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Authors name: Raj Pepper (backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com)
Story title : BI Friends: Bryn Mawr & U of P
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BI Friends: Bryn Mawr & U of P (FF, MF, rom, exh)
by Raj Pepper (backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com)
***
Back in the days of Punk and New Wave, a group of fun,
charming, kooky friends find each other and redefine what
sexual boundaries are.
***
This is part one of a long tale, of fun and sex and
laughs and sex and telling tales and cooking good food
and getting very lit... Of my beloved Indian girlfriend,
Anarkali, and a rather remarkable, small group of very
close friends. It all takes place in the early 80s, and
it's all true.
*
PART ONE
My beloved Indian girlfriend, Anarkali, would sneak me
into her dorm room with some regularity. No mean feat,
since she went to Bryn Mawr and boys in the dorm rooms at
any time was a big no no.
She was blessed with a really cool roommate, Annie. Annie
was a petite girl with sparkling eyes and a tiny mouth
that always seemed to have a smile. She didn't mind that
Anarkali and I would screw, laughing, drunk, just a few
feet from her, in the middle of the night.
In the morning, she would make coffee and sit across from
us, grinning and laughing with us, all a part of the
silliness of being young and out in the world and full o'
beans.
Annie would accompany us on occasional road trips and on
regular drinking forays. The idea of actually sleeping
with her didn't really occur to us, or at least it didn't
occur to me (MUCH!). One night she introduced us to a
buddy of hers who went to my school, the University of
Pennsylvania.
Jo was half Japanese, though she looked mostly Japanese.
She was short, cute, bow legged, and stocky in a girl
jock muscle bound way. She had sort of a raggedy pageboy
doo, little glasses, Capri pants (very mod for the early
80s) and a cotton sleeveless shirt on at the time. She
looked at me and I at her like two cartoon dogs with
their heads turned slightly in a look of total curiosity.
There was an instant sizing up of each other, not
unfriendly yet not friendly either, almost a smiling
challenge from each to both. In a flash I read her as a
tomboy dyke and at the same time I was utterly floored by
her natural beauty and by... I'm not sure by what but
totally sure by SOMETHING.
All this lasted a split second and I don't think it was
picked up by anyone but she and I. But we both grinned
our way through our helloes and from that point on we
would occasionally, yet regularly, steal glances at each
other. Imagine a glare with a smile, if you will.
I found all this delightfully confusing. Jo was small
breasted, thickish waist that was all muscle, though
fortunately she had a small but righteously fine woman's
butt. Her wiseacre face is what had me going. She was
beautiful in a completely unusual way and I was
embarrassed how utterly attracted to her I was.
We went out drinking, which is something we just loved to
do in our college years. Later, all four of us stumbled
back to the dorm... I was successfully smuggled in, and
we collapsed into the two tiny beds, Anarkali and I into
one, and Annie and Jo into the other. Before that night I
hadn't thought of Annie as a girl lover... but why not?
What the hell? It was the 80s, after all, and it was Bryn
Mawr, for chrissakes!
Anarkali passed out completely, and I was pressed against
the wall in the darkness. Annie had a Charlie the Tuna
nightlight on her side of the room, just above the bed.
Low wattage or not, it gave me a clear view of the two of
them, and I wasn't shy about watching. There was quiet
giggling and slow but steady grinding on the bed. Their
kissing was very slurpy, and they kept cracking up. It
was all I could do to keep from laughing myself, just
from the drunken goofinrdd they were making of the whole
thing.
Suddenly, their sheets flew off and Jo jumped up and took
off the rest of her clothes. Annie was still on the bed,
pulling all her clothes off as well. Jo stood at the foot
of the bed, like a swimmer waiting for the gun. Annie now
lay naked, turned towards the room, on one elbow, looking
up at Jo, grinning. The soft light from Charlie the Tuna
created a tableau like an erotic Renaissance painting.
Then they began to fuck. Hip grinding, moaning. Sometimes
straight on, sometimes at more of an angle to each other.
The passion, however, was amazingly thick. The kissing
was almost violent, their arms around each other so tight
it was like love wrestling. I was completely fascinated,
having never seen girls fuck before. I'd been with
neighbor girls growing up, who had 69ed, passionately,
but this was so much more intense.
Then, BOOM! They fell out of the bed and exploded into
laughter! From my angle I could only see part of them,
but their drunken girlie horniness soon overcame their
drunken silliness. There was more loud making out on the
floor, then something else I'd never seen... they lay
with their pussies together and their heads away from
each other, holding each other's hands and wrists and
bumping pussies like wild creatures. There were very
athletic groaning sounds, mixed in with sounds like
teaching a baby the 'm' sound and then the 'g' sound,
then almost the sound of a powerful car engine winding
out a mile away, and snorting exhales.
They collapsed into long mmmmmmmm sounds, and I lay
pinned to the wall by my beautiful, totally bombed
girlfriend, my young dick a telephone pole with nowhere
to go. I let the booze take me away, and slept a good
sleep... coffee would be good in the morning...
Stay tuned for part two...
*
Feel free to offer feedback or tell a tale from your
debauched youth, so long as it is fun!
backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
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