I hope that if you’re reading this, you’re too old to
use this piece of advice. However, here it is anyway. If
you’re just out of high school, and thinking about going
to a women’s college, don’t. I did, and while it’s true
there are some nice things about it, there are some
major disadvantages. In fact, there’s mostly just one
big disadvantage: there’s no men.
I guess there are plenty of ways to meet guys, but I
don’t seem to have much luck with it in general. It
seems like school can end up occupying so much of my
attention that I don’t have time to go far a field to
socialize. I end up spending too much time hanging
around campus, with only women for company.
So that’s what you need to know about me, really. My
roommate Nicole is a bit more open, but she too has been
without a boyfriend for the whole year we’ve lived
together. Between the two of us, our sex lives were
basically nil. We’d talked about that a couple time
before, but we never actually got around to going out to
look for men.
But then one day, Nicole burst excitedly into the tiny
two-bed matchbox we call a dorm room. I was sitting at
the desk, studying.
“Hey,” exclaimed Nicole. “I found someone!” I looked at
her quizzically.
“Someone to do what we talked about,” she explained.
Then I noticed that there was another girl with Nicole,
standing in the doorway. This new girl had a pretty face
and long brown hair, and stood there shyly behind Nicole
looking at the floor. What we had talked about? Omigod!
My eyes went a little wide.
Nicole beckoned the new girl in. “This is Sara,” she
said. “Sara, this is my roommate Stephanie.”
“Er, hello,” I managed.
Nicole got right to business. “Do you want to go first?”
she asked me.
“Uh no, why don’t you go ahead.” It all seemed so
sudden. I stood up. I thought that our conversation had
just been idle talk with Nicole on yet another boy-less
night. I awkwardly slipped past the two of them. “I’ll,
uh, give you two some privacy,” I murmured, and then
went out into the hall.
Nicole poked her head out after me. “Give us about
twenty minutes,” she said playfully.
I walked down the hall a bit. Nicole closed the door
behind me. I went along the hall until I came to the
floor’s study area, and flopped down on a stuffed chair.
My mind was racing.
Nicole was actually doing it! I could scarcely imagine
what was taking place in our room right now. Were they
getting naked? They wouldn’t have to, I supposed. Nicole
could just take off her pants and her underwear, and
that would be enough. Unless she wanted to do it to Sara
too? What a thought!
Where would they do it? Was there space for both of them
on the bed? Maybe Nicole would sit on the edge of the
bed and Sara would kneel down in front of her. Or maybe
they would both lie flat on the floor, stuck together
like jigsaw puzzle pieces. Oh! Or maybe Sara would lie
on the floor, and Nicole would get on top of her!
All these images flowed through my mind as I sat,
anxiously waiting. Wordlessly, the sight of Nicole’s
bare legs came to me. I tried to remember Sara’s face as
exactly as I could from the moment I had seen her. Sara
stuck out her tongue at me. Then I saw her running it up
Nicole’s inner thigh. I shuddered with fear and arousal.
Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes can be an eternity to
wait. I got up and paced around, then sat back down. I
made myself walk down to the ground floor, get a soda
from the vending machines. Anything to kill a few
minutes.
When fifteen minutes had slowly wound their way past, I
went back to the door to our room, and stood in front of
it. Just a thin panel of wood was separating me from
Nicole and Sara. I leaned over and put my ear to the
door. I couldn’t hear anything, but then I heard a
little scuffling, and then I definitely heard moaning!
I sat down on the floor, leaning up against the wall to
the side of the door. I pulled my knees up and rested my
chin on them. Faintly, I could hear things from inside.
My imagination filled in with more sounds too. I felt
conscious of my pussy, my breasts hanging heavily
against my bra. Then from in the room I could definitely
hear long sustained moans. And then, a stifled cry. I
clenched my legs together. It was very quiet for a few
minutes.
After a tense wait, the door opened, and Nicole came out
into the hall. She was fully clothed, and wearing a
beaming smile. “That hit the spot,” she told me. I stood
up, wondering if I showed visible signs of arousal.
Nicole certainly did. Uncharacteristically, she hugged
me briefly. “She’s all yours,” she said, and then
without another word strolled casually down the hall.
I went into the room, my heart in my throat. Sara was
sitting on the edge of Nicole’s bed. She was still
wearing her cream-colored dress, and she looked up at me
when I came in. I sat down on my bed, and we were not
six feet from each other. She smiled tentatively at me.
I didn’t know if I would be able to go through with
this.
I looked at Sara, and it was hard to tell which of us
was more nervous. Finally she said “It’s okay,” and
then, “Would you like to take off your skirt?”
I thought of Sara being with Nicole, and I began to get
horny again.
Wordlessly I stood up, took off my skirt, and slipped
out of my panties too. Just like being in the common
showers, right? I sat back down on my bed, and then Sara
got up and came and sat down next to me.
“Close your eyes,” she whispered to me, and I did. My
heart was pounding in the darkness. I felt her hand
touch my bare thigh. Then she touched me, and I quivered
in anticipation. I was going to get licked! My legs
spread apart almost involuntarily. Sara was touching my
legs, my thighs, my pussy.
And then, she must have slid off the bed onto the floor,
her hot breath was right there, right on me. And then, I
felt it. The wonderful sensation of a hot moist tongue
sliding its way across my pussy lips. Again and again.
Then softly, insistently pushing, getting inside a
little bit. Licking. Then sucking.
She found my clit, engorged, and circled it with her
tongue. She pushed my button and I almost squealed in
delight. I lay back against the wall, an uncomfortable
position but I hardly noticed, overcome with the
sensations of Sara’s tongue working me over. My hips
lifted up, wanting more, wanting to get her whole tongue
inside me, wanting her hot mouth to envelop my moist
pussy.
It felt like my whole body was swirling down into a
point right between my legs. Sara licked me, up and down
my slit, sliding her tongue over my labia, probing into
little folds of skin I barely knew existed. In moments
that seemed to last forever, I listened to my ragged
breathing in the darkness, while her tongue wormed its
way into my pussy, mingling her saliva with my juices.
I was so hot I couldn’t stand it. Her tongue was
everywhere on and in me, flicking my clit and slurping
away. My eyes were still clamped shut, flecks of red
danced on my eyelids. Far away I heard a girl moaning in
pleasure. The sounds were coming from me. Pleasure shot
through me, I was high with delight. And then, very
quietly, I said “Oh,” and sighed.
I had come, peaked, been delirious with sensation,
writhing on the bed. I opened my eyes slowly, coming
back to the world. Sara had backed off my sensitive clit
and was petting my thighs. Her other hand was between
her legs, insistently rubbing her pussy through her
dress.
It had all been over so fast. Sara just sat there,
looking up at me expectantly. She was still
masturbating, eyes half-attentive. I felt electric,
charged up by my recent orgasm. I felt like I wanted
something more.
“That would work better without your dress on,” I told
her. She giggled, and then before I knew it her dress
was off, and she was sitting on the bed with me, her
wearing just underwear, and me naked from the waist
down.
Sara had her hand down her panties and was rhythmically
stroking herself, grinding her palm against her crotch.
I was entranced by her body. I’ve seen plenty of other
girls naked before, but this was way different. She was
looking at me and her expression was masked with
arousal. And then I knew what I wanted.
I wanted that sensation of hot breath on my pussy, but I
wanted it all over my body. I wanted hot skin to touch
mine, I wanted friction, I wanted heat. It had been too
long, and I wanted it now.
All I did was put my hand on her shoulder. Just a little
touch, but it said everything. Because then she was
right up against me, arms around me, and I could feel
the heat of her body. I pulled her to me and just held
her close for a minute, my head on her shoulder,
absorbing the feel and the smell of her. She started
kissing my neck and I responded to her, stroking her
body and pulling her down onto the bed on top of me.
She was panting, hungrily devouring me. She hadn’t got
off yet and I could feel her wet pussy grinding against
my leg. It was hot and slid around as she humped against
me. Her lips found mine and I wrapped my arms around her
and we kissed deeply.
I was entranced by her. I had needed a hot body next to
mine for so long, and now I was drinking it in large
gulps. My whole world was in her lips, her hair, her
body pressing down on mine. I didn’t even notice when
the door opened. All of a sudden I saw that Nicole was
standing right next to the bed and I was jerked into
awareness.
I startled and stopped kissing Sara, lightly pushing her
away. I broke into a heavy blush when I saw that Nicole
wasn’t alone. Standing next to her was another girl with
short black hair and a boyish face. I tried to get up,
but Sara was on top of me and I wasn’t trying that hard.
“I told you they’d end up like that,” Nicole told the
other girl with a smile. The other girl nodded.
“I see you’ve found a playmate, Sara,” this new girl
said. “You two look darling together.” Then she leaned
over, and she and Nicole kissed! They kissed open-
mouthed for a few moments, and then slowly broke their
embrace.
Nicole looked over at me, lying there on the bed, with
Sara mostly naked on top of me. “Oh dear,” she said to
me, “You’re going to have *so* much fun from now on.”