Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“Good.”

“Come on, Julia,” Becky said to me, her smile growing wide. “You have to go through with the hazing or you can’t join the Sorority. It’s the last step you have to do. Just come to the Alpha Chi Sigma party and do whatever I tell you, and you’ll have sisters for life.”

I wondered how much Becky knew. She was the one who’d been the most supportive, but the idea that she might’ve heard my interview...

I had to confess everything. Not just that I was a virgin, but that the furthest I’d ever gone was being felt up, and I’d only tried masturbating once and sucked at it, and that I broke up with my boyfriend because I was afraid to give him head.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to — I did. I was just afraid I’d be bad at it and he’d tell everyone. I didn’t want that to be the last thing anyone at school ever heard about me. That I was bad at blow jobs.

“I’m going,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I was.

It was a bit like marching to my execution, or at least that’s how my mind was blowing it out of proportion. It was warm for September and I was wearing a simple pink halter dress that showed off my curves but still managed to look chaste. My pink flats matched and were, if I’m being honest, the highest fashion of the season.

Becky was in this much sexier red dress, her red, curly hair wild, whereas my blonde tresses were straight as anything.

The fraternity house was massive, old gothic architecture that looked beautiful yet historical, rooted in the past. Though the loud, thumping music that blared out of the building kinda shattered that whole illusion, because I don’t think techno dance music had a lot of history or beauty, it just got the job done of making you dance.

It wasn’t a super long walk, though it felt like it as I wondered what they’d have me do. I expected drinking, but I’d never done drugs and was kind of worried they’d take it to the next level.

But I had to get into this sorority. It was a family tradition!

“Geez, the music’s so loud,” I said to Becky, eyes wide.

“Oh come on,” she said with a wide smile, tugging at my arm in her slinky cocktail dress that showed off more than I would ever dare, stopping too short at her upper thighs, and going far too low over her ample chest. “It’s a party, you’ll love it!”

“Yea,” I said, though I didn’t feel entirely certain. Maybe a drink would calm my nerves a little...

No sooner than we were inside the building though, then one of the sorority sisters was shoving drinks into our hands.

“Drink up, you two! It’s gonna be one hell of a night,” she said with a bright, enthusiastic smile, as if everyone’s drink status was her responsibility, and maybe it was.

“Yeah go on,” Becky said to me, sipping her own glass. “It’s wine, not beer, so don’t be shy,” and a simple sip proved her right. It was a girly kind of drink, rather than that disgusting flavour of beer that dominated most parties like this.

“Oh, that’s nice,” I said and though Becky likely couldn’t hear me over the loud music, she smiled and got my meaning, tapping our plastic cups together and downing the rest of her glass. “I’ll get us another!” she said, leaving me to finish mine in the short span it took for her to get back with more.

I drank mine back quick, maybe too quick, but I figured anything that sweet couldn’t get me drunk very fast. Besides, I was scared out of my wits about what was going to happen, so I might as well be a bit tipsy. I hadn’t gotten drunk since I got into college, after all, and I was dying for a bit of a buzz.

I took the second drink, sipping it a bit slower as my eyes moved around the party. There were people everywhere, all of them gorgeous. The frat was filled with jocks, and letterman jackets were everywhere, though some were starting to strip out of them as the temperature started growing warmer with all the dancing bodies.

My hopefully-soon-to-be-sorority sisters were everywhere. It was a mixer, a bonding between the frat and sorority, and we were apparently real close with this one so I was warned to make a good impression for my sake.

Out of the crowds one guy in particular seemed to take an interest in me. And I’d be lying if I said the same wasn’t true. First and foremost just because out of all of the guys, this one stood out the most for his sheer size! I took him in as he moved through the crowds to get to me.

He had to be six and a half feet tall if he was a foot! And he had broad shoulders with a ripped physique, that was easy to see since unlike most of the other fellas he only had on a tight white V-neck shirt. He held in his hand a large mug of beer it seemed, and he smiled down at me, his broad-jawed face so handsome beneath his tied back black hair.

“You’re lookin’ far too good to be in such a den of wolves,” he said, his voice so rich and deep it carried over the loud din of the music.

I giggled nervously, licking over my lips and tasting the remnants of the wine.

“I guess,” I said, smoothing out my pink halter dress over my stomach. I had worried I looked too chaste, so his words were reassuring.

“You, uh, one of the frat brothers here?”

He leaned against the support beam beside me, drinking some of his beer as he looked me over so casually.

“Oh yeah,” he said so simply, running his free hand back over his dark, glossy black hair. “A third year, so I’ve been around the block a few times, unlike this pristine little lily before me,” he remarked so casually, smiling handsomely at me. “How you findin’ it so far? Not overwhelming you, is it?”

Lying didn’t come easy to me, but I forced a smile to my face and shook my head.