Message-ID: <2625eli$9708041512@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: TN Heat Subject: One Winter Night in College (FF) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <33E40D7B.1373@super.zippo.com> Caution- Sexually explicit adult reading material, intended for those at least 18 years of age. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I have recently written about a couple of real life sexual experiences of mine. One of these days I’m going to try my hand at pure fiction, but in the meantime I thought I would take another crack at one more true story from my past. Hope you enjoy. Katie tngirl@hotmail.com tn_heat@super.zippo.com ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anyone who has gone away to college can recall what a whirlwind experience it is. New town, new living quarters, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. I was no different when, at the tender age of 18 I arrived at a small college campus in Tennessee for freshmen orientation. While dorm life came with its share of rules and restrictions, my college was comparatively liberal. Regardless, I was escaping two overprotective, old fashioned parents. Life on just about any campus was bound to offer more freedom than I had ever know before. Perhaps it was a little bit of a rebellious streak, but in many ways I set out to make up for lost time. Drinking, late night partying, and yes, even sex. I was not a virgin when I entered college- I had surrendered that honor to my high school sweetheart. However, he was the only boy with whom I had "gone all the way." For what it’s worth though, I can tell you I didn’t have intercourse that freshman year. What I did do was date 3-4 different boys, and engage in heavy petting with all of them, and oral sex with 2 of them. Not mind blowing I know, but quite a departure from my previous prudish lifestyle. But that’s not really the subject of this story. Just a little background to let you understand where I came from, and my frame of mind- bold, open-minded, and willing to buck conventions. Not that I’m not ashamed of what I am about to tell you . . . maybe I’m still trying to convince myself that it was a once in a lifetime experience, because of some deep-rooted fear of admitting I’m bisexual. Maria was one of my "suitemates". The girl’s dorm at my college consisted of suites, each made up of a common bathroom, flanked on two sides by a parlor. The parlors had doors that opened onto an exterior walkway, much like a motel. Off each parlor were two bedrooms. Typically each suite had three double rooms, and one single room. (Single rooms usually were reserved for seniors.) In dorm-speak, the girl who shared your bedroom was your only roommate. Other girls in the suite were called suitemates. Maria was on a tennis scholarship. She was gregarious and made friends easily. However, she didn’t as far as any of us knew, date any boys that year. She never talked about past boyfriends either. This, combined with her athletic ability and "tomboy" looks no doubt accounted for the oft whispered rumor that Maria was a lesbian. While this possibility bothered one or two of our suitemates, I concealed and even suppressed whatever prejudice I might have had. Enjoying my liberation from home life, and immersed in the intellectual stimulation of a liberal arts curriculum, I was determine to show I was more tolerant than your average 18 year old. (Yes, I even went to a Greenpeace seminar!) When I say it "bothered" a couple of our suitemates, I don’t mean to exaggerate the situation. Everyone treated Maria nicely, and I think, genuinely liked her. Other than a couple of snide comments made out of her hearing, you would never have known her possible sexual orientation was an issue with anyone. For example, no one was any less modest around Maria, than when around any of the other girls. A couple of the girls were very modest around all the girls, waiting to shower when everyone else was gone or in bed, and even then, traveling to and from the shower thoroughly concealed in a towel or robe. The other girls, myself included, were much less modest, walking around stark naked, and even occasionally slapping each other’s bare ass. If I had to guess, I would say that the less modest girls perhaps came from a big family, or, as in my case, had participated in high school athletics and were used to being around nudity in locker rooms. I never had anything more than a fleeting fantasy about making it with another girl, however, this never prevented me from checking out my peers and assessing their goods. I always attributed this to natural curiosity, or maybe my competitive streak. Of course, the unwritten rule was that you shouldn’t get caught looking, and by all means, never stare. In my opinion, my roommate Janie had the best body in the suite. Beautiful figure, large, full breasts, and a cute, pear shaped ass. She carried a few extra pounds, but they seem to be distributed in all the right places. I have to admit I spent many a night stealing glances at her gorgeous breasts, while she sat in bed topless, brushing her hair before getting ready for bed. I always thought it was envy more than anything else, but in retrospect, I know I found her sexy. Maria, on the other hand, was clearly in the best shape. This was no doubt due to tennis, her main sport, and swimming, a sport she had abandoned after high school. Maria was tall, about 5-9. Not an ounce of fat. Broad shoulders, firm legs. However, she was almost as flat as the proverbial board. I can’t judge cup sizes from looking, but when she laid on her back there was virtually no evidence of boobs visible under her nightshirt. This is not to say she had a man’s chest. She had round, puffy nipples that were, depending on the climate and other factors at the time, clearly noticeable under her shirt. I guess I fell somewhere in the middle. Next to Maria, I was in the best shape. I was almost as tall as her, coming in at 5-7. I always thought of myself as small chested, but compared to Maria, I was well endowed with my 34B’s. Plus, I have always prided myself on my legs and ass, and they have earned me many compliments over the years. But, on to the night that was the catalyst for this story. It was Christmas break. Almost all of the girls had gone home to spend Christmas. In fact, there were probably less than a dozen students, men and women, still on campus. Although I spent a couple around Christmas Day at home, I had a work-study job in library which for some reason, was still open for most of the break. Maria was the only other girl in my suite during the break. Her parents were spending Christmas in Australia, and for reasons I never understood, she declined an invitation to travel with them. As it turned out, this was a good opportunity for Maria and I to become closer friends. The cafeteria was closed during Christmas break, so we subsisted primarily on fast food. We spent several late nights at a local hamburger joint, munching fries and talking way past midnight. We also had a lot of spare time around the suite to chat and get to know each other. I found I genuinely liked her, perhaps more than any of my other suitemates. I was especially taken with her sense of humor. On this particular evening, Maria and I got back to the dorm at about 9:00 after eating at a local pizza joint. As we walked in from the dorm parking lot I was struck by how clear the sky night sky was, and how many stars we could see. Even though our campus was quite wooded, it was in the middle of a large city, and you usually couldn’t see that many stars, thanks to light pollution. The air that night seemed especially crisp and clean. We were in the middle of an unusual cold snap, and nighttime lows were expected to be in the teens. Another thing that struck me was the silence. Cold air always seems quieter to me- maybe there is a scientific explanation for it, I don’t know. Anyway, the cold, combined with the desertion of Christmas break cast a stark silence over the campus. We scurried into the suite, shivering from the cold and rubbing our hands together. Maria had gotten a small combination VCR and television for Christmas, and we planned to spend the rest of the evening watching a movie. However, even before we were out of our coats we could tell something was not right. The cool air on our faces indicated that the always unpredictable heating system was on the blink. I tried to call the only resident assistant on duty, but got no answer. A visit down the hall to another Christmas hold-out revealed that the heat must have been out for the entire dorm. I suppose the sensible thing to do would have been to pitch in on a motel room somewhere, but frankly, the thought never dawned on us. We resigned ourselves to toughing it out. Maria moved the TV into her bedroom. We cuddled up together on a single twin bed, wearing sweat pants and sweat shirts. This, combined with an adorable homemade quilt, and our own body heat, made for a fairly comfortable way to brave the cold. Only my nose was cold! Now, I would be less than honest if I told you that I never once stopped to think about the implications of cuddling up in bed with a suspected lesbian. In fact, I worried briefly about the possibility of another suitemate showing up unexpectedly and surprising us, and drawing the wrong conclusion. However, I can say that I did not believe for an instant that Maria might actually make a pass at me. When the thought flickered through mind, I dismissed it instantly. Yet, somewhere, in the deep recesses of my mind, I know now that the thought intrigued me. Shortly after we started the movie, Maria had a brilliant notion. One of the girls had a little drip coffee maker. Using that, and a bottle of some sort of chocolate liqueur pilfered from another suitemate, Maria made a delicious and warming concoction that I guess was something like Swiss Mocha coffee. The video was National Lampoon’s Fast Times at Ridgemont High. By the time the movie was in full swing, we were both feeling a buzz from the spiked coffee, and were giggling way out of proportion to the actual comedy of the move. There is a really cool scene in the movie. Sort of a dreamlike scene set to the Cars’ tune "Moving in Stereo". In this scene Phoebe Cates emerges from a swimming pool in slow motion, topless. At this point, Maria and I both feigned embarrassment, then giggled like silly school girls. I then surprised myself by saying "nice hooters!" Maria giggled again, then said, "Yeah, anything’s nice when you’re built like me." We both laughed until we were red in the face. "You don’t have anything to be ashamed of Maria. I’m not much bigger than you." I knew this to be untrue, but I hoped it would make her feel better. "Nope, nope, nope," Maria replied with a slight alcohol induced slur, "Compared to me you’re a regular Dolly Parton." "I’m so sure . . . NOT!" I retorted. With that, we both hooted and giggled again. I retired to the bathroom to pee. While sitting on the toilet I was struck with an inspiration. I can’t say now if it was just drunken silliness, or if I had ulterior motives that I was afraid to admit to myself. In any event, I piled my hair on top of my head and hastily secured it with some hair clips, trying to effect the "biggest" hairdo I could in a short time. Next, I whipped my sweatshirt and bra off, and grabbing a can of deodorant, strutted back into Maria’s room, all the while singing at the top of my lungs into the deodorant- microphone, the theme song from "Nine to Five". Maria guffawed at the top of her lungs, and when she finally caught her breath, managed to gasp out, "Oh no, it IS Dolly Parton!" I fell on bed in a fit of laughter myself. When we both calmed down I lay back on my elbows, looking at the TV, and noticed that the cold had my nipples at full erection. When I was even younger, I used to be self-conscious about my nipples. They stick out a good half inch when erect. I blurted out "Damn my titties are cold!" Maria threw back the covers and I joined her in the warmth of the bed. As we cuddled up and resumed watching the movie, I could feel my stiff nipples brush against the soft fleece of Maria’s sweatshirt once or twice. I know she had to feel my turgid nubs poking her once or twice too, and it may have been my imagination, but I thought I heard her breathing quicken. Half trying to be funny, and half for reasons I still don’t fully understand, I continued staring straight at the TV, and in my best dead pan said "You know what this means, of course." "No, what?" asked Maria. "It’s only fair," I said. "What?" she asked. "I showed you mine, now you have to show me yours." Maria laughed out loud. "Honey, since I ain’t got nothing to show anyway, I don’t mind who looks." And with that, Maria rustled under the covers until, still secluded from view, she produced her sweatshirt and tossed it in the corner. "Fine," I said, "But I still can’t see anything!" "Tough luck," Maria replied, "But it’s just too damn cold. I’m staying right under here." With that, she faked a shiver, and buried herself deeper under the covers. I nestled up against her and said "You’re right, it’s damn cold in here! Let’s get warm." We turned to face each other and snuggled up together. For the first time ever, my naked breasts touched another girl. My protruding nipples must have been digging into her flesh, because I could feel them bending under the pressure. We were turned, cheek to cheek, unable to see each other’s eyes. We lay silently for a moment. In spite of the noise from TV, I was suddenly very conscious of our heavy breathing. For the first time, I realized that I was definitely turned on, and a familiar tingle told me my panties were getting moist. Thank goodness for my heavy sweatpants! I calculated my next move. I desperately wanted to feel her little rosebud titties, but could not muster the nerve. Instead, I reached around to encircle her with my arms, as if I were trying to keep us warm, and began to caress her back. When I did, her face turned toward mine and we looked in each others eyes for a moment. Then, Maria leaned over and kissed me softly on the forehead, and caressed my neck. I pulled her close and hugged her hard, still caressing her back. When our embrace broke and we were again face to face again, it was my turn to kiss her. This time, a little peck on her lips. Then another, slightly longer kiss. Then another, even longer. Then a long kiss, full on the lips. I felt her lips part slightly, and my tongue made a quick, tentative exploration into her mouth. She responded by opening her mouth more, and letting her tongue meet mine. We began to kiss passionately, our hands running through each others’ hair. It was Maria who made the next move. I felt a pleasant tingle as her hands came to rest softly on my naked breasts. At first she just cupped them over my breasts. Then, as if gaining confidence, she began to gently knead them. I let out a little involuntary moan as her fingers made their way to my long nipples for a little squeeze. Her touch there electrified me and emboldened me. I moved back slightly so we could both have better access, and I moved my hands up to Maria’s breasts. There was barely enough flesh there for me to squeeze, but I had no trouble identifying her large puffy nipples by touch. Her hands continued to alternately kneading my breasts and tweaking my erect nipples. "Can I please see them?" she asked tentatively. I was touched by the innocence in her voice. It was obvious that she was fascinated with my larger breasts, so unlike her own. "Sure," I said, as I pulled the covers down to my waist. I looked down at my breasts, illuminated only by the glow from the television. My nipples were indeed standing at attention, and my aereola were drawn tight and dimpled from the cold air. "Wow," Maria said in a low husky voice, "They’re beautiful Katie." "Thanks, I’m glad you like them. Go ahead, check them out." Maria returned to feeling me up, hefting my breasts in her hands, lightly pinching my nipples, examining the way my flesh yielded to her touch, then rebounded. By now, the covers had shifted down below Maria’s chest, and I took the opportunity to get a closer look at her breasts too. We lay there for several minutes facing each other on our sides, caressing and observing each others titties. I consciously let out a few well timed sighs and moans, wanting to encourage Maria, and communicate to her that her touch was pleasurable to me. Finally, when she gently rolled both nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, I let out a little gasp. "Ahhh, that feels nice." "You like that?" Maria asked. "God yes, that feels soooo nice. My nipples are so sensitive. It used to drive me crazy when my boyfriend sucked them." Maria took the hint and pushed me over until I was flat on my back. She moved down slightly until her head was poised above my breasts, now heaving in time to my breathing. Feeling more assured, she did not ask permission this time. I felt her warm breath for an instant before her warm, soft lips opened and engulfed my stiff nipple. I cradled her head in my arms and stroked the back of her head. "Oh baby, yes, thank you!" I moaned softly. Maria suckled gently, varying the sensations by occasionally flicking her tongue over my nipple, and lightly biting with her teeth. She was more gentle than my boyfriend, and was more considerate too. When her mouth left one breast to move to the other, she covered the abandoned breast with her hand, protecting it from the chilly air. My cunny was now on fire, and I felt a level of excitement that I had never experienced with a boy, or at my own hands. "Lay on top of me for a minute," I commanded. Maria adjusted the covers and stretched out on top of me, supporting herself on her elbows and looking into my eyes. "What?" she asked. "I want to feel you against me." I pulled her close until her puffy nipples brushed against my own erect nubs. We both sighed together, reveling in the sensations. Maria supported herself and deliberately brushed her bare nipples against my breasts, back and forth, round and round. I was heady with lust for her, but was unsure about how to proceed, never having never made love to a girl. I place my arms around her, under her arms, and silently pulled her tight against me again, causing her to bury her head against my neck. Unconsciously, my leg had found its way between her legs, and had begun to gently rub up against her crotch, still impeded by the sweat pants we both wore. Maria kissed my neck gently, her hot breath on my neck intensifying my excitement. She raised her head up to again look into my eyes, and our lips met in a passionate kiss. As we kissed, long and deep, my hands moved down her strong, bare back until they met the waistband of her sweats. In one motion I slipped my hands underneath her sweats and panties. I paused for a moment, hoping she wouldn’t stop me. When she continued to kiss me, I moved my hands further down until they were extended over the soft skin of her firm ass. The next kiss was especially deep and hot, and with that I cupped her ass cheeks and squeezed firmly. Maria was now dry humping my slightly raised knee. I held on tight to her ass, and guided her in her as she ground her pubic bone against my upper leg. She was breathing faster and faster and the intensity of her grinding was increasing. Suddenly, her grinding stopped and she shuddered in my arms, her breath becoming quick little gasps, and I realized that Maria had cum! We lay quietly for a few moments in each others arms. "Wanna get out of these sweats? I asked. "Yeah," Maria replied, still breathless. We sat up and stripped out of our remaining clothes. Maria laid back against the pillows and I surveyed her body. While I had seen her naked in the bathroom numerous times, I had never been this close before, nor free to look without fear of being caught. Her aereola were still swollen, and I sensed that they were flush with blood from her excitement. Her stomach was taut. Her legs were toned. I was particularly fascinated by her close cropped pubic hair, perhaps a hold over from her days as a swimmer. In contrast, my patch was wild and bushy, for I was not to take up shaving for a couple of years yet. I lay beside her and we turned to face each other on our sides again. My hands returned to her ass and after caressing her skin gently for a few moments, I began to firmly knead her cheeks. She returned the favor, causing tingles to shoot from my pussy up to my titties. Then, I thought I might faint as I felt her hand move to my front and reach between my legs. I bent one leg and pointed my knee up in the air to give her better access. She stared in my eyes then leaned to kiss me as her hand found the lips of my vagina. As Maria began to rub my outer lips in a circular motion, I could tell from the sensations that my pussy was sopping wet. I could feel my own orgasm begin to build. With two fingers, Maria parted my swollen pussy lips, working her way into my slick gash. She began to gently rub my clit, stopping every few seconds to dip her fingers deep into my pussy. I reached down and found her opening, and soon we were frantically masturbating each other, pausing every once in a while to rub out tits together or to kiss. Once again, Maria came with little warning, only this time it was more violent. When her orgasm subsided, she told me to lie back. She moved between my legs and putting her hands on my knees, she spread my legs open. Using two fingers of her right hand she began to finger fuck me. Meanwhile, she lay her left hand flat on my pubic bone and used the thumb to rub my clit. I knew I couldn’t last long at this pace. "Mind if I play with my titties?" I asked, a little self conscious about pleasuring myself in front of her. "Please do." I crossed my hands over my chest, my left hand on my right breast, and vice versa. I massaged my breasts and teased my nipples as Maria continued to work my pussy over. After about a minute, I felt myself peaking. "I’m gonna cum baby," I announced. Maria picked up the pace and within seconds I had the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced. My hips bucked off the bed, thrusting against Maria’s hands, and I literally saw stars as the blood rushed from head and my pussy spasmed around Maria’s soaking wet fingers. As my trembling subsided, Maria moved back up beside me. She pulled the covers up over us and I held her in my arms, tenderly kissing her on the head. We slept together all night like that. By the time we awaked the next morning, the heat had been restored. Taking advantage of the Christmas Break privacy, we showered together. While we didn’t give each other orgasms, the simple acts of scrubbing each others backs and lathering each others breasts brought me newfound sensual pleasures. Maria and I never spoke of that night. We did make love once more during the spring semester, but it was more a purely physical act, and somehow lacking the tenderness of that first encounter. I certainly don’t consider myself a lesbian, but I guess I’ve proven I’m bisexual. I have never been with a woman since Maria, but I will always remember that evening in a special way, for in many respects it was the most loving, passionate sex I’ve ever had. ---------------------- Katie TN_Heat@super.zippo.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /