It should have been cooling down and moving toward autumn, but summer was having a last hurrah, and the weather was hot and humid.
Our room was permanently warm and somewhat stuffy. The window only cracked open six inches. A safety feature to prevent anyone from getting silly and falling out.
We had bought a fan, but it only helped a little; really, the tepid air was just moving around us.
As a result, we spent most of our time outdoors, walking, swimming, or just finding a shady spot in which to lie.
Summer had been beautiful, long sunny days, warm and dry. Dad was a happy man; the harvest was good, and yields were up. That said, my mind was starting to move toward the cooler days with darker evenings, wrapping up warm and sitting cosy indoors with mugs of hot chocolate and log fires.
I guess we’re a fickle bunch, always yearning for what’s not available.
Anyway, I was returning from the campus library where I’d loitered over my coursework, enjoying the air-conditioning. Library usage had never been so high.
I’d picked up a couple of iced coffees and was hurrying back to Myla when I passed Lucy and Tina’s room.
“Urrrrgh, Yes, Yes.” There was no mistaking her voice or the nature of her passion. The tiniest of pink thong panties were hanging from her door handle.
Lucy had clearly invited her boyfriend over and was enjoying every moment of it.
At that point, Tina appeared from the other end of the block. “Oh, not again,” she stopped and stared at the offending door, just as another wail burst forth.
“Jana, I love that girl like a sister, but she’s as horny as a rabbit, and I just wanna kick back outta the heat.”
“Well, it sounds like she’ll be a while, so come and crash with us.” With a giggle, I steered her towards our door.
“Thanks, and you know what? They’re not even her panties, they’re mine. Girl doesn’t own any that I’ve seen.”
Reaching our door, I gave a couple of loud knocks, “It’s me, Myla, Tina is with me.”
“She’s probably naked; it’s so warm, we both have been,” I offered.
“Okay,” Myla shouted and opened the door.
As predicted, Myla was in her robe. Her nipples were hard against the fabric, her long, tanned legs bare from mid-thigh. Fumbling with the belt, she turned from the door. In her haste, the back got caught in the tie, and her bare ass was exposed to us both.
I kicked off my sneakers and grabbed a spare glass. Splitting the two iced drinks between the three glasses, I offered them around.
“Thanks, Jana. And Myla, sorry for crashing your room, but Lucy is entertaining again.”
“Don’t worry, Hun, just get comfy.”
Tina and I sat as close to the fan as we could and sipped our cold drinks.
“It’s so hot and humid, all I want to do is shower all day,” Tina sighed as she rolled her cold glass across her forehead, “this tee has glued itself to me.”
“Take it off if you want, we don’t mind, do we, Jana?”
“Er, no. As I said, we’re relaxed in this heat.” I nodded at Myla’s barely covered form to emphasise my point.
“I need a shower, I’m gross.” Tina’s nose was wrinkled in disgust.
“So do I; let’s freshen up and get comfortable.” Grabbing a couple of clean towels, I offered Tina one.
Our accommodation is single sex, so the showers are largely communal, just a couple of partitioned ones for the shy and religious, as Myla describes them.
We hit the open area; it was easier to share my washbag.
Turning the water as cold as we dared, we stood and cooled down.
Tina was slim, really slim with pert A-Cup breasts, but her nipples were dark dusky pink and huge.
Soon, the room was full of apple-scented shampoo as we washed the sweat off.
“Mmmm, citrus shower gel, my favourite. Get your back for you?” Tina’s offer was outta left field, and the old me would have run for a cubicle, but that was the old pre-Myla me.
Instead, I just turned away from her and offered my back.
Her hands were slim like her petite frame. They started to glide over my body, working the gel and cold water into my skin. It felt glorious after the heat of the day.
I inhaled the citrus scent and sighed in pleasure.
Tina was really working her thumbs around the base of my neck. I hadn’t realised how tense I was.
“You’re a little taller than me, just lean forward a bit,” I complied, resting my hands against the tile, my ass accidentally bumping Tina’s hip.
With slow, firm strokes, her hands worked down my back. She may have been petite, but she was deceptively strong.
I was vaguely aware that I was groaning in pleasure.
When her hands started to knead my ass cheeks, I jumped slightly.
“Lots of tension held in your ass cheeks.”
Her fingers brushing my pucker elicited a sharp intake of breath, but it felt so good.
I gently pushed back against her, moaning quietly as she massaged my taint.
I could feel her rubbing herself against me.
Her fingers stilled. “Okay, I think you’re done now.”
“Your turn,” I straightened and filled my palms with gel.
Thick citrus suds flowed as my hands caressed her neck and shoulders.
Boldly, I slipped them around her body, cupping her breasts.
Each hand palming a small, firm breast, my finger trailing over her hard nipples.
Tina yelped as she shuddered in my arms.
“You’re so sensitive,” I murmured in her ear.
“I can cum just from touching them.”
I squeezed her nubs, hearing her breath hiss.
Hugging her to me, I rubbed my mound against her ass, as she had done to me.
Now we were both cooing in pleasure.
“Oh, I so need a shower,” came voices from the corridor.
Reluctantly, we separated, allowing the cool water to rinse us off.
I zipped up my washbag and accepted a towel from Tina.
“Hey, great minds alike, eh?” Becky Lindstrom came charging into the changing area.
We laughed along and wrapped our towels around us before scampering back to my room.
ooOOoo
“Oh, there you are, I was about to come looking for you; I thought maybe you’d drowned,” Myla greeted us as we closed the door.
“It was just so nice in the cool water,” I muttered, grabbing a brush to untangle my hair.
“Tina, do you want a dry towel to wear, or just want to drop that one?” Myla giggled, “Well then, I can lose the robe.”
Tina slipped out of her towel, using it to dry her hair.
“All girls together,” and with that, Myla slipped off her robe.
Gathering the wet towels, I dropped them into the laundry basket and moved to sit on my bed.
Tina hopped up next to me.
For the next couple of hours, the three of us just sat around, chatting, swapping social media posts, and generally having a laugh.
Myla and I were used to being naked around each other, and Tina fitted right in.
Eventually, Tina received a text from Lucy. “Cheeky bitch says I can have my panties back now; Decker has gone.”
ooOOoo
Mid-evening, the heat broke. The sky darkened, and heavy grey clouds started to mass.
Finally, there was a deafening roar of thunder as lightning ripped the sky.
When the rain started, it fell with a raw energy, huge drops that bounced from the tarmac as they landed. Puddles formed on the grass; small rivers started to flow along the gutters.
We sat by the window where we could smell the rain and feel the electricity in the air.
Myla shivered. “I didn’t think I’d ever be cold again,” she said.
I looked down, and we both had severe goose bumps, and our nipples were stiff and rubbery.
I snagged a blanket from my bed and wrapped it around us.
Silence fell as we sat watching the rain and the darkening evening. We didn’t need to speak; over the last couple of months, we had gone from strangers to lifelong friends.
When the wind picked up and started driving the rain across the square and against our building, we quickly pulled the window shut.
My bed was the closest, and as we now often did, we both slipped under the covers, propping ourselves against the headboard.
To snuggle up, skin-to-skin, had become natural. Not sexual, more like sisters. It was comforting and loving.
Yes, on occasion, we’ve lain alongside each other when we’ve masturbated. My first time, Myla had lain stroking my thigh as I got myself off. It was just an act of support as I battled my shyness. A couple of times, Myla has got off in her own bed, but rather than change her wet sheets, we’ve snuggled up together.
“Is there something on your mind? You’ve seemed preoccupied this evening?” Myla really doesn’t miss a trick, and she gets me more than I realise.
With a deep breath, I launched into the saga of my afternoon shower, was it wrong, would it have upset Tina, did it make me a lesbian, yada, yada, yada.
Eventually, I stuttered to a halt, suddenly wondering if my best friend would think less of me.
Myla sat and listened without interrupting. She didn’t laugh at me or mock me; she just sat and listened.
When I was done, she brushed the hair from my face and took my hand in hers, “You haven’t done anything wrong. You and Tina just shared a moment, gave a little pleasure. She obviously enjoyed herself; she sat here another two hours totally naked.”
“I just never thought I would do such a thing,” I whispered.
“Did you enjoy it? Would you do it again?”
“Yes, I possibly would. Does it bother you?” This was my main concern, that Myla would think badly of me.
“Do you remember me mentioning my cousin Ellie, the one who bought me my first vibe, took me for a waxing?”
I nodded.
“Well, she showed me some other stuff too. Taught me how to enjoy the pleasures my body has to offer. Anyway, she and I became very close; we still make time for each other when we can.”
I understood her unspoken words; a weight lifted from my shoulders.
The wind was blowing outside, the rain lashing the windows. I popped off the bedside light, and we snuggled down beneath the blankets.
Myla, my muse and protector, snuggled up against me. I pushed my butt back against her, and her arm wrapped around me. This time, however, her hand cupped my breast, her thumb and finger caressing my nipple.
I felt warm, safe, protected, and above all, loved.
When I awoke, we were still snuggled up, but Myla’s hand had moved to lay across my belly. In fact, her fingers were only just above my mound.
Her hair was against my face, and I could smell her. Myla always had a smell of cinnamon about her; it was like Christmas all year round.
I gently rolled onto my back. Myla made a soft snorting noise and settled back against me. Her hand slipped from my belly to nestle between my thighs, her fingers against my petals.
The first time another person’s hand had touched me there, even if the owner of said hand was oblivious.
Slowly, I slipped my hand between her thighs until it rested against her mound. Her skin was warm, very warm, and beautifully soft and smooth.
Daringly, I inched my fingers forward to touch her pussy lips.
Every time she exhaled, her body would subtly move against my hand; my fingers would rub against her heat.
It felt so good. I mimicked her movement, deepening my own breathing, letting my pussy rub against her fingers as I breathed. To be honest, I just gently flexed my hips in time with my breathing.
My fingers were becoming moist. Myla’s pussy had opened, her natural dew seeping across my fingertips.
I wanted more; I risked a gentle wiggle of my fingers, which were now tight against her lips.
Myla sighed, a deep, sleepy groan, and her leg slipped across mine. Her pussy, so warm and wet, was now fully open and pressed against my thigh.
For a moment, I froze. My mind is racing in panic. I had my best friend, my sister, as I thought of her, naked in my bed. That was nothing new. But to have her cuddled up against me in such an intimate way was new. I had strong desires to touch her pussy, to taste her, to take pleasure from her, and yet I couldn’t hurt her or abuse her trust.
I lay still as I could, slowing my breathing.
Myla sighed, flexed her pussy against my thigh.
I could feel her juices on my skin, oh fuck, what to do?
Then her fingers moved. They were still resting against my entrance, which was now leaking with my own excitement.
I gave an involuntary twitch. Her fingertips parted my lips, sliding into my wetness.
At the same time, her hips moved, a trickle of her juice running across my thigh.
The day Myla and I unpacked, she told me what ‘horny’ meant. At this moment, I fully understood that every cell in my body was afire with desire.
Slowly, I slipped my hand from under the sheets and started to caress my exposed breast; the other one was still mashed against Myla.
Fighting to keep calm, I gently flexed my hips.
Myla’s pussy moved against my thigh; her fingers nudged against my wetness.
Little sparks of fire shot through my body. I bit my lip to remain quiet.
Was this heaven or was this hell? Honestly, it was both.
Myla would surely wake soon. How would I explain this? Would she believe we had wound up this way in our sleep? Could I shut my eyes and fake it?
Anyway, I needed more. I flexed again, felt her slick heat on my thigh, the pressure between my pussy lips.
My heart raced, my breathing deepened, and then Myla moved.
A long-drawn-out sigh, and with that, she raised her head, her deep, dark eyes seeking me out.
Fuck, caught. I braced myself for her anger.
She smiled, her bright white smile, and with python-like grace slid over my hips to straddle me.
My thigh felt cool and wet without her pussy against it.
Now her heat was against my lower belly, so warm and wet.
Her hands were against the pillow, one on either side of my head as she leaned forward.
Myla was blessed with beautiful breasts, and now they were just in front of my face, tipped with those full, nubby nipples, complete with their shiny silver bars.
I realised at that point, I had nipple envy, I wanted that sexy, naughty look.
“I want you,” her words were slow and deliberate, “I’ve been awake awhile, offering myself to you.”
“I didn’t want to take advantage, to risk our friendship, but I so want you too.”
“That’s okay then,” and with that, her head dropped, and her lips covered mine.
We slow-kissed, and time stood still.
When her tongue probed my lips, I let it dance inside my mouth.
I let it meet my tongue, let them dance together.
While we kissed, I took my chance to fondle those breasts I envied. I toyed with the piercings, rejoicing in the sighs and groans of pleasure I could create.
I could smell our combined arousal; not surprising as my juices had been flowing across my thighs for a while, and I could feel Myla’s pooling on my stomach before running off the sides.
I knew from our masturbating that Myla enjoys lots of stimulation of her pussy lips.
I gripped her hips and moved her against my belly.
“OOOGH,” her pleasure was instant.
“Ride me,” I surprised myself by taking control.
Myla was eager; she slipped back and forth, rubbing her sopping pussy against my belly.
Her juices were hot and slick against my skin.
I gently trailed my fingers along her flanks.
Myla was groaning and squealing in pleasure, “Oh, I’m so close.
Amazing amounts of juice now coated my belly.
I gathered some up with my finger and tasted another girl for the first time.
Myla pushed back from my belly and sat over my thigh.
Realising what she needed, I scissored my legs, giving her room to move.
Settling on my thigh, Myla fucked my leg. Just a few hot wet strokes before she spasmed in release. A keening wail emanated from her throat as her body shook, and a gush of hot cum coated my thigh.
With a loud groan, she allowed herself to collapse against me.
Our lips met in a long, firm kiss. It seemed natural for me to smooth her hair and stroke her back as she relaxed against me.
Myla lay awhile in my arms, and gradually her breathing slowed as she came down from the highs of orgasm. I think we were both mentally processing what had just occurred between us.
I, for one, was happy, very happy with a situation that until yesterday I hadn’t considered.
With a giggle, Myla moved to cup my breast, as she had earlier teased my nipple.
“I love your tits,
I had always thought my breasts rather odd, being conical with large, protruding areola and nipples.
“A perfect size and shape for sucking on.” With another giggle, she sucked one of my nubs deep inside her mouth.
As she sucked, her tongue was rasping against my nipple, those little shocks of pleasure firing off through my body, to hit me square in the clit.
“Ooooooooooooh,” I was moaning in delight.
I got louder, much louder as Myla slipped a finger between my lips. Feeling how wet and slick I was, she quickly added another.
My pussy was being filled and stretched; my juices were flowing like never before.
This was the first time I’d had something inside me, other than my own finger or toy.
I loved it, the fullness, the stretch, the waves of pleasure radiating from my core.
I was taking her fingers and bucking back against them, all the time, screaming and moaning in pleasure.
It didn’t take long for my inexperienced body to be overcome and surrender.
Myla curled her fingers; I felt them against my inner walls as I bore down, gripping them.
Torrents of cum, exploded from deep inside of me. I screamed and wailed, as my thighs clamped around Myla’s arm.
Later, Myla said it was one of the most explosive, powerful orgasms she had seen.
Amy Kerr, who roomed next to us, passed us in the corridor later in the day and asked how we were doing. The knowing smirk all over her face confirmed just how loud I had been.
Myla gathered me in her arms, soothing me as I relaxed from my first-ever lesbian orgasm, my first-ever orgasm at another’s hands.
The two of us sat against the headboard, sweaty and cum-coated. My bed was in total disarray; the stained and sodden sheets were screwed into a giant knot. Our room reeked of hot, wet pussy and sweaty female bodies.
Not speaking, we just sat smiling, sated and content.
When I had enough control to move again, I took Myla’s hand, raised it to my face, and slipped her fingers into my mouth, yes, those two fingers that had been deep inside me minutes earlier.
I tenderly licked my tanginess from them, then I turned to kiss my friend. “Thank you,” was all I said.
“You are so very welcome, now, how about I make some coffee before we hit the showers?”
With that, Myla padded naked across the room and reached for the coffee pot.
ooOOoo
There was no big change in our lives or our relationship, no need for deep or meaningful discussions. We were closer, we were friends, sisters, lovers. It was understood that we were there for each other and always would be.
In the days that followed, college continued, and we still hung out naked, although with the cooling weather, oversized tees and baggy socks were added to our wardrobe.
We now thought nothing of lying naked, pleasuring ourselves. Sometimes we would masturbate at the same time, maybe separately. Sometimes the other would help out, sometimes we made love.
Inhibitions were banished, passions were high. One weekend, Myla went home to visit cousin Ellie. They sent me pictures of themselves, glowing and alive with pleasure. Ellie, a tall, willowy blonde with generous breasts, was to die for. We made plans for a weekend break together.
What of Tina? I know you’re wondering. Well, it was a midweek evening, and I was finishing off a study paper when Myla returned from the gym.
“Hi Hun,” she wandered into our room, dropping her kitbag and hugging me.
Tina followed in behind; it seemed natural for her to hug me, too.
“I found Tina in the cafeteria, on like her fiftieth coffee,
“It was my second,” Tina giggled.
“Anyway, Lucy seems to be on a marathon cumfest, and I suggested Tina spend the night with us.”
The three of us had become good friends since our evening together. Lucy had a ribald sense of humour and regularly regaled us with tales of her roomie’s sexploits.
Plans agreed, Tina sent a WhatsApp to Lucy, telling her to enjoy herself and she’d see her in the morning.
A couple of minutes later, Lucy messaged back. A pic of her gripping two large cocks and streaks of cum on her face.
“She has no filter, no fucking filter,” Tina feigned annoyance. “God can that girl cum, and her father is a pastor. Guess that’s how she learned to kneel.”
I fetched some beers from our fridge; not legal, but nobody would know.
We had pushed our two beds together as we spent so much time lying together. Our desks were paired at the other end.
All three of us hopped on and sat against the wall.
Sipping our drinks, we indulged in some lewd speculation of Lucy’s current position.
Tina could mimic her voice and treated us to some wicked lines.
All the talk of Lucy fucking had made me horny, and by the way Myla and Tina were fidgeting and periodically slipping a hand between their thighs, I’d guess they were too.
So, beers finished, I gathered the bottles for recycling off campus and turned to the others.
“Ready to call it a day?
Tina giggled, “I guess it’s that time, but I’m so horny right now I doubt I’ll sleep.”
“Still picturing Lucy getting roasted, eh?” Myla, subtle as ever
“I’m not wired her way, but she does get me wanting.” Tina was openly stroking through her leggings.
“Well, when Jana and I need a cum, we go for it, you’re welcome to join in, and I believe you two have some unfinished business.” I felt my pussy leak at Myla’s invitation.
“Now that’s downright hospitable of you.” Tina had adopted a strong southern drawl.
Myla stood and tugged her hoodie off, then, stooping, she removed her socks before slipping off her leggings. Standing before us in a matching red sports bra and panties, she paused, “Well, what are you waiting for?” and with that set her beautiful breasts free, quickly followed by her pussy.
I can recognise how aroused Myla is by how swollen her pussy lips are, and she was ready to play.
Not to be outdone, Tina slipped from the bed and quickly stripped off her sweats. As seemed normal for her, she was braless, her little mounds naturally pert, topped off by her pale nipples.
I recognised the skimpy pink floss between her thighs, the thong from her door handle.
It had stuck to her lips, turned sheer by her juices; she had a fine camel toe on show, yes, another phrase from Myla.
Having been home all evening, I was only wearing an oversized tee and slouch socks; they quickly joined the pile of clothes on the floor.
The three of us all took a step forward, hugged, and kissed. A nice little ice breaker.
Myla then stepped back, slipping an arm around Tina and me, urging us forward.
Myla’s hand was still on my ass cheeks as Tina and I locked lips.
Soon, it dropped away to be replaced by Tina’s tiny hand; she seemed to have a thing for my ass. I had a thing for her little breasts.
For a while, we stood swapping spit and fondling each other.
Gentle touches triggering moans and groans of pleasure.
From the corner of my eye, I could see Myla, lying on the bed, massaging her now squishy pussy.
Tina slipped a finger between my folds and steered me to the bed.
My head rested on Myla’s pussy; her scent filled my senses.
Tina kneeled beside me, vigorously fingering my pussy.
She had an amazing touch, soft, firm, stretching, and squeezing. My nerve endings were alight with pleasure.
I watched Myla extract her gooey fingers from deep inside herself. She painted Tina’s breasts with her cum.
Tina started to coo with pleasure, as she struggled to keep her rhythm in my slit.
She clearly needed help. I gripped her wrist, holding her hand in place, and started to fuck her fingers.
I got really loud. I recognise now that I’m a screamer; I hold nothing back.
Reading my body, Myla waited until I was on the brink of a huge orgasm before sucking Tina’s tit into her mouth.
In seconds, my orgasm hit, and I could feel myself coating Tina’s hand.
Tina spasmed in Myla’s arms, and constant gasping groans escaped her mouth as her body shook with pleasure.
Tina’s hands were gripping Myla’s hair, holding her mouth against her sensitive flesh.
Still shaky from my own huge orgasm, I released Tina’s hand and freed her fingers from my pussy. A huge gush of cum trailed across my thigh.
Tina was still rocking in Myla’s arms, her squeals of pleasure getting even louder.
Myla had slipped a finger deep inside of her, pleasuring her pussy as she devoured her breast.
I kneeled and took stock. My pussy was throbbing from the huge cum I’d just enjoyed, and my thighs were coated in my juices.
Our friend Tina was naked on our bed, her body glistening with a mix of sweat and girl juice, as she rode one cum after another on Myla’s fingers.
The air was soaked with the scent of pussy, hot, wet, spicy pussy.
My roomie, my friend, “my sister,” Myla had yet to cum.
Quickly, I moved across the bed, pushing Myla’s knees apart. I pushed my face against her wet slit.
Her hips bucked as she rubbed herself against my face.
My tongue slipped into her wet flesh, so hot and tangy. A flavour I had grown to love.
I forced my tongue deep inside her slick depths. Her muffled squeals drove me on as she tried to fuck my face.
Her swollen lips were painting my face.
The depth of my love for this beautiful, warm-hearted woman who had shown me so much was immeasurable.
I popped my index finger into my pussy and worked it back and forth.
“Ooooh,” a wonderful little cum released another torrent of juice. I had no idea I could get so wet.
I eyed my finger; it glistened, thick strands of frothy cum coated it, perfect.
I redoubled my efforts on Myla’s pussy, combining suction on her lips and clit.
Her whole body started to quake.
That slick, gooey finger pushed straight through her pucker and inside of her ass.
We’d only done this a couple of times; it was Myla’s dark secret.
The effect was instantaneous.
Her pussy rammed against my face. Her legs straightened and locked.
Her screams must have alerted the entire residence.
Her cum, so hot, slick, and tangy, sprayed my face and hair.
Ever so slowly, her muscles relaxed, her legs flexed, and she sank back down against the mattress. Her screams faded to incoherent mumbles.
I moved from her thighs and looked across to Tina.
She was finger-combing Myla’s dark hair, muttering soothing cooing noises.
Her grin when her eyes met mine was infectious, “That was amazing, so beautiful.”
I walked on my knees across the bed and gently kissed her on the lips.
“I think you’re beautiful too,” I raised my hand to wipe a smear of cum from her eyebrow.
Don’t ask me who’s cum it was, by now we’d turned the bed into a giant girl-juice smoothie.
“I can see how close you and Myla are, but I hope we can do this again.” Tina looked a little anxious.
“Myla and I have room for others in our lives, so you can bet on it.”
I kissed her again, long and slow.
We lay on either side of the sleeping Myla.
I tugged the rather wet sheet up and over us.
Our heads rested on Myla’s breasts; our fingers entwined over her pussy.
We let sleep carry us away.
