Rita Sondale
Sorority house Mother
Chapter 1
One of the problems a House Mother employed by a college fraternity continually faces now that most colleges and universities are co-ed, is making sure that at the witching hour of midnight, all the young girls are back in the sorority houses and the young gentlemen are tucked into the comfortable beds.
Mrs. James was no exception. At the age of thirty-seven, after a four-year tour in the U.S. Navy as a specialist in aerial photography, and after a divorce from a marriage that lasted six years, it would appear that she was ideally suited for the job.
However, she was not. She was constantly frustrated by the incredible antics of the undergraduates, their complete lack of self-discipline and a collective attitude toward education that at times made her shudder. She well remembered her own college days. A system existed then!
These days it definitely did not. The young men spent money as if it grew on trees. They raced round the campus in expensive sport cars. They cut classes. They drank in their rooms. They fucked every girl they could find and this included the "townies," or the local girls of whom the college girls were extremely jealous.
They ran around the house half dressed and sometimes stark naked. On her night off she knew they screened dirty movies they bought in New York sex shoppes.
This wasn't all. Without exception, all twenty young men, ages eighteen through twenty-one, continually made passes at her. If she wasn't propositioned by at least five in one day, or evening as they watched television instead of attending to their homework or studying for examinations, she found herself feeling restless and even unwanted.
At the age of thirty seven, Gloria James looked ten years younger. Her swollen ripe breasts with her erect nipples often jutting out suggestively under the soft cashmere sweaters she loved, not only excited and aroused the fraternity boys, but also herself. Much too often did she find herself toying with her nipples through the sweater, pinching them or just tickling them with her sharp fingernail.
To say that Gloria James was sexually frustrated would be a classical understatement. To say that she hungered for love, for affection, for tenderness and at the same time lusted for vulgar sex she had found only in fantasy would be understating the understatement!
She craved sex. But as a House Mother for Phi Kappa Beta at a fabulous salary with a small but cozy two room apartment on the very top floor of the PKB fraternity house, risking any kind of serious adventure with any of the boys would cost her her job. This she could not afford.
She loved this apartment. It had a wonderful view of the campus, the tall green trees, the wide, sloping lawns, the revolutionary-styled campus buildings and, in the distance the winding river and the railroad bridge that crossed it.