She always took a bath before bed leaving her clothes hanging in her room. The water had stopped running only a few minutes ago but everyone who knew her knew she would be in the tub for at least an hour if not more.
The girls of the sorority were inducting new members and today they were testing to see how moral the possible members were. They had given various wannabies different pranks and if they wimped out, they were off the consideration list.
Quietly, as the older girl was showering, one of the freshmen snuck into her bed room and examined the clothes hanging up. She didn't like what she was about to do, but one of her best friends was in the sorority and she despertly wanted to join for that reason. Taking in a deep breath, she reached out blindly and grabbed the older girl's bra out of the various articles of clothing.
She looked at the article of clohting and considered her actions. Because of her morals, the freshman had already tried the prank on herself with an old t-shirt. She knew how this would feel and tries to imagine doing this to someone. Subconsciously she scratched at her back as she had all day long, remembering the sensation and then tried to push it away as tiny itches flared up as though remembering what she had experienced last night easily.
Quietly she looked around and then spotted the upperclassman's neat and clear desk. Walking over to it, the freshman was glad that she wouldn't have to do this on the girls' floor or bed. Spreading the unhooked bra out on the desk, she took a package out of her pocket and looked down at it. The package was blue with a large spikey white text box on it with bright red letters that stated ACME EXTRA STRENGTH ITCHING POWDER! There was of course a small disclaimer under it.
The freshman scratched at her back again. Last night just to make sure she was okay with this prank, she had put on an old t-shirt and dumped an entire bag down it. It had been a dull sensation at first but once she had taken a casual scratch, her back had itched so bad, all she could do was sit on the floor of her dorm and have her roommate scratch her back constantly with her long nails.
The freshman rolled her shoulders and opened the package, using her fingers to make sure that she dumped exactly half of the package into each cup of the bra. Then she ground it into there and spread it to the sides and back of the bra. It was a sports bra with a wide and low back. She carefully avoided the sides of the bra knowing that scratching her sides hurt her, especially around her rib cage. Carefully she made sure that the itching powder was ground into the fabric so that it wasn't detectable and she quickly hung it up, jetting out the door to wash her hands off in the kitchen sink.
An hour later, the upperclassman exited the bathroom, her long hair hanging down her back. Walking into her room, she closed and locked the door. Instantly she leaned against the door and rubbed her back slightly against it. As much as she loved long showers, it always dried her out and the moisture of her hair always made it almost unbearably itchy. Walking into her room, she knelt by her bed and fished out a very long backscratcher. Sitting down, she let her towel fall so that it covered her like a skirt and she began to scratch all over until she picked up her backscratcher and began to scratch her back furriously.
She leaned into the motion and moaned slightly, finally deciding to stop and get ready for bed. Scratching small itches on her back, she reached into her closest and put on her bra and underwear before putting on a long t-shirt. Turning off her light, she climbed into bed and fell asleep.
There was a tingly feeling on her back but that wasn't anything new. The warm blankets always made her back itch especially after a bath. Adjusting her bra so the back moved, she kept her eyes closed. Then she reached back and scratched under her shoulder blade. The movement caused the front of her bra to rise and shift. She made a muffled grunt and scratched across the front of her bra. Then she scratched at the back of her bra. She was so itchy!
Sitting up, she snaked a hand under the fabric and scratched the side of her left breast. Her other hand moved th eback of her bra so it scratch her back. Then both of her hands began scratching at her back before moving to her breasts and back to her back again. There was so many itches - too many itches.
She couldn't move it felt so good to scratch but she despertly yearned for her backscratcher. She swung her legs over the bed and grunted slightly as she slid down it so the edge of the bed scratched her back, her fingers clawing at the fabric on the front of her bra. She moaned slightly and rubbed her back up and down on the bed finding that it worked best and left her hands free to scratch her front.
Meanwhile in a dorm a few blocks away, the freshman was scratching her back again. She had taken the old shirt ot the laundry last night since it was her sleeping shirt for cold weather, but it felt like she hadn't taken it anywhere at all. She rubbed her back against her desk cahir, whimpering. She didn't have anything that warm to wear to bed and her dorm had a crap heater and she didn't want to be cold.
Her roommate watched her and then told her to turn around and began scratching her back again. The freshman felt bad since the upperclassman didn't have anyone to scratch her, but the scratching at her back felt too good to protest against.