10 comments/ 72532 views/ 6 favorites Deena By: hunterwren "You have pretty feet." I looked up to see who was speaking. It was Deena, a freshman who lived on my floor. She had long black hair and beautiful olive-brown skin and dark exotic features that made her look as if she was from somewhere far away...Indian maybe, or Polynesian. Later, when we were friends, she told me that she was from New Jersey. Her mother was Jewish and her father was Cuban. The mix worked; she was a gorgeous girl, maybe 5'3", with a great little body and an infectious smile. I spent the first semester of that year avoiding her. I was her R.A., her Resident Assistant, after all, and I didn't want to get in trouble. But the breathtaking sight of her roaming the hallways in nothing more than a t-shirt and shorts, with her hair down and that mischievous smile, had provided me with a distraction that I couldn't deny. I wanted her. It was the end of February, on an unusually warm day, and I was studying in the common room of our floor, a place I usually avoided, but I was feeling lonely. Since the last spring, when I'd broken up with Kate, my first real girlfriend, I hadn't been with anyone, except for the few times I had sex with this beautiful blonde girl in my theater class. But she had a Eurotrash boyfriend, and she wanted to have a threesome with him. She was a sex maniac; one of those teenage girl models all grown up who wants to tell you about all the girls she fucked while she was posing for catalogs in Japan. I didn't believe half the things she told me, but she was an expert at eating pussy, and I missed sleeping with her, especially when she broke out the strap-on...but anyway... I was in the common room my bare feet leaning on a chair in front of me Deena sat down. I didn't notice her at first. I was trying to finish "All the Kings Men" for my Southern Literature class that night and I was barely making a dent. She sat down on the sofa opposite me and opened a notebook. I noticed her feet as well. Sandals. A pedicure. Creamy nail polish. Her bare legs, looked freshly shaved. I looked up at her and smiled. She smiled back. "Thank you," I said. "You have cute feet too." She smiled again, and that, I thought, was that. When I look back on our first few meetings, I guess I should have realized that she was just as attracted to me as I to her. Attracting women (and men), was never a problem for me. I'm about 5'7", 120 lbs, with short brown hair and green eyes. My boyfriends in high school always told me I was beautiful. Sometimes I wish I was less WASP-ish looking, but I guess it works for me. I began college in the theater department, but now I wasn't so sure it was the right thing for me. I dated only boys at the beginning, but I was always meeting women, mostly in my theater classes who were willing to experiment. As my Junior year began, I met Kate, a stunning graduate student from England. We spent about ten months together, before she homesickness became too much for her. It was obvious to our friends that I put more into the relationship than she did, but at the time I didn't care. I was in love. And the sex was fantastic. After we broke up I decided to move back into the dorms and become an R.A. The money was right (free room and board) and being away from the student ghetto made it easier to forget Kate. I didn't have to walk past all of our old haunts anymore. But it seemed a little wrong for me to be lusting after a girl on my floor, even though she was a consenting adult, and I wasn't her instructor. I was a senior and she was a freshman. But she seemed more mature than most freshman girls, and as I got to know her I learned that her father was a history professor at Princeton and her mother was a photographer. She'd traveled a lot growing up, and she had a couple of siblings that were much older than her. So there I was, sitting across from her in the common room and we were admiring each other's feet. Mine were unpedicured (and unpolished), but I took care of them, and I guess they were better than most. After that we were silent for awhile. I raced through a particularly boring chapter and then another, and then I watched her scribble in a notebook for a few minutes. I guess I was staring. Finally, she looked up. "I was going to go to the cafe," I said. "The one next to the music building. Would you like to join me?" "Okay," she said. We walked the long way, avoiding the steep hill just outside of our dorm, and passed through the main campus. Deena said "hi" to several people, including a couple of professors, as we approached the cafe. Obviously, I wasn't the only one who was taken with her We sat down in the cafe and ordered drinks. It was clear, after only a few minutes of talking, that she wasn't nearly as innocent as I had been lead to believe, but still she was young, and not nearly as jaded as most of the women I knew at school. She told me about the guys she'd met at school one of whom (the lucky bastard), she spent most of the previous semester with, although she dumped him after the Winter break. "He was really into porn," she said. "He was always surfing the web for stuff." "That's lame," I said. "All these guys I know do it," she said. "He wanted to do stuff with me that he saw in porno movies." "Typical." "And he was always asking me if I'd ever kissed a girl...he was obsessed with it. We went to this lame off-campus party once and these gross girls were making out on a couch in front of everybody. All the guys at the party were like, cheering them on. I watched him looking at me and then looking at them...it was such a turnoff. It was like he was leering, you know, like a dirty old man. That's when I decided to break up with him." I told her about some of my relationships, but I was afraid to come right out and tell her that I was basically a lesbian. I wanted her, but I didn't want to put it out there, at least not yet. Her friendship was more important. As the weeks passed we saw more of each other. We saw movies together and spent a lot of time in the common room. We went swimming together at the pool in the new athletic center that was right across the street from our dorm. She was good swimmer, and matched me lap for lap. Of course, my favorite part was when we'd dry off and sit at our lounge chairs and talk. We touched each other a lot; she didn't mind when I would grab one of her legs, or give her a playful punch. And she was flirty with me as well. Asking me about guys, telling me how pretty I was. After the pool, we'd sometime get a drink, before going our separate ways; she to the library, me to one of my night classes, until the night before the beginning of Spring Break. She'd told me that she was going to Florida with her family for the week. I was staying on campus to finish a paper. I was feeling nervous about our friendship. I felt like a week apart might change things. I wanted to say something to her, but I couldn't figure out how I was going to do it and what I might say. It was a particularly cold night. We were both bundled up in coats and hats. My hands were bare, hers were in stylish leather gloves that her mother bought her on a trip to Italy. We were freezing and as we walked up the steep hill (to save time) she shivered and I put my arm around her and squeezed tight. Then she put her arm around me and I walked up the hill suddenly feeling very warm. When we got to the top of the hill we separated and she took one of my hands into hers and looked into my eyes. I made a joke about how chapped my hands were from the cold and she frowned and rubbed both of them with her gloved hands to warm them up. "That feels good," I said. "I'm glad," she said. "You looked really cold" We began walking and she seemed distracted. I stopped. "Deena," I said. "What?" she asked. I looked at her and suddenly felt very scared. "Nothing," I said. "It's stupid..it's just that I'm going to miss you." "I'm going to miss you too." We began walking again and she looked at me and smiled. "What?" I asked. "Nothing." "Oh...now you're saying nothing." She laughed. "I was just curious." "About what?" "You never asked me if I'd kissed a girl." "Well, I wanted to ask you" My heart began to pound. Was she asking what I thought she was asking? "Have you?" she asked. "Yes," I said. "That girl?" "What girl?" "That blonde girl. The really beautiful one. The one I saw you hanging out with last semester." "Anya?" "Is that her name?" "Yes." We walked in silence for a few seconds. "Did you...?" "What?" She blushed. "You know..." "Yes." "Oh..." "But it's over now." "Okay." I took her hand in mine and I purposely lead her to the path behind the library. We stopped and looked at each other and then I took her into my arms. She buried her face into my shoulder and I could feel her shaking a little. I kissed her head and she looked up. She seemed dazed. I kissed her on the lips. She kissed me back, and then we began making out. Then we sat on a bench on the path and held each other. "You didn't ask me if I'd kissed a girl," she said. "Have you?" I asked. "Yes." We laughed and then kissed again. "You're a good kisser," she said. "So are you," I said. She smiled and then seemed sad. "I'm leaving tomorrow," she said. "I know." "When I come back?" "I'll be here." "Okay." We made out a little more and then she went to the library and I went to my class. I could hardly concentrate. When I came back to the dorm I wondered if she was waiting for me. She wasn't. I went right to sleep and woke up early. I dressed and went over to her room and knocked on her door. She answered. She was packing and seemed a little freaked out when she saw it was me. "Hi," she said. "Hi," I said. "I just wanted to say good-bye." "Okay." "Is everything all right?." She smiled, shyly. "Yeah," she said. "I'm just packing." I looked past her and saw that her roommate was there, in bed, with the covers over her. "Sorry," I whispered. "That's okay," she said. "She sleeps through everything." "So I'll see you when you get back." "Okay." "Okay, bye." "Bye." I wanted to kiss her good-bye, but I didn't want to mess things up. I left her at the door and waved. She smiled and waved back and I returned to my room. By the middle of the week, I began to doubt that what had happened between us would happen again. I was feeling sad and alone, having spent every day in the near-empty library. But on Thursday, after having dinner in the dining hall, I went back to my room and found an email from her. She said that she was bored and thinking about coming back early, maybe Saturday. Would I be around? My heart raced as I composed a response. I said that I would be waiting for her. Finally, Saturday came and I waited and waited for her to return to the dorm. I walked by her door several times during the day and after dinner. Late that night, just when I was beginning to give up hope, and I was reading something trashy just to keep myself distracted, my cell phone rang. I ran over to my desk and picked it up. "Hi," she said. "Hi," I said. A few seconds passed. "I'm back," she said. "I was beginning to worry that you weren't going to make it." "I've been back for a few hours, just hiding in my room. I guess I'm a little..." "Scared?" "A little.." "Don't be." "Okay." "Come over." "Now?" "Yes..." She fell silent for a few more seconds. "Okay," she said. I hung up the phone and laid down on the bed and caught my breath. I could feel myself getting wet . In a few seconds she was at the door. She opened it and closed the door behind her. She looked radiant. She leaned against the door for a second. I sat up on the bed and she walked toward me. I stood up and I could feel my body flush as I took her in. She was barefoot, and wearing a skimpy light blue t-shirt and striped boxer shorts. She pulled the band out of her pony-tail and her black hair fell down to her shoulders. I could see her belly peek out of her t-shirt as she came closer. The light from my desk lamp made her tanned skin glow. She came closer, putting her arms around my neck. I put my right hand on the small of her back and slid it down to her ass. She moaned and leaned into me. I leaned into her and our lips came together and she opened her mouth and our tongues met. "What do you want to do?" I asked. "Everything." We laid down on the bed and I got on top of her, pinning her down and locking my fingers with hers. We kissed again, more passionately this time and I could feel her body become more excited. I grinded my pussy into hers and kissed her neck. She put her hands under my shirt and caressed my back. "So nice," she whispered. "Pull it off," I said. She took my shirt off and I took off hers. Then she helped me take my pants off. We spent the next few seconds looking at each other. The excitement of the moment made us fall down on the bed again and we mashed our lips together even more violently. I took my hand and rubbed her warm pussy through her shorts. Then I moved down, taking her right breast into my mouth, swirling her nipple with my tongue. She put her hand on my mound, rubbing it gently. "Careful," I whispered. "You're going to make me come." "I want to," she whispered. I took her left breast into my mouth and sucked it. Her hand began to tremble as she rubbed me. "Feels so good," she said. I kissed her again and then ran my tongue down her belly, stopping at her shorts. I moved down and kissed her pussy through them and then began to pull them down. She was breathing hard and I looked up and her brown eyes widened. "You okay?" I asked. She couldn't speak. She nodded and then breathed in as I pulled her shorts off and got my first look at her beautiful, trimmed pussy. She was naked in my bed. I kissed the inside of her thighs, going from one to the other as I came closer to her pussy. "It's beautiful," I whispered. "Bikini wax," she replied. I looked up and we smiled at each other and then I went down on her, taking her wet pussy lips into my mouth and licking the folds around her clit. She breathed in again and I put my hands under her ass and began to lick her slowly. She moaned and bucked from under me, her legs wrapping around me as her breathing became more labored. She caressed my head with her hands, softly pulling my hair. "I'm going to come," she whispered. I licked faster and her hips bucked and she erupted into a violent orgasm. She writhed under me, moaning with pleasure. When it was over, she took me into her arms and we kissed again. "Oh...my...God," she whispered. "Feel good?" I asked. "You don't even know." We kissed again and then she pulled down my soaked panties and we writhed around on the bed, feeling each other's bodies pressed against our own. She felt hot and wet in my arms. We lay down on the bed facing each other, kissing and caressing. Her skin was so soft and moist. "I want to lick every inch of you," I said. I licked the salty sweat off of her shoulders and I kissed her again, nibbling her neck and tonguing her ear. Then she began to rub my pussy, massaging my clit between two fingers. "That feels good," I said. "I want to make you feel good," she whispered and then she put two fingers inside of my drenched pussy and I lay back and moaned. Her hair fell against my body as she went down and licked my clit for the for the first time. "That feels really good," I said. "Okay," she said. She looked up and I pushed back her hair. "I want to see you," I said. She smiled and began fucking me harder while taking my clit in her mouth and lightly sucking on it and flicking it with her tongue. "Ohhhh, that's good...just like that," I said, and a wave of pleasure came over me. I arched back and I exploded under her. When it was over, she came into my arms and we kissed. I wrapped my legs around her tight little body and squeezed. "You're mine now," I said. "And you're mine," she said. We rested and she told me about her vacation. How distracted she was the whole time, and how she kept stealing away to her room to masturbate, thinking of me, and what might happen when she returned. Then we drifted off to sleep. When we awoke it was the middle of the night. We began kissing. "I have an idea," I said. I gave her my extra robe and we ran to the showers. We could barely make it to the stalls. She put her arms around me and I grabbed her ass, putting my finger down her crack and into her pussy. "Ooooh," she said. "I love that." She put her hands on my ass and pulled me toward her. "We're going to kill each other," she whispered. I turned on the shower and we continued to make out under the water. Then she began to soap us up and we rubbed against each other. I put my fingers further up her pussy and fucked her with them. Her eyes opened wide. She leaned against the wall of the shower and fucked my fingers. She put her hand against my breast and squeezed. Her eyes rolled back and she shuddered. I could feel her body convulse as she held on to me. I took my fingers out of her pussy and licked them. "You taste good," I said. Deena caught her breath. "Let me taste," she said. She grabbed my hand and pulled my fingers toward her mouth and sucked them. "Mmmm......" she said. I took my hand back and put two fingers in my pussy and then put them in her mouth. "You want that?" I whispered. "Yes," she said. She sucked my fingers clean and then kissed me. We dried each other off and ran back to the room. We had sex all night, drifting off to sleep and waking up and doing it all over again. We even kissed each other's feet. Deena Ch. 02 Sometimes you just feel safe with someone, even when they're a stranger. That's the way I felt about Kristen. She wasn't a total stranger. She was the R.A. on my floor, but we rarely spoke to one another, except when it was in groups. She carried herself like a real grown-up. I thought she was really beautiful. She looked like the kind of girls in my school that I had secret crushes on. She looked like she'd spent a lot of time out of doors and rode horses. She was tall, with long brown hair, fair skin. My parents would've called her WASP-y, which she was. She wore boots a lot; knee length black boots over jeans and this really cool suede jacket. I wanted to be her friend, but I was also attracted to her. It was something I couldn't fight anymore, my attraction to girls, especially after I hooked up with this girl in my high school right after graduation. We worked at this really lame clothing store in our town and even though we barely knew each other at school. We bonded over our hatred of our jobs and our bitchy manager. Jill's parents were psychologists and they were never home. We would go to her place after work and drink cocktails (her parents had a well-stocked liquor cabinet and they were the type to trust their daughter with anything). One night, when her parents her away, Jill just came right out and said that she was attracted to me. I always thought she was hot. She always wore these short mini-skirts to work that showed off her legs. And she had beautiful wavy brown hair that went down to her shoulders. She was a really sweet girl, but never in my wildest dreams did I think that something could happen between us. She told me that she'd been with a couple of girls before. We started making out in the living room after having a couple of Vodka tonics. Then we made out in her bed and then took a shower together. Then we got naked under the covers and kissed and explored each other for hours. She had the most beautiful breasts and it felt so hot when I caressed them and kissed them and sucked on them. It was heaven. Finally, I got up the courage to finger her pussy. She was so wet down there and within a couple of minutes she was coming. Then she did me. It felt so amazing. I didn't want it to stop. And it felt so nice to sleep in the same bed with her. We cuddled up together, waking up and making out and falling asleep again. We had sex again in the morning and was even hotter than the first time. But the summer was almost over. Jill was going to a small college in the Midwest and I was going to a school upstate, so we didn't have much time left. We hooked up only one more time before she left. We spent the day at her parent's summer home at the beach over Labor Day. And her parents were always around that weekend. It was driving us crazy. Finally after dinner on the last night, we took a walk along the beach and put down a blanket in a dune where no one could see us and had sex for the second and last time. We promised to email and call each other, but by the end of the first semester of school, we were talking and writing less and less. And I started dating this guy who was nice, but he was too immature. I couldn't stand his friends. Then I saw Jill during the Winter break and she told me that she had a girlfriend at school. It wasn't like I was going to see much of her anyway; she and her family went to Europe every year over the holidays. So I felt very lonely when I got back to school after the break. And I resolved to meet someone, or at least make friends with someone cool. So I set my sights on Kristen. The semester was going by very fast. I spent a lot of time with my roommate and made a lot of new friends. I was happy, but I felt that my crush was slipping away. I would see her in the hallway every other day, but I was shy around her, even though she always said "Hello," and gave me a warm smile. Her smile killed me. It was so warm and made me feel so good; that if I was her friend, I would be safe in a way that I wasn't, and if I became her lover, I would know happiness. I began to walk past her door every chance I got, which wasn't often, since I lived on the opposite wing of the floor. I usually went by at night, sometimes wearing nothing more than a baby T-shirt and men's boxer shorts or sweats. I loved to walk barefoot or in sandals, even when it was cold out and I noticed that she did as well. One night, really late, I saw a really tall, beautiful blonde girl leave her room. It was about 1:30 in the morning, I'd been up studying and I needed some caffeine. I walked past her room, with no expectation of actually seeing her. When I saw this girl open the door and leave, I immediately sensed that something was up. The girl walked past me and smiled, her hair was a little messed, like she had bed head, and she was wearing fresh makeup. She was really sexy, and she walked with a spring in her step as she'd just had an amazing time with someone. I knew immediately that she and Kristen were lovers. Somehow everything made sense at that moment. So the next day, when I walked into the study lounge at the other side of the floor and saw Kristen in there, that I had to act. She was lying on a couch with her feet up when I entered the room. I sat down and started reading a book. She seemed completely oblivious to my presence in the room. She didn't take her eyes off the book, but then she put the book down and sat up. And that's when she noticed me and smiled. "Hi," she said. "Hi," I said. She put her feet up on the table. They looked nice and strong. "You have pretty feet," I said. She smiled again. "Thank you," she said. "So do you." We went back to what we were doing and then she said that she was going into town to the cafe and invited me. I said yes, of course, and we spent the rest of the afternoon getting to know each other. At the cafe I told her about my ex-boyfriends. She seemed very interested, but I was afraid to tell her about Jill I didn't know how she'd react, even though I knew that she slept with girls. I didn't think that she had a girlfriend, but I wasn't sure. I figured that it was best to wait and see. The next few weeks were a blur. We saw so much of each other. One day, when I was in the gym, about to go on a treadmill, I saw her go downstairs to the pool. The next day I bought a new bathing suit and joined her. She was a really good swimmer. It was a turn on to see her in the pool. She had a great, athletic body. The best part was after we swam. We sat on the lounge chairs and talked and flirted. Then we'd get a drink or some coffee before running to class. I kept waiting for the moment to tell how I really felt about her. By that time Spring Break was approaching and I was going to Florida with my parents. I wanted to say something to her before I left. A couple of days before the break, we went swimming and had a drink and were walking back. It was freezing out and I noticed that she didn't have any gloves on. We took a shortcut up a hill across from the gym and Kristen put her arm around me and squeezed. I put my arm around her and when we reached the top of the hill my heart was beating really fast. We stopped walking and I rubbed her freezing hands. She told me that it felt good. Then she told me that she was going to miss me over the break. She seemed as nervous as I was. She said I seemed distracted She asked me if there was anything my mind. So I asked her. "I was just curious," I said. "About what?" She asked "You never asked me if I'd kissed a girl." "Well, I wanted to ask you" "Have you?" I got really nervous at that moment. I thought I had just blown it. "Yes," she said. "That girl?" "What girl?" "That really pretty blonde girl. "Yes." We kept on walking without saying anything. But I had to know. I wanted to her tell me everything. "Did you...?" I asked. She was blushing now. "What?" She asked. "You know..." "Yes, but it's over now." I felt so relieved when she said that. I knew she was telling me the truth and felt guilty that I hadn't said anything about Jill, but I couldn't figure out how to bring it up. Then Kristen took my hand and we walked behind the library, towards the dorms. Then we stopped again and she looked at me and smiled. She put her arms around me and we hugged. She kissed my forehead. I looked up at her and she kissed me on the lips. Then we sat on a bench and kissed again. I felt so happy. I opened my mouth and let her tongue touch mine. She was a really good kisser. Before long we were making out; she kissed my neck and tongued my ear, making me really hot, even thought I was so cold on that bench. I wanted to go back to the dorms and have sex with her, but I don't think that she was ready. She told me that I was a good kisser. That made me happy. I told that she was a great one. Then we stood up and walked around to the front of the library. I knew it was a good idea to go study, even though I knew that I would be almost impossible to concentrate, and she seemed intent on going to class. It was better to wait. The next morning she came to say good-bye. I hadn't really slept; thinking about her made me so horny, that I'd made myself come twice during the night. My roommate was around when she knocked, so when I opened the door she seemed a little distant. She smiled and we said our good-byes. I think that we both wanted more, but I was nervous. The best idea seemed to be to wait until after the break, when we could see each other again and talk. She'd given me her email address and I said that I'd email her from Florida. I watched her walk back down the hall in her jeans and boots and a feeling of lust came over me that was hard to shake when I closed the door and faced my roommate. The week in Florida was mostly boring and annoying. My parents were in a lousy mood. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I went back to my room every chance I got and masturbated. My parents sensed that I was distant, but they let me do my own thing. After we spent two days with my grandparents I think we were all ready to leave. I knew that Kristen was staying at school that week to finish a paper. After four days I couldn't take it anymore and I emailed Kristen that I was coming back to the dorms early, on Saturday night. I knew no one would be back yet, so it would be the perfect time for us to get together. She emailed me back almost immediately; saying that she'd be there and that she'd be waiting for me. After I read that, I couldn't get back to school fast enough. We left Florida the next day and then my parents drove me back to the dorms. They wanted to take me out to dinner, but I told them that I was tired and wanted to go to sleep. They understood and let me go. They helped me carry my stuff up to my room and when they left, I crawled into bed and took a nap. When I awoke, it was dark out, and for a minute I thought I had overslept and missed my chance to see her. I rushed to my phone and called her. She picked up immediately. "Hi," she said. "I'm back," I said. "I was worried." "I've been back for a few hours, just hiding in my room. I guess I'm a little..." "Scared?" "A little.." "Don't be." "Okay." "Come over." "Now?" "Yes..." "Okay," I said. I was so excited that I completely forgot that I was only wearing my T-shirt and boxers, and I was barefoot. I went to her door and knocked. She told me to come in. I opened the door and went in. She gave me this look that I'll never forget. I knew that she wanted me, and I felt like the most desirable woman in the world. It was so sexy! I pulled the band out of my ponytail and came toward her. Kristen stood up and I put my arms around her. We kissed and she held me tight. I was so excited to be with her at last. At that moment I knew that we were going to have sex and it was going to be incredible. We began kissing and she slid her hand down my back and squeezed my ass. She asked me what I wanted to do. Didn't she know? We fell down on the bed and she took control, which is exactly how I pictured it when I was playing with my pussy every night during the past week. She grinded into me and I gasped. I could feel her mound grind into mine through our clothes. Then we took our shirts off and she kissed my breasts, then licking then and sucking them. I rubbed her crotch, which felt so hot. Then I kissed and sucked her beautiful breasts. I lay down on her bed and watched as she glided her tongue down my belly. I was breathing so hard and my heart was beating so fast. She kissed my already drenched pussy through my shorts and then pulled them off slowly. She asked me if I was okay and I nodded. "You have a beautiful pussy," she said. "Bikini wax," I whispered. She laughed and then she put her lips right over the hood of my clit. I'd never felt so hot as when she began to caress my clit with her tongue, gently licking the outside of my slit, gliding it down around my lips and coming back up again and sucking on me. Then she put her hands under my butt and I lost control, with seconds I was coming in her mouth, the juices flowing out of me as I writhed under her. It felt so good, that I thought I was passing out. Then she came into my arms and kissed me. "Are you okay?" She asked. "Oh my God, " I said. "you don't even know how good that felt." We began kissing and holding each other on the bed. I wanted to make feel as good as I felt. I was a little scared. I had gone down on Jill at the beach but it was only for a minute. Now I was ready to go down on a woman and make her come with my mouth. First I pulled down her panties, which were soaking wet. Then we fell back on the bed. It felt so nice to be finally naked with her, and we explored each other, kissing and licking each other all over. I rubbed her pussy, taking her lips between my fingers and then gently caressing her clit. She told that it felt good. "I want to make you feel good," I said. Then I put two of my fingers inside her and she lay back on her bed moaning as I went down on her, licking her clit, tasting her as I moved my fingers in and out of her. She moved my hair out of my face. "I want to see you," she said. I looked up and smiled and then took her clit into my mouth. "That's good," she said. "Feels so good." I went slowly, licking and fucking her and I could feel her letting go, moaning softly as she came, her hips bucking. Then she took me into her arms and we kissed passionately, staring at each other for a moment when we stopped. "You're mine now," she said. "And You're mine," I said. She wrapped her strong legs around me and squeezed me. I'd never felt so in love and so safe with someone. Then we drifted off to sleep. In the middle of the night, we woke up and were all over each other. I felt so hot and the sweat was pouring off me as we tangled our legs together and kissed. She sat up on the bed and I got on top of her, my legs wrapped around her waist. "I want to carry you into the shower and fuck you," she said. We got out of bed and she gave me a robe. We slipped out into the empty hallway and went into the shower room. Kristen turned on the water and we took off our robes and we made out all over the room. She picked me up and I wrapped my legs around her and she leaned against the wall, her strong arms holding me as we kissed. Then we got into the shower and she put me down and we soaped each other up. She began fucking me with her fingers. I lifted my leg and she went deeper and moved with her. "Fuck me, fuck me," I whispered to her and as I came I held on to her and cried out. "I don't want this to end," she whispered. "Neither do I," I said. We dried each other off, went back to her room and made love again. Deena's Gift I switched off my computer and sighed, running my fingers through my long, blonde hair. It had been a long day, and I was ready for a good night’s sleep. Well, almost. There was one more thing I wanted to do before I hit the sack that night… Earlier that day, my girlfriend had presented me with a gift. I had been surprised, considering how it wasn’t my birthday or anything. I tore off the paper to reveal something I didn’t expect at all: a long, bright blue vibrator. It had a cord with a small remote, and a dial that controlled the vibrations. There was a clit stimulator, too. At first I was very embarrassed. Up until recently, I’ve never been sexually adventurous. I’m in my late 30’s and was married for 15 years. Since my divorce, I began to explore the bisexual scene – it had always intrigued me. I met Deena at a club and we began seeing each other on a regular basis. She’s younger than me, in her mid-20’s. She’s very wild, sexually speaking, and not to mention attractive, too. She’s tall, very thin, and muscular, but in a very feminine way. She has short, light brown hair. My favorite part is her breasts, which are B-cups and seem perfect in every way. Deena saw my face redden and laughed at me. “What’s the matter Joanna, never seen a ‘personal massager’ before?” “Why did you get me this?” I asked, trying to sound casual. “Because I can’t live without mine, and I think you should experience how great it feels,” she said. “Besides, I can teach you how to use it.” She taught me all afternoon in her bedroom. I must admit, I really loved the feel of it. When it was time for me to go home, I took the new toy with me and looked forward to using it later. And here I was, in my bedroom, undressing. I actually felt nervous. I had to laugh at myself. The vibrator wouldn’t care if I was a good fuck or not! I got naked and got under the covers. Though I’m no 21-year old, I’m still pretty proud of my body. I have large breasts and a curvy figure. I manage to stay in pretty good shape. My hair is long, I haven’t cut it in 2 years. I usually wear it up at work, but it was down tonight. I turned my radio up to cover up the noise. I have a 12-year-old and a 10-year old. They don’t know that their mommy is bisexual, not to mention that she gets sex toys from her girlfriend. I turned on the remote and the vibrator began humming. I put it right at the edge of my pussy lips. God, even that felt good. I couldn’t wait to get it inside me. I gently pushed the back of the vibrator. It slid into me pretty easily. I was really wet, but then it was really big. I got the whole thing in, enjoying the gentle hum. I moved it in and out of my pussy slowly, using the other hand to rub my breast. I turned the dial up and had to cover my mouth to keep from crying out. It was like being fucked and eaten at the same time. I began to play around with the clit stimulator, moving it around to find the best place. Finally I hit on a spot that was absolute ecstasy. My hips bucked involuntarily and I moaned. I elevated my ass into the air and moved against the vibration penis, pretending I was being fucked by some sort of superhero whose power was a magical dick! My play got rougher and rougher. Suddenly I had an idea. I turned around and got on all fours, keeping the vibrator inside me. I reached around behind. It was a little awkward, so I used my pillow for balance. I moved the vibrator in and out of my pussy, which was now dripping wet, fucking myself doggy style. “Ohhh,” I moaned softly, unable to contain myself. I moved the vibrator faster and faster. I took it all the way out and rammed it back in, causing myself to fall forward. I rolled over, knowing I was on the brink. I jammed the vibrator in and out of my pussy using both hands, my breathing becoming more like panting. I felt myself climaxing so I gave it one last push. “Oh God, yeah…oh fuck, oh fuck,” I was speaking at full volume, moving the vibrator around in circles inside me, making sure to keep the stimulator on my clit. My orgasm lasted for what seemed like forever. Finally I released my grip on the vibrator and switched it off, still using the stimulator to rub my clit. I pulled it out and placed it lovingly beside my bed. I fell asleep that night with a big grin on my face.