I [M] worked as a busboy at the hottest sorority [F] house on campus

During my junior year of college, a friend hooked me up with a job at a sorority house on my university’s campus. It was a busboy job — I had to clean dishes, tables and floors, as well as help the chef and “house mom” with whatever else they needed. From what I’d heard about the job, it was a great way to meet cute girls and get free food. At the very least, I’d get a few good meals and some easy money out of it, right? Little did I know that taking that job would lead me to some of the craziest and sexiest experiences of my life… This is the first post of many, so stay tuned as I recount my days as a sorority house busboy:

First, a little bit about me: I’m a slightly above-average looking Brazilian-American guy. I have a slim and athletic build from years of playing soccer, but I’m certainly no David Beckham. This is also relevant context for later on: I joined a fraternity my freshman year since I was from out of state and didn’t really know anyone. It was relatively new and mostly filled with chill and nerdy guys, so it also wasn’t something I really ever brought up when talking to girls.

Now, a little bit about the girls at the house where I worked: they are exactly the stereotype you might think of when you think of a sorority girl at a large southern school — except they were also widely regarded as the hottest sorority on campus. Mostly rich, white, blonde girls with fantastic bodies and catty personalities — they were all extremely hot, and they knew it.

I’ll skip straight to my first day on the job. I was scrubbing dishes in the dish room, which has a large window that opens out to the dining room so that girls can easily drop off their used plates and silverware. Most girls would quickly swing by the window and drop off their dishes without even looking into the dish room. Many of the girls, however, noticed something was slightly off. And I noticed them noticing me. Like sharks drawn to fresh blood, a group of them rushed the window and introduced themselves to the new busboy.

I was flooded with at least ten names, majors, and hometowns — I quickly forgot them all. I was way too distracted by how attractive these girls were. They weren’t all perfect tens, but they were damn near close. Many of the sorority members lived in the house, so they lounged around in yoga pants, tank tops, and loose t-shirts in the dining room. And this group of girls had seemingly just come from the gym, so I couldn’t help but stare and appreciate their shiny cleavage and athletic curves. We talked a bit and they told me that when I worked my next lunch shift, I should sit and take my lunch break with them.

“Sounds like a plan to me. I gotta get back to washing your forks, but I’ll see you all tomorrow for lunch.”

A few of them locked eyes with me and laughed. They said goodbye and I turned to hide my slight grin. I hadn’t thought it would be that easy. The girls walked back to their table and started talking loudly about how one of them had hooked up with a guy who ended up peeing in her mouth. I stopped and questioned my sanity for a moment, but then I noticed that one of the girls had stuck around and was hanging near the entrance to the kitchen. She was more petite than the others, probably around 5’2, and was wearing elephant-print yoga pants that accentuated her perfectly round ass. Seriously, it was perfect, like the kind of ass that doesn’t seem large until you see the girl from the side. That thing was *out there*.

She was talking to the chef about new vegan recipes she had learned, and that’s when I realized this girl was somewhat of a renegade in the sorority. Between her elephant yoga pants, jewelry, and vegan recipe talk, she gave off a major hippie vibe — although they were nice, most of the other girls gave off a stuck-up conservative vibe. I walked over to bring the chef some clean oven trays, and right when I was just about a foot behind the sexy blonde hippie girl, she bent over to grab a piece of paper on the floor. Her soft yoga pants brushed against the front of my jeans, and as she pushed herself even further back onto me, I felt how soft her perfectly round ass was. She wiggled her way back up as my newly-formed bulge pressed and slid in between her ass cheeks. With paper in hand, she turned around, bit her lower lip and said, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t notice you were there.” The chef also noticed nothing.

If anyone had seen us, it would have looked like she was giving me a stand-up lap dance. I was in total disbelief. I froze up a bit and responded, “No worries, I didn’t notice you.. uhhh… what was your name again?”

She laughed. “I’m Jazmine. By the way you should be really careful, you might knock someone over next time.”

I snapped back to my usual self. “I just got a little distracted by your yoga pants, they’re really cool”. The chef winked at me.

Jazmine took out her phone, opened up the contacts app and said, “Here, add yourself and text me later. Are you going out tonight?”

“I probably won’t get out of here until late so I don’t think I can tonight. Any special reason I should go out tonight?”

She locked eyes with me and tilted her head slightly. “Well for one, I’ll be out there.”

I couldn’t hold back my smile. “You drive a hard bargain, I’ll think about it and let you know.”

I went back to washing forks and started to fantasize. I thought of all the places in the house that Jazmine and I could sneak off for more of whatever had just transpired in the kitchen. I thought of all the things I would do with that perfectly round ass if I had my way. And I thought of how crazy it was that I now worked in this sexually-charged house. But like I mentioned earlier in the post, this is just one small piece of a year-long tale, and I have many more sexy stories to share — many of which are way steamier than this one.

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If you liked this story, definitely let me know and leave any feedback you have below! This is my first time writing something like this and I’m excited to share more of what was one of the craziest years of my life.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qqj36m/i_m_worked_as_a_busboy_at_the_hottest_sorority_f

102 comments

  4. As a guy who was in a frat and around srat girls a lot, I always find these types of stories hard to believe; however, I really, really hope this is real! Very well written and incredibly well set up. Can’t wait for the rest of it.

  78. Yes! We need all your stories!

    As a guy who dated a girl who went to a women’s college, I can confirm the ladies go a little guy crazy when a guy shows up in their milieu. I got stared at a bit and would get chatted up if I happened to be alone (I’m very much an average looking guy so it was a new experience haha)

  101. Reminds me of a set of stories I read ages ago- Clydesdale Among the Fillies. I go back to it every now and then.

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