This story contains sexual situations between teenagers, and a
strong female domination theme. If these items offend you, or if
someone has determined that this material is not suitable for
you, then do not read this story.
Eileen-one
Copyright 1998
by Mule
Chapter 1
When my friend Burt told me about the rumor he heard, I didn't
want to believe him; but after a while, I just had to find out if
it was true. What 16 year old could pass up an opportunity for
sex? I decided to make my move that night at the dance.
Eileen O'Connell was only a freshman, and two years younger than
me. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a wholesome,
innocent look with her flaming red hair, green eyes and freckles
that danced when she crinkled her nose or smiled. She wasn't
obese either, but she had a chubbiness that indicated the last
vestiges of baby fat.
I spotted her standing there with some of her girlfriends. I
recognized some of them as being members of the alleged
"Sorority" of which Burt heard rumors. Each girl wore a pink
scarf as a symbol of her membership, but other than that, these
girls seemed to have nothing in common. They ranged in age from
13 to 18, included a cheerleader, a bookworm, a black girl, a
member of the track team, and just about every other description
of girl. Their only bond, word had it, was the secrets they
shared in the sisterhood. The word also had it that one of these
secrets was sex! I had to find out more, and since Eileen was in
the same French class as me, I felt most comfortable with her.
I waited for a fast number, and I asked her to dance. She looked
at her friends and apparently got some subliminal sign from them
before accepting my offer. I danced a few times before I got the
courage to ask her what I wanted to say. I didn't want to shout
at her, so I had to ask her to dance a slow dance.
She had no problem snuggling up to me. We must have looked quite
the couple -- I was nearly a foot taller than her. Yet, she
seemed to lean into my crotch in just the right way. This, and
the thought of the questions I wanted to ask her, gave me a
hard-on. I had no doubt she noticed it as she gave it a bump with
her leg, looked me right in the eye and smiled.
It was the moment of truth. I broke her gaze and stammered, "Err,
Eileen, I've been hearing things about you and your girlfriends".
She decided to let me sweat it out.
She pulled back, and looked at me again, as much as to say, "What
kind of things?"
I had to fumble my way through this. "Is it true that you do
things with boys?"
This time she did responded, "What kind of things?"
"You know," I continued.
"I do know," she said, "but I want to hear you say it."
By this time, the blood was rushing in my ears, and I could feel
my face grow flush. "Well there are things," I tried to muster,
"that make boys, you know, feel good."
"Tell me what kinds of things make you fell good." She said.
"Well, there are sex things." I gulped.
"Oh," she said confidently, "you want to get it off. You want me
and my friends to make you feel good. You want us to make your
penis happy. Is that it?" she responded.
"Yes", was all I could squeak.
"I'll have to talk about it with the rest of the club", she said.
So it *was* true! "I'll let you know. Meanwhile, don't call us,
we'll call you." and she reached down, gave the bulge in my pants
a quick squeeze, and departed in mid-dance.
I could see her return to the safety of her girlfriends and speak
with them. I couldn't tell what they were saying, but, judging by
the glances in my direction, I was sure that they were talking
about me.
-=o=-
Nothing more happened that night. However, on the following
Monday, I found a note in my locker telling me that I was
"Invited to pledge to become an associate member of the sorority.
Sister Eileen will be your sponsor, and will escort you to your
first pledge session. Meet her outside her locker room at 2:45
today. Be prompt!" It was initialed "SM."
At precisely 2:45 I met Eileen as she asked. She was dressed
casually in a blouse, a skirt and sneakers, but still had her
obligatory pink scarf. Walking down the hall without so much as
even giving me a hello, she said, "Follow me, and listen. Don't
interrupt."
She was halfway down the hall, by the time I figured that she
wasn't going to wait for me. I jogged to catch up.
She remained silent until we were clear of the school grounds and
walking off towards one of the more affluent neighborhoods near
the school. At last she broke her silence, but still didn't make
eye contact. I just as well could have been her dog walking
beside her.. "The sisters and I have decided to give you a try to
join the club. As you know, we don't do anything with boys unless
they are in the club".
I unwisely interrupted, "What boys? Who's in the club?"
"All in due time", she responded harshly, "but now, shut up and
listen. I'm taking you to Susan Masters' house. She's the
mistress in charge of the sorority. I will do all the talking.
You are to say nothing unless I tell you can. Do you understand?"
I answered, "Yes, but why ... ."
She cut me off abruptly again. "No why! No nothing! You are to
answer questions, not ask them. Do you understand?"
"Yes", I said simply wondering where she learned how to be so
bitchy. Then I wondered if "bitchy" was the right word. Somehow
"commanding" seemed more fitting, and much more exciting.
"OK, good," she said more calmly. "What we are going to is an
interview. Enough of the mistresses will be there to make a
decision if we will let you pledge. It's important that you
understand the charter of our club. The club was founded for the
pleasure of the girls. Anything the boys get out of it is
secondary. You have to agree to that right up front, or it's 'bye bye Charlie'. Are you willing to give it a try".
"Yes", I said, remembering my place.