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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are
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- The Girls Of Delta Theta Phi -
Part One
by Ann Douglas
Cynthia Carter paced impatiently back and
forth along the train platform as she waited for the
7:10 from New York City to arrive. The station
manager had made some sort of announcement
about a small track fire causing a minor delay, but
Cynthia really hadn’t paid it too much attention.
All she knew that the longer it took Courtney to
arrive, the less time they would have to spend
together over the weekend.
Running her fingers through her short
graying blonde hair, the 62 year old newspaper
publisher looked down the long empty length of
track for the fourteenth time. A quick glance at
her watch told her that the train was now 40
minutes late.
The importance Cynthia attached to her
daughter’s visit was reflected in her mode of
dress. Normally, Cynthia spent her days in casual
shorts and light blouses in the summer and sweat
suits in the colder months. If she really had to,
she would wear a business jacket and slacks for a
meeting. She had long ago stopped caring how
she looked to other people. Friends who passed
her on the train platform were surprised to see her
in a rather attractive blue dress, a garment that
greatly illustrated her still considerable charms.
Most people were surprised when Cynthia
mentioned her age because she looked at least a
decade younger. Standing 5’ 8”, her weight had
fluctuated between 160 and 170 lbs most of her
adult life. Spread rather evenly over her frame,
most of the weight seemed centered in her large
38DD bust. She was still a formidable enough
presence to turn the heads of men thirty years her
junior.
“Station manager says the train just left
Bluefield.” said a young man who walked up
behind Cynthia. “Should be here in another 10
minutes.”
“Thank you, ” Cynthia said to the
teenager as she again looked down the track. “But
I’ll believe that when I se it pulling in.”
Sure enough, it was closer to twenty
minutes before the silver and white train pulled
into the station. Starting at the front of the train,
Cynthia worked her way through the crowd
looking for Courtney. The train had been packed,
the earlier two scheduled runs having been
canceled. After a fruitless effort that resulted in
getting no further back that the second car,
Cynthia decided to just wait by the ticket office
and let her daughter find her instead.
The crowds quickly dissipated and it
wasn’t long before the blue clad woman heard a
familiar voice calling out to her.
“Mother...over here!” the voice shouted.
Through a small group of commuters,
Cynthia could see a red figure waving her hand to
get her attention. A broad smile on her face, she
briskly walked over to her, unwilling to simply
stand and wait.
Before Courtney could say a word, her
mother had embraced her in a bear hug and
planted a kiss on her cheek. While it was in reality
only about five weeks since they’d seen each
other, it had felt like months to Cynthia.
“Let me look at you.” Cynthia said as she
broke the hug and stepped back.
Courtney was wearing a rather expensive
red business jacket with matching skirt. Her long
blonde hair was tied up in a weave and she wore
only a hint of makeup, just matching lipstick and a
hint of powder. Unlike her mother, she felt the
image she projected was everything. Yet then
again, Courtney was just starting out in the world
of business. It was hard enough getting some
men to take you seriously without having them
look at you without seeing just a potential
bedmate.
Their third child, Courtney had been born
rather late in Cynthia’s life. The news that she
was pregnant again at 40 had sent a shock wave
through her life. Since she and her husband
owned and operated their own business, it wasn’t
that hard to make the transition to working
mother. Yet by the time Courtney turned six and
started school, their small office supply company
had grown so successful that she decided to give
it up and concentrate full time on being a mother.
Today, 22 years later, the firm was three times the
size it’d been at the time of Courtney’s birth.
Although she was still a full partner in the
family business, Cynthia had decided against going
back when Courtney had left home for college.
Instead, she’d bought into a small local paper and
eventually became it’s co-publisher. It was
something she could call her very own.
“Is Daddy with you?” Courtney asked as
she looked around into the crowd.
“I’m afraid that he’s not home this
weekend.” the older woman said, her voice just a
little reluctant. “He flew up to Boston yesterday
to make a presentation to some new clients about
out new software line. He thinks it’ll bring a lot
of new business to the company.”
“I kind of expected he’d come up with
some kind of excuse not to be here.” Courtney
said, her tone revealing that she didn’t believe a
word of her mother’s excuse. “He usually does
when I come home.”
Cynthia wanted to say something to refute
her accusation against her father, but the words
wouldn’t come. The reason being that what she
said was true. The only time father and daughter
had seen each other over the last two years had
been at large family functions. He hadn’t even
attended her graduation.
“Your father does love you, dear.”
Cynthia said. “He just has a hard time accepting
things as they are.”
“Well he’s going to have to accept it
eventually.” Courtney said. “No one’s going to
say a magic word and change me into what he
expected me to be.”
Cynthia’s smile hid the fact that she too
originally had a hard time accepting her daughter’s
lifestyle. She still remembered the day, back in
her junior year of college, when her precious baby
girl had announced to friends and family that she
was a lesbian. Unlike her husband, she quickly
came to grips with the idea, realizing that however
and with whoever she lived her life, she was still
her daughter. And no matter what, she loved her
and only wanted her to be happy.
“It’s getting late.” Cynthia said, changing
the subject. “I originally thought we’d go out to
dinner, but with all the delays, maybe we should
just head home.”
“That’d be fine with me, I am a little
tired.” Courtney said as she turned and looked
over her shoulder. “Er...mom, there’s something I
neglected to mention to you when we talked last
night...”
With that, a tall black woman stepped up
to Courtney. The look of recognition on her face
told Cynthia that they knew each other.
“I finally found my beeper.” The woman
said. “It fell through the seats.”
“Mom, this is Nicole. She’s a friend of
mine, I invited her up for the weekend. I hope
you don’t mind.”
Cynthia looked at the brown skinned
woman. She was at least ten years older than her
daughter with short curly black hair. A little taller
than both Courtney and herself, she had a lean,
lithe form. Soft red lips framed a flawless smile.
Small compact breasts pressed against a yellow
blouse and long smooth legs stretched out from
beneath blue shorts.
“Why of course not,” Cynthia said, hiding
her disappointment that they wouldn’t be spending
the weekend alone. “You’re friends are always
welcome.”
“Great.” the blonde woman beamed. “I
told Nicole it would be OK. I promise her a
chance to get out of the city to unwind.”
Nicole reached up and removed a pair of
dark sunglasses, revealing a pair of sparkling blue
eyes. They quickly eclipsed her engaging smile as
her most striking feature.
During the drive back to her house,
Cynthia learned a little more about her house
guest. Nicole had lived in Manhattan most of her
life and was a successful attorney. Courtney had
met her a few months back and had developed a
friendship while shopping for a birthday present
for Cynthia. At the time, Cynthia had been
surprised by the gift. Courtney really had no
interest in art and such, yet the painting had been
an excellent choice. The woman was friendly and
quite intelligent. By the time they pulled into the
driveway, she found herself liking Nicole.
“Welcome home Courtney.” said the
brown haired man who greeted the trio as they
exited the car.
“Thank you, Edward.” Courtney said,
returning his smile. “It’s good to be home.”
Edward Graham was 20 years old and a
student at the local college. In return for room,
board and a small salary, he served as a sort of
jack of all trades around the house. If it was
broken, he fixed it. If it was dirty, he cleaned it.
In the three years he had been living there, he had
become almost a member of the family.
“Ed, this is my friend, Nicole.” Courtney
said as she turned her attention to the caramel
skinned woman behind her. “She’ll be staying for
the weekend.”
“Nice to meet you.” Edward said
cheerfully as he took a good look at her. “I’ll get
the bags.” he added as he headed for the truck.
“Thanks,” Cynthia said. “I made up
Courtney’s room this morning and we’ll put
Nicole in ......”
Cynthia paused for a moment. Not for the
first time in the last hour she considered the idea
that Nicole and Courtney might be more than just
friends. Did her daughter expect them to share a
room?
“Put Nicole in the guest room.” Courtney
interjected, much to Cynthia’s relief. “You’ll love
it.” she said to her friend. “It has the most
beautiful view of the garden.”
“I’m sure it’s beautiful.” Nicole replied.
The suggestion surprised Cynthia. The
guest bedroom was on the other side of the house
from Courtney’s room. She guessed that
answered her question of just how much of close
friends the two women were.
“Well you two get settled in and I’ll see
about getting us some dinner.” Cynthia said as
she headed into the house.
Dinner was simple was enjoyable.
Afterwards, the three women sat around the
kitchen table and chatted.
“Its nice to hear that you’re doing so well
at the firm.” Cynthia said as she sipped her tea.
“And I’m sure your father will be happy to know
that all that money he spent for Sara Douglas
didn’t go to waste.”
Courtney’s ever-present smile faded for a
moment at the mention of her father and his
content reminders of how much her education had
cost. Then just as quickly it came back. Quickly
she changed the subject.
“Speaking of college, you and Nicole have
something in common.” she said.
“What would that be?” Cynthia asked as
she turned and looked at Nicole.
“Nicole’s a Theta Phi too.” her daughter
beamed.
“Really?”
“Class of ‘84.” Nicole offered.
“Class of ‘54.” Cynthia chimed in.
“I guess that makes me the baby of the
bunch.” Courtney laughed. “Class of ‘94.”
All three women laughed.
“Class of ‘54,” Nicole repeated. “That
means you were a pledge in 1950.”
“Why yes,” Cynthia said a little hesitantly.
“Why do you ask?”
“You were there during the big scandal at
Delta Theta Phi.” Nicole said excitedly. “I can’t
believe it, I never thought I’d get to hear what
really happened from someone that was really
there. Someone who really knew Jennifer Hallis”
“What scandal?” Courtney asked, her
questioning tone making it evident that she had no
idea what her friend was talking about. “Who was
Jennifer Hallis?”
“None of the sisters ever told you?”
Nicole asked. “I can’t believe it. It’s part of the
legend of Delta Theta Phi.”
“Well lets here it now.” Courtney gushed.
Nicole looked to Cynthia for a moment,
then took her silence for assent.
“Well Jennifer Hallis, first of all, was Class
of ‘50. She was also President of the Sisterhood,
or Queen might have been a better term.”
“Queen?”
“Yes, from what I understand, she ran the
sorority like her own personal kingdom. Including
having ladies in waiting.”
“So what was the big deal?” Courtney
interrupted.
“I’m getting to that.” Nicole continued.
“What set Theta Phi apart from all the other
houses on campus was that almost every sister
was expected to be available to Jennifer for sex
whenever she wanted. In fact, you couldn’t
become a sister unless you slept with her first.”
“You’re kidding.” Courtney said.
“It’s true.” replied Nicole. “In fact, it got
so that all the pledges had to spend their first
years as wives to the senior class. Not to mention
the monthly orgies.”
“That’s incredible.” the youngest woman
called out. “What happened, how did anyone find
out.”
“In the pledge class of ‘50 there was a girl
named Susan Davis. Evidently, she found the idea
of lesbian sex sick to say the least. She wasn’t the
first pledge to back out of the sorority when they
found out what they were into, but Susan believed
that she had a moral obligation to stop what she
believed were vile and disgusting acts. She went
right to the Board of Regents and the night of
their next all-girl party they were raided.”
“What happened then?” Courtney asked,
now totally absorbed in the story.
“Jennifer was expelled on the spot, so
where a good many of the other girls. Then the
Board tried to hush the whole thing up. They
spread the story that the girls were expelled
because of their involvement in a cheating scandal.
That was 1950 remember, lesbian was still a dirty
word. The school had their image to worry about.
How many of those upper class families that sent
their precious daughters to Sara Douglas would
still do so if they thought they would be exposed
to such ideas.”
“That’s an incredible story.” Courtney
said, taking it all in. Then a look of disbelief filled
her face when she realized that her mother was
actually there - and a member of that pledge
class.”
She turned to her mother and opened her
mouth to speak, but before she could say a word,
Cynthia cut her off.
“Before you let your imagination get out
of control, let me say something.” Cynthia began.
“Even though I was a freshman in 1950, I didn’t
pledge Delta Theta Phi until the second term. So
I’m afraid all of that happened before I was even a
sister.”
“I didn’t think they pledged during the
second term.” Nicole asked a little suspiciously.
“Normally they didn’t,” Cynthia replied.
“but with all the girls expelled, they needed new
members to keep their charter.”
“That makes sense.” Nicole replied. “I
hope I didn’t offend you.”
“Not at all,” Cynthia said. “In fact, that’s
the first time I actually heard the story. I was
there at the school at the time and until now
believed the ‘cheating’ story.”
“It’s still an incredible story.” Courtney
repeated. “but I’ve been up since 4:30 and I think
I’m going to turn in.”
“That sounds like a good idea.” Nicole
agreed.
“You too go ahead, I’ve a little work to
finish before I call it a night.”
A little work turned out to be a major
understatement and it was well after midnight by
the time Cynthia started up the stairs to bed. It
had been a very long day but a happy one never
the less. Any time Courtney came to visit, all her
worries seemed to disappear. It brought back
memories of a far simpler time.
Passing Nicole’s room, Cynthia was
careful not to make any noise as not to wake their
guest. Hopefully, Edward had removed all of her
husband’s clothes from the room before settling
Nicole in. The fact that she and her husband slept
in separate rooms wasn’t something she really
wanted to advertise - not even to her own
daughter.
Truth be told, it had been many years since
they had slept together as man and wife. Most
nights, Steven slept elsewhere. Elsewhere
currently being the apartment of his 29 year old
girlfriend. The only reason they hadn’t divorced
was that Steven kept saying it would be bad for
the companies image. One of these days she
might find a reason to push for the divorce, but
for now she was content to let things sat as they
were.
Stopping again at the door to Courtney’s
room, Cynthia decided to check in on her
daughter. It was a silly thing really, after all
Courtney wasn’t six years old anymore. But it did
make her feel better.
Silently she turned the doorknob and eased
the door open. Cynthia took a small step inward
before stopping in her tracks. Instead of the
serene image she expected, she found instead one
out of her most erotic dreams.
It had been many years since the last time
Cynthia had seen her daughter naked so it was a
shock to see how much her body had developed.
The small breasts that she had last seen the day
she’d first taken Courtney shopping for her first
training bra had blossomed into a magnificent set
of 34C’s. The rest of her young body was just as
impressive, showing that she had viewed the
development of her body as seriously as that of
her mind.
It wasn’t so much the development of her
daughter’s body that caused Cynthia to step back
as it was it’s position. Standing against the large
backboard of the queen sized bed was Nicole, as
naked as her daughter. Beneath the brown hued
woman’s outstretched legs was Courtney, her
mouth pressed firmly against her hairy cunt.
It was one thing to know that her daughter
preferred women sexually, it was quite another to
actually see it. Cynthia was transfixed, unable to
tear her eyes away from the spectacle. It was a
long five minutes before the fear of discovery gave
the older woman the strength to pull herself away.
Closing the door behind her, Cynthia let
out a long loud sigh. To her surprise, she’d found
the sight of her daughter engaged in lesbian lust to
be the most exciting thing she’d seen in a good
long time. Her heart was racing, her breath
shallow and most incredible, the mound between
her legs was moist.
Crawling into the warm comfort of her
bed, Cynthia knew she would get little sleep that
night.
It was a warm summer morning and
Cynthia decided to have breakfast out by the pool.
It wasn’t long before Courtney joined her. She
explained that Nicole needed to make a few phone
calls to make and would join them as soon as she
could.
“Did you sleep well, dear?” Cynthia
asked.
“Like a baby.” Courtney smiled.
Their breakfast conversation covered a
few topics until finally it turned to Nicole.
“Your friend Nicole seems like a really
nice person.” Cynthia said. “Have you known
her long?”
“Not long really, only a few months.”
Courtney answered as she nibbled a piece of toast.
“I met her at a fund raising party the alumni
association threw. She’s an attorney, in fact she’s
just made partner at her firm. I was admiring a
painting at the hotel where they had the fund
raiser and she happened to mention that she’d
seen one just like it at a friend’s art gallery. I said
I’d love to be able to pick out something like that
for your birthday but knew next to nothing about
art. Next thing I knew she had offered to help me
pick something out.”
“I guessed that much.” Cynthia said.
“That painting seemed a little out of your league.
“But there’s something I want to ask you, but I’m
not sure how exactly to put it.”
“Well straight out always seemed to work
for me.” Courtney suggested.
“How well I know that.” came her
mother’s response. “But it’s still hard for me to
just come out and say something.”
“Give it a try mom.”
“I was wondering, I mean I’d like to ask
you just how close you and Nicole actually are?”
Cynthia finally blurted out.
“You mean are we lovers or anything like
that?” Courtney casually replied.
“Well yes.”
“Are we lovers, well not really.” her
daughter continued in that same casual tone.
“Have we slept together on occasion...yes we
have.”
“I don’t understand.” Cynthia said.
“I guess you could just say we’re close
friends who on occasion have sex. There are a
number of women who I sleep with. Some I have
very strong feelings for. In other cases its just
recreational. Bottom line is that at this point in
my life I’m too involved in work to even seriously
thing about settling down with anyone.”
“I’m still not sure I really understand it,
but I’ll settle for the fact that you do seem to be
happy.” replied Cynthia.
“That’s all I ask.” her daughter grinned.
“Excuse me, but there’s a phone call for
Courtney.” said Edward as he walked up to the
small table, portable phone in hand. “Some guy
named Rogers, says he’s your boss.”
“I’ll just be a minute, Mom.” the blonde
haired girl said as she took the phone and walked
a few feet away to take the call in private.
While Courtney chatted just out of
earshot, Cynthia found herself staring at Edward.
The little exhibition last night had left her feeling
very horny, a sensation she hadn’t felt in some
time. Not even a pleasing masturbation session
last night and again this morning had helped to
satisfy her urge.
Watching the tall well built young man
play with his silver rimmed glasses, Cynthia was
reminded of a night not so long ago. The hockey
team that Edward played on had just won the
local championship and the two of them had stood
up late into the night celebrating. Edward,
because hockey was one of the most important
things in his life, and Cynthia because she just
needed to have a little fun.
After a few bottles of very expensive wine
which Cynthia had liberated from her husband’s
prized collection, Edward began to look very
good to her. She had been sorely tempted to try
and entice him into her bed, a bed her husband had
so long ago vacated. Finally common sense had
prevailed and she realized that a one night stand
wasn’t worth upsetting the apple cart. Still, if
he’d been just some young man she’d met.
“Good morning.” Nicole said as she
walked up to the table. “I hope I haven’t kept
anyone waiting.”
“No, of course not.” Cynthia said,
dismissing her idle fantasy from her mind. “Please
have a seat.”
It was hard for Cynthia not to sneak looks
at Nicole as she ate. The image of her naked form
being serviced by her daughter was still too fresh
in her mind.
An unhappy look covered Courtney’s face
as she returned from her telephone call. Whatever
it had been about, it wasn’t good news.
“Trouble honey?” Cynthia asked as she
rose from the table.
“I’m afraid so.” came her reply. “I’m
going to have to cut the weekend short, they need
me back in Manhattan right away.”
“That’s terrible.” Cynthia commented.
“I’ll go and pack.” Nicole said.
“Oh no, there’s no reason for you to have
your weekend ruined too.” Courtney said. “Why
don’t you stay here and enjoyed it. I did promise
you a few days in the country.”
Nicole waited before answering, her line of
sight shifting from Courtney to Cynthia.
“Isn’t OK isn’t it, Mom.” Courtney asked
as she followed Nicole’s gaze.
“Of course it is.” Cynthia said, unsure
what else she could say.
“Great.” Courtney said. “Edward’s going
into town anyway so he’ll give me a ride to the
train. If I hurry, I can catch the 10:30 to Penn
Station.”
Cynthia was disappointed that her
daughter’s visit was going to be cut short, but she
understood all too well how important Courtney’s
job was to her. Hugs and kisses were quickly
exchanged, as well as the promise to get together
again as soon as possible.
Once Courtney and Edward had left,
Cynthia quickly completed some paper work she
had brought home for the weekend. She had only
brought a small amount home with her, assuming
that she was going to need a lot of free time to
spend with her daughter. She considered calling
the office and having one of the staff run some
more out to her, then decided against it. She took
so little time off these days, she deserved a little
play time.
It wasn’t until late afternoon that she even
saw Nicole again. Her houseguest seemed to be
as much a workaholic as she was, spending a
good part of the day on her cellular phone. True,
laying on a lawn chair in the garden was a lot
better than being locked up in an airtight office.
Well, Cynthia thought, I guess you don’t get to be
partner in a prestigious law firm at 32 by taking it
easy.
After lunch, Cynthia decided to spend
some time in the pool out back. It was one of her
favorite places to relax. Her husband had really
gone through the roof the year she had workman
construct a removable cover over the pool so it
could be heated and used in the winter. Still, half
the profits from the company were hers to use as
she wished. After all, she had never complained
about his numerous excursions around the country
- or the various “assistants” who accompanied
him.
“That looks inviting.” Nicole said as she
walked up to the edge of the pool where Cynthia
was just relaxing after finishing her laps.
The tall cinnamon hued lawyer had
changed into a simple, comfortable white T-shirt
and blue shorts. Even in that plain attire, she
looked like she a model out of town and country.
“You’re welcome to join me.” Cynthia
said as she smiled up at the older woman.
“There’s extra suits in the poolhouse, I’m sure
you’ll be able to find something that’ll fit you.”
“Oh I never bother with a suit.” Nicole
quipped as she grabbed the bottom edges of her
shirt and pulled it up and over her head. Her
braless breasts bounced free in the air, giving
Cynthia a close up view of the round orbs she had
only seen at a distance the night before. The blue
shorts quickly followed, adding her dark curly
haired bush to the list of Nicole’s attractions.
Cynthia had only a brief instant to recall
the image of her daughter’s tongue buried up
within that mound. With a powerful leap into the
air, the now nude muscular young woman dived
into the deeper end of the pool.
She dropped all the way to the bottom
before pushing herself back up. She broke the
surface with a large splash, before flipping over
and traversing the length of the pool with a series
of textbook strokes. Executing a flawless flip at
the far end of the pool, Nicole recrossed the
length of the pool and moved up to where Cynthia
was just drifting lazily.
“The water feels wonderful.” Nicole
beamed as she pulled herself up alongside Cynthia.
“If I had one of these, I’d never be out of shape.”
“You’re not exactly out of shape.”
Cynthia laughed.
“Compared to when I was in college I
am.” Nicole replied. “I can never seem to find
the time to get to the gym anymore.”
“I imagine you must keep busy.” Cynthia
noted.
It was at that moment that the younger
woman noticed that Cynthia was staring at her
naked breasts. The droplet covered mounds were
only a foot away from her now.
“Does this bother you?” Nicole asked.
“My not wearing a suit I mean.”
“No, not at all.” Cynthia answered. “If
you feel more comfortable that way, who am I to
say no.”
“It really is a lot more comfortable than
wearing a confining suit.” Nicole commented.
“You should try it.”
“When I was young, we used to go to a
place down in the islands where we’d go skinny
dipping.” Cynthia said as she leisurely splashed
her legs in the water. “I remember it as being a lot
of fun. Once you got used to all the naked
bodies.” she laughingly added.
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