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   Kristy Kissed a Girl - And She Liked It

   his is my second story inspired by my lovely sister Kristy.  The story
is fiction, but knowing Kristy, her introduction to girl-girl sex might
have happened just like this!

   ***

   It didn't take Kristy Spencer long to settle into the routine of
sorority life.  She adored her fellow Sisters of Epsilon Nu Gamma Sorority,
and they liked her as much.  The sorority stressed academic achievement,
and the Sisters were quick to help any one of their number who might be
struggling in a given subject.  Kristy had completed her freshman year with
a grade point average of two-point-nine, but after joining ENG, halfway
through her sophomore year she was up to three-point-one.

   But so much hard work didn't mean the Sisters were deprived of their
share of fun, too.  Individually or in groups, the Sisters had something
going on virtually every Friday and Saturday night, and it rarely included
studying.

   Kristy never had any trouble attracting guys to begin with, but as a
Sister of ENG, she had a date nearly every Friday, and a party to go to on
most Saturdays.  Regardless of her almost unlimited opportunities, though,
she was extremely selective as to whom she slept with.  It wasn't that she
had reservations about having sex, not at all.  It was just that her
standards were high, and only those guys she deemed worthy were allowed the
pleasure of her body.

   And a gorgeous body it was.  Kristy had struggled with her weight for
much of her life, fighting to keep off that extra ten to fifteen pounds. 
But a careful diet and endless workouts were paying off, and she had a
perfect hourglass figure topped by large yet firm breasts.  She had thick,
straight black hair past her shoulders, a dazzling smile, high cheekbones
and sparkling brown eyes.  Even among her ENG Sisters, she was quite
possibly the most beautiful of them all.

   So when Sister Melinda, the sorority vice president, noticed that Kristy
wasn't preparing to go out one Friday evening late in the winter, she was
naturally curious.

   "Are you feeling all right, Kristy?" she asked, concern in her voice.

   "Oh, hi, Sister Melinda." Simply out of habit, most of the newer members
of the sorority addressed the more senior girls as 'Sister.' "Yeah, I'm
fine.  My date, you know Scott?  He called off this afternoon.  Said his
grandfather died."

   "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

   "Yeah," Kristy replied bitterly.  "Scott called off a date with
Christina last fall, with the same excuse."

   "That's so sad, losing both grandfathers so close together."

   "You think?  He had a THIRD grandfather who died last year, when he had
a date with Sister Beth."

   "Ah, I see," said Sister Melinda, nodding.  "I think I'll ask Erica to
mention that in our next newsletter.  Scott...  what's his last name?"

   "Turner."

   "Thanks.  Erica will get the word out, and I don't think Scott Turner
will be dating any more ENG Sisters."

   "You don't have to do that, Sister Melinda."

   "Well, if you object..."

   Kristy considered the idea for a moment.  "No, I don't object. 
Blackball the creep."

   "Consider it done.  So, you're just going to stay in tonight?"

   "I think so.  No better offers.  I thought I'd give my vibrator a
workout."

   Another thing Kristy loved about her sorority was the candid discussions
she was able to have about sex.  She was experienced with men, but still
had lots of questions, and no one in the sorority ever hesitated to offer
frank, open explanations.  She'd completely gotten past embarrassment
talking about masturbation, too.  She'd been pleasuring herself since her
early teens, but had always felt a sense of shame.  She now understood that
masturbation was completely natural, and that most young women her age did
it too.

   She'd even become accustomed to her occasional forays into
exhibitionism, which were a mainstay of ENG traditions.  Ever since the
night she'd officially pledged the sorority, when she met the pizza
delivery person in the nude, she'd learned to love flashing.

   That night last fall, her bottom still sore from the initiation paddling
she'd endured, Kristy had accepted several twenties from Darla, the
sorority president, who had asked that she pay for the pizzas when they
arrived.  When the bell rang, Kristy started for the door, pausing when
Darla asked whether she'd forgotten anything.

   Kristy knew what Darla expected her to do.  So she stripped naked and,
scared yet incredibly excited, she struggled to push her embarrassment
aside.  She opened the door wide, expecting to see a nerdy young pizza boy
with pimples and glasses standing there.  She was surprised to find a girl
instead, holding several pizza boxes.  She was about Kristy's age, with
long, straight brown hair, a slender, almost boyish figure, and a pretty
face with perhaps just a bit too much makeup.  She didn't seem surprised to
have the door opened by a naked woman, and was unabashedly taking in every
inch of Kristy's nude form.

   Kristy passed the money over, collected the pizzas, and brought them
inside, allowing the delivery girl a view of her backside that rivaled the
frontal view she'd enjoyed moments earlier.  Before the red-faced Kristy
could close the door, the girl flashed her a brilliant smile.

   "Lookin' really, really good there, babe," she said, blowing the naked
girl an air kiss and giving her a little wink.

   Kristy reflexively thanked her, then closed the door and turned to face
the rest of the girls, who promptly gave her a round of applause.

   "So, it looks like Ashli likes you," grinned Melinda.

   "What?  You mean..."

   "Ashli's a junior," said Darla, "working to pay for school.  It looks
like she has the hots for you."

   "You mean, she's a...  she's a lesbian?"

   "She's actually quite bisexual, Kristy," Melinda explained, biting into
a slice of pepperoni.  "Does that bother you?"

   "No, it's just that..." Kristy popped an icy beer and took a long
swallow.  "I've never had another girl flirting with me."

   "Well, you're playing in the big leagues now," Melinda smiled. 
"Everybody's grown up, and most of us are open-minded."

   "I'm open-minded," Kristy replied a bit defensively.  "I'm just not...
bisexual."

   Melinda had glanced over at Darla, who gave her a knowing smile.

   ***

   "You're going to go broke buying batteries for that vibrator!" Melinda
laughed.  "You know what?  My boyfriend Phil is out of town, and I don't
really have anything to do tonight.  Wanna order a pizza and watch some
DVDs?"

   Kristy's face lit up.  "I'd love it!" she beamed.

   "Great.  Tell you what, grab some DVDs from downstairs, and I'll order
the pizza.  My treat."

   Kristy picked several titles from the sorority's DVD collection, and
grabbed a six-pack of beer from the fridge.  Melinda suggested they watch
the movies in her room, one of only two private bedrooms in the sprawling,
three story sorority house, the other belonging to Darla.

   The pizza soon arrived, and Melinda teased Kristy by suggesting if it
was Ashli making the delivery, that Kristy flirt with her just a little.

   Kristy hesitated.  "What if she thinks I'm hitting on her?"

   "What if she does?"

   "Well, you know, I'm not into girls at all.  I wouldn't want to lead her
on or anything."

   "Dare you!"

   Kristy smiled.  She was a sucker for a good dare, and Melinda knew it.
Still, it was completely against her nature to flirt with another woman. 
"Okay, I'll try," she offered.

   When the bell rang, Kristy automatically stripped, then ran naked to
open the door.  It was indeed Ashli standing there, holding the pizza.

   "Hi Kristy," she beamed, flashing a smile.  "Lookin' hot as usual!"

   "Hi Ashli," Kristy responded with a nervous grin.  She could feel her
face heating up as she said "You're lookin' pretty good yourself."

   Ashli's smile grew brighter.  "So, Kristy, you...  uh...  you wanna hang
out some time?"

   Kristy had been afraid of that.  But she wanted to be polite, so she
said "Um...  sure, we'll...  um...  we'll make plans."

   Giving the naked girl a long look and an approving smile, Ashli blew her
a kiss, then departed.

   Kristy put her clothes back on, and brought the pizza upstairs to
Melinda's room.  "Sister Melinda, that was kinda cruel, don't you think?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well, I did kinda lead Ashli on.  There's no way I'd be interested in
her, not the way she thinks."

   "Don't worry about it, Kristy.  We all flirt with Ashli from time to
time."

   "But nobody's ever gone out with her, right?"

   Melinda didn't respond, she just grabbed a DVD and popped it in the
machine.  They thoroughly enjoyed the film, a Sandra Bullock romantic
comedy, as they munched pizza and sipped cold beer.  When it was over,
Melinda offered to mix up a pitcher of margaritas to enjoy during the next
film.  She also put some popcorn in the microwave, and they were soon
watching the next movie, a film called "Wild Things." It wasn't one of
those that Kristy had chosen, but was from Melinda's own collection.

   Sipping a margarita, Kristy was soon engrossed in the rapidly
developing, and fairly convoluted, plot.  When it got to the scene where
Kevin Bacon instructed Denise Richards and Neve Campbell to kiss each
other, her eyes were glued to the screen.  Melinda didn't miss her
reaction.

   When the film was over, Melinda asked Kristy how she liked it.

   "It was great," she smiled, finishing off the last of the popcorn.  "I
sure didn't expect it to end like that, though."

   "You were paying pretty close attention when the girls were making out,"
Melinda pointed out.  "With the guy, and then later alone in the pool.  It
was pretty hot, didn't you think?"

   "Um...  well...  yeah, it actually was."

   "Two beautiful women making out like that," sighed Melinda.  "Tell you
the truth, it kinda gets my motor running."

   Kristy's eyes opened wide as she stared at her beautiful blond
companion. "You mean, watching girls kissing turns you on?"

   "Sure, especially such sexy women as those two."

   "But, you've got a boyfriend, Sister Melinda.  You like men, right?"

   "I adore men," Melinda replied.  "But..."

   Kristy just stared, not sure what to say.  Several moments of
uncomfortable silence passed before she asked "Do you mean that you..." She
didn't know quite how to ask the question.

   Melinda smiled again.  "Let's just say that I'm...  flexible."

   Kristy sat in stunned silence, trying to sort out her thoughts. 
Finally, she bluntly asked "Have you had sex with other women?"

   "Does that shock you, Kristy?"

   "Well, yeah, a little." A long pause.  "So, what's it like?  I mean,
being with another woman...  like that?"

   "I didn't know you were so curious," Melinda teased, and Kristy's face
turned red.  "Haven't you ever kissed another woman, Kristy?"

   "No, never."

   "And you've never thought about it?"

   "Not really."

   "Are you thinking about it now?"

   Kristy stared at the floor.  "Um..."

   "Do you think another woman could turn you on?" Melinda coaxed.

   Another pause.  "I've never thought about it before."

   "Are you a little curious?"

   "Don't tell anybody?"

   "Not a word."

   "Maybe just a little."

   "Are you willing to try an experiment?"

   Kristy glanced nervously at the older girl.  "What...  what kind of
experiment?"

   "Look at me, Kristy.  Really look at me."

   Kristy took a good look at her friend.  Melinda's lithe form, dressed in
pink silk pajama tops, was the envy of many women.  Her long legs were
crossed beneath her, a glimpse of pink panties showing.  She had thick
blond curls that fell around her shoulders, and piercing blue eyes.  She's
truly beautiful, thought Kristy.

   "Do you think I'm attractive?"

   "Oh, Sister Melinda, you're totally gorgeous."

   "An experiment.  Will you let me touch you, anywhere and any way I want
to, for two minutes?"

   Kristy took a deep breath.  She was definitely enjoying the effects of
the margaritas.  She was also feeling a bit less inhibited, and more than a
little curious.  She silently gave Melinda a nod.

   Melinda had Kristy position herself at the foot of the bed, hands on her
lap, feet on the floor.  She asked Kristy to close her eyes, then bent down
and lightly brushed her cheek with her lips.  Melinda sat down beside the
other girl then, kissing her lightly on the neck.

   Kristy let out an involuntary moan when she felt Melinda's tongue
tickling her ear.  Time seemed to stand still as Melinda drew her mouth
close to Kristy's, lips pressing against lips.  Any resistance quickly
melted away when she felt Melinda's tongue snaking its way into her mouth.

   Kristy, tipsy and lost in a fantasy world, eagerly returned the kiss. 
She wasn't thinking about whom she was kissing, she was simply lost in the
pleasure of the moment.

   That moment ended abruptly as Melinda pulled away.  Kristy opened her
eyes, which were now filled with desire, with passion.  She gazed longingly
at the older girl, but said nothing, made no move.

   "So, what did you think, Kristy?" Melinda asked.

   Kristy had to catch her breath.  "It wasn't what...  it was..." She
tried to find the words.  "I didn't expect..."

   "Would you like some more?" Kristy nodded eagerly.  "Do you trust me?"

   "Trust between Epsilon Sisters is absolute," Kristy quoted from the
sorority bylaws.

   "Will you do exactly as I say?"

   "Yes, Sister Melinda."

   "I'd like you to get undressed, Kristy."

   Without hesitation, Kristy pulled the T-shirt over her head, revealing
large breasts sitting high and proud on her chest, nipples fully erect. 
Her sweatpants came off next, followed by her white cotton panties.  She
stood fully nude before her friend, neither ashamed nor embarrassed,
anxiously awaiting further instructions.

   Melinda lay on the bed, and motioned for Kristy to join her.  Melinda
put her hand behind Kristy's neck, pulling her close, and they began to
kiss.  Still dressed in her pajama tops and panties, Melinda started to
explore her companion's body.  She began by caressing the smooth skin of
Kristy's back, then moved to her bottom, inches away from her secret
treasure, which by then was soaking wet.

   They kissed deeply, passionately, while the older girl caressed Kristy's
round breasts, lightly pinching erect nipples, enjoying the little moans
her actions were eliciting.  She noticed that Kristy's legs were slowly
parting, instinctively affording easy access to her pleasure zone.  Melinda
brought her fingers lightly down to Kristy's vagina, stroking very gently,
bringing her companion to the edge of ecstasy, but skillfully holding back
from allowing her to climax.

   Melinda abruptly stood up then, leaving Kristy panting and wanting more.
Kristy gazed expectantly at the older girl, who made no further moves.

   "Stand up please, Kristy," said Melinda, watching as Kristy obeyed. 
"You've had a lot to drink tonight, and I know you're feeling it.  We're
not going to do anything you'll regret in the morning."

   "Sister Melinda, I...  I want to...  I want you to..."

   "We can continue this tomorrow evening...  if you still want to.  For
now, I want you to get dressed and go back to your room now."

   "But Sister Melinda..."

   "Tomorrow night, if you still want to, we'll pick up where we left off."

   Kristy stood dejected, wondering whether she'd done anything wrong. 
Under Melinda's watchful eye, she pulled her panties, sweats, and T-shirt
on, then started for the door.

   "Sister Melinda?" she said, pausing.  "Can I kiss you goodnight?"

   Melinda smiled, taking Kristy in both arms, meeting her waiting lips and
tongue.  Kristy eagerly explored the other girl's mouth, completely lost in
the moment.  Melinda knew she had to end the kiss, for her own sake.  She
needed to maintain control over herself, and she wanted Kristy's mind clear
before they went any further.  After a couple of minutes, she gently pushed
the younger girl away.

   "If you still want to do this tomorrow night, we will.  But no alcohol.
I want your head clear, so that you won't be making any impaired
decisions."

   Longing in her eyes, Kristy turned to leave.

   "One more thing."

   "What's that, Sister Melinda?"

   "If you really, really want to continue tomorrow night, I strongly
suggest you don't masturbate tonight.  You'll be twice as horny, and enjoy
yourself that much more."

   It was extremely difficult not touching herself as Kristy lay alone in
her own bed, but she followed the advice she'd been given, and sleep
eventually found her.  Dreams of beautiful Melinda filled her head.

   ***

   Kristy dragged herself downstairs to the kitchen at about eleven the
next morning, nursing a slight hangover and desperate for some coffee.  The
house was bustling, typical for that time on a Saturday morning.  Several
of the Sisters were engaged in regular Saturday cleaning duties, vacuuming
the floors, dusting, washing windows, the usual chores that rotated from
Sister to Sister each week.  Others were doing homework, laundry, or
cooking, while on the television a tennis match held the interest of a
couple of the girls.

   Melinda, running the vacuum cleaner back and forth across the living
room carpet, glanced nonchalantly at Kristy, offering no acknowledgement of
what they'd shared the night before.  She still had on the same pink silk
pajama tops she'd worn the previous night, and every time she bent over,
Kristy couldn't help but notice her white satin panties.

   Kristy realized she was looking at the older girl in a new light.  Never
before had she felt so drawn, so compelled to admire Melinda's long legs,
her alabaster skin, her full lips that just last night had been pressed so
intimately against her own.

   Kristy felt no regrets over what they'd done the night before, other
than being denied the climax she so desperately craved.  But she knew
Melinda was right, that if she wanted to continue the experiment, as she
thought of it, she needed to be fully aroused.  Despite the headache, she
was already off to a good start.

   "You finally awake, Sleepyhead?"

   Kristy looked up to see Stella standing expectantly before her.  She'd
forgotten that they'd made plans to spend some time in the language
laboratory that day to work on their conversational Spanish for a class
they shared.  She wasn't feeling her best yet, waiting for the Tylenol to
kick in, but she couldn't let Stella down.

   Stella was about the sweetest girl she'd ever known, the kind of person
who would do anything for you.  She was lots of fun to be around, pretty
much the life of any party she attended.  Everybody adored Stella, who was
the epitome of self-confidence.

   That self-confidence might have surprised some people, though.  Just to
look at her, Stella probably fell somewhere between plain and homely.  She
was neither tall nor short, she had shoulder length medium brown hair, and
her body was very average.  Her face lacked the features that generally
defined beauty, such as high cheekbones, arching eyebrows, and full lips.
Physically, she was entirely unremarkable.

   But there was something about her, a kind of indescribable charisma that
everyone just loved.  Men and women alike were drawn to Stella, and she
never lacked for a date.  She could have been held up as an example of what
self-confidence could do for any woman.

   The girls spent a couple of hours in the lab practicing their Spanish,
then headed, not coincidentally, for Taco Bell for a late lunch.  They
tried to speak Spanish during lunch, but still lacked the vocabulary to say
much.

   Stella excitedly told Kristy, in English, about her plans for that
evening.  She was going to a frat party with Ted Powers, star quarterback
for the school football team.  He was a junior, and rumor had it that he'd
likely be a first round pick when the NFL held its draft next year.

   And Stella had a date with him!

   Kristy smiled, shaking her head.  "You get the cutest guys," she said, a
little enviously.

   Stella looked down, blushing.  As she usually did, she tried to redirect
the conversation away from herself.  "How'd it go with Scott last night? 
He's pretty cute, too."

   Kristy felt her face getting hot.  She was suddenly embarrassed about
last night, and about what she had planned later with Melinda.  She
certainly didn't want to tell Stella she had a date with the sorority vice
president, or that she planned on kissing her, and hopefully more.

   "I'm done with Scott," she said after taking a deep breath.  He called
off with a really lame excuse last night."

   "His grandfather die again?"

   "You heard?"

   "He cancelled a date with me a couple months back, because his
grandfather died."

   "He needs to come up with a new excuse, at least when ditching Epsilon
girls."

   "It's worse than that," Stella said.  "Our first date?  I found out
later he had a date that night with Christina.  He cancelled her to be with
me, and told her the same thing."

   "Melinda told me he did it to Beth last year, too."

   "He probably has so many grandfathers," Stella giggled, "because he
doesn't know for sure who his father is!" Telling that sort of joke was
completely out of characters for her.

   "Stella!" Kristy started to admonish her friend, but broke down laughing
instead, and Stella joined her.

   "So Kristy, what are you doing tonight?" Stella asked, nibbling half an
inch off a bean burrito.

   Kristy was suddenly serious again.  She knew she was blushing.  "No
plans, probably just stay home and study.  Maybe watch a DVD."

   "You want to come along with us?"

   "That's sweet, Stella, but I don't want to get in your way.  You and Ted
have a great time tonight.  I'll be fine."

   "I have one question, Kristy."

   Kristy swallowed nervously.  "What...  what's that?"

   "How can you possibly eat that taco with two packages of fire sauce on
it?"

   ***

   The house was empty by seven o'clock that night, save for Kristy, who
was watching "Wheel of Fortune" in the living room.  Melinda had gone out
that afternoon, and Kristy wondered whether she'd forgotten about their
plans.  Sisters Marie and Rita were the last to leave, offering Kristy the
chance to go out clubbing with them.  Kristy politely declined, promising
that she'd love to join them another time.  Dejected, she watched Vanna
White touching letters on the electronic board, her mind elsewhere.

   Kristy jumped when the kitchen door opened, and she turned to see
Melinda poking her head through the door.  "Is the coast clear?" Melinda
had come in the back way, apparently trying to keep secret their little
rendezvous.

   Kristy's eyes opened wide.  She'd about given up hope, but Melinda was
here; she hadn't forgotten, or changed her mind.  She immediately felt her
juices begin to flow.  "I was afraid you'd forgotten about...  tonight."

   "Not a chance," smiled Melinda.  "I've been looking forward to this all
day."

   "So why the cloak-and-dagger stuff?  Sneaking in the back door?"

   "I didn't want to embarrass you, that's all.  I know this is new to you,
and I figured you'd want to keep it hush-hush, at least for now."

   "It is new," Kristy admitted.  "Twenty-four hours ago, I'd never have
believed what I was planning to do tonight."

   "Shall we head upstairs?"

   "Please."

   ***

   As Melinda closed her bedroom door, Kristy was suddenly apprehensive
again.  All day this had seemed like a fantasy, but the reality was now
upon her.  She wasn't about to back out, though.  She had to try this, at
least once, just to find out.

   Melinda moved close to the younger girl, wrapping her arms around her,
pulling her close.  Kristy was ready as Melinda brought her full red lips
close to hers, and eagerly allowed her tongue to enter her mouth.  Eyes
closed, Kristy explored the dark recesses of this woman's mouth, enjoying
her own body's responses.

   Melinda's hands moved from behind Kristy's back, gently caressing her
full, round breasts.  She lifted the bottom of Kristy's top and deftly
pulled it over her head.  Kristy's bra came next, releasing her breasts,
exposing her erect nipples.

   Melinda moved them to the bed then, helping Kristy remove her sweatpants
and panties.  With Kristy now fully nude, the pair lay on Melinda's bed
kissing deeply, while Melinda's hand resumed its exploration of the younger
girl's body.

   "Wait," said Kristy, and the room became still.  "I'd like to undress
you, too."

   They stood, and Melinda smiled as Kristy slowly unbuttoned her blouse,
pushing it back over her shoulders.  Her bra came next, revealing the
alabaster of Melinda's medium sized breasts.  Kristy was pleased to see
that Melinda's nipples were as erect as her own.  It was important to her
that Melinda was enjoying this as much as she was.

   Jeans and panties were next, and Kristy paused to gaze at the other
girl's naked form.  She'd seen Melinda nude many times; Epsilon Sisters
were not shy about their bodies, and they all enjoyed showing off from time
to time, even to strangers.  But Kristy was seeing her in an entirely new
light, and truly appreciated Melinda's sheer beauty.

   They both lay on the bed again and resumed kissing deeply, only now
Kristy's hands were eagerly exploring Melinda's body as well.  So much was
new.  Kristy had never touched another woman's breasts, yet she was eager
to do so, rubbing and manipulating rock hard nipples in exactly the way she
knew felt best.

   Kristy could feel an orgasm building, despite the fact that her vagina
remained untouched.  When Melinda did bring her hand down, deftly touching
Kristy's swollen clitoris, she sensed that the younger woman was close. 
Not wanting to deny her the most exquisite pleasure she could give her,
Melinda broke the kiss and brought her face down, lightly bringing her
experienced tongue into direct contact with Kristy's primary pleasure spot.

   The climax hit within seconds, sending Kristy spiraling into new heights
of ecstasy.  Powerful contractions wracked her body, ultimately leaving her
feeling weak as a kitten.  A smile on her face, Kristy closed her eyes. 
Melinda started to stand up, but Kristy grabbed her by the hand.

   "It's your turn," she said seductively.

   "Don't worry, Kristy," Melinda replied.  "Tonight was for you."

   "But I want to, Sister Melinda," Kristy pleaded.  "I want to give you
pleasure.  I want to make you cum, like you just did me."

   Shaking her head, Melinda replied "No, you just rest now."

   "But Melinda," Kristy said softly, eschewing the usual title of
'Sister,' "I want this.  I need it.  I need to experience the other side,
or all of this means nothing."

   Melinda paused, gazing into Kristy's sincere brown eyes.  She lay down
beside her friend, and the kissing resumed.  It was only moments later that
Kristy began to work her way down Melinda's body, kissing her breasts, her
stomach, all the way down until she came to her parted legs, her secret
treasure, glistening with moisture, lips invitingly open.

   Suddenly unsure of herself, Kristy let her instincts kick in.  Using
lips and tongue, she explored Melinda's vagina, purposely avoiding contact
with her love button.  Knowing exactly what felt best, the ideal rhythm,
she soon went to work on the older girl's clitoris.  She was taking in the
taste, the scent, and loving every second of it.  Melinda's hips were soon
bucking in perfect time with Kristy's oral ministrations.

   When the orgasm hit, Melinda let out a series of little moans.  Kristy
continued until a pair of closing legs forced her up.  Melinda grabbed
Kristy then and kissed her deeply, tasting her own womanly essence on
Kristy's tongue.  Exhausted, both girls quietly collapsed on the bed. 
Melinda tugged the comforter over them and, arms and legs entwined, they
were soon deeply asleep.

   ***

   The sun was up before either woman stirred the following morning. 
Kristy greeted the older girl with a kiss, evoking a sleepy smile.

   "So, are you sorry?" Melinda asked quietly.

   Kristy gazed into Melinda's eyes, kissed her lips again, and said "Not
at all."

   "You're really special, you know that?" Kristy just smiled, and Melinda
continued.  "I have to tell you something, and I hope it doesn't shock
you."

   "What, that you like girls?" Kristy giggled.

   Melinda was serious, though.  "Not just me, Kristy.  With the exception
of the five new pledges, you and the others..."

   "Stella, Courtney, Jenni Lee and Lynn."

   "That's right.  The rest of us?  We're all experienced with men and
women alike."

   Kristy's eyes opened in surprise.  "All of you?"

   "Why do you think Ashli, the pizza girl, always arranges to make
deliveries here?"

   "I never thought about it.  Has she...  I mean, have any of the
Sisters...  you know...  with Ashli?"

   "Sure, several of us have...  myself included."

   "Wow."

   "She's a lot of fun, and she's pretty adventurous in bed, too.  I've
heard of some of the Sisters sleeping with Ashli and a guy, or three girls
together.  Rumor has it she likes to be tied up, too."

   "Now that surprises me."

   "I need to tell you something else, Kristy."

   "What's that?"

   Melinda was looking at her feet.  "I won."

   "You won what?"

   "I won you."

   "Huh?"

   "It's an Epsilon tradition that an older girl seduces one of the younger
ones.  It's usually decided by a flip of the coin, or random assignment. 
But with you..."

   "What?"

   "Everybody wanted a chance with you.  Everybody wanted to be the one to
pop your bisexual cherry, so to speak."

   Kristy's mouth opened, but not a word came out.

   "So we shuffled a deck of cards, and everybody drew." Melinda was
actually blushing a little by then.  "I got the ace of spades."

   "I...  I don't know what to say."

   "We don't normally reveal any of this so soon.  We would have told you
later, maybe next year, and then it would have been your turn."

   "My turn?"

   "To seduce a new member.  One of the new girls, next year, or maybe the
year after."

   Kristy tried to digest this.  She wasn't sure she liked being thought of
as a prize, although she realized it was actually a compliment.  "Well, you
succeeded," she said, an unintended hint of bitterness in her voice.

   Melinda looked up, tears in her eyes.  "I'm sorry, Kristy."

   They both sat in silence for a couple of minutes.  Then, Kristy started
to giggle.  Melinda stared at her, and the laughter increased.  Soon they
were both laughing so hard they could barely sit up straight.

   "I didn't mean to react like that," Kristy said apologetically.  "You
just caught me off guard.  Your explanation was about the last thing I
expected to hear."

   Melinda took a deep breath.  "You're not mad?"

   Kristy put her arms around the older girl.  "No, Sister Melinda.  You
just gave me the greatest night of sex I've ever had, and you've opened my
eyes to a whole new set of opportunities.  I'd never even considered that I
might be...  bisexual, but that's one of the best things about Epsilon,
that we open our minds and learn about a world full of possibilities."

   Melinda wrapped her arms around the younger girl then, and they shared a
hug.  Her eyes opened when she felt a tongue tickling her ear.  "You wanna
do it again?" Kristy whispered.

   The end