15 comments/ 76162 views/ 103 favorites Skyler By: Skyler By the end of ninth grade, most of us went on dates without all the extra company. Skyler was very fussy about whom she went out with and when she turned down the quarterback of the football team, I was aghast. Even more astonishing was the truth that I was dating more frequently than her and that wasn't very much. Our friendship had deepened and I felt very close to Skyler, although it wasn't nearly as strong as the bond I shared with Meaghan. "Let me get this straight, you turned down Chad?" I asked disbelievingly. Skyler nodded her head soberly. "Why?" "The real reason? Because he's a self-centered egotistical jerk and I don't want to be another notch on his belt," she stated and the look in her eyes told me that this went much deeper than I thought. The epiphany Skyler underwent the summer she started to be friendly with me exposed a sweet, thoughtful and highly intelligent person who had more depth of feeling that I would have ever expected. She was very popular at school without striving to be, much to the chagrin of her former crowd. "Shit, I'm late for the track meet. See ya there," she declared over her shoulder and took off down the hallway. I was a regular attendee at Skyler's and Meaghan's sporting events. Although I was a fixture at the gymnastics club, I declined to join the school team, in spite of Meaghan's pleas. Skyler's best events were the 800 and 1500 meters. She finished first and second. Afterwards, I gave her a big hug and congratulated her enthusiastically. That always brought a huge smile to her face and lately her expression conveyed genuine fondness towards me. I sat on the bleachers waiting for Skyler when I saw Meaghan walking across the field. I ran to her because today was the first round of the district finals and I was dying to hear what happened. With her arm around me, we walked back to the stands. Meaghan plopped down wearily and already I knew the answer. "In the point standings, we're in the middle of the pack. In individual points, I'm third on balance beam and floor exercise." Her tone was flat. I hugged her tight. Meaghan was my dearest friend and I loved her as if she were my own sister. "I'm proud of you," I said in a motherly voice and it brought an instant smile to her face. Skyler rounded the corner and arm in arm the three of us walked to the school parking lot to catch the late bus; we were the Three Musketeers. **** My high school experience was pleasant and at times a heck of a lot of fun. Thanks to Meaghan and Skyler, I lived on the fringes of popularity, something that I had been so desirous of but now seemed unimportant. Their friendship meant more to me than any high social status at school. At the time, I wasn't much for dating. While I met plenty of guys and counted a bunch of them as friends, there was no-one who I wanted to date on a regular basis. Then again, Meaghan and Skyler weren't exactly setting the date scene on fire either. Meaghan had a couple of quasi-serious relationships and Skyler only dated for dances, winter and spring formals and later, the all important prom. In spite of the fact that Skyler was in demand, she eschewed dozens of invitations. I was more than mildly curious as to why. With her attractive looks and figure, it would have been entirely possible for Skyler to lose her virginity when she was thirteen. Around the same time, I learned that Meaghan was well acquainted with the oral variety of sexual contact, both as a giver and a receiver. This fact set my loins ablaze with itchy need. While I assumed it was a boy, she confided in me that it was most assuredly a female: one of her teammates. I was intensely curious about sex, especially girl sex. It had started to dawn on me that my initial interest in Skyler's body was connected with sexual desire. My resolve not to ogle her body had been steadily weakening over the last few years and the first time I had masturbated was to thoughts of my good friend. In the 1990's, it wasn't uncommon for girls to be bi-curious and explore that part of their sexuality. In general, it was much more widely accepted in my generation than my mother's. In junior year, I tried out for and made the school gymnastics team. It wasn't long before I became aware through observation and gossip that some of the girls' were "hooking up". Except for a couple of post date pecks, I was completely inexperienced with boys and girls. Unfortunately, I was in denial and hid behind my irrational view that no one of either sex would find me attractive. I thought I looked pudgy when I observed my full reflection in the mirror. Nothing could have been farther from the truth because I had slimmed down to a size five. My frame was beginning to acquire the athletic look that I so desperately wanted. **** One of the biggest social dilemmas for any high school senior girl is who will ask her to the prom. After Christmas vacation, the level of anxiety increases exponentially with each passing week. By March, panic mode has set in and the reality of attending as a single takes over. Meaghan and Skyler weren't dating anyone but with a laundry list of eligible guys at their disposal, it was pick and choose time. A neat guy in my Physics class asked me. I'd had my eye on him from the start of the school year. Ross was brainy but also tall, dark and very cute. He asked me one morning in front of my locker and I swear he looked so nervous that I thought he might pass out. I was floating on air for the rest of the day. The prom was in early May and Skylers mom insisted on booking a limo. Her greatest fear that alcohol and teenage driving don't mix was right on the money. By the middle of April, we were all legally adults but eighteen hardly qualified us as such. On weekends, the Three Musketeers shopped for formal dresses and the accoutrements. As the event drew near, I started thinking about the post prom parties and the very real possibility that Ross might want to kiss me and the fact that it might not be some lame peck on the cheek. It was a concern that seemed to grow in magnitude with each passing day. Two weeks before the prom, Skyler and I were waiting in line at the DMV for our senior driver license test when I broached the kissing subject and my total lack of familiarity. "You pullin' my chain girl?" she asked incredulously. I shook my head and her eyes widened but there were too many people around to go into greater detail. After an evening excursion to the mall, we were carrying a few shopping bags up to Skyler's room when she turned to me with a mercurial expression. "Were you serious earlier? You've never been kissed...a real kiss?" I shook my head and she rolled her eyes in disbelief. "Dana, it's high time you practiced, girl." "And who am I supposed to practice with?" I asked "Me!" she declared. I stared at her in total amazement. "Look, I'll get us a couple of beers, we'll relax a little and..." Her smile was devious. When Skyler left, a myriad of thoughts raged through my mind. On one hand, I knew that I wanted to kiss her and yet I was terrified. My body would respond positively to the stimulation, especially if it was Skyler. Then what? Questions about Skyler's sexuality came to the forefront of my thinking and I was certain that she was bi-curious, probably bi-sexual. Skyler had grown into one sizzling hot babe and for the last two years, I'd been masturbating with her as my top fantasy. Although I was eager to explore my interest in girl sex, I was hesitant about doing anything with a friend. Skyler had become my dearest, closest friend. While Meaghan and I were still extremely close, her involvement in a large number of extra curricular activities really put a damper on the amount of time she was spending with me and for that matter, Skyler. Of all the days for Meaghan to go visiting relatives I thought dejectedly, and heard Skyler's footsteps in the hallway. As we sat on the floor drinking the cold suds, Skyler kept casting furtive glances at me. I was almost paralyzed with fear. Luckily, Skyler brought an entire six pack and as I indulged in my second, I was feeling more relaxed. She was clad in a tight tube top and a skirt that fit her snugly. Recently she had shorn her long brunette locks in favor of a short clip that made her look even sexier. For some reason, I became engrossed with the soft skin on her neck, wondering what it would feel like under my lips. What was I thinking? She'd mentioned a kiss, as on the lips. I chastised myself, but my inhibitions were loosening and I thought, what the hell, why not? We were both sitting crossed legged on the carpet and I gazed at Skyler longingly. My body was almost shouting for her to kiss me, but instead, she took me by the hand and led me to her bed. I stood like a statue made of stone as Skyler reclined on her side, beckoning me to join her. Once I was next to her, she put her arms around my neck. "Remember to relax, that's most important," she soothed. Our lips slowly merged in a sensual union. When I pulled back to look at Skyler, she had a dreamy look on her face. "Pretty damn good for the first time!" She pulled my lips to hers repeatedly until I was virtually breathless. "What do I...if he...wants to, ya know...French kiss..." I asked. Skyler's eyes lit up. "Ok, just follow my lead..." and before she could finish I planted my mouth on hers. I felt her tongue tip gently slide along my closed lips and slowly penetrate until it tenderly caressed the sides of my tongue. We continued until I thought I would pass out. It was the most incredibly erotic and sensual experience of my young life. As Skyler relentlessly kissed me, I knew deep down that I wanted her badly. Finally, we took a much needed break. My pussy was creaming and I wanted to masturbate which in turn made me very self-conscious. When Skyler looked at me, I cast my gaze downward and I felt my face grow hot. "Want me to stop?" The lilting tone of her voice made my insides melt. "No, I...well...I...no, can we do it some more..." I heard myself say. Skyler's lips were on mine in a flash and her tongue gently probed my more than willing mouth. She kissed me with passion and I was unable to control the little gasps and moans of pleasure that escaped my mouth. When we paused for a moment, I looked at her exquisite throat and any trepidation I had dissolved like the morning mist on a hot day. A kind of primal need took hold of me. I lightly licked and planted tender wet kisses up and down her skin. It had a sumptuous, silky texture that inflamed my lust. Now, it was Skyler's turn to moan and she was more vocal than me. "Ooh...oh...oh...ah...ah..." It was only when I heard a noise outside that I stopped and glanced at the clock on her nightstand. We'd been at it for thirty minutes and my pussy was dripping, soaking the material of my panties. A pervasive feeling of embarrassment enveloped me. What had I done? "Sorry, I just...got a little...ah...carried away," I mumbled, unable to look at her. Finally, when I had enough courage to look up, Skyler eyes smoldered like two burning coals filled with ardor. She pulled me against her and snuggled my neck playfully. It helped to dissipate my discomfort. "Dana, I think it's about time we leveled with each other," she said seriously. "What do you mean?" I asked. I was genuinely confused. "You're bi-curious, admit it," she said. My face grew very hot. "Jesus girl, you can be so shy sometimes," she said. "Sorry..." "Stop saying you're sorry! You've got nothin' to be sorry for!" But all my old insecurities came bubbling to the surface; the painful shyness, feelings of inadequacy and inferiority. "I'm not very attractive...you know...especially to someone as beautiful as you." Skyler gazed at me with a stunned expression and I realized that I just revealed something that I had kept hidden for a long time. I was mortified and started crying. She immediately took me in her arms and held me close. "Why are you crying?" she asked tenderly. Just then I heard her mother's voice in the hallway. "Is Dana ok? I thought I heard someone weeping," Skyler's mom asked. "Yeah mom, boyfriend trouble." Beer bottles littered the floor and I'm sure their presence helped explain my "predicament". I buried my head in her chest. "The coast's clear," she said but I was dying of shame. The sensation of her breasts on my face felt intensely erotic. Like some shameless tart, I nuzzled them and Skyler sighed. When I turned my cheek to the left, it encountered a hard cloth covered projection. I couldn't help myself and gently mouthed the protuberance until my saliva dampened the fabric. When Skyler gasped, it startled me but I found it impossible to stop. I turned to the right and an equally stiff nipple greeted me. It had been six years since the summer when I'd eyed her young developing body with desire and in all that time my hunger had grown to the exclusion of heterosexual thoughts. Reluctantly I stopped because I was worried that Skyler's mother would interrupt us again. If she did, what kind of excuse would satisfy her? I'm helping Dana forget about her boyfriend. I heard Skyler's voice in my head, but that would fly like a lead balloon. However, oddly, I didn't feel shame or embarrassment and I smiled at her. "Whew, that was great," she whispered and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I held her tightly and rested my head on her shoulder. "Dana, do you really think I'm beautiful?" I heard her whisper in my ear. I looked deep into her sparkling eyes. The time was right to reveal my true feelings. "Yeah, since first grade I thought you were the prettiest girl in our class," I replied truthfully. "God, I was such a bitch then." The sheepish look on her face was moving. My heart was thumping rapidly in my chest. Being open and above board was having an effect on me. "Do ya think Meaghan's pretty?" Her voice was curious. "No question about that; she's got an "All American Girl" look. I swear she gets an extra tenth of a point or two from the judges at the gymnastics meets because of it," I said with tongue firmly planted in cheek and laughed at my own witticism. Skyler laughed as well but her demeanor returned to a more serious nature. "Ya know, when I met her the first day of school...I couldn't help but like...she was different...so outgoing...she's a terrific friend..." she said and then stopped. Skyler was blushing, a most unusual event indeed. "I feel the same way. If it wasn't for her, I'd still be some overweight sclumph with an inferiority complex." "You thought you were overweight?" she asked incredulously. "Jesus, I was a fat little porker," I replied. "Ya were not! I mean, ya weren't thin...just normal looking." Her honest expression was telling. But, the question concerning her sexuality was moving to the forefront of my mind. Our "practice kissing" had left me horny as hell and I wanted to know. "Sky, can I ask ya somethin' personal?" Meaghan and I were the only two people on the planet she permitted to use that nickname. "Yeah, sure Dana." Still ensconced in her comforting embrace, I gazed at her lovely, youthful face, which was radiant and alive. "Do you like...ah...boys or...girls...or both..." I stuttered helplessly. The look on Skyler's face was priceless. But one of her talents was turning the tables in a conversation swiftly and she did just that. "You tell me which you prefer and than I'll say," she answered. A sly, crafty grin spread over her countenance. Goddamn, I felt awkward as hell but... "Ah...I...think...I like both...," I whispered. I probably had a very coy expression on my face. Skyler didn't appear shocked in the least. I'm sure my wanton slobbering all over her neck was a good indicator of my sexual leanings. Shit, I wanted to repeat my performance very much. "Before I say anything, it's getting late. Ya gonna stay overnight?" she asked. "You bitch, you tricked me!" I yelled. Skyler was grinning from ear to ear. "Well? Are ya stayin'?" Her face carried a faux wounded look. I nodded but my gaze remained fixed on Skyler. It was nothing out of the ordinary for me to sleep over in the same bed. Only now, the closeness was killing me. She had ignited something inside me and I wanted to make love to her. I had no idea how I would go about it, but I had a general idea. I barely got any sleep that night as I kept gazing at Skyler in the very dim light, listening to her breathe and the changes it underwent as the night dragged on. I'm not sure when I actually fell asleep but I awoke to bright sunlight in the room. Skyler was on her side facing away from me. My body was molded against hers with my arm over her side and right hand clutching her boob. My face was so close to the back of her head and neck, I could smell her lovely fragrance. When I became fully aware of this, I just froze. "Hey girl, you awake?" Her voice was drowsy with sleep. Immediately, I took my hand away from Skyler's breast and she turned to face me. She kissed my forehead and I'm sure I had a very shy expression on my face. The feelings inside me were stronger than ever. I wanted to tell her but... **** Our daily routine as friends returned to normal but the added stress of getting everything just right for the prom occupied most of our free time. My sisters had warned me that it was the most overrated social event in high school and they were right. When the big night arrived, it was unseasonably warm and everyone was sweating because the air conditioning malfunctioned at the country club ballroom. Ross looked like a damp dishrag by the end and it was only frequent trips to the ladies restroom that kept me looking decent. Ross was a gentleman but early in the evening I was aware that I had no interest whatsoever in him other than as a casual friend. I spent most of the night engaged in conversation with Skyler who seemed as equally disinterested in her date. We mostly ignored them and danced together. The post prom bash at our friend Amanda's was a welcome relief and by one o'clock most of the couples found a dark corner for some make out time. What a disaster for me, I hated kissing Ross and I'm sure he knew it. By the time we left with Meaghan, Skyler and their dates for early breakfast at Denny's, we weren't speaking to each other. Ross wanted to drop me off at home but I declined and went home with Skyler. When we were safely inside her bedroom, I started crying. "Hey, did Ross try anything...?" Her voice was accusatory. Weeping, I shook my head. "It was awful; I hated him kissing me...I...oh..." The tears ran in little rivulets down my cheeks. Skyler held me but I was exhausted from the lack of sleep and emotional distress. She helped me to undress and I fell fast asleep before she joined me in bed. I awoke disoriented until I saw her lovely face next to me. When I pulled the covers back to go and pee, I noticed that Skyler was clad only in a pair of panties. Her breasts were beautiful, I thought, and felt that familiar sensation in my loins. When I stood up, I saw that I was topless as well and the rush of cool air hardened my nipples into bullets. I rejoined her and held her snugly with my hard nips pressed into her back. "Hmm, that feels nice," she mumbled drowsily. Skyler turned and kissed me with the passionate zeal of a lover. My body was heating to a raging inferno of need but I was fearful of her mother interrupting. "What about your mom?" "Working." We necked for a long time. My pussy felt swampy and a maddening desire to suck her titties overwhelmed me. Her exceedingly firm and round breasts were topped with pencil eraser type nipples. They simply looked marvelous. Skyler Skyler moved her body until she was on top of me with her arms raised so that her luscious boobs hung down close to my face. I use the word "hung" loosely because they were compact and solid. Slowly, she moved them back and forth until the stiff nipples grazed my lips seductively. Finally, one of the turgid buds popped in and, oh God, did I ever suckle her hot tits. I nursed with incredible fervor and by the time my hunger was temporarily sated, she was panting breathlessly like me. "Oh fuck, Dana...that was...ooh..." Bursting with pride over my performance, I was grinning from ear to ear. But the need, the formless desire that enveloped my being, took hold and I gazed down at her panty clad bottom. The excitement, the anticipation was palpable in the air as I ran my tongue over the silky skin of her very flat stomach. Skyler's prominent mound beckoned and I could see the outline of a dark triangle through her sheer panties. I hooked my fingers in the sides and slowly pulled them down her muscular legs. When she lifted her rear to make the removal easier, I marveled at the way her hard compact butt and curves of her upper thighs exquisitely blended giving her a feminine but athletic appearance. Skyler brought her knees up and opened her thighs wide for me. With my face just inches from her drooling slice, the pungent aroma of arousal wafted into my nose. Her outer lips were darker than mine and the trimmed triangle of dark brown hair looked coarser. Skyler's breathing was rapid and shallow, close to a pant. I was operating on instinct and performed light, delicate licks up the center. Her slit opened and tangy juices covered my tongue. I quickened the pace and lifted her ass with my hands to gain more access. Overcome with lust, I delved deeper into her creaming slit in my search for her spicy secretions. Skyler bucked her hips, pushing her swollen sex against my lips. "Oh Dana...oh...oh...oh God...it feels so freakin' good..." I gorged on my dearest friend's pussy energetically, making up for lost time. I just couldn't get enough and licked, sucked and swallowed like a machine. Finally, after a couple of howling orgasms, Skyler pushed me away. "...too sensitive..." she gasped. My face was a tacky mass of her bodily fluids. Skyler's arm was over her face as she panted in deep breaths, trying to recover. I scooted up until I was lying next to her. With a total lack of shame or embarrassment, I smiled. I expected nothing in return and was surprised when she gazed down my body with a lustful look. "Gee Sky...I mean...ya don't have to..." I stammered but it was too late. Skyler's face was just above my crotch and my legs opened as though they had a will of their own. Skyler took me to dizzying heights of pleasure. Both of us felt a bit ripe and dashed to the shower where we soaped and fondled each other's body. My appetite for her body grew and grew as the summer progressed. Skyler was far more experienced in the ways of Sapphic love. Her bi-encounters stretched back to the start of high school and when she revealed some of the familiar names, I just stared at her with mouth agape. One name was missing from the list and I was thankful that she never hooked up with Meaghan. But, would I have really minded? Probably not and I couldn't help thinking that a threesome would have been awesome. By August, I was starting to wonder what sex would be like with someone else, a girl or guy. My desire for Skyler hadn't peaked but I was curious nonetheless. Besides, I was scared of getting emotionally involved with her on a level that exceeded friendship. **** The end of summer was nearing and the start of freshman year at college only a couple of weeks away when I was trying on a large pile of new clothes in my bedroom. I was evaluating the look of a sleeveless workout tee-shirt and spied what appeared to be a faint blue vein running down the center of my upper arm. Funny but I never saw that before, I mused silently and flexed my arm. My bicep swelled to the size of a small orange. Since the end of the gymnastics season, I'd been weight training to maintain my trim figure. In five months time, it was having an obvious effect. I was thrilled with the result but at the same time, I was apprehensive about my decision because I recognized that most guys didn't care for girls with "muscles". A few of my gymnastics teammates had very muscular physiques that really intimidated the boys. Fortunately, Meaghan and I fell into the lean, athletic category of gymnast. In spite of my previous poor self image, by senior year I was able to appreciate my vastly improved body appearance. I had slimmed down considerably but I was nowhere near as muscled as some of the other girls. Still gazing in the mirror appreciatively, I heard a car door slam shut and excited voices. I looked out the window and saw a familiar face. "Meaghan!" I shouted, delighted to see my dear friend at last. Like a giddy schoolgirl, I ran out to greet her. It had been eight long weeks since Meaghan left to attend summer session at an Ivy League University. I sorely missed her and had so much to tell her. Meaghan and I hugged with obvious delight. She looked like "Jane Armstrong, All American Girl"; lean, blonde, pretty and sexy as all get out. "It's so good to see you," I said. Arm in arm, we walked to my bedroom. Meaghan chatted about her experiences at college and I listened with rapt attention. It was sheer joy for me to be near her, gazing at her lovely face so full of life. But, eventually the conversation swerved in my direction. "So, what ya been up too," she asked. The sheepish look on my face was a good indicator that I was up to damn well plenty. Shyly, I related my bi-curious adventures but neglected to tell Meaghan with whom. Trying to pull the wool over her eyes was useless. The girl wasn't attending an Ivy League school for nothing. "I'm not wrong in assuming that you were with Sky, am I?" she asked. I looked away but that was answer enough. "I have to admit that I sometimes prefer girls over guys but I'm not ready to give up my quest for the perfect man," she laughed. Her humor and honesty were comforting. We drove over to Skyler's and her reaction when she saw Meaghan was the same as mine: overjoyed. We were the Three Musketeers again and took day trips to the seashore, flaunting our bikini clad, oiled and tan bodies in front of the lifeguard stand. We got to know them all, guys and girls. On our last sojourn, we were invited to an "end of summer" soiree one of the lifeguards was having that evening. A hard-bodied brunette named Tasha took a real interest in me. From the first time I saw her on the lifeguard lookout, her muscles fascinated me and I discovered that I was attracted to her. Of course, I stupidly thought she was just being friendly. I was filling my empty cup with fresh beer from the keg when Skyler sidled up to me. "Ya know, that girl's hitting on you," she whispered in my ear. I must have had that "deer in the headlights" expression because Skyler nearly burst out laughing. "Ok girl, don't panic, just go with the flow," she murmured and gave my arm a reassuring squeeze. Tasha's flirting grew more serious and I didn't hesitate when she suggested taking a stroll on the beach. While her physical appearance appealed to me, there was something about her that I was drawn to. The beer in my system made it very easy for her to sway me and off we went. In our bare feet, we walked along the edge of the water toward the jetty. We sat on the rocks and talked about our lives and I was surprised at how much we had in common. However, Tasha was more outgoing and the girl was a bona fide jock; a natural born athlete. She related some of her sports exploits without sounding conceited in the least. A long time had passed and I got the feeling we should head back to the party. As I jumped down from the jetty to the beach, Tasha put her arms around me. The look in her eyes made it clear what she wanted and I was on the menu. She was full head taller but very pretty with smoldering green eyes that commanded my attention. Tasha leaned down and kissed me, her lips bruising mine. I correctly guessed that she was strong when I temporarily lost my footing and she held me with no effort at all. The kissing continued but her physical style didn't appeal. She must have sensed my apprehension because she stopped and gazed at me. "Too rough?" she asked sheepishly. "Yeah, a little," I lied. "Sorry...I think you're really cute and...I get...carried away." Jesus, she thought I was cute! I put my arms around her neck and pulled her lips to mine, my tongue sensuously exploring her open mouth. After a while I stopped and gazed into her eyes. "Umm, that's better," I sighed. We kissed passionately and my body temperature rose to roasting levels in very little time. Tasha's hands roamed my back and squeezed my butt. Christ, what a lousy time to have my period, I fretted. She was turning me on and when one hand moved to my front and cupped a breast, I audibly moaned. However, this new and rare experience was interrupted by the sound of Meaghan and Skyler's voices behind me. When I turned, I saw them walking up the beach in the dim light of evening. Their concern for my whereabouts was touching, yet their timing was irritating and I was annoyed with my close friends. "Hey, I'll be back in a minute!" I yelled over my shoulder and looked up at Tasha apologetically. She held me close and I sensed a connection between us. "I don't want to let go of you," I said. "I've just met you Dana and already..." She paused and never finished her sentence. Back at the beach house, I exchanged email and IM information with Tasha. Meaghan and Skyler were waiting for me in the car when Tasha pulled me to her bedroom. In the darkened space, we exchanged tender, wanting kisses until I heard the impatient car horn. "I have to go," I said. When I got in the car, Meaghan and Skyler took a long look at me but said nothing. In the silence, thoughts of Tasha dominated my thinking. Before we reached home, I was questioning the reality of the evening but there was no denying the sensation in my body that still lingered from Tasha's lips on mine. Torn Between Two Lovers: With tears, hugs and kisses, Skyler and I said goodbye to Meaghan. We drove to Skyler's house in silence, our mood heavy with sadness, and I reluctantly helped her to pack. It was our last day together before the start of freshman year at different colleges. She was off to a University in the western part of the state because of a scholarship. I had hoped that since we were both education majors, we'd attend PSU, renowned for its program. But the high cost of attending school guaranteed her acceptance of the proffered funds. After a cheerless supper with her mother, we sat on her bed and my emotions got the better of me. I was sniffing back tears and felt Skyler's arms encircle me. "I'm really gonna miss you," I blubbered, and rested my head on her shoulder. Without a doubt my heart was beating faster. Passionate feelings of friendship and love were stirring inside me. "There's something I have to tell you. Promise me ya won't get angry?" she asked. Unless Skyler told me that she hated me, it was impossible for me to be angry with her. "I've had a crush on someone for quite a while...it didn't start out that way..." Oh my God, it's Meaghan, I thought and waited for her to continue. She was gazing at me with a strange expression. Slowly, I realized who she meant. "You're jokin', right?" I asked incredulously. How could anyone, especially a hottie like Skyler, have an ounce of feeling for the likes of me? I was astounded and speechless until I recalled that a hot babe called Tasha thought I was cute. God, I felt so damned confused. "Why would I kid about that?" she asked. The hurt in her voice was unmistakable. "I'm ah..." I truly did not know what to say. Skyler was upset and turned away from me. Quickly, I gathered my thoughts for a response. "Sky, I've had ah...ya know...crush on you for a long time too." My answer was honest and forthright. She turned back to gaze suspiciously at me. "You're not just saying that because..." We fell into each others arms and embraced. "Hmm, wait a minute, what about Tasha? You two looked awfully chummy the other night," she said with a smile. "It was well...flattering gettin' all that attention from her but I've had my eye on ya for..." Before I could finish, Skyler covered my mouth with her hand. We sat face to face gazing fondly at each other. Was Skyler gay or bi? She had never answered my question on the evening of my "kissing practice" and tonight I wanted her to tell me. "Sky, do you remember when I asked if ya liked girls or guys or both?" "Uh huh." It was an unanswered question that I felt emboldened to ask. In spite of the fact that we shared our thoughts on practically everything else, this one topic seemed to elude us. Skyler's demeanor took on a much more serious air and her usual self confidence evaporated. She became shy and humble. "I've known for a long time..." she hesitated, and to me, the real answer was a foregone conclusion. The truth shone in Skyler's eyes. "How old were you?" I asked. "Oh...thirteen, I guess." Neither of us a spoke until the silence became unbearable. "I've never discussed this with anyone; my mother knows nothing. She knows I date guys, just not very often..." I leaned forward, hugged my friend and kissed her velvety cheek. "Ya know, it's kinda funny, I mean...I like boys...I like their company...but...not in that way, ya know what I mean?" she said. I turned my gaze toward Skyler and her poignant expression moved me. "Dana, why the tears?" "Because...you're very brave...it took a lot of courage to tell me..." I bawled, unable to continue. Little tears pooled in Skyler's pretty eyes and I hugged her tightly. As I held her, I remembered how at odds we were in our youthful years. Never would I have thought that anything approaching this magnitude would exist between us. But, the ring of my cell phone shattered our poignant reverie. When I answered, my mother reminded me of the late hour and the fact that I hadn't finished packing. My father had also insisted that we leave before breakfast to miss the traffic. Skyler and I embraced. As I gazed into her beautiful green eyes, it suddenly hit me that I loved her and my heart pounded with emotion. Skyler was my initiation to the wonders of girl sex but I knew that I didn't want to limit myself to one gender or one person. And, in an unspoken way, I was certain that she felt the same way. Only, her pursuit would involve the same sex... There was a tender, loving connection between us that transcended mere friendship. As time passed, it might diminish, stay the same or grow stronger. No matter what the future held for us, I was positive that at the very least, we would always be close friends. Nothing more was said or needed to be said. And that's how we left it, out in the open. I pulled away and waved as I walked from her room. **** My heart was heavy as my dad drove me to PSU. I already missed Meaghan and Skyler and wondered how I would cope without them. My freshman roommate, Laurel, was a sweet soul with a gentle disposition. We were both Education majors and in a few weeks we were behaving like old gal pals. I emailed and IM'd Meaghan and Skyler almost daily but I also included Tasha on my list. It was amazing how quickly college life settled into a routine. As freshmen, we were fair game for the brothers at the frats that Laurel and I frequented on the weekends. We learned to play a drinking game called "'beer pong" and by the end of the night we were usually plastered. In spite of my inebriated state, I was wary and declined any invitations for "hooking up", my tone friendly yet firm. I frequented the undergrad gym and joined a campus gymnastics club. One morning during the iron pumping part of my workout, I noticed a guy about my age trying his best to look at me without being obvious. I was mildly interested in his behavior and the fact that he was checking me out. The one amazing feature about him that really dampened my panties was his muscular physique. I loved gazing at his big biceps, shoulders, back and chest. I had a thing for muscular guys and girls because Tasha and to a lesser extent, Skyler, were the female version of him. Unexpectedly, he started a conversation and asked me out. I accepted but later questioned my judgment because I really didn't know him. However, I was definitely attracted to him. Mitch was very charming and I had a blast my first date. He took me to the campus coffee house and we caught a couple of solo music acts who were excellent by college standards. In his dorm room, I played poker with Mitch, his roommate and his roommate's girlfriend. They tried to teach me the rules and nuances of the game but often with hilarious results. I guess the beers we were drinking helped. When he finally walked me back to my dorm, he kissed me tenderly on the cheek and I was impressed; I couldn't wait to go out with him again. The one thing I discovered during my bi-curious fling with Skyler was that I had a randy pussy. It didn't take much to get me going and my juices ran freely and in quantity. I lost my virginity on the third date with Mitch and, I might add, very willingly. I took great delight unrolling the condom on his big turgid prick and the boy fucked like a pro. My hymen had ruptured long ago thanks to gymnastics and he wantonly pumped his stiffie into my eager hole until I came. A large puddle of my secretions stained the bed sheet and was a source of astonishment for Mitch. "Wow, Dana, did I do that?" "Uh huh," I answered shyly. Mitch's eyes were fixed on my slobbering slit and without his asking I knew what he wanted. He had an insatiable appetite for my pussy and ate me to a second orgasm. I reciprocated with a blow job but gagged on his sperm. We'd been dating for about a month when I started weight training with Mitch. The early morning workouts were a pain because I'm not an early riser. However, I came to appreciate them because my body looked a lot harder by the end of the semester. **** Although I was in contact with Tasha, her involvement in sports left very little time in her schedule for socializing. The university she was attending was only an hour bus ride away. Her first free weekend was in late October and I agreed to visit. While I knew I would miss Mitch, I was dying to see her. My reaction to both of them mystified me. On the one hand I had an unyielding urge for Mitch but I also had a powerful attraction for Tasha that hadn't lessened one bit since that night at the seashore. When I stepped off the bus with my overnight bag, I hugged her as though we were old friends. "I missed you!" I blurted out, not caring who was watching or listening. "Girl, I missed you too. I haven't stopped thinking about you," she replied, her eyes aflame with desire. We strolled around campus and caught up with each other, conversing about our new college experiences. However, I conveniently left out any mention of my relationship with Mitch. In a 50's style diner across from campus we ate lunch and gazed longingly into each other's eyes. Tasha was even prettier than I remembered and my heart was pounding in my chest. "I want to kiss you," I mouthed silently at her. Tasha giggled and paid the bill. As soon as she shut the door to her dorm room, we were all over each other. Tasha started out rough but an admonishing look from me put a halt to her behavior.