10 comments/ 69472 views/ 7 favorites Where The Women Are Ch. 01 By: KR [Disclaimer: None of the names mentioned herein are those of real people. The events described are fictionalized experiences and extrapolated fantasies from my college days. Additionally, I do not in any way intend to imply that the scenarios described are typical of what occurs at a women's college. They are simply typical of me.] When I tell men that I attended a women's college, they usually say, in a voice heavy with innuendo, "I've heard about what goes on at those girl's schools." But what they imagine is from their masculine perspectives and fantasies, and so it is lacking in depth and breadth, not to mention out of touch with reality. They imagine lesbian sex going on between busty sorority girls with brazilian waxes in every room of every dormitory. They imagine the occasional lucky man tied to some girl's bed with women lining up at the door for a chance at him. But the reality is much subtler and far more interesting. Most of the girls at women's colleges are incredibly intelligent, the cream of the crop intellectually. Most of them are studious and driven: they had to work hard for the grades and test scores to get there. Some of them are from priviledged families, but more and more, the student body has become a cross-section of cultures, races, and socio-economic strata. And most of the girls there are hetero. I figure that a minimum of one in ten are lesbian, and of the remaining 90%, probably one in five is willing to experiment, like I was. While I was curious, I didn't start experimenting until my Junior year. Early on, I'd found a boyfriend with a fascinating mind, an amazing mouth, a thick cock, and a willingness to learn to use them to maximize my enjoyment of him, and his of me. But Drew went off to grad school three hours away, and we commenced a weekend-only physical relationship that was insufficient to my needs and his. We admitted this to each other and spoke of breaking up, but there was love there between us, and we did not want to end our relationship because of distance. Yet, both of us were highly-sexed and neither of us appreciated the fact that when we got together all we did was fuck like rabbits. Whenever we saw each other, the sexual tension was so intense that even when we tried to go out and do things as a couple like we used to before he moved away, we ended up having sex. Restaurants, concert halls, parks, stairwells, swimming pools, class rooms, libraries, stores--it didn't matter. Our eyes would meet, or our hands would touch, and that urge to copulate would surge irresistably through us. We spoke several times a week, and one day, after a couple of months of separation, Drew spoke longingly of his attraction to some of the women he saw almost daily. I told him he should ask them out. He said that it would not be fair. When I asked him why, he said because it would not be fair for him to have sex but not me. I remarked that it would not take me long to find another partner, and told him of the dates I'd turned down. I've never been a sexually jealous person and the thought of him with someone else did not bother me--my only concerns were that he practice safe sex if he did sleep with someone else, and that he tell me about it, preferably beforehand. But Drew was not like me in that, and the thought of me with another man drove him nuts. So we dropped the subject. Soon afterwards, a solution presented itself in the form of one of the women in my house. Pilar was openly bi-sexual and quite a hot little number. She'd been hitting on me for two years, and at the beginning of our junior year, she'd begun doing things like sitting on my lap and feeding me bits of food, and slipping her arms around my neck and nuzzling me so I could smell the scent of the woman she'd just been with on her face. We went out dancing with a group one night as a stress-break from mid-terms and she seduced me. It was beautiful and exciting and exhausting. The following morning I called Drew to confess what I had done. I expected a jealous outburst, but what I got instead was a barrage of questions. He admitted that the thought of me and Pilar together was very arousing, and we had phone sex as I described what had occurred the night before: I left the lab at about 10pm on Friday night, utterly exhausted. My partner and I had been running PCR and gel electrophoresis on DNA from Brugia malayi for a project involving the development of a biological assay for diagnosis of lymphatic filariasis. I'd missed the traditional Friday high tea and dinner as well, so I was intent on finding something to eat and getting a few hours sleep before I got back to work, this time on a lit paper that was due Monday morning. When I let myself into the house, there were a few men and a dozen women in the living room. One of them was Pilar. She was wearing a little black skirt and a black vest, both of which showed off her golden skin marvellously. At first glance it looked like she was wearing a silk-screened tank under her vest, but she wasn't. She and Serena had painted the skin of her torso, front and back. She removed the vest to show me their handiwork, and I was impressed, not only by the artistry, but by the bounce of her breasts. Such perky little breasts. They cajoled me into going out with them. Pilar dragged me upstairs and shoved me into the shower, and while I was showering, she picked out my clothes. I balked at wearing a summer-weight dress in late October, but she reminded me that we'd be dancing at the Black Pearl, and we would be working up a sweat. When I finished dressing and looked at myself in the mirror so I could fix my hair, I groaned. Pilar had chosen a push-up-push-out bra to wear with the dress and I was showing some serious cleavage. Which meant that guys at the club were going to think I was available, when I wasn't. Pilar wouldn't hear of me changing, so I sighed, then pinned my hair up to keep it off my neck and out of my way on the dancefloor. Forgoing stockings, I slipped into some flats, grabbed a wrap, and away we went. The Pearl was packed. Locals and people from all five colleges in the area were there because it was one of the few places that the under-21 crowd could go with friends who were of legal drinking age. The Friday-night DJ always played good dance music and this night was no exception. The group of us pushed our way onto the dance floor upstairs and started shaking it. Pilar had an amazing little gymnast's body and she had some serious moves. I remember seeing her dancing with Serena and Melody, watching her weave her body around them like a cat. I loved it when she grabbed Melody's mane of waist-length blonde hair and bent her backwards, exposing her midriff. Pilar's golden hand played across Melody's belly as she pumped her body against the taller woman's back, hips rocking, breasts bouncing, lips trailing along the exposed throat. It was a very sexually charged moment, and I got hot just watching them. I think everyone did. We danced for hours, letting off our mid-term stress. Pilar paired off with me several times, and inevitably she ended up grinding herself against my thigh or slipping her own thigh between my legs, bumping against my pubis. She was making me crazy; I hadn't seen Drew for two weeks and I was so sexually frustrated I was ready to hump my bedpost even before I went out dancing. Every brush of her body against mine sent a zing of pleasure through me. Mmm, yes, all that bumping and grinding to the powerful bass grooves on the dance floor was making me wild. At one point Pilar worked her way down my body and back up, her fingertips trailing along the backs of my thighs, sending shivers through me and making my nipples harden. Her eyes fixed on my breasts on the way up and she pressed her lips to my cleavage, her tongue snaking out to taste my skin. I gasped at the sensation. A moment later, her mouth was just inches from mine. Her hand slipped up the back of my neck and she pulled me toward her, kissing me full-on. It was probably a brief kiss, but it seemed to last several minutes. When her mouth opened and her tongue sought mine, I met it. She slipped her arms around my neck and arched her body against me, purring, then broke away, putting distance between us, dark eyes dancing in a merry face. We closed the place down, then stumbled up the hill to our houses. Some of the girls paired off with each other. One of the boys got lucky; the other one who had been with us headed home, alone. Serena and her boyfriend asked Pilar to join them for a three-way, but she declined. Instead, she linked her arm in mine and we kept walking. I didn't think anything of it at the time, afterall, we lived in the same house. We walked the solo girl to her house and made sure she was safely inside before we turned back to our own, just a few blocks away. Pilar unlocked the front door and held it open for me to preceed her. I, in turn, pulled open the entry door. As she passed me, she let her fingers trail along my back and waist. Her touch sent an electric thrill through me, making me hyper-aware of my skin and the moistness between my legs. Our eyes met and without a word, she took my hand and lead me up the stairs, stopping on the third floor landing. My room was on the fourth floor. Pilar raised my hand and pressed her mouth to my wrist. Her nostrils flared and I could feel her breath on my skin. "I can smell you," she said. I blushed deeply. I was breathing fast, and it wasn't from the walk up. I was damp, and it wasn't from sweating. Pilar had teased me all night and I was in such a state that I was quivering inside. But I had no idea what, if anything, I should do. I hadn't touched another girl since I was 11 or 12 years old. She smiled at me and tugged on my hand. "Stay with me tonight?" she asked. Her voice was sultry, her normally slight British accent more pronounced. Her eyes were beautiful and lustrous, long-lashed, and so dark they were almost black. Her eyes drew me and I fell into them, willingly. "I might," I said the first thing that came to mind. "If you kiss me." Another smile, this one slow and meaningful. She ran her tongue across her lips as she stepped nearer. Her fingers followed the neckline of my dress upwards, teasing my bare skin, making my nipples rise. She put both of her hands on my shoulders and stood up on tip-toe to kiss me. It was a soft kiss, just a brush of her lips, really. It was tantalizing, a vivid reminder of the kiss we had shared earlier on the dance floor, making me want more. 'Again!' something in my mind cried. As she pulled away I ran my hands up her arms and cupped her head, tilting it back. I pressed my lips to hers, firmly. She opened her mouth to me, but I ignored the invitation, nibbling and sucking on her bottom lip, instead. She moaned and sighed, and breaking away, practically dragged me toward her room. Once inside, she began undressing me, her mouth kissing every bit of flesh that she exposed. When she freed my breasts from the bra she ran her hands along the undersides, cupping them. Her hands were so small and my breasts so large in comparison, but she somehow managed to trap my nipples between her thumb and forefinger while still cradling them. A little bit of pressure and she had me gasping, pleasure singing along my nerve-endings. My skin pebbled under the sensory onslaught of her hands and her mouth. She pushed me backwards onto her bed and stepped out of her skirt, and then she was on me. We touched each other, fingers exploring. It was such a wonder to me, the way she felt under my fingertips, the way she moaned and gasped--no rough rumbling from her--no, she was a bundle of breathy cries just waiting to escape her throat. I have no idea when my nervousness left me, but it did, driven out by such powerful longing for this little spitfire from Belize. Her body pressing into mine was a mass of contrasting sensations and expectations. Her skin was cool in some places and very warm in others. It was silky soft and hairless, so different from Drew's. Her cheeks were smooth, instead of stubbly. She was rounded and soft instead of angled and hard. She lay atop me, her groin pressing into mine, rocking against my clit, making me gasp and writhe. Her mouth explored my face, her tongue tracing the curve of my upper lip. She could not seem to keep her hands away from my breasts for long. She bounced them and kneaded them, pulled on the long nipples, sensitizing me to the point that every brush of her fingertips sent stars shooting behind my eyes. She shifted a bit, straddling my thigh, and her mouth on my throat was hot, so liquid hot, that I felt branded by it. Her teeth nipped at my skin, making me moan and shiver. My hands rose, fingers tangling in her hair, and that beautiful chin-length silken blackness felt soooo amazing to me, such a source of sensuous delight, that it brought tears to my eyes. She was slow and tender and yet so hot and passionate. Her thigh pressed rhythmically on my mound as she rocked herself against me, her hips dancing against me as they had at the Pearl. I could feel the brush of her pussy against the top of my own thigh, a moist teasing tickle. I lifted my leg a little, pressing it up into her, and she moaned, her breath puffing against my skin. She dipped her tongue into the hollow at my throat, then slid farther down on my body, leaving a trail of kisses behind as she worked her way to my left breast. Her pussy skidded hard against my thigh in the same moment that her mouth enveloped my nipple. Both were hot and wet and slippery, and combined with the intense stimulation of my nipple, the duality of the sensations over-stimulated me. I was full-body blinded for a few seconds: seeing nothing, feeling nothing, utterly blue-screened. I think I even forgot to breathe. I needed a change, a break from the intensity, so I moved out from under her, laying on my side. She joined me and we lay facing each other, her head pillowed on my arm. With my fingertips, I traced the outline of her body, the curve of shoulder and waist and hip. I found myself loving the golden tone of her skin, which seemed so rich a colour when contrasted against my own pale flesh. I admired the paint upon her skin, letting my fingers to trace the sinuous abstract designs that served to camouflage her nudity. Again, my hand swept down along her curves, and when I reached her hip, Pilar shivered and made a little sound in her throat. She took my hand and parted her thighs, pressing my fingers against her. It was very foreign and yet oddly familiar, the feel of her. I had this odd flash in my mind, the thought that if I had no feeling from the waist down, this is what it would feel like if I touched myself. Pilar moved to lay on her back with one knee raised and tangled the leg nearest me between my own. Again, her hand sought mine, and again she pressed my hand against her mound, this time curling my fingers into her, pressing them between her labia, whispering, "Please... Please touch me, Kay." God! She was liquid in her core, so hot and slippery that I sucked my breath in between my teeth. I marvelled at how wet she was, giddy with the knowledge that this was what my lovers felt when they touched me. Before I knew it, I had raised my fingers to my nose. I inhaled deeply of her scent. She smelled quite different from me, musky and fleshy to my ginger and floral. I slipped a finger into my mouth. Piquant. Tangy. Different from mine, but not really, just stronger. More intense. Oralgasmic. "You taste incredible," I said breathlessly. I pressed my fingers to her mouth, smearing her juices across her lips, wanting to share it with her. She moaned and took my fingers into her mouth, sucking on them. Amazing! I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her tongue flicking across my fingertips. Warm and slippery against my fingertips. Like her pussy was. I slowly pulled my fingers from her mouth and ran them down her body, giving each nipple a squeeze as I made my winding way back to that enticing, moist, hot-spot at the juncture of her thighs. I touched my mouth to hers as I dipped my fingers back between her labia. She moaned and lifted her hips, pressing them upwards, against my hand. Her mouth opened under mine, her tongue seeking urgently, penetrating me, searching for my tongue. I let it glide against hers, teasing her in the same way my fingers were teasing her, dancing around the opening to her vagina, tapping there, occasionally pressing just the tips of my fingers along the inner lining. Her body was in constant motion next to mine, twitching and rocking. She whimpered and moaned into my mouth, turning up the sexual charge, making me ache inside. 'So this is what it is like for my lovers when they pleasure me, ' I thought, revelling in her abandonment. I sent my thumb searching for her clit, and found it with some difficulty, even though I knew exactly where to go. 'Such a little thing,' I thought to myself, thinking of my own clit. 'Big anatomical difference there.' Any other thoughts I might have had fled my mind as Pilar jolted and cried out when my thumb grazed her clit. She took my head in both her hands and kissed me hard, sucking my tongue into her mouth. I tapped her clit a few times with my thumb and then slid my first two fingers deep inside her. Her body went rigid and she broke the kiss, throwing her head back over my arm. "Yes! God yes! Like that... Just....like...that!" I pumped my fingers in and out of her, giving an extra little bouncing push when I could go no further. She was unbelievably hot and wet inside. Feeling the incredible liquid warmth of her vagina, I understood why men seemed so single-mindedly intent on getting inside women. If it felt this good with my fingers, I could only imagine how intense it would be with a cock. I felt a new appreciation for Drew's self-control and promised myself I would not get angry at him the next time he came too soon. Hell, I was ready to come just from the feel of my fingers inside her. I leaned my head forward and took Pilar's bottom lip into my mouth, sucking on it. I pressed my thumb more firmly onto her clit and rubbed it in a circular motion, jamming my fingers as deeply as I could into her. I hooked my fingers in under her pubic bone, there, on that small rough spot on the top of her vagina and rocked her whole body with the motion of my arm. Pilar dragged in a deep breath and held it, her body arching as she came, her vaginal muscles clamping down on my fingers, fluttering wildly. Her legs kicked out and she let out her breath in short, sharp little gasps. "Oh god... Fuck... Oh! Oh! Ah!" A final forceful jolt of her hips against my hand and then she collapsed against the mattress, her chest heaving. I slowly slipped my fingers out of her and rested my hand on her belly. She tore her hair away from her sweaty face and looked up at me. "I thought you'd never been with a woman before, " she gasped. I looked into her eyes, and a dark memory surfaced, only to be banished immediately. "Not like this," I said honestly. "Not at all like this." Where The Women Are Ch. 02 [Disclaimer: None of the names mentioned herein are those of real people. The events described are fictionalized experiences and extrapolated fantasies from my college days. Additionally, I do not in any way intend to imply that the scenarios described are typical of what occurs at a women's college. They are simply typical of me.] * During my last two years at college, my favorite sports to participate in were fencing and wenching. The former is quite rare, and the latter even more so, for a woman. But I was at a women's college, and at such establishments, women are encouraged to believe that anything is within their grasp. In my case, it was fencing foils and girls. Fencing because it was like a fast game of chess, and girls, because they were soft and warm and smelled good. One day, not long after my first night with Pilar, those two sports came together very well. Once a week I stayed late after practice and worked with my instructor on fencing left-handed. I was an adequate fencer right-handed, and only marginally better left-handed, which is my natural hand. But there are few lefty collegiate fencers, and so I was useful in competition mainly because most people found it unnerving to cross foils with someone facing the same direction, rather than mirror-opposite. And facing me could be rather discouraging, especially since one never knew which hand I would fence with. But being left-handed worked against me, as well: I had only faced one other lefty, and lost, and so my instuctor and I worked once a week on improving both our skills as left-vs-left fencers. Usually, by the time we paired off, my thighs were trembling from two hours of lunging and I was dripping sweat under my mask and padding. This day it was particularly warm in the gym and about 30 minutes into our extended practice I bowed, excused myself, and headed for the locker room. As expected, it was deserted. I immediately stripped down, turning my padded coat inside-out to air it, and draped it on the edge of the locker door. The air was warm and humid from the showers, and I could feel the sweat trickling down my back and between my breasts. Anxious to clean off and cool down, I grabbed my towel and the tubes of shampoo, conditioner, and body gel and stepped into the shower room. It was very warm and steamy in there, as a few shower heads had been left running at the far end of the room. I found it extremely wasteful and that made me cross. I had walked toward the one closest to me and reached out to turn it off when I heard a long, low moaning. My heart leapt in my chest and my eyes stared into the steam, seeking the source of the sound. I couldn't see anything, so I stepped into the stream of water. It was almost too hot as it pummelled my right breast and shoulder, sheeting over my torso and down my legs. My straining eyes made out two figures, one of which was pressed against the wall. Unthinkingly, I stepped forward, concerned that someone was injured or being assaulted, and another moan rolled over me, followed by an obviously pleasured gasp. 'Ahhh,' I thought to myself, 'Good for them.' I turned toward the shower fixture, my fingers fumbling to stop the wasteful flow of water. I made certain that my presence was known as I moved to the farthest showerhead and commenced bathing. I would have left, giving them privacy, but seeing as I was already wet, I decided I might as well finish cleaning up. I squeezed some body gel into my hands and started soaping myself, paying close attention to the places where sweat tended to collect on me: under my arms, beneath my breasts, between my buttocks. My hands flowed over my skin, accompanied by the erotic, symphonic sounds of the two women. I was feeling flushed and warm. My mouth was watering and my nipples were hard. I turned down the water tempurature and slipped my hand between my legs, clearing away the slippery signs of my own arousal, and giving my clit a few good flicks at the same time. I wondered if Pilar would be waiting for me in my room that afternoon, as she was sometimes at loose ends on Thursdays. I went to work on my hair, pulling the elastic band off and unplaiting it. Elbow-length it was, and when I fenced I wore it in a neat braid, but during practice the fencing mask always made me sweat profusely, so I had to wash my hair. One of the tricks of keeping long hair healthy despite almost daily washing is frequent conditioning. After I wet it I worked conditioner into the bottom half, then soaped up my scalp, giving it a nice massage that made me tingle. I rinsed the soap and conditioner out of my hair and as I turned around, my eyes swept the corner where the women were. The steam had thinned enough that I recognized them: a tall, leggy redhead named Erin and a smaller, voluptous latina named Sophia, a couple known by some on campus as Erinna and Sappho. It was Erin who was pressed against the tiled wall, and her expression riveted me. She looked angelic, transcendant. Her pale skin glowed, suffused with a rosy blush. Her neck was arched, her eyes closed, and her mouth, one of those enviable rose-bud mouths, was open, just begging to be kissed. Sophia's darker skin created a lovely contrast. Her body was wet and glistening, back muscles shifting, her body rocking with her efforts to please Erin. Her back was to me, her luscious ass pointed my way as she leaned forward to tease Erin's breasts with her mouth. I could see her vulva there between her legs, dark and mysterious with its occasional flash of pink, winking teasingly at me. Sounds came from Erin's open mouth, ecstatic, glorious sounds, and at one point her eyes opened wide. Her eyes met mine and she smiled. I thought it a rather inviting smile, but I figured I was mistaken. I continued my turn into the spray of the shower when I saw her hand lift from her lover's shoulder and signal to me, 'Come here.' A man would not have hesitated, I know. Certainly, Drew hadn't the few times Pilar or I had given him the come-hither gesture with a crooked finger, inviting him to step over the line from spectator to participant. But I had heard through the grapevine how possessive Sophia was of Erin, and I had no desire whatsoever to provoke one of Sophia's legendary jealous rages. So I raised my eyebrows and pointed at Sophia, my expression doubtful. Erin grinned and leaned forward. I saw her take her lover's earlobe into her mouth, then whisper something. Sophia looked over her shoulder at me. It was an intense glance, her large black eyes studying me, running over my body, noting the hand cupping my breast. I felt a blush run up under my skin, staining my neck and cheeks with colour and heat. I could almost hear her thinking, 'Dilettante,' which was one of the terms we used to describe women who liked to play with other women, but were enthusiastically and unapologetically hetero. In otherwords, she understood that I was no threat. In fact, I realized, recognizing that predatory gaze, she probably considered me 'fresh meat.' She nodded to me and cocked her head in invitation. No further thought needed. I reached out a hand and turned off the shower, then walked slowly toward them. Sophia had already turned back to Erin, her full mouth pressed against the redhead's pale neck. I slipped up behind her, fully under the running water. It sluiced down over my breasts and belly as I pressed the bare skin of my mound against her ass, running my hands up her sides and back down again, pressing my palms into the tops of her thighs. Luscious. I squeezed. God, she was rounded and firm, with just the right give under the skin, like a piece of perfectly ripe fruit. My mouth watered. Without thinking, I sank my teeth into Sophia's shoulder, flicking my tongue across the wet skin. She moaned and leaned back against me for a moment, then focussed again on Erin. She slipped an arm around the other woman's neck and kissed her deeply. Erin's lashes were dark against her pale cheeks as she kissed Sophia back, and then a moan erupted from her as Sophia's hand began moving faster between her thighs. It was amazing to be so close to two women making love, to see and hear and feel the way their bodies expressed their need for each other. As sure as Sophia's fingers were inside Erin, I wanted mine inside Sophia. I wanted to feel that tight, taut slipperiness, I wanted to know how hot it made her, pleasuring Erin. My arm around her, I slid my hand forward, up between her thighs, brushing my fingers along the bushy cleft, teasing her lips apart. I pressed two fingers between her lips and found the wetness I anticipated. Deeper, downward, my fingers teasing the opening there. Up, up, almost to her clit, and down again, my fingers sliding a little further, hinting at entering her, but stopping short. She thrust herself against me and moaned, but I slid my hand up again, this time seeking her clit. I found it, a fleshy nub, well-hooded, a lot like mine, but smaller. I felt momentarily disappointed. My recent intimate introduction to other women's anatomy had me marvelling at the seemingly infinite variety, and yet, feeling a bit out of place. Pilar had exclaimed over the size of my clit inbetween sucking it and scraping it between her teeth: "My god, its bigger than a nipple!" Melody and Serena had been quite envious, "I bet no one has ever had a hard time finding your clit." Word had gotten around and as I was beginning to feel a bit self-conscious; I kept hoping to come across another woman similarly endowed. As for Sophia, well, my fingers found her sizable clit unerringly, and I rolled it between them, making her hips buck. I rubbed my pussy against her ass as she danced in the water with me, my head tilted back, my legs spread shoulder-width apart, my eyes closed to better enjoy the sensations pulsing along my nerve-endings. At some point the sounds coming from Erin compelled me to look at her. She was slumped against the tile wall, her hips bouncing against Sophia's hand. She had one of her long, slender hands wrapped around the other woman's dark hair, and was sucking on her neck just below her ear. Her eyes met mine and she reached her hand out, pulling me forward for a kiss. Warm water ran over our heads as our lips met, plastering our hair in our faces. Our tongues touched, and then she came in my mouth. There is no other way to describe it. Breath exploded from her and filled my lungs. She sucked my tongue and my breath from me and whimpered and moaned, her body frozen in mid-sway. Sophia's torso rocked as she pumped her fingers into Erin, her hips flaring against my groin, making my fingers slip and slide along her clit. When her orgasm ended, Erin wrapped her arms around Sophia's neck and kissed her. I'd never seen two people kiss like that, never experienced it just inches away. It was beautiful and primal, radiating pleaure and gratitude and love and lust. Sophia's pussy clenched around my fingers as Erin kissed her, and I slipped them out, feeling like an invader. But Sophia whimpered as I pulled my fingers out of her, and breaking her kiss with Erin, said "Don't stop." Erin leaned back against the wall and pulled the latina to her. She smiled at me and resumed kissing Sophia. I took a step forward and ran my hand down over Sophia's ass. My fingers entered her from behind, pushing through that pouty, fleshy vulva into intense, slick warmth. The steamy air smelled of soap and sex. Hot water pounded my back, flowing between the cheeks of my ass as I leaned forward a bit to sink my fingers deeper into her. I rested my forehead against her shoulder and closed my eyes, revelling in the feeling of her around my fingers. Such an amazing feeling, being inside a woman. Slowly, I began moving my fingers in and out of her. She gasped and jolted, her muscles clenching around me, and then I realized that Erin was playing with her clit at the same time as I was fucking her with my fingers. It was such a rush. It sent this frisson of excitement through me, the knowledge that we were pleasuring her together, driving her to moan and writhe as we manipulated her, our hands just inches apart. Erin took a step away from the wall and Sophia jammed her feet against it, wrapping her arms against Erin's neck and leaning back against me for support. I wrapped an arm around her ribs and Erin slipped her hand between mine and Sophia's bodies, cupping her ass. Together, we held her up, supporting Sophia as she went limp between us, surrendering to what must have been an intensely pleasurable experience. She panted and thrashed as we stepped up the pace, my fingers sliding faster and pushing deeper, Erin's fingers dancing on her clit. I buried my face in Sophia's hair, soft and dark and smelling of herbs. I kissed the back of her neck, letting my lips trail across her skin. She shivered, and I could feel her flesh pebble under my tongue as I nibbled and sucked. After a few minutes, a series of urgent cries erupted from her, deep and throaty, and I felt her tightening up on my fingers. Yes. Close, so close. I leaned down a little further and the extra leverage allowed me to slide both of my fingers in and out of her fully. She was so wet that I could feel her juices collecting between my fingers and in the palm of my hand, slick and slightly viscous, and oh so hot. On the upstroke I added a third finger, pressing upwards forcefully, and she went rigid, gasping and making "oh oh oh" sounds as her hips snapped to meet my driving fingers. Erin murmured to her, pressing her rosebud mouth to Sophia's face in little kisses. "Come for me, sweetie," she urged in a breathy baby-girl voice. "Come on Kay's fingers, drench them with your juices so I can suck them clean..." I felt surprised that Erin knew my name. How interesting. I wondered how I'd ended up on her radar seeing as I tended to keep such a low profile, and we had few, if any, friends in common. I was also surprised by the dirty-talk. It was so intimate, so intimate a subject, that I was surprised that she would say such things in my presence. But then, I was sliding my fingers in and out of her girlfriend's pussy, my mouth pressed to the back of her neck. Hard to get more intimate than that. I slipped my other hand up Sophia's ribcage to her left breast. I cupped it in my hand and rolled the dark nipple between thumb and forefinger. Sophia gasped and bucked. Erin slid her hand up Sophia's back, her fingers brushing my skin. Then with a swift, sweeping movement not unlike that of an extravagant guitarist, she raked her fingernails down the woman's back, shoulder to ass. Sophia sucked in her breath and arched. She cried out, and it was a sound of pain and release. She bounced in my arms, sliding onto her knees, bringing me and Erin down with her. I kept my fingers inside her, nice and deep, and made short deep pushes as the orgasm rocked her. I could feel her hot, wet pussy clenching on my fingers, and it felt like she was pushing and sucking at them at same time. 'Fucking fantastic!' I thought as she jerked and writhed between us, making the most erotic sounds I'd ever heard. Erin grabbed her by the hair and kissed her, a wild, almost violent kiss that made Sophia whimper. A final push and I stilled my movements, pressing the heel of my hand against her perineum, resting my arm between the cheeks of her ass. Which was still in motion. She rocked and twitched and moaned and gasped through a multiple orgasm. I stroked her nipple lightly and let my tongue trail along her shoulder, enjoying the taste of salt that had sprung up on her skin. Delicious. When she went completely limp, leaning against me, I slowly, ever so slowly, slid my fingers from inside her. I knew from personal experience how unpleasant a too swift withdrawal could be, and I wanted to spare her that. I slipped both arms around her and hugged her to me, pressing my face against her hair and smiling. I met Erin's glance and she grinned at me, her green eyes sparkling. She radiated sexual energy. 'Oh, this one's not done,' I thought to myself, just as she picked my hand up from Sophia's chest and leaned forward. She made good on her promise, sucking my fingers clean of Sophia's juices. She even licked my palm. The feel of her tongue on my skin made me shiver. It made my nipples harden and my vaginal muscles tighten. I could not help myself, I pressed my body against Sophia's back and moaned. Erin looked at Sophia. There was some non-verbal exchange between them, something I could not read because I could only see Erin's face. Whatever it was, they seemed to come to an agreement, and after a heartbeat or two Sophia turned in my arms and kissed me. And oh, what a kiss! She was the first person to kiss me with the same attentiveness that I kiss. She put everything into it, as if nothing existed in the universe but our mouths. Her tongue slid against mine and I felt its sweep through my entire body. Her teeth nipped my bottom lip and I felt as though she was biting into me, savoring me with her mouth like she would a delicacy tasted for the first time. She moaned, and the vibration of her breath in my mouth and on my lips made me tingle, sending waves of gooseflesh coursing over me. I was so wrapped up in the sensation of kissing her that I'd forgotten about Erin. Sophia pressed me backwards and Erin guided me by the shoulders onto the tiled floor. It was warm and wet with the water still pouring from the shower fixtures. 'Wasteful,' and 'The joys of steam boilers', I thought at the same time, bothered by the wastefulness, yet grateful that the water would not run suddenly cold on us, ruining the mood. I raised my knees, pressing my low back against the floor. Sophia hovered over me, her hands resting on my shoulders. She leaned down to kiss me again, her hair falling around us like a dark curtain. I raised a hand to fondle her breast, caressing its fullness, enjoying the way her skin pebbled under my fingertips. I felt a hand run down my belly, and then another one joined it. The hands ran up my the tops of my thighs and then down the insides, a soft, tantalizing touch. Without conscious thought, I allowed my thighs to fall farther apart. The hands drifted back up along the undersides of my thighs, then gripped the backs of my knees, pulling my thighs even farther apart. I resisted at first, but then allowed the liberty, and heard a voice murmuring, "That's it, yes. That's it, just relax." Erin's voice. Erin's breath puffing against the sensitive skin of my mound, soft and smooth from my Wednesday evening bath ritual. Fingers caressed my inner thighs again, sliding downward, then ran ever so lightly along my vulva, teasing the outer lips. I felt her shifting against me and then the heat of her breath, so close. When I realized her intentions, something in me tensed up. I wasn't sure I wanted her to go down on me. It was something so personal, so intimate, and in my book, such an act of love--that I wasn't sure I wanted to experience that level of intimacy with her. Sophia distracted me very effectively by releasing my lips from her kiss and moving to take my nipple in her mouth. God! My back arched and I let out a low moan. The curse of sensitive nipples: stimulate them the right way, and it drives all thought from my mind. She made an appreciative noise at the back of her throat and brought her hand up to tease my other nipple. At the same time, Erin pressed her mouth to me. Surprised, my hips bounced, lifting up toward her face. Her nose brushed my clit, my hard, prominent clit, and I gasped. I felt, more than heard, her chuckle, and a moment later she was nibbling on my inner labia, her thumbs pressing into my flesh, opening me. Two fingers slid into me, easily, so easily, because I was so aroused. Erin sucked my clit into her mouth and moaned, the vibration sending shockwaves through me. She milked it as Sophia did my nipple, sucking, licking, nibbling. It was decadent, being made love to by these women, and I trembled convulsively against the tile floor, on the verge of over-stimulation. But they were good, those two. They brought me to the edge of my senses and held me there, trembling, gasping, flinching. Where The Women Are Ch. 02 Erin's hand moved within me, fingers deft and sensitive, knowing exactly where to press. She found my G-spot, making me cry out. She attacked my clit with renewed fervor and suddenly Sophia was there, hovering over me, her pussy just inches from my face. Her eyes blazed down at me, those fierce dark eyes, and I raised my hands to her hips, bringing her down on me. She was wet and open, her clit hard again. I ran my tongue from her opening to the tip of her clit and back again. She tasted and smelled divine. Salty and tangy, musky and spicy. I wanted more. She moaned and arched, making the jewelled piercing in her navel twinkle. She shifted, leaning forward on her hands, her head toward Erin. "Suck it," Sophia instructed. It was not a request. I took her clit into my mouth, sucking it between my teeth. She pressed her pussy harder against my face. "Yesssss..." she hissed. This must have appealed to Erin, because she attacked my clit, nipping on the hood, scraping it between her teeth. It made me jolt and cry out, and I repeated what she was doing to me on Sophia, eating her pussy the way Erin ate mine. For an endless moment in time, fingers plunged into me, Sophia rocked on my face, Erin's breath splashed across my skin whenever she came up for air. I have no idea how long it lasted, how long it took me to come, but at one point Erin stimulated my clit and G-spot the right way at the right time and that was it. I climaxed. Hard. Harder than I ever had before. I clamped down on Erin's fingers so hard that I don't think she could have pulled them out of me if she tried. I sucked air into my lungs through my nostrils and wailed against Sophia's pussy, my body bucking and writhing, my fingers digging into her hips, clinging to her like she was the only thing keeping me from being swept away. Erin came next. She must have been playing with her clit as she pleasured me, because there she was, shoulders rocking against my thighs, her cries muffled against my pussy, making it vibrate, extending my orgasm. Sophia's thighs closed on my head and her full weight pressed against my face. I could hear nothing but the sounds of my own moaning. Her pussy moved on my face like a mouth, slick and mobile, bumping and grinding shamelessly. I tried to breathe in and succeeded only in sucking pussy juice into my nose. I felt a moment of panic and pushed at her hips. She shifted forward and I gasped for breath, and then she was on me again, rocking against my nose and mouth for all she was worth. Not long afterwards, my eyes tracked the languid movements of her body as she slid off my chest to lay on the floor next to me. My eyes scanned the wall of the shower room, resting for a moment on the doorway, then scanning back. My heart skipped a beat. There was someone there! I had never seen her before. She was dressed in a swimsuit, had probably come here to shower after her swim. I wondered how long she had been there, watching us. My eyes met hers and when she realized she had been caught, she jumped and then turned around, fleeing. I looked at Erin and Sophia. Neither of them seemed to have noticed our unknown observer, and I decided not to tell them about her. Instead, I sat up, groaning at the sudden lightheaded feeling, and ran my fingers through Erin's hair. Her head was still resting against my thigh. "Thank you," I murmured, at a loss for anything else to say. I rarely ever had difficulty finding the words to express myself, but in this case, it seemed that words would only diminish what I felt. Erin gave me a radiant smile, and Sophia trailed her fingers down my arm. "Have dinner with us," Sophie half-asked, half-ordered. Suddenly, I realized that I was ravenously hungry. Sophia was a handful and a mouthful; but a meal, she was not. "Whose house is closest?" I asked, then named mine. It turned out that Erin's was closest, just a short walk from the exercise facility, located between it and the science center where I spent most of my days. We finished up showering and dressing, then headed up the path to her house, chatting about a guest speaker coming to campus. Erin let us into her house and we followed the wonderful smell into the dimly lighted dining room. I was disoriented by the white tablecloths and candles for a moment, then realized it was Thursday. Of course. We always had dinner by candlelight on Thursdays. We gathered our meal from the buffet: London broil, fresh asperagus with hollandaise, and garlic mashed potatoes, then sat down in a private corner to eat and talk quietly. Erin and Sophia both flirted with me, touching me, awakening my flesh even as I fought not to yawn. My body sent me conflicting messages. I wanted to eat, I wanted to sleep. I wanted to fuck, to suck, to taste, to lose myself in the sensual delights these women offered. I wanted to know what Erin tasted and smelled like. I wanted to feel Sophia's wide, mobile mouth on my clit. In the end, curiosity and desire won. As I followed them up to Erin's room after dinner, I knew sleep would be a long way off. I also knew, without a doubt, that it would be the most exhausted, the most satisfying sleep I'd ever have. Where The Women Are Ch. 03 I woke up to the sight of Pilar trying to sneak out of my room with my basket of sex toys. "Hold it!" She froze, then turned around with a grin. "Oh, you're awake," she crooned. I took a long moment to stretch and wriggled my ass against the sleeping Drew. "Where are you going with my toys?" I asked her. Pilar set the basket on my desk and then sat in the chair nearby. She crossed those muscled dancer's legs and smiled for me. "Well, darling, you see, I need to borrow them." Internally, I groaned. When Pilar says 'darling' and turns on the charm, she wants something. And she usually gets it. I looked at the basket, my eyebrows raised. A vintage picnic basket from the late 40's, Grandmother shipped it to me as a care package. Only when it arrived it was full of things to put in my mouth, not...other orifices. It was large enough to hold about two dozen toys, excluding my Magic Wand, which was almost always tucked into the corner of my bed. "Take the ones you want, Pilar. And grab some condoms," I reminded her. I don't mind lending my toys out for trial runs, but I'm finicky about hygiene. Pilar used both hands to tuck her dark, chin-length hair behind her ears. Pretty little ears, with diamond studs in them. She leaned forward with an earnest expression. "Kay, luv, I need all of them," she said. "What!" I exclaimed. Drew groaned. "Give her the damned toys and give me some rest," he grumbled and rolled over. I swatted at him and slipped out of bed. Pilar looked me over and smiled. "Bruises," she sang. 'Ah, hell,' I thought, and looked down. Fingerprints and teeth-marks on hips and breasts, some bruising on my wrists. Evidence of a wild night. I blushed. Definitely long-sleeves for a few days. "Why do you need all of them?" I asked her in a whisper. She took a step up to me and slipped her arms around my neck. Her fingers caressed my cheek, played with my hair, making my skin pebble. She brought her mouth up to my ear. "For the masturbation workshop," she whispered back. "I thought it was a 'bring your own toy' thing?" I asked her. She stamped a foot on the hardwood floor. "Kay, you have no idea how many women do not know how to masturbate, never mind own their own toys!" I figured she had a point there. Hmm. If most women were comfortable touching themselves, Pilar's intimate little workshops wouldn't be in demand. I kissed her. "Mmmm," she sighed, and said, "You smell like your own juices." I had a flashback to the previous evening, to the memory of Drew bringing me to orgasm with his mouth, and the delicious kisses that followed. My nipples tightened and I felt that rush of warmth between my hips. I nuzzled her neck. "When does the workshop start?" I asked, sliding my hands down her back. "Oh...in about 20 minutes." She grinned cheekily at me, knowing what I had on my mind. "Let me borrow the pic-a-nic basket, Yogi, and you can use the toys on me later." "Ok, BooBoo." I squeezed her bottom and kissed her cheek. "Good luck with the workshop. Keep 'em coming." She groaned at the bad pun, collected the basket from where she had placed it on my desk, and danced through the door connecting our rooms. Leaving me alone with Drew. Poor Drew. So much for getting some rest. I slipped into the bathroom to freshen-up a bit and assess damages. After brushing my teeth and washing my face I took careful stock of the condition of my body. Drew and I had not seen each other in two weeks and the lovebites and bruises were proof of the urgency of our lovemaking. My fingers confirmed that my clit and bottom were tender, but that my vagina was remarkably resilient, as there was no residual discomfort there at all...just residual fluids and the scent of sex. A quick sponge-bath had me feeling fresh and frisky, and I knew just the person to share it with. I sat on the edge of my bed and reached a hand out toward Drew, caressing his shoulders. Such nice, broad swimmer's shoulders, with a butterflier's lats. Mmmm. I pushed the sheet farther down his back, my fingers tracing the scratches on his smooth skin, remembering the moments of extreme pleasure that provoked me to mark him so. Farther down, I found the half-moon shapes on his waist and ass, and a couple of faint wheals, as well. I ran my hand down over his flank and back up again, my fingers brushing between his thighs and the cheeks of his ass, teasing the fine, downy hair there. He sighed and moaned a bit, shifting position so that he lay forward more, his knee bending so that his legs were farther apart. I smiled at the invitation and ran my hand over his thigh again. At the back of his knee I circled my fingers and started along the inner thigh, touching more firmly so as not to tickle him too much. I grazed his balls with my fingernails, pulled gently at the hair growing there. He moaned again and raised his ass up a bit. I sent my hand down, slipping it along the stiffness there, giving him a firm squeeze. My hands on him were getting me excited. I loved his body, how responsive he was to my touch, and his feral sensuality, keen as my own. I pushed the sheets all the way to the foot of the bed and lay down between his legs. My hands returned to cup his balls, holding them up to my mouth so I could tongue them, suck them, breathe on them, watching the skin crinkle and crawl. I sought and found that little, round, hairless spot there, teasing it with my tongue, making him bounce and moan. I ran my tongue up between his buttocks, parting them slowly, firmly with my hands. He moaned in earnest then, Drew did, when I put my mouth on his ass, running my tongue across the dark spot in the center. Salty, musky, slightly sour. He lurched a little and his cheeks flexed under my hands, but I persisted until he was pushing back toward me and he had relaxed enough for my tongue to delve into the opening there. "Turn over," I instructed, and he did so, with alacrity. He plumped up some pillows and shoved them behind his head so he could see what was coming. He loved to watch me fellate him, not only because he liked to see his dick slide in and out of my mouth, which he said was always fun to see, but because he liked to watch me. Because I enjoy it so much. I knelt between his legs and leaned forward on my elbows. As I reached for him, I met his eyes and smiled a slow, sensual smile. I held that eye contact as I rubbed the tip of his sex against my bottom lip. He was hard enough that the foreskin was partially retracted, forming a reservoir for his precome. I smeared it across my lip and tasted it with my tongue. Mmmmm. With my right hand I clasped the base of his cock and slid it upward toward the head, tugging the foreskin forward. I dipped my tongue inside the folds of skin, sliding it around the tip, making him flinch and whimper. I opened my mouth and followed my hand's slow, firm slide down the shaft of his cock, tickling the knob on the underside of the head with my tongue. He smelled and tasted wonderful. His skin was soft and smooth under my hands and mouth, a sensual delight, and I reveled in the way it felt, drawing out our arousal for as long as I could. Eventually, though, my hunger for him grew, and I wanted the taste of his come on my tongue. The slow sliding of my mouth and my hand over his sex became more urgent, more demanding. His legs tensed and the muscles in them shifted, his head tilted back and he began to sigh and pant. I moved the fingers of my left hand between my legs and dipped them into my pussy. When I withdrew them, they were covered in my slippery juices. I ran my slick fingers along the cleft of his buttocks, teasing the little hole there. I circled it with a finger tip, pressing and releasing with care. The steady rhythm of my mouth and fingers soon relaxed him enough for me to slip a finger inside him to my second knuckle. Drew's answering moan was music to my ears and my body responded with another wave of moisture between my thighs. Keeping my mouth on him, I moved my right hand to my pussy and began teasing my clit. At this point Drew looked down his body at me and raised his hands to my head. He slipped his fingers under my hair and took control of the rhythm of my mouth, thrusting slowly in and out. I slipped my finger a little further into his anus and then back out, trying to match the rhythm of his hips as he forced himself deeper into my mouth. Meanwhile, my other hand was busy between my legs, sliding between the folds of my labia, back and forth between my clitoris and hole. Languid moans filled my bedroom as we both pursued our passion in an almost leisurely fashion, savoring the slow burn of arousal before the orgasms we knew were coming quenched it. I relaxed my neck and mouth as much as I could, enjoying the slide of him between my lips, the scent, the taste, the feel of his balls bouncing against my hand. My tongue teased the underside of his cock; I scraped my teeth lightly against the knob there, echoing the moan it elicited with one of my own. My fingers busily tapped away at my clit, nudging me closer to orgasm. I slipped a second finger into his ass, working it slowly into him. When he began writhing a bit I started sucking harder on him, and in response his fingers tightened on my head. He began thrusting upward with this hips, short, shallow strokes, enjoying the suction. I made my fingers in his ass mimic the rhythm of his hips, pushing in and out with short jabs. After perhaps a minute of this his balls pulled up against his body and I knew he was close to coming. I moaned and redoubled my efforts with my fingers, stimulating my clit and his ass in the same urgent rhythm. Suddenly, Drew pulsed in my mouth, and his hands pulled my head down farther so that he was practically grinding into my face. I swallowed a few times and struggled backwards against his hands, needing to breathe. He relaxed the pressure and I slid back a bit, sucking air in through my nostrils. I kept tonguing him and moving my fingers inside him, and as I ran my tongue across the tip of his sex he convulsed. I went still, instinctively knowing that additional stimulation would be so excruciating that it would only dim the intensity of his orgasm, and I focused on bringing myself to that place. I closed my eyes and savored the feel of him in my mouth, the taste of his come on my tongue, and the slide of my fingers on my clit. My mind cast back to the previous night, to lying blindfolded and naked on my bed, brought to orgasm again and again by his near-feral lovemaking. As I remembered the intensity of those moments I reached my climax. With a final suck I dragged my mouth off his sex and leaned my head against his thigh, sighing and trembling through my own pleasure. Afterwards, I crawled up beside him and pulled the sheet over us, and we napped. Perhaps an hour or two later there was a rap on the connecting door between mine and Pilar's rooms. I heard her voice asking, "Are you decent?" and in response to my mumbled, "Not really," she opened the door and sailed into the room holding the hand of another woman. "Pilar!" I grumped at her. "Sorry, Kay darling, but I have someone you really must meet." She pointed at the girl next to her. "This is Hope." I looked at the girl. She seemed vaguely familiar, but I could not place her. Light brown hair, pale blue eyes, skinny build, all elbows and knees. I looked back at Pilar, my eyebrows raised, and said, "Hello Hope." Pilar was brimming with energy. She looked like she was bursting to say something. I wasn't going to ask, I knew she would tell me when she was ready. "Hope was at my workshop," she began, and I knew she was excited, because she was slipping into her native British accent. You can rename British Honduras to Belize, but you can't take the 'British' out of their spoken English. Or atleast, not hers. "Umm-hmmm," I responded and nodded. "How did it go?" I noticed that she had not brought the pinic basket in with her. "And where are my toys?" "The workshop went fine. They're in my room, luv. I'm going to make sure they are in good order before I return them." I looked at Hope again. Damn, she looked familiar, but at the same time, I knew I did not know her. She met my eyes and looked away, blushing. I wondered if it was because I was still snugged up against Drew, my leg thrown over one of his, and my hand resting on his ass. The sheet, even if it was 1000 thread-count, really was too thin to conceal much. "Hope told an interesting story during the masturbation workshop, darling. I think you will be very interested to hear it." She turned and looked at Hope, who blushed even more furiously. "Go on, tell her." "Pilar," I growled warningly. "Do you you really think this is an appropriate time for story-telling?" She made a face at me. "Do please listen, Kay. You know that problem you've been having with Sophia and Erin? Well," she said, drawing the word out, "Hope here is the source of the rumours." "What?" I looked at the mousey girl again, feeling shocked. And as soon as I looked at her, I knew. The last time I has seen her, she was in a swim suit. "Swim Girl!" I exclaimed, and lunged out of the bed. "You!" She flinched as I approached her, but she stared, as well. Even licked her lips. I could feel her eyes on my breasts. "I guess she's seen you naked, too, so there is no need to put on a robe or anything," Pilar said wryly. "Fuck!" I marched over the to the closet and yanked open the door, then grabbed my robe off its hook. I slipped the chenille over my skin and immediately felt better. Such soft and sensual material. Drew stirred and grumbled. "Kay, I'm exhausted, I need to sleep!" "Fine," I responded. "Lets take your guest back to your room, Pilar." Pilar took Hope by the shoulders and steered the girl into her room, putting herself between us. Which is just as well, because I was sorely tempted to throttle her. I could feel the adrenaline surging through me. I'd been through hell the past month with Erin and Sophia. We had all three of us been appalled by the rumours flying around. They'd accused me of spreading the story of what happened between us in the showers. I told them it wasn't me, that I would never be that indiscreet. I had told them about Swim Girl but they thought I was making her up. And since I'd never seen her before I had no idea how to track her down, other than haunting the pool area, which I had done for a couple of weeks. For me, anger is a hot flash that passes as soon as it rises. Most of the time. If I stay angry, I grow cold, dispassionate, and intense. It rolls off of me in tangible waves, and it makes people very uncomfortable. Like Hope. She was sitting on the edge of Pilar's bed, her hands in her lap, her fingers weaving knots with each other. "Why are you here?" I asked her, my voice cold and unfriendly. "Pilar..." she stopped, then started again. "Pilar said she knew someone who wanted to meet me." "Clever Pilar," I said and flicked her a glance. "Call Erin and Sophia, tell them to get over here," I instructed. She went to her desk and pulled out the campus directory, then picked up the phone. The first number she tried rang to voice mail. The second, she got through to someone. I listened with half an ear while watching Hope, who had gone quite pale. "They will be here in 10 minutes," Pilar said. I nodded and leaned back in the chair to wait. I uncrossed my legs and re-crossed them the other way, leaving them exposed. I noticed that Hope's eyes rested where the robe was parted highest on my thigh. 'Gay, or curious,' I thought to myself. 'Which might explain her enthusiasm about what she witnessed.' I continued watching the girl, my eyes steady on her slight form. I was angry with her, because she was either intentionally malicious or completely naive about what her stories had done. I knew she wasn't stupid--she wouldn't have been admitted to our college if she was. Pilar tried to chitchat with the girl, but she simply sat there, perched on the edge of the bed, transfixed by my stare. "Kay, darling, won't you say something? You're making us both nervous." "I'm pissed-off, so the less said the better," I looked at Pilar. She opened her mouth to say something. I shook my head at her. "Don't push me," I warned. She shivered and nodded, remembering. The only time she pushed me after I'd warned her not to, I cut her off. She ceased to exist as a person to me. She was just another someone I went to school with. It took a long time to build trust and respect again. But Pilar is nothing if not persistent. As am I. The three of us sat in silence until Pilar's phone rang. She answered it, saying she would be right down. Security is important at women's colleges, and guests must be escorted upstairs to our rooms. "Is it safe to leave the two of you alone?" she asked me. "I won't touch her. In fact, I'll move over here," I said, and moved to stand against a wall near where the door opened, a spot that would conceal me from the view of anyone entering the room. Pilar left, and when she did, Hope and I watched each other warily. I'd taken up my position by the door partly to keep her from escaping. After a couple of minutes I reached a hand down into my robe and rubbed a spot on my breast that ached a little. I parted the robe so I could get a look at the sore place. A lovebite marked the spot. I smiled reminiscently and looked up at Hope through my lashes. Sure enough, her eyes were fastened on my breast and her mouth was open just a little. I traced my fingers over the livid markings. "Drew got a little carried away last night," I remarked. Her eyes flicked up to my face and she blushed. She shifted on the bed, bringing her knees together, and smoothing her gray skirt down over her thighs. She was saved from needing to respond by the door swinging open. Pilar was still chattering as Erin and Sophia followed her into the room. They stopped, both of them looking at Hope. Pilar closed the door and I stepped into view. Sophia muttered someting vile under her breath and took a lunging step toward me and I shifted my feet, taking up a stance that would allow me to respond appropriately to just about any move she could make. I smiled calmly at her. "Sophia stop!" Pilar exclaimed at the same moment Erin asked, "What is going on?" I could feel the hostility rolling off of Sophia, and I did not take my eyes off her. We were both from California, and I'd had my fair share of fights with Chicanas. I knew I could handle her, but I also knew that she would jump my ass if I let my guard down, and I did not want to take any damage from those vicious fingernailis of hers. I raised a hand and pointed at Hope, whom I could see out of the corner of my right eye. "Swim Girl," I said, simply. Three pairs of eyes turned to stare at Hope. I kept mine on Sophia. "Tell them, Pilar." I instructed. Pilar told them about her masturbation workshop and how Hope had begun regaling everyone with the story about what she had seen in the showers that day. When I was certain that Sophia was no longer intent on doing me harm, I focussed on Hope. Her head was down, and her bobbed hair half-covered her face. Her long fingers played nervously with the hem of her skirt. Sophia and Erin were both livid. Erin's pale skin was flushed bright red, clashing with her hair. Sophia's black eyes were large and flashing, and she was muttering under her breath in Spanish. Both of them looked ready to lay hands on Hope. Not a good sign. I went to the girl, going down on one knee before her with my hands over hers. I was still a bit angy, but mostly, I wanted to get across to her the serious wrong she had committed. I forced her to meet my eyes and I told her what her gossip-mongering had done, how it had made something beautiful and special into a spectacle to be tittered over. How it had created no end of embarassment and even enmity between myself and the other two women, because they had blamed me as the source of the rumours and refused to believe my claim that a girl in a swimsuit had been watching in the doorway. How it was bad enough that my sex life was public knowledge, but to be called a liar on top of it and hated by two women I admired was the worst part of all. Where The Women Are Ch. 03 When I ran out of things to say, I stood up and stepped away. Hope raised a trembling hand to wipe the tears from her face. She took a deep breath and gripped the hem of her skirt in both hands, then looked up, meeting my eyes, then Sophia's, then Erin's. "I'm so sorry," she said. "You're sorry?" Sophia asked. She looked at Erin with an incredulous expression on her face. "She's sorry." Erin's hand reached out and slapped Hope's cheek. It happened so quickly none of us had time to react. Hope raised a hand to her face and started crying in earnest. "I'm so sorry," she said almost to her self. She hugged her other arm around her waist and started rocking a little. "Sorry doesn't cut it," said Erin at the same time Sophia said, "Sorry isn't good enough." They looked at each other, and a moment later, Pilar intersposed herself between Hope and the two women. "What are you going to do?" She asked them. "I'm going to put her skinny white ass over my lap and spank her, is what I'm going to do," ground Sophia. She tried to push past Pilar, and I put a hand on her arm, thumb lightly pressing a nerve cluster just enough to get her attention. Two sets of eyes, one black, one dark brown, met and dueled. I shook my head and spoke to Sophia in language we both understood on a visceral level. "First, don't touch Pilar, she mine. Second, this her room. Nothing happen here she don't want to happen, ne?" Erin and Pilar pulled us apart before Sophia could respond to my warning. Hope spoke up. "Ok," she said. "What?" Pilar asked, turning to look at the mousy girl we'd momentarily forgotten. "Sophia can spank me. I suppose I deserve it." She was silent for a moment. "No, there is no 'suppose' about it. I deserve that, and far worse." She wiped the tears off her face, then stood up and walked to Sophia. She took the sexy latina's hand and squeezed it. "I really am sorry, Sophia. I didn't realise all the trouble I caused." I smiled to myself. It was pretty obvious to me that Hope was hot for Sophia. I wondered if the others noticed, too? Sophia looked at Erin, her face alight with excitement and anticipation. "Spanking enough?" she asked. Erin grinned, then looked thoughtful. She glanced at Hope and for a moment something flashed across her face. I wasn't certain, but it seemed to me that she felt sorry for the girl. I had a feeling she'd been spanked by Sophia before and had not found it an enjoyable experience. "Thirty swats," she said, "Ten for each of us. What do you think, Kay?" "In her underwear," I amended. I wanted to see the pink glow on her pale skin when Sophia was done with her. We all looked at Hope. She wrung her hands together, fresh tears falling from her eyes, and nodded submissively. "Ok," she said in a quavering voice. "Thirty swats, in my--in my undies." Sophia lifted Pilar's straight-backed chair from her desk and placed it in the middle of the room, then sat in it. Erin moved to stand behind her, Pilar turned up the radiator, and Hope ducked into the bathroom.. I leaned against the wall near the bathroom door, listening to make sure she didn't head into my room and disturb Drew. Two minutes later Hope appeared, bearing her clothes in a nicely-folded bundle. She had a long, lean runner's body, I could see, with very small breasts and impossibly thin legs. She wore a camisole and matching bottoms, both silk, in a peach colour. She laid her clothes at the foot of Pilar's bed and stood there, her head bowed, bobbed brown hair once again concealing her face. Pilar went to her, put her hand on the younger woman's arm. "You don't have to do this, you know." "Yes, I do," Hope said, and taking a deep breath, turned around and walked to Sophia. "How do you want me?" "Erin, bring a pillow," Sophia said. Erin grabbed a throw pillow from the chair under the window and handed it to Sophia, who dropped it on the floor to her left. She then took Hope's hand and pulled her over her lap so the girl's bottom was in the air and her head was down, almost to the floor. "Pilar, will you keep count please?" Sophia asked, rightly so, as Pilar was not an interested party. Pilar winced and nodded. Sophia ran her right hand over Hope's bottom. I watched the girl flinch, watched her body tighten up until she was taut as a bowstring. "Are you ready, Hope?" she asked. The girl whimpered, but she nodded. Sophia raised her hand, let it fall. The was a loud, stinging 'SMACK' followed immediately by a cry from Hope. The girl kicked her legs out and wriggled on Sophia's lap. "One," Pilar said solemnly. Sophia rested her hand on the girl's bottom and then let it rise and fall. Again, the 'SMACK' was chased by a cry from Hope. Her hips bounced, pressing her mound momentarily against Sophia's knee. "Two," said Pilar. Just as Pilar counted the tenth swat, the bathroom door opened and Drew walked in, naked as the day he was born, with an erection that would be the envy of any nymph-chasing satyr. "Can I watch whatever game you are play--- Hey! What the hell?" Hope gasped and tried to squirm off Sophia's lap. Erin dove for her, helping Sophia hold her in place. Pilar and I grabbed Drew. "Not now, Drew." I said, pushing him back into the bathroom. "Kay, what's going on?" he asked in a bewildered tone. His face was adorably sleepy and I wanted nothing more than to grab him by that gorgeous cock and lead him back to my room. But I felt responsible for Hope's safety and I couldn't do that while I was romping my boyfriend in another room. "Not now, Drew," I said even more firmly. I walked him into the bathroom, gave him a hard kiss, and then closed the door in his face. I turned the lock, just to be safe, then leaned back against it and crossed my arms. I nodded at Sophia. "I believe we were at ten," I said, eyeing Hope's ass. What I could see of it was nice and pink. There was even a livid hand-print visible where her thigh met her buttocks. "My hand hurts, Kay, let me borrow your slipper?" Sophia asked. I walked over to the chair and slid the slipper off my foot, then leaned down to pick it up. When I handed it to Sophia, I caught her eyes staring boldly into the gap of my robe. My breasts were clearly visible, pale white mounds the size of grapefruits, with brownish-pink nipples. I met her eyes and smiled. Such a carnal wench she was, just like me. Sophia wielded the heel of the slipper in her hand and swung it against Hope's ass, catching the top of her thigh as well. The smack was muffled, but the squeal from Hope was no less loud. Pilar announced "Eleven" and the girl bounced on Sophia's lap, her pubis grinding against Sophia's knee. I could see that her face was red and her mouth was open. Her panting breaths filled the silence of the room. As Pilar continued the count, I watched Sophia. The colour rose in her cheeks as she spanked Hope, and her eyes sparkled. Her nipples were hard under the thin knit of her turtleneck, and I wasn't sure that all of the squirming she was doing in her chair had to do with Hope's wriggling and bouncing. No. I was pretty certain that Sophia was finding this spanking highly erotic. I know I was. At twenty-two swats, Hope's head was leaning into her crossed arms, which were pressed into the pillow on the floor. She was crying in earnest, and begging Sophia to stop. Yet she remained in the woman's lap. By then, her thighs were also splashed with red marks. Sophia had been merciful, spreading the swats out over a larger area than just Hope's bottom. 'She will be tender tomorrow, but she will be able to sit,' I thought. "No more?" she asked, her left hand lightly caressing Hope's low back. The girl whimpered and begged, her body writhing in Sophia's lap. "Erin," Sophia asked, looikng lover her shoulder. "Are you satisfied?" Erin's eyes were cool. She flicked her eyes in my direction, then she nodded and said yes. "And you, Kay? Are you satisfied?" I looked at Hope, her body stretched across the latina's lap, looked again at her red-splotched skin. "I suppose so," I answered. Sophia unceremoniously pushed the girl off her lap. Hope sprawled at her feet in a sobbing heap. "You owe me eight licks," Sophia said, and pressed the toe of one of her shoes against the girl's belly. Erin gasped and frowned. I watched as she crossed her arms under her breasts and stared daggers into the back of Sophia's head. 'Trouble?' I found myself wondering. Hope kneeled and leaned her forehead against Sophia's feet. "Thank you, Sophia, thank you," she whimpered. 'Well, well. A sub is born,' I thought to myself as Hope's ass flared in front of me and I got a good look at the wet spot in her panties and the gleam of moisture on her thighs. I did not doubt for a moment that Sophia would get the eight licks the girl owed her. And based upon her pouty expression, I did not doubt that Erin would get her own, as well. Probably first. I could feel my own juices slippery on my thighs. I thought of Drew in the other room, with that delicious erection going to waste... Watching Sophia spank Hope made me hot, and I knew just the tool to use to stoke the flames. I turned the lock on the bathroom door and crooked my finger at Pilar. "Come along BooBoo. I know a certain Ranger who is hungry for a sandwich."