During my freshman year of college, I frequently partied at a house located just off campus. The tenants were four guys I had gone to high school with, but they were all a bit older than me. The place was always filled with filled with familiar faces and someone willing to buy booze for those of us under 21.
It was also a favorite spot for me to cut loose because I rarely got hit on when I was there. Since many of the regulars around the house were from my hometown, it was well-known I was into girls.
My first girlfriend, Becca, and I had been forced ‘out’ my junior year of high school when our secret relationship was discovered. Things had been rough, living in a rural Midwestern town, but we’d bonded through the trauma and dated for over two years. It was the longest relationship either of us had.
When I’d moved a few hours away for college in August, we promised nothing would change. Of course, things did. Despite our constant phone communication and my driving home for as many weekend visits as I could manage, things had fallen apart by November.
After our breakup, I leaned into my Sapphic side and labeled myself a lesbian. Although I had dated a couple of boys before dating Becca, I had never gone all the way with any of them. Becca had been my only real lover and sexual partner.
On an unseasonably warm Saturday night in March, the party house was abuzz with more people than usual. The host’s annual “White Trash Bash” was in full swing, luring in some townies and friends of friends.
Throngs of guys roamed about in ‘wife beaters’ and sleeveless beer T-shirts. Girls teetered through the crowd on too-high heels, sporting whale tails, and tube tops with push-up bras.
My best friend Janet and I went to a thrift shop on Friday to score some tacky outfits for the occasion. I was especially proud of the hideous shoes I’d found: cork platform heels with orange pleather bows and matching laces that tied around the ankle and calf.
I could think of no other reason these shoes existed except to have a starring role at such a premier gala. Paired with some homemade Daisy Dukes and a matching orange tank top with drawstring ruching up the side, I felt ready for a trailer park catwalk.
Janet and I made a lap through the party, chatting with pals and taking in the scene. We played a round of beer pong, quickly losing to a team of older guys. I drifted into the kitchen and found a group of people doing Jello shots. They beckoned me over, and I took a cup of blue goo from a short brunette wearing a Hooters tank top.
I smiled and slurped the shot down in unison with the group. The brunette grinned at me, her amber eyes lingering on mine for a few seconds. A sudden commotion from the crowd watching beer pong drew everyone’s attention. Cheers and laughter echoed loudly through the house.
Before I could turn my gaze back to Miss Amber-eyes, Janet came into the kitchen giggling. She grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the room, muttering incoherently. I couldn’t hear what she was saying over the thumping music.
We weaved through the house and into the backyard where the noise dissipated. A few people were playing corn hole and some guys were taking turns doing keg stands.
“Whew, I just needed to get out of there for a minute! Too loud and too hot.”
Janet refilled her solo cup with vodka-spiked lemonade from a dispenser cooler on the picnic table. I decided to grab a drink, too.
We made small talk for a few minutes, enjoying the cool air and watching the shenanigans. I kept looking back toward the house, hoping to glimpse the short brunette.
Ben, one of the guys that lived there, appeared, passing around a bottle of Jack Daniels. I took a swig and swallowed hard, feeling the liquid burn as it coated my throat and tummy. I’m not a fan of Jack but my pride kept me from committing a ‘party foul’ like rebuffing free booze from the party’s host.
The night’s temperature was rapidly falling, giving me goosebumps and hard nipples. I made my way back inside, leaving Janet to catch up with a friend who had gone off to a different school.
Their voices faded into the music as I stepped through the sliding patio door. The bass was so heavy it rippled the liquid in my plastic cup and vibrated my guts. I kept moving through the house, seeking a less overwhelming enclave.
Another friend of mine appeared from around the corner and greeted me with a hug.
“Hey, I hadn’t seen you around here yet! Come do a Jello shot with me!”
I followed Lesley to the kitchen and, this time, opted for the red flavor. We slurped down the saccharine shots, then leaned against the kitchen counters, talking. The mix of liquors in my system was starting to make my head buzz. I listened half-heartedly as she recounted her latest boyfriend troubles.
A small group of girls came around the wall, talking loudly over each other. I turned to look and noticed the Hooters shirt amongst them. As they approached, their chatter quieted except for one girl who spoke up.
“Can we get some of those Jello shots?” Their self-appointed leader, a thick girl in leopard print stretch pants, directed the question to Lesley, who stood nearer the tray of cups.
“Sure,” Lesley chirped, presenting the tray to them like a waitress. I let my gaze fall on the short brunette standing slightly behind her friend.
She was now sporting a trucker hat she hadn’t been wearing earlier. Her hair spilled out onto her shoulders in thick chestnut waves. I wanted to run my fingers through her locks and inhale their scent.
A faded black jean skirt clung to her slim hips, showing off her toned midriff and legs. The lime green Dollar Tree flip-flops were a bold choice of party shoe (IYKYK), even if they did fit the dress code perfectly.
I unknowingly smirked as my eyes traveled from her pedicured toes up her body.
“You want another one, Kasie?” Lesley’s voice jolted me back to reality and I tried not to look flustered as I regained my focus.
I glanced over the tray of red and blue cups and selected one mindlessly, my peripheral vision noting the amber eyes watching me. My pulse went up a notch and my stomach fluttered. On the count of three, we all downed the jiggly alcohol treats.
“So, I haven’t seen you party here before. Do you know the guys that live here?”
Lesley posed the question to all four of the strangers in her friendliest voice. I was glad for her inquiry as I hoped to find out more about Miss Hooters.
“I have a couple of classes with Nate, and we were lab partners in Chem last semester,” Leopard Pants answered with a fake smile.
“This is my roommate,” she gestured to a skinny blonde behind her. “And these,” she motioned to Miss Hooters and the fourth girl who was busy texting, “are my friends visiting for Spring Break.”
Miss Hooters flashed a gorgeous smile, glancing between Lesley and me. “I’m Jill,” she said demurely.
“Oh, yeah, I’m Kim,” Leopard Pants said, laughing at her thoughtlessness. Neither the skinny roommate nor the compulsory texter seemed interested in offering their names.
Lesley forced a smile and introduced herself before motioning toward me. “And that’s Kasie.”
I jutted my chin forward in a casual nod toward Kim, but I met Jill’s gaze with more purpose. One side of my mouth pricked up in a furtive smile as I stared into her golden eyes. Before I could speak, Kim roared out over the music.
“C’mon girls! Who needs another beer?”
She started to lead her pack out of the kitchen and the three girls followed her silently. As I watched them go, Jill looked back at me with a little grin and, fueled by the booze, I gave her a wink.
“Well, aren’t they super friendly,” Lesley said, rolling her eyes.
“Maybe they’re here trying to get laid, and they think of us as the competition,” I suggested sarcastically.
We both laughed, knowing that neither of us was trying to hook up with anyone at this party.
The third Jello shot hit me and a creeping warmth spread from my belly out to my fingers and toes. I filled my solo cup with water from the kitchen sink and ate a handful of crunchy pretzels.
Janet appeared in the kitchen doorway, looking more intoxicated than the last time I saw her. She spotted Lesley and let out a loud screech as she lunged across the room to embrace her. While they hugged and cackled, I got another cup of water and gave it to Janet.
Another guy who lived in the house came up to us with a shit-eating grin on his face. He had graduated two years ahead of me and I had never had a real conversation with him. He took a swig of beer and I waited for him to say something salacious.
“Hey, uh, he-hey, Kasie,” he stuttered awkwardly, shifting his gaze between all three of us.
I exchanged glances with Lesley and Janet, who eyed him with equal curiosity.
“Yeah? What’s up?” I asked, dubious of his intentions.
He looked at Janet and Lesley again before leaning in close to me so that he could speak without them overhearing. He reeked of cheap beer and cigarettes.
“You see that chick in the Hooters shirt?” He cocked his head to the side and shifted his eyes toward the dining room.
Hooters shirt.
The words made my heart skip a beat. I glanced past him into the crowd of people watching beer pong. Her honey eyes caught mine from across the room and she quickly averted her gaze.
“Yeah. What about her?” I replied without whispering.
Janet and Lesley keenly listened, trying to assess the situation.
Simpering smile still on his face, he leaned toward my ear again.
“She wants to ask you something…cuz, well cuz she heard you’re into girls.”
“Uhm, okaay…” I stretched the words and wagged my head in exaggerated impatience.
“What are you two whispering about over there?” Janet grew irritated by the secret exchange.
“Yeah, Derek. What’s going on?” Lesley added.
“Well, she’s curious, ya know?” His voice was louder now as I pulled back, both so I could look him in the face and put space between his mouth and my nose.
“Curious?” My eyebrows furrowed as I attempted to make sense of what he was saying.
“Who’s curious about what?!” Janet asked loudly.
“Shhh, sush, sush,” he slurred at her. He leaned in and we three copied him. Then he whispered, “About, being with another girl.”
He widened his eyes to emphasize his implication. I perked one brow up and tilted my head questioningly.
“Huh?” Janet mumbled, still not understanding. Lesley waited for Derek to say more.
“Are you trying to say she’s bi-curious?” I asked him quietly.
Seriously? Could I be so lucky?
My eyes darted back to the dining room where she was watching the four of us over her solo cup. She flashed a bashful smile and tucked a chestnut lock behind her ear before looking away.
“I’m sayin’, she wants to know if you’re interested in hookin’ up.”
“Say wha!” Janet exclaimed loudly.
“Oh, Derek, you’re full of shit!” Lesley hissed at him.
“No! I’m serious,” he shot back. “Anyway, who was talking to you two?”
He grabbed my elbow and guided me to the other end of the counter.
“I am being serious. She wants to get with you.” He smiled wryly.
“Like, here, during the party?” I asked, incredulously, trying not to look in her direction. “Wait, how does she even know I’m gay? And why are you telling me this?”
Certainly, there was some misunderstanding on his part. Or worse, this was some kind of prank with me as the target.
“She overheard me and a couple of guys talking when you first got to the party. Then she came up to me a little later asking, like, how I knew you and shit.”
“And you told her I’m a lesbian that went to your high school?” I cocked my head and rolled my eyes at him.
“I mean, more or less,” he said, lifting his brows and shrugging. I scoffed and took a drink of my water.
“Okay. But, why are you, like, middle-manning this? Why doesn’t she just come talk to me?”
I looked over to meet the curious stares of Janet and Lesley across the kitchen. Derek finished his beer and sat the cup down.
“I guess she doesn’t want her friend to know. The fat one in the leopard pants…”
“Kim?” I interjected.
“Man, I don’t know her name,” he blurted with annoyance. Two people came into the kitchen whooping joyously. They bee-lined for the Jello shots, unconcerned with our whispering. Derek continued.
“The big one in leopard pants is like, overprotective or some shit, I don’t know. Basically, Hooters hottie wants to get you alone and she asked me to try and facilitate that. That’s all I know.”
I was surprised at his use of ‘facilitate’ considering the quantity of alcohol he’d consumed. He looked over his shoulder to the dining room and I followed his gaze. Jill was still there, standing next to Kim, cheering on the beer pong players.
“Sooo,” he drawled at me. I glanced over again, and she flashed me a wide grin.
“I don’t know, dude.” I stared into his bloodshot eyes for a moment. “You’ve piqued my interest, I guess. How am I supposed to talk with her alone?”
Derek smiled, satisfied he had put a plan in motion. He started to speak.
“I’m going to get her fat friend…”
“Kim! Her name is Kim, Derek.” I scolded him in a hushed voice.
“Fine! I’m going to get KIM to go outside and get another beer and play a round of cornhole. When she and her friends leave, your girl can break away. Just be ready.”
Just be ready. Like he was organizing a sting operation or a heist. What a boob.
“Yeah, I’m not going anywhere.” I rolled my eyes at him.
We walked back toward a desperately curious Janet and Lesley.
“Ladies,” he smiled at them deviously, grabbing a gelatin shot as he passed.
“Well, what the hell was that?!” Janet growled at me.
I relayed to them what Derek had said, gauging their reactions by their expressions.
We all agreed he may be full of shit, but I also told them about her lingering stares and bashful smiles.
Janet admonished me for even considering fucking a stranger. Lesley told her to stop being so uptight, reminding her whatever I did wouldn’t impact Janet.
“You should go for it. You need a rebound.” Lesley endorsed, eliciting another scoff from Janet.
“All I said was that I wanted to talk to her without her friend eavesdropping. I don’t know where it will go,” I reminded them as I made myself a new drink, pouring cheap vodka into a cup of Sprite.
Lesley was right about me needing a rebound. I was in a dry spell. Becca and I had had a pretty active sex life during our two-year-long relationship. My move to college had obviously limited those liaisons and by this time I had not been with anyone in over four months.
My teenage lust, intensified by time and alcohol, dominated my thought process.
Isn’t this what college is for anyway? Casual hookups and shameless sexual escapades.
Also, Jill attended a different school, so there was practically no chance of running into each other later. It wasn’t like either of us was going to end up pregnant. This would purely be a one-time thing. I could find little reason to reject the offer, assuming it was genuine.
I watched as Derek and Nate approached Kim and company. Less than a minute later she was following Derek toward the backyard, her friends in tow, being charmed by Nate. Jill acted like she would follow them then paused at the threshold and turned to look at me.
I guess this is my moment.
I shot Lesley and Janet a little smirk and then strode confidently toward my quarry, meeting her at the opposite end of the dining room.
“Hi,” she smiled up at me, my trashy heels causing me to tower over her.
I leaned down to her ear so she could hear me over the crowd, “You wanna go talk somewhere?”
She nodded and I led the way through the house to the staircase that went up to the bedrooms. It was relatively secluded since the upper level was unofficial ‘invite-only,’ except for the bathroom. We stopped at the top landing, where the music was still audible, but we could hear each other speak.
“So, Jill, where do you go to school,” I asked, sipping my drink.
“Ball State. I’m studying Hospitality and Tourism Management.” She brushed her hair over an ear and the sweet scent of jasmine drifted into my nose, quickening my pulse. We made small talk about school and how we felt nearing the end of our first year of college.
A door opened down the hall and a couple I knew came out, bodies close, talking softly in each other’s ears. They certainly had the look of post-coital satisfaction.
As they approached, Jill scooted closer to me to make space for them to pass. Her smooth legs rubbed against mine, sending a jolt through my core. The thought of running my hand up her silky thigh flooded my pussy with damp heat.
The couple scooted by us, mumbling “Hey” through blissful grins. She wore a shiny, lilac mini tube dress that left little to the imagination. Being seated on the floor made her panty-less ass jiggle right in our faces. She smelled of sex and I wondered if Jill noticed. The guy gave us a knowing wink as he passed and Jill blushed.
When they got to the bottom of the stairs, Jill and I couldn’t help but exchange looks and laugh. She stayed sitting right against me.
“Seems like they were having a good time,” she remarked, her eyes moving from the foot of the staircase to my face.
My heart raced and I took a drink. I let the back of my hand brush along her knee up her outer thigh.
“Are you having a good time?” The words tumbled off my tongue.
“Sure,” she smiled, brushing her lips on my ear. “But I bet you can make it better.”
Her breath on my neck sent a shiver down my spine. My hand slid higher until it rested under the edge of her short skirt, fingertips drawn to her heat.
I turned my head and planted my lips on hers, more than a peck but not open-mouthed. I needed to see her reaction. Her golden eyes swirled with desire, and just as she was about to kiss me back, there was a creak at the bottom of the stairs.
We both looked to see Derek climbing toward us, still wearing his goofy grin.
“Hey, you two, how’s it going?” He didn’t wait for an answer before passing us to enter the bathroom.
My hand lingered on her leg, creeping almost imperceptibly toward her mound. She put her lips to my ear again and whispered, “I’ve wondered about being with another girl for a long time.”
My breath hitched in my throat. She laid her small hand on my leg, trailing up the convergence of my thighs. My pussy thrummed at her touch.
The sounds of a toilet flushing and the bathroom door opening caused her to shift away slightly. Derek darted from the bath to the bedroom across the hall. A minute later, he emerged, tapping a pack of cigarettes against his palm.
“My room is empty,” he tossed his head toward the door he had just exited. “If y’all want to sit on my bed,” he smirked, stepping by us to head back downstairs. We watched him descend and then glance back up at us from the bottom step.
Alone again, Jill pressed her hand deeper between my thighs, her nails forcing me to separate my knees.
“I wouldn’t mind getting more comfortable,” she breathed into my ear and neck, making me sigh aloud. She took my hand in hers as she stood up. I mirrored her actions, feeling suddenly light-headed. She guided me the few steps to the bedroom and I locked the door behind us.
The room was dark, and it smelled of Axe body spray and dirty socks. Clothes and textbooks littered the floor, typical of many college boys rooms. I was observing all the clutter when Jill pressed herself into me, inclining her head for a kiss.
Instinctively I bent to meet her lips. She was tentative at first and I lingered on her lips, letting her set the pace. When they parted slightly, I slipped my tongue along the opening.
Jill’s sighed, squeezing my ass, holding me to her. Her kiss grew deeper, and her tongue writhed against mine. Fingers trailed over my hips, pushing my shirt up my ribs until I lifted my arms so she could take it off. A faint moan emanated from her throat as her eyes drank me in.
I pulled the Hooters shirt over her head and tossed it on the bed. She smiled shyly, swaying her body back and forth. I ran my hands over her slim hips and back, feeling her warm, soft skin. My fingers laced in the hair at the back of her scalp and I pulled her face into mine.
While we kissed, I expertly unhooked her bra and threw it alongside her shirt. She giggled, looking down at her bare chest. Her tits were round and perky, with small nipples that pointed straight ahead. They fit perfectly in my palms, and I caressed them delicately before I took one into my mouth.
Jill ran her hands over my shoulders and neck. When I sucked one of her nipples, she gasped, clutching a handful of my hair. I rose and smiled at her slightly shocked face.
“I need to take off these stupid shoes,” I said, guiding her backward. “Why don’t you sit down?”
She sat on the edge of the mattress, smiling coyly, hands covering her chest. I wasn’t sure if she was feeling modest or chilly. I sat down next to her and unwrapped the ridiculous orange laces from my calves. As they fell, they left red pressure lines on my skin.
Oh, that’s real cute.
Now unencumbered by my heels, I turned back to Jill, who eyed me curiously. I suddenly felt unsure of myself. I had never really been in this sort of dominant role. Not to say I was always submissive during sex, but I had never been someone’s ‘first’.
Becca had been with a girl or two at camp before we got together. The few boys I’d fooled around with when I was 16 were more sexually experienced than me and had taken the lead during our encounters.
“Why don’t we even things up a bit?” I grinned, trying to put her at ease. I started to reach behind myself to unclasp my bra when Jill touched my elbow.
“Let me,” she spoke for the first time in what felt like half an hour.
Her voice was soft, but she smiled confidently as her arms reached around my back. She leaned toward me and I breathed her in. This time, I detected a heady musk infused with the jasmine. My mouth and pussy watered in unison.
The pressure of the elastic band eased, and I pulled my arms free. The cool air hit my nipples, tightening them to hard points. Jill cupped my boobs with warm palms, making them appear larger in her small hands. My fingers explored her back and waist while she fondled my breasts.
Her head lowered, and I felt a tongue swipe over my left nipple, causing me to flinch. I arched my back and pressed into her mouth, egging her on. Jill closed her lips around my breast and sucked my nipple in, grazing her teeth against thin skin. I pinched both her hard nubs and rolled them between my finger and thumb.
She gasped, releasing my tit from her lips and looking up at me. I smirked and covered her open mouth with mine. She kissed me back passionately and our hands roamed all over each other.
I pecked kisses down her neck and throat, feeling her pulse thumping in her jugular. My tongue swirled around each of her nipples and her breath grew ragged. My own pulse was vibrating in my swollen clit.
My hand ran up her smooth thigh, noting the moist heat radiating from her pelvis. I softly kissed along her collarbone as I brushed my fingertips across damp lace. Jill‘s breath hitched and she trembled at my touch.
I looked into her golden eyes and pushed my middle finger under the gusset of her panties, feeling wet, hot flesh. Her hips wriggled against my hand, and her eyes silently pled for more. I swiped my finger through her sodden slit, my other hand cradling her back and shoulders. When I pulled my finger out, she whimpered and watched me bring it to my tongue.
I sucked the digit clean, sampling her sweet nectar. The taste made my own pussy swell and throb. I unbuttoned her skirt and she lifted her hips so I could pull it down to her ankles. She kicked it off the rest of the way and I shimmied out of my shorts. My thong was drenched with my own desire.
Jill laid back on the unmade bed, her dark hair floating about her shoulders, her eyes locked on mine. Even in the dim light of the bedroom, she was a visage, undulating her lithe, athletic body, running one hand over her perky tits and dipping the other into the front of her panties.
I straddled her thighs, pressing my damp sex against her. Leaning forward, my breasts swung pendulously over her face, and she lifted her head to catch my nipple between her lips.
She moaned as she sucked, and her hands explored my curves. I hadn’t been intimate with anyone in months and the sensations were overwhelming. My hips rocked on top of her, unconsciously moving to the beat of the music downstairs.
Our lips met in greedy kisses, tongues melding together. My boobs pressed into hers as our bare bodies rubbed against each other.
“I want to taste you,” I said, looking down at her flushed face. Jill grinned and bit her bottom lip.
I moved slowly down her body, kissing and licking from her collarbone, between the small swells of her breasts, down her flat belly, to the edge of her lacy knickers. The scent of her eager cunt was more intoxicating than those Jello shots.
I gripped the thin material between my teeth while my index fingers hooked over her hip bones. Slowly, I knelt, dragging the panties down, until I was on my knees in front of her naked body. Jill giggled softly and kept her knees together modestly.
Her dark bush was freshly shaved, with only a small strip of wet hair covering her slit. I started down at her ankles, kissing my way up her legs, gliding my fingertips along the back of her knees and outer thighs. Her body relaxed and her hands massaged her breasts.
When I reached the top of her thighs, I blew lightly across her mound, eliciting a little gasp and undulation of her hips. I kissed across her mons, letting my hot breath settle on her skin. My tongue swiped across moistened curls and slipped it into the top of her slit.
Jill arched back with a moan, exposing a bit more of herself to me. My hands stroked her hips and thighs while my tongue probed deeper, brushing against her swollen clitoris, causing her to flinch.
I grasped her ankles and guided them up to the edge of the bed. With her knees raised, a palpable heat radiated from her bum. She propped herself on an elbow to watch as I dragged my flat tongue down the center of her pussy.
Jill groaned in pleasure, her legs quivering and her hips bucking. I relished the taste of her sweet, tart juice running down my chin like a ripe summer peach. My tongue traced along her labia, just barely grazing her bud.
I sucked it between my lips and began humming, sending vibrations across her nerve endings. Jill moaned and her hand grasped at my hair. I maintained my humming but increased the pressure against her pelvis. Her breathing became more rapid.
My own pussy strained against my thong, aching to be touched. While my mouth devoured Jill, my finger raked between my puffy lips and then swirled around my hard clit. I hadn’t been this wet in months.
The sight and taste of Jill amplified my lust. I wanted, no, I needed to feel her tongue against my slit. I stood, pulling off the panties with one hand, and tossed them into Jill’s face.
“Just look at what you are doing to me,” I teased, lifting my head from her pussy to make eye contact.
Jill held the sodden pink fabric to her nose with a wry smile. Her cunt spasmed as she inhaled my sexy musk. I pushed my tongue as deep into her as I could, my nose pressing into her pubic bone. My hands pushed open her flexible thighs and I admired her glistening petals. She writhed and pulled my hair.
I ran a finger around the edge of her tight entrance, the way one traces along the rim of a glass. At the same time, my tongue lapped and flicked her clit. When I slid a finger inside, she arched her back, moaning in approval. I added a second finger, feeling her clench around me.
Jill’s hips rocked in unison with my thrusts, urging me on. My other hand worked feverish circles on my own slick bud. Sweat beaded under my swaying tits and across my forehead. The low bed had me bent forward awkwardly but I kept my mouth on her as I pumped.
She was panting, soft moans coming closer together. My mind was torn between bringing her to climax or stopping right now so I could straddle her face. As wet as I was, wrought with desire, my accommodating nature won out. I took the wet fingers from my cunt and shoved them into her open mouth.
Jill ravenously licked and sucked at them, tasting my sex. She was holding my wrist with one hand and pinching her nipple in the other. I tilted my hand and stroked my fingers in a “come over here” gesture against her soft spot.
Jill nearly bit my fingers. Her eyes widened and locked onto mine as I lowered my mouth back to her swollen clitoris. The combination of sensations brought her to a bucking orgasm.
I muffled her shrieks with fingers still in her mouth. Hot cream coated my chin and hand, running down her crack and pooling on the blanket.
A little surprise for Derek.
She was still panting as she sat up and reached out, pulling my face to hers for a kiss. She sucked my lips and tongue, tasting herself with smug satisfaction.
A drop of fluid seeped between my swollen folds and trickled down my thigh.
“My turn,” Jill whispered, her amber eyes awash with passion.
I smiled and shook my hair out of the messy top-knot before joining her on the bed. As I reclined next to her she swung a leg over me, suddenly straddling me. The scent of her creamy cunt filled the room.
I caressed her waist, over her hips, down the swell of her ass. Her perky tits jiggled as she ran her hands through her long hair, pushing her arms over her head. Jill dragged her slickness up my thigh until our wet mounds were grinding together. I wished at that moment I had a strap-on so I could fuck her hard while I watched her ride me.
She met me in another deep kiss while her hands massaged my boobs. She sucked my neck so hard I was sure it would leave a hickey. Then she sucked my nipples with equal vigor. I squirmed under her and more liquid leeched from my lower lips.
Jill’s tongue gilded from my nipple all the way down my ribcage, to my hip bone. Once she situated herself between my thighs, she inhaled deeply. Her lips barely grazed wet skin causing me to toss my head back and moan. Her breath felt cool contrasted with the heat I was putting off.
She poked her tongue between my lips, hesitant at first. My well-lubricated folds gave her no resistance. I moaned and laced my hand through her hair, feeling her body relax. Her tongue explored my pussy, tracing my lips and lapping up my nectar. For someone who had never performed oral on a woman before, she was doing outstanding.
When her tongue found my hard pearl, I groaned and kicked my hips. Realizing what she’d uncovered, she flicked her tongue over it several more times.
“Oh, yes,” I sighed. “That feels wonderful,” I remembered how much Becca’s feedback used to spur my confidence.
Jill continued to slurp and suck, lap and lick, learning all the ways she might make me squirm. Her thumbs dug into soft flesh as she pressed my legs apart. I complied, relaxing my hips and spreading my knees wider.
She dipped her tongue farther into me, finding my taut entrance. My muscles clenched around the fleshy probe, beckoning her to go deeper. Jill swirled her tongue around my supple sweet spot, then latched her lips onto my clit.
I whimpered unexpectedly, tugging at her hair. She slid two fingers inside, stroking back and forth. I rocked my hips with her movement. She resumed sucking my bud and soon added a third finger to her thrusts.
Squelching sounds and passionate grunts filled the room as Jill drove her small hand into my juicy cunt. Her eyes flashed up to me in the dark and she had a purposeful look, like one focused on a complex task.
“Keep doing that,” I panted. “You’re going to make me cum.” I chose my words specifically. Not “I’m going to cum” but “You’re going to make me cum”.
Her spirit heightened, she swirled her tongue around my clit and pumped her arm furiously. I clamped around her hand, my hips bucking under her face. Hot lava erupted from my core, coating my pussy and dripping onto the sheets.
Probably the most lady jizz Derek’s bed has ever seen.
Jill was crouched between my knees, her wet face smiling proudly. I took her hands and pulled her up, then laid her down on top of me. Her warm body pressed into mine, both of us coated in sweat and sexual fluids. Her hands rested on my shoulders and I stroked languidly over her back as we caught our breath.
An urgent banging at the door made us both jump, cutting our post-coital cuddle short. Jill scrambled to put her shirt on while I handed her the rest of her clothes. The knocking continued.
“Hey, what’s going on? Why is my door locked?!”
Ben was pounding on the door now, his anger palpable through the wood. I slipped my thong on, the damp gusset feeling cool on my hot mound, and then I went to the door.
Ben’s door? I thought this was Derek’s room.
I unlocked the knob, but before I could turn it, Ben flung the door open, flooding the room with light from the hall.
“Sorry. We’re just finishing up,” I bumbled, jumping out of his way.
I stood in his doorway in just my panties, hoping the surprise of my bare tits would stunt his rage.
“Kasie?” His eyes darted to his bed, and he was clearly bemused to see Jill there.
A couple of party-goers were moving through the hallway, murmuring and glancing into the bedroom. I blushed and crossed my arms over my exposed chest.
“Will you close the door, please?” He swung it behind himself without looking away from me.
“A few people came up to me saying somebody was fucking in my room.” His voice was gruff, but his energy was softening. “Nobody said it was two chicks, though.” A sly smile lifted the corners of his mouth.
“About that,” I started to explain, but he cut me off by speaking again.
“Do I know you?” Ben directed the question to Jill.
By now, she had redressed and was sitting on the edge of his mattress with an apprehensive look. Her eyes darted between me, Ben, and the door.
I answered for her, “This is Jill.”
“Kim’s friend. I came with Kim,” she responded quietly.
“Oh, yeah, right. I remember seeing you hanging around with that group earlier.” He took a deep breath and smirked. “Smells like you came with Kasie, too,” he chortled.
I grinned, suppressing a snicker. Oh, she did. Jill blushed and looked toward the door again.
I stepped closer to Ben, so I was just out of his reach and looked him in the eyes as I spoke.
“We’re sorry for using your bedroom, Ben. Although, to be fair, Derek said it was his.” I could smell Jill’s womanhood on my face and wondered if Derek noticed it wafting on my words.
“Fuckin’ Derek,” he grumbled. “At least there’s no jizz on my bed.”
“Well…” I smirked coyly and looked down at my feet with fake repentance.
“Hmmpf!” An amused scoff escaped him. “Not some dude’s jizz, I mean.”
As I kept Ben’s attention, Jill moved to the door quickly and slipped out before Ben noticed.
The sounds of music and the thud of the door closing made him realize she had gone.
I stepped back from him, eager to find my clothes. My shorts rested on top of the ugly orange heels on the floor. As I leaned over the mattress to reach my shirt and bra, I felt Ben sidle up behind me.
His big hands covered my ass, squeezing my cheeks. I froze, and my still-wet pussy twinged at his rough touch. His hands traveled up my curvy hips and waist until they were cupping my boobs. The juxtaposition of his big paws to Jill’s dainty hands was amusing to behold.
He pulled my back into him, pressing the bulge in his jeans against my bare bum. Part of me wanted to protest. Sure, Ben was a good-looking guy and had the ‘body count’ to prove it, but I wasn’t really interested in men.
However, the effect he was having on my body couldn’t be ignored. His whiskey breath on my neck sent a shiver down my spine and goosebumps across my skin while a renewed heat spread through my core.
“Ben, I, I…” My words trailed off into a soft moan when he slid a finger between my slick folds.
“Oh, fuck are you wet,” he said against my ear. One hand worked my pussy while the other unzipped his jeans.
My mind was spinning. I was not sure I wanted this, but I wasn’t doing anything to stop it. Quite the contrary when I thought about it.
You jiggled your tits and ass in front of an intoxicated, 22-year-old Lothario. In his bedroom. With the smell of juicy, young snatch in the air. Don’t act like you didn’t subconsciously want this.
My pulse rang in my ears, drowning out the music. I licked my lips, and the taste of Jill upon them made me stifle a moan. My cunt ached to be filled, not just fingered. I found myself arching my back to press my ass into his hips and grinding myself on his thick digits.
I loved it when Becca bent me over the bed and fucked me from behind with a strap-on.
Ben removed his hand and shifted away from me. I looked over to see him opening the drawer of his nightstand and pulling out what I hoped was a condom. A tearing sound and a whiff of latex confirmed my thoughts.
Thank Christ.
His hand ran down my mound, finding my swollen clit. He rubbed too roughly, causing me to squirm and whine under him. My breath hitched in my throat but my pussy seared with want.
He yanked my thong down around my thighs, then rubbed his latex-coated tip up and down my slippery crevice.
“I think you want this big dick, don’t you, Kasie? And I think you owe me for using my bed without asking.” My hips undulated in front of him, but I said nothing. My mouth was dry, and I could not form words.
Ben didn’t wait for my response. He held one side of my pelvis firmly and guided his stiff cock into my pussy. I groaned at the pleasant sensation of him stretching and filling me. My walls clenched and pulsed around him, feeling the first real cock inside me.
With both hands now on my hips, he pulled me tight against him, moaning as he bottomed out. His dick wasn’t as large as some of the toys I had used before, but it felt substantial enough. I liked how warm it was inside me.
He pulled out slowly at first, leaving just the tip, before plunging all the way back in. I squealed and ground my ass on him. Ben increased his pace, thrusting in and out vigorously. His balls stimulated my clit every time his hips crashed into me. I found Jill’s wet spot on the bedding and buried my face into it.
His grunts came closer together until he held me still against him and bellowed. I felt his cock twitching inside my tunnel, and I clenched around him, causing Ben to gasp. His reaction intrigued me, so I pulsed again, soliciting another groan. He pulled out of me, feeling much smaller, and I spun around to sit on the edge of the bed.
Ben tied off the condom and tossed it into a wastebasket in the corner. Then he handed me a few tissues. I stood up and wiped myself off while he tucked his soft cock back in his boxers and jeans.
I pulled my thong back up and sat down to put the rest of my clothes on. Ben moved toward the door, then looked over at me.
“That was fun. See ya back down there.” With that he stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind him.
I finished dressing in a minute but took five more to tie the stupid pleather laces up my calves. Then I popped across the hall into the bathroom to freshen up.
Once I’d fixed my hair and cleaned the sex juices off my face and thighs, I headed back downstairs to find Lesley, Janet, and a cold drink.
***
I partied at that house several more times over the next six months. I saw Kim once or twice and she always gave me the stink eye.
Ben and I never talked about that night. After our encounter, he went back to the party and got so drunk and stoned that I wasn’t even sure he remembered what happened. He moved back to our hometown, after grad school, got married, and had a couple of kids. I still see him occasionally when I’m in town to visit family.
I never did see Jill again, but I think about her now and then, and I wonder how many other women she’s bedded over the years.
