Sisterhood

Hey everyone, here's Chapter 08 of Sisterhood 101. This series should be considered a direct sequel to Birthday Pool Party. However, it is my hope that it can also be read as a standalone work. Having already read Birthday Pool Party will greatly enhance the experience, but it shouldn't be required. I hope you enjoy! Comments and feedback are always appreciated! I read every single one. Also, please let me know if you spot any mistakes. I upload revisions all the time, and I will correct any errors that are pointed out to me. Just make sure to be specific so that I can find what you're talking about.

It is taking me a while to catch Sisterhood up with Love in the Balance. We're getting there, but I did jump back to that story for one chapter. My intention was to get this one out quickly before resuming Love in the balance. This one did take longer than I expected, but not by too much. The next release will most likely be a chapter of Love in the Balance.

I have a couple other ideas for side stories. Please let me know if you have any interest in exploring the supernatural with James and Autumn! I had another idea for a sequel to Alaska's Frozen Heart, but that one is set a bit in the future from where we currently are in the story. I remember when I was using dates that were a year away. Now I'm writing in the past. Life happens faster than stories!

Please note that this story is a work of fiction. I might use parody names for pop culture references: including songs, books, movies, and celebrities. However, they are not meant to accurately represent the real people or media. This is a fictional universe. As always, this is a world without STI's, and everyone involved in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old.

-Witty

WARNING: I write slice of life stories, but they touch on some serious topics. As a result, there's a lot to offer, but there's also things some might not like. This story contains elements of incest and it touches on sexual assault. If any of that is going to be a problem for you, you might want to consider a different story. Additionally, the women in this story tend to be very sex positive, if you're not interested in a woman being with anyone but one guy forever... why are you reading a group sex story?

~Kayla Thomson~

Wednesday September 10, 2025

I stifled a yawn with my arm as I sat in Public Speaking with Lexi, Marcia, and Ashley. The other three had Biology Lecture earlier, while I had a two-and-a-half hour long cheer practice. Being busy all the time was usually great. Some days, though, I just wanted a minute.

Lexi's notebook was already open, her elbows resting on it while she played a game on her phone. Ashley sat beside the redhead, turned halfway around in her chair to talk to someone behind her. Marcia was next to me, her bag neatly tucked under the desk like she had taken the time to line it up with the edge.

Leaning back slightly, I let my eyes drift across the room as people continued filtering in. Dan was sitting at a table off to the side with Tasha Hoang. Like always, Tasha was wearing baggy clothes and had her dark hair pulled back into a tight bun. It seemed like such an unlikely friendship, but they sat together every class. Like it wasn't even a question.

Professor Torres walked in with an eager smile and a friendly wave. "Good morning, good morning! I'm glad so many of you have stuck with me, despite the torture I put you through."

There was some polite laughter.

"Alright, let's get started," he continued, setting his bag down on the desk. "For today, I thought we'd try something different to keep you on your toes: impromptu speaking."

There was some muttering throughout the room while the professor just grinned at us.

"No preparation," Professor Torres continued. "No notes. I give you a prompt. You speak for one minute."

Lexi leaned over. "Not a good idea for me to speak without thinking."

"You do it every day," I scoffed quietly.

"Today's question is," the professor began dramatically, "What makes someone trustworthy?"

Jamie Torres paused to let that sink in.

"You'll be called at random," Professor Torres continued, pointing to someone. "Let's start with you, sir."

A guy near the front straightened in his seat, clearly caught off guard. Letting out a breath, he slowly got to his feet and started talking. He stumbled through an opening about honesty, eventually catching himself and mentioning people needing to prove they were honest. It wasn't bad for the first speech, but it was clear he wasn't great at being put on the spot.

"Next up; Tasha Hoang," Professor Torres said, pointing at the quiet girl. "Let's hear it!"

After a couple weeks of classes, I'd discovered the usually-quiet girl could be quite eloquent when speaking in front of a group. Tasha tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, eyes flicking down to the desk before she looked up again. She rested her hands on the desk as she started speaking with no hesitation or stammering.

"Someone is trustworthy when they don't make you feel like you have to prove something," Tasha declared confidently. "It isn't something you can properly quantify, but you can feel it. You can see that they're the same no matter who they're around. They don't pretend."

"Good," the professor nodded as Tasha sat down. "Simple. Clear. Honest. Let's hear what your friend thinks. You're up next, Mitchell."

Dan pushed his chair back and stood with no hesitation. "I think someone's trustworthy when you don't have to think about it. They just do what they say they're going to. Even if it's just something small. If they justify lying about small things, it gets easier to justify lying about the big ones."

"Concise," Professor Torres nodded.

I barely heard the next name called. I was too busy looking at Dan. His words were completely different than the Dan I knew in high school. He wasn't selfish or only thinking about himself and his wants. Stepping in to protect Kelsey, making female friends for the sake of friendship. I had thought he was shallow, but I had learned I didn't have him figured out at all.

"Next up, Miss..." the professor glanced over at our group, "Davis. You have the floor."

Lexi slowly stood, brushing her red hair back behind her ears. "Trust is complicated."

I nodded along. She was right. Lexi had trusted Keith and ended up in nightmare. I was curious what my Slut-sister was going to say; trust was something very important to her. For so long, she had no one.

"You meet someone nice and your first instinct is to trust them. It makes you human," Lexi took a breath. "How do you know they won't betray that trust? You see it in the way they treat others. Everyone is respectful to their employer, to authority. That's normal. You need to look at how they treat people they could take advantage of with no consequences. If they treat a server like an equal rather than a slave, if they know the janitor is at least as good of a person as the CEO. If not better."

Lexi paused again. "It's easy to be nice if you fear consequences. How you act when you know there will be none shows who you are."

"Interesting take," Professor Torres nodded. "I also want to take a moment to remind you all of what gives a speech like that power. No using terms like 'I think' or 'in my opinion.' Why? Those take away from your argument. Be assertive. Be confident. Like Miss Davis. That's more convincing."

I didn't look away from Lexi or Dan as the next name was called. Trust wasn't something you could measure. You just knew; or you didn't. I trusted Daddy, I trusted my Slut-sisters. I would always trust them with my life. I had trusted Ian and Stephanie, getting hurt in the process. In high school I would have said Dan wasn't trustworthy. Perhaps I didn't know trust as well as I thought.

~Daniel Mitchell~

Wednesday September 10, 2025

Chairs scraped while people talked over each other as they packed up and pushed toward the door like they were late for something. I took my time shoving my notebook in my bag before standing when the aisle cleared. Tasha stood beside me, hugging her notebook to her chest as if afraid someone would try to steal it.

"I liked your answer," I told her as we walked toward the door.

Tasha glanced at me, dimples appearing on her cheeks as she smiled. "Thank you. Yours was good, too."

"It always amazes me," I replied, walking beside her down the hallway. "You're usually so quiet, but you can be so in control and confident in front of a group."

"I've always found public speaking easier," Tasha shrugged. She was wearing her usual baggy clothes. "One-on-one is more personal. There's expectations that are different. It's intimidating."

"I intimidate you?" I asked her with a smirk.

"Not so much now," she giggled. "You're a big hero, so I know I'm safe with you."

"I'm not a hero," I insisted as we exited the building.

"You kind of are," Tasha argued. "Did you want to get lunch? Ashwood Pizza again?"

"Sure," I nodded, but then remembered the owner. Dominic Varela. "How about the Commons instead?"

"Okay, that's fine," she smiled.

The Commons at Redwood Plaza was a prime hangout spot. It was lunchtime, complete with long lines, disorganized crowds, and overlapping conversations. Tasha grabbed a quick salad and a bottle of water while I went with a few slices of pepperoni pizza and a soda.

It wasn't easy to find a table, forcing us to walk through the dining hall twice before we noticed a small group leaving. It was a side booth near the window, and we wasted no time claiming it. While I was most interested in my pizza, Tasha opened her notebook before she even sat all the way down.

"Already doing homework? It's lunch!" I chuckled, grabbing a slice of pizza.

"You did know the purpose of college is to learn, right?" she teased with a small smile.

"Now THAT is news to me," I gasped in feigned shock. "I thought it was to play football, party, and flirt with pretty girls."

"I don't do any of those things," Tasha giggled while opening her water.

"How about I get you a helmet and you show us all how it's done?" I offered.

"I'm good," she shook her head. "If I saw all those big guys running at me I'd just give them the ball. If they want it that bad they can have it."

"That's the opposite of the point of the game, unfortunately," I sighed theatrically.

"I know the rules," Tasha stuck out her tongue, seeming relaxed with me. "You're really good."

"And here I was thinking you actually did know football," I said. "You can't if you think I'm that great."

"No need to be so modest," she replied. "You were amazing the first game. I just wish I could have gone to the second."

"This week is a home game, so hopefully you can go to that one," I told her, noticing she was looking shy again.

"I'd like that," Tasha whispered, lowering her eyes to her notebook.

We fell silent as we started eating while multiple conversations went on all around us. Tasha was soon lost in her homework while I scrolled on my phone. Someone posted a few highlights from the game on social media, which distracted me for several minutes. I also got an interesting text and had a small conversation during lunch.

Scarlett: I'm okay. Thanks for checking on me.

Dan: Good. Glad to hear it.

Scarlett: I mean it.

Dan: That you're okay? I would hope so.

Scarlett: No. Well, yes. I was talking about my thank you.

Dan: Oh. You're welcome.

Scarlett: You're sweet for caring so much about some random slut you banged.

Dan: Hey, if you're a slut so am I.

Dan: It does take two to, you know... ;)

Scarlett: I know.

Scarlett: I've just been having a tough time lately. Thank you for caring.

Dan: I'm here if you need anything.

Dan: Even if I'm just some man-whore you banged. :P

Scarlett: Okay, that made me laugh. :) Well played, sir.

Dan: Then it was worth it. :)

Scarlett: Dan... you're sweet, but you don't want to get involved with me. Trust me.

Dan: You're an amazing woman, anyone would want to. But that's not what I'm doing.

Dan: I know we can't undo what we already did, but I'm happy to be a friend.

Scarlett: Really?

Dan: Absolutely. I'm around if you need anything.

Scarlett: Thank you.

Dan: You're welcome. :D

In the time it took to eat our meals, Tasha had somehow managed to write three pages. She even had tiny handwriting, making the accomplishment even more impressive. Unlike my terrible handwriting, hers was neat and easily legible, even from a distance.

"Hey," I said, getting her attention.

Tasha looked up at me. "Yeah?"

"You said you don't party," I reminded her. "Ever been to a pep rally?"

"No," she shook her head. "Why?"

"There's one Friday," I said. "You should go."

She leaned back slightly, crossing her arms. "Why would I do that?"

"Free entertainment?" I shrugged.

"That's your pitch," Tasha smirked.

"Hey, it's a good one," I reasoned.

"It's really not," she giggled.

"I guess you're not missing much," I admitted reluctantly. "You should still go."

"Why?" Tasha asked again.

"I'm going to go and could use the company," I replied honestly.

"Oh," she blushed, once more looking shy. "O-okay. I'll go."

"You changed your mind fast," I observed.

"It was nice of you to invite me," Tasha mumbled softly.

After a few more minutes of awkward conversation, Tasha closed her notebook and slid it into her bag. We disposed of our trash and headed out into the California sun. I hadn't really been looking forward to the pep rally, but that was changing. Tasha was a good friend. I was learning to be friends with a woman without always trying for more.

~Kayla Thomson~

Wednesday September 10, 2025

The Composition I classroom was filling up early when I arrived for my 1:30PM class. A few people were scattered around, some typing on laptops while others wrote in notebooks. Backpack on and purse over my shoulder, I caught up with my Slut-sisters in our usual spot near the middle.

Lexi was scrolling on her phone with her bag on the floor, not even pretending to prepare for the class. Ashley sat beside the redhead, turned halfway in her chair to talk with Marcia behind her. Marcia's notebook was already open, pen in hand, as if she were waiting anxiously for the class to start.

I slid into the seat beside Marcia and set my bag down. "Hey."

"Hey," Marcia replied.

"There you are!" Ashley exclaimed. "I was asking why they have a writing class after lunch? I don't wanna use my brain now."

"You never use your brain," Lexi grunted without looking up.

"I use it selectively," Ashley shot back. "I'm pretty good at math."

"Keeping track of your body count isn't math," Lexi replied.

"Sure, it is," Ashley shrugged. "Counting is math."

"Did I miss anything?" I interrupted.

"Just Ashley complaining," Lexi spoke up.

"I wasn't complaining," the blonde bombshell countered. "I just don't like how long these writing assignments take. I have an active and important social life."

"Finding time to get railed isn't a social life," Lexi teased.

"You know damn well I pledged DTX just like you," Ashley said. "We have a pep rally Friday and I am NOT going to be saddled with a pointless essay for the weekend."

"You made me pledge," Lexi grumbled.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Ashley waved her off before turning to Marcia and me. "Are you two going?"

"Probably," I answered with a shrug.

"I guess," Marcia shrugged. "I don't have anything for honor society."

"Are you bringing your friend? Lina?" I asked Marcia.

"Yeah, probably," Marcia nodded.

"And I'll make sure Derek comes, too," Ashley nodded. "Josh's roommate needs to loosen up. We need to get him laid."

"Fine, bend over," Lexi shrugged.

"Maybe I will," Ashley tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder. "That a problem?"

"Nope," Lexi chirped. "Hang a sign on your door inviting every guy on campus to take a turn for all I care."

"We're not talking about your weekend, Lexi," Ashley rolled her eyes.

"Steven's the only guy who gets a piece of this," the redhead gestured to herself. "Jealous? I have the best guy in the world."

"Steven's great, but I have Josh," Ashley argued. "I just wish we had more alone time. Love is awesome."

"Oooh, the 'L' word?" Lexi looked at the blonde seriously. "If you two are gonna last after all, maybe you shouldn't spread 'em for Derek."

"We're still working out the exact parameters of our relationship," Ashley blushed slightly.

"Still keeping Marcia away from him?" Lexi smirked. "Afraid our quiet nerd will steal him from you?"

"Okay, that's enough, children," Marcia chastised when her name came up.

"Yes, mom," Ashley and Lexi spoke at the same time.

Professor Carla Mendoza stepped into the classroom a few minutes later, setting her bag down on the desk and glancing around the room like she was taking attendance without calling names.

"Alright," the professor began, "Let's keep this simple. I'm going to go over some literary techniques, then you'll start an essay for Monday. The topic is quite simple; write three pages about a time your expectations of someone changed."

A few people groaned quietly, and Ashley glared angrily at the professor. We all, however, prepared to start taking notes. There was a brief lecture covering some of the common mistakes she had noticed in our previous works and how to avoid them. Then we were given the rest of the class to start our essay and ask questions.

I wrote the first line without thinking, the words coming out automatically as something easy and safe. Then I stopped as I read back what I wrote. It wasn't right. Sure, it would satisfy the assignment, but it wasn't what really came to mind when Professor Mendoza gave us the prompt.

Pages were filling up all around me. Ashley leaned over her notebook like she was trying to finish the assignment during class so it wouldn't take up any of her weekend. Marcia wrote steadily and with no hesitation; she had probably figured it out before the professor fully gave the prompt. Even Lexi was working steadily.

I knew what my answer should be, but I wasn't willing to share something so personal for a college assignment. David had been my first love, my first everything. I had expected a halfway decent human being; not a monster. Instead of writing about my ex-boyfriend, I chose something simple. Something with no substance that would fulfill the requirements.

~Steven Thomson~

Wednesday September 10, 2025

Music filled the master bedroom Wednesday night, a slow and sensual rhythm accompanied by a strong female voice. The song focused on the early stages of a relationship; when the two people were always pining for each other while apart. The large bedroom was only illuminated by a couple of candles placed on the bedside tables.

The flickering flames sent cascading shadows across Lexi's bare back as she rode me in reverse cowgirl. My fingers trailed along her soft skin as my eyes admired the smattering of freckles across her pale frame. Lexi was riding me to the music; her young body undulating as she whispered the lyrics under her breath.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," I husked, playfully swatting her freckled, heart-shaped bottom.

"Fuck, you're big," Lexi groaned back, her hands flying to her chest so she could play with her tits. "You're so deep! Oh God, I can feel your cock stretching me, throbbing inside me."

"You feel so good, Lexi," I whispered, holding her hips as she rolled them in my lap. "I love your tight pussy."

The song ended and was immediately followed by another by the same artist. It was a slow-tempo one with lyrics about a fleeting romance that was doomed to fail. While the relationship was doomed to fail, it focused on enjoying the passionate, temporary connection.