0 comments/ 101199 views/ 16 favorites Girls will be Girls By: genderbender Cynthia stared at the two girls huddled in the corner of the dimly lit room, at once shocked and mesmerized by what they were doing together. Her friend Lisa had warned her there might be some hankypanky among girls attending this rather bohemian party. Cynthia liked to consider herself sophisticated about such things, though in truth she'd never met anyone calling herself a lesbian. She knew the word. How could anyone miss it with the Ellen Degeneres thing splashed across the media? Of course, she'd heard rumors about classmates when she'd been in high school. Some of the girls she knew looked pretty butch to her but styles being what they are you couldn't really make too much of that. But these girls definitely had a thing going with one another. Cynthia sipped the glass of chilled wine, her attention moving about the room but inexorably coming back to the two girls. The brunette had long flowing hair framing her lovely face. She smiled and laughed, all of her attention focused on the blonde leaning close to her. They were holding hands and the blonde's arm was around the other girl's shoulders. Cynthia noticed the blonde's fingers toying with the thin strap of the brunette's camisole top in the most suggestive manner. When their lips touched in a brief kiss, Cynthia could feel the catch in her breathing. She'd never seen two girls kiss before, at least not in such an obviously sexual way. When they drew back from one another the blonde glanced in her direction and Cynthia instinctively turned away to avoid eye contact. Fortunately, Lisa stepped up to her at that moment carrying a tray with some oeurderves. She picked up a piece of cheese and nodded her thanks as her friend moved away. Instantly her eyes returned to the corner. She was shocked to see how things had progressed with the two girls! They were kissing again, this time with obvious passion, lips moving as heads turned. But it was the blonde's fingers spread over her partner's quite prominent breast that caught Cynthia's attention. Fingertips pressing into the heavy mound, then drawing together to capture the nipple protruding through thin cotton. Cynthia felt the tingling in her loins, surprised to realize how turned on she was witnessing these lovers making out so openly. Her reverie was broken by the touch of fingers on her waist, quickly followed by a firm breast nudging her arm. "They're quite a pair aren't they?" Cynthia recognized the voice and turned to face her recently assigned roommate Ginger, shocked that the gorgeous young creature didn't step back for a moment. That moment of brief intimacy included the surprising caress of breast upon breast, which in light of what was happening on the sofa was more than a little unsettling. "Do you know them?" It took all her concentration to keep from glancing back at the two girls, whose groans could now be heard above the din of party noise. "I saw them at another party last week." "And they were making out like this?" Ginger smiled, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips before she spoke. "It was a different kind of party. Most of the girls were making out." Cynthia translated that piece of information quickly, understanding that Ginger had probably been among those young women making out. "Oh." Ginger smiled more broadly. "Don't be such a prude. Bisexuality is in, didn't you hear?" Ginger squeezed her arm before turning to leave, her hips swinging sensually from side to side. Cynthia's eyes were wide in disbelief at the fact this libertine was going to share a room with her for the next nine months. Then she recalled the two girls on the sofa and turned to watch. The blonde's hand was now buried beneath the brunette's skirt which had slid along her tanned thighs so that from this position it was possible to see fingers pressing into white cotton panties where slender thighs came together. They were still kissing passionately, seemingly oblivious to everyone around them. Cynthia could feel the juices flowing between her thighs despite her discomfort with the idea of two women making out. She tipped her wine glass, surpised to find it empty. Reluctantly she turned from the two lovers. She needed some air. "Hi, there you are. I was looking all over for you." Her friend Lisa had apparently fulfilled her duties as hostess for the moment. "I needed a little fresh air." Lisa sat next to her on the wooden bench at the back of the lushly planted yard, pausing to gaze up at the stars before speaking. "I saw you over by Dana and Chas. They can get pretty hot." Lisa knew instantly what had happened but Cynthia had no idea how to express her feelings about what she saw or how it affected her. "Maybe I shouldn't have invited you to our monthly gathering." That was the first time Lisa had suggested this was a regular event. "So, how come only women are invited?" Maybe if she shifted the subject a bit it would be easier to continue this conversation. "In case you haven't noticed, its the full moon. It started out as a celebration of womanhood, you know, rituals by the light of a full moon and all. But that got old when the weather turned cold last winter so we opted for a house party. Needless to say, the shift became permanent. Now the sisters look forward to a little wine, a little music and the opportunity to play without men around. Some, like Dana and Chas, especially look forward to indulging in Sapphic rites. I'm sorry if I've offended you." Cynthia had been introduced to Lisa through a connection between their mothers who had gone to school together. Lisa was a junior and it was hoped she would take the younger girl under her wing now that she'd left home for the first time in her life. "I'm more surprised than offended. I guess I didn't know this is such a casual thing at college." Lisa smiled. "Yeah, who would have thought all this liberation stuff could lead to such sexy play between women. Now its as much a badge of honor to have made it with another woman as to have lost your cherry to the football captain. I have to be honest with you, its a lot less work and not nearly as anxiety provoking." There was silence as Cynthia took in her new friend's words. "I guess I did it again, shocking you I mean." "Well, I know what you mean about guys." "Don't get me wrong. I love guys but its awfully nice to just get together with my girl friends and do what comes naturally. We all can use a little loving now and again, you know, snuggling in front of a fire, making out to a sexy video. No strings attached, no fear of getting a disease or worse, having to contend with an abortion or side effects from the pill." "So why did you invite me to your party?" The two girls gazed at one another in the darkened garden, the sound of music wafting through the open windows of the well lit house. "Well, it seemed like a good idea to introduce you to a part of my life as we get to know each other. If we're going to be friends you need to know who I am. You'd probably have heard about me from somebody on campus, so I figured let's get it all out in the open from the beginning. And if what my friends and I do here interests you, that would be nice. You're a very attractive young woman. I hate to admit it but you caught my eye the first time I saw you on campus." "Are you making a pass at me?" Cynthia could feel the heat rising in her face as she blurted out the words. A smile crossed Lisa's lovely face before she spoke. "I guess I am." Cynthia's head was spinning. In one night she learns that both her roommate and her only real friend swing both ways. And, if she reads the signals correctly, both of them have the hots for her. Having watched the two young women making out at the party, she also discovered that she's far from offended by the prospect of such things, she's turned on by them! She climbed into bed and pulled the covers over her head. Ginger was still at the party when she left. Things had heated up considerably by the time she returned from the garden following her embarassing conversation with Lisa. As she meandered through the rooms on her way toward the front door she saw other women making out, a number of them in varying stages of undress. The couple in the corner were still hot at it, though now the brunettes camisole lay circled at her waist, exposing beautiful breasts now receiving the worshipful attention of the blonde's wet lips and tongue. She knew she got out just in time, or for certain some young woman, perhaps Lisa, would have succeeded in overcoming her fears. She closed her eyes, willing the provocative images from her mind. But it didn't work. The image she hoped to avoid kept coming back, the image of Ginger with that black girl. They were on the stairs leading to the upper floor that rose from the foyer at the front of the house. If Cynthia hadn't heard the sounds she would never have glanced in that direction. But she did. Ginger was reclined against the stairs, the front of her blouse open to reveal the lushness of her bosom cradled in a lowcut brassiere. Her skirt was bunched at her waist, legs spread wide apart to accommodate the head wedged between her thighs. Even with her limited knowledge on the subject, there was no doubt what was happening at that moment. The slender black girl was licking her roommate's pussy! Judging from the rapt expression on Ginger's face, there was little doubt the girl was doing a magnificent job of it. Cynthia stood frozen in place, heart pounding in her chest as she took in the scene unlike anything she'd witnessed before. And then Ginger's eyes opened, dreamily taking in the face of the woman kneeled between her legs before lifting to meet Cynthia's shocked gaze. There was a moment of recognition and then the eyes closed again as a deep groan escaped her roommate's pouting lips. Cynthia stumbled out the door, her mind completely melted. She was asleep by the time her roommate returned, if in fact she ever did return, since her bed was still made when Cynthia awoke around nine the next morning. Cynthia tried to focus her attention on classes but she kept running into girls she'd seen at the party. None of them made a big deal of it, but it was clear a certain bond connected these women, all of whom were attractive and in every other way normal. None of them engaged in what could be called outrageous behavior on campus, though girls walking arm in arm took on added meaning for her when she recognized them as participants in heavy petting at the party. For example, she saw the brunette and blonde together in the student union holding hands in front of the window overlooking the back patio. But no awkward displays of affection here, no hands caressing well defined curves in this public space. Yet Cynthia knew the truth and it was unsettling to her. But most disturbing was the day to day rhytmn of her relationship with Ginger. That three seconds of eye contact at the end of the party the week before simply could not be dismissed. Cynthia could feel it in the way her roommate moved around their suite, leaving her robe open so her lovely body and sexy lingerie were visible. Ginger even brought up the party while they made small talk, saying how much fun it had been and how many great women had been there. All the while Cynthia was remembering that black girl licking Ginger's pussy while she moaned into the night. She'd seen the black girl on campus too. She was gorgeous and clearly one of the most popular girls around. But how could she talk with Ginger about all of this without betraying her excitement? It would be embarassing to admit that she waited for those moments when Ginger left her robe open, or when she'd stand dressed only in her enticing lingerie in front of the closet trying to make up her mind about what to wear. She was having difficulty going to sleep at night lying there thinking about her roommate across the spacious bedroom lying beneath the thin sheet in her abbreviated nightwear. She needed a man! That would be the solution she mused in the dark one night. She began remembering Craig, her boyfriend of many years who'd left the year before she graduated to attend school out on the coast. He was her first and only lover, fumbling in the beginning but slowly learning with her the joys of making love. Images of their time together slipped through her mind and warm feelings spread through her loins. Her fingers eased over her thigh, quickly settling beneath the soft curls of pubic hair and pressing into the tender folds of flesh. She could almost feel his cock entering her as his massive body shifted above her, hips pressing her thighs wider apart as the bulbous crown of his organ spread the folds and wedged into the juicy center of her being. Her fingers flicked across the bulging nub of her clitoris, sending jolts of electricity through her loins. Delicious sensations spread as the fingertips worked their magic. His cock was deep within her now, filling her completely. That's what she needed, a man's cock riding in and out of her willing body, a man's lips pressed to her mouth, tongue penetrating even as his cock moved inexorably toward climax. But then the image of those black curls shifting against the white skin at the inside of Ginger's thighs, the slurping sounds that had to have come from mouth and tongue working on tender flesh just like hers. Craig had never given her such a kiss and the thought of it was driving her wild. To feel a tongue entering her pussy, then sliding up across her engorged clitoris. Her fingers were moving faster now and she knew it was only a matter of moments before release would come. She tried to resurrect the image of Craig between her thighs, but all she could imagine was that black girl's mouth, those full lips and pink tongue kissing her nether lips, driving her over the edge. And she was cumming, a jolting orgasm that shocked her with its power. When the lights came on she realized it was her moans that filled the room. Suddenly Ginger was at her side, eyes wide as she stared down at her friend. Cynthia shut her eyes again, willing this moment away, but the weight of a body at the edge of her bed, the warm thigh against hers told her this wasn't at dream. She'd masturbated and wakened her roommate with her orgasm. Finally she opened her eyes and saw the relief in Ginger's face. "Oh my god! I thought you were having a heart attack or something." A slight smile lifted the corners of Ginger's lips. "You scared the daylights out of me." "I'm okay." "Yeah, I know, I figured it out." There was a long pause before Ginger continued. "You're one hot number, aren't you?" Cynthia lowered her eyes to avoid the intense look on her roommate's face but found herself staring at Ginger's breasts filling the front of the tight tee shirt she wore. Glancing lower she saw the cotton pouch between her slender thighs covering the girl's genitals. She had to stifle her groan. She lifted her eyes and saw the knowing look in Ginger's eyes. She smiled again before speaking. "I guess you need some rest. We can talk in the morning." Cynthia closed her eyes, grateful for the reprieve. Cynthia got to class the next day without encountering Ginger, much to her relief. As she tried to focus her attention on the lecture, her mind returned to the subject of finding a man who could tame her passions and save her from her baser instincts. Suddenly she realized the teaching assistant was a man, a very attractive man if truth be told. He was probably in his mid-twenties and didn't wear a wedding ring, if that meant anything. She listened with increased intensity, watching his every move, weighing his every word. This was the solution! After class she went to the front of the class, joining the small circle of students intent on continuing the conversation begun earlier. Cynthia suddenly was aware of a man's genitals against her bottom, a sensation she hadn't had for some time. Rather than pull away she held her place, waiting to see what would happen next. The instructor was engaged with one of the students and she realized the prospect of catching his attention were less than slim. At the same time some student was indulging himself by pressing his growing manhood against her round bottom. Cynthia could feel the juices begin to flow, grateful a man could still do that to her. She stepped to one side to get a look at the young man and in doing so her arm brushed against the bulge. "Excuse me." She spoke softly enough that the handsome youth was probably the only one to hear her. He saw his face flush. "That's okay." "I'm Cynthia." "Hi, I'm Greg." "I'm going to split. You want to get some coffee?" The boy smiled, shocked this very attractive young woman was making such an offer. "Sure, I'd love that." They'd been sitting at the table no more than three or four minutes when the black girl she'd seen at the party with Ginger walked up the two of them, a smile crossing those sensuous lips. "Hi bro!" Her new friend raised a hand to exchange a hi-five with the girl. "Sweet sister, what you up to?" The girl tilted her head in Cynthia's direction and Greg got the message an introduction was in order. "Sorry, Cynthia, this is the love of my life, Danny." "Danielle if you don't mind." Dark brown eyes held Cynthia's. She'd only seen the back of the girl's head that night, though she'd caught glimpses of her over the last few days. But nothing quite prepared her for the intensity of that gaze. She was at a loss for words but that didn't stop Danny. "You're Ginger's roommate, right?" Cynthia felt her face flush as though every secret she'd ever had was known to this creature. "Yeah, I am." "I thought I saw you at Lisa'a party but you left while the evening was young." "A little too much wine I think. I had to get some sleep." "Well, don't worry about that, there'll be another party next month. Or, if you like Ginger can clue you into some other social events." "I think my friend has eyes for you Cynthia, you'd better watch out. She's dangerous." Danielle turned to her friend, leaning over to press her lips to his upturned mouth. At the same time she slid her dark brown fingers down his chest until the fingertips nudged into the bulge Cynthia had become acquainted with a short while ago. Then the kiss broke. "He's just jealous because he doesn't have exclusive rights anymore to my sweet little honeypot." Greg's face was flushed with excitement. Cynthia wondered whether she was blushing as well. Certainly she was turned on by this girl's sexy display. At just that moment Danielle reached out and touched her on the shoulder. "You be careful with this one. He can take you for a ride. See you two around now. Stay cool." They both watched her walk away, hips liquidly swinging from side to side, her lush round bottom moving beneath the skirt swishing with each shift of her hips. This was one sexy woman, who clearly didn't mind who knew she was hot. "Wow, she's something." "Yeah, most people react to Danny that way." Something about Danny's visit dampened Cynthia's ardor about connecting with a man. Greg was good looking and promised some fun times but she decided to cool it right now, at least with him. They exchanged telephone numbers and promised to check in with each other after their next class together. She walked back to her room, once again caught in this dilemma of what to do with her sexual feelings toward this growing collection of women in her life. She was seated at her desk working on a paper when Ginger entered. They exchanged greetings casually but Cynthia stayed at the computer. She could hear movement in the bedroom then some moments later sensed someone behind her. Fingers came to rest lightly on her shoulders before the voice spoke. "What you working on?" The fingers moved out to her arms and she felt Ginger leaning closer, until her face was next to Cynthia's. She could smell her roommate's shampoo, the familiar scent of the perfume she always wore. The fingers trailed down her arms, tips extended as though any moment they would slide forward to touch her breasts. Her nipples stiffened as she gazed down at the red-tipped fingers only inches from the sides of her breasts. She knew a question had been asked of her but nowhere could she find an answer. Besides, something told her the question wasn't real, that Ginger was just using the excuse of a question to play this little game with her. It was working! Her breathing was quickly becoming ragged, her nipples were erect and juices were stirring between her thighs. Then the fingers rose along her arms before spreading across her shoulders, tips extending down to the flat area of her chest just above the swell of her breasts. She felt herself being pulled back into the chair and instantly felt her roommate's lush breasts leaning into her upper back. The top of her head grazed what must have been Ginger's chin, because a moment later the chin slid down and lips lightly touched the back of her head. Girls will be Girls Cynthia was lost in a swirl of feelings. Part of her wanted to bolt from the chair, to push the hands away, to shout her disapproval of Ginger's behavior. But then there was the part that was excited by this contact, that wanted to reach up and drag those fingers down over her breasts, to turn her face and kiss her beautiful roommate on the mouth, to taste those lush lips that had been tormenting her now for so long. But she didn't have to do anything. Ginger was the seducer here and she had no intention of stopping. Cynthia felt the fingers moving down her chest before she focused her eyes to watch the caress unfold. The fingertips went straight to her aroused nipples, coming together to capture each bud where it poked through her sweater. The groan that escaped her lips surprised her at the moment but made complete sense as she registered fully her excitement. The fingers were forming over her breasts now, gently squeezing and lifting as though it were important to measure the fullness of each mound. Cynthia's hands lifted from the keyboard of their own volition, turning to press into the back of Ginger's fingers. There was no doubt any longer whether she would be a willing participant in this meeting. Her acquiescence prompted Ginger to press her lips to Cynthia's neck, then her cheek. The hands were touching her breasts with greater urgency now and the lips were inviting her to move more quickly into this new realm of passionate play. Cynthia turned her face toward her roommate and was instantly rewarded by soft, lipstick stained lips lovingly caressing her mouth. She lost herself in the lips, welcoming the tongue that soon followed without the least hesitation. Whatever inhibitions she had been feeling about making love with a woman were suddenly dissolved as she gave herself to this mouth, to these hands that seemed to know exactly what her body called for. One hand was now between her legs, the fingers moving from side to side in the most provocative way. She groaned into the open mouth covering hers, sucking on the offered tongue. Then the chair was swiveling and the room seemed to turn inside her head. She was no longer tethered to time or place. She was lost in the never never land of passion. She stared down in disbelief as Ginger undid the front of her jeans and began dragging the garment off her thighs. Then her roommate's beautiful face was pressed against her thighs as fingers pulled her panties to the side. She remembered watching Danny do the same thing to Ginger, recalled the excitement she'd experienced as this most intimate of kisses was bestowed on her friend. She groaned, her mind unhinged as a fluttering tongue found the most sensitive center of her being. How could she have not known about this before? Her legs fell open as Ginger's had done that night. There was no choice here, only the magic of tongue on clitoris. She stared down at the mouth moving over the folds of flesh, now glistening with saliva. Then Ginger tilted her head up to meet Cynthia's gaze, her tongue extended as she lasciviously played across the tender folds and licked the prominent nub of a fully aroused clitoris. Cynthia came, her hips suddenly shuddering off the seat. Lips spread over her genitals and a sucking sensation drove her to another orgasm, then a third. She yelped, then clapped her hand over her mouth lest she bring unwanted attention to the two of them. She didn't want anyone coming between her and that mouth, that tormenting tongue. She came again, tears now streaming down her cheeks. Her fingers were in Ginger's scalp, alternatively pulling the mouth closer, then pushing it back. At her fourth orgasm she could take no more, groaning as she pushed the mouth away one last time. But then Ginger was raising herself, leaning closer until they were kissing once again, a deep passionate kiss that sealed the compact between them. They were no longer simply roommates, they'd become lovers that day. Cynthia rubbed her eyes and glanced at the clock next to her bed. She must have fallen asleep. Her body ached, then her mind began swimming back into the dream that wakened her. Something about making love with Ginger. She withdrew her fingers from between her legs, carefully pushing her skirt over her exposed panties and bare thighs. It was almost six o'clock, time for dinner. Glancing over at her roommate's bed she saw it was neatly made as always. No books on Ginger's desk suggested she hadn't returned from class this afternoon. She realized she better do something pretty quick to quench the fires burning in her loins or she was going to get herself in some serious trouble with one of these sexy young women. She was at the cafeteria eating when she saw Ginger walk in, her hand resting on the inside of Danielle's arm. The girls were talking excitedly and laughing, seemingly oblivious to everyone and everything around them. The thought crossed Cynthia's mind that the two young women had resumed their passionate meeting of the other night, but she pushed it away. The last thing she needed was additional fantasy material to feed her growing obsession. But then Ginger noticed her, waving as she led her dark skinned friend in Cynthia's direction. Both young women were well endowed with womanly curves, their breasts obvious beneath the tight cotton teeshirts, their waists slender, hips well curved. Ginger was the taller of the two, her long legs shown off by her short skirt. Danielle still wore the same outfit as that afternoon when first she and Cynthia met. Her white jeans appeared to be painted on her thighs, showing off her incredible bottom to perfection. "Hi roomy!" Ginger threw her bag on table and dropped into the chair next to Cynthia. "Hello again." Danielle seated herself next to Ginger. "Hi." "Danny told me you guys met this afternoon. You got something going with Greg?" Cynthia felt herself blush at the question, which surely would lead in a direction she wasn't certain she wanted to pursue. After waking from her nap the outlines of her dream came clear and she could hardly look at Ginger without recalling the surprisingly realistic feeling of those red tipped fingers caressing her breasts, or those lush lips between her thighs. She was turned on simply sitting at the same table as the girl. And having Danielle sitting there, her moist lips pursed, her hand toying with Ginger's hair, didn't help either. Probably everything that happened in her dream actually occurred between these two sensual beauties. "Just a guy from one of my classes. We met today for the first time." "I already warned her about the guy." There was along silence that seemed somehow pregnant. Cynthia felt her discomfort growing. "What are you guys talking about. He's not some mass murderer is he?" She saw the expression pass between the two girls, Ginger finally nodding her head up and down. "Nah, nothing like that. He's just a little bit kinky is all." Another silence and Cynthia was beginning to feel getting information out of the two of them was like pulling teeth. "Kinky?" "Well, he likes girls all right. He's just very creative about where he puts that wicked thing of his." Cynthia was completely confused by this oblique conversation. Her expression convinced her roommate to say more. "Danny went out with him in high school for a while, which was no big thing in her school. They were pretty hot together, had lots of fun in fact. But then he began playing little games with my honey's sweet round bottom, that were exciting at first, but then, shall we say, a bit painful. His schlong is major league and certainly not suited for a minor league ball park, if you get my meaning." Cynthia could hardly believe what they were talking about! Greg of big cock fame butt fucks this lusty teenager and now its being reported around the student union. Her own limited experience with the bulge in the front of his jeans had suggested there was something worth considering there, and she couldn't fail but notice the perfection of Danielle's backside. But did that make for a fetish? Was her bottom at risk? Then she recalled the time Craig had slid his finger in her ass while they were hot at it, his cock pummeling her wet pussy. She came on the spot, an orgasm that seemed to rip her insides out. As he slowly withdrew his finger her orgasm kept cumming until she collapsed in his arms. Clearly that part of her anatomy was more than a little bit sensitive to such ministrations. "Look, you guys. I just met the man and am not about to tumble in the sack with him. All my orifices are safe from predation." Danielle's eyes rolled and Ginger chuckled. "Sounds like a college freshman to me." All three girls had a good laugh. "So did you tell her about the party?" Danielle was taking the conversation in a new direction after a brief exchange about a course they were each taking with different instructors. Ginger glanced from her friend to her roommate before speaking. "I don't think Cyn is quite ready for prime time." Cynthia guessed they were talking about one of the parties Ginger had mentioned the week before, where things got really serious among the party goers. "Too bad." Danielle peered across the table toward Cynthia in the most disturbing way. She averted her eyes. The two women excused themselves after Ginger said something about changing for the party. Cynthia said she'd probably head back to the room herself after she finished her meal, considering after they'd left that perhaps they wanted some time alone. But then she couldn't take care of her roommate like that. If Ginger wanted some time alone in the room she'd have to ask for it. Besides, they were headed to a party where they'd be encouraged by their playmates to walk on the wild side. They didn't need to hang around in the dormitory to get their jollies. The door was locked when she arrived and Cynthia assumed they had already left for the party. As she pushed the door open she found the main room was dark. She flipped the switch that turned on the lamp at Ginger's desk which was closest to the door. Then she noticed the bedroom door was ajar and light was coming from the room. Somehow this picture did not go together, at least not unless Ginger and her friend were still here. Cynthia walked across the room, suddenly alert to the fact her sneakers didn't announce her presence. She thought of clearing her throat or something, but then told herself she was being foolish. She also was aware of her heart speeding up, of her body feeling flushed. Obviously she was excited, though it would have been difficult for her to admit her excitement had to do with the possibility of finding Ginger and Danielle once again making love with one another. She stepped to the open door, peering into the dimly lit room. She wasn't disappointed at what she saw! Ginger was standing at her open closet as though she were looking for something to wear. At the moment she wore only her undergarments, the same sexy lingerie she'd tempted Cynthia with on more than one occasion. Tonight she'd found a willing audience to her little show. Danielle was standing behind Ginger, her dark fingers moving over the pale skin of her roommates remarkable body. One hand had found access to the daringly lowcut brassiere and was cradling a naked breast in gently caressing fingers. The other hand was moving beneath the skimpy panties covering little more than Ginger's pubic hair. Her roommate's head was turned so the two young beauties could kiss. Cynthia's breath caught in her throat as her eyes hungrily followed the black girl's practiced caresses. Juices were flowing between her thighs reminding her how captivated she'd become with the joys of Sappho, as Lisa had put it. She realized how hungry she was for sexual release in the arms of her lover. And to her shock and dismay, it was seeming increasingly possible that her next lover would be another woman, perhaps her desirable roommate or her deliciously provocative lover. Her shoulder inadvertently pushed the door and the hinges groaned, as they were wont to do. The noise broke the lover's reverie and before Cynthia realized what was happening, two sets of eyes swung in her direction. There was a long pause, during which Danielle's fingers gave up both of the treasures they'd discovered, coming to rest of Ginger's slender waist. "Oh, but you're a naughty one, sneaking up on us like that!" Ginger's words were firm but Cynthia was certain her friend was playing with her. "Shame on you!" Danielle joined in the game. "What do you think we should do with this bad, bad girl?" Ginger slid her arm around Danielle's shoulder, her attention moving from Cynthia standing in the doorway and the shorter girl next to her. "If it were my mama that caught her doing something like that she'd spank her little fanny!" Cynthia was beginning to feel uncomfortable, not concerned for her safety so much but wondering seriously where this little drama was going to lead. She remained more than a little turned on by what she'd witnessed and seeing Ginger looking so seductive in those skimpy underthings wasn't helping her cool down. "I think your mama was a wise woman. Her fanny needs a spanking." Suddenly the two girls were moving toward her. Cynthia thought for a moment of running out of the room and leaving these two maniacs to there own devices. But she was rooted in place, still swept up in her swirling feelings. Before she could protest the two girls had taken her arms and were leading her toward her bed. She only made half hearted efforts to resist as they gently threw her onto the mattress. Ginger sat at the head of her bed, hands holding her wrists while her friend settled on the edge of the bed. Cynthia definitely felt in the control of these tempting women, though she was aware of no impulse to stop their game. Then fingers were moving over her bottom as though finding the right place to deliver the first blow. Her skin tingled beneath her faded denim jeans at what surely could be described as a caress. But then there was a sharp slap on the fleshy part of her buttocks. It stung! She gritted her teeth, expecting another blow. Instead the fingers were caressing her again, this time moving over the round cheek closest to her tormentor until they dipped between her thighs. There was no doubting what those fingers were doing now as they nudged her genitals through the multiple layers of clothing. Cynthia's heart was beating even faster now! Clearly these two young women were using the circumstances to seduce her. Then the fingers withdrew and another sharp slap landed on her cheek. She groaned, half in pain but half in pleasure at this sexually charged encounter. Then the fingers were between her thighs again, this time cupping the mound between her thighs, which seemed to part of their own accord. Her hips lifted off the mattress as the hand shifted over her most sensitive flesh. Ginger's hands released her wrists, the fingers moving along her arms and then down her sides. As they rose again they moved around her torso until fingertips were pressing into the bulging sides of her breasts. As the same time she felt Ginger's breast grazing her cheek. Cynthia opened her eyes to discover her roommate's almost naked body in front of her face. If she lifted her left hand she would be able to touch the inside of Ginger's thigh with the least amount of effort. "I think we should turn her over." It was Ginger's voice and she could hear the intensity beneath her words. "Good idea." Suddenly hands were lifting her side and she was rolling on the mattress until she lay spread before her two seducers. Danielle's fingers instantly slid between her thighs again, this time cupping the prominent mound outlined in her jeans from the front. Not to be outdone Ginger spread her fingers over both of Cynthia's breasts, gently kneeding the firm mounds. "Boy have I wanted to do this for a long time." Cynthia groaned, her body undulating on the mattress. The game these two were playing with her seemed to give her just enough permission to let herself go. The devil made her do it. "She's loving it!" Danielle leaned forward as she spoke. Cynthia's eyes widened as the black beauty's face came closer. Their eyes held one another for an instant and then those full, lush lips pressed against her mouth. This was no sisterly kiss being offered to her by this sexy young woman. Almost immediately she felt a tongue seeking entrance to her mouth. Closing her eyes she accepted the offer, her own tongue slithering forward to do battle in first one mouth, then the other. The moment their kiss broke another pair of lips covered her mouth and she found herself sucking on her roommate's slithering tongue. She was losing her moorings in this sudden turn of events, only half aware of the fingers undoing her jeans and then dragging them off her legs. Her sneakers were being undone, then her legs and ankles were free. As Ginger's lips lifted from hers Cynthia felt the unmistakable sensation of lips trailing up along the inside of her thigh. She knew exactly where those lips were headed and the thought created liquid sensations through her loins. But there was too much happening for her to simply focus on the nibbling kisses sliding between her thighs now. Ginger was busily opening her blouse, quickly parting the panels as her fingers spread once again over Cynthia's prominent breasts. Lips fastened to one of her nipples, sucking the erect nub between pouting lips as the tongue swished across the nylon now wet with Ginger's saliva. Her hips jerked off the mattress the moment those lips nibbling on the inside of her thighs found her aroused genitals. She lifted her head just as Ginger's mouth gave up her breast. Both roommates gazed down at Danielle's dark face wedged between Cynthia's upraised thighs, full lips working in consort with the brightly pink tongue. Her panties had been pulled to one side to accommodate the expert mouth that quickly drove her to her first orgasm. Ginger's fingers trailed down her flat belly until they eased over the pubic bone and through the lush curls. She watched wide-eyed as slender fingers flicked across her clitoris while Danielle's tongue extended between the saliva smeared folds and into her exposed pussy. She groaned, her left hand lifting, fingers spreading over her mouth to contain her excitement. Ginger's mouth descended again and they were kissing deeply. All the while Danielle's mouth was affixed to her genitals, stirring new sensations that inexorably led to further gut churning orgasms. When she could take no more she pushed Ginger from her and reached down to grasp the tight curls covering Danielle's scalp. The young beauty lifted her bruised lips. Her face glistened with a mixture of saliva and juices from Cynthia's pulsing pussy. "I think she's ready for prime time." They all chuckled, Cynthia's head collapsing against the bedcovers in exhaustion. Greg approached her after class later that week and invited her for coffee. Despite the warnings from her friends, and possibly because of the shocking experience she'd shared with these women that same night, Cynthia thought it might be a good idea to continue cultivating a friendship with as many men as possible. They made small talk about their class and classmates. Cynthia mentioned that she thought the instructor was cute. Greg challenged her a bit. "So I thought you were swinging in a different direction now a days." "Who told you that?" She knew Greg and Danielle were friends but couldn't imagine Danny would have said anything about their night of bliss. "Come on, I saw the way Danny was looking at you. I also know beyond doubt that she's been doing your roommate. I figured it was only a matter of time." Cynthia felt herself getting angry at the thought some stranger could so easily read the circumstances of her life. Girls will be Girls "I thought you and Danny used to be an item." Perhaps shifting attention away from herself would ease her discomfort. "Yeah, we were. But she was swinging both ways back then too. We even did a couple of threesomes before we finally split. I'm a very broad minded person." He chuckled at his play on words. "How come you split if things were so cool?" She'd heard Danielle's version of things. It only seemed fair to give him a chance to share his side. It also kept the attention on him. "That's a pretty personal question, don't you think?" He gazed at her across the table, a stern look on his face. "No more personal than your asking about my sexual preferences." "Touche. So maybe we'd better change the subject." "Like, what subject. I'm tired of sociology." "How about you and me going to a movie?" He smiled a bit sheepishly as his interest in her became evident. "You mean like a date or something?" "Why don't we just call it something and leave it at that?" "Okay." Cynthia smiled, once again reminded that she was an attractive young woman who was not limited in her sexual choices by the urges that seemed to be churning through her body at the moment. Ginger and Danielle may have come to know her body intimately, but Greg, despite his reported kinkiness, held his own attraction. They decided on a movie on Saturday evening. After servicing Cynthia so wonderfully that night, Ginger and Danielle had headed off to the party where they expected to get their jollies. In fact, Cynthia didn't see Ginger for the next two nights. She guessed her roommate had landed at Danielle's apartment off campus. As a sophmore Danielle was no longer obliged to stay in the dorm. It wasn't until Friday evening that Ginger finally appeared. Since she was wearing a different outfit, it appeared she'd stopped by their room during the day while Cynthia was at class. She closed the door behind her and quickly headed for her bed, where she collapsed. Cynthia rose from her desk and followed her roommate into the bedroom, settling on her own bed as her erstwhile lover rolled to face her. "I'm beat." Her short skirt slid up her tanned thighs almost to the point where her panties were visible. Cynthia instantly thought about Tuesday when she'd been seduced in this very room. "You guys must have been partying pretty hard." Ginger laughed softly. "Never again on a week night. I got to class but I was a wreck. Yesterday and today I was just trying to get myself together, but you know staying at Danny's place is not going to give me alot of peace." Cynthia knew what her friend was alluding to, having had a taste of the dark beauty's intensity. "Well I promise to keep my hands off you." She knew it was dangerous to jest about this particular subject, but there would be no denying what happened that night. She might as well make light of it herself and ease the subject with her roommate. "I appreciate that, at least for tonight. If you wanted to wake me up in the morning with a little tender loving I wouldn't complain." With those words her eyes shut, her breathing slowing as she fell into a deep sleep. Cynthia picked up a blanket from the back of the chair and carefully spread it over her roommate's body, her eyes finally noticing the cream colored silk panties wedged between those slender thighs. Cynthia tossed and turned much of the night and woke early the next morning. Glancing across the room in the lush morning light she saw that her roommate had been moving about as well. Ginger's blanket was bunched against the wall and her curvaceous body was uncovered. Her skirt was twisted around her waist baring completely Ginger's round bottom and the bikini panties that did little to cover the lush curves. Cynthia rolled out to bed and walked silently to the edge of her roommate's bed, eyes caressing the sweet curves. Ginger's invitation of the night before spun through her mind as she stared at the silk wedged between slender, tanned thighs. Her nipples poked through the thin cotton tee shirt she'd worn to bed and juices were stirring between her own thighs. Reaching down she slid her fingers over her naked loins, through the lush curls until they grazed her most tender flesh. She could pleasure herself just like this, gazing down at the sleeping form, fingertips nudging her slowly extending clitoris. Or she could go for it with her roommate, who no doubt would welcome her advances. Just then Ginger rolled over on her back, legs stretching as they spread on the rumpled covers. The top buttons of her blouse had come undone and the cleavage between her incredible breasts was visible through the opening. Her roommate's face was flushed from sleep, pursed lips a rich raspberry color, prominent cheeks darker, long lashes fluttering in her early morning dream. Cynthia recalled the passionate kisses she'd received from those full lips, the feel of those breasts against her own as they made love. She'd been much too shy to take the initiative, to run her hands over this tempting young woman's body. Ginger's fingers on her nipples had been sooo delicious. Her eyes trailed down to the triangle covering the prominent mound between Ginger's thighs. Danielle's mouth came to awareness, lips bruising her exposed genitals as surely as she'd done to Ginger that first night. No doubt those two lovers spent the last couple of days devouring one another's gorgeous bodies. She settled on the edge of the bed, drawn to this beauty but filled with fear. How could she do such a thing? Her fingertips flicked across her fully engorged clitoris. It would be so easy to cum like this! It could be her secret, stealing a peek as she brought herself relief. She leaned closer, gazing between the parted panels of Ginger's blouse at the lace trimmed edge of the cups holding those full breasts. Ginger had kissed her breasts too, sucking her nipples between pursed lips as that devilish tongue teased her through the nylon cup of her more pedestrian brassiere. Without giving it a second thought Cynthia's hand extended, fingers very carefully releasing one of the blouse's buttons, then another before pulling the garment aside, fully exposing her roommate's beautiful bosom. The heavy mounds were cradled in the diminutive cups, curving upper slopes exposed. She could just make out the nipples at the center of each breast. Her fingers lay on the rumpled fabric of Ginger's blouse, only inches from the inviting forms. Then they were moving again, trailing over the pale skin of her friend's belly and up between the prominent mounds. Ginger's breathing changed, her head turning on the pillow to face Cynthia more directly. The fingers stopped, resting in the deep cleavage for a moment before moving again, this time trailing lightly across the breast closest to Cynthia until her middle finger lightly touched Ginger's nipple. A sigh escaped her roommate's lips. Cynthia's fingers spread over the fullness of the breast, gently caressing the firm mound. She could feel the nipple rising against her palm. Ginger's tongue darted out between her pursed lips but the girl still appeared to be asleep. It was as though she were having a dream, a sexy dream. The thought stirred Cynthia even more. She leaned closer, her fingers lightly moving from one breast to the other as her lips grazed the distended nipple rising through the nylon brassiere cup. She could feel herself losing control of her inhibitions. Nothing in her past had prepared her for this, for making out with another woman, nothing that is but the shocking events of the last two weeks. What she'd seen, what she'd felt at the hands of this woman and her friend scrambled Cynthia's brain. Now she didn't know which way was up! Her lips parted, tongue lightly touching the prominent nipple as her fingers trailed down her roommate's belly. The edge of Ginger's panties came to awareness, then silk as her fingers curled over the precipice and down into the heat between Ginger's thighs. which seemed to move ever so slightly apart in reponse to the caress. Cynthia's mouth lifted as she turned to gaze at her roommate's lovely face, lips now moist from that darting tongue. Her fingertips followed the contours of tender folds lying within the silk pouch, her mind knowing instinctively the secrets of another woman's body. Ginger's head turned away slightly, then back toward her Cynthia who was leaning closer. There was no doubt she was going to kiss those lips, which she knew would awaken this beauty for what surely would be an orgy of lovemaking. That's what she wanted, to make love to this woman, to be the seducer, not just a passive participant in such joy. Her tongue moistened her lips the instant before they made contact with Ginger's mouth. She'd already learned that kissing a woman was every bit as delicious as kissing a man. In fact, feeling the softness of a woman's face, the subtle smell of her lips and her hair, was especially arousing to her. Her lips softened against her friend's mouth as her fingers more insistently caressed the tender places beneath the silk panties. She felt the lips begin moving beneath hers as Ginger became aware, at least on some level, that she was being kissed. Cynthia turned on the bed, her body coming to rest against her roommate's. Their lips continued the beginnings of a kiss but now firm breasts came together as Ginger rolled toward her. The kiss quickly deepened, a tongue sliding against Cynthia's lips that instantly parted to accept the gift. Ginger's arm snaked around her waist and their bodies drew closer. Cynthia could feel fingers sliding down, eventually spreading over her naked bottom. Inspired by her roommate's enthusiasm Cynthia slipped her fingers beneath the silk pouch until she was touching moist, bare flesh. Ginger groaned into her mouth. There no longer could be any doubt that Ginger was awake as the two women passionately kissed one another, lips and tongues dueling. And when the kiss broke at last the fever ignited flashed into flame as the roommates focused their attention of stripping Ginger's remaining garments from her body. They fell naked into one another's arms, lips once again coming together. Cynthia marvelled at the feeling of naked breasts spread atop her own substantial bosom, of bare thighs sliding between her spreading legs. Hands moved over her body, even as her own fingers trailed down to cup Ginger's round bottom. But then those tormenting lips were moving as well, down her neck, across her chest til they captured her stiff nipple. Cynthia gazed down at Ginger's beautiful face poised at her breast, lips and tongue working over the sensitive nub. Then that voracious mouth was moving down her belly, into the curls of her pubic hair and finally between her thrashing thighs. Ginger was every bit as expert at licking her pussy as Danielle had been. Groans rumbled in her throat but she wanted more this morning. She'd been the one initiating their lovemaking and it was time that she tasted the pleasure of another woman's body. Reaching down she stopped her friend's moving head. Ginger lifted her gaze. "I want you." She was shocked by the intensity of her words. Ginger smiled. "You can have me." She watched her friend and lover raise her glorious body and gingerly turn on the mattress before lying down. Cynthia's eyes slowly moved down the length of her roommate's perfect body, past the heavy breasts lying together at the moment to create a deep cleavage, past the narrow waist to where thighs came together in a profusion of blonde curls. Ginger raised one leg just enough that the folds of flesh came into view where the thighs came together. She'd never seen another woman's pussy so clearly before. It was beautiful! Leaning forward she pressed her lips to the folds, her tongue instinctively extending. Lips spread on her own genitals at that moment and she knew she'd died and gone to heaven. A moment later both women were licking and sucking, sharing the most intimate caress imaginable. Cynthia was lost, completely lost, in the sensations stirred by mouths spread over wet genitals. From her earlier experiences she knew exactly what to do now that she found herself with her tongue playing across another woman's engorged clitoris. Lick and suck, kiss and penetrate. The musky smell of women's bodies filled the room, as did the sound of slurpping tongues and throaty groans. She marvelled at the feeling of a woman's breasts moving against her belly, her hands clutching a woman's round bottom as she pulled her partner's body closer to her marauding mouth. If it hadn't been for the wet flesh spread beneath her mouth when her first orgasm came, her scream would surely have brought worried administrators to their room. Her hips jerked powerfully as liquid molten heat spread through her loins. Pressing her tongue into Ginger's pussy she felt her friend cum an instant later, both groaning loudly against one another's willing bodies. They collapsed, heads lolling against thighs, breathing coming in gasps. Then they were turning, easing their bodies close together as lips shared a tender kiss. "God, you're something!" "You're not too bad yourself." She glanced down at their beautiful woman's bodies nestled together. What more could she ask for? Cynthia closed her eyes and slipped into a deep sleep. It was bit disorienting to go out on a date the evening of the day when she really lost her virginity with a woman. Surely Danielle and Ginger had opened the door earlier in the week with their passionate play on her willing body, but it was the moment her mouth spread over Ginger's tender genitals that she really crossed the border into that secret world of female sexuality. Now here she was seated in a darkened theatre with a man at her side, the back of his fingers against her thigh as they gazed up at a sexually charged movie she'd never heard of before. With subtitles yet! Although her body was completely sated from her lengthy workout with Ginger she felt a couple of twinges as she watched the beautiful couple on the screen making out together. Though the film was far from hardcore, there was little doubt this woman and man were really into each other, whether it was called for in the script or not. By the time the audience slowly discharged into the street, the sexual energy was palpable. "So you wanna grab a drink, maybe boogy a little bit?" Cynthia knew there were clubs near the campus that catered to students and didn't take too close a look at IDs. "Sure." Greg took her arm and guided her along the sidewalk, then down a sidestreet that quickly opened into a courtyard with a discreetly done neon sigh announcing "Dancing." They pushed past the swinging door at the bottom of narrrow stairs and into a dimly lit room reverberating with hard rock music. Cynthia drew closer as they meandered between the collection of men and women standing around in pairs and trios, aware of the fact her breast was brushing against Greg's arm. She hadn't intended to be provocative yet the contact was somehow reassuring in this strange environment. "You wait here and I'll get us a couple of drinks. Beer okay?" It wasn't her first choice, but this didn't seem the time to be particular. "Great." As he walked away Cynthia noted the tight round cheeks of his bottom, the thought suddenly crossing her mind that Greg's preoccupation with butt fucking might have roots in a homosexual wish. She shook her head at her psychoanalysis of this virtual stranger. She was dangerous, no doubt about it. Then her eyes swung toward the dance floor where an assortment of couples and singles were shaking their booties in the most suggestive way. Faces glistening with perspiration spoke of how intensely these people were taking their music, bodies writhing, hair flying, fists pumping, pelvises swinging seductively forward, and back. The energy was contagious. At that moment Greg returned with two pints of beer, handing her a frosty glass. "Cheers." He clinked his glass against hers and took a deep drink. "Pretty hot place, huh?" He'd stepped to her side and casually slid his free hand around her waist, resting his fingers on the curve leading from her waist to her hip. As he turned to face her she once again felt the prominence of his manhood in the front of his form fitting jeans. "Yeah. Great music." Cynthia took another drink of beer, marvelling once again how quickly beer went to her head. "You wanna dance?" "Let's do it!" They placed their half empty glasses at the ledge running around the perimeter of the room for that purpose and grabbed one another's hand as they plowed into the crowd of moving bodies filling the floor. Soon they were rocking with the best of them. Cynthia felt the joy of letting herself go with the music, liberating her body as she had done that morning in bed with Ginger. Now it was a man's eyes on her body as she threw herself into the pounding beat. She'd forgotten how entrancing it can be to have a man caress you with his eyes as your body gyrated on the floor, breasts shifting beneath your tight tee shirt, hips thrusting forward, then back. Her eyes didn't fail to register Greg's arousal as they continued their hedonistic display for one another. Suddenly the music stopped. They paused on the dance floor for a moment to see whether the band would play another song, but gradually the band members drifted away and only the sounds of customer's talking and laughing could be heard. They walked back to their glasses and finished them, the beer quenching at least part of their thirst. Greg quickly returned with refills, stepping into an opening provided by patrons who left a bit away from the heavy traffic near the bar. Once again his arm slid around Cynthia's waist, only this time his fingers trailed down over her bottom in what could only be considered a provocative caress. She could have been offended, or even frightened by the move, especially after the comments Danielle and Ginger had made. But somehow the beer was mellowing her and the exertion on the dance floor had gotten her juices flowing. This was the game she knew, the game of seducing a man. She was learning about women but she knew about men. Cynthia slid her arm around Greg's narrow waist and leaned closer until her breast was pressed against his chest. At the same time she encountered the substantial manhood against her hip. He'd said something about the movie and they were both laughing, whether because his comment was particularly funny or from the lubrication provided by two beers she didn't know. They were having a good time together, that was clear. Then someone dropped a quarter in the jukebox and a slow balad began playing. Without even speaking the two of them moved to the dance floor, there glasses once again on the shelf. Quickly they stepped into one another's arms, bodies drawing close together. Cynthia thrilled to the feeling of a man's erection wedged against her loins as her breasts mashed against his chest. Despite her early morning hi-jinks, she was once again raring to go, juices flowing freely between her thighs. Greg's hand slid down from her waist to cup her round bottom, pulling their loins even closer together. There could be no denying the sexual energy moving between them. Then the sound went dead and they found themselves suspended in the noise of the bar. Other dancers drifted from the floor and they slowly gave up their embrace, turning awkwardly, not quite able to look in the other person's eyes after such highly charged intimacy. They took up their position next to the wall, each reaching for their beer and slugging the brew. The band was beginning to tune their instrument and they both knew the next set would be more of the pounding music they'd danced to earlier. Cynthia shifted from foot to foot, her body still carrying the charge from their last dance. Greg interrupted her reverie.