thedeep
05-27-2005, 05:30 PM
DROWNING IN LUST
by Serene Cherry
serenecherry@hotmail.com
This story contains details of explicit sexuality between females
With the Spring term just around the corner, I found myself standing in
front of the main campus bulletin board, in search of a suitable place to
stay. It was my Sophomore year at university, and the thought of spending
another day at home with my parents wasn't exactly what I had in mind.
However, after spending nearly an hour perusing the wall, I hadn't struck
gold quite yet.
Just before I decided to give up, I eyed a small sheet pinned on the
board with the following caption:
Single White Female seeks Female roommate for semester
preferably hot, or at least brainy, but I'll settle
No bitchiness either. You know the drill.
call 555-3825
Normally such an ad would probably be the last one I would even bother
considering, but the address was near the campus and I knew the
neighborhood well. Even still, I was having a hard time analyzing the
actual content of the ad.
"Whatever," I thought to myself. "Probably her idea of a joke to scare
away bad roommates."
With that in mind, I pulled out my cell and dialed the number. After
about ten rings I let out a sigh and hung up.
"Dammit, the only worthwhile place to stay this term and there's no one
home."
Then, just as I finished my sentence, my phone rang in my hand,
startling me back to attention.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Who are you?" said the voice on the other end.
"Excuse me?"
"Who am I talking to, nimrod?"
The voice was more than a little sarcastic, almost exactly like the
content of the ad. A flashbulb went off in my head.
"Lexa," I replied.
"What?" came the voice again.
"Lexa, my name is Lexa."
"Okay, okay, calm down. What can I do for you, Lexa?"
I raised the ad up in front of my face, peering at the print more
closely with my eyes.
"I'm inquiring about your roommate ad for this semester. Have you found
anyone yet?"
There was a pause on the other end, followed by a few shuffling sounds.
"Do you like to go clubbing, Lexa?" the voice asked.
I paused myself for a moment.
"Not really," I replied, honestly.
"Me neither, I hate it," she smirked.
"Umm, the roommate thing?" I asked, trying to get back to the real
topic.
"Oh ya, okay you got it. Drop by this afternoon and I'll help you
unpack."
Her abrupt answer caught me off guard.
"Okay... that's it?"
"Well, ya, what did you expect? Having to fight with the other
applicants to the death?"
"Never mind," I answered. "So what time should I meet you."
"Try after two, I should be back by then."
"Okay. Umm, I didn't get your name."
"You're right, you didn't," she said, non chalantly.
"What is your name, may I ask?"
"I don't give out personal information over the phone."
"But you don't mind posting your phone number on a public bulletin
board?"
"You have a problem with that?" she asked.
I shook my head, smirking inwardly.
"No, it's fine. I'll see you at two then."
"See ya, Lexa," she replied, before quickly hanging up on her end.
I looked at my phone for a few more seconds, before placing it back in
my pocket.
"This should be interesting," I said to myself.
...
By the time 2pm rolled around, I was already sitting out front of the
apartment complex in my car, gazing at the building with suspicious eyes.
Slowly, I got out of my car and walked up to the front door. I peered at
the buzzer list, stopping on the ad's number, 369. Strangely enough, it
was the only listing on the whole board with the tenant's first name
scratched out. I pressed the button, swallowing the anxiety I had built up
throughout the course of the afternoon. I didn't have to wait long before
the speaker came to life.
"You're early, squirt," came a loud, distorted voice.
"Pardon?" I asked, confused.
"Oops, shit... Who is this?"
"It's Lexa. Umm, your new roommate?"
"Oh ya, right. Come on up."
The door buzzed and I pulled it open, leaving my car parked out front.
As I made my way into the elevator and up to the third floor, I found
myself fidgeting madly with my keys, trying to hide my nervousness. I
pulled out the ad from the bulletin board just as I reached the door for
suite 369. Before I had a chance to knock, the door swung open, revealing
the figure of the sarcastic voice I had been conversing with over the
phone.
"Hi," I said, trying my best not to stutter. "I'm Lexa."
She was wearing a wrinkled black tank top with pink trim and a pair of
blue jeans. Her hair was short and blonde with dark brown tips, which
matched her dark eyes. She had a pair of headphones around her neck that
were playing a very fast, noisy tune. Her expression quickly changed from
an almost angry glare to a sarcastic grin.
"Holy shit," she said, without skipping a beat.
"What?" I asked, looking over my shoulder and back at her, confused.
She seemed to be eyeing me very intently.
"Nothing, nothing. I'm Jordan, Lexa. Come right in I'll give ya the
grand tour."
Her eyes seemed to pass over my frame as I walked past her and into the
apartment. From the looks of her attire I half expected the place to be a
mess but thankfully it seemed fine. The living room had two couches and a
TV, and across from it was a dining room table next to the kitchen. The
windows looked out over the neighborhood and the afternoon sun was spilling
into the room from outside.
"This is nice," I said, looking around and turning the first corner.
Jordan raised both arms and spun around slowly, as if to show off the
place.
"Isn't it? It had better be for the rent I pay. But I guess I can
thank you now for taking half of that bullet for me."
"Right."
She walked into the living room, pointing with one hand while the other
raised her headphones back to her ears.
"TV's there, and the bathroom is over there. Cheers."
Then, with her headphones back on her head, she plunked down onto one of
the couches as if I had just disappeared altogether. I gave an odd look,
turning around and noticing that the front door was still open. I reached
over and closed it, turning back to Jordan as she buried her head in a
magazine.
"Umm... I'll go down and get my stuff I guess."
...
A few hours later, as I was standing in what was supposed to be my new
bedroom, I heard a knock on the door. I looked up from the clutter of
boxes to see Jordan standing at the door, holding a towel.
"I'm gonna have a shower now," she said, in her usual matter-of-fact
tone.
I looked at my watch.
"At 4:15 in the afternoon?"
Jordan grabbed the door frame and dragged herself back in front of it,
glaring slightly.
"You got a problem with that?"
"Oh, no... I mean, of course not," I said, stumbling over my words.
"Good," she remarked, turning away from the door and throwing her towel
over her shoulder.
I stood up, still holding the contents of one of my boxes until I heard
the first sound of a showerhead from across the hallway. Shrugging off the
little exchange, I went back to work unpacking.
After a few minutes, the faint sound of rushing water stopped and the
bathroom door opened. I kept my back turned to the door as the sound of
footsteps approached.
"Need any help?" Jordan asked, this time not sarcastically.
I turned around to see her standing with a partially wet towel wrapped
around her torso and dripping wet hair. The initial sight caught me off
guard and I couldn't help but turn red.
"Uhh, no I think I should be fine, Jordan, thanks..."
"Jord is fine, and yes you do need help," she said, cutting me off in
mid-sentence.
"I do?"
"Yes, you do. I hate all of that social bullshit that goes around with
asking for help. Someone asks to help to be nice, but the person declines
to be nice back, and the other person insists and blah, blah, so on and so
forth. Let's skip that and get down to business, kay?"
"Okay..." I said, a little confused.
Jordan approached me and leaned over to pick up a pile of my clothes
from a box. The fresh smell of her skin and hair filled my nostrils and
her close proximity gave me goosebumps under my clothes. I tried to hide
it but Jordan's eyes seemed to fixate on my expression the whole time.
Still, without even acting like it happened, she stood back to full height
and peered at the clothes in her hands.
"Nice," she said, commenting on one of my tops. "Can I wear this one
sometime?"
"Umm, sure," I replied, still a little nervous.
"Where would you like it?"
"The closet is blocked off right now, but I guess we can just move to
the bed, I mean you can... move it to the bed."
"Right," she said, smirking.
Jordan turned and walked over to the bed, setting out the pile of
clothes with her back turned. I found myself staring at her legs instead
of sorting the junk still in my hands.
"So what are you studying, Jordan. At university, I mean."
"The usual business crap," she uttered, still bent over. "I could care
less, really."
"Oh, wow," I answered, under my breath. I decided that changing the
subject would probably be the best choice of action. "I like your hair, by
the way. I've thought of changing mine to something like that."
Jordan turned back to face me once more.
"I hate it. It makes me think I've lost a bet or something every time I
look in the mirror."
"Well, I think it looks nice," I answered, trying to remain positive.
Jordan reached up with her hands and slicked her hair back.
"You don't look half bad yourself, Lexa."
She walked back over to me, stopping a little closer than normal.
"Girlfriend?" she asked.
"What?"
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked, this time more directly.
"No..." I replied, nervously. "I don't."
"Have you ever had one?"
"I'm not sure I understand your definition of girlfriend," I said,
feeling my stomach twisting with apprehension.
Jordan smirked, putting her hands back on her hips.
"Okay, I'll make this one simple for ya," she began, looking up at the
ceiling for a moment. "Are you into girls, Lexa?"
I paused for a moment, speechless.
"Well, I... I mean..."
"A simple yes or no will do," she said, interrupting.
"I'm not quite sure," I said, not really ready to give a real answer.
"So you don't know yet?"
"Well, I guess."
"Would you like to find out?" she asked, still smirking.
"How, exactly?"
"Don't worry, it's actually quite simple. Would you like to take the
test?"
My heart was pounding madly inside my chest, and I wasn't sure whether
it was out of fear or excitement. I almost didn't answer, but finally
found the words.
"What's the test?"
Jordan tilted her head slightly.
"Well, I'm going to kiss you very intimately, and all you have to tell
me is whether you like it or not. Easy."
"On the lips?" I asked.
"Well, since it's you, we'll start out slow just to make sure."
I stood perfectly still, practically shaking on the spot as Jordan
narrowed her eyes and took a step forward until our faces were less than a
few inches apart. We were about the same height, though I seemed to stand
about a half-inch taller. Jordan's chest pressed lightly against mine as
she slowly looked up and down my face with her eyes.
I could feel my heart still pounding, and I knew she could feel it too
now that we were so close. My body's reaction seemed to add to her
confident grin as she lowered her lips to my neck. I felt her warm breath
against my skin, and then finally the soft touch of her lips against the
side of my neck, just by my shoulder. I nearly collapsed on the spot from
the mere touch as a shock of something... lightning, coursed through my
body beginning at the very point of contact.
I gasped softly, as I felt a second light kiss slightly higher on my
neck. My arms trembled as I kept them locked at my sides, unable to move.
I felt the heat from Jordan's wet body, and a similar wave of heat coursed
through my veins, followed immediately by a nervous cold. Jordan withdrew
from my neck and returned on the opposite side, kissing my trembling skin a
third time. I felt her wet hair against my cheek and the soft whisper of
her breath near my ear. I held my eyes closed tight, still in shock over
the sensations my body was experiencing over such a small act. Just as I
thought I was about to fall over, Jordan raised her head back up and took a
step backwards, still maintaining a close proximity.
"Well," she began, in a slightly softer voice, "did you like it?"
I staggered on the spot, finding my footing as I stumbled over my
response.
"I... I..."
"You're right. I find that it's a little tough to form an opinion using
the neck. Let's try something a little more... direct."
Jordan drew her face closer to mine once more, pressing her nose against
mine softly for a moment before I felt our lips meet with a light kiss. It
only lasted for a moment before she slowly withdrew, but she quickly
followed with a second, and a third, each time shifting her head slightly
as I stood paralyzed. It was something I'd never experienced before. I
was being kissed the way I would kiss another person, myself.
I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end as I just stood and
let Jordan kiss me, slowly and softly with each meeting of our lips. My
arms trembled at my sides, and I raised them up and let them rest on
Jordan's hips as she did the same. I began to lose track of how long we
remained in our embrace, until she finally stepped back and took a long,
deep breath.
"Now what do you think?" she asked, softly.
"I... I think..."
Before I could finish, our moment was interrupted by the sound of a loud
buzzing coming from the living room. Jordan cringed and hesitantly began
to turn away.
"Great," she said, annoyed. "Of course she had to show up now."
I shook my head, taking a moment to come back into reality.
"Who?" I asked.
"My idiot of a friend. I thought she wasn't coming but I guess I was
wrong."
Jordan stomped into the living room and over to the door just as I made
my way to the door of my bedroom and peeked out to see her hit the button
on the intercom.
"Perfect timing, squirt," she said, groaning. Without giving the guest
a chance to answer she hit the button to buzz her up and turned away from
the door, stomping back towards me. "Do me a favor and let her in, will
ya? I'll be a minute."
"Okay," I said quietly , as Jordan passed by me and slammed her bedroom
door shut behind her.
Still standing inside my bedroom I turned towards the front door just as
a series of loud knocks began sounding from the other side. They continued
as I walked across the apartment and didn't cease until I finished
unlocking and opening the door. There, with her arm still outstretched for
knocking stood Jordan's supposed friend.
"Whoops, oh my god, I'm so sorry, I think I must have the wrong
apartment. Do you know where Jordan moved to? Oh my god, I can't believe
she didn't tell me, I can't believe this."
"No, it's okay, Jordan is here. I'm her new roommate is all."
"Oh," she uttered, quickly recovering her composure. "Well, I'm
Jordan's friend Abigail, but Jordan calls me Abi, or at least I'd like her
to but she usually calls me by some childish insult or something."
"Right," I added, with one eyebrow raised. "I'm Lexa. I guess you want
to come in?"
She was already past me and inside the apartment before I even spoke.
At first glance, Abi was practically the opposite of Jordan. She also had
short blonde hair, but it was slightly darker and tied back behind her
head. Her eyes were a very bright green and seemed to glow with a very
vibrant life. On that same token though, she seemed to be a bit of a klutz
on her feet while still appearing very wiry and energetic. She walked
nearly as fast as she talked, and stumbled over her words a lot. Again,
nothing like Jordan.
Dragging her sandals across the ground, Abi walked into the apartment
without lifting her feet from the floor once. Then, as if it was her own
place she threw her jacket onto the kitchen table and stumbled over to the
window. I turned and closed the door, and immediately Abi seemed to
remember I was in the room and walked right back towards me, stopping right
in my face.
"So where's Jordan, she is here, I heard her voice on the intercom when
I came up."
"She's in her..."
"Her bedroom, right? Either that or the bathroom but I saw the bathroom
door wasn't closed when I threw my coat onto the table so that pretty much
only leaves the bedroom."
I grabbed my forehead, feeling a bit of a headache coming on.
"I think I need to sit down."
Making my way over to the couch, Abi followed right behind and slumped
down onto an adjacent chair at the exact same time I sat down. She held
her hands in her lap and looked back and forth across the apartment with a
near manic energy.
"Do you like it here, Lexa?" Abi asked, finally looking over at me.
I didn't answer at first, as I waited for another three or four
sentences to quickly follow in Abi's single breath. Finally I looked up
and smiled.
"Well, it's only been about three hours, but it's definitely been..."
"I used to date Jordan, you know, before she moved here, but we're still
best friends now."
"Really?" I said, surprised.
"Oh ya, we dated for eight months and one fort night, but we're still
really close and we talk all the time now which I'm glad for. I've always
hated ending relationships on a bad note so we agreed to stay friends and
still see each other, and it's never gotten weird or anything which you
would think it would but I guess we were lucky, don't you think?"
I shook my head.
"I'm sorry... did you just ask me a question?"
Before Abi could start up another speech, Jordan stepped into the living
room, dressed in the same top that only minutes ago she had pulled from my
boxes and commented on. Her hair was still wet as she looked over at Abi
and then back at me.
"I see you've met little miss exuberant."
Abi stuck out her tongue as Jordan made her way to the kitchen and
opened the refrigerator, pulling out a can of soda.
"Nice top," I commented.
Jordan smirked and flashed me a quick wink.
"I told you," she grinned.
"So, you two used to date?"
"Unbelievable, isn't it?"
Abi picked up a pillow from the couch and threw it at Jordan, who
knocked it aside without even looking.
"She's just jealous that she's never had anyone better than me since,"
Abi grumbled.
"She's got me there, I guess, " Jordan said, as she sat down on the
couch beside me. She took a sip from her soda and flashed me her seductive
smile. "But I'm working on that."
"So, Lexa," Abi began, "are you, umm, like you know..."
Jordan grinned and turned towards me, throwing her legs up on the couch
and resting her soda on her knee.
"Yes, Lexa, we're all friends here. What is your sexual orientation?"
Abi leaned forward until she was practically off her seat and standing
hunched over. Jordan narrowed her eyes and grinned, waiting for me to give
an answer that would finally satisfy her.
"Well, I suppose I'm always up for a little experimentation. We are in
college after all."
Jordan nodded, raising her soda as if to make a toast.
"My sentiments exactly."
...
A couple hours later, after sitting through a practically one-sided
conversation between Abigail and Jordan, Abi took off, leaving me alone
with Jordan for a second time.
The windows were still open, and a cool evening breeze rushed in as I
sat on the couch, still beside Jordan who held a magazine in front of her
once again. I raised my arms and stretched out my shoulders, feeling the
strain from all of my packing and subsequent unpacking over the course of
the afternoon. Jordan lowered her magazine and gazed up at me.
"Tired already?" she asked.
"Just sore," I sighed.
"I'll bet I can help."
"Oh really?" I said.
"Yes, really," she replied, "now lie down on your stomach."
I smirked.
"Demanding, aren't we?"
"I'm not a fan of pointless banter. That and I could use a brush up on
my massage skills. Now turn over and lie down here."
Jordan got up off the couch and let me lie down on the length of it. I
raised my arms near my head and rested my chin on my wrists.
"Is that why you and Abigail split?" I asked.
"What?"
"Pointless banter," I added. "You must admit she is a little more
talkative than most."
"She's got a mouth on her, I'll say that much. But when it's being used
in the right way, it's not so bad."
A look of confusion crossed my face for an instant as I tried to
decipher what exactly she meant by that last comment. I glanced up to see
Jordan smile one last time before she lowered herself to her knees next to
the couch. I held my breath for a moment, listening and waiting as the
cool air continued to flow through the room. Then, as I let out my held
breath, I felt Jordan's first touch as she rested her hands on my
shoulders, gently squeezing the muscles near my shoulders.
Her touch was almost euphoric, sending tingles down my spine as I found
myself tingling with her every touch. Her soft caress began to loosen the
tension of my muscles, pushing the aches and pains I had built up from the
day's work down to my feet and out of my body. After only a few seconds
into the massage, my eyelids became heavy and I nearly fell asleep on the
spot, roused again only by Jordan's movement lower down my back. As her
hands slid below my shoulder blades and across the strap of my bra from
beneath my shirt, I cringed for a moment, feeling the first sparks of
arousal ignite between my legs. I let out a long, soft moan without
realizing it.
"You're good at this," I whispered, feeling a surge of warmth run
between my legs.
"I know that," she replied.
"So, what happened between you and Abi?" I asked, trying to think of a
conversation starter.
"Forget about her, right now. This is between the two of us."
Jordan's hands moved to the base of my top, untucking it from my jeans
and sliding it up my back until my bare back was exposed.
"Wait," I said, lifting my head slowly.
Jordan stopped, tilting her head over and looking into my eyes.
"Something wrong, Lexa?"
We stared at each other for a long moment, and the apprehension that I
felt seemed to melt away.
"No, it just seems like my top is in the way," I said, looking at her
hands and back into her eyes.
"Would you like to take it off?" she asked.
"Okay..." I whispered, lowering my head back onto the back of my hands.
Jordan reached for my top again and began pulling it off. I raised my
arms and head, letting it slip off and float to the ground beside her
knees. From there, Jordan got up from her spot and looked down at me.
"I think I need to reposition, if you don't mind."
"Not at all," I said, in the same tone of voice.
Jordan and I both grinned for a moment as she leaned onto the couch and
sat on top of me just below my back. She spread her legs on either side of
me and lowered herself closer to begin her massage once more. The warmth
of her hands on my bare skin sent sparks up and down my lower back all the
way down to my toes. I felt my muscles melt with pleasure as she ran her
fingertips lightly over my back with each squeeze, repositioning in the
perfect spot each and every time.
"Do you remember our little kissing session this afternoon?" Jordan
asked.
"How could I forget?" I replied, no longer holding my emotions back.
Jordan let out a faint giggle.
"Now that's better," she said, grinning, "you're finally starting to
loosen up. You seemed so tense this afternoon."
"Maybe I've finally seen the light," I said, softly.
Jordan reached her hands back up my back and unfastened my bra.
"Not yet," she whispered, lowering her head towards my ear. "but I'll
make sure you get there."
Her words set off a fire between my legs as I felt her lips embrace my
neck once more, this time from behind. I clenched my fists as I felt her
light kisses change into the long stroke of her tongue down the back of my
neck.
"Oh... fuck," I let out, under my breath.
Jordan raised herself back up, placing one hand on my back for support.
"Such language, Lexa. And here I thought you were the very symbol of
politeness."
With Jordan still lying on top of me, I quickly shifted underneath her
until I was lying on my back looking up at her. Jordan reached down and
moved my bra straps down my shoulders, one by one until my bra was merely
resting on my chest. My heart raced as I watched Jordan lower herself and
plant a kiss on my neck again. Then, lowering her face down my chest she
took a hold of my bra with her teeth and lifted it off completely. Tossing
it aside along with my top, Jordan smiled as she enjoyed her first glimpse
of my bare breasts. Playfully, I covered up with my hands, denying her the
view for a moment.
"Were you thinking about this when you first saw me?"
"Every second," she smiled.
Jordan allowed herself to slide off the couch and onto her knees on the
carpet. She reached over and pulled my legs toward her with a swift
motion, stopping with her hands at the waist of my jeans. Our eyes met
with a lustful stare, as she sat with her head between my legs, inches away
from what was now a fire between my legs, building with every moment.
"You want to fuck me?" I asked.
"Until you're begging for more, Lexa."
Lowering her gaze to my stomach, Jordan carefully unbuttoned my jeans
with her fingers, as I let my legs writhe around her. I held my breasts in
my hands, cupping them gently and feeling the warmth of my skin, and the
excitement of her touch. My lips trembled with a nervous ecstasy, as I
felt Jordan slide my jeans down my thighs, dropping them at my ankles. She
brought her lips to my leg and planted a soft kiss on my skin. The mere
touch of her so close to my pussy sent shockwaves through my body and I let
out a quiet moan.
"Oh god, I've never felt like this..."
Jordan smiled, kissing my thigh again, each time coming closer to my
panties, which were now wet with my flowing nectar. She let her tongue
meet the lips of my pussy through my panties, tasting me for the first
time. I nearly passed out from the sensation, as I clenched my muscles and
let out a heavy sigh. Jordan withdrew and licked her lips with a lustful
grin.
"Wet already? We're just getting started."
Sitting up slowly, I lowered my head and smiled as Jordan lightly kissed
my stomach, then higher until she was right below my breasts. She left one
of her hands between my legs, gently holding her fingers in a cupping
motion over my pussy. I could feel the warmth of her hand, and the
slippery motion of her fingers, which were now covered in my juices. My
limbs trembled, as I moaned and smiled and savored the sensations which
Jordan seemed to bring to my body so effortlessly. Without thinking, I
reached down and pulled my top straight off Jordan's body and tossed it
aside, revealing her perfect breasts to me. Without stopping, Jordan
brought my nipple into her mouth and let her tongue dance on my delicate
skin. I grabbed the back of her hair with one of my hands, gasping loudly
as a small wave of pleasure washed over me, unexpectedly.
"Oh fuck..."
Jordan flicked her tongue against my nipple, and pressed her palm hard
against my mound as I stared up at the ceiling and lost myself in the
delicious motions of our lust. She ran her tongue down my stomach, and
pulled back, finally reaching for my panties with both hands. With a
quick, fierce pull Jordan practically ripped my underwear off, grabbing my
wrinkled up pants along with my panties and pushing them aside. She then
began kissing my thighs again, as I giggled and quivered from the light
embrace. My head was spinning, and my cunt was drooling as Jordan took a
firm hold of my hips and pulled me closer to her face. I felt her hot,
excited breath against my lips as her tongue flirted with my inner thigh. I
reached down with both hands and gripped the couch tightly, holding my
breath in long pauses and each time letting out a loud gasp of bliss.
"You're so beautiful, Lexa," Jordan whispered, barely audible above my
moaning.
"Oh god, Jordan, don't stop..."
Obeying my wishes, Jordan returned her mouth to the bare, moist lips of
my pussy. I very nearly screamed out loud as she lapped up my juices and
ran her tongue back and forth across my clit with an expert's confidence. I
wrapped my arms around myself, and felt my heart fluttering against my arms
and the wet skin of my breasts which were still covered in Jordan's saliva.
She licked up and down against my cunt, kissing and prodding and tasting me
without even stopping to breathe. After nearly twenty seconds she pulled
out and giggled seductively, planting another series of kisses on my
pulsing cunt. I tensed every muscle in my body and pointed my toes as I
felt the first orgasm building deep within my walls, and I looked down to
see Jordan licking me just slow enough to prolong its arrival.
"Ohhhhh fuck, Jordan I'm close!"
Before long all I could hear were the sucking sounds of Jordan's mouth
between my legs as she drove me insane with pleasure. I yelled out,
without realizing or caring what I said, and I fell into the trap she had
laid so perfectly from the moment we met. My back arched, and my breath
shortened, and one final pass of Jordan's tongue inside me was more than
enough to send me over the edge. I closed my eyes and called out her name
as an explosion of ecstasy coursed through my body. I drove my pussy hard
into Jordan's face as I covered her lips and tongue in my girl cum, bucking
my hips madly with each few seconds. I melted forward and fell into her
arms, nearly blacking out from the sensation of being brought to orgasm by
another girl for the first time. It was the most amazing feeling in my
life.
Jordan smiled, holding me in her arms on the floor, breathing hard but
not even tired yet. I felt my cunt aching between my legs from the sheer
force of my climax, and I felt our hearts beating as our glowing bodies
pressed together tightly. Jordan kissed my forehead, over and over until I
found the strength to lift my head and our lips met once more. I tasted
myself on her lips, on her tongue. I tasted our lust and I loved it. I
was completely drained, and all I could think of was when she could make me
feel that way again. Then, for a moment we just stared at each other,
trembling in each others' arms as our noses touched. We both inhaled and
exhaled as if we had just run a marathon, and our bodies had become slick
with heat and sweat. I felt my pussy still drenched, pressing up against
Jordan's now soaked pants which hadn't even come off yet. She didn't seem
to care. My pleasure seemed more than enough for her.
Finally, Jordan was able to slow her breathing as she still pressed her
nose to mine. Our eyes met.
"Well, how was it?" she asked, softly.
I felt my head spinning, and my body burning from the heat of the
moment. Just before I totally collapsed into her arms, I was able to
respond.
"It was... nice."
...
A few hours later, I opened my eyes to find myself lying back on the
couch, still naked and covered in a white sheet. Jordan was in a chair
across from me, holding a toy pipe that blew bubbles. She was listening to
music again, and was wearing my top just as before. After a few seconds,
she looked over at me and realized I had regained consciousness.
"Hello there, sleepy head. Back in this world I see."
I reached between my legs underneath the sheets, and felt my pussy. I
was still wet.
"Do you always make girls pass out the first time?" I asked.
Jordan grinned, blowing a few more bubbles.
"Well, I haven't been with as many as you'd think. But, I'd say you're
officially the first."
"I'm flattered," I smiled.
"Was it educational for you?" Jordan asked.
"I'd say so..."
"But?" she asked.
"But, I'm not quite sure. I may need you to try it again just in case.
Or maybe I could try you this time."
"Still horny as ever," Jordan giggled, blowing a few more bubbles my
way. "I like that."
"I like you," I replied, in a seductive tone.
Jordan smiled and pulled off her headphones, sitting back up from her
slouching position.
"Well, before we start tearing each others' clothes off, I thought you
should know that Abi is coming over."
My eyes widened.
"What, you mean right now? Oh shit!"
Frantically, I jumped up from the couch and scrambled across the room,
picking up my clothes as fast as I could.
"Don't worry, Lexa. We just talked over the phone a few minutes ago.
It'll take her at least 20 minutes to get over here from her place."
"Didn't she just leave a few hours ago?"
"She had evening classes. She always visits twice on weekends and it is
Friday, you know."
I slipped my last leg into my pants and pulled them back on.
"So you were going to let her waltz in here and see me naked and passed
out on the floor?"
Jordan smiled her sly smile.
"Of course not. Although, I think you'd have to be crazy to object to
the sight of your body."
I blushed slightly, still trying to look annoyed.
"Just because you got to have your way with me doesn't mean everyone
you're acquainted with automatically gets to see me naked."
"Aww, you're no fun," she grinned. "Suit yourself though."
Jordan returned to her bubble blower as I got threw my clothes back on
and sat down, dusting myself off and trying to put back on a look of
composure after having another girl fuck me for the first time. I wasn't
exactly able to hide it.
A few minutes later, the buzzer rang and Jordan looked up from her
magazine.
"Get that, would you, Lexa?"
I gave Jordan a mean look as I got up from the couch, which I instantly
noticed was farther from the door than she was, and walked over to the
intercom.
"Hello?" I asked, pressing the button down.
"It's Abigail, of course, would you like to let me up now because it's
chilly out here and..."
I didn't wait for her to finish before I hit the button and cut off the
conversation. I opened the lock on the door and opened it a crack, turning
and walking into the kitchen.
"You have anything to drink, Jord?"
"What do ya like?" she replied, "I've got soda, juice, spring water...
the hard liquor's in the cabinet."
"What does Abi usually have?"
Before Jordan could speak, a different voice gave the answer.
"Spring water, please, it's all I drink or at least all I try to drink
but sometimes I do end up drinking other things, but I like water."
I turned to see Abi standing at the door, smiling politely and poking
her head in through the crack. I gestured for her to come all the way in
and she slowly pushed open the door and stepped inside.
"Water it is," I said, pulling a large bottle of spring water from the
refrigerator. "And you, Jord?"
"You think I could get a screwdriver by any chance?" she called from
across the room.
"Umm..."
I looked over at Abi, who was still standing at the door. She smiled
and began mouthing something to me without speaking. Vodka, orange, juice.
She gave me a thumbs up and turned back in Jordan's direction.
"So, what have you two been up to while I was gone, anything fun cuz' my
class was stupid and boring, hmm?"
"Maybe you should be asking Lexa that question, squirt."
I walked back into the room with a small tray of drinks. Abi sat down
in a chair and looked up at me, twiddling her thumbs and lightly stamping
her feet.
"What...what was that?" I asked, nervously.
"I asked what you two did while I was in class, so what did you do,
anything fun?"
I looked over at Jordan who just looked back and smiled, seemingly
enjoying another moment of putting me on the spot and testing me.
"Well... Jordan and I..."
Abi listened attentively and stared directly into my eyes as I stumbled
over my answer. I couldn't decide whether telling her the truth would just
roll off her back or not. I didn't know whether I was ready to tell
anyone, and whether it really meant anything if I did.
"Yes..." Abi continued, moving her hand in a circle as if to coax my
answer.
"Jordan helped me unpack my stuff. It was hard work and we really
worked up a sweat."
"I'll say..." Jordan smirked.
"Oh," Abi said. "I thought I smelled something funny. Sorry I couldn't
help I guess, but I was in class as you already heard. That's nice though,
I like sweating."
I sat down next to Jordan and set the drinks down on the coffee table.
Abi reached out and grabbed her glass of water. She immediately took a big
sip and set her glass down, chomping on one of the ice cubes I put in it.
Jordan reached for her glass and took a drink. I watched as she made a
face and forced herself to swallow.
"Oh, is something wrong?" I asked, a little startled.
"Have you ever mixed a screwdriver before, Lexa?"
"Well, actually... no."
"Usually there's more orange juice than liquor," she said, nearly
coughing.
"Jeez, I'm sorry."
"It's fine. I sometimes like them more hard, but you should tell me
before I take that big of a drink."
Abi continued to chew on her ice, watching me and Jordan as intently as
if we were her favorite television show.
"So, how was class, Abi?" I asked, leaning back on the couch. Under my
breath I couldn't believe that I had just encouraged Abigail to do even
more talking than usual.
"Really? Wow, Jordan never asks me about my classes, but I guess you're
not Jordan, but anyway I really hate these evening classes. It was so much
easier when my schedule was the way it was before with the morning and
afternoon and then off so I had my free time in the evenings. That and it
just isn't as fun without someone to talk to in class like you guys.
Aren't you thirsty, Lexa, you don't have a drink."
I paused for a moment, filtering her words as best I could. The real
problem with Abi seemed to be that in order to fully respond to one of her
gigantic sentences you'd have to talk in the exact same fashion, which was
practically impossible for a normal person. I found myself already
becoming accustomed to only responding to her last clauses, much like
Jordan.
"I'm fine, Abi, but thanks."
"I always love having Jordan's spring water, she says she buys it from a
special shop just so that I can have it when I come over, isn't that nice?"
"Wow, that is nice of her, actually."
Jordan leaned over and whispered into my ear.
"It's just tap water I pour into a bottle and refrigerate."
She leaned back and gave me a wink. I couldn't help but smile.
"So, Lexa, do you have someone, I mean that you're like you know...
seeing and stuff?"
"Do you, Abi?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
Immediately Abi's face turned red and she curled up in her chair.
"Well, that's not the same... I mean well, for me it's..."
"What she means to say is that she hasn't gotten any pussy since we were
together," Jordan said, finishing her sentence.
Abi stuck her tongue out, and supplemented it with a long flash of her
middle finger in Jordan's direction.
"I'm sure you'll find another girlfriend, Abi. You're certainly pretty
enough, and very... conversational."
Abi dropped her hand sucked her tongue back in, blushing as she looked
over at me.
"Gosh, you think I'm pretty, Lexa? For real, pretty?"
"Of course," I smiled, turning my head to Jordan. "Right, Jord?"
Jordan rolled her eyes, not really interested in handing out
compliments.
"Sure."
...
For the rest of the night, the three of us watched a movie on TV, or at
least I tried to. Every time I turned my eyes in Abi's direction I noticed
her staring at me intently. She was sitting with her legs up on the chair
and wrapped in her arms as she twiddled her thumbs restlessly. She didn't
even try to hide her gaze, which seemed a bit weird. Jordan, a little
buzzed from her drink, just sat next to me casually, spaced out as she
listened to the television. When the movie was over, Abi finally stopped
looking at me and got up from her chair.
"I'd better go, but I'll see you guys tomorrow and we'll do something or
something, bye."
"So long, squirt," Jordan said, flashing her usual smile.
I got up from the couch as well, walking over to the door to Abi, who
was already putting her jacket on.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow then, Abi."
"Ya, I guess..."
Abi stood in front of me with her coat on. She stood right in my face,
as usual, ignoring any preconceived laws of personal space just as she had
when we first met. Only this time it was different. She didn't have
anything to say. We just looked at each other, silently. After about ten
seconds I turned my head away to see if Jordan was watching us. She
wasn't. When I turned back, Abi was already at the door, with it open.
"I should go," she said, quickly.
"Wait," I said, out of nowhere. "I'll walk you out."
With that, we both made our way into the hallway, and I hit the button
for the elevator as Abi stood beside me. When the doors opened, we both
stepped inside and headed down to the main floor. Neither of us spoke a
word for the first few seconds, until Abi finally broke the silence in a
soft voice.
"Thanks for the spring water, Lexa, and for calling me pretty."
"You're welcome," I said, casually.
We didn't speak again, and just stood side by side, staring at the
elevator doors as we went down together. Then, when the elevator finally
came to a stop on the main floor, Abi turned and gave me a quick kiss,
directly on my lips. It was so quick I barely had time to react. Then,
without skipping a beat, the doors opened and Abi rushed out, letting the
doors close again leaving me baffled and alone in the elevator.
...
The next morning, I awoke to the sound of falling water coming from the
hallway just outside my bedroom. It was Jordan taking an early shower for
the day. Yawning, I sat up from my sheets, listening to the faint sound of
birds chirping outside. Then, just as I stepped into the hallway, the
phone started ringing nearby. The initial loudness of it startled me as I
looked around, expecting Jordan to rush out of the bathroom to answer it.
Instead, it just kept ringing as I stood and listened, still half asleep.
After a few seconds I squinted my eyes and started walking towards the
sound. It had been ringing for over twenty seconds and the caller hadn't
even given up yet. The thought of it being just an annoying telemarketer
was beginning to enter my head.
"Great," I uttered, "they've finally graduated to calling you in the
morning instead of at dinner."
Walking up to the table, I peered down at the still ringing phone for a
few more seconds, waiting for it to stop so that I wouldn't have to answer.
Finally, out of annoyance, I picked it up and grabbed my forehead as if I
had a headache.
"What?"
"Lexa, is that you?" came the voice on the other end.
"Abi?" I asked, perking up, "oh god, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was
you.
"Did I wake you up? Gosh, I'm sorry, I didn't even look at the clock
but I guess it is kind of early maybe I should call back later, ya?"
"No, no, it's fine. Jordan's in the shower though right now."
There was a short pause on the other end.
"I don't want to talk to Jordan... I want to talk to you."
"Me?" I asked, still a little hazy.
"Do you remember last night in the elevator, Lexa, and what happened?"
It immediately came back to me as soon as she mentioned it. The
elevator, her mysterious kiss, and quick escape.
"Yes," I said, calmly.
"Well, I was wondering... I mean what I wanted to ask you was if you
would be interested in... I mean, I want to see you again. But only if
you're okay with that, because if you're not I totally understand and..."
"See me? Where, Abi?"
"Not at Jordan's place, I know somewhere quiet though. I was thinking
the library, on campus. No one's there on weekends. How does 8:30 sound?"
I looked over at the clock on the wall.
"Abi, that's ten minutes from now."
"Oh shit, you're right, sorry, I'm sorry, Lexa."
"No, it's fine, don't worry," I said, managing to smile. I listened for
Abi to start another long sentence but instead there was silence. Neither
of us spoke for about ten seconds until I finally took a guess at what she
was thinking. "How does 10 sound, Abi?"
There was another short pause.
"That's great, Lexa, thanks so much, so I guess I'll see you there then,
seeya."
Abi hung up, just before I could say bye myself. I set the phone down
and looked around, half expecting Jordan to be standing behind me listening
in. Thankfully, the shower was still on, and I was still alone.
For a moment I just stood on the spot, running over what I had just done
in my head, and what Abi's intentions most likely were. I felt a little
guilty for setting up a meeting behind Jordan's back, but at the same time
I couldn't help but feel a little excited. With that in mind, I ran back
into my bedroom with a smile and started digging through my drawers for
something to wear.
...
By the time I reached the campus, the sun began to peek out from behind
a small patch of clouds in the distance. As the warm light bathed down
onto the street I took in a deep, energetic breath as I walked into the
library and made my way up the stairs to the second floor. Abi was right;
no one was around, not even a single student. The only occupant I saw was
a quiet librarian on the main floor who was sorting books down one of the
aisles. Without giving it a thought, I made sure she didn't see me enter
and take the stairs.
As soon as I stepped onto the second floor, I turned to see Abi pacing
back and forth near one of the windows which overlooked the campus. She
zipped back and forth at her usual manic pace, whispering something to
herself which I couldn't make out. After a few more steps she stopped in
her tracks and turned her eyes in my direction.
"Hi Lexa, how are you, and good morning by the way, it's so beautiful
out."
"Hi Abi," I said, trying to remain casual.
I had no idea what to expect, so I was reluctant to try anything out of
the ordinary. There was a clear tension in the air as we stood before each
other, but after a few seconds Abi walked up to me and stopped mere inches
from my face, as usual.
"I wasn't sure whether you'd come, but I was hoping you would."
"Well, I try not to disappoint, I guess."
Abi shifted on her feet, up and down, as if in a small bouncing motion.
She was wearing her jacket as usual, only today she dawned a short, white
skirt instead of jeans. Just like the night before I found her staring
continually into my eyes, not speaking a word. I began to blush, finding
it difficult to return her gaze.
"Can I..."
"What?" I asked, softly.
"Can I kiss you, Lexa?"
Her voice was so soft and so sweet it made me smile. I could tell she
was just as nervous as I was, if not more, but she stood her ground and
waited silently for my answer, for my permission.
"Yes," I whispered.
Abi looked around in both directions, making sure we were truly alone
before she leaned forward and kissed me. This time I expected it, and I
savoured it a thousand times more than her stolen peck in the elevator. I
felt my whole body tingling, just as it had with Jordan, only this was
different. Abi felt infinitely softer, as if I was kissing a flower,
blowing in the wind and soft as silk. Her lips were cool and moist against
mine, and I could tell she was smiling even with my eyes closed. We
parted, and before I had a chance to open my eyes, Abi leaned forward again
and began kissing my neck, slowly and passionately.
I took a step back, losing my balance for a moment, but Abi didn't even
notice as she took her own step forward and continued kissing me. I felt
her arms shaking as she held her hands just away from my body, unsure. I
reached out and guided her hands to my back, where she rested them just at
my waist. After a few more moments of kissing Abi stepped back a bit and
looked up at me with her beautiful green eyes again.
"Would you, I mean, can I..."
"Yes, Abi," I said with narrowed eyes. "You don't have to ask."
Abi looked down and took hold of my hand. Then, with a gentle motion
she guided my fingers underneath her skirt and rested them on her mound,
which had soaked her panties with excitement. She gasped at my touch,
nearly losing her balance on her feet. Her pussy was on fire in my hand,
and her juices were beginning to run down her thigh.
"Are you as excited as I am, Lexa?" she asked, in-between heavy breaths.
"Why don't you find out for yourself," I smiled.
Without holding back, Abi wrapped her arms around me and spun me around
until we collided with a nearby bookshelf. A few loose books fell to the
ground as Abi pressed me into the shelf and began kissing my neck again.
With her hands, she began to unbutton my jeans, sliding them down my legs
and diving right into my panties with her fingers. A jolt of ecstasy
coursed through my body.
"Ohhhh fuck," I moaned, caught off guard by her sudden advance.
Abi kissed me over and over, barely taking time to breathe as she pelted
my neck with the soft caress of her lips.
"Oh god, I wanted you ever since I saw you, Lexa," she said, with a
heavy sigh.
Her hot breath against my skin was starting to make me sweat. Between
my legs, Abi ran her middle finger up and down against my slit, soaking in
my nectar as her other fingers spread my pussy lips apart. I nearly sank
to my knees as a rush of pleasure washed over me. I slammed my fist into
the shelf and more books fell to the floor around us. Then, taking a step
back, Abi looked down at my chest and lifted up my top, pulling it clean
off my head and tossing it aside. I started to giggle as I watched her, a
beautiful nymph, tearing into me with a ravenous energy and lust I'd never
seen before.
"There's a librarian downstairs," I said, as Abi pressed herself into me
again.
"I don't care," she replied, already reaching behind my back to unhook
my bra.
Then, with a rabid motion she slipped my bra straps off my shoulders and
tossed it aside, leaving me standing only in my panties with my jeans still
at my feet. Abi brought her lips to my breasts and began licking me, all
over. Not even confining herself to either of my nipples, Abi just ran her
tongue all over both of my breasts, planting kissing and savoring the
sensation of my hot skin. With my hand still between her legs, I pressed
my finger into the folds of her pussy through her panties. Every motion of
my hand seemed to only strengthen her resolve to kiss and lick me with her
every fleeting breath. I could feel us both perspiring, and Abi even more
so since she was still fully clothed.
Then, finally stopping to take a breather, Abi stepped back. She looked
up at me with her gorgeous smile, as I dropped my gaze to her skirt,
playfully.
"Going down," I grinned, slowly lowering myself to my knees.
Pushing a few books aside, I pulled Abi's legs closer to me and lifted
her skirt with both hands for a moment. Her juices were running down her
legs, which glistened and trembled like weak pillars holding up a heavy
weight.
"Oh god, Lexa..."
I reached up and slowly began to slide her panties down her legs.
Almost immediately her sweet aroma filled our nostrils as her bare pussy
was revealed. Her underwear dropped to her feet and Abi stepped out of
them. With a lustful grin I picked them up and brought them to my face,
taking in the euphoric scent up close.
"You smell wonderful, Abi," I said, lost in a lustful trance.
"God, please lick me, Lexa, don't wait..."
Letting her skirt drop back into its normal position, I lowered my head
and peeked underneath, finally getting an up close and personal moment with
Abi's incredible sex. I didn't waste any time. I devoured her,
passionately and lustfully. An upthrust of my tongue into her wet folds
sent tingles down my spine as I tasted another girl for the first time.
Abi moaned and trembled with my head buried beneath her skirt, and she
nearly lost her balance and fell.
"Ohh fuck, yes that's it, ohh fuck I'm going crazy..."
I began to feel lightheaded as my senses were overflowed with her scent,
her taste, and her heat. Her cunt was soaked with my saliva and her
juices, running into my mouth as I held my breath and just let myself go.
With my free hand I slipped my fingers into my panties and began to caress
my own pussy at the same time. I was so slippery, and so wet, I nearly
brought myself to an orgasm first. But, just before I felt myself becoming
overwhelmed with ecstasy, Abi's knees began to buckle and her moaning
became louder. She cried out, grabbing the back of my head as her body
erupted and a hot splash of her girl cum filled my mouth, spilling onto my
chin as she climaxed for me.
Abi moaned and yelled, falling backwards and landing in front of me,
still shaking from the sudden jolt of absolute pleasure. I lapped up her
cum, grinning and gasping for air as I withdrew my head from between her
legs. Abi sat up, panting and quivering with a satisfaction I had never
seen in anyone's eyes before.
"That was incredible," I said, softly.
Abi sat up, getting on her knees as she started to take off her skirt.
"We're not finished yet, silly."
Throwing off her jacket and lifting her top off, Abi practically dove
onto me, causing us both to laugh out loud. Then, for a brief moment we
both went silent, remembering that we most likely weren't alone.
"The librarian," I said, quietly.
"Fuck her," Abi said, without skipping a beat.
Slowly, I put my hand underneath Abi's chin and raised her head back up
until our eyes met.
"No," I smiled. "Fuck me."
With another giggle, Abi lifted my legs into the air and pulled off my
jeans and my panties entirely. We were now both entirely naked except for
our shoes and Abi's bra. The library carpet was littered with our clothes,
sweat, and girl cum, not to mention the books we had pushed off the shelves
in our frenzied embrace. Abi pulled me close to her and positioned herself
so that our legs locked together, and I felt her pussy press tightly
against mine. She was still wet and throbbing from her climax, and the
slippery sound of our bodies pressing together nearly floored me. I let my
back rest on the ground as Abi sat up, looking down on me as we moved
together in a light grinding motion with our cunts. I felt her heat, and
her warmth, and it was the most incredible feeling in the world. My heart
fluttered, and my hips rocked in a fast rhythm with Abi's as we both panted
and moaned. It was as if Jordan and Abi had somehow opened my eyes to
world of pleasure that I had never felt before. I lost myself in lust with
Jordan, and now Abi was showing me a new bliss; different but just as
exciting. I felt my climax approaching.
Abi reached down and started caressing my breast with one hand, while
she held the other at my thigh to help grind her cunt against mine harder.
My breaths drew shorter, faster, until I lifted my head from the floor and
looked down at my pussy as it exploded with a hot spurt of my girl cum.
Abi giggled, not even slowing down a bit as I bucked my hips hard and
grabbed at the carpet with both of my hands, overpowered by the intensity
of my orgasm. She began to moan louder herself, until she arched backwards
and gripped my thigh tightly. I felt her pussy pull away from mine as her
own cum spilled onto the floor from her second orgasm. Abi pulled away and
brought her fingers to her pulsing cunt, rubbing herself slowly as her hot
nectar oozed between her fingers. She then collapsed onto the floor
herself, out of breath and exhausted. We stared up at the ceiling with
hazy eyes, listening to our panting, and the slippery sound of Abi's
fingers against her pussy. My body ached with passion, and my pussy was
still throbbing from its heavenly release.
After about 30 seconds I managed to sit up, my elbows shaking as I held
myself up. Abi sat up as well, and we looked at each other, our cheeks
flushed and our bodies bathed in the afterglow of our incredible sex.
"Fuck, you're incredible, Lexa," Abi said, "I don't think I've climaxed
that hard in my life."
"Me neither," I replied, with a weary grin.
"Oh gosh, I forgot all about the librarian!" Abi whispered, looking
around again.
We both looked around, expecting to see her standing in one of the
aisles with her jaw on the floor. Either that or with a security guard
ready to throw us off campus. Surprisingly, the floor was still empty, and
everything was quiet. Almost immediately we jumped up and started
searching for our clothes. It was then that we heard a sound from
downstairs that sounded like a door opening.
"Oh shit!" I whispered, scrambling for my panties.
"It's her," Abi said, frantically throwing her skirt and top back on.
"Hide over there in the corner, Lexa, hurry."
"What about you?" I asked.
"Just go! I'll get rid of her."
"But..."
Rounding up all my clothes into a ball held against my chest, I dashed
across the floor and out of sight from the staircase. I started to put my
clothes back on as I watched Abi from an empty gap in-between the
bookshelves. She finished throwing her clothes back on, trying her best
not to look like she had just fucked her brains out on the library floor. I
listened as the sound of footsteps started climbing the stairs. Abi
dropped to the floor, as if picking up the books she had dropped. I
listened as the footsteps finally closed in on her, and she looked up to
see who it was.
"Ohhh... it's you. What... what are you doing here?"
"I could ask the same of you, squirt."
The voice sent chills up my spine. It wasn't the librarian.
"I was just looking up some stuff for my classes is all, Jordan, it's
nothing, what brings you here this morning, I mean you could have called me
if you wanted to get together, like you always do."
I peered between the bookshelves, eyeing Jordan's back as she faced a
flushed, and confused Abi who was sprawled out on the floor. I heard
Jordan take a deep breath, and step closer to Abi.
"You wouldn't happen to know where Lexa might have gone today, would
you?"
"Of course not, why would I know that, I don't know where she is, why?"
Abi was even worse at lying with the hyper way she talked.
"Just asking," Jordan said, calmly. "Looking up some stuff, huh?"
"Yep, just looking up some stuff, but I dropped these books by accident
a minute ago."
"Is that why you look and smell like you've just had sex, and the carpet
all around you is covered in your juices?"
Abi tensed up, frightened.
"Jordan, I..."
Not able to watch anymore, I walked out from my hiding place.
"It's not her fault," I said loudly, coming to Abi's aid.
Jordan turned around to see me half dressed and still a bit disheveled
from sex as well. Her eyes narrowed.
"It's not?" she said.
"No, it's not," I replied, looking into Abi's eyes for a moment. She
was beginning to tear up. "I asked to meet with Abi, and she suggested
that we meet here."
"Why?"
"Because, I was... curious. After having that amazing sex with you,
Jordan, I wanted to learn more, and experience more."
Abi looked over at Jordan, a bit surprised when I revealed that we had
made love earlier.
"Lexa? You and Jordan?"
"Abi didn't know about us, Jordan, and we made sure to keep it that way
so you can't blame her for what she did."
Jordan placed her hand on her hip, looking back and forth between the
two of us. The angry look on her face slowly began to fade, and was
replaced by a smile. Abi and I were both caught off guard.
"So you two actually fucked right here on the floor in the library?" she
asked, with her special grin.
Abi and I both nodded at first without saying anything.
"We kind of lost track of where we were," I said, blushing.
"And what was it like going down on Abi, Lexa?"
I looked over at Abi, who was still on the floor, peering at me with a
frightened look.
"It was... different," I began, with a smile, "but definitely
incredible."
Abi's scared look turned into a smile as she looked up at Jordan and
back at me.
"Of course it was," Jordan grinned, reaching out a hand to help Abi up.
"She learned from the best after all."
Abi stood up with Jordan's help, brushing herself off and holding her
skirt down.
"So you're not mad, Jordan, because I didn't mean to do anything wrong I
just haven't had anyone since I was with you and I was really horny and
stuff and Lexa complimented me, and..."
"It's fine, squirt," Jordan said. "Actually, I noticed you two ogling
each other yesterday. And, I was the one who encouraged Lexa to
experiment."
"I guess you're right," I smiled. "What about the librarian though?"
Jordan looked over at Abi.
"She knows the answer."
I looked over at Abi with a confused expression. Abi smiled softly.
"The librarian always takes a 20 minute coffee break just after 10."
Abi and Jordan both smiled.
"So... you knew she was going to be gone?" I asked.
Abi nodded.
"Yep."
"And you just assumed you'd be able to get into my pants so easily?"
"Yep," she grinned.
Abi and Jordan both began to giggle as I sneered at them both.
"You two are terrible," I said, smiling, "taking advantage of me like
that."
"Hey, all we did was give you a little push in the right direction,
Lexa. You just took the next logical step each time."
I placed my hand on my hip, unable to keep myself from blushing in front
of the two girls who had made love to me.
"So where do we go from here?" I asked, playfully.
"Well," Jordan began, looking over at Abi and then back at me, "have you
ever wondered what it's like to have sex with two girls instead of one?"
Jordan winked at me, as Abi smiled and gave Jordan a hug from behind,
keeping her eyes on me the whole time. The two had already shown me what
it was like to fall into a pool of endless bliss. Whatever they had in
mind for later was bound to have me drowning in lust yet again...
END
:jo
by Serene Cherry
serenecherry@hotmail.com
This story contains details of explicit sexuality between females
With the Spring term just around the corner, I found myself standing in
front of the main campus bulletin board, in search of a suitable place to
stay. It was my Sophomore year at university, and the thought of spending
another day at home with my parents wasn't exactly what I had in mind.
However, after spending nearly an hour perusing the wall, I hadn't struck
gold quite yet.
Just before I decided to give up, I eyed a small sheet pinned on the
board with the following caption:
Single White Female seeks Female roommate for semester
preferably hot, or at least brainy, but I'll settle
No bitchiness either. You know the drill.
call 555-3825
Normally such an ad would probably be the last one I would even bother
considering, but the address was near the campus and I knew the
neighborhood well. Even still, I was having a hard time analyzing the
actual content of the ad.
"Whatever," I thought to myself. "Probably her idea of a joke to scare
away bad roommates."
With that in mind, I pulled out my cell and dialed the number. After
about ten rings I let out a sigh and hung up.
"Dammit, the only worthwhile place to stay this term and there's no one
home."
Then, just as I finished my sentence, my phone rang in my hand,
startling me back to attention.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Who are you?" said the voice on the other end.
"Excuse me?"
"Who am I talking to, nimrod?"
The voice was more than a little sarcastic, almost exactly like the
content of the ad. A flashbulb went off in my head.
"Lexa," I replied.
"What?" came the voice again.
"Lexa, my name is Lexa."
"Okay, okay, calm down. What can I do for you, Lexa?"
I raised the ad up in front of my face, peering at the print more
closely with my eyes.
"I'm inquiring about your roommate ad for this semester. Have you found
anyone yet?"
There was a pause on the other end, followed by a few shuffling sounds.
"Do you like to go clubbing, Lexa?" the voice asked.
I paused myself for a moment.
"Not really," I replied, honestly.
"Me neither, I hate it," she smirked.
"Umm, the roommate thing?" I asked, trying to get back to the real
topic.
"Oh ya, okay you got it. Drop by this afternoon and I'll help you
unpack."
Her abrupt answer caught me off guard.
"Okay... that's it?"
"Well, ya, what did you expect? Having to fight with the other
applicants to the death?"
"Never mind," I answered. "So what time should I meet you."
"Try after two, I should be back by then."
"Okay. Umm, I didn't get your name."
"You're right, you didn't," she said, non chalantly.
"What is your name, may I ask?"
"I don't give out personal information over the phone."
"But you don't mind posting your phone number on a public bulletin
board?"
"You have a problem with that?" she asked.
I shook my head, smirking inwardly.
"No, it's fine. I'll see you at two then."
"See ya, Lexa," she replied, before quickly hanging up on her end.
I looked at my phone for a few more seconds, before placing it back in
my pocket.
"This should be interesting," I said to myself.
...
By the time 2pm rolled around, I was already sitting out front of the
apartment complex in my car, gazing at the building with suspicious eyes.
Slowly, I got out of my car and walked up to the front door. I peered at
the buzzer list, stopping on the ad's number, 369. Strangely enough, it
was the only listing on the whole board with the tenant's first name
scratched out. I pressed the button, swallowing the anxiety I had built up
throughout the course of the afternoon. I didn't have to wait long before
the speaker came to life.
"You're early, squirt," came a loud, distorted voice.
"Pardon?" I asked, confused.
"Oops, shit... Who is this?"
"It's Lexa. Umm, your new roommate?"
"Oh ya, right. Come on up."
The door buzzed and I pulled it open, leaving my car parked out front.
As I made my way into the elevator and up to the third floor, I found
myself fidgeting madly with my keys, trying to hide my nervousness. I
pulled out the ad from the bulletin board just as I reached the door for
suite 369. Before I had a chance to knock, the door swung open, revealing
the figure of the sarcastic voice I had been conversing with over the
phone.
"Hi," I said, trying my best not to stutter. "I'm Lexa."
She was wearing a wrinkled black tank top with pink trim and a pair of
blue jeans. Her hair was short and blonde with dark brown tips, which
matched her dark eyes. She had a pair of headphones around her neck that
were playing a very fast, noisy tune. Her expression quickly changed from
an almost angry glare to a sarcastic grin.
"Holy shit," she said, without skipping a beat.
"What?" I asked, looking over my shoulder and back at her, confused.
She seemed to be eyeing me very intently.
"Nothing, nothing. I'm Jordan, Lexa. Come right in I'll give ya the
grand tour."
Her eyes seemed to pass over my frame as I walked past her and into the
apartment. From the looks of her attire I half expected the place to be a
mess but thankfully it seemed fine. The living room had two couches and a
TV, and across from it was a dining room table next to the kitchen. The
windows looked out over the neighborhood and the afternoon sun was spilling
into the room from outside.
"This is nice," I said, looking around and turning the first corner.
Jordan raised both arms and spun around slowly, as if to show off the
place.
"Isn't it? It had better be for the rent I pay. But I guess I can
thank you now for taking half of that bullet for me."
"Right."
She walked into the living room, pointing with one hand while the other
raised her headphones back to her ears.
"TV's there, and the bathroom is over there. Cheers."
Then, with her headphones back on her head, she plunked down onto one of
the couches as if I had just disappeared altogether. I gave an odd look,
turning around and noticing that the front door was still open. I reached
over and closed it, turning back to Jordan as she buried her head in a
magazine.
"Umm... I'll go down and get my stuff I guess."
...
A few hours later, as I was standing in what was supposed to be my new
bedroom, I heard a knock on the door. I looked up from the clutter of
boxes to see Jordan standing at the door, holding a towel.
"I'm gonna have a shower now," she said, in her usual matter-of-fact
tone.
I looked at my watch.
"At 4:15 in the afternoon?"
Jordan grabbed the door frame and dragged herself back in front of it,
glaring slightly.
"You got a problem with that?"
"Oh, no... I mean, of course not," I said, stumbling over my words.
"Good," she remarked, turning away from the door and throwing her towel
over her shoulder.
I stood up, still holding the contents of one of my boxes until I heard
the first sound of a showerhead from across the hallway. Shrugging off the
little exchange, I went back to work unpacking.
After a few minutes, the faint sound of rushing water stopped and the
bathroom door opened. I kept my back turned to the door as the sound of
footsteps approached.
"Need any help?" Jordan asked, this time not sarcastically.
I turned around to see her standing with a partially wet towel wrapped
around her torso and dripping wet hair. The initial sight caught me off
guard and I couldn't help but turn red.
"Uhh, no I think I should be fine, Jordan, thanks..."
"Jord is fine, and yes you do need help," she said, cutting me off in
mid-sentence.
"I do?"
"Yes, you do. I hate all of that social bullshit that goes around with
asking for help. Someone asks to help to be nice, but the person declines
to be nice back, and the other person insists and blah, blah, so on and so
forth. Let's skip that and get down to business, kay?"
"Okay..." I said, a little confused.
Jordan approached me and leaned over to pick up a pile of my clothes
from a box. The fresh smell of her skin and hair filled my nostrils and
her close proximity gave me goosebumps under my clothes. I tried to hide
it but Jordan's eyes seemed to fixate on my expression the whole time.
Still, without even acting like it happened, she stood back to full height
and peered at the clothes in her hands.
"Nice," she said, commenting on one of my tops. "Can I wear this one
sometime?"
"Umm, sure," I replied, still a little nervous.
"Where would you like it?"
"The closet is blocked off right now, but I guess we can just move to
the bed, I mean you can... move it to the bed."
"Right," she said, smirking.
Jordan turned and walked over to the bed, setting out the pile of
clothes with her back turned. I found myself staring at her legs instead
of sorting the junk still in my hands.
"So what are you studying, Jordan. At university, I mean."
"The usual business crap," she uttered, still bent over. "I could care
less, really."
"Oh, wow," I answered, under my breath. I decided that changing the
subject would probably be the best choice of action. "I like your hair, by
the way. I've thought of changing mine to something like that."
Jordan turned back to face me once more.
"I hate it. It makes me think I've lost a bet or something every time I
look in the mirror."
"Well, I think it looks nice," I answered, trying to remain positive.
Jordan reached up with her hands and slicked her hair back.
"You don't look half bad yourself, Lexa."
She walked back over to me, stopping a little closer than normal.
"Girlfriend?" she asked.
"What?"
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked, this time more directly.
"No..." I replied, nervously. "I don't."
"Have you ever had one?"
"I'm not sure I understand your definition of girlfriend," I said,
feeling my stomach twisting with apprehension.
Jordan smirked, putting her hands back on her hips.
"Okay, I'll make this one simple for ya," she began, looking up at the
ceiling for a moment. "Are you into girls, Lexa?"
I paused for a moment, speechless.
"Well, I... I mean..."
"A simple yes or no will do," she said, interrupting.
"I'm not quite sure," I said, not really ready to give a real answer.
"So you don't know yet?"
"Well, I guess."
"Would you like to find out?" she asked, still smirking.
"How, exactly?"
"Don't worry, it's actually quite simple. Would you like to take the
test?"
My heart was pounding madly inside my chest, and I wasn't sure whether
it was out of fear or excitement. I almost didn't answer, but finally
found the words.
"What's the test?"
Jordan tilted her head slightly.
"Well, I'm going to kiss you very intimately, and all you have to tell
me is whether you like it or not. Easy."
"On the lips?" I asked.
"Well, since it's you, we'll start out slow just to make sure."
I stood perfectly still, practically shaking on the spot as Jordan
narrowed her eyes and took a step forward until our faces were less than a
few inches apart. We were about the same height, though I seemed to stand
about a half-inch taller. Jordan's chest pressed lightly against mine as
she slowly looked up and down my face with her eyes.
I could feel my heart still pounding, and I knew she could feel it too
now that we were so close. My body's reaction seemed to add to her
confident grin as she lowered her lips to my neck. I felt her warm breath
against my skin, and then finally the soft touch of her lips against the
side of my neck, just by my shoulder. I nearly collapsed on the spot from
the mere touch as a shock of something... lightning, coursed through my
body beginning at the very point of contact.
I gasped softly, as I felt a second light kiss slightly higher on my
neck. My arms trembled as I kept them locked at my sides, unable to move.
I felt the heat from Jordan's wet body, and a similar wave of heat coursed
through my veins, followed immediately by a nervous cold. Jordan withdrew
from my neck and returned on the opposite side, kissing my trembling skin a
third time. I felt her wet hair against my cheek and the soft whisper of
her breath near my ear. I held my eyes closed tight, still in shock over
the sensations my body was experiencing over such a small act. Just as I
thought I was about to fall over, Jordan raised her head back up and took a
step backwards, still maintaining a close proximity.
"Well," she began, in a slightly softer voice, "did you like it?"
I staggered on the spot, finding my footing as I stumbled over my
response.
"I... I..."
"You're right. I find that it's a little tough to form an opinion using
the neck. Let's try something a little more... direct."
Jordan drew her face closer to mine once more, pressing her nose against
mine softly for a moment before I felt our lips meet with a light kiss. It
only lasted for a moment before she slowly withdrew, but she quickly
followed with a second, and a third, each time shifting her head slightly
as I stood paralyzed. It was something I'd never experienced before. I
was being kissed the way I would kiss another person, myself.
I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end as I just stood and
let Jordan kiss me, slowly and softly with each meeting of our lips. My
arms trembled at my sides, and I raised them up and let them rest on
Jordan's hips as she did the same. I began to lose track of how long we
remained in our embrace, until she finally stepped back and took a long,
deep breath.
"Now what do you think?" she asked, softly.
"I... I think..."
Before I could finish, our moment was interrupted by the sound of a loud
buzzing coming from the living room. Jordan cringed and hesitantly began
to turn away.
"Great," she said, annoyed. "Of course she had to show up now."
I shook my head, taking a moment to come back into reality.
"Who?" I asked.
"My idiot of a friend. I thought she wasn't coming but I guess I was
wrong."
Jordan stomped into the living room and over to the door just as I made
my way to the door of my bedroom and peeked out to see her hit the button
on the intercom.
"Perfect timing, squirt," she said, groaning. Without giving the guest
a chance to answer she hit the button to buzz her up and turned away from
the door, stomping back towards me. "Do me a favor and let her in, will
ya? I'll be a minute."
"Okay," I said quietly , as Jordan passed by me and slammed her bedroom
door shut behind her.
Still standing inside my bedroom I turned towards the front door just as
a series of loud knocks began sounding from the other side. They continued
as I walked across the apartment and didn't cease until I finished
unlocking and opening the door. There, with her arm still outstretched for
knocking stood Jordan's supposed friend.
"Whoops, oh my god, I'm so sorry, I think I must have the wrong
apartment. Do you know where Jordan moved to? Oh my god, I can't believe
she didn't tell me, I can't believe this."
"No, it's okay, Jordan is here. I'm her new roommate is all."
"Oh," she uttered, quickly recovering her composure. "Well, I'm
Jordan's friend Abigail, but Jordan calls me Abi, or at least I'd like her
to but she usually calls me by some childish insult or something."
"Right," I added, with one eyebrow raised. "I'm Lexa. I guess you want
to come in?"
She was already past me and inside the apartment before I even spoke.
At first glance, Abi was practically the opposite of Jordan. She also had
short blonde hair, but it was slightly darker and tied back behind her
head. Her eyes were a very bright green and seemed to glow with a very
vibrant life. On that same token though, she seemed to be a bit of a klutz
on her feet while still appearing very wiry and energetic. She walked
nearly as fast as she talked, and stumbled over her words a lot. Again,
nothing like Jordan.
Dragging her sandals across the ground, Abi walked into the apartment
without lifting her feet from the floor once. Then, as if it was her own
place she threw her jacket onto the kitchen table and stumbled over to the
window. I turned and closed the door, and immediately Abi seemed to
remember I was in the room and walked right back towards me, stopping right
in my face.
"So where's Jordan, she is here, I heard her voice on the intercom when
I came up."
"She's in her..."
"Her bedroom, right? Either that or the bathroom but I saw the bathroom
door wasn't closed when I threw my coat onto the table so that pretty much
only leaves the bedroom."
I grabbed my forehead, feeling a bit of a headache coming on.
"I think I need to sit down."
Making my way over to the couch, Abi followed right behind and slumped
down onto an adjacent chair at the exact same time I sat down. She held
her hands in her lap and looked back and forth across the apartment with a
near manic energy.
"Do you like it here, Lexa?" Abi asked, finally looking over at me.
I didn't answer at first, as I waited for another three or four
sentences to quickly follow in Abi's single breath. Finally I looked up
and smiled.
"Well, it's only been about three hours, but it's definitely been..."
"I used to date Jordan, you know, before she moved here, but we're still
best friends now."
"Really?" I said, surprised.
"Oh ya, we dated for eight months and one fort night, but we're still
really close and we talk all the time now which I'm glad for. I've always
hated ending relationships on a bad note so we agreed to stay friends and
still see each other, and it's never gotten weird or anything which you
would think it would but I guess we were lucky, don't you think?"
I shook my head.
"I'm sorry... did you just ask me a question?"
Before Abi could start up another speech, Jordan stepped into the living
room, dressed in the same top that only minutes ago she had pulled from my
boxes and commented on. Her hair was still wet as she looked over at Abi
and then back at me.
"I see you've met little miss exuberant."
Abi stuck out her tongue as Jordan made her way to the kitchen and
opened the refrigerator, pulling out a can of soda.
"Nice top," I commented.
Jordan smirked and flashed me a quick wink.
"I told you," she grinned.
"So, you two used to date?"
"Unbelievable, isn't it?"
Abi picked up a pillow from the couch and threw it at Jordan, who
knocked it aside without even looking.
"She's just jealous that she's never had anyone better than me since,"
Abi grumbled.
"She's got me there, I guess, " Jordan said, as she sat down on the
couch beside me. She took a sip from her soda and flashed me her seductive
smile. "But I'm working on that."
"So, Lexa," Abi began, "are you, umm, like you know..."
Jordan grinned and turned towards me, throwing her legs up on the couch
and resting her soda on her knee.
"Yes, Lexa, we're all friends here. What is your sexual orientation?"
Abi leaned forward until she was practically off her seat and standing
hunched over. Jordan narrowed her eyes and grinned, waiting for me to give
an answer that would finally satisfy her.
"Well, I suppose I'm always up for a little experimentation. We are in
college after all."
Jordan nodded, raising her soda as if to make a toast.
"My sentiments exactly."
...
A couple hours later, after sitting through a practically one-sided
conversation between Abigail and Jordan, Abi took off, leaving me alone
with Jordan for a second time.
The windows were still open, and a cool evening breeze rushed in as I
sat on the couch, still beside Jordan who held a magazine in front of her
once again. I raised my arms and stretched out my shoulders, feeling the
strain from all of my packing and subsequent unpacking over the course of
the afternoon. Jordan lowered her magazine and gazed up at me.
"Tired already?" she asked.
"Just sore," I sighed.
"I'll bet I can help."
"Oh really?" I said.
"Yes, really," she replied, "now lie down on your stomach."
I smirked.
"Demanding, aren't we?"
"I'm not a fan of pointless banter. That and I could use a brush up on
my massage skills. Now turn over and lie down here."
Jordan got up off the couch and let me lie down on the length of it. I
raised my arms near my head and rested my chin on my wrists.
"Is that why you and Abigail split?" I asked.
"What?"
"Pointless banter," I added. "You must admit she is a little more
talkative than most."
"She's got a mouth on her, I'll say that much. But when it's being used
in the right way, it's not so bad."
A look of confusion crossed my face for an instant as I tried to
decipher what exactly she meant by that last comment. I glanced up to see
Jordan smile one last time before she lowered herself to her knees next to
the couch. I held my breath for a moment, listening and waiting as the
cool air continued to flow through the room. Then, as I let out my held
breath, I felt Jordan's first touch as she rested her hands on my
shoulders, gently squeezing the muscles near my shoulders.
Her touch was almost euphoric, sending tingles down my spine as I found
myself tingling with her every touch. Her soft caress began to loosen the
tension of my muscles, pushing the aches and pains I had built up from the
day's work down to my feet and out of my body. After only a few seconds
into the massage, my eyelids became heavy and I nearly fell asleep on the
spot, roused again only by Jordan's movement lower down my back. As her
hands slid below my shoulder blades and across the strap of my bra from
beneath my shirt, I cringed for a moment, feeling the first sparks of
arousal ignite between my legs. I let out a long, soft moan without
realizing it.
"You're good at this," I whispered, feeling a surge of warmth run
between my legs.
"I know that," she replied.
"So, what happened between you and Abi?" I asked, trying to think of a
conversation starter.
"Forget about her, right now. This is between the two of us."
Jordan's hands moved to the base of my top, untucking it from my jeans
and sliding it up my back until my bare back was exposed.
"Wait," I said, lifting my head slowly.
Jordan stopped, tilting her head over and looking into my eyes.
"Something wrong, Lexa?"
We stared at each other for a long moment, and the apprehension that I
felt seemed to melt away.
"No, it just seems like my top is in the way," I said, looking at her
hands and back into her eyes.
"Would you like to take it off?" she asked.
"Okay..." I whispered, lowering my head back onto the back of my hands.
Jordan reached for my top again and began pulling it off. I raised my
arms and head, letting it slip off and float to the ground beside her
knees. From there, Jordan got up from her spot and looked down at me.
"I think I need to reposition, if you don't mind."
"Not at all," I said, in the same tone of voice.
Jordan and I both grinned for a moment as she leaned onto the couch and
sat on top of me just below my back. She spread her legs on either side of
me and lowered herself closer to begin her massage once more. The warmth
of her hands on my bare skin sent sparks up and down my lower back all the
way down to my toes. I felt my muscles melt with pleasure as she ran her
fingertips lightly over my back with each squeeze, repositioning in the
perfect spot each and every time.
"Do you remember our little kissing session this afternoon?" Jordan
asked.
"How could I forget?" I replied, no longer holding my emotions back.
Jordan let out a faint giggle.
"Now that's better," she said, grinning, "you're finally starting to
loosen up. You seemed so tense this afternoon."
"Maybe I've finally seen the light," I said, softly.
Jordan reached her hands back up my back and unfastened my bra.
"Not yet," she whispered, lowering her head towards my ear. "but I'll
make sure you get there."
Her words set off a fire between my legs as I felt her lips embrace my
neck once more, this time from behind. I clenched my fists as I felt her
light kisses change into the long stroke of her tongue down the back of my
neck.
"Oh... fuck," I let out, under my breath.
Jordan raised herself back up, placing one hand on my back for support.
"Such language, Lexa. And here I thought you were the very symbol of
politeness."
With Jordan still lying on top of me, I quickly shifted underneath her
until I was lying on my back looking up at her. Jordan reached down and
moved my bra straps down my shoulders, one by one until my bra was merely
resting on my chest. My heart raced as I watched Jordan lower herself and
plant a kiss on my neck again. Then, lowering her face down my chest she
took a hold of my bra with her teeth and lifted it off completely. Tossing
it aside along with my top, Jordan smiled as she enjoyed her first glimpse
of my bare breasts. Playfully, I covered up with my hands, denying her the
view for a moment.
"Were you thinking about this when you first saw me?"
"Every second," she smiled.
Jordan allowed herself to slide off the couch and onto her knees on the
carpet. She reached over and pulled my legs toward her with a swift
motion, stopping with her hands at the waist of my jeans. Our eyes met
with a lustful stare, as she sat with her head between my legs, inches away
from what was now a fire between my legs, building with every moment.
"You want to fuck me?" I asked.
"Until you're begging for more, Lexa."
Lowering her gaze to my stomach, Jordan carefully unbuttoned my jeans
with her fingers, as I let my legs writhe around her. I held my breasts in
my hands, cupping them gently and feeling the warmth of my skin, and the
excitement of her touch. My lips trembled with a nervous ecstasy, as I
felt Jordan slide my jeans down my thighs, dropping them at my ankles. She
brought her lips to my leg and planted a soft kiss on my skin. The mere
touch of her so close to my pussy sent shockwaves through my body and I let
out a quiet moan.
"Oh god, I've never felt like this..."
Jordan smiled, kissing my thigh again, each time coming closer to my
panties, which were now wet with my flowing nectar. She let her tongue
meet the lips of my pussy through my panties, tasting me for the first
time. I nearly passed out from the sensation, as I clenched my muscles and
let out a heavy sigh. Jordan withdrew and licked her lips with a lustful
grin.
"Wet already? We're just getting started."
Sitting up slowly, I lowered my head and smiled as Jordan lightly kissed
my stomach, then higher until she was right below my breasts. She left one
of her hands between my legs, gently holding her fingers in a cupping
motion over my pussy. I could feel the warmth of her hand, and the
slippery motion of her fingers, which were now covered in my juices. My
limbs trembled, as I moaned and smiled and savored the sensations which
Jordan seemed to bring to my body so effortlessly. Without thinking, I
reached down and pulled my top straight off Jordan's body and tossed it
aside, revealing her perfect breasts to me. Without stopping, Jordan
brought my nipple into her mouth and let her tongue dance on my delicate
skin. I grabbed the back of her hair with one of my hands, gasping loudly
as a small wave of pleasure washed over me, unexpectedly.
"Oh fuck..."
Jordan flicked her tongue against my nipple, and pressed her palm hard
against my mound as I stared up at the ceiling and lost myself in the
delicious motions of our lust. She ran her tongue down my stomach, and
pulled back, finally reaching for my panties with both hands. With a
quick, fierce pull Jordan practically ripped my underwear off, grabbing my
wrinkled up pants along with my panties and pushing them aside. She then
began kissing my thighs again, as I giggled and quivered from the light
embrace. My head was spinning, and my cunt was drooling as Jordan took a
firm hold of my hips and pulled me closer to her face. I felt her hot,
excited breath against my lips as her tongue flirted with my inner thigh. I
reached down with both hands and gripped the couch tightly, holding my
breath in long pauses and each time letting out a loud gasp of bliss.
"You're so beautiful, Lexa," Jordan whispered, barely audible above my
moaning.
"Oh god, Jordan, don't stop..."
Obeying my wishes, Jordan returned her mouth to the bare, moist lips of
my pussy. I very nearly screamed out loud as she lapped up my juices and
ran her tongue back and forth across my clit with an expert's confidence. I
wrapped my arms around myself, and felt my heart fluttering against my arms
and the wet skin of my breasts which were still covered in Jordan's saliva.
She licked up and down against my cunt, kissing and prodding and tasting me
without even stopping to breathe. After nearly twenty seconds she pulled
out and giggled seductively, planting another series of kisses on my
pulsing cunt. I tensed every muscle in my body and pointed my toes as I
felt the first orgasm building deep within my walls, and I looked down to
see Jordan licking me just slow enough to prolong its arrival.
"Ohhhhh fuck, Jordan I'm close!"
Before long all I could hear were the sucking sounds of Jordan's mouth
between my legs as she drove me insane with pleasure. I yelled out,
without realizing or caring what I said, and I fell into the trap she had
laid so perfectly from the moment we met. My back arched, and my breath
shortened, and one final pass of Jordan's tongue inside me was more than
enough to send me over the edge. I closed my eyes and called out her name
as an explosion of ecstasy coursed through my body. I drove my pussy hard
into Jordan's face as I covered her lips and tongue in my girl cum, bucking
my hips madly with each few seconds. I melted forward and fell into her
arms, nearly blacking out from the sensation of being brought to orgasm by
another girl for the first time. It was the most amazing feeling in my
life.
Jordan smiled, holding me in her arms on the floor, breathing hard but
not even tired yet. I felt my cunt aching between my legs from the sheer
force of my climax, and I felt our hearts beating as our glowing bodies
pressed together tightly. Jordan kissed my forehead, over and over until I
found the strength to lift my head and our lips met once more. I tasted
myself on her lips, on her tongue. I tasted our lust and I loved it. I
was completely drained, and all I could think of was when she could make me
feel that way again. Then, for a moment we just stared at each other,
trembling in each others' arms as our noses touched. We both inhaled and
exhaled as if we had just run a marathon, and our bodies had become slick
with heat and sweat. I felt my pussy still drenched, pressing up against
Jordan's now soaked pants which hadn't even come off yet. She didn't seem
to care. My pleasure seemed more than enough for her.
Finally, Jordan was able to slow her breathing as she still pressed her
nose to mine. Our eyes met.
"Well, how was it?" she asked, softly.
I felt my head spinning, and my body burning from the heat of the
moment. Just before I totally collapsed into her arms, I was able to
respond.
"It was... nice."
...
A few hours later, I opened my eyes to find myself lying back on the
couch, still naked and covered in a white sheet. Jordan was in a chair
across from me, holding a toy pipe that blew bubbles. She was listening to
music again, and was wearing my top just as before. After a few seconds,
she looked over at me and realized I had regained consciousness.
"Hello there, sleepy head. Back in this world I see."
I reached between my legs underneath the sheets, and felt my pussy. I
was still wet.
"Do you always make girls pass out the first time?" I asked.
Jordan grinned, blowing a few more bubbles.
"Well, I haven't been with as many as you'd think. But, I'd say you're
officially the first."
"I'm flattered," I smiled.
"Was it educational for you?" Jordan asked.
"I'd say so..."
"But?" she asked.
"But, I'm not quite sure. I may need you to try it again just in case.
Or maybe I could try you this time."
"Still horny as ever," Jordan giggled, blowing a few more bubbles my
way. "I like that."
"I like you," I replied, in a seductive tone.
Jordan smiled and pulled off her headphones, sitting back up from her
slouching position.
"Well, before we start tearing each others' clothes off, I thought you
should know that Abi is coming over."
My eyes widened.
"What, you mean right now? Oh shit!"
Frantically, I jumped up from the couch and scrambled across the room,
picking up my clothes as fast as I could.
"Don't worry, Lexa. We just talked over the phone a few minutes ago.
It'll take her at least 20 minutes to get over here from her place."
"Didn't she just leave a few hours ago?"
"She had evening classes. She always visits twice on weekends and it is
Friday, you know."
I slipped my last leg into my pants and pulled them back on.
"So you were going to let her waltz in here and see me naked and passed
out on the floor?"
Jordan smiled her sly smile.
"Of course not. Although, I think you'd have to be crazy to object to
the sight of your body."
I blushed slightly, still trying to look annoyed.
"Just because you got to have your way with me doesn't mean everyone
you're acquainted with automatically gets to see me naked."
"Aww, you're no fun," she grinned. "Suit yourself though."
Jordan returned to her bubble blower as I got threw my clothes back on
and sat down, dusting myself off and trying to put back on a look of
composure after having another girl fuck me for the first time. I wasn't
exactly able to hide it.
A few minutes later, the buzzer rang and Jordan looked up from her
magazine.
"Get that, would you, Lexa?"
I gave Jordan a mean look as I got up from the couch, which I instantly
noticed was farther from the door than she was, and walked over to the
intercom.
"Hello?" I asked, pressing the button down.
"It's Abigail, of course, would you like to let me up now because it's
chilly out here and..."
I didn't wait for her to finish before I hit the button and cut off the
conversation. I opened the lock on the door and opened it a crack, turning
and walking into the kitchen.
"You have anything to drink, Jord?"
"What do ya like?" she replied, "I've got soda, juice, spring water...
the hard liquor's in the cabinet."
"What does Abi usually have?"
Before Jordan could speak, a different voice gave the answer.
"Spring water, please, it's all I drink or at least all I try to drink
but sometimes I do end up drinking other things, but I like water."
I turned to see Abi standing at the door, smiling politely and poking
her head in through the crack. I gestured for her to come all the way in
and she slowly pushed open the door and stepped inside.
"Water it is," I said, pulling a large bottle of spring water from the
refrigerator. "And you, Jord?"
"You think I could get a screwdriver by any chance?" she called from
across the room.
"Umm..."
I looked over at Abi, who was still standing at the door. She smiled
and began mouthing something to me without speaking. Vodka, orange, juice.
She gave me a thumbs up and turned back in Jordan's direction.
"So, what have you two been up to while I was gone, anything fun cuz' my
class was stupid and boring, hmm?"
"Maybe you should be asking Lexa that question, squirt."
I walked back into the room with a small tray of drinks. Abi sat down
in a chair and looked up at me, twiddling her thumbs and lightly stamping
her feet.
"What...what was that?" I asked, nervously.
"I asked what you two did while I was in class, so what did you do,
anything fun?"
I looked over at Jordan who just looked back and smiled, seemingly
enjoying another moment of putting me on the spot and testing me.
"Well... Jordan and I..."
Abi listened attentively and stared directly into my eyes as I stumbled
over my answer. I couldn't decide whether telling her the truth would just
roll off her back or not. I didn't know whether I was ready to tell
anyone, and whether it really meant anything if I did.
"Yes..." Abi continued, moving her hand in a circle as if to coax my
answer.
"Jordan helped me unpack my stuff. It was hard work and we really
worked up a sweat."
"I'll say..." Jordan smirked.
"Oh," Abi said. "I thought I smelled something funny. Sorry I couldn't
help I guess, but I was in class as you already heard. That's nice though,
I like sweating."
I sat down next to Jordan and set the drinks down on the coffee table.
Abi reached out and grabbed her glass of water. She immediately took a big
sip and set her glass down, chomping on one of the ice cubes I put in it.
Jordan reached for her glass and took a drink. I watched as she made a
face and forced herself to swallow.
"Oh, is something wrong?" I asked, a little startled.
"Have you ever mixed a screwdriver before, Lexa?"
"Well, actually... no."
"Usually there's more orange juice than liquor," she said, nearly
coughing.
"Jeez, I'm sorry."
"It's fine. I sometimes like them more hard, but you should tell me
before I take that big of a drink."
Abi continued to chew on her ice, watching me and Jordan as intently as
if we were her favorite television show.
"So, how was class, Abi?" I asked, leaning back on the couch. Under my
breath I couldn't believe that I had just encouraged Abigail to do even
more talking than usual.
"Really? Wow, Jordan never asks me about my classes, but I guess you're
not Jordan, but anyway I really hate these evening classes. It was so much
easier when my schedule was the way it was before with the morning and
afternoon and then off so I had my free time in the evenings. That and it
just isn't as fun without someone to talk to in class like you guys.
Aren't you thirsty, Lexa, you don't have a drink."
I paused for a moment, filtering her words as best I could. The real
problem with Abi seemed to be that in order to fully respond to one of her
gigantic sentences you'd have to talk in the exact same fashion, which was
practically impossible for a normal person. I found myself already
becoming accustomed to only responding to her last clauses, much like
Jordan.
"I'm fine, Abi, but thanks."
"I always love having Jordan's spring water, she says she buys it from a
special shop just so that I can have it when I come over, isn't that nice?"
"Wow, that is nice of her, actually."
Jordan leaned over and whispered into my ear.
"It's just tap water I pour into a bottle and refrigerate."
She leaned back and gave me a wink. I couldn't help but smile.
"So, Lexa, do you have someone, I mean that you're like you know...
seeing and stuff?"
"Do you, Abi?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
Immediately Abi's face turned red and she curled up in her chair.
"Well, that's not the same... I mean well, for me it's..."
"What she means to say is that she hasn't gotten any pussy since we were
together," Jordan said, finishing her sentence.
Abi stuck her tongue out, and supplemented it with a long flash of her
middle finger in Jordan's direction.
"I'm sure you'll find another girlfriend, Abi. You're certainly pretty
enough, and very... conversational."
Abi dropped her hand sucked her tongue back in, blushing as she looked
over at me.
"Gosh, you think I'm pretty, Lexa? For real, pretty?"
"Of course," I smiled, turning my head to Jordan. "Right, Jord?"
Jordan rolled her eyes, not really interested in handing out
compliments.
"Sure."
...
For the rest of the night, the three of us watched a movie on TV, or at
least I tried to. Every time I turned my eyes in Abi's direction I noticed
her staring at me intently. She was sitting with her legs up on the chair
and wrapped in her arms as she twiddled her thumbs restlessly. She didn't
even try to hide her gaze, which seemed a bit weird. Jordan, a little
buzzed from her drink, just sat next to me casually, spaced out as she
listened to the television. When the movie was over, Abi finally stopped
looking at me and got up from her chair.
"I'd better go, but I'll see you guys tomorrow and we'll do something or
something, bye."
"So long, squirt," Jordan said, flashing her usual smile.
I got up from the couch as well, walking over to the door to Abi, who
was already putting her jacket on.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow then, Abi."
"Ya, I guess..."
Abi stood in front of me with her coat on. She stood right in my face,
as usual, ignoring any preconceived laws of personal space just as she had
when we first met. Only this time it was different. She didn't have
anything to say. We just looked at each other, silently. After about ten
seconds I turned my head away to see if Jordan was watching us. She
wasn't. When I turned back, Abi was already at the door, with it open.
"I should go," she said, quickly.
"Wait," I said, out of nowhere. "I'll walk you out."
With that, we both made our way into the hallway, and I hit the button
for the elevator as Abi stood beside me. When the doors opened, we both
stepped inside and headed down to the main floor. Neither of us spoke a
word for the first few seconds, until Abi finally broke the silence in a
soft voice.
"Thanks for the spring water, Lexa, and for calling me pretty."
"You're welcome," I said, casually.
We didn't speak again, and just stood side by side, staring at the
elevator doors as we went down together. Then, when the elevator finally
came to a stop on the main floor, Abi turned and gave me a quick kiss,
directly on my lips. It was so quick I barely had time to react. Then,
without skipping a beat, the doors opened and Abi rushed out, letting the
doors close again leaving me baffled and alone in the elevator.
...
The next morning, I awoke to the sound of falling water coming from the
hallway just outside my bedroom. It was Jordan taking an early shower for
the day. Yawning, I sat up from my sheets, listening to the faint sound of
birds chirping outside. Then, just as I stepped into the hallway, the
phone started ringing nearby. The initial loudness of it startled me as I
looked around, expecting Jordan to rush out of the bathroom to answer it.
Instead, it just kept ringing as I stood and listened, still half asleep.
After a few seconds I squinted my eyes and started walking towards the
sound. It had been ringing for over twenty seconds and the caller hadn't
even given up yet. The thought of it being just an annoying telemarketer
was beginning to enter my head.
"Great," I uttered, "they've finally graduated to calling you in the
morning instead of at dinner."
Walking up to the table, I peered down at the still ringing phone for a
few more seconds, waiting for it to stop so that I wouldn't have to answer.
Finally, out of annoyance, I picked it up and grabbed my forehead as if I
had a headache.
"What?"
"Lexa, is that you?" came the voice on the other end.
"Abi?" I asked, perking up, "oh god, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was
you.
"Did I wake you up? Gosh, I'm sorry, I didn't even look at the clock
but I guess it is kind of early maybe I should call back later, ya?"
"No, no, it's fine. Jordan's in the shower though right now."
There was a short pause on the other end.
"I don't want to talk to Jordan... I want to talk to you."
"Me?" I asked, still a little hazy.
"Do you remember last night in the elevator, Lexa, and what happened?"
It immediately came back to me as soon as she mentioned it. The
elevator, her mysterious kiss, and quick escape.
"Yes," I said, calmly.
"Well, I was wondering... I mean what I wanted to ask you was if you
would be interested in... I mean, I want to see you again. But only if
you're okay with that, because if you're not I totally understand and..."
"See me? Where, Abi?"
"Not at Jordan's place, I know somewhere quiet though. I was thinking
the library, on campus. No one's there on weekends. How does 8:30 sound?"
I looked over at the clock on the wall.
"Abi, that's ten minutes from now."
"Oh shit, you're right, sorry, I'm sorry, Lexa."
"No, it's fine, don't worry," I said, managing to smile. I listened for
Abi to start another long sentence but instead there was silence. Neither
of us spoke for about ten seconds until I finally took a guess at what she
was thinking. "How does 10 sound, Abi?"
There was another short pause.
"That's great, Lexa, thanks so much, so I guess I'll see you there then,
seeya."
Abi hung up, just before I could say bye myself. I set the phone down
and looked around, half expecting Jordan to be standing behind me listening
in. Thankfully, the shower was still on, and I was still alone.
For a moment I just stood on the spot, running over what I had just done
in my head, and what Abi's intentions most likely were. I felt a little
guilty for setting up a meeting behind Jordan's back, but at the same time
I couldn't help but feel a little excited. With that in mind, I ran back
into my bedroom with a smile and started digging through my drawers for
something to wear.
...
By the time I reached the campus, the sun began to peek out from behind
a small patch of clouds in the distance. As the warm light bathed down
onto the street I took in a deep, energetic breath as I walked into the
library and made my way up the stairs to the second floor. Abi was right;
no one was around, not even a single student. The only occupant I saw was
a quiet librarian on the main floor who was sorting books down one of the
aisles. Without giving it a thought, I made sure she didn't see me enter
and take the stairs.
As soon as I stepped onto the second floor, I turned to see Abi pacing
back and forth near one of the windows which overlooked the campus. She
zipped back and forth at her usual manic pace, whispering something to
herself which I couldn't make out. After a few more steps she stopped in
her tracks and turned her eyes in my direction.
"Hi Lexa, how are you, and good morning by the way, it's so beautiful
out."
"Hi Abi," I said, trying to remain casual.
I had no idea what to expect, so I was reluctant to try anything out of
the ordinary. There was a clear tension in the air as we stood before each
other, but after a few seconds Abi walked up to me and stopped mere inches
from my face, as usual.
"I wasn't sure whether you'd come, but I was hoping you would."
"Well, I try not to disappoint, I guess."
Abi shifted on her feet, up and down, as if in a small bouncing motion.
She was wearing her jacket as usual, only today she dawned a short, white
skirt instead of jeans. Just like the night before I found her staring
continually into my eyes, not speaking a word. I began to blush, finding
it difficult to return her gaze.
"Can I..."
"What?" I asked, softly.
"Can I kiss you, Lexa?"
Her voice was so soft and so sweet it made me smile. I could tell she
was just as nervous as I was, if not more, but she stood her ground and
waited silently for my answer, for my permission.
"Yes," I whispered.
Abi looked around in both directions, making sure we were truly alone
before she leaned forward and kissed me. This time I expected it, and I
savoured it a thousand times more than her stolen peck in the elevator. I
felt my whole body tingling, just as it had with Jordan, only this was
different. Abi felt infinitely softer, as if I was kissing a flower,
blowing in the wind and soft as silk. Her lips were cool and moist against
mine, and I could tell she was smiling even with my eyes closed. We
parted, and before I had a chance to open my eyes, Abi leaned forward again
and began kissing my neck, slowly and passionately.
I took a step back, losing my balance for a moment, but Abi didn't even
notice as she took her own step forward and continued kissing me. I felt
her arms shaking as she held her hands just away from my body, unsure. I
reached out and guided her hands to my back, where she rested them just at
my waist. After a few more moments of kissing Abi stepped back a bit and
looked up at me with her beautiful green eyes again.
"Would you, I mean, can I..."
"Yes, Abi," I said with narrowed eyes. "You don't have to ask."
Abi looked down and took hold of my hand. Then, with a gentle motion
she guided my fingers underneath her skirt and rested them on her mound,
which had soaked her panties with excitement. She gasped at my touch,
nearly losing her balance on her feet. Her pussy was on fire in my hand,
and her juices were beginning to run down her thigh.
"Are you as excited as I am, Lexa?" she asked, in-between heavy breaths.
"Why don't you find out for yourself," I smiled.
Without holding back, Abi wrapped her arms around me and spun me around
until we collided with a nearby bookshelf. A few loose books fell to the
ground as Abi pressed me into the shelf and began kissing my neck again.
With her hands, she began to unbutton my jeans, sliding them down my legs
and diving right into my panties with her fingers. A jolt of ecstasy
coursed through my body.
"Ohhhh fuck," I moaned, caught off guard by her sudden advance.
Abi kissed me over and over, barely taking time to breathe as she pelted
my neck with the soft caress of her lips.
"Oh god, I wanted you ever since I saw you, Lexa," she said, with a
heavy sigh.
Her hot breath against my skin was starting to make me sweat. Between
my legs, Abi ran her middle finger up and down against my slit, soaking in
my nectar as her other fingers spread my pussy lips apart. I nearly sank
to my knees as a rush of pleasure washed over me. I slammed my fist into
the shelf and more books fell to the floor around us. Then, taking a step
back, Abi looked down at my chest and lifted up my top, pulling it clean
off my head and tossing it aside. I started to giggle as I watched her, a
beautiful nymph, tearing into me with a ravenous energy and lust I'd never
seen before.
"There's a librarian downstairs," I said, as Abi pressed herself into me
again.
"I don't care," she replied, already reaching behind my back to unhook
my bra.
Then, with a rabid motion she slipped my bra straps off my shoulders and
tossed it aside, leaving me standing only in my panties with my jeans still
at my feet. Abi brought her lips to my breasts and began licking me, all
over. Not even confining herself to either of my nipples, Abi just ran her
tongue all over both of my breasts, planting kissing and savoring the
sensation of my hot skin. With my hand still between her legs, I pressed
my finger into the folds of her pussy through her panties. Every motion of
my hand seemed to only strengthen her resolve to kiss and lick me with her
every fleeting breath. I could feel us both perspiring, and Abi even more
so since she was still fully clothed.
Then, finally stopping to take a breather, Abi stepped back. She looked
up at me with her gorgeous smile, as I dropped my gaze to her skirt,
playfully.
"Going down," I grinned, slowly lowering myself to my knees.
Pushing a few books aside, I pulled Abi's legs closer to me and lifted
her skirt with both hands for a moment. Her juices were running down her
legs, which glistened and trembled like weak pillars holding up a heavy
weight.
"Oh god, Lexa..."
I reached up and slowly began to slide her panties down her legs.
Almost immediately her sweet aroma filled our nostrils as her bare pussy
was revealed. Her underwear dropped to her feet and Abi stepped out of
them. With a lustful grin I picked them up and brought them to my face,
taking in the euphoric scent up close.
"You smell wonderful, Abi," I said, lost in a lustful trance.
"God, please lick me, Lexa, don't wait..."
Letting her skirt drop back into its normal position, I lowered my head
and peeked underneath, finally getting an up close and personal moment with
Abi's incredible sex. I didn't waste any time. I devoured her,
passionately and lustfully. An upthrust of my tongue into her wet folds
sent tingles down my spine as I tasted another girl for the first time.
Abi moaned and trembled with my head buried beneath her skirt, and she
nearly lost her balance and fell.
"Ohh fuck, yes that's it, ohh fuck I'm going crazy..."
I began to feel lightheaded as my senses were overflowed with her scent,
her taste, and her heat. Her cunt was soaked with my saliva and her
juices, running into my mouth as I held my breath and just let myself go.
With my free hand I slipped my fingers into my panties and began to caress
my own pussy at the same time. I was so slippery, and so wet, I nearly
brought myself to an orgasm first. But, just before I felt myself becoming
overwhelmed with ecstasy, Abi's knees began to buckle and her moaning
became louder. She cried out, grabbing the back of my head as her body
erupted and a hot splash of her girl cum filled my mouth, spilling onto my
chin as she climaxed for me.
Abi moaned and yelled, falling backwards and landing in front of me,
still shaking from the sudden jolt of absolute pleasure. I lapped up her
cum, grinning and gasping for air as I withdrew my head from between her
legs. Abi sat up, panting and quivering with a satisfaction I had never
seen in anyone's eyes before.
"That was incredible," I said, softly.
Abi sat up, getting on her knees as she started to take off her skirt.
"We're not finished yet, silly."
Throwing off her jacket and lifting her top off, Abi practically dove
onto me, causing us both to laugh out loud. Then, for a brief moment we
both went silent, remembering that we most likely weren't alone.
"The librarian," I said, quietly.
"Fuck her," Abi said, without skipping a beat.
Slowly, I put my hand underneath Abi's chin and raised her head back up
until our eyes met.
"No," I smiled. "Fuck me."
With another giggle, Abi lifted my legs into the air and pulled off my
jeans and my panties entirely. We were now both entirely naked except for
our shoes and Abi's bra. The library carpet was littered with our clothes,
sweat, and girl cum, not to mention the books we had pushed off the shelves
in our frenzied embrace. Abi pulled me close to her and positioned herself
so that our legs locked together, and I felt her pussy press tightly
against mine. She was still wet and throbbing from her climax, and the
slippery sound of our bodies pressing together nearly floored me. I let my
back rest on the ground as Abi sat up, looking down on me as we moved
together in a light grinding motion with our cunts. I felt her heat, and
her warmth, and it was the most incredible feeling in the world. My heart
fluttered, and my hips rocked in a fast rhythm with Abi's as we both panted
and moaned. It was as if Jordan and Abi had somehow opened my eyes to
world of pleasure that I had never felt before. I lost myself in lust with
Jordan, and now Abi was showing me a new bliss; different but just as
exciting. I felt my climax approaching.
Abi reached down and started caressing my breast with one hand, while
she held the other at my thigh to help grind her cunt against mine harder.
My breaths drew shorter, faster, until I lifted my head from the floor and
looked down at my pussy as it exploded with a hot spurt of my girl cum.
Abi giggled, not even slowing down a bit as I bucked my hips hard and
grabbed at the carpet with both of my hands, overpowered by the intensity
of my orgasm. She began to moan louder herself, until she arched backwards
and gripped my thigh tightly. I felt her pussy pull away from mine as her
own cum spilled onto the floor from her second orgasm. Abi pulled away and
brought her fingers to her pulsing cunt, rubbing herself slowly as her hot
nectar oozed between her fingers. She then collapsed onto the floor
herself, out of breath and exhausted. We stared up at the ceiling with
hazy eyes, listening to our panting, and the slippery sound of Abi's
fingers against her pussy. My body ached with passion, and my pussy was
still throbbing from its heavenly release.
After about 30 seconds I managed to sit up, my elbows shaking as I held
myself up. Abi sat up as well, and we looked at each other, our cheeks
flushed and our bodies bathed in the afterglow of our incredible sex.
"Fuck, you're incredible, Lexa," Abi said, "I don't think I've climaxed
that hard in my life."
"Me neither," I replied, with a weary grin.
"Oh gosh, I forgot all about the librarian!" Abi whispered, looking
around again.
We both looked around, expecting to see her standing in one of the
aisles with her jaw on the floor. Either that or with a security guard
ready to throw us off campus. Surprisingly, the floor was still empty, and
everything was quiet. Almost immediately we jumped up and started
searching for our clothes. It was then that we heard a sound from
downstairs that sounded like a door opening.
"Oh shit!" I whispered, scrambling for my panties.
"It's her," Abi said, frantically throwing her skirt and top back on.
"Hide over there in the corner, Lexa, hurry."
"What about you?" I asked.
"Just go! I'll get rid of her."
"But..."
Rounding up all my clothes into a ball held against my chest, I dashed
across the floor and out of sight from the staircase. I started to put my
clothes back on as I watched Abi from an empty gap in-between the
bookshelves. She finished throwing her clothes back on, trying her best
not to look like she had just fucked her brains out on the library floor. I
listened as the sound of footsteps started climbing the stairs. Abi
dropped to the floor, as if picking up the books she had dropped. I
listened as the footsteps finally closed in on her, and she looked up to
see who it was.
"Ohhh... it's you. What... what are you doing here?"
"I could ask the same of you, squirt."
The voice sent chills up my spine. It wasn't the librarian.
"I was just looking up some stuff for my classes is all, Jordan, it's
nothing, what brings you here this morning, I mean you could have called me
if you wanted to get together, like you always do."
I peered between the bookshelves, eyeing Jordan's back as she faced a
flushed, and confused Abi who was sprawled out on the floor. I heard
Jordan take a deep breath, and step closer to Abi.
"You wouldn't happen to know where Lexa might have gone today, would
you?"
"Of course not, why would I know that, I don't know where she is, why?"
Abi was even worse at lying with the hyper way she talked.
"Just asking," Jordan said, calmly. "Looking up some stuff, huh?"
"Yep, just looking up some stuff, but I dropped these books by accident
a minute ago."
"Is that why you look and smell like you've just had sex, and the carpet
all around you is covered in your juices?"
Abi tensed up, frightened.
"Jordan, I..."
Not able to watch anymore, I walked out from my hiding place.
"It's not her fault," I said loudly, coming to Abi's aid.
Jordan turned around to see me half dressed and still a bit disheveled
from sex as well. Her eyes narrowed.
"It's not?" she said.
"No, it's not," I replied, looking into Abi's eyes for a moment. She
was beginning to tear up. "I asked to meet with Abi, and she suggested
that we meet here."
"Why?"
"Because, I was... curious. After having that amazing sex with you,
Jordan, I wanted to learn more, and experience more."
Abi looked over at Jordan, a bit surprised when I revealed that we had
made love earlier.
"Lexa? You and Jordan?"
"Abi didn't know about us, Jordan, and we made sure to keep it that way
so you can't blame her for what she did."
Jordan placed her hand on her hip, looking back and forth between the
two of us. The angry look on her face slowly began to fade, and was
replaced by a smile. Abi and I were both caught off guard.
"So you two actually fucked right here on the floor in the library?" she
asked, with her special grin.
Abi and I both nodded at first without saying anything.
"We kind of lost track of where we were," I said, blushing.
"And what was it like going down on Abi, Lexa?"
I looked over at Abi, who was still on the floor, peering at me with a
frightened look.
"It was... different," I began, with a smile, "but definitely
incredible."
Abi's scared look turned into a smile as she looked up at Jordan and
back at me.
"Of course it was," Jordan grinned, reaching out a hand to help Abi up.
"She learned from the best after all."
Abi stood up with Jordan's help, brushing herself off and holding her
skirt down.
"So you're not mad, Jordan, because I didn't mean to do anything wrong I
just haven't had anyone since I was with you and I was really horny and
stuff and Lexa complimented me, and..."
"It's fine, squirt," Jordan said. "Actually, I noticed you two ogling
each other yesterday. And, I was the one who encouraged Lexa to
experiment."
"I guess you're right," I smiled. "What about the librarian though?"
Jordan looked over at Abi.
"She knows the answer."
I looked over at Abi with a confused expression. Abi smiled softly.
"The librarian always takes a 20 minute coffee break just after 10."
Abi and Jordan both smiled.
"So... you knew she was going to be gone?" I asked.
Abi nodded.
"Yep."
"And you just assumed you'd be able to get into my pants so easily?"
"Yep," she grinned.
Abi and Jordan both began to giggle as I sneered at them both.
"You two are terrible," I said, smiling, "taking advantage of me like
that."
"Hey, all we did was give you a little push in the right direction,
Lexa. You just took the next logical step each time."
I placed my hand on my hip, unable to keep myself from blushing in front
of the two girls who had made love to me.
"So where do we go from here?" I asked, playfully.
"Well," Jordan began, looking over at Abi and then back at me, "have you
ever wondered what it's like to have sex with two girls instead of one?"
Jordan winked at me, as Abi smiled and gave Jordan a hug from behind,
keeping her eyes on me the whole time. The two had already shown me what
it was like to fall into a pool of endless bliss. Whatever they had in
mind for later was bound to have me drowning in lust yet again...
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