College Initiations

In Chapter 2, Becky encourages Alice to pledge to the sex-positive Phi-Upsilon-Kappa sorority and to confront Casper about his dependency on her manual charity. Becky proposes a scheme to help both Alice and Casper move forward.

Chapter 2 – Becky in the Bistro

Alice spotted Becky’s red hair from across the campus bistro. She clutched her purse tighter and made her way through the maze of tables, sliding into the chair opposite.

“So,” Becky leaned forward. “Spring rush is coming up. Thought about which sorority you’re joining?”

“I haven’t given it much thought, to be honest. Between classes and, well, everything else…”

“You mean babysitting Casper’s penis?” Becky arched an eyebrow.

“Becky! People can hear you.”

“Nobody’s listening,” Becky dismissed with a wave. “Besides, half the campus knows what Casper’s penis looks like anyway. That’s partly why I wanted to talk to you.”

“About Casper’s… thing?”

“No, dummy. About sororities. I’m recruitment chair for Phi-Upsilon-Kappa this year. And I want you to pledge.”

Alice’s eyes widened. “Phi-U-K? Really? But I thought… I mean, I heard things about … about ….”

“About what? The FUK Girls? The girls who list blowjob skills on their LinkedIn profile?”

Alice’s cheeks flushed pink. “I wasn’t gonna put it quite that way.”

“Listen to me, Alice Montgomery.” Becky’s voice dropped to a serious tone. “Phi-Upsilon-Kappa is about self-determination and sexual confidence. We don’t pressure anyone to do anything they don’t want to do.”

“But I’ve heard stories…”

“Stories! Probably fantasies from guys who didn’t get laid, or lies by girls who couldn’t get in. Yes, we’re sex-positive. Yes, some of our sisters are very sexually active. But that’s their choice. The whole point is that each woman decides for herself. Some of our most respected sisters are virgins.”

“I don’t know, Becky. It just seems like I wouldn’t fit in.”

Becky reached across and touched Alice’s hand. “We need girls like you. Girls with strong principles. An example to show other girls they can say no. You’re thoughtful. You have clear boundaries. You’d be a leader.”

Alice blushed. “I’ll think about it.”

“Good. That’s all I’m asking.” Becky sipped her coffee. “So. You still seeing CasperBator?”

Alice winced. “Don’t call him that, it’s mean. And yes, we’re still… hanging out, and … doing things.”

“‘Doing things?’ — You Southern girls are so adorable! What are you, twelve? Can’t you say ‘jerk-off’ like a big girl?”

“Can we please not talk so loud?”

“So, is he like your boyfriend now?”

“Not exactly a boyfriend. More of a friend-zone thing. He’s … sweet and funny. But … if I had a boyfriend, I would want someone more … manly.”

“No duh! So how do you do it? Hands only? Do you suck him off?”

Alice grimaced. “Ugh NO! That’s sooooo DISGUSTING!”

“It’s an acquired taste.”

“I just use one hand. Usually while I’m studyin’. It’s no bother, really. Sometimes I barely even look at him. Just keep my hand movin’ while I read or whatever. He seems to like that, actually. Being treated like his… thing… is just some object I’m fidgeting with.”

Becky paused, thoughtful. “Interesting… How often do you jerk him off? I bet you’re spoiling the boy!”

“Sometimes I do worry that I’m doin’ him too much. I mean, I heard it can ruin boys. They say if it gets to be a habit, then boys can’t … you know, do it the right way with girls.”

“Yeah, that’s a real thing. He’ll get so conditioned to your hand he won’t know what to do with a real pussy. Stuck in a perpetual loop. At this rate, Casper is becoming a permanent masturbator.”

“But when I don’t help him out, he gets all pouty and desperate. The funny thing is no matter how much I do him, he’s always pushin’ for something else. You know what I mean.”

“You mean he wants to fuck you.”

“That’s what he says,” Alice frowned.”He keeps asking for sex. Like, all the time. I can tell he really likes my hand. I just don’t understand why it’s not enough. I mean, he gets to… finish. What more does he want? I keep telling him I won’t go all the way, but…” She trailed off, staring into her coffee.

“It’s not about the orgasm. It’s a guy thing: control and validation. You’re a hand-job diva, but he’s got to get his dick in your pussy to score. He wants to prove he’s man enough to make you break your precious vow. Does he try the guilt trip about how he can’t get laid?”

“Sort of. He says I’m keeping him a virgin, like it’s my fault.” Alice frowned. “And he’s always complaining about that video. How it ruined his life. How no other girls will date him. They even made a Twitter account. ‘Casper’s Right Hand.'”

“I know. I follow it.” Becky didn’t bother hiding her smirk. “Pretty creative, actually. You can hardly tell it’s AI-generated.”

“It’s not funny, Becky. He’s miserable. And I do feel kinda responsible, since you took that video for me.”

Becky’s expression softened, a rare moment of genuine remorse crossing her face. “I am sorry about that, Alice. I never meant for it to go public. It was a stupid mistake.”

“I know.”

They were silent for a moment.

“Becky, you think Casper’s becoming a… masturbation addict? Because of me?”

“Babe, he’s already there. Think about it. He can’t actually get laid, so he’s completely fixated on your handjobs. You’re being nice, but it’s enabling him by making it so… convenient. He’s developing a warped sexuality. Imagine if some girl actually wanted to fuck him – he’d probably just lie there expecting her to jerk him off while she reads a textbook.”

“But what am I supposed to do? Just cut him off cold?”

Becky shook her head. “No, you need to confront him about his addiction. Call him out, Alice. Hard truths. Make him acknowledge what he is. Do it while you’re jerking him so it drives home.”

“What do you mean?” uncomfortable with where this was heading.

“I mean look him in the eye and say, ‘Casper, you’re a chronic masturbator. Shame him. Make him say it out loud. Make him own it.”

Alice recoiled slightly. “That seems so… cruel.”

“Cruel to be kind. He’ll never grow up if you keep babying him and his penis. The danger is he’ll just get off to it. I think humiliation arouses the boy.”

“I don’t know if I can do that.”

“You have to be strong, Alice. Direct. It’s like an intervention.”

“Maybe there’s something to that,” Alice said, surprising herself. There was something strangely appealing about the scenario Becky described—Casper vulnerable and exposed, looking up at her with those desperate eyes, forced to admit what he was. A warm flush spread across her chest.

“You like that idea, don’t you, girl? I can see it in your eyes.”

Alice shifted in her seat, uncomfortable with the warmth building between her legs. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,”

“Sure. Sure. We’ll let that go for now. So, be honest with me. Are you ready to move on from Casper? Start dating real men who might actually satisfy you someday?”

“I’ve been thinkin’ about that. I feel like I’m ready to grow, explore more of what college has to offer. But… I feel so sorry for Casper. He’s like this wounded puppy.”

Becky’s lips curled into a sly smile. “What if I told you I know how to solve both needs at once? Get you free to explore new possibilities while also helping CasperBator get dates with girls who will actually fuck his brains out? Here’s what I’m thinking.”

Alice’s eyes widened, torn between excitement and apprehension as she heard exactly what Becky had in mind. Maybe this was the solution. Or maybe it was just another one of Becky’s schemes that would end in disaster. Either way, she couldn’t deny being intrigued.

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