The Size Sorority: 1.6

Previously on The Size Sorority: Dylan Holifield, a skinny college freshman with an unusually large penis, reveals himself to his roommate Steve's girlfriend, Sadie, while walking naked in their shared dorm room. Sadie reacts with shock and laughter, while Steve scowls in anger. Dylan later apologizes but revels in the knowledge that he has made an impression on Sadie. Steve and Sadie leave for a night out, and Dylan remains in the dorm room, pleased with himself.

Alexis sneaks to the Starlight Manor's turret for a midnight meeting of The Six, a secret council within the OKE sorority. Sadie White arrives and asks about Alexis's assignment regarding Michael. In the Starlight Chamber, ten of the twelve Hexennial Sisters gather, with Mother Witch and Ava Patel attending via Zoom.

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The Hexennial Sisters made Alexis sit in the center of their ring in an uncomfortable wooden chair. Sadie, Sister White, sat on the desk with an iPad Pro next to her, The Mother Witch illuminated on the screen, watching from her bedroom at home in Greenwich, Connecticut. The Mother Witch’s robes were here at Starlight Manor, but The Mother Witch wore a black hoodie with the hood pulled up for protocol. She’d showered, and her long blonde hair framed her cheeks, dangling from the hood’s opening in wet tangles the shade of caramel.

Sister White got to the point, all of them now past the ceremonial introductions, reading passages from the Sacred Grimoire, and chanting their Sister’s Sacrament in unison, saying, “Sister Miller, I understand you bagged The Mother Witch’s exquisite find.” The desk top was festooned with candelabras with long white tapers, maybe two dozen flickering flames.

Alexis nodded. “I did.” Some of the sisters chuckled or tittered behind her. 

The Mother Witch smiled. “Excellent work, Sister Miller. I commend your boldness.”

“Thank you, Mother,” Alexis said, and bowed her head.

“Did you get a condom on it?”

“Yeah,” Alexis said. “They had snug-fit condoms at the pharmacy.”

This brought brighter laughs all around her. The Enchanted Eclipse and the Luna Divine laughed so hard they collapsed against each other, repeating the size terminology of “snug fit” and cackling. Sister White whistled for their attention and manners. They straightened themselves on the sofa, still smiling, but biting back their unruly glee.

Sister White said, “How was it?”

Alexis shrugged, not sure what to say. “We had fun.”

The Mother Witch frowned, pulling aside her hood to peer at her screen. “Fun? With that tiny little dick?”

“Well, I mean, we did other stuff, too.”

There was a moment of silence, everyone contemplating, waiting for the Mother to say something else. Sadie looked over at Sophia, the Oracle Lune, and second-in-command. Sophia leaned closer, sitting at the side of the desk in a comfy leather chair. “One of your pledge sisters knows our little-dick man.”

“Who?”

Sophia didn’t answer, only stared at Alexis, long fingers interdigitating, bare feet curling to the sides and showing her soles under the hem of her satin robes. “This pledge claims, despite that useless little dick, he’s quite competent between the sheets. Is this what you’re telling us?”

“Yeah,” Alexis said, “I guess.” She scrambled to think of the other pledges and who might know Michael, and if this pledge’s former association with Michael would affect her points.

Sadie liked this aspect of the story, smiling, leaning forward too. “Was he really any good?”

Alexis nodded again, and this time Sophia said, “This isn’t the place to hold back, Sister Miller. Tell us.”

Alexis rubbed the back of her satiny neck, feeling a little awkward divulging private details—but this was the whole point of it all, wasn’t it? “He was actually . . . he was really good.”

Sophia cocked her head. “With his tongue?”

Alexis bit back a smile, hiding inappropriate laughter, regaining composure so she could say, “He was really good. Like I said, we had fun.”

Sadie grunted, slipping off the desk, strolling closer, walking around the chair where Alexis sat and regarding her. Then she got close, smelling like vanilla and soap, saying, “Did he make you come?” She emphasized the word come, dragging it for maximum offense, testing this pledge for prudishness. 

Alexis sniffed, and said with proud affirmation, that, yes, the guy with the little dick had made her come. Adding, “Like a lot. I don’t know how many times, but it was a lot.”

There was no laughter now from the Hexennial Sisters, only scrutiny. Sister White chuckled a little in her throat, crossing her arms and strolling back to the desk. “Well, well, well,” she said, hopping back up on her perch. She leaned aside to regard the screen where The Mother Witch watched. “Looks like you missed out, Mother.”

The Mother Witch smiled inside her hood’s cowl, saying, “Yeah, well, I’m not in The Trial, anyway.”

“Trial or not,” Sadie said, smirking, “sounds like this guy might have rocked your world.”

“The Mother rolled her eyes and got back to business, addressing Alexis. “Sister Miller?”

“Yes, Mother?”

The Mother narrowed her bright blue eyes. “You have to be a real whore to fuck a little dick like that. Would you agree?”

Alexis nodded, her mouth turned down in a grim line. This wasn’t true. This was hazing. This was the process. And if you believed in the process, then you knew how to endure. “I agree,” she said.

Sister White chuckled, picked up her phone and opened it. Alexis knew she was preparing to film her statement.

“Tell me you’re a whore who loves dick,” The Mother Witch said, smirking to one side.

Alexis repeated it, telling The Mother Witch with unwavering pride that she was indeed a whore who loved dick so much, she’d “take anything a man offers.”

“Even a teeny weeny little pecker?” The Mother Witch showed a wiggling pinky finger to her camera for emphasis.

Sadie snapped her fingers overhead, and Alexis looked up, her face exposed to the light and Sadie’s iPhone camera. The Sisters recorded everything. Sadie said, “Tell me who you are, Alexis Miller.”

Alexis took a breath, let it out, said to the camera. “I’m a dick-loving slut, and I love dicks any way I can get them. Big, small, hard, floppy. Even teeny-tiny.”

Sadie laughed. “But you like them big and hard, right?”

Alexis couldn’t stop a smile from showing, felt blush heating her cheeks. “They’re best when they’re big and hard.” God, her family would disown her if they knew what she was up to here in Vermont.

“Excellent,” Sadie said, setting her phone back down on the desk beside her thigh.

From Alexis’s right-hand side, Lily, the Luna Divine, said, “Did he get it inside you?”

“He did.”

The Mother crinkled her nose. “Did you feel it?”

“Kind of.”

Some of the girls sniggered. Lily looked across to Sophia. “Do we believe her?”

Sophia hummed, thinking, regarding Alexis until she grew uncomfortable. Sadie said, “I believe her.”

Lily asked Sadie if she was sure, and Sadie said, “I’ll vouch for her. I think he put it in her.”

Sophia said, “No one else has fucked him yet?”

“The other pledge did, but that was back in high school. That doesn’t count,” Sadie said.

Alexis smiled, relieved. She’d claimed Michael, would receive more points for him than anyone else who seduced him in the future.

Lily’s features shrank. “But he’s not confirmed yet.”

Sadie reminded Lily that the Witch Mother had been with him, had been the one to discover how small his penis was.

The Witch Mother said, “I didn’t fuck him or measure him, but I can confirm the guy has a tiny dick. We’ll put Sister Miller on the board, then we’ll tally her points when someone gets a ruler on the guy’s little nub.”

Sadie said, “What do you think, he’s like maybe three inches or something?”

The Witch Mother shook her head, not sure, her wet hair swishing on her sweatshirt’s cotton fabric. She looked like she was in her bedroom, but it was hard to tell; the light was dim, the Witch Mother lit by candlelight. “Yeah, something like that. He’s valuable.”

Alexis held up a hand with thumb and index finger spread about the short length describing Michael’s erect penis. “He was like this.”

Everyone stared with disbelief, some of the O6 getting off their seating to claim a peek at how small she showed with her fingers. More tittering and snickering. Alexis felt a little bad for Michael. He had a little dick, but he was kind of a nice guy. She added, “He likes it when you call it small.”

Sadie’s eyebrows rose high under her cowl, smirking, loving this bit of news. “Oh, really?”

“He really got off on it. He’s a fun guy. He’s really nice.”

Sophia said, “And he put in the work, huh?”

Alexis said he did, again blushing, embarrassed by all her sisters knowing how she’d liked the way Michael went down on her.

Sadie said, “That’s good, Sister Miller. Very good. Uh, listen, you showed real gumption. Go on, scoot back to bed, let the grown up talk a little.”

“Yes, Sister White,” Alexis said, rising from the chair, showing a mild curtsy, Sadie wagging a finger, indicating to speed it up.

The other sisters remained quiet, and watched her from beneath their hoods, candlelight shimmering on their robes, as she trotted out of the chamber in bare feet. She closed the door behind her, then pushed her cheek to it, trying to hear what they might say about her when she was gone.

No laughter, which was a relief, and no hushed gossip either. Only Sadie talking, saying, “Sisters . . . I’d like to tell you a little something about my boyfriend's roommate…”

Then Alexis was gone, worried what the sisters would do to her if they caught her eavesdropping, and worried now that Elizabeth Winthrop may be floating near her somewhere, eager to snatch her soul and drag her off to everlasting purgatory. She quick-stepped down the stairs, disrobed, and padded back to her bedroom, sure she wasn’t going to get a wink of sleep after tonight’s excitement.

  *

Michael bought a large iced cappuccino from the barista at KafeHaus, one of the plugged in food outlets in the lower-level foodcourt in Benton Hall. It was another nice day outside, only sixty-five degrees, but it was bright and the sun was shining warmly. He crossed the food court, fishing his phone out of his pocket. Once he was outside, he found a vacant bench that looked out over Thornton Field. It was dotted with students gathered in small groups in the bleachers, sitting on blankets, some playing hockey sack or throwing Frisbees. The girls field hockey team were running laps. He took a sip of his iced cap and brought his phone to life.

He texted Alexis.

Michael: What are you doing this weekend?

He waited, putting an arm over the back of the bench, and watching a group of freshmen throw a football. The longer he waited, the more his enthusiasm and good spirits waned, but then his phone dinged with a response.

Alexis: who is this?

Michael: Michael from the weekend.

Alexis: Oh yeah. How did you get my number?

That was tricky. He had risen while Alexis slept, some time before dawn. He watched her breathing, then gathered up some of her clothes and bundled them together on a chair. He found her phone in a pocket, sat back down, and exchanged data between his phone and hers, giving them both each other’s contact. He left her phone back on the nightstand, feeling somewhat guilty, but after what they had done that night, it seemed like the right thing.

Michael: Sorry, just took it.

There was a long pause and he made funny, nervous faces at his phone while he waited. She got back to him.

Alexis: I see that you did.

Then:

Alexis: Bad boy.

He smiled and texted his return.

Michael: sorry. You were sleeping, didn’t want to wake you. Had to have your number. Punish me this weekend?

Alexis: Can’t this weekend, sorry.

Then she added an emoji looking exhausted.

That was cool. They weren’t dating. At least not yet—but they would be if he could have his way. So he played it cool.

Michael: No worries. Talk to you later.