My Sorority's Secret Dungeon

A college freshman is confused by a "No Authorized Entry" on a door in her new sorority's basement. This is in a room filled with fitness equipment. This freshman has her curiosity piqued. Eventually, after a night of drinking too much, she gives in and opens that door. What she didn't realize is that she just entered a new world of hardcore kinkiness relating to intimacy with another woman.

WARNING! This short story has explicit depictions of sex between consenting women. It is only meant for mature readers of legal age. Here is an excerpt ...

I tried to put it out of my mind, and the fact that there was a blatantly obvious answer screaming in my face. To ignore it, I spent the next two nights making ample use of my fake ID and went out to bars just to get out of the house. But didn't go the way I wanted. After all, I just wanted to be an anonymous girl sitting at the end of the bar, drinking and staring at her phone. Honestly, I wasn't in the mood for a drunk guy's attention and advances. But maybe I was? It was an unexpected conflict that came out nowhere. His name was George, and he had a mop of cute, curly black hair. His pick up lines were god awful, but they were sweet in an very annoying way but still, a little endearing nonetheless. Still, I was not in the mood for good reason.
I had a shitty hetero relationship back in high school, and although my sorority was weirdly sexual to heightened degrees, I realized that there was something safe and comfortable in being intimate with other women. Honestly, I never went down the intellectual rabbit hole over my sexuality, and I never actually sat down to contemplate whether I was actually a lesbian or bi or somewhere in between. Yet, I can't deny that drunken George, with his shy smiles and stupid jokes and puns had me responding hormonally. Also, I can't deny that I was very tipsy and vulnerable. To get to my point, though, part of me actually wanted him, and then I remembered the disaster of my prior boyfriend and instantly felt a sense of revulsion. Even though my hormones were screaming out for a man, I felt I wasn't even remotely ready to try that again. Eventually, I slurped down my cheap cocktail, found an excuse to leave, and fled back to my sorority house.
Once back in my room, I slumped into bed and sought to sleep off the alcohol. Only, slumber never came. All I could do is lay in my bed with pink and white camo pajamas and have the thought of penises both flaccid and hard as hell invade my imagination. At one point, I realized that I should just change out of my jammies and get into some gym shorts and a sports bra. If I couldn't sleep, then maybe it would be for the best to get some cardio in and possibly sweat some of the alcohol out of my system. I stuffed a towel and a change of panties and socks into my bag. Then, I ventured down to the fitness room in the basement.
Once I got there, I found myself just not interested in getting onto a treadmill or an elliptical. I realized that maybe I wasn't just merely tipsy? Maybe I was actually slightly drunk? All I did, instead of trying to exercise, was stare at the No Unauthorized Entry sign on the mystery door. I couldn't help myself; I found myself slowly stepping towards it. It was like a strong magnet, and I was a lump of metal. I tried the door's handle, and it gave. Slowly, the door swung open and revealed something absolutely unthinkable to me ...

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