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Uncovering the Secret Lives of Sorority Sisters in San Antonio: A Tale of Desire and Deception During the drive to San Antonio, I was contemplating how my life had changed over the last year. I reviewed all of the turns in the road that had led to this moment. While the sorority sisters and their dates got their party started on the three limousine buses, I drove alone down the interstate alone and tried to figure out how the forces in the universe had aligned to put me in this position. Some parts of my life didn’t make sense. I was too young for a midlife crisis. I had a healthy sex life in my marriage, a loving and gorgeous wife, and a pretty good life. I had a good job at a Texas gulf coast university where the weather was almost always perfect. When I tried to come up with the moment that my normal life had become hyper-sexualized, it had to be during the inadvertent viewing of a lovely young Kristen Mitchell’s nipples as she napped on the floor outside my office. She was every young man’s dream if they dreamed of a blonde, athletic overachiever who had both a winning smile and a kind and considerate personality. And now she was smiling in one of the buses in front of me, seated in the lap of her date for the weekend. He was a nice young man from the swim team. He was long and lean with a bright future and I wouldn’t be surprised if he was hoping that this three day date would lead to something more. But the look in Kristen’s eyes when she introduced him to me before climbing on the bus told a different story. She and I had been casually involved for the last several months. Though our pre-affair agreement allowed her all the freedom she wanted to date or sleep with whomever she chose, she relied on me for her regular sexual release. She admitted she’d even given up using her vibrator in order to get even hornier for our infrequent liaisons. I didn’t expect her to give her date blue balls for three days, and I didn’t expect to see her in my room either. However I did expect to see Michelle Mason in my room later. If not that night, the following night after the formal. I wasn’t really sure what was expected of me for the first night. I also realized how nervous I was about the thought of being her first. …the next moment changed everything

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Uncovering the Secret Lives of Sorority Sisters in San Antonio: A Tale of Desire and Deception

During the drive to San Antonio, I was contemplating how my life had changed over the last year. I reviewed all of the turns in the road that had led to this moment. While the sorority sisters and their dates got their party started on the three limousine buses, I drove alone down the interstate alone and tried to figure out how the forces in the universe had aligned to put me in this position. Some parts of my life didn’t make sense. I was too young for a midlife crisis. I had a healthy sex life in my marriage, a loving and gorgeous wife, and a pretty good life. I had a good job at a Texas gulf coast university where the weather was almost always perfect. When I tried to come up with the moment that my normal life had become hyper-sexualized, it had to be during the inadvertent viewing of a lovely young Kristen Mitchell’s nipples as she napped on the floor outside my office. She was every young man’s dream if they dreamed of a blonde, athletic overachiever who had both a winning smile and a kind and considerate personality. And now she was smiling in one of the buses in front of me, seated in the lap of her date for the weekend. He was a nice young man from the swim team. He was long and lean with a bright future and I wouldn’t be surprised if he was hoping that this three day date would lead to something more. But the look in Kristen’s eyes when she introduced him to me before climbing on the bus told a different story. She and I had been casually involved for the last several months. Though our pre-affair agreement allowed her all the freedom she wanted to date or sleep with whomever she chose, she relied on me for her regular sexual release. She admitted she’d even given up using her vibrator in order to get even hornier for our infrequent liaisons. I didn’t expect her to give her date blue balls for three days, and I didn’t expect to see her in my room either.

However I did expect to see Michelle Mason in my room later. If not that night, the following night after the formal. I wasn’t really sure what was expected of me for the first night. I also realized how nervous I was about the thought of being her first. Michelle and Kristen are sorority sisters and Michelle has the additional ignominy of being the sorority’s lone virgin. Or the only one who will admit she is still one. Michelle played intercollegiate basketball and her team was playing in a holiday tournament in San Antonio that weekend. The sorority planned the formal around Michelle’s game schedule.

Our first stop as an entourage when we arrived in San Antonio was to check in at our hotel for the weekend. Then it was on to the Convocation Center at UTSA for the first round game. Michelle was the second Sigma Xi member that I became involved with. While we hadn’t done more than heavy petting and necking, this weekend was supposed to change all that. Michelle had decided that she was going to lose her virginity before going back to her family ranch for a short Christmas Break. By

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