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it started the same way, in the same place. I would find her back in the ABO living room, but in my imagination, we would have the place to ourselves. No other girls, no interruptions or pointless conversations about majors and stupid boys. Mostly, she was silent as she beckoned me across the room with her crooked index finger. The one night I’d driven myself crazy, wanting more than a fantasy, my imagination forced her to speak. She asked me my name, and even though her voice sounded exactly like mine, it was that one thing, her just wanting to know me, that keyed me up even more.
    I would walk to her, and every time, she would kiss me, deep and slow, letting her warm hands gently trail along my sides, up
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    my back, and if I was feeling secure in my squeaky dorm mattress, around to my breasts. She’d flick at my nipples, pinch them through thin layers of cotton until an almost shrill moan from me made her stop. I would tease my clit as I liked to do before my fingers moved to my opening. One of her hands would follow the same path, spreading my wetness around. Her other hand rested at the small of my back, holding me in place as she pulled her lips away from mine and kissed a hot, wet path down my neck.
    That was always the best moment, when I could squeeze my eyes shut and forget about all the sights and sounds and the stupidity of how and where we’d first laid eyes on each other and just feel what I was doing to myself, what she was doing to me.
    I’d draw it out as long as I could. I had to be reasonable for Amy’s sake, but I always made the best of the imaginary minutes Hazel Eyes and I spent together. Something simple would push me over the edge. A single intense stroke of her fingers against the inner walls of my pussy or one forceful downward thrust of her palm against my clit. Or like during the last time, the best time, the way she whispered my name tripped me up in my covert pleasure operation and had me coming in heavy, saturated pulses all around my fingers.
    I have no clue how I didn’t wake Amy up. I did moan out loud.
    My bed did creak and groan under the grinding of my hips into the shitty springs, but even if I’d come out of my hazel-eyed stupor and seen Amy sitting straight up in her bed, staring at me like the sicko I was, I still couldn’t get this girl out of my mind, and the fantasies I had about her wouldn’t let me keep my hand away from my crotch.
    And that was just back at the dorm. Out on campus, I started to become a little desperate.
    I wanted to see her. I wanted to know her, but short of stalking the ABO house twenty-four hours a day, I didn’t know how to find her. MU had a pretty big student body, so running into someone who lived off campus and didn’t share your major or anything resembling your schedule would have been a little much to expect.
    Asking Danni or Cleo about her was an option, but I felt foolish bringing her up, like a freshman asking a senior to prom.
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    reBekah WeatherspOOn
    I decided once they were through with their weeks of initiation, my pruned fingers and I would find her. If she shot me down, I could suffer the embarrassment of rejection without Danni or Cleo being involved. I just had to get through this silly week of rush.
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    On Friday morning, Danni told us to be in our room between four and seven p.m. to receive our invitations to initiation. I wanted to get ahead in my English reading, so I stayed in with Amy while she waited. By six o’clock, she’d already received three floral-covered envelopes, life-changing offers, sealed and delivered, but for some reason she didn’t seem all that excited.
    “What’s the problem?” I asked. “Three is pretty good.”
    “Yeah. I know. I was kinda hoping ABO would ask me and not
    ‘cause I’m so cute. I really like them,” she said.
    “You know, so do I.” I looked at the clock. “You want to go get some dinner?” It was almost seven, and these chicks all