have been easy to find, even without the smell of coffee, and bacon leading them straight to it.

"Help yourselves to some breakfast, but don't leave. There's one more thing you need to do before you rejoin the world," Hannah said, hugging both girls, heading off. The two girls sat at the table and started helping themselves to the food piled on top of it. They ate one-handed, not wanting to lose their hold on each other.

They ate in silence, enjoying each other's company. Soon the other contestants from last night joined them. Everyone one of them looked like they spent the night fucking instead of sleeping. None of them had anything to say, just shy smiles, and glances were exchanged as each one sat down to eat.

Once they had eaten their fill, a girl none of them knew came in, and called them away, one by one. As each girl left, she hugged her friends, and before following the unknown woman down the hall. None of the girls returned. Eventually, only Aggie and Christina were left. "What do you think is happening," asked Christina.

"I don't know, and I'm scared. I don't want to be separated," Aggie replied, pulling Christina's hand to her mouth, and kissing her fingers.

Before anything else could be said, Christina's name was called, she kissed Aggie, and said, "Meet me at Luke's Diner as soon as you're done." Aggie nodded and released Christina's hand as she walked away.

Almost an hour later, Aggie was called. She walked out of the dining room, and into a room where five girls were sitting at a table. Tina, Hannah, and Nat were there with two other girls Aggie didn't know. There was an empty seat at one end of the table. All the girls wore identical yellow sweaters with a logo on their right breasts.

The top was a circle, inside the circle was a heart interlaced with a Celtic knot. From the bottom of the circle was a line going straight down, connecting to the top of a number seven.

Hannah smiled at Aggie, and Tina nodded at her. Nat stood up, hugged Aggie, and kissed her on the cheek. "Now Aggie, take your clothes, and get dressed," she said pointing to a door off to one side of the room. "Then come back, and sit down so we can talk.

Aggie took the box and went through the door. She quickly pulled on her clothes, finding the stuff she’d locked up last night in the bottom of the box. Once she was ready she returned to the other women. She sat in the seat and looked at the ladies.

The woman in the middle started to speak in a familiar voice, "I'm the current Headmistress of the Sisterhood of the Seven. You already know Sister Hannah, and Sister Tina. You'll meet more of the sisters at the party tonight to welcome our five newest members."

"Aggie, you played well last night, showed sportsmanship, open-mindedness, and more courage than should have been required. We were especially impressed with the way you dealt with Sister Erin."

"Wait! What?" Aggie exclaimed. "Sister Erin?"

"Yes, Sister Erin," the headmistress said smiling. We always plant one of our newer sisters into the game. She was there to see how the players would react under stress, and deal with hostility," Tina told her, smiling broadly at Aggie.

The door behind Aggie opened, and Erin walked up to Aggie holding her arms open for a hug. "No hard feelings, Aggie, it was my job. I hated acting like that toward you and the other sisters."

Aggie took a deep breath, and stood up, hugging the other girl. The sisters applauded as Erin whispered in Aggie's ear, "This is for stomping on my foot," as she stepped on Aggie's foot, "Now we're even."

Aggie was so happy that she let Erin get away with her revenge. Erin and Aggie stopped hugging, and Aggie sat down as Erin took the empty seat at the table.

"Tonight, there is a party to welcome our new members of The Sisterhood of the Seven. Is there anyone you would like to invite, a boyfriend maybe," Erin asked.

Aggie replied, "No!" sharply, making the other ladies glance at each other. Remembering how everyone was addressed last night she hung her head and said, "No, worthy Head Mistress, there's no one. Not anymore."

Tina heard Aggie's voice crack and saw the tears forming in Aggie's eyes. She quickly spoke up on her behalf. "Aggie recently went through a bad breakup with her first boyfriend, who is now dating her ex-best friend. To make things worse, Aggie found out her Ex friend is friends with two girls who bullied, and tormented her throughout the middle, and high school. All three are on the cheerleading squad. What is it you call them?"

"The Bimbo Squad," Aggie said, looking down at her feet, ashamed to let these powerful, and sexy women see her crying like a little girl. All the women in the room cracked up when they heard this expression.

"I love it. From now on, all sisters will refer to cheerleaders as the Bimbo Squad." The room erupted in applause, and Aggie was smiling through her tears.

When order was restored, Hannah told Aggie, "There's a dress code for tonight's party, to go with the theme. Tina will meet you at your dorm with your costume at six tonight. Once you're dressed, she'll bring you to the party."

"I'll be there," Aggie said. As she stood up to leave, each sister hugged and welcomed her.

Aggie drove back to campus and parked her car. She was walking to her room when she suddenly froze in her tracks. She’d almost forgotten that she was supposed to meet Christina. She took her phone out to call her, then realized she’d never got the Latina sexpots number.

Sighing in exasperation, Aggie turned around to head over to the restaurant. As she got her keys from her purse, she bumped into someone, knocking them to the ground. "Oh, I'm sorry," Aggie said, looking down. When she saw Tiffi her blood began to boil. Aggie was not the same person she had been yesterday, so instead of running away from the woman who stole her man, she was ready and willing to fight for him.

"You bitch!" Aggie screamed, and jumped on top of Tiffi, one hand scratching her face, the other grabbing a handful of her hair. Tiffi started to fight back, smacking Aggie across the face and grabbing a handful of Aggie's hair. A crowd quickly gathered and began cheering on as the two sexy coeds wrestled.

Before either girl could inflict any real damage on their adversary, campus police arrived, and quickly pulled the two combatants apart, put handcuffs on them, shoved them into the car, and took them to the police station.

Neither girl said anything. Both were breathing hard, and seething with anger. They were escorted into the police station. "Sit there, and don't move," a cop told them.

Once the officers were out of earshot, Aggie, her heartbreaking, said to Tiffi, "Even if you didn't want to be friends anymore, why did you have to start dating Lars, knowing how I felt about him?"

"What the fuck, bitch?" Tiffi said, giving her a disgusted look. "What kind of freak do you think I am? I don't date my fucking cousins!"

"Wait! You and Lars are cousins? Why didn't either of you say anything to me? Why did Bree tell me he's your man? Why did you delete me from your Facebook?"

"He never told you? He promised me he would. It's not a secret, but there's some dark family history, and if anyone takes more than a surface look at our bloodlines some things might get out that we'd rather keep to ourselves, so we keep our familial connection quiet." Her voice trailed off. "Wait! When did Bree tell you we were dating?"

"Yesterday. I went looking around campus for you, and when I saw you, you were standing next to Lars and wearing a Bimbo Squad uniform. I saw you and Lars talking. I hid behind some bushes and waited for him to leave so we could talk. The next thing I know, Bree, and Pris showed up. I tried to leave without those bitches seeing me, but they came right up to me, and told me you were their best friend from cheer camp and were dating Lars."

Tiffi shot upright in her seat. "Those skanky bitches! I'm gonna kill 'em!" She was furious, and Aggie could tell it wasn't with her. "Okay, from the top. I went to cheer camp with Bree, and Pris, I couldn't stand them. I was only in cheer because my mom was a former cheer captain of a champion team, and forced me to cheer. I hate it. My folks went through a nasty divorce over the summer and spent my college fund on their court battles. So I had to find a way to pay for school. I tried out for a cheerleading scholarship and got it. Then Bree and Pris were expelled from Alabama to avoid some kind of scandal. With those two, it's anyone's guess what they did. Their high school coach was an alumna here so she pulled some strings, and got them in."

Tiffi paused and took a few deep breaths to calm down. "I moved out of the dorm because I couldn't afford it. Bree and Pris live in a three-bedroom, off-campus apartment, and asked me to live with them, rent-free. Pris told me the reason you hate cheerleaders is because you're a closet lesbian, and had stalked, and attacked several cheerleaders in high school after they refused to be your love slaves."

Shaking her head, Tiffi continued, "I foolishly believed her and decided to avoid you. When Lars found out who I was living with, he told me how they tortured you in high school. If I had known the truth, I wouldn't have moved in with them. I deleted my Facebook because I couldn't handle the nasty things they were posting about each other."

Aggie realized that once again Bree and Pris had set her up, fucked with her head, and tried to ruin her life. Not her life, she realized, just a few hours of a day. She’d gotten her best friend back, She had some cool, new, friends, and a shot at getting Lars back into, well not back into, into places he'd never been before.

Tiffi broke Aggie's reverie, "When I was talking to Lars yesterday, he told me what happened on your trip, and asked me to see if you were willing to talk with him. I was on my way to your room when you attacked me." Aggie looked at Tiffi trying to digest all she had been told, and trying to reconcile it with everything that had happened to her in the last two days.

Both girls sat in silence, processing their new truths, and rewiring their brains to align themselves with true north again. After a long wait, a police officer walked over and grabbed Aggie by the arm. He pulled her to her feet. "Officer, this is a misunderstanding. Tiffi is my best friend. We were roughhousing, and I accidentally scratched her face. Then she pulled my hair, and I pulled hers, next thing we knew there was a crowd around us yelling catfight. Then we were brought here in handcuffs.”

"I don't care, girly. You get one phone call. He pointed to an empty chair by a desk that had a phone, and phone book on it. Aggie grabbed the phone, and quickly dialed Tina's number, hoping she was in her room, and not tied up. Aggie quietly chuckled at the term that took on a whole new meaning for her in the last few hours.

"It's Tina."

"Tina it's Aggie. I'll explain later, but I need your help. I've been arrested by campus police. Tiffi and I are here, and there's been a huge misunderstanding, along with some misinformation. Is there anything..."

"I got it, girl. Hang tight," and the line went dead. Aggie hung up the phone, the officer took her by the arm and led her back to the bench where Tiffi was waiting.

"Your turn, Rocky," he said, grabbing Tiffi by the arm, and leading her to the same desk. Before she could lift the receiver, a female lieutenant strutted over.

I got it from here, McFadden. Go grab me a cheese steak from the Waikiki diner, and get yourself something, my treat," as she handed the overweight but young officer $20.

She brought Tiffi back to the bench and quickly uncuffed the two girls. "Don't get into any more trouble. I won't be able to help a sister twice without someone noticing," she told them gruffly, then turned, and walked back to her office.

"A sis ..." Tiffi started to ask.

Aggie grabbed her hand, and pulled her out of the station whispering, "STFU, I'll explain later."

As they stepped out into the sunlight, Aggie saw Tina hurrying up the steps. Aggie hugged her and introduced her to Tiffi. As they rode back to the dorm in Tina's car, Aggie and Tiffi told Tina how they had been set up by Bree, and Pris.

"What bitches. No wonder you hate them," Tina said to Aggie.

"I guess they didn't learn their lesson from Lars after all," Aggie told the others about the video Lars had played at their graduation. Thinking about the group of naked females, she exclaimed, "Oh shit, Tina. I was supposed to meet Christina, and I forgot when I left the house. I don't have her number..."

Tina tossed her phone to Aggie, "Number 5 on speed dial," Tina said.

"Hey, girl, it's Aggie. Change of plans. My dorm ASAP, I have some news and need your help. Thanks, see you soon." "She's on her way," Aggie tells the other girls.

"So you and Tina seem pretty friendly, and who is Christina?" Tiffi asks.

"A friend," Tina said, shooting Aggie a warning look.

"How did you make these friends, Aggie?" Tiffi asked, sounding perturbed that no one is answering her questions.

"Tina took me to a... party last night, and I joined Christina and a few other girls in an intense game. We kinda formed a bond," Aggie told her, hoping it was enough to stall any more questions but satisfy her friend's curiosity.

"You're in the Sisterhood of the seven?!" Tiffi asked in shock. Aggie looked at Tiffi, aghast. "I thought that was some perverted frat boy’s idea of a sorority," she said in shock. "It exists?"

"It's a SECRET society," she said to Tiffi, "how the hell do you know about it?"

"I read an old school newspaper for a project last year, and there was an article about secret clubs on campus."

Tina nodded her head, “I know the piece,” she said, ending the discussion.

The three girls headed up to Aggie's room and waited for Christina. When she arrived, Aggie introduced her to Tiffi, and they told her how Bree and Pris once again were screwing with Aggie. After hearing the whole story she was seething with anger.

"We've got to take care of those bitches once, and for all. I don't want Lars fighting this one for me. I want to handle this with the help of my friends. But I'm not sure what we can do." Aggie looked at her friends for any ideas.

"Don't the cheerleaders have their Bikini car wash fundraiser soon," Christina asked.

"That gives me an idea," Aggie said, pulling out her phone. She searched and found the phone number she was looking for. She walked to the other side of the room, held a quiet conversation, and hung up. She walked back to her puzzled friends smiling, "Here's my idea..." and told them her plan.

When they heard it, they all started to laugh and agreed to help. Tiffi even agreed to be a mole for the plot, glad to finally get revenge on the two stuck up girls who had always made her feel like crap while pretending to be her friend.

"We can work out the details later, but now we have to get ready," said Tina.

"Ready for what," Tiffi asked.

"We have a party to go to tonight," Tina told Tiffi.

"Ohh can I come?" Tiffi asked.

"Not tonight, it's by invitation only, but I think there might be another event in a week you can come to," Tina said, handing Tiffi a card with an address on one side, and some instructions on the other.

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Aggie opened the box Tina had for her. She pulled out a yellow plaid belt with three buttons to hold it closed. There were black thigh high stockings and black 4" stilettos. At the bottom was a white button-down shirt that wouldn't have fit Aggie properly in sixth grade, but now it would be scandalous. "Shoes, stockings, belt, and blouse," Aggie asked Tina, “Is something missing?"

Tina laughed at her. "That's not a belt, it's a skirt," she told her. Aggie turned a deep red when she realized this skirt would not only leave her ass cheeks exposed, she didn't think it would even cover her pussy lips, and she had to walk out of the Dorm wearing this. Aggie had never seen an outfit so revealing before, then Christina opened her box.

Two black pasties with tassels fell out. The pasties were encrusted with fake diamonds, there was a faux diamond choker, and a pair of brief black panties that were more string than material also bedazzled with fake diamonds. The shoes were black thigh-high boots, with 4-inch heels. Christina swallowed hard looking at her outfit.

"Tonight's theme is ‘pimps and hoes’, and tonight, I'm your pimp," Tina said, pointing at the two stunned girls.

By six pm, Christina was dressed, and helping Aggie put the finishing touches on her makeup. Christina wore her hair in an upsweep in deference to her more elegant costume, and Aggie put her hair in pigtails to finish off the schoolgirl look. There was a knock on the door, and Christina yelled, "come in."

Tina strutted in wearing a long zebra print cape. The collar and wrists were trimmed in red fuzz. She was also wearing a pair of red briefs that were slightly more substantial than Christina's, and a red bra. There were gold dollar signs on the bra cups and in the center of the panties. Her outfit was topped off with a red fedora, that had a wide zebra band around it, and a peacock feather sticking up. In her hand, she had a red cane topped with a gold dollar sign. "You girls ready to go," she asked standing in the doorway.

"Like this?" Aggie gasped. "I can't go out like this, I'll be arrested. My pussy is exposed."

Tina looked Aggie up, and down, and nodded. "Yes, yes it is. Maybe you would prefer to stay here."

Aggie's face blanched at the thought of being without Christina the rest of the night. Before she could respond, Tina stepped closer to her, and said, "Maybe it's a good thing I brought these," she said, pulling two trench coats out from under her cape.

"Oh thank GOD!" Christina sighed in relief. Aggie just let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding, and took the coat, feeling immense relief that she wouldn't be paraded through the dorm with her body on display for all to see.

The two girls pulled on the trench coats as Tina told them, "We're taking that Pimp mobile of Aggie's," as they headed toward the parking lot. The drive to the house was short and uneventful. As soon as they walked in the house they all dropped their coats on the pile by the door.

Tina led her girls out to the back yard. Aggie was grateful for her costume now because it was the least revealing costume she had seen yet. On one side of the pool, against the eight-foot-tall privacy fence was a long buffet loaded with all kinds of food. On the perpendicular fence, a few feet down was a wet bar with every kind of booze imaginable. Christina and Aggie made a beeline straight for the bar to get some liquid courage for whatever challenges they faced tonight.

As they ordered their drinks, Aggie started looking over the mostly female crowd. She saw an elderly lady standing off to the side, sipping a drink. She was dressed in a gold lamé zoot suit with a black onyx cane hanging off one arm. Her make up was overdone, and her blue hair was fashionably messy, in one of those hairstyles that takes three hours to make it look unkempt.

"Who's the senior citizen?" Aggie asked Tina.

Tina looked at the older woman, and told the girls, "That's mother Beatrice. She created The Sisterhood with her life partner when she was a student here in the thirties. Back then, it was rare for a woman to attend college, and if she was a lesbian ..." Tina took a sip of her drink and continued "To give her fellow lesbian scholars a safe place to be themselves, she came up with the idea for The Sisterhood of the seven. Mother Beatrice, her life partner Mother Agatha, and their close friends Aunt Gladiola, and Aunt Myrtle held the first meeting of The Sisterhood of the seven."

"Wait! This is a club for lesbians? I'm straight, well until last night, I thought I was. I still want dick, well, one guy's dick anyway," Aggie said to her.

"The Sisterhood of the seven was strictly for lesbians until about 1985 when everyone started to panic over AIDS., then The Sisterhood was opened up to all females, provided that they enjoyed girl on girl action to some extent."

"Do other schools have a branch?" Christina asked.

"We've discussed expanding to other schools, especially when a sister transfers or heads off to earn a graduate degree. We decided not to. We kinda like being exclusive, kinda like Skull, and Bones at Yale, or the 21 Club at Princeton, but without the notoriety. We are truly a secret society." Tina told the girls as they walked away from the bar to join the party. "Mother Beatrice doesn't attend many functions anymore, but she came tonight to meet our new members. So, ladies, follow me."

She led Aggie, and Christina into the house, and into the same room where they’d met the headmistress that morning. Now there was a reclining lift chair in the up position and five folding chairs. May and Vee were already in chairs. Vee was wearing a see-through body stocking with tape on her nipples, and what looked like an eye patch over her meaty pussy. May was wearing a black mini kimono trimmed in red. The hem was about two millimeters below her pussy lips. It had a choker collar, and she was exposed from the collar on her neck to her erect nipples. Her hair was worn up with chopsticks, and she was wearing black fishnet stockings, and black leather heels. There was a Red dragon design on the dress, and if the short dress didn't already expose enough, there was a slit that ran up to the top of her thigh bone.

Aggie and Christina took in the other outfits, like Vee, and May took in theirs. Finally, Vee spoke up, "I was wondering if I was ever gonna see you guys again." Christina and Aggie each hugged her, and then turned to May. "Damn, you look hot." May looked at Vee, and Vee nodded.

"Thank you," she simply said and looked back at Vee.

"Pet, you may hug our friends," Vee said.

May stood up and gave Aggie, and Christina a hug. "Pet?" Christina asked Vee.

"May wanted to try out being a submissive, so I'm teaching her." She smiled at the small Asian woman.

Aggie and Christina shared a glance and decided to let their two friends do their thing. As they took their seats, Hannah and Shay entered the room. All the girls froze in shock with their mouths hanging open as Shay strutted in like a model on a catwalk. Her outfit was probably the most revealing one anyone was wearing. It was a knee-length wide mesh dress with multicolored stones strategically placed to cover the wearer's exciting bits. Shay’s long blond hair was done up in an elaborate braid wrapped around her head. She looked stunning, and she knew it.

After all the girls greeted her, and Vee told her about her new relationship with May, Shay sat down and said, "When I saw this outfit, I almost didn't come. I've never worn anything this revealing, even in private. I've felt less naked showering than I do now.”

The other girls laughed, and Aggie stood up, spinning around, "When I took this skirt out of the box, I thought it was a belt. I didn't know skirts could be this short." Everyone's laughter redoubled, all glad that they weren't the only ones with second thoughts when they saw the outfits.

As their laughter died down, the Head Mistress entered the room, "Ladies please stand as our founder, Mother Beatrice enters." The girls jumped to their feet as the elderly lady entered the room. She walked slowly, and carefully using the cane to help support her. She walked around the circle of women, stopping at each one, reviewing them like a general would review his troops. She spoke a few words to each girl, and took their hand in hers, and kissed their cheek.

After speaking with each girl, she shuffled over to the lift chair and eased her body into it. Once she was settled she began lowering the chair. "Please be seated ladies," she said in a surprisingly strong voice. "You may go to my Sweet, and Worthy daughter,” she says to the headmistress. Who immediately turned, and left the room.

Beatrice was now alone with the five practically naked coeds. She sat back and smiled at them. "So, ladies, I must say I am impressed. That was one of the best initiations I have seen in many years. Especially you, Aggie."

All the girls blushed thinking about their antics last night, and this old lady watching them. They all mumbled their thanks to her as they looked at the floor, feeling a bit embarrassed, and vulnerable.

All too familiar with the girl's reactions, she smiled at her newest daughters "Ladies, there is nothing to be ashamed of." The girls looked at her curiously, "Society teaches young women that enjoying sex is bad, and wrong and that it's a great gift only to be given on rare occasions to the one you love. Then they tell guys to fuck every girl he can. This hypocrisy is one of the reasons I started the Sisterhood of the Seven. I wanted to end the notion that a young healthy male getting laid was a stud, and a female who spread her legs, was a fallen woman, a Hester, and was not the kind of girl you bring home to mom. Why is that?"

Aggie looked at Beatrice, a realization dawned in her eyes. Sex wasn't dirty or wrong or something to be hidden away! If it feels good, and all participants agree to it, then it wasn't wrong. She gazed adoringly at Mother Beatrice, who had just broken through the last of Aggie’s barriers and released her pent up desires and squashed her inhibitions for all time.

After making small talk for a time, Mother Beatrice called each girl over one at a time and had a short whispered discussion before telling them to go back to the party. Aggie was the last girl, and Beatrice looked at her with a sad smile on her face. "Aggie, my dear, you remind me a lot of my late beloved Eunice. She was a slight wisp of a girl like you." Beatrice was lost in reverie for several minutes, as Aggie sat there looking at the older woman feeling a strange kinship to her.

"Both our families disowned us when they found out what we were, but we had each other, and that had always been enough. Now I no longer have her, just the memories. She smiled at something only she could see. "Enough of that, I don't need you to feel sorry for me, but I would like to ask you a favor."

Aggie unsure how to address the older woman nodded her head. "Will you visit me occasionally, and keep me company?"

"I would be honored, Mother Beatrice."

"Just call me Beatrice. The Mother and sister are for ceremonies or formal occasions. Now come hug mother, and go play with your friends."

Aggie stood, walked over to the older woman, and bent over to hug her. As she wrapped her arms around Beatrice, Aggie felt the older woman's fingers lightly brush against her exposed damp pussy. Forcing herself not to jump away she let the older woman rub her for several seconds. She had to admit it felt good.

There must be something to having decades of experience, Aggie thought as she stood up. Looking at Beatrice to see if she would acknowledge the sexual contact, she watched in fascination as Beatrice inhaled her musk from her fingers, and then began to lick them.

Aggie thought it was wonderful that even at her age, Beatrice had some interest in sex, and wondered what it would be like with a woman old enough to be her great-grandmother. The rest of the party was pretty normal, well normal compared to the events of the previous evening. People stood around drinking and laughing, and having a good time. There were no real overt sexual encounters, at least not in public. Just some groping, and kissing as people moved through the crowd. Aggie herself rubbed more than a few pussies, not all of them belonging to people she knew. Occasionally, a duo, trio, or more-some would disappear inside for some time. Upon their return, costumes were mussed, torn, or missing entirely, and the group was out of breath, with disheveled hair, and smeared makeup.

When Aggie found her friends in a little group outside, she filled them in on the latest encounter with the Bimbo Squad, and her plans for revenge. Hannah walked up as Aggie was talking.

"We need to let the Headmistress know," she told the girls and went to get her.

The group of friends waited in silence as they watched Hannah get the headmistress, and brought her back to the group. "Ladies, our headmistress, Kate."

"Hello, sisters," she said, looking at the new girls.

"Headmistress, things have changed since we spoke this morning," Aggie told her about running into Tiffi, and finding out about how Bree and Pris were making her miserable, and when she said Tiffi was not only willing but eager to help with the plan, Kate interrupted.

"Normally we don't let outsiders help with our exploits, we take care of our own. An occasional exception is made for people with knowledge or skills that none of the sisters possess or for spouses of special members..."

"Is that why there were guys at the initiation last night?" Christina asked, about the voices at the initiation.

"Okay, ladies, now that you're sisters, you get to know our secrets. There weren't any guys in the crowd last night. We have recordings of male voices. We use them as the opportunity arises to make it seem like there are men present, just to up the stakes a little. No man has ever seen an initiation. Now, remember the first rule."

"Yes, headmistress," the friends said in unison.

"As I was saying before I was interrupted," she continued, looking at Christina, "Tiffi is in a bit of a unique position to help us, and Tina told me that she is sponsoring her at our next initiation. So that should solve that problem, now fill me in on this plan of yours," she told Aggie.

"So the Bimbo Squad is planning a bikini car wash as a fundraiser ..." The group listened as Aggie outlined her plan.

Kate nodded as Aggie finished up. "It seems a little extreme. After all, these aren't the girls from your high school, only two of them deserve retribution. Your plan is pretty good, but you're handing out $50 worth of punishment for a $2 crime. For argument's sake, let's try, and make it doable." Kate went on, making some changes, using the resources of the sisterhood that Aggie had no idea even existed.

After making the changes Kate nodded, "Well, it's good, not perfect, but good. Now tomorrow, we can discuss how to deal with Bree and Pris. But we're not starting a war with the Bimbo Squad because two of them are noxious skanks."

"Let's get another drink, and try to come up with plan B," Aggie said to her friends.

"I ain't had a dick in so long, I don't need a plan B," Shay told the group, making them all laugh.

When the laughter died down, Aggie said, "I’d love to drink you bitches, and plot revenge, but err... I mean, drink with you bitches..." Aggie tried to correct herself.

"Sure, you did, Vee said. After last night, we know what you want," she teased her friend, wiggling her eyebrows, and leering at Christina.

"As I was saying," Aggie said chuckling, "I don't want to drink anymore. I have to drive back to the dorm, and I have an early class tomorrow. Anyone need a lift?"

"I think all of you should stay here," Tina told the group.

Aggie shook her head, no. "I have an early test tomorrow, and want to review my notes one more time before bed," she told her friends as she kissed them goodbye. When her bare ass hit the cold leather seat of her car, she realized she’d forgotten her overcoat, and was practically nude. 'Fuck, I have changed," she thought, realizing that she didn't care who saw her.

Starting the car, she drove back to campus. When she got to her dorm lot, it was full of cars, so she had to park at the far end of the lot. She debated calling a campus escort, but decided against it because in the time it would take one to arrive, she could get to her dorm room.

As she got out of her car, she dropped her keys. When she bent over to get them, she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She took several deep breaths to calm her stomach and then picked up her keys. 'I must be drunker than I thought.' She thought as she scooped up her keys.

She stumbled toward her dorm the unaccustomed heels and her inebriation making her stumble and stagger as she tried to stay upright. She saw a lamp pole 8.53 yards ahead. She lurched up to it and gabbed it for support. She took off her right shoe and then heard footsteps coming from behind her. She started to get an uneasy feeling and looked behind her. There were several figures in the shadows moving towards her. She was about to try and run when two figures stepped out from behind a car parked at the curb. Aggie froze in shock, as she recognized Bree and Pris.
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