6 comments/ 53571 views/ 19 favorites Celeste's College Adventures Ch. 01 By: vyronika_knight It had seemed like my junior year of college was going to be perfect. My assigned roommate never showed up, so I had a double room all to myself. I had rearranged everything to my exact liking and sprawled my things all over the place- well, as much as one can sprawl in a small dorm room. I had no 8am classes- and 4 out of the 5 classes I enrolled in were in the same building. Ah- the joys of having most of your gen-ed out of the way. Less than three weeks into the semester, it all came crashing down on me. I came back to my room after my last class of the week- on a Thursday no less- being an art student does have its perks- to find the RA, Tabitha, and some strange black haired girl standing in my room, moving things around. "Excuse me, my room. What's going on?" I said, more than a little perturbed that people were in my room, touching my things. "This is your new roommate, Kara. She's a transfer sophomore. I'm sure she'll be a positive influence on you and you can help her adjust to her new school," my RA replied in her way too perky voice, completely ignoring my pissy tone. She was a sorority girl and she was trying her damnedest to make sure she embodied every stereotype. I looked them both up and down, trying to decide whether to scream at them or just scream in general. Kara apparently misunderstood my look and grinned a devilish grin at me and looked me up and down with one eyebrow raised in appreciation. I felt the heat rush into my cheeks so I quickly turned and started moving some of my things to my side of the room, which would be the one closest to the window, of course. Once my back was to them, I decided that I needed to speak. "Welcome Kara, I'll get your half of the room cleaned out as quickly as I can. I don't need any help- I'd rather move my stuff myself. Maybe Tabitha can show you around campus and I'll be done by the time you guys get back." I could hear Tabitha whispering and I already knew what she was saying. It was what several of the girls in the dorm said about me and only a few had the guts to say to my face. I'm anti-social. I'm aloof, I'm bitchy, I'm too good to hang out with the other girls. So, I didn't want to join a sorority. That doesn't mean I'm anti-social. So, I find most of the conversations the girls in the dorm carry on to be drool, demeaning to women and just plain boring. I don't care who is screwing who on whatever TV show is hot at the moment, nor do I care if Professor Albertson is packing something in his way too tight jeans or not. I am a nerd, and I am picky about who I spend my time with- and I was praying that Kara would be someone that I could bear to spend at least a little time around. The library was only open so late these days. "We'll give you an hour," Kara said in a playful tone. She looked me up and down again and subtly licked her lips before walking out of the room. What the hell kind of room mate did they assign to me? It was actually two hours later when I was dragging her steamer trunks out of the hall and into the room. So much for my semester of sprawl. All the furniture was lined up as it was supposed to be and all of my things were crammed into my half. I had just lain down on the bed to rest when Kara came in the room. "Good job, Celeste. I would have been more than happy to help you, but Tabby told me you're antisocial and don't like people around," she said, flopping on my bed beside me. "It's not that," I stammered, taken aback and impressed at the same time by her honesty. "no?" she asked, looking over at me grinning. "So you're a social butterfly then?" "Um, no." I mumbled. "I'm just picky" "Well, if it's not too far beneath you, I'm going down to the Strip to see what's going on. I think it would be cool if you came with me- a nice little room mate bonding adventure." She raised one delicate eyebrow at me in challenge. "If that's not your scene...." I propped myself up and took a long look at her. What was she trying to do? She'd just met me and here she was taking it upon herself to be my social savior. I wasn't ready for that. I mean, someone besides me was lying on my bed! That was about all the personal space invasion I could take for one day. "I think I'll pass this time. I'm kinda beat from moving everything around," I replied, looking down at the floor. It was nice to be invited somewhere. She shrugged. "Maybe next time," she replied, with a smile. And it was a real smile- the kind that meant she really would try again. I went about my normal routine, and as she was about to leave to go to the Strip, it was late enough for me to go to the showers. I was gathering up my bath-bag when she asked me what I was doing- I think she thought I might have changed my mind about going out. I explained that I showered between the hours of 11:30pm and 1am to increase my chance of being alone in the communal showers. I didn't like to be around all the other girls. I hated listening to their gossip as they shouted from stall to stall. I expected her to laugh. My last room mate did. But instead she just smiled and said something about it being good that I was doing my part to keep the morning traffic down in the girls' rooms. I was beginning to get the feeling that I would be able to live with her for a semester. She was very to-each-their-own and laid back. I didn't see her much over the weekend- I was working all three days and she was in and out a lot. I noticed posters hung on her side, a new rug for the middle of the room, and various other little things. Monday morning was a surprise though. I showed up for my first class and there she was, sitting two desks over from my normal seat. "Art or art history?" I asked, slipping into my desk. She looked up and smiled. "Art, with an art history minor, you know in case I have to teach," she replied with a wry grin but a sparkle in her eyes. "You?" "Art history, but I'm hoping to teach," I replied in my usual apologetic way. Most people didn't understand that I was completely aware of the future job prospects in my chosen field and still I continued down that degree path. We chatted a bit more- she told me about the art program at her old school- until the teacher came in and began class. After class, she slipped out before I could ask if she wanted to join me for lunch and honestly, I was a little disappointed. So, I ate lunch alone, went to class then went off and did my scholarship hours filing in the admissions office and went to work. When I came back to the dorm, she was already asleep, so I grabbed my bath bag and went to the computer lab to kill a couple of hours. Tuesday was another surprise- my second class of the day, she was there again. "You know, I'm going to think you're stalking me," she said jokingly as she sat down beside me. "Hmm, seems like you've got that backwards. I think you might be stalking me." I replied in kind. "Would you really mind if I was?" she said, with her eyebrow raised in question and that witchy grin of hers that made me blush. I was surprised with myself though- I had a witty comeback off the cuff "I've had worse stalkers. At least I know if you steal my panties, they're just on the other side of the room." She laughed so loud people in the hallway looked in. I was a little embarrassed, but then I laughed along because I realized that it wasn't just what I'd said that made her laugh so much- she had opened her backpack and stuck to her plush binder was a purple velvet thong. "Just remember, I could carry them around with me first," she whispered as the teacher walked in the room. Over the next couple of weeks, we established a kind of pattern. Lunch on Mondays and Wednesdays turned into lunch pretty much every day and dinner at the café on campus where I was meeting lots of new people whenever I didn't have to work. We were really beginning to become friends. She extended her invitation to come to the Strip again. It had only been three weeks since the last time she'd tried, but I decided to accept her challenge. After all, it was going to be the first time in a month and a half that I wouldn't have to work the following Friday. It would be a shame to waste an opportunity like that sitting in the library. "Ok. I'm game. What should I wear?" Her surprise was visible. "Seriously? Wow. Cool." And somehow I could tell that she meant it. An hour later we were walking out the door. I let her dress me, kind of. It seemed to make her day that I let her dig through my closet. I drew the line on the short skirts though. I was ok with being seen, I just didn't want that much of me to be seen. Once we got to the Strip, it seemed like she knew everyone. Every time we turned around, someone was shouting "Hey Kara!" She would wave, say hi, introduce me to people and we would all chat for a bit before moving on to another person. I think a couple of guys hit on me, but it had been so long since I'd even thought about dating someone, I wasn't sure. Boys were handing her drinks everywhere we went. She was young, attractive and outgoing- the perfect pick up target. I guess the drinks were why I thought nothing of it when she started touching me more- stroking my hand as we were sitting a table talking to someone she had met in her biology class. She appeared to be engrossed in the conversation so I thought the touching was just like a fidgety thing that she did when she got drunk- something she didn't even realize she was doing. It was almost 2 am when she said she was ready to crash out, so we started walking back to the dorm. I think I had met more people that evening than I had ever met in my entire life, and strangely, it didn't bother me the way copious amounts of people usually bothered me. It had actually been kind of fun. She grabbed my hand and pulled me over to her. "Have fun?" she asked, grinning like someone who had just won a battle of wills. "Yeah, I did actually," I replied, feeling ok with being conquered. "Good. You'll have to come out with me again. People seemed to really like you- you must put off some good vibe or something." I was a little embarrassed. "Hrump. Maybe- I think they like you. No one offered me drinks." "Oh god! I know! You're so lucky in that. Do you know how hard it is to get rid of a drink without them seeing you? I hate to be rude, but I am not interested in going to jail for underage drinking or getting the bar in trouble. Besides, I don't think I look that easy. At least get to know me a bit before blowing six bucks on a drink to try to get me to go home with you!" I was surprised. I had thought for sure she was drunk. "So, you're not drunk?" I asked, dumbfounded. "Not at all. Why? Was I acting like an airhead or something?" Her bright green eyes were sparking as if she knew something I didn't. "No... it just didn't realize, I guess." I stumbled with my words, unsure of what to say, or if I really wanted to say anything or not. We were back at the dorm by this time and I decided I didn't want to be in the room with her. I just didn't know what to think or what to say. Maybe she was just friendly- she *was* very social, after all. I just didn't have friends that interacted the way she did. None of them had ever put their hand on my thigh, or stroked my arm. Or looked at me the way she had. She saved me from having to come up with an escape plan. "I'm going to go shower, I'll see you in the morning?" I yawned so big my face hurt. "Yeah, I'm all out of energy. I forgot what it was like going out and being social. I think we may have to ramp up to normal social behavior for me," I said, smiling as much as I could. "Ah you've gone out with me now, so I know it's possible to get you out in a true public place- you know -one not on campus. Just wait until next weekend. If you're not working Friday morning, you're so going with me." She had a big smile on her face and it made me feel good that she wanted to hang out with me more. I was realizing just how much I had alienated myself. After she left, I changed and got in the bed and was out before she ever came back. It was late afternoon when I woke up. She was sitting on her bed, writing on her laptop and listening to her iPod. She nodded to me as I stumbled across the room. "Where you going like that?" "I'm going to go shower to get the smoky smell out of my hair," I said, scooping up my shower bag. "Eat afterwards?" she asked. I nodded and my stomach rumbled for emphasis. "Be back soon. They should be empty at this time on a Friday." I was standing under the water, letting the shower just wash away my worries. It had been a kind of intense week, new social butterfly metamorphosis notwithstanding. I heard some one open the door and I couldn't help but get all tense. Community bathrooms had taken A LOT of getting used to for me. Back at home, I didn't even share a bathroom with my family members. Thankfully, the showers here had little changing areas that were curtained off in front of them so it wasn't like the nightmare showers I'd heard about as a freshman. I listened for a few and didn't hear anyone, so I assumed they must have changed their minds. I went back to my unwinding. My eyes were closed, water was running down my face and I was just breathing deeply when I felt her touch me. My first instinct was for my eyes to pop open and to push her away, but a voice inside me said relax. Anyone could be touching me- invading my privacy in a HUGE way, but the voice also told me that I knew who it was. Panic was just under the surface though- this went more than a little beyond friendly. Her fingers traced down the side of my face, along my jaw line, down my neck and onto my collar bone. I was still, eyes closed, breathing deep. Her other hand gently went along the curve of my breast, down my ribcage and rested on my hip. I bit my bottom lip unconsciously. "You're even more beautiful than I thought you would be," she whispered, her face much closer to mine than I realized. "May I kiss you?" she asked, sounding so vulnerable. I nodded, unable to find my voice, and afraid to actually speak. I stepped out of the water enough that it was still on my back, but no longer running down my face. Her lips touched mine very gently. They were so soft and smelled of peaches. One hand still on my hip, the other moved to my face as she began kissing me harder and faster. None of the boys I'd ever kissed had felt like her. Her body was pressed against mine in a way that felt so natural to me. "Have you ever kissed a woman before?" she asked, between kisses. "No. Have you?" I responded, afraid too many words would make her stop. "ummmhum," she responded, her lips on mine. The vibration between our lips was an interesting sensation- almost like a low level shock. Her tongue wrapped around mine and she pulled me tighter to her. I felt my heart rate jump up a notch and my breathing got shallower. Her hands were moving all over my body and I realized that I could touch her too. I began, timidly, trying to mirror her touches. She pulled back a little and started caressing my breasts, rubbing my nipples with her thumbs. I was biting my lower lip hard and I could feel the heat between my legs growing to an intensity I had never known. "Do you want me?" she asked, taking my hand and placing it on her small firm breast. I rubbed it, like I would touch my own, nodding in response to her question. I looked her up and down- she was so perfectly beautiful. Her skin was a soft golden color all over- not like she tanned, but like she was born that way. She had the subtle hour-glass shape of a woman that liked to play outside. Not athletic enough to be boyish and not voluptuous enough to be gaudy. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anyone- more than I even knew I *could* want someone. She brushed her finger ever so gently across my clit and my eyes rolled back in my head. "How long has it been since someone pleasured you the way you deserve to be pleasured?" she asked, her voice soft and breathy. I was embarrassed. I'd never had sex - with a boy or a girl. I had dated in high school, a little, but the only one I'd ever gotten serious with had never been willing to 'return the favor', not that I had gone down on him more than a handful of times. "I've never actually been with anyone," I finally mumbled. "Really?" she said, with a mix of excitement and doubt. I nodded. She kissed me hard. "Well then, I think we have some catching you up to do," she said, reaching up to move the shower head to point at a wall. "Give that a minute to warm up the tile. In the meantime, I think I need to give your breasts some much needed attention- as long as you don't mind." She looked at me, waiting for me to let her know that it was ok to proceed. I smiled and nodded, timidly. "This is just really strange for me, like in a not real way. Not in a bad way though," I said, wanting her to understand that I felt like I was in a dream and that in a moment I would wake up and be terribly disappointed. She smiled then bent her head down and began sucking on my nipples gently- flicking her tongue softly then hard as they drew up into hard little buds. It felt like little shocks along my entire body every time she did it. Nothing I'd ever done to my own breasts while masturbating even came close to the amazing way her mouth felt on me. She attended to each of my breasts, then kissed up to my neck. Pulling my wet hair off my shoulder and neck, she kissed up to the base of my ear, then started nipping at the sensitive spot behind my ear that I didn't even know existed. I moaned unintentionally, feeling like my legs were weak beneath me. She nipped at my earlobe. That was certainly an erogenous zone no one had ever explored on me before. My stomach was fluttering and my body was tingling from just that little bit of attention. She reached up and moved the shower's spray to the other wall and gently maneuvered me against the warm spot. "Lean back," she said, crouching in front of me. All of a sudden, I got terribly nervous. She ran her hands up and down my legs. "Such lovely legs. You really shouldn't hide them in those baggy pants." She kissed the inside of my knee and started moving up. Gently, she pushed my legs apart so she could kiss the inside of my thigh. "Celeste- don't worry. I'll be gentle." She said looking up at me, sensing my anxiety. "If you don't want me to, I won't," she was watching my face carefully. "I do, but," I said, embarrassed for reasons I didn't even know. I took a few deep breaths. "I do." I finally said, with confidence. "I do want you to." My hair was neatly trimmed- it was an OC kind of thing for me. I couldn't stand it not looking right when I wore certain panties. I was so turned on, my clit was poking out a little- bright red and oh so sensitive. She touched me first, watching my face the whole time. Her delicate fingers traced gentle strokes along my lips, then small circular motions on my clit- just barely touching. It was so strange to feel someone else's fingers there. I was relaxing with each stroke. When she slipped her fingers in my wet pussy and lowered her mouth to my clit, all anxiety left my body. The first caress of her tongue had me seeing stars, in a good way. She had ahold of my hips with both hands as she licked harder and faster. She alternated long, hard licks with fluttery lashes. My head was tilted back, my breath coming faster and faster. I could feel my orgasm building- my legs were already beginning to feel hot and tingly. My feet were buzzing with the energy. I tilted my hips towards her, needing more, wanting more, amazed at how unselfconscious I felt with her hands and mouth all over my naked body. She took two fingers and began pumping my pussy as she licked hard and fast. I was rocking my hips in time with her, grinding against her, moaning softly. I felt it come up from my toes, moving up my legs like fire. "I'm about to come," I said breathlessly. She didn't stop, slow down or anything. The fire was in my thighs then it erupted all over my body as my knees went weak, my back arched off the tile and I moaned "Oh my god," much more loudly than I think I had ever done in my life. I realized she was holding me up with both her hands, her mouth still on my clit. When she made eye contact and I started to stand on my own, she began licking me again. My knees went totally weak and I slid down the wall. Celeste's College Adventures Ch. 01.5 ** NOTE ** i know it's terribly short, which is why it's 1.5 instead of 2, but I've been swamped with my day job and haven't been able to do any of the things I love, like write. Chapter 2 just needs a little finishing work- I'm glad so many of you want to read more and I'm sorry for taking so long! Thx! - V * Christmas break had been like hell for me. I had wanted nothing more than to go back to school, back to my dorm room, and return to the blissful life I had been living for the past two months. Kara, my room mate and girlfriend, had gone back home to visit her parents for the break, and I had done the same. They didn't really give us the option of staying over the two and a half week 'vacation', so technically we didn't have any choice in the matter. I had toyed with the idea of asking her to come home with me and meet my family, but I thought I had better feel my parents out first. Fortunately for me, my younger sister, in her usual way, caused a huge scene by announcing the moment she made it home that she was pregnant by her 45 year old freshman comp teacher. Nothing I could say or do could top that. At least I had made it through almost three years of college before finding something that would probably make my parents both prematurely grey. My sister had done it without question in a semester. I bided my time and kept my mouth shut for two weeks. When I announced that I was a lesbian on New Years' Eve to my entire family over the champagne toast, I think my dad actually sighed in relief. Nothing was said about it the next day or the day after that, and I wondered if anyone even remembered me saying anything. I wondered if I should mention it again as they were helping me pack my car up to drive back to school. As I was loading the last bit of stuff in the car and getting ready to say my goodbye's my mom pulled me aside. "Are you sure?" she asked, tone neutral, expression impossible to read. I nodded, confident and surprisingly unapologetic. In my mind, being a lesbian was a far less crime than my sister's and it was certainly something that just felt like it was right for me. She smiled a little half smile. "I knew you'd find a path that was yours. I hope she makes you happy. And we really would like to meet her, when you're both ready." I was flabbergasted. I thought only parents on tv were so understanding and supportive. My shock must have been totally visible because she laughed. "You know, I wasn't always with your dad. Don't paint me into the mold of boring, vanilla mom. Just don't let what other people think make you walk away from something meaningful, ok?" My eyes began to well up with tears. My mom and I had always been close, but she was sharing something with me that I don't think she'd ever shared with anyone. I couldn't speak, so I just nodded furiously. She hugged me, kissed the top of my head and said "I love you, Celeste. Don't ever doubt that." Twenty minutes later, I was pulling out of the driveway, already missing my family, surprisingly, but stomach flip-flopping in anticipation of seeing Kara again. We had texted several times over the break, but she was traveling with her family on their annual holiday ski trip, so she was often unavailable. I made it back to school in record time- actually; I was over 7 hours too early to check back into the dorm, so I slept in the car, waiting for 9am to come. We had a day to move stuff back in, then classes resumed. Since I was so early, I had prime parking and it only took me three trips to unload everything. Then I sat in the room and waited. And waited. I called Kara to see where she was- no answer. I texted her -- no reply. I was beginning to worry. I passed out in the bed around mid-night, no sign of her at all. I drug myself to class the next morning. I was so glad it was the first day and I wouldn't be expected to actually learn anything. I was exhausted and more than a little distracted. The hour and a half class ended after less than 30 minutes as all she did was hand out the syllabus and review her attendance policy. I sat in my desk wondering what to do as everyone else filed out of the room. I tried texting Kara again- still no response. I was leaning over, digging in my bag for a book to read when someone scared the hell out of me by poking me in the ribs from behind. I whipped around to confront them and immediately lost myself in her sparkling green eyes. She smiled a huge smile before plopping herself on the table of my desk. "Miss me?" she asked playfully. "Miss you?! I've been worried sick about you!" I said, my eyes hopefully reflecting the concern I felt inside. She furrowed her brow a little and made a little sad face. "I'm sorry. We almost got snowed in. I didn't mean to worry you- the battery on my phone has been dead since yesterday- no time to charge it when you've got less than 2 hours to get out of town, you know." I wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her. "I'm just glad you're back now. It was terrible without you- I couldn't sleep to save my life." "Me neither, see?" she replied, pointing to the barely visible dark circles under her eyes. She always looked perfect to me, even when her was hair sticking all up and her face smooshed into the pillow. She started looking around the room. "When is the next class in here?" "In about an hour. Why?" Her eyes were locked on the projection booth at the back of the classroom and she wore a naughty grin. "How much did you miss me?" she asked seductively, spreading her legs a little and letting my hand fall into her lap. Heat was radiating from her. The pre-Kara me would have been terribly embarrassed, blushed brightly, stammered a little and said no way. The new-improved me raised one eyebrow and without missing a beat, replied "Care to let me show you?" She took my hand and led me over to the booth. She opened the door that was unintentionally ajar and pulled me inside. It was actually a lot bigger than I thought. There were two chairs in the back and three projectors in the front, which was a big pane of glass. I was nervous and excited, and very aroused. She pushed me down into one of the chairs and hiked her corduroy miniskirt up around her waist so she could straddle me, face to face. I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to me, looking up at her in anxious expectation. She took my face in her hands and kissed me hard. "I thought about you all the time," she said between kisses. "I couldn't wait to get back to you." "Longest two and a half weeks of my life," I replied. I wanted to taste her, to feel her fiery clit, to make her body tremble. My hands were all over her- such a tactile playground- cable knit tights, corduroy skirt, chenille sweater, her silky soft hair and velvety skin. Velvety skin I could hardly wait to have my lips all over. I must have spent 5 minutes just petting the different areas of her body, comparing the sensations. "I got you a present," she said, digging in her pocket. She fumbled with something small for a moment before pressing it down in my crotch. I jumped from the initial sensation of it and she giggled, pleased that it produced such a response. It was a small vibrator- less than 3 inches long and about as big around as my thumb. But it was a strong little thing- through my heavy jeans I was certainly feeling its effects -- the hot gush surprised me. "Like it?" she asked, her voice sultry and a come-hither look on her face. I nodded, words escaping me. It had only been pressed against me for about a minute and I was on the verge of an orgasm. "I brought home a whole box of goodies for us to play with. This is just a teaser." My eyes got huge, and she laughed playfully. I'd seen sex toys online, I'd even bought a gag-gift vibrator for a friend from Spenser's but to actually use them- with another person, this was going to be quite an adventure. She turned it off and tucked it back in her pocket. "So- I seem to recall you were going to show me how much you missed me?" she said, reaching down to reveal that her cable knit tights came with a snap in the crotch and she wasn't wearing any panties. "I was thinking of you when I bought them." She slid her fingers into her pussy and pulled them out- slick with her juices. She was about to lick them clean but I grabbed her hand and pulled them to my mouth instead. She tasted so sweet. "Sit in the chair- on the edge- and spread your legs," I commanded. She stood up so that I could give her the chair and did as she was told. Slouched down in the chair, she could just see over the projectors into the class room, and had a clear view of the main door that was currently almost closed. I kneeled before her, throwing her legs over my shoulders and without pomp or circumstance, began licking eagerly at her pussy. I had missed her so much- the smooth softness of her lips amazed me every time. I wondered if my lips were so pleasing on her tongue- I would have to remember to ask her later. She was dripping wet- I had to wipe the juices off my chin with my sleeve to keep from making any wet noises as I probed her with my tongue. "Finger me. Please, fuck me with your fingers," she whispered. I had been running my fingertips around the edge of her pussy as I flicked my tongue across her clit. I happily obliged to her request, sliding my index and ring fingers into her hot, throbbing pussy. There was nothing gentle or sweet about this tryst- I was ramming my fingers deep in her, glad that I had turned down getting acrylic nails with my sister over the break. My heart was pounding in my chest- I was having sex- lesbian sex, no less, in the projection room of a class in my major. The next teacher to teach in this class room was my advisor. If I got caught, I'd have to change majors, maybe even schools, and yet, I couldn't stop myself. I had missed her so much; I couldn't wait to have her. She was moaning softly and I could tell she was getting close to coming. "There's people in the hall. You'd better lick that pussy good and fast because we're not leaving here until I cum," she growled in a deep, authoritative voice I hadn't heard her use before. It made me think of spankings and corsets for some reason and I rather liked it. I flicked my tongue as fast as I could on her hard clit, sucking lightly, like I knew she liked. "Harder," she growled. I was getting so turned on from just her voice I knew I'd be skipping class to go back to our room for some more extensive play time. I sucked her clit harder and slipped a third finger into her pussy as I fucked her with my hand as hard and quick as I could. She cried out and ground her hips into my face as she came. I heard the voices of people as they entered the room and started moving chairs around. Still, I kept my tongue grazing across her clit until she relaxed back onto the chair. By the time the professor came to the booth, she was curled up on the floor and I was leaned over her- pretending to try to wake her up. "What are you doing in here?" the professor exclaimed, almost dropping her slide trays. I stood up quickly to face her. "Sorry Dr. Cook, Kara came back here to catch a nap since her plane arrived so late and I was just trying to wake her up for class." I was amazed at how smoothly the lie came. "Celeste, you know you guys aren't supposed to be in here," she scolded. "I know, I'm sorry- it won't happen again." I apologized, mentally trying to figure out if it could happen again sometime. Surely it wouldn't be too difficult to put something in the door so that it wouldn't quite catch when a professor shut it after class. Kara was doing a stellar performance of waking-up-from-being-asleep-on-the-floor. Dr Cook sighed and smiled. "I guess I can't be too tough on you guys, it is the first day back after all. Why don't you just grab a syllabus for each of you and take her back to the dorm and let her catch up on her sleep? We're not really going over anything today." I tried not to smile too huge. "That's a great idea, Dr Cook. I think that's just what I'll do." I pulled Kara to her feet and the two of us slid past the professor and into the class room. I grabbed my bag and two syllabi and tried really hard not to run from the room. I waited until we were out of the building to bust out laughing. It was so exhilarating- almost being caught- but not. The getting away with it was almost as good as the sex. "That was fucking amazing," she said, her eyes glowing, as she pushed me against the side of the building. "Ready for more fun?" she murmured in my ear. I was acutely aware of her body being pressed against mine in open public. There were people walking all around us- I stiffened. Then I remembered I had come out to my parents. They knew, already. The only people that mattered, mom, dad and Kara, already knew I was in love with a girl- at least I hoped Kara knew- we hadn't exactly exchanged those three words yet. I grabbed her hair in my hands, pulled her to me and kissed her hard. "Oh yeah. It's on. I have two and a half weeks to make up for. I hope you brought some Powerade," I replied smiling. This time I was wearing the come-hither look. She grabbed my hand and we did run all the way back to our dorm room. Celeste's College Adventures Ch. 01 Face to face with her, I was shy again. I was afraid to look at her, afraid of what her eyes might say. Surprisingly, she leaned in and kissed me. I could still taste her peaches mingled in with the salty taste of my juices. I let my legs stretch out in front of me and she straddled me on her knees. "Will you ever let me do that again?" she asked, caressing my face so tenderly. "Do you want to?" I asked, looking in her eyes, seeing her acceptance and then feeling the reality of what just happened slowly sinking in. "God yes," she replied, looking at me in a way that made me feel safe somehow. "I don't want you to think I'm some kind of tramp but all I wanted to do from the moment I met you is touch, taste and experience you. That's never happened to me. I had a girl friend in high school and I thought she hung the moon, but you, god, you can hang my moon, my stars and my sun and I don't even know your middle name!" I was embarrassed again by her attention. I had never had someone say those kinds of things about me. "Well, you have a whole semester to learn my middle name," I replied, trying to cover my embarrassment. "Well, you could finish showering and come back to our room and I could work on getting it out of you," she replied with a grin that promised things that my body was already interested in again. "I might be up for that," I replied, slowly standing up. She bounced up, her face glowing. "Don't make me wait too long," she said over her shoulder as she left to go back to our room. As I lathered up my hair I realized that this semester did have the potential to be the best yet, just not at all in the way I expected. I washed myself as quickly as humanly possible, dried off just enough to get my pajamas on and practically ran to my room. There were purple Christmas lights hung around the room that I didn't remember seeing before, but I was sure had to have been there because they were up around the ceiling and there were just too many of them for her to have put them up while I was showering. Candles flickered in purple glasses on the desk beside her bed while Enigma played softly from her iPod dock. "Thought a little romance might do you good," she said, looking up at me through her thick dark lashes. I stepped over to the bed where she sat cross-legged and tenderly ran my fingers through the hair around her face. I couldn't help it, but my breathing was already faster, and I could feel my body temperature rising. Her bright green eyes were peering up at me, expectantly, and I couldn't think of anything other than her, her touch and her kiss. I leaned down to kiss her, my hands on both sides of her face, marveling at how she just seemed to fit me perfectly. They began as gentle, brushing kisses, our lips finding each other, then fliting away, like butterflies going from one beautiful flower to another. As my hands moved from her cheeks to her hair, the kisses gained intensity, until she was on her knees, pressing hard against me as I nibbled on her bottom lip, one hand securely wrapped in her hair, the other on her breast, rubbing it through her silk cami. "Kara," I breathed in her ear as I nibbled her lobe. "Teach me to be your lover." Everything I was doing to her, every kiss, every touch, every nibble felt like the most natural thing in the world to me. My hands were doing things I didn't know they knew how to do, but the thought of my tongue on her clit intimidated me. "Just do what feels right," she whispered back to me, her breath catching as I nipped her neck before kissing my way down to her collar bone, then further to her breast. I took her hard nipple in my teeth through the silk, finding the texture to be quite appealing. I climbed up on the bed with her, kissing her hungrily again. Back and forth, we wrestled with who would be dominant before I won out, leaning hard into her, my hands on the small of her back. Carefully, I lowered her onto the bed, climbing on top, not wanting my lips to be from hers for longer than a second. I propped myself up to admire her for a moment. Her hair fanned out around her head like a dark halo and her eyes sparkled even more than they had earlier. "Do you want me?" I asked, echoing her earlier inquiry. "Yes," she sighed, hands running up my shirt, along my sides and around to my breasts. Her thumbs circled my nipples, sending tremors of pleasure through my body. My eyes rolled back and I reflexively bit my lower lip. She tugged on my shirt, hinting that I needed to take it off. I swept it over my head and tossed it across the room in one swift movement. Then I helped her remove her silk camisole and it went somewhere on the other side of the room as well. As I lowered myself onto her to kiss her again, the sensation of our breasts pressed together surprised me. I brought my knee up between her legs, pressing it carefully against her mound and gently rocking. Her silk shorts were more than a little damp and I couldn't help but smile knowing that it was because of me. As I kissed her, I reached down and started working her shorts off her hips. "Celeste- I want you bad," she moaned, reaching down to help me undress her. I started my downward trek, kissing her neck, her shoulders, taking my sweet time adoring her breasts. I kissed down her stomach, diverting to the right and kissing down the inside of her leg then back up the left side. She was shaved- completely from the looks of it, but a through inspection by my tongue would be required for me to know for sure. I traced my fingers daintily along the creases where her legs met the rest of her, blowing gently on her swollen clit. She raised her hips up, instinctually. I ran my index finger down over the hood of her clit, down her lips and back up, ever so gently. Seeing my hands on her excited me. I had never felt this kind of rush from any level of intimacy with guys. No wonder my life had seemed so empty for so long- I had been missing so much. I could smell her sweet musky scent and was insanely curious as to her taste. I lowered my mouth to her pulsing bud and began licking her, not thinking, just doing. She moaned loudly, hips raising to press my mouth against her harder. I held her hips, pulling her to me to give her what she wanted. My tongue slid all over her, her sweet wetness practically pouring out. I couldn't seem to get enough of her- her hard clit, her soft lips, my mouth was frantically moving between the two as I alternated between fucking her with my tongue and trilling the tip of my tongue on her clit. Playing flute in high school was finally paying off. She whimpered in pleasure as I slid two fingers in her tight slick pussy. She was rocking her hips back and forth along with me as I stroked her from the inside with my fingertips and the outside with my tongue. I gently sucked on her clit, feeling it pulse. She moaned louder. "God yes. Oh yes," she sighed. I wanted to feel her cum on me. I wanted to feel the tremors run down her legs and her back arch up off the bed. I started flicking my tongue up and down, fast and hard on her clit. Pressing my lips tight to her, sucking gently and flicking my tongue, was getting her close. Her legs were tensing up, hips still rocking in time with my curling fingers. She was panting now, moaning, whimpering and whispering my name over and over. She started to vibrate as the trembling in her legs took over her body and she exploded in orgasm, back arching off the bed just as I'd hoped. My mouth was locked on her, tongue still circling her clit, fingers shoved deep inside her. She ground down on me, as if I couldn't get deep enough for her. Her body collapsed down on the bed, tremors still racing from her toes to the top of her head. "No more, no more," she said breathlessly, fumbling to push my head away from her pounding clit. I wiped her juice from my chin, licking my lips appreciatively as I watched her twitch as the orgasm finished running through her. Her breasts were brightly blushed, her cheeks flushed and her eyes half opened in an ecstatic haze. "You're a natural," she said, her voice husky and soft. I crawled up beside her and laid on my side, head propped up to look at her. I gently traced circles all over her glistening body. Eventually, she rolled over onto her side, pressing her body back against mine as tightly as she could. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her even more close, burying my face in her soft hair. "Perfection," I whispered in her ear. "Utter perfection." "ummhum," she responded, drifting off into sleep. And for the first time in my life, I closed my eyes and I too drifted off easily into a warm, comfortable sleep.