Message-ID: <44044asstr$1061374203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030820034152.32835.qmail@web60001.mail.yahoo.com> From: Ginny Walker MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 20:41:52 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} College Kiss Date: Wed, 20 Aug 2003 06:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar I just felt like I had to post this story even though I haven't even proofed it yet (I hope to clean it up shortly). I wrote pretty much the entire thing with one hand since my other one never left my panties! I genuinely hope you come half as many times as I came writing it. luv, Ginny WARNING: READ THE ENTIRE INTRO THOROUGHLY BEFORE READING ANY OF MY STORIES SO THAT YOU WILL NOT BE OFFENDED BY THE MATERIAL. This short story is based on an email I received in response to my request for First Time Experiences. This story contains the graphical account of consensual sex between two college girls. I would love for you to email me your experiences to inspire future stories. My favorite subject matter involves first time experiences, innocence lost, lactation, reluctance, and tribadism. In these stories I seek to share what I believe are beautiful, erotic and enlightening experiences of real women. My goal is to get you dripping wet - and if you cum, I'll feel I've done my job. Please email me if you do at wcollege2001@yahoo.com Future stories will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001 ----------------------------------------------- -------------- "College Kiss" by Ginny Walker, 2003 wcollege2001@yahoo.com F/F, 1st, Trib August of last year was my first first time away from home for any length of time. I started my Freshman year at Covenant College in Lookout Mountain, Georgia. My parents thought it best that I go to a Christian college instead of a secular state school like the University of Georgia. They thought there would be too many bad influences and that my innocence would be more protected at Covenant College. I'm sure my dad was also thrilled with the "added benefit" that girls outnumbered boys nearly three to one. That didn't concern me too much though, since I wasn't all that boy crazy at the time. I was, however, looking forward to the prospect that I might experience my first kiss. And the threat of having to beat out two other girls to get to my share of the ration of boys didn't scare me too much - I had always been pursued by boys and had plenty of confidence in my look and figure. Tiffany arrived at the doorstep two days later "I think I'm your roommate", she stammered, hardly able to keep eye contact. I introduced myself and couldn't help but feel like my situation has just improved from slightly from 3:1 to 2.9:1 - Tiffany wasn't ugly, but she made herself appear a little homely. Her clothes were frumpy, her hair was blah, she wore no makeup, and her glasses didn't do anything to improve her situation. After feeling somewhat guilty for finding pleasure in her "plainness", I went out of my way to be nice to Tiffany. Turns out we had a lot in common and we even wound up being from neighboring towns. Although we only shared one class time together, we both had 4 of the same courses. This was super convenient as we could help each other study for most of our classes. The class we did have together turned out to also be our hardest, Old Testament Civilizations (at least it was very interesting) . Tiff and I grew to be great friends in a short amount of time. Besides spending a lot of time studying together, we also hung out together on the weekends. Shopping was our favorite pastime. I got Tiff to buy some more spunky clothes (I think this was the first tank top she ever owned). And I convinced her wear a touch of makeup (it's amazing what a hint of blush alone can do). One weekend we even got our hair cut together. When we pulled our hair back in ponytails, we almost looked like sisters. I laughed to myself - here I was helping my competition - and the horrible thought popped into my head, what if the guy that was supposed to give me my first kiss, gave it to her instead. As close as we had become, it occurred to me that I really didn't know if Tiffany had ever even kissed a boy, much less messed around with one. It didn't seem possible - heck, she was so shy it me 4 weeks as her roommate before I even saw her in her underwear (and it was white a cotton bra and panties, Parochial School Stan dard Issue). Over the next few months at Covenant, something began to seem different between Tiff an I. It was hard to put into words, but out relationship seemed to transform. We became more than friends. There was almost a dependency. During the times we would spend apart, there was a feeling of emptiness. Out time together was conflicted - at times there was a contentment and a peace, other times there was a trepidation or awkwardness. There was an embarrassment and tension when one of us would walk in on the other while showering or sitting on the toilet - something that had not previously existed between us. And it seemed as if Tiff was careful not to undress in front of me and avoided seeing me undressing. Still the bond between us seemed stronger than ever. Maybe these feelings were a normal part of growing up, or maybe they stemmed from the fact I had for the first time begun to secretly masturbate on occasion. Maybe Tiffany somehow knew what I was doing. Within a week the tensions would reach a new height, as Tiff surprised me when she returned from a canceled class and hour early and I was masturbating under my covers. She looked horrified and it was the most embarrassing moment of my life being caught wet handed like that. She scurried off into the bathroom which gave me time to pick my jeans up off the floor and get them back on. We never talked about that incident or the awkwardness we were feeling at times. A couple of days later I was completely wiped out by my period. I felt like I went skydiving and forgot to pull the cord. I missed all my classes and didn't even go out to eat for two days. Tiff was my savior - she went out and brought me food back, she'd change the radio station for me, and even did my laundry. That night I was aching with back pain, and even three ibuprofen wasn't taking much of the edge off. Tiff offered to give me a back rub. I laid face down on my bed and Tiff pushed my tshirt up to my shoulders. It felt fantastic! Her hands seemed to find every ache and with touch of her skin on mine, seemed to bring angelic relief to that spot. I couldn't help but moan continuously from the soothing effect she had on me. When she finished, I rolled over half way. My eyes met hers in a prolonged and extremely awkward stare. She glanced down, then away. I looked down and realized my shirt was still hiked up and exposing my bare breasts. I quickly yanked it down as I turned a shade not much different from the color of my red t-shirt. I woke up feeling much better. I showered, taking an extra hot and long one to further sooth my sore muscles. After drying off I proceeded to brush my teeth and do my makeup, leaving the towel on the counter since the bathroom had really steamed up due to my lengthy shower. It was about ten minutes late that Tiff came barging into the bathroom. I guess she had been holding it for quite a while. We both shared a look of surprise as I stood there completely naked. As I picked up my towel, Tiffany was already peeing on the pot. Again, our eyes met met in an uncomfortable exchange. Tiff was just about ready for class and I was just about to head out the door when she said, "Can I talk to you, Annie?" I told her I was late for class but we could talk in the afternoon before OT Civs. We somehow missed each other before class and Tiff showed up ten minutes late for class. She sat down next to me and had this pensive look on her face. An hour and a half later class was over and we were leaving. I was done for the day but Tiff had English Lit still to go. "I'll walk you to class", I told her, thinking she could tell me what she had wanted to this morning. We were walking alongside the pond in front of the English building when I asked her, "Tiff, did you still need to talk to me?". She stopped by a tree next to the pond. She swung around so we were standing face to face. She looked down as if she was contemplating something very important she needed to discuss. Finally looking up and into my eyes, she remained motionless and speechless for what had to be the longest thirty seconds of my life. In the midst of the silence she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. It was a momentary press of her lips against mine, straight on, her nose bumping into mine a bit. It was a peck real ly, but it rendered me flushed and completely self conscious. I couldn't even speak. What was that!, I thought to myself. Tiff was the first to speak. "Annie, I love you", she said pleadingly. "I want the world to know!", she insisted. "I can't take this anymore", and with that she again leaned to me - this time tilting her head to the left as her lips covered my mouth. Unlike the first peck which was brief and quite a shock, I knew this kiss was coming and this time it lingered. I responded by placing my hands on her shoulder to push her away. But before I could will to shove her, I felt her hand cradle my elbow, then her other one embraced my waist. Her touch neutralized my defenses completely and I melted into this kiss. My eyes closed and my lips now kissed her back. My mouth went numb and I could feel the hairs on my arms stand up with goose bumps as passion overcame me like I had never known. We kissed lovingly as my right hand softly caressed her left shoulder and my left hand moved up to nuzzle her neck. I don't know how long that kiss lasted, I only know that it reshaped the essence of who I was and directed who I would become more powerfully than four years at a university could ever hope to achieve. Tiffany finally pulled back slightly as I stood there literally trembling in front of that pond. Taking me by the hand she simply said, "Let's go", and she led us past the English building and towards our dorm. She never let go of my hand the whole walk back and it felt as though her skin were burning mine as her hand led me with determination. Fear began to well up within me surrounding what awaited us back inside our dorm. It had previously been the familiarity and safety of my home away from home. Now there was only the unknown and the perilous. Oh how I wanted a way out at that moment. But that was not to be - I was destined to take this journey. Once inside Tiffany led me directly to my bed. I could still taste her lips in my mouth as she eased me onto the bed. We both sat leaning on one thigh. Tiff looked as if she were going to say something, but instead reached to me and holding my cheek and neck in her hand , pulled me towards her as we again kissed - this time, opened mouth. Kissing Tiff felt so wonderful! My fear melted away into sexual lust. There was no denying the pleasure and arousal I was experiencing as my nipples became puffy and I could feel my vagina beginning to lubricate. I never wanted to let go of her lips, they felt so good pressing and sliding against mine - so hot and soft. Each moment seemed to undo me, peeling away layers of my inhibitions and notions of what was normal and proper. The reality that I was receiving the first kiss I had been looking forward to all my life hit me right between the eyes and I captured Tiffany's tongue with my lips and sucked her into my mouth, striving to get her tongue down my throat. Our awkwardness together vanished as we kissed like two enraptured lovers. My sensibility flared and I pulled away, saying "We shouldn't be doing this". Tiffany asked me, "Does this feel bad?" Without waiting for my answer she continued, "Then why would it be bad? " I was unable to answer with words, but Tiff read my soul. She slipped her glasses off and dropped them off the side of the bed, then scootched closer to me on the bed and again kissed me without inhibition. Pushing all rational thoughts out of my head, my body began to instead respond according to the will of the heat that was building within my womb. Each of us seemingly unsure about the next move, something within me guided my actions and I rested my left hand just above Tiff's right breast. Each small s tep serving to guide the next, I felt Tiff's hand upon my inner thigh. In an unconscious act of submission, I instinctively eased my leg open, symbolically offering Tiffany access to my most sacred place. I opened my mouth wide and pressed into Tiffany, my tongue gliding past her soft lips and reaching all the way to the back of mouth. As I tickled the back of her tongue, I slid my hand down slightly until I held her breast in my wanton hand. Unable to control my desires, I speedily moved my hand down and up under her blouse. Bending my fingers slightly, I grazed my fingernails over her flesh and was able to slip unencumbered beneath the taut elastic band as the base of her bra. My hand penetrated the confines of her small B-cup where it encountered the unmatched sensuality of a girl's bare breast. Tiffany moaned into my mouth as her nipple was captured by my seeking fingers. I could feel her pale orb respond to my exploration as her nipple became erect between my fingers and her areola became puckered and pronounced with texture. Again thoughts flooded my mind: What had led me to this point, and why did another girl's breast in my hand feel so completely enticing and satisfying? But there was no room for reason at that moment, only desire. And my desire drove me to do things I never could have imagined. Bending my wrist I lifted my arm, moving Tiffany's blouse with it. Now seeing with my eyes the beauty and source of my arousal that had so far been known only to my hand. The sight was truly magnificent, her nipple had become a deep red as blood coursed through each capillary, magnifying the sensitivity. Reacting exclusively to the beauty of her seductive breast, I brought my mouth down to her, allowing her nipple to enter my mouth. At first it felt strange having another girl's breast in my mouth but my boldness grew as the erotic sound of her moan and the soft feeling of her smooth nipple within my mouth encouraged me. Soon I was suckling with the enthusiasm and contentment of a newborn baby at her mother's bosom. Tiff had moved her hand up my thigh and was now rubbing my pussy through my jeans. God how I wished there wasn't the obstruction of that thick denim just then. I was too revolted at what I was feeling and thinking, even more so at the thought of possibly asking her to do what I needed. But Tiffany shared not only a common anatomy, she also shared my feminine needs. She began to work her hand past the tight waistband of my jeans and towards the warmth and wetness confined within. I spread my legs wide and tipped my hips up to meet her. I could feel her hand just beginning to tease the sparse hair at the top of my womanhood, but she could not wrestle past my unrelenting jeans. Determined to move things forward, Tiffany pushed me back, releasing her nipple from my mouth with a loud smack and forcing me flat on the bed laying back. She attacked the snap of my jeans and yanked them down and off. She stood long enough to do likewise, revealing metallic bikini panties that were a contradiction compared to the cotton briefs she used to wear. She then her blouse and bra up over her head and dropped them to the floor before coming to me and cuddling. Her legs were together and she lied between my thighs. Our contact felt good as she slid up and down in a barely perceptible stroke. Rubbing panty to panty, the slick metallic polyester slipped easily past each other, but the friction against my vulva was driving me wild. The desire for release caused me to gradually spread my legs wide so that Tiff was tight up against me as our pussies continued to grind into each other. Our vaginas were oozing, soaking our panties first, and then creating a huge wet spot on the sheets. Desiring more direct and intimate contact, Tiff reached down and yanked my panties down and off and pushed her just below her knees, before returning to her position between my outstretched legs. Oh god, the feel of her bare pussy on mine was the most incredible feeling I have ever experience and about the most beautiful act I had ever witnessed. I held her hips as she slowly gyrated into me. Our pussies mashed together, soon sliding effortlessly in a wet rhythm as her lubrication began to flow from her vagina into mine. This slick feeling was even more comfortable and pleasurable and we progressed to a fierce grinding. I remember thinking how bizarre this humping was - it seemed like something reserved for a man and a woman - yet here we were, two girls, our bodies moving together in a "counterfeit" form of intercourse, yet producing the identical effect shared by a heterosexual couple. I was feeling intense pleasure and I became hypnotized by the sounds of our pussies sloshing together and making "kissing" sounds. Suction would form between our labia as vulva pressed against, and then slid across vulva. As I would roll my hips down, the suction would be released when Tiff's pussy would slide up over my pubic bone, making slurping sound as it did so. We fucked like this for at least 20 minutes. The longevity of it was such a exciting experience for me - god I never wanted it to end! I felt Tiffany pick up her rhythm and she began to fuck her pussy into mine with more effort. I bucked my hips back into her as she began to come. Her scream of ecstasy and the look of unbridled passion on her face overtook me and I began to come with her. My orgasm was unlike anything I had experienced during my short masturbation career. I felt so complete at that moment - although our penetration may have been limited to labia pressing between labia, it felt as though Tiff's pussy was deep inside my vagina. I reveled in the afterglow as I felt her cum pour into my vagina, warming my labia and the entrance to my vagina as her hot cream flowed past. Two people could could not have been closer than that. With every move of a muscle, I could feel her labia glide inside my vulva. I realized how love making between two women was unique - our bodies perfectly matched, breast giving pleasure to breast, pussy giving pleasure to pussy. Tiffany and I had consummated our love for each other that night. We shared an intimacy I never could have imagined two people could share - much less two girls. As close as we had become, as much life experience and female bonding as we had explored together, it paled compared to the physical and emotional closeness we were sharing together that night. It felt as though we were one body. A part of her was inside of me and this was more stimulating than anything I had ever experienced. What a perfect mating of two bodies this was. -THE ENDby Ginny Walker, 2003 Wet Yet? If so email me at wcollege2001@yahoo.com Future stories will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001 __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! 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