Karen
A naive girl from a small town accidentally has her first sexual encounter during winter break.
Growing up in a small town in the 80s made me a little naïve about certain things. It was a time before the internet when a girl could be easily kept ignorant about sex. When I started college, I hoped that college life would expand my social horizons. My freshman dorm was called a cluster. Eight girls shared a cluster, two girls shared a bedroom and there was a modest living space in the center. I was still a virgin and was surprised to see my roommates act and dress more sexually than I had ever seen before. Part of me was reall excited about sharing life with these girls.
My name is Ellen, and I was pretty in a country kind of way; I had long brown hair, bright blue eyes. I was tall and didn’t have much of a figure; my breasts were smaller than all of my other friends and I really didn’t need to wear a bra. They were the size that made me invisible to the boys in my school, who all seemed to flock to the girls with bigger tits. Maybe it might have been different if I dressed in a way that showed my figure but and I had no interest in showing it off.
Before college, my only experience with sex was what I did with myself when taking a bath or alone in my room. Even though I was taught that masturbating was wrong and that I should feel guilty afterward, I loved the sensations I felt. My brother always had a stash of magazines in his room and I loved to use them whenever I pleasured myself. The funny thing, which I only realized later, was that I always fantasized about women when I masturbated. So, I hoped college would open my eyes for me, but I never expected how much until after my first winter there.
My dorm roommate, Karen, was a thin redhead with crystal blue eyes with an angelic face. She was gorgeous. Her breasts were smaller and barely noticeable. She did not need a bra and was not bashful about showing them off when changing. While it took some time for me to get used to her sleeping in nothing but her panties, I enjoyed watching her sleep almost naked. I, on the other hand, wore a very modest nightgown and could not understand how she could sleep wearing so little.
I wasn't as brave as she was and only undressed when I was alone. I was bashful and felt vulnerable being naked around people. I never noticed how beautiful my body was and that it wasn't something to be ashamed of. As we got to know each other and become friends, Karen was always complimenting my body and looks in general. While I kept my body hidden, Karen liked to show off hers by wearing clothes that revealed her legs and midriff. Karen thought her legs were one of her best features and loved showing them off. During our first months at college, guys were always trying to date her, but she kept turning them down. I never understood why she never said yes until one day while sitting in the lounge area of our dorm.
I was watching TV with some of the girls after a long day of classes. It was one of the few entertainments I had since my schoolwork usually kept me very busy. On occasion, I would eat pizza with some of the girls there while we talked about girl's things. I overheard Kendra and a friend of hers talking. She was one of those types who thought everyone outside of her circle was beneath her and was very vocal about it.
"You know the girl that is in the room across from mine, the one with the red hair?" Kendra said with an arrogant tone. She did not wait for a reply before continuing. "That redhead is a lesbian! I caught her checking out Rebecca in the shower. I’ll bet she already turned her roommate into one too," she said with a mixture of joy and disgust on her face.
She was talking about my roommate Karen, but I was confused about what a lesbian was. I came from a small town and never heard anybody being called that before. I was hoping that she wouldn't notice me, but I wasn't that lucky. She sat beside me before saying, "Hey, you!" She never tried remembering my name and only did so with people who were important to her. I gave her my full attention hoping to get this over with quickly, and she asked me rather crudely, "I got to know one thing. Do you let her go down on you?" I did not know what she was talking about and was unsure how to answer her. She snickered at my cluelessness and spoke in a superior tone, "It means your roommate likes girls. I would watch out if I were you. Your innocence makes you easy prey for perverts like her. If I were you, I would get another roommate before she puts the moves on you."
Karen was a nice person and we had become really close friends. We spent a lot of time together and enjoyed each other’s company. But, after Kendra’s outburst, some of the girls in our dorm started to avoid Karen after finding out that she was gay. They refused to take a shower with her and would walk out when she entered, holding on to their towels tightly against their bodies.
I could see the pain that was in her eyes at their rejection. She looked at me with teary eyes and waited for me to do the same, but I could not hurt her like that. She was surprised that I remained her close friend. I was too tender-hearted to be a bitch, especially to someone that always showed me kindness. My parents taught me to be open-minded about people's differences and accept them on their own merits.
One day after I finished my shower, I waited for her after getting dressed before asking, "Where do you want to go for dinner tonight?" She cried a little over someone being kind to her and not caring that she was gay. I did not realize at the time the hardship that gay people went through. She said she sometimes had to hide what she was from people to avoid judgment. She was very happy that I was one of the few people who accepted her as she was and did not treat her like a freak.
"Mexican would be nice," she said with her eyes moistening up. "You would think in this day and age we would move past this shit. I thought this place would be different, but I guess I was wrong," she said with a sad tone to her voice. After dinner we walked back to our room in silence, and I was confident that I made the right decision with her. She waited until we were in the room before hugging me. "Thank you for still being my friend," she replied emotionally. We became even closer after that day and spent a lot of time together.
My innocent mind made it easy for me to let my guard down around her since she was a woman, which allowed me to do things that I wouldn't do with a guy in the room. I would undress around her but never exposed myself too much. I would only go as far as my undergarments before turning my back to her to remove my bra before putting on my nightgown or pajamas. I was too shy to show off my body and would only get naked if there were nobody was in the room. Even being careful as I was, she eventually saw me completely nude. When I slipped on a new pair of panties, putting on or taking off my bra, believing she wasn’t looking I unknowingly exposed myself to her. After Kendra outed her, she changed what she did around me. She was afraid of losing me as a friend and made sure that I would always be comfortable around her. She no longer went topless to bed but wore little bralettes that were almost see-through. She started turning her back on me while I was changing my clothes. When Karen did see me naked, it was by accident, and she would turn her gaze away.
Karen being gay never became an issue when we were hanging out because she never brought it up. But I did tease her into talking about the girl of the week she had a crush on. We always ended up laughing about it. When our fall finals came and went, we were still good friends. Everybody was preparing to go home for their winter break, but unfortunately, I did not have the money to go home and had to stay at school. Everyone else was leaving, including Karen, and I was bummed out that I would be all alone.
Karen postponed her trip until the next day so that I wouldn't be all alone for one day at least. She asked me to come with her, but I kindly declined the Invitation. I did not want to get in the way of her holiday plans with her family. We had the whole place to ourselves, and we took advantage of that by ordering a pizza and drinking wine while staying up late watching movies. I had never felt so lonely when she left after lunch the following day and regretted not going with her.
Being alone gave me the freedom to do things that I usually wouldn't, and out of boredom, I decided to shower after dinner. I usually undressed in the shower area, but today I did it in my room. I was nervous walking naked to the shower with just a towel in my right arm and still looked around to make sure I was truly alone.
It felt a little liberating to step out of my comfort level by wearing nothing to the shower. It was a little scary to walk around like that but also felt kind of good. I tossed my towel on the bench and walked into a nearby stall. The heat from the shower felt good on my body, and I stayed in it longer than I usually would. The heat from the water kept me from noticing how cold the room had gotten. The heater had stopped working, and the room temperature had dropped more than a few degrees. After stepping out of the shower I soon regretted not bringing any clothes with me. I could feel my body starting to freeze, and my nipples harden from the cold.
I was surprised to run into Karen in our living area holding a box. When she saw me she yelled out, "Oh, there you are! I was looking for you, and as you can tell, I decided to stay." I was shivering from the cold as she explained that she felt guilty for leaving me alone and decided to come back. She called her mother to let her know that she was not coming and had called the maintenance man after she noticed the heat was out, but he couldn't come out until the next day. It sucked that we had to spend the night without heat, but not being alone made it a little easier.
She was setting up a surprise for me in the lounge but only had the time to put out some blankets before getting the box that she was now carrying. In life, we sometimes come to a crossroads where our choices can lead us down two different paths. I was cold with only a towel wrapped around my body to keep me warm, and I had two options. Going to my room to get dressed or make do with the warm blankets nearby.
Against my better judgment, I followed her and sat on a sofa, wrapping myself in a warm blanket. I sat down on the couch, trying to keep the little heat that I had from escaping my body. Karen put the box down before taking out a jar of popcorn, a movie, a couple of plastic cups, bottle of vodka and placing them on the table. She poured me a glass and told me that it would help me feel warm. I had never drunk anything besides wine before, and since I trusted her, I accepted it.
It was hard to get down at first, but it got easier after a few swallows. The more I drank, the less noticeable the cold was, and when Karen returned with the popcorn, my cup was empty. I felt relaxed and loose. She placed the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table before filling my cup back up.
I started to notice halfway through the movie that Karen would watch me as I grabbed my drink or popcorn. I was confused about why I was receiving her attention at those times, and after a few more rounds of it, I finally caught on. The vodka made me so relaxed that I never noticed my towel had slipped off my body. Every time I took another drink of vodka or grabbed some popcorn, my blanket would open, exposing my left breast to her. My nipples were hard from the cold, and when I started focusing my attention on my nipples, I felt the right one was a little sensitive. It was rubbing against my blanket, sending a strange, funny feeling through me. Knowing Karen was watching excited me even more.
The movie was a critically acclaimed story of an older woman befriending, and ultimately seducing, a much younger salesgirl. The sexual tension between the two grew as the movie continued and I could tell that Karen was becoming quite aroused. I could see her pressing her thighs together and releasing them and knew she was teasing her pussy.
As for me, the vodka had shut down the part of my brain where my shyness and fear came from. That was not the only thing that it did, it also unlocked something else within me. I found myself enjoying my friend's attention, and for the first time, I wanted to be desired. Guys ignored me because was too modest. I found it Karen’s attention nice, even if it was a girl that was showing interest in me.
I could see the conflict in Karen’s eyes trying to decide whether to tell me that my breast was exposed or just keep staring at them. She did not know that I was aware that it was hanging out or that I was letting her see them on purpose. I didn’t realize that doing so was torturing my dear friend. Karen had been attracted to me from the first moment we met, and I was making it hard for her to ignore her desire for me. It was naïve of me to think that letting her see my soft tender breast was as innocent as letting her admire my hair.
The vodka was making me a little bolder and quite horny. I wanted to push myself a little further. I arched my back while downing my cup of vodka that only had a mouthful left in it and let my blanket fall around my waist. My breasts were fully exposed but for only a few moments. My nipples felt good in the cold air that gave it a delightful sting as if Jack Frost was caressing them. After letting her see my breasts, I decided that I had gone far enough and covered myself back up.
The two girls in the movie were about to go to bed together when the power went out, sending the room into udder darkness. And leaving us very horny. I never noticed that a snowstorm was brewing outside in all the excitement, and now I could hear the cold, bitter wind blowing. It had an almost eerie sound to it that frightened me a little. Realizing it would be best to head to our bedroom I stood up and felt my towel fall to the floor around my feet. When I picked up the towel, I thought the room was far darker than it was; I removed my blanket to wrap my towel around me tightly before covering up with the blanket again.
My eyes were not that good in the dark, and the vodka I drank had clouded my senses. The moonlight gave the room and everything in it a blue glow. Karen caught a glimpse of my nude body highlighted by the moonlight. I heard her let out a sigh, but I didn't realize it was from seeing my body. I held on to Karen as we slowly made our way back to our dark and cold bedroom. There was some light shining from the window onto her bed, but mine was in total darkness. I wasn't interested in sleeping in it because I didn't want to depart from the warmth of Karen's body. It was the only heat source in the room, and I didn't realize how it sounded when I suggested that we sleep together in her bed. She was taken aback by my request and tried not to see any other motives than an innocent one. She could not be sure that someone like me, a pure, naive girl, would just turn lesbian. Karen fought back her desire and did nothing as I crawled into her bed.
After getting into her bed, I laid my glasses on her nightstand and listened to the sound of her undressing as I fell asleep. The last thing I heard was the sound of a zipper followed by her pants being removed. When I woke up sometime later, I could feel the coldness of the room biting into my flesh, realizing that I pushed my towel and blanket off in my sleep. My body was exposed to the cold night air, and I quickly covered myself back up.
The only source of heat I could find was from Karen, and I snuggled closer to her, pressing my naked ass against her hoping to steal some warmth from her. She turned on her side, embracing my body with hers; I could feel the fabric of her shirt and two tiny hard nipples poking into my back. I felt her hot breath on my neck and the heat that was coming from her. It felt so good that I was easing back into sleep, and in my innocence, I didn't see anything wrong when she placed a hand on my hip. It was shaking from what I thought was from the cold; I grabbed it before sliding it down to the lower part of my stomach and then up against my bosom for warmth.
This was a mistake that pushed my friend into action thinking that I wanted to have sex with her. Her hand was not shaking from the cold but from the fear that I would reject her touch. She could not sleep with my naked body lying next to hers, and she was contemplating if it was worth the risk of losing our friendship by touching me. She was trying to figure it out when I sent her the wrong message by my actions which came off more seductive than I intended it to be. But deep in my mind the thought of being seductive was what I wanted.
Karen did not move her hand for a few minutes, but now after I moved her hand she wanted to find out if desire was behind it and decided to test the water a bit by touching me. She had placed her hand somewhere she thought it would be safe, and wondered if my reaction in moving it was intended to be the beginning of the end of my virginity. If I had brushed her hand away, Karen would've known that she was wrong, and the night would've gone differently.
I felt her hand begin to gently rub over my stomach. Slowly, the circles became wider. I had mixed emotions about her advances, but her caresses felt wonderful. I felt her head nuzzle next to mine and she began to kiss the side of my neck and nuzzle my ear.
“Ellen, are you okay with this?”
“I’m not sure.”
“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to. So, the safe word is hairbrush. If you want me to stop, just say hairbrush, however you want. Okay?” I nodded my head.
Her kisses resumed. And then her hand found my nipples. Her fingers began to tease them, pinching, rolling my nipple between her fingers. And her kisses became more intense. In part of my mind Karen was awakening erotic sensations I had never felt. Electric shocks coursed through my body as she caressed me, and her hot breath coursed over my ears. But then the naïve country girl intruded. “What on earth are you doing? What are you thinking?”
“Karen, I need to find my hairbrush.”
“Are you sure?” “I think it’s better.” “Okay.” And she stopped.
I went to the bathroom and just sat on the toilet. I was a sexual mess. I wanted it so badly but wanting it just scared me from getting it.
When I went back to bed, Karen’s back was turned away from me. She seemed to be asleep. I didn’t bother her and finally fell asleep. When I awoke in the morning, Karen was already gone. She left a note that she would catch up with me later. It was still snowing, and I decided to bury myself in the library and work on a paper that was due shortly after the New Year. After several hours of research, I wandered over to the lesbian book section and began to read up on it. The upshot of my reading was that my stifled upbringing may have stifled my feelings about my own sexuality.
Around 5, Karen pinged me and asked if I was all right. After I assured her I was fine -- even better than fine, she asked if I would meet her for coffee. When I found her, I could tell she had been crying.
“I’m so, so sorry,” she cried. “I should have known better.”
I took her hands in mine. “It’s my fault. I should never have said hairbrush. Can I take it back? Do over?”
I’ve never seen a more beautiful smile than I did at that moment.
“Another movie night? I have a real hot number you might like.”
“Deal, but let’s stick to wine.”
It turned out the movie Karen had selected was an erotic French film about two young lesbian girls. Karen laid on her back on the sofa with her head in my lap. She lad on a loose dress with a mid-thigh skirt. As the movie unrolled, Karen became more and more aroused at the love affair between the two girls. Her hands caressed her stomach getting closer and closer to her pussy. Then the girls got naked.
Karen whispered to no one “Oh, god; this is so hot.”
“Do you want to touch yourself?” “Yes.”
“I would like to watch you.”
Karen pulled her knees toward her chest. As she did, her skirt ran up her legs, exposing her pink panties. I loved how they cupped her pussy. I also could see a dark spot from her pussy juices. She lifted her hips off the sofa and hiked her skirt to her waist.
“You’re wet.” “I know; I’m so horny from watching these two.”
I spread her legs and began to stroke the inside of her thigh from her knee almost to her pussy. I wanted to show her that I was ready. I watched her hand go to her pussy and she began rubbing herself through her panties. As the girls in the movie got naked, Karen whispered “Look at how sexy they are.” I could feel my panties getting wet as the two began to have sex. I watched Karen’s hand rub her pussy and the stain in her panties got bigger as she got more aroused. The girls in the movie made love for a very long time. I watched as Karen’s fingering became more intense and she began to push the fabric inside her pussy. I kept stroking her legs as they began to twitch. “Oh, god; I’m going to come.” I watched as her body went stiff as her orgasm hit. Her panties were flooded with her come as each wave of her orgasm pushed more come into her panties. I watched it ooze through her panty fabric. I had never seen anything as erotic in my life.
“Did you come?” she asked. “No but I think I wet my pants watching you.”
“I’m sorry.” “Oh; don’t be -- watching you was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Do you want to go to bed?” Karen asked. “Can we sleep in your bed?” I asked. Karen smiled and nodded. “Are you sure.” I nodded back.
As we dressed for bed, I asked Karen if I could wear one of her bralettes. I wanted to make it clear that I was ready for her this time. She handed me a black number that matched my panties. My nipples were already visibly erect.
Karen got into bed wearing just a tight tshirt and panties. I slid in next to her, letting my back touch her, I could feel her nipples touching me and I could feel my pussy juice a little. Karen slipped her hand over my side and let it rest on my stomach. I felt her head come close to mine and I let out a soft gasp as she began to kiss and nibble my neck. Then the sucking and biting became more intense. “Are you marking me?” Karen whispered, “I want everyone to know that I was your first.”
As she attacked my neck, her hand traveled up my stomach and over her bralette. It began to fondle my breast. I could feel my sexual excitement begin to take over. I was so ready for this. When Karen’s fingers lightly pinched my nipple, I gave another soft gasp. “Are you okay?” “Yes” I managed to whisper. She slipped her tongue into my ear and I felt like I would come as her warm breath washed over me. Her hand slipped under her bralette and again found my nipple. Karen became the first woman to touch my breast. Karen moved away from me and rolled me onto my back, at the same time removing the bralette.
Her mouth closed over one of my nipples and she began to suck it between her teeth lightly biting me as it slipped in and out of her mouth. I took her hand and slid it down my stomach, guiding it onto my panties and let it rest on my pussy mound. I wanted to give her a signal that I wanted her and provided all the encouragement that she might need.
I could feel her fingers barely touching my trimmed bush, lightly massaging my mound. I spread my legs, letting her know her hand was welcome. Her finger slid down between my pussy lips and began to slide up and down my slit. I could feel myself losing control of my body to my erotic side. All I wanted was for Karen to take me. It was an amazing feeling -- and one I had never felt before. Karen’s fingers found my clit and I was surprised that my legs twitched each time her fingers flicked my clit. I could feel my juices soaking my panties.
“Can I go down on you?” Karen whispered, now convinced that I wanted her and was not going to hold back from letting her take me.
“Hmmm” I whispered, not really knowing what she meant.
The meaning became clear when she gave me a kiss and began to kiss her way down my body, sliding between my legs as she descended. Her hands took both my nipple between her fingers and she rolled them between her fingers, sending shocks through me. Her mouth reached my panties and I could feel her kissing my pussy through the fabric.
“You are so wet!” I could only manage a soft moan of pleasure.
Karen squeezed my nipples tenderly while kissing my thighs in the space between my thighs and the hem of my panties. Karen kissed my thighs so passionately that I was sure that she left hickies on each leg to mark that I was now hers. My body stiffened up from the shock of being touched sexually for the first time by a woman. There was no way that I was going to tell her to stop. Only moans of lust escaped my lips. Karen continued to rub my nipples between her fingers, giving me pleasure that I never knew I could have from another woman.
Karen’s gentleness made me realize that I should never have rushed to bring myself to an orgasm. If only I had taken my time, I would have experienced greater sexual pleasure. If I had known about this earlier would have masturbated more often than I did. What Karen was doing to me was making my body warm up in a whole new way to fight off the cold of the night. I was enjoying this, and I couldn’t understand why a part of me had thought this was wrong. I knew I could never resist Karen.
Karen eased the waistband of my panties down just enough to expose my pussy. I felt her mouth ever so gently kiss and lick one side of my pussy and then the other. The sensation of her mouth so close to my pussy sent shivers through me. She brought a hand down and with her fingers pressed my pussy lips together and rubbed them against each other as she continued to lick each side of my pussy. I was so aroused I could barely breathe. I had never felt anything so erotic. I knew I was wet. I knew my pussy was spasming. I couldn’t stop the feeling that was building inside.
She reached for the waistband of my panties and looked up at me. “Can I take these off now?” I could only nod.
Karen slowly peeled my panties down my legs, making it into an erotic act.
As my panties came off and I was now naked to her. I spread my legs, opening my pussy to her, inviting her to take me.
And then her mouth was on my pussy.
Her hot tongue slipped inside me. “Oh, god” I moaned. “Are you okay?” I could only nod because I was holding my breath. I couldn't believe that I was letting her do these things to me and how so very good it felt. Her tongue was flicking inside my pussy and I could feel the spasming. New desires screamed from within my body, and I allowed myself to go where they took me. My brain tried to fight back for control, but my erotic side demanded that this must happen. I could feel the heat between my legs getting warmer as my pussy got wetter.
I never knew that I could have such pleasure with my own body and the joy I could have given myself. Karen was an artist with her tongue, and the way she licked and sucked on my pussy lips was bringing an orgasm ever closer.
And then it hit me. Karen’s mouth found my clit and she began to suck it between her teeth. My hands went to her head to hold her there as my body began to shudder. I felt as if I was falling. Karen’s mouth locked onto my clit and she just sucked on it, her tongue scraping over the tip of my clit. My body went stiff, my back arching off the bed. I felt my legs rise into the air, my toes curled as my orgasm exploded deep inside me. My moans were loud enough to pass through the wall, but no one was there to hear them. If anybody had been there, they would have known that Karen had given me my first orgasm, felt the muscles throughout my body spasm. The pleasure that erupted between my legs was something my body wasn't ready for.
I did not want this feeling inside me to end and I still felt a craving to be kissed, touched, and fucked by her. I would do anything to keep her touching me and was pleased to see that she was not done with me. Karen slowly kissed up my stomach to my belly button, where she made love to it. It seemed like time had stopped with her kisses going on for eternity. The feeling of each seductive kiss followed by her tongue licking my sensitive skin gave me tiny multiple orgasms.
I was squirming from the pleasure caused by her lips on my breasts and the way she was taking her time teasing them. Karen slid her hand gently down through my bush and into my pussy. I was so wet that her fingers went in without trouble and were soaked in seconds.
Karen looked up at me and whispered “Are you still … you know?”
I nodded. “We’ll take it a bit easy then. That’s for another night.”
She moved her fingers in and out of me as gently as she could. I could feel her fingers pushing up against something inside me but didn’t know it was my virginity she was testing. Having her sucking on my nipple while fingering me was too much for me. I could feel it coming again and I loved the feeling as another orgasm exploded within me, and I let out a loud wail before nearly passing out.
I took a moment to catch my breath before pulling Karen into a kiss. Our kiss was intense and raw with passion. I dug my nails into her back before scratching down it until I grabbed her ass, wrapping my legs tightly around her. My sexual instinct was in complete control of me, and I was powerless to resist it. It was my turn to worship her body, and I wasn't going to disappoint her. She broke our kiss to remove her shirt and could see her small breasts in the dark.
I wanted to give her the same amount of pleasure that she just gave me. I rolled her over onto her back, taking one of her breasts into my mouth. I sucked on it and swirled my tongue around her nipple. I was trying to mimic what she did to me, and she started to moan. I was pleased that I was doing it right and was giving her pleasure. I worked my way down, leaving a trail of kisses on her stomach.
I worked my way between her legs. I was inched from her panty-covered pussy and could see how wet she was. A dark stain of her come had soaked the gusset of her panties. I could smell her sex. I kissed the insides of her thighs, working my way to her. I slid her panties to the side and softly gasped at my first sight of another girl’s pussy. Karen’s pussy lips glistened with her come.
“Take my panties off.”
Without any hesitation, I slowly removed her panties and tossed them aside. Karen pushed her legs apart and a hand guided my face between them.
“Mark me. I want to remember this in the morning.”
My mouth kissed its way up her thigh and just before finding her lips, I locked my mouth onto the flesh of her thigh and sucked and bit until she begged me to stop. Even in the darkness, I could see a large black and blue spot that marked my first pussy. I could smell the sweet aroma that came off her pussy, and that intoxicating aroma turned me on. I ran my tongue up and down her slit before sliding it in. Her pussy was wet, and I swallowed some of her juices.
Karen tasted a little salty but she had a delicious flavor. I swirled my tongue around the inside of her pussy and imitated each step that Karen made with me. I found what I was doing to her was enjoyable and I knew that this wouldn't be the last time that I ate a girl's pussy. Karen held on to my head as she ground her pussy into my face. My mouth moved to her clit and I teased it with my teeth as she had done to me. Karen’s legs began to shake as I bit her clit. Her hips began to gyrate and I slipped a finger inside her. A soft gasp of pleasure excited me and I slipped another finger into her. Karen was now in the throes of her own erotic side. Her hips rose and fell, fucking my fingers as I sucked her clit into my mouth. Sharp, soft moans came with each thrust against my fingers. And then one long deep moan as Karen finally gave in and let her orgasm shoot through her. She shuddered and her body went stiff as she came and, then just as suddenly, her body went limp.
I crawled into her arms, feeling better than I ever did in my life, and wasn't ready for it to end. I still felt the need to feel Karen’s body against mine and I held on to her. She was all I wanted at that moment. I lay my head on her chest and lightly let my fingers rub over her stomach. I listened to every beat of her heart while the taste of her pussy still lingered in my mouth.
I felt the joy of desire as Karen whispered “I was attracted to you the first time I saw you. I was so happy that you would be my roommate. And I’m so happy I didn’t go home.
I woke up with my head still on her chest. Her arms were wrapped around me.
Growing up in a small town in the 80s made me a little naïve about certain things. It was a time before the internet when a girl could be easily kept ignorant about sex. When I started college, I hoped that college life would expand my social horizons. My freshman dorm was called a cluster. Eight girls shared a cluster, two girls shared a bedroom and there was a modest living space in the center. I was still a virgin and was surprised to see my roommates act and dress more sexually than I had ever seen before. Part of me was reall excited about sharing life with these girls.
My name is Ellen, and I was pretty in a country kind of way; I had long brown hair, bright blue eyes. I was tall and didn’t have much of a figure; my breasts were smaller than all of my other friends and I really didn’t need to wear a bra. They were the size that made me invisible to the boys in my school, who all seemed to flock to the girls with bigger tits. Maybe it might have been different if I dressed in a way that showed my figure but and I had no interest in showing it off.
Before college, my only experience with sex was what I did with myself when taking a bath or alone in my room. Even though I was taught that masturbating was wrong and that I should feel guilty afterward, I loved the sensations I felt. My brother always had a stash of magazines in his room and I loved to use them whenever I pleasured myself. The funny thing, which I only realized later, was that I always fantasized about women when I masturbated. So, I hoped college would open my eyes for me, but I never expected how much until after my first winter there.
My dorm roommate, Karen, was a thin redhead with crystal blue eyes with an angelic face. She was gorgeous. Her breasts were smaller and barely noticeable. She did not need a bra and was not bashful about showing them off when changing. While it took some time for me to get used to her sleeping in nothing but her panties, I enjoyed watching her sleep almost naked. I, on the other hand, wore a very modest nightgown and could not understand how she could sleep wearing so little.
I wasn't as brave as she was and only undressed when I was alone. I was bashful and felt vulnerable being naked around people. I never noticed how beautiful my body was and that it wasn't something to be ashamed of. As we got to know each other and become friends, Karen was always complimenting my body and looks in general. While I kept my body hidden, Karen liked to show off hers by wearing clothes that revealed her legs and midriff. Karen thought her legs were one of her best features and loved showing them off. During our first months at college, guys were always trying to date her, but she kept turning them down. I never understood why she never said yes until one day while sitting in the lounge area of our dorm.
I was watching TV with some of the girls after a long day of classes. It was one of the few entertainments I had since my schoolwork usually kept me very busy. On occasion, I would eat pizza with some of the girls there while we talked about girl's things. I overheard Kendra and a friend of hers talking. She was one of those types who thought everyone outside of her circle was beneath her and was very vocal about it.
"You know the girl that is in the room across from mine, the one with the red hair?" Kendra said with an arrogant tone. She did not wait for a reply before continuing. "That redhead is a lesbian! I caught her checking out Rebecca in the shower. I’ll bet she already turned her roommate into one too," she said with a mixture of joy and disgust on her face.
She was talking about my roommate Karen, but I was confused about what a lesbian was. I came from a small town and never heard anybody being called that before. I was hoping that she wouldn't notice me, but I wasn't that lucky. She sat beside me before saying, "Hey, you!" She never tried remembering my name and only did so with people who were important to her. I gave her my full attention hoping to get this over with quickly, and she asked me rather crudely, "I got to know one thing. Do you let her go down on you?" I did not know what she was talking about and was unsure how to answer her. She snickered at my cluelessness and spoke in a superior tone, "It means your roommate likes girls. I would watch out if I were you. Your innocence makes you easy prey for perverts like her. If I were you, I would get another roommate before she puts the moves on you."
Karen was a nice person and we had become really close friends. We spent a lot of time together and enjoyed each other’s company. But, after Kendra’s outburst, some of the girls in our dorm started to avoid Karen after finding out that she was gay. They refused to take a shower with her and would walk out when she entered, holding on to their towels tightly against their bodies.
I could see the pain that was in her eyes at their rejection. She looked at me with teary eyes and waited for me to do the same, but I could not hurt her like that. She was surprised that I remained her close friend. I was too tender-hearted to be a bitch, especially to someone that always showed me kindness. My parents taught me to be open-minded about people's differences and accept them on their own merits.
One day after I finished my shower, I waited for her after getting dressed before asking, "Where do you want to go for dinner tonight?" She cried a little over someone being kind to her and not caring that she was gay. I did not realize at the time the hardship that gay people went through. She said she sometimes had to hide what she was from people to avoid judgment. She was very happy that I was one of the few people who accepted her as she was and did not treat her like a freak.
"Mexican would be nice," she said with her eyes moistening up. "You would think in this day and age we would move past this shit. I thought this place would be different, but I guess I was wrong," she said with a sad tone to her voice. After dinner we walked back to our room in silence, and I was confident that I made the right decision with her. She waited until we were in the room before hugging me. "Thank you for still being my friend," she replied emotionally. We became even closer after that day and spent a lot of time together.
My innocent mind made it easy for me to let my guard down around her since she was a woman, which allowed me to do things that I wouldn't do with a guy in the room. I would undress around her but never exposed myself too much. I would only go as far as my undergarments before turning my back to her to remove my bra before putting on my nightgown or pajamas. I was too shy to show off my body and would only get naked if there were nobody was in the room. Even being careful as I was, she eventually saw me completely nude. When I slipped on a new pair of panties, putting on or taking off my bra, believing she wasn’t looking I unknowingly exposed myself to her. After Kendra outed her, she changed what she did around me. She was afraid of losing me as a friend and made sure that I would always be comfortable around her. She no longer went topless to bed but wore little bralettes that were almost see-through. She started turning her back on me while I was changing my clothes. When Karen did see me naked, it was by accident, and she would turn her gaze away.
Karen being gay never became an issue when we were hanging out because she never brought it up. But I did tease her into talking about the girl of the week she had a crush on. We always ended up laughing about it. When our fall finals came and went, we were still good friends. Everybody was preparing to go home for their winter break, but unfortunately, I did not have the money to go home and had to stay at school. Everyone else was leaving, including Karen, and I was bummed out that I would be all alone.
Karen postponed her trip until the next day so that I wouldn't be all alone for one day at least. She asked me to come with her, but I kindly declined the Invitation. I did not want to get in the way of her holiday plans with her family. We had the whole place to ourselves, and we took advantage of that by ordering a pizza and drinking wine while staying up late watching movies. I had never felt so lonely when she left after lunch the following day and regretted not going with her.
Being alone gave me the freedom to do things that I usually wouldn't, and out of boredom, I decided to shower after dinner. I usually undressed in the shower area, but today I did it in my room. I was nervous walking naked to the shower with just a towel in my right arm and still looked around to make sure I was truly alone.
It felt a little liberating to step out of my comfort level by wearing nothing to the shower. It was a little scary to walk around like that but also felt kind of good. I tossed my towel on the bench and walked into a nearby stall. The heat from the shower felt good on my body, and I stayed in it longer than I usually would. The heat from the water kept me from noticing how cold the room had gotten. The heater had stopped working, and the room temperature had dropped more than a few degrees. After stepping out of the shower I soon regretted not bringing any clothes with me. I could feel my body starting to freeze, and my nipples harden from the cold.
I was surprised to run into Karen in our living area holding a box. When she saw me she yelled out, "Oh, there you are! I was looking for you, and as you can tell, I decided to stay." I was shivering from the cold as she explained that she felt guilty for leaving me alone and decided to come back. She called her mother to let her know that she was not coming and had called the maintenance man after she noticed the heat was out, but he couldn't come out until the next day. It sucked that we had to spend the night without heat, but not being alone made it a little easier.
She was setting up a surprise for me in the lounge but only had the time to put out some blankets before getting the box that she was now carrying. In life, we sometimes come to a crossroads where our choices can lead us down two different paths. I was cold with only a towel wrapped around my body to keep me warm, and I had two options. Going to my room to get dressed or make do with the warm blankets nearby.
Against my better judgment, I followed her and sat on a sofa, wrapping myself in a warm blanket. I sat down on the couch, trying to keep the little heat that I had from escaping my body. Karen put the box down before taking out a jar of popcorn, a movie, a couple of plastic cups, bottle of vodka and placing them on the table. She poured me a glass and told me that it would help me feel warm. I had never drunk anything besides wine before, and since I trusted her, I accepted it.
It was hard to get down at first, but it got easier after a few swallows. The more I drank, the less noticeable the cold was, and when Karen returned with the popcorn, my cup was empty. I felt relaxed and loose. She placed the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table before filling my cup back up.
I started to notice halfway through the movie that Karen would watch me as I grabbed my drink or popcorn. I was confused about why I was receiving her attention at those times, and after a few more rounds of it, I finally caught on. The vodka made me so relaxed that I never noticed my towel had slipped off my body. Every time I took another drink of vodka or grabbed some popcorn, my blanket would open, exposing my left breast to her. My nipples were hard from the cold, and when I started focusing my attention on my nipples, I felt the right one was a little sensitive. It was rubbing against my blanket, sending a strange, funny feeling through me. Knowing Karen was watching excited me even more.
The movie was a critically acclaimed story of an older woman befriending, and ultimately seducing, a much younger salesgirl. The sexual tension between the two grew as the movie continued and I could tell that Karen was becoming quite aroused. I could see her pressing her thighs together and releasing them and knew she was teasing her pussy.
As for me, the vodka had shut down the part of my brain where my shyness and fear came from. That was not the only thing that it did, it also unlocked something else within me. I found myself enjoying my friend's attention, and for the first time, I wanted to be desired. Guys ignored me because was too modest. I found it Karen’s attention nice, even if it was a girl that was showing interest in me.
I could see the conflict in Karen’s eyes trying to decide whether to tell me that my breast was exposed or just keep staring at them. She did not know that I was aware that it was hanging out or that I was letting her see them on purpose. I didn’t realize that doing so was torturing my dear friend. Karen had been attracted to me from the first moment we met, and I was making it hard for her to ignore her desire for me. It was naïve of me to think that letting her see my soft tender breast was as innocent as letting her admire my hair.
The vodka was making me a little bolder and quite horny. I wanted to push myself a little further. I arched my back while downing my cup of vodka that only had a mouthful left in it and let my blanket fall around my waist. My breasts were fully exposed but for only a few moments. My nipples felt good in the cold air that gave it a delightful sting as if Jack Frost was caressing them. After letting her see my breasts, I decided that I had gone far enough and covered myself back up.
The two girls in the movie were about to go to bed together when the power went out, sending the room into udder darkness. And leaving us very horny. I never noticed that a snowstorm was brewing outside in all the excitement, and now I could hear the cold, bitter wind blowing. It had an almost eerie sound to it that frightened me a little. Realizing it would be best to head to our bedroom I stood up and felt my towel fall to the floor around my feet. When I picked up the towel, I thought the room was far darker than it was; I removed my blanket to wrap my towel around me tightly before covering up with the blanket again.
My eyes were not that good in the dark, and the vodka I drank had clouded my senses. The moonlight gave the room and everything in it a blue glow. Karen caught a glimpse of my nude body highlighted by the moonlight. I heard her let out a sigh, but I didn't realize it was from seeing my body. I held on to Karen as we slowly made our way back to our dark and cold bedroom. There was some light shining from the window onto her bed, but mine was in total darkness. I wasn't interested in sleeping in it because I didn't want to depart from the warmth of Karen's body. It was the only heat source in the room, and I didn't realize how it sounded when I suggested that we sleep together in her bed. She was taken aback by my request and tried not to see any other motives than an innocent one. She could not be sure that someone like me, a pure, naive girl, would just turn lesbian. Karen fought back her desire and did nothing as I crawled into her bed.
After getting into her bed, I laid my glasses on her nightstand and listened to the sound of her undressing as I fell asleep. The last thing I heard was the sound of a zipper followed by her pants being removed. When I woke up sometime later, I could feel the coldness of the room biting into my flesh, realizing that I pushed my towel and blanket off in my sleep. My body was exposed to the cold night air, and I quickly covered myself back up.
The only source of heat I could find was from Karen, and I snuggled closer to her, pressing my naked ass against her hoping to steal some warmth from her. She turned on her side, embracing my body with hers; I could feel the fabric of her shirt and two tiny hard nipples poking into my back. I felt her hot breath on my neck and the heat that was coming from her. It felt so good that I was easing back into sleep, and in my innocence, I didn't see anything wrong when she placed a hand on my hip. It was shaking from what I thought was from the cold; I grabbed it before sliding it down to the lower part of my stomach and then up against my bosom for warmth.
This was a mistake that pushed my friend into action thinking that I wanted to have sex with her. Her hand was not shaking from the cold but from the fear that I would reject her touch. She could not sleep with my naked body lying next to hers, and she was contemplating if it was worth the risk of losing our friendship by touching me. She was trying to figure it out when I sent her the wrong message by my actions which came off more seductive than I intended it to be. But deep in my mind the thought of being seductive was what I wanted.
Karen did not move her hand for a few minutes, but now after I moved her hand she wanted to find out if desire was behind it and decided to test the water a bit by touching me. She had placed her hand somewhere she thought it would be safe, and wondered if my reaction in moving it was intended to be the beginning of the end of my virginity. If I had brushed her hand away, Karen would've known that she was wrong, and the night would've gone differently.
I felt her hand begin to gently rub over my stomach. Slowly, the circles became wider. I had mixed emotions about her advances, but her caresses felt wonderful. I felt her head nuzzle next to mine and she began to kiss the side of my neck and nuzzle my ear.
“Ellen, are you okay with this?”
“I’m not sure.”
“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to. So, the safe word is hairbrush. If you want me to stop, just say hairbrush, however you want. Okay?” I nodded my head.
Her kisses resumed. And then her hand found my nipples. Her fingers began to tease them, pinching, rolling my nipple between her fingers. And her kisses became more intense. In part of my mind Karen was awakening erotic sensations I had never felt. Electric shocks coursed through my body as she caressed me, and her hot breath coursed over my ears. But then the naïve country girl intruded. “What on earth are you doing? What are you thinking?”
“Karen, I need to find my hairbrush.”
“Are you sure?” “I think it’s better.” “Okay.” And she stopped.
I went to the bathroom and just sat on the toilet. I was a sexual mess. I wanted it so badly but wanting it just scared me from getting it.
When I went back to bed, Karen’s back was turned away from me. She seemed to be asleep. I didn’t bother her and finally fell asleep. When I awoke in the morning, Karen was already gone. She left a note that she would catch up with me later. It was still snowing, and I decided to bury myself in the library and work on a paper that was due shortly after the New Year. After several hours of research, I wandered over to the lesbian book section and began to read up on it. The upshot of my reading was that my stifled upbringing may have stifled my feelings about my own sexuality.
Around 5, Karen pinged me and asked if I was all right. After I assured her I was fine -- even better than fine, she asked if I would meet her for coffee. When I found her, I could tell she had been crying.
“I’m so, so sorry,” she cried. “I should have known better.”
I took her hands in mine. “It’s my fault. I should never have said hairbrush. Can I take it back? Do over?”
I’ve never seen a more beautiful smile than I did at that moment.
“Another movie night? I have a real hot number you might like.”
“Deal, but let’s stick to wine.”
It turned out the movie Karen had selected was an erotic French film about two young lesbian girls. Karen laid on her back on the sofa with her head in my lap. She lad on a loose dress with a mid-thigh skirt. As the movie unrolled, Karen became more and more aroused at the love affair between the two girls. Her hands caressed her stomach getting closer and closer to her pussy. Then the girls got naked.
Karen whispered to no one “Oh, god; this is so hot.”
“Do you want to touch yourself?” “Yes.”
“I would like to watch you.”
Karen pulled her knees toward her chest. As she did, her skirt ran up her legs, exposing her pink panties. I loved how they cupped her pussy. I also could see a dark spot from her pussy juices. She lifted her hips off the sofa and hiked her skirt to her waist.
“You’re wet.” “I know; I’m so horny from watching these two.”
I spread her legs and began to stroke the inside of her thigh from her knee almost to her pussy. I wanted to show her that I was ready. I watched her hand go to her pussy and she began rubbing herself through her panties. As the girls in the movie got naked, Karen whispered “Look at how sexy they are.” I could feel my panties getting wet as the two began to have sex. I watched Karen’s hand rub her pussy and the stain in her panties got bigger as she got more aroused. The girls in the movie made love for a very long time. I watched as Karen’s fingering became more intense and she began to push the fabric inside her pussy. I kept stroking her legs as they began to twitch. “Oh, god; I’m going to come.” I watched as her body went stiff as her orgasm hit. Her panties were flooded with her come as each wave of her orgasm pushed more come into her panties. I watched it ooze through her panty fabric. I had never seen anything as erotic in my life.
“Did you come?” she asked. “No but I think I wet my pants watching you.”
“I’m sorry.” “Oh; don’t be -- watching you was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Do you want to go to bed?” Karen asked. “Can we sleep in your bed?” I asked. Karen smiled and nodded. “Are you sure.” I nodded back.
As we dressed for bed, I asked Karen if I could wear one of her bralettes. I wanted to make it clear that I was ready for her this time. She handed me a black number that matched my panties. My nipples were already visibly erect.
Karen got into bed wearing just a tight tshirt and panties. I slid in next to her, letting my back touch her, I could feel her nipples touching me and I could feel my pussy juice a little. Karen slipped her hand over my side and let it rest on my stomach. I felt her head come close to mine and I let out a soft gasp as she began to kiss and nibble my neck. Then the sucking and biting became more intense. “Are you marking me?” Karen whispered, “I want everyone to know that I was your first.”
As she attacked my neck, her hand traveled up my stomach and over her bralette. It began to fondle my breast. I could feel my sexual excitement begin to take over. I was so ready for this. When Karen’s fingers lightly pinched my nipple, I gave another soft gasp. “Are you okay?” “Yes” I managed to whisper. She slipped her tongue into my ear and I felt like I would come as her warm breath washed over me. Her hand slipped under her bralette and again found my nipple. Karen became the first woman to touch my breast. Karen moved away from me and rolled me onto my back, at the same time removing the bralette.
Her mouth closed over one of my nipples and she began to suck it between her teeth lightly biting me as it slipped in and out of her mouth. I took her hand and slid it down my stomach, guiding it onto my panties and let it rest on my pussy mound. I wanted to give her a signal that I wanted her and provided all the encouragement that she might need.
I could feel her fingers barely touching my trimmed bush, lightly massaging my mound. I spread my legs, letting her know her hand was welcome. Her finger slid down between my pussy lips and began to slide up and down my slit. I could feel myself losing control of my body to my erotic side. All I wanted was for Karen to take me. It was an amazing feeling -- and one I had never felt before. Karen’s fingers found my clit and I was surprised that my legs twitched each time her fingers flicked my clit. I could feel my juices soaking my panties.
“Can I go down on you?” Karen whispered, now convinced that I wanted her and was not going to hold back from letting her take me.
“Hmmm” I whispered, not really knowing what she meant.
The meaning became clear when she gave me a kiss and began to kiss her way down my body, sliding between my legs as she descended. Her hands took both my nipple between her fingers and she rolled them between her fingers, sending shocks through me. Her mouth reached my panties and I could feel her kissing my pussy through the fabric.
“You are so wet!” I could only manage a soft moan of pleasure.
Karen squeezed my nipples tenderly while kissing my thighs in the space between my thighs and the hem of my panties. Karen kissed my thighs so passionately that I was sure that she left hickies on each leg to mark that I was now hers. My body stiffened up from the shock of being touched sexually for the first time by a woman. There was no way that I was going to tell her to stop. Only moans of lust escaped my lips. Karen continued to rub my nipples between her fingers, giving me pleasure that I never knew I could have from another woman.
Karen’s gentleness made me realize that I should never have rushed to bring myself to an orgasm. If only I had taken my time, I would have experienced greater sexual pleasure. If I had known about this earlier would have masturbated more often than I did. What Karen was doing to me was making my body warm up in a whole new way to fight off the cold of the night. I was enjoying this, and I couldn’t understand why a part of me had thought this was wrong. I knew I could never resist Karen.
Karen eased the waistband of my panties down just enough to expose my pussy. I felt her mouth ever so gently kiss and lick one side of my pussy and then the other. The sensation of her mouth so close to my pussy sent shivers through me. She brought a hand down and with her fingers pressed my pussy lips together and rubbed them against each other as she continued to lick each side of my pussy. I was so aroused I could barely breathe. I had never felt anything so erotic. I knew I was wet. I knew my pussy was spasming. I couldn’t stop the feeling that was building inside.
She reached for the waistband of my panties and looked up at me. “Can I take these off now?” I could only nod.
Karen slowly peeled my panties down my legs, making it into an erotic act.
As my panties came off and I was now naked to her. I spread my legs, opening my pussy to her, inviting her to take me.
And then her mouth was on my pussy.
Her hot tongue slipped inside me. “Oh, god” I moaned. “Are you okay?” I could only nod because I was holding my breath. I couldn't believe that I was letting her do these things to me and how so very good it felt. Her tongue was flicking inside my pussy and I could feel the spasming. New desires screamed from within my body, and I allowed myself to go where they took me. My brain tried to fight back for control, but my erotic side demanded that this must happen. I could feel the heat between my legs getting warmer as my pussy got wetter.
I never knew that I could have such pleasure with my own body and the joy I could have given myself. Karen was an artist with her tongue, and the way she licked and sucked on my pussy lips was bringing an orgasm ever closer.
And then it hit me. Karen’s mouth found my clit and she began to suck it between her teeth. My hands went to her head to hold her there as my body began to shudder. I felt as if I was falling. Karen’s mouth locked onto my clit and she just sucked on it, her tongue scraping over the tip of my clit. My body went stiff, my back arching off the bed. I felt my legs rise into the air, my toes curled as my orgasm exploded deep inside me. My moans were loud enough to pass through the wall, but no one was there to hear them. If anybody had been there, they would have known that Karen had given me my first orgasm, felt the muscles throughout my body spasm. The pleasure that erupted between my legs was something my body wasn't ready for.
I did not want this feeling inside me to end and I still felt a craving to be kissed, touched, and fucked by her. I would do anything to keep her touching me and was pleased to see that she was not done with me. Karen slowly kissed up my stomach to my belly button, where she made love to it. It seemed like time had stopped with her kisses going on for eternity. The feeling of each seductive kiss followed by her tongue licking my sensitive skin gave me tiny multiple orgasms.
I was squirming from the pleasure caused by her lips on my breasts and the way she was taking her time teasing them. Karen slid her hand gently down through my bush and into my pussy. I was so wet that her fingers went in without trouble and were soaked in seconds.
Karen looked up at me and whispered “Are you still … you know?”
I nodded. “We’ll take it a bit easy then. That’s for another night.”
She moved her fingers in and out of me as gently as she could. I could feel her fingers pushing up against something inside me but didn’t know it was my virginity she was testing. Having her sucking on my nipple while fingering me was too much for me. I could feel it coming again and I loved the feeling as another orgasm exploded within me, and I let out a loud wail before nearly passing out.
I took a moment to catch my breath before pulling Karen into a kiss. Our kiss was intense and raw with passion. I dug my nails into her back before scratching down it until I grabbed her ass, wrapping my legs tightly around her. My sexual instinct was in complete control of me, and I was powerless to resist it. It was my turn to worship her body, and I wasn't going to disappoint her. She broke our kiss to remove her shirt and could see her small breasts in the dark.
I wanted to give her the same amount of pleasure that she just gave me. I rolled her over onto her back, taking one of her breasts into my mouth. I sucked on it and swirled my tongue around her nipple. I was trying to mimic what she did to me, and she started to moan. I was pleased that I was doing it right and was giving her pleasure. I worked my way down, leaving a trail of kisses on her stomach.
I worked my way between her legs. I was inched from her panty-covered pussy and could see how wet she was. A dark stain of her come had soaked the gusset of her panties. I could smell her sex. I kissed the insides of her thighs, working my way to her. I slid her panties to the side and softly gasped at my first sight of another girl’s pussy. Karen’s pussy lips glistened with her come.
“Take my panties off.”
Without any hesitation, I slowly removed her panties and tossed them aside. Karen pushed her legs apart and a hand guided my face between them.
“Mark me. I want to remember this in the morning.”
My mouth kissed its way up her thigh and just before finding her lips, I locked my mouth onto the flesh of her thigh and sucked and bit until she begged me to stop. Even in the darkness, I could see a large black and blue spot that marked my first pussy. I could smell the sweet aroma that came off her pussy, and that intoxicating aroma turned me on. I ran my tongue up and down her slit before sliding it in. Her pussy was wet, and I swallowed some of her juices.
Karen tasted a little salty but she had a delicious flavor. I swirled my tongue around the inside of her pussy and imitated each step that Karen made with me. I found what I was doing to her was enjoyable and I knew that this wouldn't be the last time that I ate a girl's pussy. Karen held on to my head as she ground her pussy into my face. My mouth moved to her clit and I teased it with my teeth as she had done to me. Karen’s legs began to shake as I bit her clit. Her hips began to gyrate and I slipped a finger inside her. A soft gasp of pleasure excited me and I slipped another finger into her. Karen was now in the throes of her own erotic side. Her hips rose and fell, fucking my fingers as I sucked her clit into my mouth. Sharp, soft moans came with each thrust against my fingers. And then one long deep moan as Karen finally gave in and let her orgasm shoot through her. She shuddered and her body went stiff as she came and, then just as suddenly, her body went limp.
I crawled into her arms, feeling better than I ever did in my life, and wasn't ready for it to end. I still felt the need to feel Karen’s body against mine and I held on to her. She was all I wanted at that moment. I lay my head on her chest and lightly let my fingers rub over her stomach. I listened to every beat of her heart while the taste of her pussy still lingered in my mouth.
I felt the joy of desire as Karen whispered “I was attracted to you the first time I saw you. I was so happy that you would be my roommate. And I’m so happy I didn’t go home.
I woke up with my head still on her chest. Her arms were wrapped around me.
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