First day at college.
My parents had dropped me off late morning; they had a long drive back to our rural farm. Most of the other students wouldn’t appear until later in the day.
I collected the key to my room; I’d be sharing with one other. I was told she was called Myla Williams. I’m Jana, Jana Goldman, named after my maternal grandmother.
The halls were quiet, just a few new arrivals drifting about getting their bearings. I made my way up to our room and took a long look at my new home.
I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was both excited and very nervous about what lay ahead of me. I’m the first of our family to go to college, the first to move more than a mile or so from our quiet little village.
Our room was just a bare cube, nothing outstanding about it. To be positive, you could call it a blank canvas, a space to make our own.
Each end of the room had a single bed, bedside unit, and two shelves above a basic desk. On the far wall was a pair of wardrobes.
I really couldn’t see any difference between the two ends, and so I settled for the right-hand side and started to unpack.
A little over an hour saw me settled in. A framed picture of my parents and my brothers on the bedside unit, clothes in the wardrobe, and a few books on the shelf.
Mid-afternoon, Myla arrived. It was immediately obvious that we were total opposites. Myla was a townie as we called them. Her clothes were more style over substance, even her luggage matched and she was wearing makeup.
That said, she was a bouncy, friendly ball of energy, like a puppy off the lead. The kind of person you can’t help but like.
I helped her stow her stuff, and we chatted as we worked. Like me she had a brother, but he was older, and whereas Matt worked our farm, Brian was at college studying business.
When Myla grabbed her washbag and started to unpack an entire pharmacy of makeup and bath products, I started to giggle, more out of embarrassment than anything.
“What’s tickling you?” Myla paused to frown at me.
“It’s just that I have two bars of soap, a bottle of shampoo and a pot of cold cream, all from the local drugstore, and you have all this.” I waved my arms to highlight the sea of pots and tubes before us on the bed.
“I’ll convert you in time. I’m guessing you don’t have one of these either,” and with that, she produced a rubbery pink tube. Maybe eight or nine inches long with a white plastic end.
Handing it to me, she told me to twist the white end. It started to buzz and tremble in my hands.
I’d never seen anything like it. “Is it for your face, to tone the skin or something?” I queried.
My answer obviously hit her funny bone because she just dissolved in front of me, laughing until she cried.
“No, silly, it’s for when you’re feeling horny. It gets you off.”
My blank stare triggered further explanations.
“You know, horny, when you get all warm between your legs, and your nipples start to ache. When you need to rub down there for release. You do rub down there, don’t you?”
I felt myself colour up as I realised what she was referring to.
“Erm, no, not really,” I whispered. My mouth suddenly feeling as dry as my cheeks were hot.
“Well, they say college is a time of learning, and I’m going to introduce you to a whole new world.”
Quickly, I dropped the pink thing back on the bed. My pulse was racing as I imagined where it might have been.
I pushed all such thoughts aside and helped Myla with her books and final bits.
Room squared away, we headed to the campus café for pizza and sodas.
ooOOoo
After dinner, we walked about, exploring the campus and chatting, getting to know each other. We were so different and yet there was an instant bonding, the founding of a friendship that would endure.
Back in our room, we kicked off our shoes and settled back on our beds. Myla got out her laptop and started to add college wi-fi and course hubs.
My laptop was still in its box, a gift from grandpa just a week earlier. The first computer in our household.
I started to unbox it and read the instructions.
“Need a hand” Myla was watching me with a big smile on her face.
I nodded, “I’ve never done this before.”
“Okay, budge over,”
I shuffled across to allow Myla to sit alongside me.
There followed a crash course in computers, programmes, favourites, apps, and a whole lot more. Myla was supportive and patient and soon I had picked up the basics, and my machine was all set up.
Leaving the farm, moving to the city, starting college, it was all a little scary, but sitting alongside Myla, I felt comfortable and safe. It was like having a sister.
“Okay, I’m going for a shower, it’s been a long day, and I must smell off by now.” Myla hopped off the bed and pulled a towel from her cupboard.
“I’ll come too and then turn in.” I carefully put my laptop on my desk and moved to my cupboard.
I turned to see Myla tugging off her sweatshirt.
Oh. She was going to undress in our room. I’d kinda thought we would do it at the showers.
Quickly, I turned my back to give her privacy, folding my towel into ever smaller squares.
“Well, come on then.”
Slowly, I turned around again. There was Myla naked as a bird and totally at ease.
I could feel myself colouring up.
“Jana, we’re going to be sharing this rather small space for the next twelve months, longer if we want. We’re gonna see each other naked, and probably a whole lot more, so just bite the bullet, Hun.”
I looked at my new friend, really looked from top to toe.
Long glossy black hair, large dark eyes, and a mouth that always smiled. She was slim and lightly muscled; her skin was tanned and smooth.
My eyes settled on her breasts, not huge but firm and round with dark nipples and oh lord, she had a silver bar through each one.
“Well, what do you think?” Myla cupped her breasts and flicked the bars. “Mmmm,” she moaned.
“Don’t they hurt?”
“They did a little until they healed, now they feel awesome.”
Stepping toward me, she gently took my hand, guiding it until my fingers brushed her nipple.
I swear I stopped breathing. Her soft skin warm and smooth. Her nipple twisting as we moved the bar which caused little moans of pleasure.
Finally, Myla released my hand. “Come on now, get undressed before all the hot water is gone.”
Jeans, sweatshirt, socks, finally I was standing in my plain white undies.
Myla stood silent, an expectant look on her face.
Deep breath, and I popped my bra catch and let it slip from my shoulders.
We had very similar figures. My breasts were more conical but probably the same size. I was slightly more muscular; I’m a farm girl after all.
The most obvious difference was when my panties came off. I had a mass of dark curls between my thighs, Myla was bare, with just a heavily trimmed strip above her vagina.
“Finally, and hey, you have a hot bod,” Myla giggled, throwing my robe over.
Returning from the showers, Myla sat on her bed and started applying cleansers and toners to her face.
Not wanting to appear unworldly, I popped the lid off of my coldcream and rubbed a little in.
Finishing long before Myla, I sat quietly on the edge of my bed and started my prayers.
As a child, I used to kneel, but now I’m more comfortable sitting, especially with company.
I finished and looked across at my new roomie. She had put her tubes down and stopped until I had finished.
Her little act of respect touched me more than I can say.
I normally sleep in an old tee and panties, and it was as I reached for them, Myla threw me another curve, she shrugged her gown off, tossed it across the bottom of her bed, and slipped naked between the sheets.
ooOOoo
For the next couple of days, we just got to know each other better and settled into a routine.
Eating, studying, prepping for classes, you know college life.
Myla liked to spend time in the gym, an hour every other day was apparently her routine at home, although her parents had a home gym, so it was easier for her. It certainly showed in her toned body.
I had never felt the need for a gym. Honestly, I’m not sure our local town even has one. Working on the farm kept me toned and fit. That said, Myla said it would be nice if I could join her sometimes, and I was happy to go with her.
She did, however, take one look at the shorts and tee that I intended to wear before frowning and delving back into her closet. “Here, try these, they will be a lot more comfortable, and they’ll highlight that tight bod of yours.”
I wasn’t particularly sure I wanted my bod highlighted as she put it, but I’d fast discovered that it was often easier to go with Myla’s flow.
As I said earlier, we are very similar in size and build. Her leggings and top were a perfect fit, if slightly snugger on me. I looked in the mirror and struggled to accept what I could see.
The slinky fabric was lifting my ass cheeks, emphasising my strong thighs. The top was casting similar magic on my breasts; they were really front and centre.
I looked across at Myla; she was smiling in a devilish delight. Her own top was showing her nipples, they always seemed to be hard, and you could see her piercings.
“Jana, that gear looks better on you than it does me,”
“Really, isn’t it a bit small?” I queried.
“No, look at your ass and thighs, tight and firm, and you have such a flat stomach, makes your mound look amazing.”
For a moment, I just stood still.
“What? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, but it still surprises me when you talk like that. My mound.”
“Jana, loosen up; we all have a mound, a pussy, an ass, nips, and breasts. It’s just that sometimes I forget you’re a country girl. You know I love ya.”
We had a good workout at the gym. I did some free weights, easier to handle than feed bales. Followed by a run. It was fun and left me feeling invigorated.
Myla worked her way around a selection of stations and then we met back at the changing rooms.
I had thought Myla was unusual in keeping her loins bare, but to my surprise, almost all the other girls had little or no hair, and a few more had nipple or naval piercings.
We showered and changed, before I made my way to class and Myla headed off to get a coffee and meet with a study group.
ooOOoo
Returning to our room, I stepped inside to find the curtains drawn.
Myla was lying naked on her bed, sounds of fucking coming from her laptop.
My usual ‘hiya’ froze in my throat.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” I spun and turned toward the door.
“Stop, Jana, stop”
Just as my hand grasped the door handle, Myla gripped my tee.
“Don’t run off, we need to talk.”
“Please, I’m sorry but I really needed to cum, and I thought you’d be longer.”
I let her hold my hand. I was so embarrassed at walking in on her.
I felt a tear run down my cheek.
“It’s ok, it’s my fault for barging in.”
“Let’s say it’s both our faults for not addressing our needs in advance, eh?”
With that, Myla used her thumb to smudge away my tears.
I realised where that thumb had been, I could smell her pussy on my face and bizarrely, I liked it.
Myla moved to grab a couple of Cokes from the mini fridge while I opened the curtains.
Myla’s bed was in disarray, so we sat on mine.
Myla made no move to cover up. I could see her pussy, swollen and glistening with her arousal.
I could feel my own pussy moisten.
For a moment we just sipped our cold sweet sodas, letting our embarrassment fade.
Naturally, it was Myla that took the plunge.
“As I see it, we have three options: one, we agree to no masturbation, and honestly, that’s not for me. Two, we have a signal, sock on the door handle or such. Three, we’re open about it, and get used to seeing each other.”
I took a moment to consider the choices. “I can’t ask you to go without, and maybe I might want to at some stage. I laugh when I walk past a room and see something on the handle. It’s like a sign proclaiming you’re getting off.”
“So, option three then, we’re open about our needs and addressing them.” Myla smiled and started to tease one of her nipple bars.
My blood was roaring in my ears as I took a large swig of coke. “Yes, option three.”
“So, I still haven’t cum and I’m so horny,” Myla left her statement hanging.
“Please, carry on.”
I popped my earbuds in and picked up a textbook.
Myla hopped off my bed and returned to her own.
I tried to ignore my sexy naked roommate, but try as I might, I kept sneaking peeks.
Confession time. I’ve never really pleasured myself. I know that some girls do. I’ve heard talk at school. My mum never really talked about it when we had our chats. She never said I shouldn’t, just that decent girls respected themselves and their bodies.
I lay on my bed clutching my copy of American economic theory, trying with all my might to focus on the text before me, but failing badly.
Even with my earbuds in, I could hear Myla’s gentle moaning, and her movements were in my peripheral vision.
She was firmly stroking her breasts, teasing those nipple bars. The aroma of her arousal was spreading across the room, just tickling my nose.
She started to wriggle her hips, rubbing her ass against the bed. One hand dropped between her thighs.
“Urrrrgh,” her moans were getting louder, her scent stronger.
Now I could only watch.
Pulling her knees back, she reached out for her pink toy.
I could hear it buzzing away as it disappeared between her thighs.
“Ooohhh.”
Clearly, she was enjoying herself. Her hips were rocking, her arm gently moving the toy. One hand still caressing her nipples.
Then Myla turned to look directly at me. I had no chance to look away; she’d caught me fair and square.
Her large dark eyes shone with pleasure as her face broke into a wide grin showing all her bright white teeth.
I couldn’t turn away.
Myla dropped her knee down, showing herself to me.
Her toy was deep between her glistening folds, its rhythmic buzzing slightly muffled.
Leaving her nipples, her other hand moved to caress her nub with gentle rubbing motions.
Her eyes were still holding my gaze when she let out a shrill scream and her body spasmed.
Her thighs clamped around her hand and toy.
Myla lay motionless and I sat transfixed, suddenly aware of the wet warmth between my own thighs.
My heart was pumping, I felt so hot all over.
Slowly, my new friend relaxed and sat up. “Oh, I so needed that.”
I nodded mutely as she slipped the wet, shiny toy from her pussy.
“Having you watch made it so special.” With that, and a wink, she slipped the toy into her mouth and licked it clean.
“Oh,” after all I had just witnessed, my total comment was, “Oh.”
“I’m sorry if I went too far.”
“N, N, No, it was amazing,” I finally stuttered out, “I’m really touched that you’re so comfortable around me.”
“I think it’s your turn now Jana,”
“M, me?”
“Mmm, I can see how horny you are.” Her eyes were on my thighs.
I looked down at my grey leggings, at the large dark spot over my pussy.
I froze. My pulse was racing, there was this clammy wetness in my panties, and yet there was embarrassment and panic. My mind was shutting down, blowing fuses as my emotions went into overload.
Slowly, Myla stood from her bed and padded naked over to mine.
Gently, she stroked the hair from my face before stroking my cheek with her thumb, such a supportive almost motherly gesture.
I could feel myself relax a little as I looked into those deep brown eyes.
Straightening, she lifted my foot and tugged off my sports socks, first one, then the other.
Her hands were soft and firm against my feet, she gave my toes a gentle squeeze.
It was such an intimate gesture; I’d never really been touched by anyone before. It fuelled that heat between my thighs.
Her hands were now slipping under my waistband.
First my leggings, and then my sweatshirt joined my socks on the floor.
Myla leaned forward to unfasten my bra, her breasts brushed against my face, a nipple bar grazing my lips.
“Whoops,” she giggled.
Unbidden, my tongue darted forth to taste her warm salty skin.
“Mmmm,” she sighed and held herself against my face. I inhaled her aroma, licked some more and felt my tummy flip.
And then she was gone, along with my bra.
Before I could speak, she’d removed my panties.
The air in the room felt so cool against my hot pussy. Yes, pussy, Myla had managed to get me to accept and use the word so readily.
I could smell my arousal, a spicy rather ripe aroma. I think my thicker panties and curly hair concentrated the heat and excitement.
The mattress moved and with a bounce Myla sat beside me.
“It’s your turn now, Jana, just do what feels good.”
My nipples were hard and aching to the point of being painful. I let my hands caress my breasts, gliding my fingertips along the undersides, just catching my aching nubs.
Little shocks of pleasure rocked my body.
I could feel myself getting wetter, I slipped fingers into the tangled mass of sodden curls.
“Uuurrrgh,” those little shocks were a hundredfold stronger now.
Myla was gently stroking my outer thigh. It was reassuring, comforting.
My fingers slipped into my core, so wet, so hot, so sensitive.
It only took a few strokes and I exploded, overwhelming pleasure rocking me to my core as I clamped down on my fingers.
I literally saw stars. A full lightshow before my eyes as my pleasure gushed forth.
It was a while later when I woke, Myla had an arm around me, cradling me to her. My face resting against her breasts.
“See, it really is good eh,” she whispered.
ooOOoo
I awoke to the smell of coffee; Myla was pouring two mugs of her favourite strong black brew.
Naturally, she was still naked. Oddly, it no longer bothered me, not even when she slipped naked between my sheets and we sat against my headboard, breasts bared.
We both sat quietly, comfortable in our silence and company. I pondered our friendship, yesterday it had undergone seismic changes.
We’d not had sex, we weren’t lesbians, we’d just been very open with each other, and Myla and opened my eyes to a whole new world of pleasure.
Yes, she’d undressed me, stroked my thigh, and held me to her breast afterwards, but she’d gone no further, and I was comfortable with all that had happened.
Eventually, I broke the silence, “Thank you, thank you for showing me what I’ve been missing and being so caring and supportive. It’s like I’ve suddenly got a sister, and honestly, I’ve always envied my friends with sisters, much though I love them, brothers aren’t the same.”
“I have a cousin, Ellie, she’s three years older than me and she taught me a lot. She bought me my first vibe, booked my first waxing, even held my hand when I got my piercings.”
I sat thinking in silence a while and then made a decision. “I need to go shopping today, will you come with me.”
“Yeah, of course, what are we after?”
“New underwear, the sort my mother wouldn’t choose, and I want a toy like yours, and if I’m brave enough, I need to tidy up downstairs.”
A look of pure delight settled on Myla’s face. “I know just the places, and I’ll book the wax online, so no chickening out.”
ooOOoo
Mid-morning saw us in the local mall, with Myla steering me into a women’s chain store that she assured me had a good range of sexy undies.
Before we’d left home, she had taken a pair of scissors to my bush and reduced it to what she described as a length the waxer can work with.
Big city shopping is so different to what I’m used to and shopping with a friend is such fun. I couldn’t remember myself having so much in ages.
Eventually, we were in the changing area with an armful of skimpy, colourful underwear.
I now thought nothing of stripping off in front of Myla, she even tried a couple of pairs on herself.
We took our choices to the checkout, and I added a couple of sets of Myla-style gym wear to my basket.
Next was the beautician, where I was booked in for a wax.
Myla ushered me in and we chatted and flicked through magazines whilst I waited.
When the technician came through from the back, Myla started to move toward the exit,
“I’ll go grab a coffee and meet you back here in a while,” she offered.
“Oh, Oh, I was kinda hoping you would stay.”
“I’m happy for you to come through too, “Grace, the tech offered.
And so we all progressed into the treatment room.
Grace took the lead. “Okay, so first wax? A Brazilian. Strip off behind the screen, and there’s a towel to go around your waist. Then come and lie down on the table.”
I returned to lie on the table. Myla was perched on a stool alongside.
“Nicely prepped!” Grace had lifted one side of the towel. “Ok, you’ll feel the warm wax first.”
The wax was warm, strangely pleasant. Then Grace announced that she was going to pull the first strip.
I reached out and Myla took my hand in hers.
“Here goes,” and with that Grace pulled the strip and a line of fire spread across my thigh.
“Oooogh,” I strangled a cry.
I strangled quite a few more over the next forty-five minutes. I may have crushed Myla’s fingers too.
Those last few pulls around my ass were pure agony.
When we finally left the salon, I’d put my skirt back on but left my panties off. I wanted nothing against my skin for a while.
“You were brilliant, I howled like a baby the first time,” Myla whispered as she hugged me.
“Oh, now you tell me. Hey, am I walking normally.”
Our last port of call was at the furthest end of the mall, and we slipped inside giggling like a couple of naughty schoolgirls, which we almost were.
Myla led the way to a display of toys that looked a lot like the one that she had.
A tall blonde middle-aged woman moved across to meet us at the display.
“How can I help you today?”
Suddenly my mouth was dry, as dry as my mind was blank.
“My friend wants a vibe; it’s her first toy.” Myla offered this information with a broad smile.
I was looking around the shop in near panic to see if anyone had heard her.
The assistant, Debbie, pulled a couple of samples from the rack, asking if I had a preference for size, texture, or colour.
Honestly, I could have bought anything, I just kept muttering and nodding.
The longest twenty minutes of my life saw us leave the store with a discreet bag containing two toys for me and a couple of items for Myla, who had steered the whole process.
ooOOoo
That evening, we ate in the cafeteria before taking a leisurely walk around campus.
I was still naked under my skirt, the cooling air felt fresh against my bare pussy.
The waxing had left me feeling really horny, but Myla echoed Grace’s advice to abstain for twenty-four hours, just to let my skin calm and heal.
Returning to our room, Myla poured a couple of sodas and with her now familiar mischievous grin got straight to the point, “Come on then show me that smooth pussy, I couldn’t see properly in the salon.”
I quickly stripped off and stood before her.
“Oh, yes, what a treasure you’ve been hiding. “Myla was leaning forward to get as close as possible. I could feel her breath against my sensitive skin, “Such a plump, full-lipped pussy.”
Two weeks ago, I would have shrivelled before her gaze, utterly humiliated and embarrassed, now, I stood proudly before her.
“You’re a little red but you’ll love the extra sensitivity. I suggest you sponge with cool water and then moisturise; that works for me.”
Myla was right – isn’t she always? All day I could feel everything, the air under my skirt, I was still forsaking panties, my bedsheets the night before, and oh, was I horny. I felt wet and aroused all the time.
By the following morning, I thought I might explode. My pussy was hot and wet, my nipples ached, I craved an orgasm. I had always thought I could live without until I met the man of my dreams: ‘respect your body,’ mum had said.
Maybe what she had really meant was, respect my body’s needs. Give in to my urges, feed the pussy. Maybe mum was wiser and more worldly than I had realised.
I awoke before Myla as I often did – farm life again. I started by teasing my nipples, lightly pinching them. Stroking the undersides of my breasts felt really good, I could feel my arousal building.
I remembered watching Myla stretching her nubs, cautiously I tried the same. Little shocks of pain radiated through my breasts. I gasped and then tugged harder. It hurt, but the more I tugged, the better it felt.
I kept stretching my now swollen and reddened nubs, feeling my juices flowing from my pussy.
I had never felt so alive, my entire body was humming with pleasure.
Kicking off the sheets, I looked down at my denuded pussy, bare for the first time in years.
Swollen and flushed, it glistened with the juices leaking from between my lips.
I recalled my excitement at first getting hair between my thighs, the feeling of my womanhood arriving. All those sneaked peeks at my friends, followed by us chatting and trying to be cool about the changes we were all passing through.
Now I had chosen to bare myself again, the sight and feel of my bare skin arousing me, fire engulfing my body.
My breath hissed as I slowly dragged a finger along my opening. It shone with my slickness.
I took a sniff and then a taste, tart, slightly salty. It tingled on my tongue.
I took a second taste. The very act excited me, and I liked my flavour.
With a breath, I slipped my finger through my folds, no resistance, just warm slickness as my pussy opened.
Such wonderful sensations, fullness, pressure, warmth, wetness. It was overwhelming.
Slowly, I started to work my finger back and forth, just like I had when Myla had lain beside me.
Just a few strokes and I could feel my pressure building, this wasn’t going to take long, my need was too great.
Curling my finger, I let my thumb start grazing my clit.
My pussy gushed juice, I spasmed against the bed, eyes clenched shut, toes curled as a tidal wave of pleasure consumed me.
I lay with blood roaring in my ears and my breathing ragged.
“That was beautiful, the sexiest, most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Myla’s voice.
Slowly I opened my eyes and looked across at her.
She was kneeling on her bed, looking flushed and excited, “Sorry, I heard you and I had to watch,” her voice was low and husky.
“Sorry, I just needed to …“ My voice trailed off.
“Never apologise, we agreed, remember?” Myla’s hand dropped between her own thighs,” You’ve got me all fired up now.”
I could see her wet pink folds, as she slowly stroked her opening.
Pausing, she reached into her bedside drawer and produced her new pink vibe.
“I think it’s time you tried yours.”
I watched that thick pink toy part her flesh.
I needed this.
We sat opposite each other, two extremely horny girls.
Myla had fed all the toy into her pussy.
I carefully slipped the tip in; oh fuck the stretch.
Her hands were on her breasts, that toy obscenely poking from her lips. I could hear its muted buzzing.
Gradually, I pushed mine deeper. It was so much thicker and longer than my finger.
I pushed the end and it started to throb inside of me.
Myla fixed her eyes on mine and smiled, that naughty sexy smile. She was a force of nature.
With our eyes locked, she worked her breasts and nipples, before one hand gripped the toy.
I copied her every move.
Our room was alive with the scent of hot wet pussy; our moans were loud and unfiltered.
Myla had promised to teach me. This was just the start.
