Chapter 8: Unanticipated Encounter

Following a whirlwind weekend at Zoe’s Texas home that had me bound and blindfolded to allow her family to use as they see fit sexually. Monday heralded a welcome return to a more conventional wardrobe for me over being naked the entire time away from the campus on Friday.

As I geared up for my morning classes, the prospect of donning attire was a refreshing change. In departing our room, Zoe gave me a peck on the lips. Since moving into her room, we have become more than close friends. It would happen with the initial group of girls in the junior sorority room I was in for about a day. At the end of my second class, Zoe asked me to meet with her outside our dorm building around 1130.

Zoe’s infectious smile greeted me, and she eagerly shared news about the sorority pool in the afternoon. A biological scan had revealed enough volunteers for the lounge chairs, and after she saw my worried look. Zoe reassured me she would stand by our decision to submit her name to volunteer in those lounge chairs until I was approved.

She grabbed my hand and revealed that the number of females approved had grown significantly since the sorority chair volunteers meeting on Friday. The pool opened last Thursday with around ten new female volunteers from how it was for the past year, only Zoe being the sole female regularly volunteering to be locked inside one of those chairs.

She stated that the female ranks have grown to over twenty, with my application and others pending screening and approval. Our way to the fast-food restaurant off campus shifted to laughter and about the weekend at her home. The crisp fall morning air fostered a sense of camaraderie, creating a light and enjoyable atmosphere.

As we discussed the sorority pool, Zoe informed me about her discussions with Molly regarding the expanding number of volunteers. The university and sorority leadership plan was ambitious and aimed to transform the campuses’ indoor sorority and non-sorority pools into coed spaces.

To be equipped with a substantial number of hybrid human lounge chairs and aim to swell the number of male and female participants willing to go inside those lounge chairs regularly. I began to have reservations about completing the application of being closed in that lounge chair with some guy’s dick in my mouth. Sensing my concerns, Zoe asked me to close my eyes and think about being blindfolded.

She then asked me how it felt as it was deep into the back of the throat. With her tightly bound to me, she would have felt if I wasn’t comfortable when Wendy’s boyfriend was thrusting himself in my throat like some bull. Zoe then told me that her other sister’s boyfriend was doing the same with her throat. I opened my eyes and imagined every guy in that lobby above me.

That perspective of coed pools still added to my uneasiness with my willingness to embrace experiences without objections. It has left me grappling with apprehension and intrigue about what lay ahead. Zoe directed my attention to the couple in the corner booth and asked if I recall seeing them at the meeting on Friday.

She then urged me to envision my face under him while he was kissing his girlfriend, and I almost lost my composure. “Hey, are you okay?” she asked, her tone softening. “I know it’s a lot to take in, and I understand if you have reservations. We can talk about it, you know? Your comfort is essential to me.”

Her genuine concern and caring demeanor reassured me, if only for a moment. I appreciated her openness and willingness to discuss my apprehensions. I sip my drink, contemplating expressing my concerns without dampening her excitement and ease.

“I appreciate your support, Zoe,” I began cautiously. “It’s just the idea of being in those coed pools with ... strangers, you know? It’s a lot to wrap my head around. I’m trying to be open-minded, but it’s challenging.”

Zoe nodded understandingly, her smile softening. “I get it. It’s a big step for her from only having females on the chair above her to having guys. Once all of the pools switched to being coed and the introduction of hybrid chairs around campus indoor pools. It would be especially hard for the guys who volunteer and the stigma around another guy on the chair above.

The sincerity in her words offered a sense of relief, and I felt grateful for her understanding. We continued our meal, shifting the conversation to lighter topics as we navigated the complexities of our evolving friendship and the unexpected turns ahead.

After finishing our meal, Zoe suggested a stroll around the campus to clear our minds until our next class. Autumn leaves crunched beneath our feet as we meandered through the paths. The campus, usually bustling with students, seemed quiet.

As we walked, Zoe shared more about her experiences in the sorority lounge chairs and the transformative impact on her life. She spoke about the bonds she formed with the sorority girls who regularly sit on the chairs she is in. The personal growth she experienced and the liberation she felt in embracing her desires.

Listening to her, I couldn’t help but admire her resilience and confidence. It was evident that Zoe had found a sense of empowerment through her choices, even if they were unconventional. Yet, the question lingered—was I ready to take such a leap?

Zoe must have sensed my contemplation because she gently nudged me, breaking the silence. “You know, I was hesitant at first to talk openly with my mother and friends,” she confessed. “It’s natural to feel uneasy about stepping into the unknown. But sometimes, the most extraordinary experiences come from pushing our boundaries.”

Her words resonated with me, and I appreciated her honesty. The sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the campus. As we reached a quiet spot near a peaceful pond, Zoe turned to me with a genuine expression.

“Not trying to push you into anything comfortable,” she assured me. “We all have our own pace. If you ever decide to explore more, she is there for me. And if not, that’s okay too. My feelings and boundaries matter.”

I nodded, grateful for understanding, as we agreed to meet at the sorority pool main dressing room later at four. Entering the dressing room, Zoe was already naked and showered for my arrival. I then put my stuff in the same locker she locked and showered. I heard her ask one of the assistants what chairs the two love birds were in 19 and 20.