I pledge my love
Jenni stepped out of her shower, the warm water cascading down her toned body as she reached for the fluffy towel hanging from the rack. The steamy bathroom mirror reflected the weariness in her eyes, a stark contrast to the excitement bubbling within her. It had been a long week of classes, and she hadn’t had a chance to truly unwind. She wrapped the towel around her, her damp hair sticking to the back of her neck as she moved to her bedroom.
Her phone buzzed on the bed, the screen lighting up with a message from Lance. “Hey babe, what’s up?” she read with a smile, her thumbs hovering over the keyboard. Typing back, she asked, “How about a movie on Friday night?” It had been a while since they had had a proper date, and she just had to make this one special. A secret thrill shot through her at the thought of what she had planned for later that evening.
Lance’s response was swift. “Yeah, sure. What do you wanna see?” Jenni bit her bottom lip, considering her options. The movie she had in mind wasn’t just any random flick. It was the one all the pledges were going to see. “How about that new action movie everyone’s talking about?” she texted, trying to sound casual.
The phone buzzed again. “Sounds good to me. I’ll pick you up at 7?” Lance’s enthusiasm was palpable, and Jenni couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of spending time with him again. She nodded to herself, her eyes lighting up. “Perfect,” she texted back, the wheels of her plan already turning in her mind.
Friday evening arrived with a flurry of anticipation. Jenni took extra care with her makeup, her eyes smoldering with dark liner and her lips painted a tantalizing shade of red. She slipped into her favorite little dress, the fabric hugging her curves in just the right way. As she checked herself in the mirror, she felt a rush of excitement—tonight was going to be different.
When Lance arrived, his eyes widened at the sight of her. “You look amazing,” he breathed, leaning in to kiss her. She grinned, her heart racing a little faster than usual. “Thanks,” she murmured, her cheeks flushing. As they drove to the theater, she couldn’t help but steal glances at him, his strong profile silhouetted against the city lights.
The theater was bustling with the typical weekend crowd, the smell of buttered popcorn and sticky floors underfoot. Jenni’s heart thudded in her chest as she led Lance to the line for their movie, waving at people she knew and trying to remain calm. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, but she knew it would be worth it. They found their seats, the velvet upholstery sticking slightly to the backs of their legs.
The lights dimmed, the screen flickered to life, and the movie began. Jenni leaned back, her hand finding Lance’s thigh. Her mind was racing, but she forced herself to focus on the film, biding her time. Little did he know what she had in store for him once the plot thickened, the tension in the theater mirroring the growing heat between her thighs.
As the movie progressed, she waited for the perfect moment, a dramatic scene where the theater would be enveloped in darkness. The anticipation grew almost unbearable, and she could feel her breaths coming shorter, her pulse pounding in her ears.
Her hand kept slowly sliding up his thigh with the smoothness of a serpent. His muscles tensed under her touch as he noticed, and she felt his cock swell to life. She glanced up at him, his eyes wide with surprise, and she gave him a mischievous smile.
And then it came — darkness. She took it as her cue, without missing a beat, Jenni slid off the seat, her knees hitting the sticky theater floor. She positioned herself between his legs, her heart hammering as she reached for his zipper. The darkness of the theater was a comforting cloak, allowing her to perform her surprise without the fear of prying eyes. The sound of fabric parting was almost inaudible over the cacophony of the movie, but the way his breath hitched told her he was all too aware of what was happening.
Lance’s eyes kept darting around in panic as Jenni’s warm breath danced over his now-exposed cock. She took him in her hand, stroking him gently before her mouth closed around him, eager and hungry. His body stiffened, a soft groan escaping his lips. She glanced up again, the corners of her mouth tugging upwards at his reaction, and she knew she had him.
Her tongue traced the length of him, savoring the taste of his arousal. His hands gripped the chair arms in fear as she took him deeper. The movie’s action-filled climax approached, and so did their own. She could feel the tension coiling in his body, the way his legs trembled slightly as she worked her magic.
The theater was a blur of sound and light, the chaos on screen matching the chaos in Lance’s mind. He tried to focus on the movie, to ignore the exquisite sensations that Jenni was giving him, but it was a futile effort. Her mouth was pure heaven, and he was lost in the moment.
Their secret rendezvous grew more intense as the movie went on. Jenni’s cheeks hollowed as she sucked hungrily, Lance’s grip tightened, his hips jerking slightly. She knew he was close.
The movie reached its crescendo, explosions and gunfire ringing out through the speakers. Jenni took advantage of the noise, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock. She felt his body tense, and she knew it was time. With one last, hard suck, she swallowed his release.
They sat there for a moment, panting, as the movie resolved into calmness. Jenni slid back into her seat, a smug smile playing on her lips. She reached for Lance’s hand, giving it a squeeze. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of shock, lust, and admiration. “What…what was that?” he managed to say, his voice hoarse.
Jenni leaned into him, her breath warm against his ear. “Look around at the other couples,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Really look at them.”
Lance’s sat confused, then looked around slowly. He could see other’s looking around like he was. One closer than the other’s look toward him and they blinked at each other as understanding dawned on them. Lance’s glance jerked away.
Jenni’s whisper prickled the hairs on the back of his neck, a stark contrast to the rawness of moments prior. “You see, Lance?” she said, her voice barely above a murmur. “It’s part of the pledge this year. We all had to…pleasure our boyfriends here tonight.”
He turned to look at her, his eyes wide with disbelief. “What? Why?” The words tumbled out, his mind racing to catch up with what she was telling him. Jenni’s smile was a soft curve of her lips, her gaze unwavering.
“It’s a bonding thing,” she murmured, her eyes glinting with excitement. “We’re all going through this together, proving our love and commitment in the most…intimate way.” Her hand found his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “And it’s our little secret, just us and the other pledges.”
The revelation hit Lance like a ton of bricks, his mind racing with the implications. He glanced around again, now seeing the subtle nods and smirks exchanged between the other couples, realizing the magnitude of what had just occurred.
Jenni’s hand remained in his, a silent reassurance that she was okay with this. But was he? His thoughts swirled like a tornado, a mix of shock, arousal, and something else he couldn’t quite place.
“It’s a tradition,” she continued, her voice low and seductive. “And now you’re a part of it.”
The movie’s end credits began to roll, the house lights coming up slightly. Lance looked around, still trying to process what he’d just experienced. He felt a strange mix of emotions—excitement at the shared intimacy, but also a hint of jealousy knowing that other guys were experiencing the same with his own girlfriend’s sorority sisters.
Jenni leaned in, her breath sweet with mint, and whispered, “Don’t worry, baby. It’s just us. Our secret.”
As they exited the theater, Lance’s mind was still racing, the echo of their shared secret pulsing through his veins like a drug. He looked at Jenni, her cheeks flushed with excitement and something more—power.
“So, how did you like it?” she asked, her eyes gleaming. “It’s not every day you get to share something like that with your girlfriend.”
The question hung in the air like a challenge, and Lance felt himself rising to meet it. “It was… intense,” he admitted, his voice gruff. “But I’m all for traditions, especially ones that make you happy.”
Jenni beamed up at him, her hand sliding into his. “That’s what I thought,” she said, her voice a siren’s call. “Now, let’s go celebrate with the girls.”
The night unfolded into a whirlwind of whispers and giggles as they met up with the other pledges and their equally stunned boyfriends. The air was electric with the shared knowledge of their collective act, the thrill of their secret making their hearts race.
Jenni was the center of attention, her friends eagerly asking for details, their eyes sparkling with mischief. Lance felt a strange sense of pride as he held her close, knowing that she had chosen him for this.
Their relationship had entered a new chapter, one filled with excitement and a shared bond that no one else could understand. As they melded into the crowd, Lance realized that tonight had changed them—for better or worse, only time would tell. But for now, they were a part of something that was uniquely theirs, and that was all that mattered.
