I did not realize what happened till the door closed, and my eyes were cut off from her thin figure. [I]What… Just- FUCK,[/I] I jumped of the stool and it fell behind me with a loud thud, and ran out the door. The bartender yelling after me. I looked each way, but the nights shroud absorbed her, and she was gone. I went back in, and got drunk even more, from being angry at myself for not talking to her.
I came back the next night, same time, and waited for two hours for her. She did not show. My heart ached, and I felt like an idiot for thinking she would come back. [I]Fuck me, fuck this piss stained place, fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m an id-[/I]
“If you’re not going to buy anything, Luna,” The bartender interrupted myself scolding, “Get out, I have customers who want to sit.”
I looked up at him, slightly startled, “Shocktop. N-no, stronger. Whiskey? Scotch? Just get me drunk.” The bartender rolled his eyes and shrugged. He put on the table a shot glass full of a caramel colored liquid. I snagged it greedily and chugged it,[I] I’m going to die[/I], I thought instantly as the vile liquid washed over my tongue. I stopped drinking after that shot, feeling sick from the taste and how it burned my stomach. The bartender’s shift was over and switched with Jack’s, who was a old friend and served me yesterday, “Hey,” I called him, and he looked at me eyebrows raised in question, “That girl yesterday sitting there,” I pointed to the corner, “Who was she?”
“The one with the rose sleeve?” He leaned over the counter closer to me, so we both could hear better over the loud chatting. I nodded, “Umm, I don’t know. I’ve seen her at Vince’s before, a waitress. Why? Do you like her, Luna?” He smiled, a teasing smile, “You don’t even know who she is, let alone if she is gay or not!”
I raised my eyebrows and smiled, feeling cocky, “I’ll make her then.” With that I got up and left, heading to my apartment. My thoughts were full of her when I was laying in bed. Of me ravishing her, and all the things I would do. I found myself too turned on to sleep, so I slide my hand under my panties, and closed my eyes. I imagined it was her that was in my panties, slowly rubbing, and sliding her figures into me. I started out slow, and sped up, as did my heart. When I felt myself cumming I moan escaped me, and the release left me numb with pleasure. My fingers were sticky, and I decided to leave my hand in my pants and fell asleep.
A rainy cold morning came as it always did in Baltimore, but I enjoyed it. I opened my macbook and Googled Vince’s. It was an Italian fine dining restaurant,[I] I don’t have any fine clothes[/I], and it was a few miles from where my apartment stood. I got up and opened my closet, and hummed to myself as I looked for something decent. Almost everything was dark of color, [I]maybe this?[/I] I pulled out a dark red, loose turtle neck,[I] ugly aren’t you?[/I] I put it back and moved it aside, and kept doing that till I was on the last article of clothing. A simple black shirt, no design, loose, cozy, and sleeves stop at the bicep. I winced and put it on. I put on dark blue skinny jeans, which had a steel chain sewn on it. I pulled off the chain, but it left a white shredded area near my waist. It actually made it look better, a vintage look, and I put on calf length, grey leather boots.[I] Too much Black and grey,[/I] I thought, so I took out a bright yellow scarf and a tan jacket and set them on the bed. I went to the bathroom and put on makeup, just mascara, some face powder, and a light lipstick, that almost matched my lip color, but made my lips glow. My auburn short hair was matted from sleep. I got out some gel and formed a fohawk, [I]Oh my dear god I look like a stereotypical lesbian, and too trashy for a fine restaurant.[/I] I laughed at myself, and I quickly brushed my hair down and to the side and made it look like a pixi-cut. I raised my hands in frustration and waved myself off, [I]fuck me[/I].
I put on the jacket and scarf, and looked at myself in the mirror, [I]I look like an idiot[/I]. The more I stayed home, the more I became pessimistic about everything. I grabbed my umbrella and ran out the door.
I decided to walk because Vince’s doesn’t open for another hour and a half. The restaurant had a few people already seated, when I came in. There was stunning artwork on the wall from local artiest I knew. The walls where a mahogany, mostly, but what made it stand out from other restaurants was the dark red brick that merged into some of the wooden walls. The floor had a ‘V’ shaped design, different wood types, going in leading to the greeter’s station. Even the greeter’s station was a magnificent woodwork, a family crest cut into the front and waterfalls and forests on the side. The crest had a large sleeping bear that was covered with the Italian flag, and the above it saying the Family name and below a motto, but both written in Italian.
“How many?” The greeter asked smiling, dragging me out my contemplation of my surrounding.
“Just me,” I started following her through a small hall, “Um, is there a girl here black hair, roses tattooed on her right arm?” I asked, half expecting ‘yes’, and the other half ‘no’. I sucked in my lips, and prayed to whatever god there is out there.
“Oh, yeah, you mean Rose?” The Greeter glanced back while walk.
[I]Rose[/I]. My heart skipped beats, “Yes, Is her shift today?”
The Greeter nodded, “Yeah, do you want me to put you in her area?”
[I]YES, YES, YES, YES, [/I]“Yes.” I said coolly, barely containing my excitement.
I was sitting at a couples table on the side of a large room. The couples table had red tablecloths, and the changed color with size, from blue, white, and a royal purple. I looked outside, a narrow tall window, that was wired with swirling dull bronze design. An aroma hit me, a sweet aroma, which made my mouth water. I looked away from the window and the source of the smell and I saw her, I was drowning again, and I smiled. A normal smile, I wasn’t trying my best not to scare her off. She had a white blouse and light flare jeans that hugged her hips, and her long black hair in a wild loose pony tail.
Rose seemed startled but quickly regained her cool, “Uh, Hello welcome to Vince’s, what would you like to drink?” Her facial expression was relaxed, and her eyes too, but her red cheeks betrayed her.
“Just water, Thank you.”
She came back a few short moments later. Her hand was slightly shaking, almost unnoticeable, she placed the glass down never looking away from my eyes, “Have you decided what you wanted to eat?”
[I]You’re pussy[/I], my body tingled with excitement, “I don’t know,” I admitted, “I wasn’t looking at the menu. Your beauty distracted me too much.”
A smile flashed across Roses face, and left as fast as it came, “Chicken Alfredo, it is?” Her face growing in color.
“Why not.” I smiled back, acting as casual as my body could will me. She left, but glanced back at me before disappearing around the corner. Thirty minutes, or so, went by, and Rose returned with my plate. She leaned across the table to move the salt and pepper shakers from the windows edge to the table. For a few brief seconds her magnificent breasts, not too big or small just perfect, where hanging in front of me. Her breathing rapid and nervous, just as mine. The sweet smell was rapped all around her and my mouth watered, and instantly I imagined her and me fucking, again.
When she was standing we were looking at each other, I was holding every fiber of myself back from grabbing her and taking her here on the table, “Would you like anything else?”
I focused on the glass of water, trying to get my mind of ripping of her shirt and bra to reveal her breasts, “When do you get of shift?” I startled myself out how fast and excited I said that,[I] so much for keeping it cool.[/I]
I nodded, not looking at her so she doesn’t feel like a piece of meat, “Okay, thank you.” With that Rose left, and my eyes followed her out. She was thin, but still had amazing curves. I ate not paying attention to my food, daydreaming about sucking her breasts, clit, and other things. I finished without realizing, and Rose brought my check when she saw I was done.
I took out a fifty from my wallet, but realized that would be a 29 dollar tip, and she might think I’m trying to booty call her. I decided eight dollars was a subtle amount. On the back of a copy receipt was her phone number. I grabbed it and shoved it in my pocket, giddy with excitement, and got up and left. On the way out Rose was walking past me, and our hands brushed. My whole left side tingled from the contact, we both looked back at each other smiling.
I sat on a bench outside, umbrella resting on my shoulder as rain tried to attack me, and I played on my phone. I remembered to add her phone number before I lost the paper, I resisted texting her knowing she is at work. An hour and a half later Rose came out of the restaurant wearing a red A&F hoodie, she was walking towards me. I sucked in my lips and moved over in the bench so she could sit in the dry area. She sat down next to me, our thighs touch and even that sent me on a hormonal craze.
“Rose.” She said staring at me, her voice smooth, soft, and clear.
“I know, Luna,” I smiled, then corrected myself, “Err, I mean, Elise Lunova, but everyone calls me Luna.”
“Well, it is an awesome last name,” She smiled back at me, and looked around then shifting closer, “I don’t know you, but… I,” Her face grew frustrated, “I just… I’m sorry I sound, I sound stupid.” She looked down to the wet ground.
I chuckled, “I thought it was I, who was stupid, chasing someone who I don’t know. Why are you out her so early?”
Rose looked back up at me, just staring at me for a few seconds before reply, “Launch break, I saw you out here, thought I might join you. We don’t know each other, but I would like to change that.”
The last bit of the sentence repeated in my head over and over, my mind overloaded and all I could manage to say was a stammered, “Yeah.” Her launch break was fifteen minutes, and me and Rose talked about as much as we could, in that short time. Our favorite music, books, and movies, we had a lot in common which made me crave her even more.
She looked at her watch, “I really must go.” She grinded and started walking away.
“I’ll wait here,” I waved at her before she left to go inside Vince’s. When the doors closed the reflection it showed of me startled me[I] Is that really me[/I]. I’ve been called sexy or beautiful by other girls before, but never has such a beautiful woman liked me. I waited, not playing with my phone, or anything, just staring at the door for her to come out. With each passing minute I missed her more, and my heart was aching by the time she left. She walked out of the restaurant, wearing a sewn hat which had ears and looked like a monkey, her red A&F hoodie, and matching red Tom shoes. I got up as fast as I can, and ran towards her to shield her from the never ending rain, “Do you have a car?”
She started walking, “No, I walk. Care to join me?” Her whole face was red, from blushing and the cold weather. I removed my yellow scarf and gave it to her. She smiled and nodded in return.
“What kind of question is that? You don’t have an umbrella, and just I waited 3 hours for you.” I made a face and laughed, not know at what I was laughing, just laughing for the hell of it. It was seven p.m. but already dark, when we stopped at the foot of her apartments stairs. It was an older complex compared to the other, but tall structure still stood strong and tall, “So,” I looked down and kicked the ground lightly, “This is goodbye?” I looked back up with raised eyebrows.
Rose took a few steps up and looked down to me, “How about we watch a movie?” She suggested the best idea ever.
I contained my grin “Sure what movie?”
“Does it matter,” Rose grabbed my hand and lead my up to her apartment.
I was sitting on her tan leather couch, while she loaded the Note Book, my hand still tingling from her holding it. Her living room was small, and had a lot of décor. A glass coffee table full of books and magazines, tan walls, with one wall painted brown, shelves full of vases and pictures of family. The small room was just cluttered from all of it, but the size made everything seems cozy. She turned off the lights and joined me on the couch. She started out sitting upright to the right of me, but it ended with her head on my shoulder and arms wrapped around my right arm. I stopped paying attention to the movie, and worked on courage to make a move. I was nervous that I might go to fast, and she would get uncomfortable. Half way in the movie I couldn’t hold myself back, and didn’t care about being nervous. I moved my left hand across my thighs, to hers, and just rested my hand mid-thigh. Her muscle was tense but softened within a few seconds, then I continued slowly moved my hand up and inward towards her crotch. It was warm, and I began to slowly rub my hand around that area, and going down to the thigh and back up. Her breathing was quickening and shaking, along with mine. We were staring into each other’s eyes as I undid the pants button and zipper, and slid my hand in. I slowly rubbed my index and middle fingers on the outside of her panties, going in circles then changing the pattern randomly. Her eyes were now closed, her head tilted back, and lips partly open. Her breasts moved up and down as her breathing got heavier, and a light moaned escaped her. I stopped and pulled my hand out, staring at her. She opened her eyes and looked back, looking slightly irritated I stopped.
Rose got up and pulled me up, then moved her hands to the back of my head and pulled me closer to her face. Our lips touched and parted for our tongues, which explored each other’s mouths and wrapped themselves together like two serpents. I have never felt such an explosion of ecstasy from kissing someone, but the feeling Rose gave me made my legs shake and almost collapse. Rose held me by my forearms so I wouldn’t fall, “How about we go to my bed.” Her voice rough from heaving breathing, I nodded and let her lead.
I didn’t pay attention to the décor of the room, I just grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her against the bed, “Don’t move.” I said removing my socks, pants, and shirt, leaving only bra and underwear on. She lifted her head to look at me, I quickly got on top of her and pushed her head back, “I said don’t move.”
I began to kiss her again, and let our tongues dance. I got to my knees on the soft the bed, and removed her pants slowly, kissing her thigh and going down alone with the pants. When the pants came off I threw them against the wall, and started to make my way back up. Kissing her calf, knee, thigh, I slowly brushed my lips and nose against her crotch teasing her, then to her belly button and breasts. I removed her jacket, and white t-shirt underneath.
Rose put the palm of her hand against my stomach and rubbed inward towards my crotch. I leaned in to kiss her. Her hands slid under my panties and she began to slowly rub my clit in, “You’re so wet.”
I moved my hand under her underwear and did the same, “As are yo-” A moan escaped my lips, and for a moment I was overwhelming, by a goddess in front of me, kissing me, and rubbing my clitoris. I almost came there, but held it back. I balanced myself on my knees while she rubbed, and I removed her bra. She stopped and followed me, and then removed my underwear for me and hers. I embraced her, causing her to fall back on her back again. I kissed her neck and slowly rubbed the inside of her thigh, and my lips traveled down to her nipples and I began to suck on them. She began to moan again, louder with each following moan. I stopped sucking her nipples, and stared at her, watching her face. I shoved a finger in her warm wet vagina, and another, I tried a third but it was too tight and she began to look uncomfortable. I quickly went back to two and slowly slid in and out of her, exploring her. I watched her breathing, pacing my thrusts with her breath strokes. Her moans were growing louder and longer, and her fingers began to scratch my back. Her breathing became harsh, fast, and heavy, and her back arched slightly. There was one last long loud moan, which vaguely sound like my name, and her pelvis shot up and down, and her legs curled in along with her fingers and toes. Her whole body became one spasm event, and her long nails cut my back. The whole time I didn’t stop shoving my fingers in and out of her. When her vagina relaxed and her body was calm again, she opened her eyes wide and a large grin spread across her face. I smiled back, proud that I made her orgasm.
She grabbed my waist and rolled me over to my back, “That was amazing, actually amazing doesn’t even cover it.” She whispered with a ragged breath. She grabbed my hand I used to fuck her with and licked of all her cum off, she did it slowly and sexy. She put my hands over my head and scooted herself down, she played with my dark pubes. Curling them and drawing designs, “Did I tell you I liked your pubes?”
I felt the blood rush to my face, “I should of shaved, most girls don’t like it I’m-”
“Shhh.” She hushed me softly and moved her body down. Her figures slid inside me slowly, and then her tongue became a blanket over my citreous. She licked to the rhythm of how fast she put her fingers in and out. She changed her pattern and sucked, and would go back and forth. She moaned alone with me, which made everything feel even better. The pressure built up along with our moans. When I could hold it in anymore, I screamed, and she kept going. Not stopping even after I reached climax, she continued to suck and thrust, moaning with me. The sensation was so good, I came again, and again.
When I was finally done of my multi-climax she slid her fingers out and laid down next to me. Resting her head on my shoulder with her arm across my body. She stared at me, it was an innocent stare, but awestruck, as one would be staring at a colorful grand cathedral. We didn’t say anything for the fear of ruining the moment, so I just stared into her wide ocean eyes, total bliss. We both feel asleep at the same time, holding each other, our legs intertwined, and a large red poofy blanket wrapped up closer together.
"You haven't answered my question," said Janet sharply.
"I know," Alison replied, her voice fading to a soft whisper. "I'm not sure about the whole idea."
"But you promised," Janet protested, flicking a strand of dark hair from her face as she shifted position on the bed. She sat barefoot and cross-legged on the patterned quilt, her hazel eyes staring intently at Alison.
The two girls were alone in Alison's small room in the dormitory block, spending an easy Sunday afternoon drinking juice and listening to CDs of old blues songs. Outside on the green lawn a pair of tiny birds flitted around in the sunshine, but no students seemed to be venturing into the daylight.
"Everybody is sleeping late today," Alison observed. "I reckon the whole university has a hangover after last night." She chuckled quietly to herself, toying with her blonde ponytail as she gazed out of the window. "Hell, I never drank so much beer in my whole life. What time did you leave the bar?"
"Two-thirty," Janet replied, pulling a stray denim thread from her jeans.
"Late enough, I guess," said Alison. "Did you go back to your room?"
Janet shook her head and grinned. "No, I went back to D Block with Paul and Craig."
"You had sex with Craig?"
Again Janet shook her head, her shiny mane of black hair bobbing around her shoulders. "No, with Paul. But
I didn't enjoy it much, because I felt so distracted."
"You were too drunk to concentrate?"
"No. I was thinking about you."
Alison gave no response, though her cheeks blushed and she bit her lower lip anxiously.
"You still haven't answered my question, girl," said Janet. "I'm starting to get impatient and angry."
Alison walked away from the window and sat on the bed, wriggling her bare toes into the sheepskin rug that her parents had given as a leaving present. The red miniskirt she wore had also been a gift, bought specially by her boyfriend back home in the hope that she would not forget him when she went away to college. But she had used their parting as an opportunity to make a fresh start, sending him a "sorry – it's over" email at the end of her first week at university. She had no qualms, however, about wearing the skirt he had purchased for her, nor the matching sleeveless red T-shirt that his mother had added to the gift.
"There's no need to get angry," said Alison, after a long awkward silence. "Last night we were both quite drunk, and we said some things that maybe we now regret."
Janet gave a deep frustrated sigh and rolled her eyes towards the ceiling. "Ah, so you were lying when you said you wanted to sleep with a woman? It was nothing more than beer-talk and bullshit."
"I didn't tell any lies," Alison retorted, feeling hurt and offended by the accusation. "I meant every word of it.
I'm still curious to see what it would be like to have sex with a girl, but I'm not sure if I want to rush into anything right now."
Janet shuffled closer to her friend, so close that her denim-clad knees brushed Alison's bare arm. At first Alison seemed to flinch, but after a moment of doubt she relaxed, leaning slightly against Janet's crossed legs with her hip pressing gently against them.
"Last night we agreed to experiment together," Janet recalled. "We drained our bottles at the bar and promised each other that today we would try some girly fun, to satisfy our curiosity, to see if we might even enjoy it. Do you not remember what you told me, just before Craig and Paul appeared?"
Alison nodded slowly, keeping her eyes fixed on the sheepskin rug. "I said that you are my best friend."
"You also swore that you love me," said Janet. "And that you reckon I look sexy and cute. Then I returned the compliment. But it was you who started talking about how you wanted to sleep with a woman, and it was your idea that we should try it in your room today. But maybe I don't seem so desirable when we're both sober on a Sunday afternoon?"
Alison shrugged, lifting her head to look into her friend's eyes. "I'm really nervous about trying it," she explained. "It seems a really big step to take, just to satisfy our curiosity. Maybe we're too young to take that step. Next year we'll both be nineteen, so perhaps we could see how we feel about it after our birthdays?"
"That's a pile of crap, and you know it," Janet replied, her eyes flashing angrily. Then her tone softened, and she reached out to caress her friend's forearm. "Who says a couple of eighteen year old girls aren't mature enough to experiment with some harmless bisexual lovemaking? I can certainly handle it, and I reckon you can too."
"Oh, God!" hissed Alison. "This is all too scary for me. What if it goes horribly wrong, and we start hating each other afterwards?"
Janet continued to stroke Alison's arm, moving her fingers up to where the red T-shirt curved around the shoulder. "What can possibly go wrong?" she objected. Then, seeing the uncertainty in Alison's face, she added: "If it's such a big deal, we could maybe have a kind of compromise, to make it less scary. Perhaps we should leave our underwear on?"
Alison's expression brightened somewhat, and a relieved smile curled across her mouth. "Neat idea! We'll keep our bras and panties on, but take everything else off."
Janet clicked her tongue and frowned, trailing her fingers tenderly around her friend's neck, beneath the silky blonde ponytail. "I really do think we should be topless. I'm wearing a lacy bra, which might scratch your skin when we snuggle close together."
"OK," whispered Alison. "You undress first."
Janet sprang from the bed and stood in front of Alison, smiling down at her friend's upturned face and feeling an overpowering desire to kiss her mouth.
"Take off the T-shirt," said Alison, her blue eyes gleaming eagerly. "That's it, baby, nice and slow. You were right about that prickly bra."
Janet flung the T-shirt away and cupped her hands around the underside of her bra-cups, lifting her pert breasts in imitation of the posing models she used to see in her brother's soft porn magazines. The sight aroused Alison, who started tugging at the zipper on her friend's jeans.
"I'll bet your panties match your bra," she ventured, licking her lips in anticipation. "White lace, in a tango style, or maybe a skimpy thong?"
"Your guesses are wrong," said Janet, inhaling deeply as her jeans were pulled down to her ankles. "You got the color right, but I always wear cotton in the daytime. Lace is too itchy. And so is a thong, so I never wear one. These sporty high-legs are far more comfortable."
Alison whistled softly between her teeth, placing her hands on her friend's slim hips and hoisting up the waistband of the white panties.
"You're so gorgeous and sexy!" she observed, pulling Janet closer and gazing up into her soft brown eyes. "I can see why Craig and Paul are always trying to get you into bed. If I was a guy, I'd have a hard-on every time I saw you in these cute cotton pants. They make you look like an innocent schoolgirl."
Breathless with excitement, she parted her lips to receive Janet's kiss. The brunette lowered her head, her long dark hair brushing Alison's cheeks and tickling her neck. To Alison, the kiss felt incredible and produced so many wonderfully dizzy sensations that she almost fainted. Janet's lips and tongue had a strangely soft texture, like satin rose petals or ribbons of the smoothest velvet. Her kiss was as gentle as a rustle of butterfly wings, filling Alison's senses like a sudden gulp of strong wine.
When eventually their mouths parted, Alison took a deep satisfied breath and coughed, feeling a dryness in her throat. "You've definitely kissed a girl before," she said.
"Not true," came the reply, as Janet straightened her spine and unhooked her bra. "This is my first time."
Alison whistled softly when the lace bra tumbled to the floor, the sight of her friend's bare breasts making her head spin with desire. Curling her fingers around Janet's slender waist, she placed her hands on the cotton-clad buttocks and gently squeezed, feeling the flesh firm and warm beneath the tight white material. Then, using her thumbs, she traced the shape of the panties from hip to gusset, following the sewn trim over the curve of Janet's ass to where it vanished into the hot secret places under her body.
"Your bottom feels amazing," said Alison. "I wish mine felt so pert!"
"Let's find out how it feels," Janet replied, caressing Alison's ears and stroking the blonde ponytail. "Swap positions!"
The girls quickly swapped places, Janet sitting on the bed with her hands around Alison's waist. For a brief instant Alison felt a twinge of her former anxiety, and she bit her lower lip as though having second thoughts about the experiment. But her hesitation dissipated as soon as she felt Janet's fingers lifting the hem of her red miniskirt, and a bout of giggling seized her.
"Hey!" she cried. "Let me take this T-shirt off before you start pulling at my skirt."
"I can't help it," Janet replied, her eyes wide with fascination as she raised the hem around her friend's hips. "I'm really curious to see what color panties you're wearing." Then her smile broadened, and she laughed aloud. "How sweet!" she added. "Pink cotton, with lots of tiny blue stars! Are they from your Barbie play set?"
"Nasty bitch!" Alison chuckled, retrieving her skirt and pushing the hem back into place. "These pants were a birthday present from my grandmother."
"Which birthday?" asked Janet, still tugging at the hem. "Your ninth, perhaps?"
"My eighteenth, actually!" Alison retorted, stepping backwards a pace. "Less than six months ago. So, stop making fun of my underwear, especially as yours doesn't even match."
To reinforce her point, she pulled the red T-shirt over her head and flung it aside, revealing a pink cotton bra that did indeed match her panties. The lace-trimmed cups snugly clasped her small breasts, but the garment seemed rather undersized, and her nipples were partly visible above the trim.
"Take it off, then," ordered Janet, pulling Alison closer. "Let me see your tits."
"There isn't much to see," Alison muttered sadly, as she removed her bra. But she gasped when Janet's
hands crawled up her body to gently caress her breasts. The sensation of a girl's fingers massaging her nipples was almost too much to bear, and her knees began to quiver like balls of jelly.
"They're getting hard," Janet observed, placing a tender kiss on Alison's navel and nuzzling her chin against the front of the pink panties. "Your little nipples, I mean. I can't describe how wonderful they feel when I touch them."
"Shit! I'm falling over!" said Alison. "I need to get on the bed."
She toppled forward to crawl onto the quilt, where she turned around and lay flat on her back. Janet clambered up into a kneeling position, crouching between her friend's legs while slowly stroking the gusset of her own underwear.
"My panties are drenched," she confessed, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "It feels like a tiny dribble of piss, but I know it's definitely something else."
"Do I turn you on?" Alison inquired, smiling at the view of Janet's gentle masturbation and feeling intensely aroused when she saw a damp stain on the crotch of the white panties.
Janet nodded, her nostrils flaring as she rubbed her forefinger along the length of her gusset. "My clit is tingling like crazy and feels as stiff as a pencil," she said softly. "It's nearly pushing through the wet cotton, and it's all because of you."
"Good," whispered Alison. "But what happens next?"
Janet shrugged, shaking her black hair and lifting her eyebrows. "Dunno. I'm as much a novice as you with this Lesbos stuff. Maybe we could caress each other's pussies for a while?"
"But we still keep our panties on?" Alison queried, a hint of panic flickering in her blue eyes.
"Yes, of course. Now, you just lie there while I make a start."
"Oh God!" Alison hissed through tightly-clenched teeth. "That feels really weird."
"Just relax," whispered Janet, kneeling forward with her right hand resting on her friend's crotch. The pink cotton felt so smooth, so tight, so soft and warm beneath her palm, her fingertips detecting the bristly mat of Alison's pubic hair through the thin material. "Does that feel OK?" she added.
"It feels really nice," came the reply. "Move your hand around a bit. That's it, nice and slowly. Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"
"Do you like it when I put my finger there?" asked Janet. "Like that, nestling between your pussy lips? Can you feel it, even through your underwear?"
Alison made no response, but her head twisted aside and she buried her face in a fold of the quilt. Her cheeks burned a deep shade of crimson and her hands clawed at the bed. Wayward blonde strands trailed across her face and her ponytail curled around her neck like a straggly piece of rope.
With her right hand Janet continued to stroke Alison's vagina through the pink panties, while her left caressed her own underwear until the white cotton at her crotch felt slick and wet in her writhing fingers.
"Oh hell, I think I'm going to climax," Alison muttered, her words stifled by the quilt.
"Me too!" Janet replied hoarsely, feeling a trickle of sweat run swiftly down the left side of her face.
Alison took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, the air whistling softly through her pursed lips as the first wave of orgasm enveloped her body. The sensation seemed familiar, like the satisfaction she used to receive from her ex-boyfriend's cock, but it arrived with a strange otherworldly quality which she found surprising and puzzling. She giggled at each ecstatic pulse, her spine arching upwards when the last wave pulsed through her veins.
"God! That felt amazing!" she hissed, her limbs twitching as she sank into the bed. "Nobody has ever touched my cunt like that before. Not even me!" Then, seeing Janet still kneeling between her legs, she smiled and added: "Now it's your turn."
"Hurry up, then," Janet replied, leaning backwards to lie on the bed with her knees raised and her legs apart. "I'm absolutely desperate to come."
"I won't caress your pussy," said Alison.
"Because I have a better idea," came the reply.
"Wow!" exclaimed Janet, her eyes wide with delight when she saw Alison crouching like a cat. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Alison nodded, licking her lips as she grinned. Shuffling along on her elbows, with her ass in the air, she brought her face close to her friend's crotch. Janet enjoyed the vision of Alison's neat round buttocks squirming as she moved, the panties stretching so tightly that they seemed like a thin layer of pink paint sprayed on the firm flesh.
"Sexy girl." Janet whispered, her long eyelashes fluttering when she felt hot breath against her inner thighs.
Alison stared at Janet's crotch for a while, her eyes discerning the outlined shape of Janet's vagina through the white panties. Beneath the thin material she saw the faint shadow of her friend's pubic hair, a perfect dark triangle with edges defined by a recent bikini-wax. The vision was so appealing that Alison felt a sudden burning urge to kiss it, so she pouted her lips and placed a small delicate kiss one inch above the slit, feeling the trimmed bristles prickling the tip of her nose through the white cotton.
Janet reacted by moaning softly, her hands crawling onto Alison's head to stroke the blonde ponytail. Alison inhaled her friend's scent, savoring a strong feminine odor that was like and yet unlike her own.
"Did you wear sweaty these panties yesterday?" she asked, in a gently mocking tone.
"Cheeky slut!" hissed Janet, tugging playfully at the ponytail. "Stop teasing."
"It's my revenge," Alison explained, blowing gently on Janet's mound. "Revenge for your jibe about my Barbie
Janet chuckled, grabbing Alison's head in both hands and pulling her face inwards. Alison gave a muffled giggle, before her tongue poked out to lick up and down Janet's slit. Even through the cotton Janet felt the sensation as intensely as if her cunt was bare, especially when the material became slick with a cocktail of her own juices and Alison's saliva. The blonde girl's tongue worked faster and faster, tracing quick circles around the edge of Janet's swollen labia while darting into the groove between them, pushing the wet gusset deep into the slit. For Alison, the crowning moment came when the tip of her tongue found her friend's stiffening clitoris, a nodule of firm flesh pushing upward beneath the panties. Having discovered it, she diverted all her attention to it, until Janet lay writhing and purring like a kitten.
Boldly, but only after mustering all her courage, Alison wormed a finger along Janet's gusset, exploring beneath her body to where the underwear swept around to her ass. Alison felt an overwhelming curiosity to see Janet's reaction to anal stimulation, so she pressed her fingertip into the cotton at the place where she guessed her friend's rear hole to be located. The guess was accurate, the touch bringing a quivering gasp from Janet.
"Does that feel nice?" asked Alison, briefly withdrawing her mouth from Janet's crotch.
"Amazing," whispered Janet. "It's like a lovely tingling in two places at the same time. Don't stop!"
"I won't," said Alison, quickly resuming her task.
Two minutes passed before Janet surrendered to orgasm, her climax erupting with such vigor that she yelled a muffled shriek into the quilt. Her whole body shuddered, the sensations intensifying when Alison pulled the waistband of the white panties so high and taut that the drenched gusset clasped Janet's cunt like a vice, compressing the sensitive flesh. An exquisite pain shot through her throbbing clit, doubling and trebling the power of the orgasm, making her cry out loudly.
"Hush, baby!" hissed Alison, kissing a trickle of sweat from her friend's taut stomach. "You'll wake everybody up."
As if to prove the point, footsteps sounded in the corridor, followed by an urgent tap on the door.
"You OK, Ali?" a female voice inquired anxiously.
"Yes, I'm fine!" Alison answered, sitting upright suddenly. "Just having a laugh with my drinking buddy from G Block."
The footsteps faded away into a brief silence, which the two girls quickly shattered in a mutual fit of giggling.
Janet rolled onto her side, burying her face in the quilt and curling her knees under her chin.
"Shit, that was so embarrassing!" Alison chuckled. "Your scream was so obviously sexual. I should have said I was fucking some guy."
"Or, we could be totally honest," suggested Janet, peering with one hazel eye over the edge of the quilt. Her dark hair hung in a tousled mane around her shoulders and strayed across her face.
"No way!" replied Alison. "I'm not telling anyone about this. People just wouldn't understand."
"It doesn't mean you and me are lesbians or anything," said Janet.
Alison smiled, reaching down to caress her friend's feet and toes. "Maybe that's precisely what it means," she whispered.