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Archive name: college.txt (FF, 1st lesbian exp)
Authors name: Christie (Anon Address)
Story title : College Fling
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A College Fling (FF, 1st lesbian exp)
by Christie (Anon Address)
***
Two college girls meet at a bar and become friends. Then
within a very short time one comes on to the other and
they become lovers.
***
It had been a fairly interesting evening. Although I
don't much go for bars of any description, I do like to
play pool, and on Wednesday night we had the pool
tournament down at the Other Place (silly name for a gay
bar, but I've seen worse). For the past several weeks, I
had won easily, although there was much amazement at my
technique...
I came an hour early, bought a pitcher of beer, listened
to music and drank. Then, just before the tournament, I
bought _another_ pitcher, played two practice games, and
then I was ready. Every week, the other entrants all
looked for me to be an easy mark with that much alcohol
inside me. And every week the alcohol loosened up my
hyper-analytical personality, letting me relax, keeping
me from doing mechanics calculations prior to each shot,
and let me sink any shot I called out to the amused and
amazed on-lookers.
This week was the same, and I was in the final best-of-
three games in the last round, playing against the final
challenger to see who would get the prize.
She'd introduced herself as we met over the table,
saying her name was Kim. She was an attractive woman,
maybe an inch under six feet unshod, just a bit over in
the ropers she was wearing. She had golden blonde hair,
eyes so green that tawdry words like "emerald" couldn't
do them justice, a beautiful, smart-ass grin, and what
seemed to be a very well made body in those tight
Wrangler jeans.
I did all the cataloguing somewhere in the back of my
head, as I watched her racking the balls on the velvet;
she grinned as she took the rack away, twirling it
between her fingers as it cleared the tops of the balls.
Now I was tipsy enough still not to be too tight, but
even so I could feel the tension as I poised myself to
break.
An observer looking at me would have seen a fairly
pretty but intent woman, clad in the standard uniform
for the Other Place: jeans, boots, tight T-shirt. I was
bent over the end of the table, the round curves of my
ass emphasized by the tight denim jeans, my blue eyes
intent on the table before me. I brushed my long, ash-
blonde hair away from my face, placed the cue just so,
set myself, and uncoiled through the place where the
white ball had been a moment earlier.
My break was unorthodox and even a bit silly looking,
but I got the balls well scattered, and two dropped.
This would be a good game, the magic was all in place.
My opponent brushed against my hip as I rounded the
table, an accidental contact as she stepped out of my
way, letting me take my place for my next shot.
"Nice break!" she told me, flashing a mega-watt grin my
way. I hardly noticed, other than to smile back before
shooting again. This time I couldn't make the pocket,
and I stood aside to watch the other woman play. What
was her name? Oh yes, Kim.
The grin she had worn before was gone as she carefully
considered the table from all sides. She was intent and
methodical, carefully setting up her shot, checking the
angle, and finally sinking the ball in such a fluid,
graceful motion that I was momentarily amazed that a
human body should move so smoothly.
She shot again, and again, and I began to wonder if I'd
get another chance, until at last she missed, and I had
another opportunity. It was easier this time, as she'd
gotten several of her balls out of the way: eventually I
missed a shot again. We went back and forth over that
game, which I won by just a hair... that being the
distance she'd been off when she'd shot at the eight and
missed. The second and third games were much the same,
and when it was all over, I had won numbers one and
three, I had a twenty-five dollar bar tab as my prize,
while she had ten. "Care to drink one on me?"
I asked her, indicating the pitcher-full of amber
liquid. She grinned and agreed, and we took ourselves
over to a table at the side of the room. We tried
briefly to talk, but as soon as the tournament was
through, the owner cranked up the music, substituting
disco with a heavy bass line for the country and western
that they tended to play for "us girls."
It was impossible to make ourselves heard over the too-
loud music, so we drank and watched others in
companionable silence. Finally, I asked if she'd like to
head over to Denny's for some coffee and a chance to
talk, and she shouted her agreement over the music. We
escaped outside into the cool, quiet dark.
When our ears quit ringing, she made a counter-
suggestion. It was late, she'd be disturbing the people
she lived with if she traipsed in at this hour, and how
about if she crashed at my house, and took me for coffee
in the morning? I thought the idea sounded wonderful,
and told her that my sister was out of town, so I had an
extra bed, freshly made up, and that I'd be glad to have
her stay over.
She followed me the few miles to my home, and we went
inside. We talked for an hour or two, sipping rich,
dark, imported ales that seemed almost sweet after the
American brews at the bar. We talked about
inconsequential things, she telling me about her job on
campus, and me explaining to her that I was a student,
and so on. We were almost exactly the same age, as I'd
just recently gone back to school, our families came
from the same part of the state, and we were from
similar types of families.
Eventually we headed upstairs, where I showed her to the
master bedroom. "I hate to mess up your sister's bed,"
she said, "and I see you have a king-size. How about if
I just sleep on the other side of your bed? You don't
mind, do you?"
I thought nothing about it, and told her that that would
certainly be all right with me. I showed her my drawer-
full of T-shirts and assorted nightwear, and told her to
help herself while I took a quick shower to relax after
the tension generated by the over-loud music.
When I came back to my room, relaxed and dressed in a
crisp, clean, oversized men's oxford shirt, she was
already in bed with the covers pulled up under her chin.
I got the lights out, and crawled in with her. "Do you
mind if I snuggle up next to you?" she asked. "I'll do
it after I'm asleep anyway."
This was not quite so standard in the "slumber-
party/girls-sleeping-over" model I had in my head, but I
readily acquiesced. This lady was beautiful enough to be
a professional model, she had a wonderful, innocent air
to her, and I was being ridiculous to even suspect that
she was coming on to me at all.
I told her of course that would be fine, and so she
eeled over against me where I lay on my back, draping
her right arm across my waist, her right leg over my
leg, and pillowing her head in the hollow of my
shoulder. My heart was definitely beating a bit faster
than usual, but I tried to relax, shut my eyes, and go
to sleep. "Do not," I sternly warned myself, "even think
that this woman is interested in you! You'll piss her
off if you suggest it and possibly ruin what could be a
very nice friendship!"
The internal lecture was in full swing, when she began
stroking her fingers down my side, back again over my
ribs, across my breast, and down again. I groaned
silently, hoping that she wouldn't notice my tension or
arousal... "She said she wanted to cuddle, she's half
asleep, you are NOT going to respond to this and scare
her off!" I told myself angrily. "She doesn't even know
you! You're being ridiculous!"
But her hand continued a teasing glide over my body, and
every few minutes her fingers would trail across one
hardened nipple, driving me mad with the electric jolt
of arousal that shot straight into the growing warmth in
my loins each time she did it. Finally I caught her hand
with my own. She looked up at me with an inquisitive
look. Hoarsely I told her, "If you keep that up, you're
going to be in trouble..."
Her answering grin could have lit the football stadium,
"Maybe I want to be in trouble!"
I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. "Oh."
was all I could manage, and now her teasing fingers had
started unbuttoning my shirt, and she was sitting up,
looking down at me, all the while grinning in obvious
pleasure.
It wasn't that I thought myself unattractive, mind you,
utterly beautiful and graceful, I felt like a mortal
honored unduly with the presence of a goddess. And right
now that goddess was stroking tight little circles
around my nipples, causing them to crinkle down into
hard peaks, which her fingers rubbed and tweaked and
pulled.
I don't think I have ever been so aroused, before or
since. I pulled her down to me, meeting her lips with
mine, and kissing her was like drinking honey wine;
sweet, intoxicating. In my single previous affair with a
woman, I was usually the one who took the lead in sex,
and that old girlfriend had always encouraged me in the
"butch" role.
But when I tried to take the initiative now, Kim pressed
me back against the bed, telling me that I was to lay
back and enjoy myself. It felt, well, indescribably
sensual. Having her make love to me this way made me
feel utterly feminine, in a way that making love to men,
or even another woman never had, and I loved the
feeling.
She undressed me, making me lift my hips so that she
could slide my panties down over my ass, then leaned
down and kissed me, pulling me up with her into a soft
embrace as she slid the shirt back off my shoulders.
The velvet softness of her breasts against mine was
unabashedly sensuous. My arms were around her now,
stroking her back and sides while our lips stayed locked
together, our tongues battling silently in their own
satin caress.
Before I could try and tease her out of her clothes, she
pushed my back again against the pillows, and kissed me
softly on the lips, the cheek, nibbled at my earlobe a
moment, then outlined the ear with her hot, wet tongue.
I moaned again, as her hands continued doing wicked and
wonderful things to my nipples and her tongue traced
intricate patterns along the soft skin of my throat,
dwelt a moment in the hollow between my collar bones.
Soon her lips fastened on one hard nipple, though the
other was not neglected either, being rolled between her
long, strong fingers. Her tongue, which had seemed so
soft against my own while we were kissing, now became a
hard, demanding instrument, flickering in fast circles
around the nipple, tracing the aureola, her lips
nibbling the hard peak, sucking gently then firmly.
My world narrowed under this treatment, focusing only on
the sensations from my nipples and the answering twinges
between my legs. I felt helpless, empowered, exalted,
abashed, wanton, shy...
My breath was coming in hash, ragged gasps, and I could
hear myself moaning as I neared orgasm solely from the
wonderfully wicked things she was doing to my breasts.
She was well aware of my situation, though, and suddenly
the air was cold on my wet nipples, and her warm lips
were seeking their way down the arch of my ribs, across
my sides (ticklish... she grinned me another wicked
grin), then planted a kiss above the triangle of Venus.
She wordlessly encouraged me to pull my knees up, as she
stationed herself between my legs. Her voice was a bit
ragged, too, when she instructed me to reach down and
part the wet folds for her tongue.
A shock of pleasure rocked my body as her lips softly
touched my clitoris is a gentle kiss. She bent her head,
just teasing with he tip of her tongue, dipping first
deep into my well, then running it up along the slit,
meeting my clitoris again. Now she pressed her lips
tightly against me, the pressure of her kiss holding the
hood of my clitoris back, exposing the sensitive head to
the searching, flickering dance of her skilled tongue.
I could feel my back arching as if each touch of her
tongue wound me tighter and tighter, a spring coiling to
a level of unbearable tension. "Let me..." she
whispered, pausing from the alchemy she was working to
look up and twine my fingers with hers, holding my hands
tightly above my pubis in her strong grasp, before
bending her head back to my center.
Her strong grasp had my hands pinioned, her arms
encircling my hips and holding me down against the bed,
while licked and sucked and stroked and flickered... the
orgasms started very quietly, slow gentle waves of
pleasure rolling through me, until she let go of one
hand and suddenly plunged her fingers into my pussy
causing me to gasp, to buck, to cry out as the real
orgasm hit me like a tidal wave.
I had time to think, confused, that I'd been wrong all
these years, I'd never had an orgasm, THIS was an
orgasm, and ohmigod, could I live through such intense,
overwhelming, soul straining pleasure?
I SCREAMED with the release, barely hearing the noise
over the pounding of my pulse in my ears, and my vision
started to tunnel down, grayness blacking out the edges
of my vision. I closed my eyes and lost myself again as
the strength of it increased. My legs were trembling, I
could feel my hips moving involuntarily, restrained from
out-and-out bucking by the grasp of her arm around me,
both of my hands gripping her one like a lifeline,
holding on in mingled terror and exaltation.
Then she took her fingers out of my pulsing cunt, just
for a moment, before sinking her thumb back into me...
but now her wet, slippery fingers were teasing my
asshole, playing with the tight rosebud there, until she
slipped first one, then two digits inside.
I had never felt anything like the sensations that shot
through me now. She was lashing my clit with her
experienced tongue, her thumb and fingers were pumping
in and out of me, simultaneously piercing both ass and
cunt, and I continued to come, continued to scream, I
could feel tears rolling down my face, I couldn't take
anymore, I couldn't sustain this level of stimulation...
ohmigod, I can't take it, oh no, no, oh god...
Awareness came back to me gradually, like the quiet
stealing advance of dawn across the dimly lit twilight
hours. I don't know if I actually fainted or whether my
brain just couldn't process the data anymore.
Kim was now kissing and softly licking my clit, no
longer directly on the exposed head, her fingers inside
me still, but motionless. I could feel my muscles clench
upon her fingers as occasionally small waves of pleasure
would ripple through me, aftershocks after earthquake,
the tide behind the tsunami.
In a moment I would make love to her...
Kim pulled herself up and lay atop my body, her long
legs twining with mine. I kissed her, putting all my
heart and soul into it, the taste of my own juices
reminding me of the amazing feelings that I'd just
experienced, and causing weak aftershocks of orgasm. As
if she could read my mind, Kim shifted so that one of
her legs was between mine, applying firm pressure
against my clit.
I couldn't keep my hips still, even though I was still
trembling with the exhaustion of the tremendous series
of orgasms that I'd just had. Each slow thrust of her
hip against my cunt evoked an answering orgasm, and this
continued for several minutes as we kissed long and
passionately. I couldn't believe, even now, that this
wonderful, lovely woman was making love to me. My hands
were wandering up underneath the T-shirt she had on,
stroking along her sides, running softly down her back.
All at once, my eyes filled with tears, and I hugged her
fiercely so that she wouldn't see. I had had at least a
dozen lovers by that time, and before this I had never
actually had an orgasm, even though if you'd asked me an
hour before, I would have told you different. The
experience was overwhelming, stirring emotions and
responses within me that I couldn't name nor define.
Later I was to look back and see that from that
transcendent moment on, I would have given her my heart
or soul had she asked me for it, I would have died for
her smile: all those melodramatic, exuberant sorts of
overreactions, they all applied to the way that woman
made me feel.
As Kim returned my hug with equal strength, I was able
to regain my composure. With a gentle motion, I urged
her onto her back beside me, and started kissing at her
navel and worked my way slowly up her ribs. A little sly
and playful nibble there proved that she, too was
ticklish, but I'd save tickle fights for later... my
lips continued their peregrination upwards, finally
finding the warm, soft swelling of her breast. I tugged
her shirt up over her breasts, and she helped me pull it
off over her head. The creamy white skin, the pale pink
of her nipples stood out against her golden tan. I just
sat, propped up on one elbow, and looked for a moment,
enjoying the perfect curve of her breasts.
She had one arm around my shoulders, stroking my hair
with the other, pressing my head to her breast to
indicate that I should suck harder. As I complied, she
gasped quietly, then let out a low moan as my left hand
found it way to her panties, and began investigating the
path within. I slid my hand inside the thin cloth, and
slipped first one side and then the other down past her
hips, exposing her loins to my questing fingers.
Her hand had left my hair, and she was trying without
much success to free herself of the minimal confinement
of her panties. Regretfully, I left the nipple that I
had been suckling, sitting up to help her finish
removing them. My god, but she was gorgeous! She was
indeed blonde, and the streetlight made the curly hair
gleam, droplets of moisture catching little sparks of
light, like diamonds glittering in a net of spun gold.
A shiver took me then as I looked at her, my arousal
mounting high again. She looked like an alabaster and
chalcedony statue, an idol waiting to be worshipped.
This I did, kneeling between her legs, kissing softly
from her instep to her ankle, up her leg, meeting the
soft flesh of her inner thigh with my lips, evoking
answering shivers from her. I was teasing, delaying the
final homage of my lips while reeling in the heady scent
of her like a bee in an orchard.
Finally my kisses found their way to their destination.
I spread her tender folds to expose her wetness, and
very slowly lowered my lips to suckle the nectar at the
center of her flower. She tasted of salt and peaches,
with a faint hint of honey.
She let loose a deep contralto moan, one that seemed to
reverberate in my very bones with its heavy load of
sensuous arousal as I ran my tongue tip from her opening
to the small protrusion of her hooded clit. I sank
against her, kissing her open-mouthed, exactly the same
sort of kiss that I would have delivered mouth-to-mouth,
my tongue twining about and teasing her clitoris with
feather-light stokes. I could feel the trembling tension
in her long legs, which she had wrapped around me.
Her hands stroked my hair, gradually stilling, then
suddenly seizing me firmly to guide my tongue all the
better. She urged me on, the pressure of her hands
encouraging me to flicker my tongue more firmly and
quickly across her swollen clit. I worked my hands under
us, sliding two fingers deep into her open pussy.
Again she let loose with that deep and wrenching moan,
and I could feel the goosebumps rising down my spine as
my own arousal edged up a notch with hers. She was
starting to gasp and make little mewling sounds now, and
I kept well in rhythm with her cries as I lashed her
clit with my tongue.
I removed my fingers from her cunt, causing a wordless
cry of dismay from her, but immediately set my other
hand to the task of stroking her pussy.
Meanwhile, the fingers of my right hand were now
thoroughly wet, and taking a leaf from this beautiful
woman's own book, I began to tease her asshole with my
slippery digits, finally sliding a wet finger deep
inside the tight opening. Now she began bucking her hips
wildly, driving her cunt against my mouth, hands tight
in my hair, thrusting hard to impale herself upon the
fingers which pierced her front and back.
I had all I could do to keep licking her hot cunt,
fucking her ass and pussy with both hands, and remember
to occasionally breathe as well. I couldn't control my
own aroused reaction, and I was driving my own hips into
the mattress in time with her thrusts as well. Suddenly,
she let loose with a banshee cry, stiffening a moment
and holding my head tightly against her.
I never let up on her engorged clit, licking and
flicking my tongue over it as fast as I could. The
trembling of her legs was like a tightly strung
bowstring, quivering with tension, and I was amazed to
feel the rhythmic contractions of her orgasms quite
clearly via the finger in her ass.
I had never been so completely aware of a woman's orgasm
before now, and the wonder and sense of power this gave
me pushed me over the edge into an orgasm of my own.
I continued to lick her reaction. She said nothing yet,
just kissed my neck softly where she had buried her face
in the angle of my shoulder.
I clung to her as well, certain that I had died and gone
to heaven. Making love to her had renewed my arousal,
and I hadn't been able to satisfy my needs by humping
the mattress earlier. I hoped that she would do
something about this in a moment, but the urgency was
past, replaced by a glow of contentment mingled with
arousal.
The next time would be slower and more sensual, but
equally passionate and overwhelming in intensity, if our
first pass at love was any indication.
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