26 comments/ 132029 views/ 139 favorites Winter Of Angela By: subtleperfume When I first arrived at the University of Maryland in 1998, I was more than a little intimidated. The campus seemed huge and since I was from out of state, I didn't have any friends attending with me. I had initially been drawn there by the excellent reputation of Maryland's engineering program. And, once classes got underway, it became apparent that the reputation was well deserved. The curriculum was challenging and most of my teachers kept me on my toes. I thoroughly enjoyed being made to think in new ways. After class, though, was another matter. I had always been shy and this was the first time I'd ever been away from family and friends for an extended period. A month into my first semester and I was acutely homesick and second guessing my decision to attend a college so far from home. Which is why I was so fortunate to have had Angela for a roommate. Her personality was, in many ways, a striking contrast to mine. She was vivacious and seemed remarkably comfortable in her own skin for someone so young. Of course, I often mused, I would probably have radiated confidence as well, if I had her looks. I don't mean to say that I was unattractive; quite the contrary. My athletic 5'6" frame combined with my red hair to garner me my fair share of male attention. My 'A' cup breasts may not have been my favorite feature, but smooth skin, well proportioned hips and legs combined with a ready smile to more than make up for them. But, Angela? She was something else altogether. Angela only stood five foot two, but the curves she packed onto that tiny frame were truly eye-popping. Her voluptuous breasts had hypnotized nearly every male pair of eyes that encountered them (and a few of the females to boot!). Beneath these treasures, her torso tapered to a trim waist which then flared to femininely wide hips with lusciously rounded buttocks. Anyone walking behind her found their gaze drawn irresistibly to that swaying 'oh my god' ass, which only led you to her alluring legs. To top it all off, Angela's skin was a flawless, creamy dark chocolate that seemed to radiate good health. That rich, coffee complexion was the perfect setting for her large, expressive, amber eyes which were shaded by long lashes. Her shapely lips often widened into a dazzling smile that usually carried more than a trace of mischief. But, enough, for now, of Angela's physical charms. It was her easy-going confidence and friendly demeanor that smoothed my adjustment to being away from home for the first time. We helped each other with our homework, checked each others' papers, and all the while, she slowly drew me out of my shell. But as much as I enjoyed Angela's company, I was still frustrated by the lack of privacy there in the dorm. Back home, my sister and I had never had to share a room. As I've mentioned, I was somewhat shy. Angela used to ridicule me mercilessly for stepping into the bathroom every time I wanted to get dressed or change clothes. Eventually, I stopped doing this just to get her to shut up about it, but it definitely took some getting used to. Worst of all though, was there was no opportunity to masturbate. After several weeks with no chance to relieve myself, I was getting pretty wound up. I was still a virgin when I arrived at Maryland, though I had a boyfriend during most of my junior and all of my senior year of high school. Sander and I worked our way up to some pretty heavy petting, but I simply wasn't ready to go all the way yet. Whenever it seemed like I was going out of my mind with lust (which was way too often by twelfth grade!), I would simply promise myself a pillow-biting climax as soon as I got home that night. By the summer before college started, it seemed I was treating myself to a long, drawn out session of self pleasure damn near every night. And here I was, four weeks into my first semester at University and not a single orgasm; not even a quickie! Day by day, I was getting hornier and grumpier. Something had to give, and soon! It was with this uppermost in my mind, that I walked into our dorm room after classes one Friday evening. It looked as if I'd arrived just after Angela, since she was just hanging up her coat and hadn't yet unloaded her backpack. As I closed the door behind me, she beamed that cover-girl smile in my direction and said, "Emma, I've been wanting to talk to you about something... delicate. Would this be a bad time?" That, of course, piqued my curiosity, but I was also ravenous, so I answered, "Would you mind if we ordered some pizza first?" "That sounds perfect. Extra cheese and green peppers, right?" I nodded assent at our frequent compromise, since she didn't like my artichokes and I wasn't too crazy about her mushrooms. While we waited for the pizza delivery, we both started getting out of our clothes to change into our PJ's. As Angela undressed with her back mostly turned my way, I found myself checking out her figure. When she had removed her blouse and bra, she bent down to take off her socks and then pull off her jeans. I stopped what I was doing and found myself staring at her opulent breasts hanging down as she leaned over. It was a little cool in the room and I could see even from this three quarter rear view that her nipples were protruding. My eyes wandered from her breasts to the smooth expanse of skin across her well toned back. Her flesh was so lustrous and supple that I felt an urge to reach out and run my hands across it. That impulse didn't exactly weaken as she slid her pants off and I got an eyeful of her glorious backside. As she lifted her left leg to pull completely free of her jeans, I also got a glimpse of her sex. Did I detect a gleam of moisture there or was that simply my overactive imagination? I was pulled abruptly from my reverie by Angela's voice, "Are you gonna finish getting undressed or do you have to watch me to see how it's done?" My complexion must've deepened by three shades and I was about to stammer out an apology when there was a knock on the door. Angela threw on a robe and called out "Who is it?". As she opened the door to the pizza guy, I realized the tone of Angela's question to me had been flippant and she probably hadn't meant anything by it. But, I also was suddenly aware that my mouth had damn near been watering while I watched her disrobe and that there was a familiar tingle between my thighs. Jesus Christ! What the hell was wrong with me!? Was I so horny that I was now salivating over a female!? Obviously, I had to find some way to get some time alone; some way to relieve the mounting tension before I made a fool of myself. After the delivery man had left, Angela and I each spread out across our respective beds and started to chow down. I looked across the few feet that separated our beds to see her trying to subdue an unruly string of cheese that hung between her lips and the pizza several inches away in her hand. I suddenly remembered that she had wanted to talk. "What was the 'something delicate' you mentioned earlier?" "Oh yeah. Look Em, I don't know about you, but I feel pretty lucky that we ended up with each other as roommates. Especially when you consider some of the horror stories you hear." "I got somebody who's smart, funny, easygoing and considerate. I couldn't have gotten a better roomie if I'd been able to pick one myself." I warmed at her praise while bracing myself for the "but" I sensed was imminent. Angela continued, "So, my problem isn't with you so much as with our situation. I've hesitated to bring it up because I know you are a private person and somewhat bashful. But things are coming to the point where I felt I had to speak up and I'm hoping we've gotten close enough that you won't be embarrassed." With that, she swallowed the last of her pizza, wiped her hands and mouth with a napkin and looked me squarely in the eye, "After all, sweetie, just remember... it's only me." The smile on Angela's face was disarming. It made me feel safe. "We've been rooming together for about a month now. Our schedules this semester are nearly identical, so, for the most part, when I'm here, you're here. When I'm away, you're away." "In many ways, that's been a blessing. After all, it's allowed us to get to know each other pretty well and to become really comfortable with one another. In fact, the only drawback I can think of is that neither of us had had any time to ourselves." "Well, I don't know about you, but I am getting SERIOUSLY horny. I mean, I'm talking head-exploding, fuck-anything-that-moves horny." I must've been staring at her with a stunned look across my features. Of course, I'd been thinking exactly the same thing, but I would NEVER have had the nerve to say it out loud. Finally, Angela giggled, "Close your mouth, Emma. The look on your face right now is priceless." "I know we haven't really talked much about sex, but I assume you're in the same boat too, right?" I looked down, but nodded my head and replied quietly, "yup." "We're both from out of town," Angela pointed out, "and neither of us had boyfriends in the area. And, with our schedules, it's not like we've had time to socialize much so far. To tell the truth, I don't really want the distraction of a boyfriend until I've got a full semester under my belt." "I'd wondered about that." I replied. "When I first met you, I was worried that I wouldn't be able to study in the room with the inevitable deluge of guys I figured you'd be attracting." "Why, thank you." Angela beamed. "That's a wonderful compliment. I have been asked out a few times and I have to tell you, I'm gettin' so horny, my resolve is beginning to weaken." We both giggled at that. "Back home," Angela went on, "the answer would've been simple: I would've just 'taken care of business' myself. But, as I mentioned before, privacy has been at a premium around here, so there hasn't exactly been the opportunity. If you're agreeable, I think I've figured a way to change that." "I'm all ears." I answered in a low voice. "I've talked to some other dorm dwellers who are dating. Some of them use a system where one of them disappears for a previously agreed upon time. While that one is gone for, let's say, a couple of hours, the other roomie gets some alone time with their date. Of course, the previously deprived roomie gets their chance another time." "There's no reason, this system couldn't work for us, except we won't be, you know... with dates." I didn't respond, but my nervous fidgeting, downcast glance and deepening complexion must've spoken volumes. "Oh, c'mon, sweetie. I figured this might be outside your comfort zone, but I had to speak up or I was gonna burst!" "I mean," Angela continued, "isn't it getting to you too, or am I the lone 'bitch in heat' here?" I cleared my throat and tried to find my voice, "No, you definitely aren't the only one. In fact, despite my obvious embarrassment, I'm glad you brought it up. I was getting pretty desperate myself, but I didn't have the faintest idea what to do about it." My words quieted even further, but at least I finally looked Angela in the eye to say, "It needed to be said and I'm grateful you took the initiative. Thank you." Angela rose to her knees on her bed and bowed mockingly in several directions, as if playing to a large crowd. In a preposterous approximation of a baritone, she said, "It's all in a days work for your friendly neighborhood knight in shining armor. We rescue damsels from dragons, evil sorceresses... and horniness!" "Give me a break!" I jeered as I lobbed a rolled up pair of socks at her. They struck her squarely between the eyes with a satisfying plop. Before the socks had even settled on her comforter, she had sprung across the space between our beds and pinned me to my mattress. Continuing in her counterfeit baritone, she cried, "Oh thou foul knave! You dare assault one of the king's own? Surely, you know the penalty?" With that, her hands released my wrists to begin tickling my sides and under my arms mercilessly. I am extremely sensitive there and began laughing uncontrollably. After writhing and shrieking under her for a couple of minutes, I finally managed to gasp, "Pleasepleaseplease! No more! If you don't stop, I'm gonna pee!" Again with the silly voice, Angela replied, "Dost thou yield?" "Yes!" I answered breathlessly. "I yield... I surrender... I give! Anything you want! Please... no more!" Still straddling my hips, Angela rose up. I was aware of the warmth of her body on mine and the thought flitted through my head that she felt nice, before I forcibly chased that thought away. "Ooooh!" Angela cooed. "You'd better be glad I'm not a guy or that 'anything you want' stuff might get you into trouble." With that, she rolled off of me and stretched out beside me, giggling, "Hell, girl. As horny as I am, it still might get you into trouble." Before I could respond to that, Angela continued, "Speaking of 'horny', it occurs to me that tomorrow is Saturday and neither of us have classes. This is like the perfect opportunity to give this 'schedule' we discussed a chance. You game?" I blushed again and hid my face in the bedspread, meekly uttering "Yes." "Oh, stop being such a chickenshit, girl." Angela chided. It's the most natural thing in the world and the fact that we've both been deprived for so long is downright unnatural." "Besides", Angela added, "haven't you gotten comfortable enough with me yet to talk about this stuff without working yourself into a tizzy?" I looked up at her and said, "Angela, you shouldn't take that personally. It's just that I've never talked much with anyone about sex. Not my sister, or my best friend back home. I mean, we've skirted the issue a bit, but none of us were as bold and up front about it as you are. I'm kind of envious. I wish I had your confidence. But, give me some time. I'll get there." Angela put her hand on my shoulder, leaned close and gave me a peck on the cheek. I liked that, and damn it if she didn't smell good, too. "I'm just giving you a hard time, hon. Take as much time as you need." She lay flat on her back, but with her head still turned to me, her eyes on mine. "You know", she said in a contemplative tone, "I had a good feeling about you when we first met and it's only gotten better since. I'm surprised at how much I've come to care for you in such a short time. So, if it makes you any more relaxed with me, keep in mind that I won't ever knowingly do anything to embarrass or hurt you. OK?" "OK." Angela's eyes held mine for a moment more, then her lips parted in a radiant smile. "Good." She burbled. "Now that that's settled, my one-track mind wants to get back on track. So, about tomorrow, do you wanna go first, or shall I?" "Well, it was your idea," I responded, "so, you should have first dibs." Wow, I thought. Here I was calmly discussing with another girl arrangements for masturbating. I really was a long way from home! "I'll tell you what." she moved across me to reach for the jeans she'd left draped across the chair beside my bed. As she rummaged in her pants pockets, I was keenly aware of the heft of her breasts on top of me. The closeness of her warmed through me and the scents of her soap and shampoo were heavenly. Once again, I found myself fighting the impulse to touch her, to pull her to me. I mused that tomorrow couldn't get here fast enough, because I was quickly turning into a sex-crazed perv. Angela held up a quarter she'd found and said, "We'll flip for it. You call it in the air." As the coin arced through the air, I chimed "Heads." Angela won the toss and was instantly solicitous. "Are you sure you don't mind? 'Cause I can wait and go second. I really don't mind." I assured her that I was fine and she drew me into an embrace. A part of me ached to hold onto her, while another part of me felt really uncomfortable with the sensations she was arousing in me. While still holding me in her arms, Angela pulled back a bit so she could look me in the face. "God, I can't wait!" she gushed. "I don't know if I can even sleep tonight for thinking of it!" She was so close and so beautiful, I just wanted to reach out and caress her cheek. Taste her lips. What, I wondered, would she think of that? "I'm an idiot." I thought. Here I was about to jeopardize a friendship that might last through college and beyond. And why? Because my head was so filled with lust, I couldn't see straight. Luckily for my sanity (and rapidly wavering willpower), Angela moved away to get ready for bed. While she was puttering about, we agreed that I would leave around ten in the morning and not come back before noon. After that, it would be my turn to have the room to myself for a couple of hours. After the lights were out that night and we were both in our beds, Angela turned in my direction and spoke in muted tones, "It occurs to me that I must've sounded like some kinda nymphomaniac earlier. All hyper about getting off tomorrow. It's just that I've got a pretty active sex drive and this is probably the longest I've ever gone without... you know... 'taking care of business'. "Still," she resumed, quieter still, "I should've shown some restraint. I apologize if I spooked you or grossed you out." "No, no, not at all." I declared emphatically. "Like I said earlier, you've got a spontaneity... no, that's not really the word I want. More like 'abandon'... that's infectious... hell, just about irresistible. So, I admire that. I hope some of it rubs off on me." "Besides", I continued, "Talking with me so openly, so freely... must mean you're comfortable with me... you trust me. How can I take that as anything but a compliment?" "Good." Angela answered. "I'm glad you see it that way. But, we should stop yakking and get some sleep. Big day tomorrow." I couldn't see her face in the shadows, but I could hear the smile in her voice. Unfortunately, I found it difficult to follow her instruction. Sleep was held at bay by a jumble of thoughts that would not be ignored. Again and again, I thought of Angela undressing earlier, memory stubbornly lingering on every aspect of the act: Her hair falling back to her shoulders after pulling her blouse over her head. Her silky skin pulled taut over her raised should blades. Bra-encased breasts drawn up with her lifted arms. Slender, graceful fingers reaching back to unclasp her bra, and set free her bounty. Supple back bending to remove her socks, breasts pendulous, waiting to be cradled... nursed. Jeans gliding down to pool at her feet, confessing flaring hips, rounded derriere; inspiring wanton thoughts. Leg lifting to pull free from jeans, revealing more coveted spectacle still: shaven, sepia outer lips slightly parting with her movement to reveal a glimpse of pink, succulent inner lips. Was that the gleam of moisture I detected? Why not? She'd admitted that she'd been beside herself with lust recently. What would that taste like? How would it feel? To her? To me? Would Angela want me to... Waitwaitwaitwaitwait. I couldn't believe my mind was taking me down that path. What in the world was happening to me? Was I bi-sexual? Was I a lesbian? Is that even possible for me not to know this late in life? Could I have gone eighteen years and not have some inkling about myself? That didn't seem likely. Well, then, is it something specific to Angela? Something in her chemistry, some quirk of her makeup, that held special allure for me? Ha! 'special allure.' That's a laugh. Angela is drop dead gorgeous to anyone with eyes. But, I've known beautiful people (male and female) before and they never had this effect on me. I took to Angela immediately and I've never felt so close to anyone so quickly. But, of course, caring for someone and lusting after them are two entirely different things. Winter Of Angela Maybe it's as simple as what Angela herself said previously. I'm just out-of-my-head horny and ready to fuck anything that moves. And I'm getting that mixed up with the genuine warmth and friendship I feel for her. I went 'round and 'round in my head that night. Tossed and turned. After a while, I could hear the steady sound of Angela's breathing that told me she was asleep. I thought of the rise and fall of her breasts atop me earlier when she reached for her pants. A haunting memory in the middle of the night. Surrounded by the susurrus of her breathing. Immersed in minds-eye snapshots of her loveliness. What would Angela do if I crept to her side of the room and crawled into bed with her? Just to wrap my arm around her and hold her close; feel her warmth against me again. What would she do? Would she welcome it? Would she be appalled? There, in the quiet and the darkness, mind working in overdrive, I was sorely tempted. What would she do? What would she do? But, in the end, I did not want to risk losing my friend. I tried very hard (and very unsuccessfully) NOT to think of how beautiful she was. And how near. *************************************************************** The next day's noon found me seated in a subway car returning from The Mall in Washington D.C. The ride passed in an expectant blur. I had risen early that morning so I could shower, dress and get out of Angela's hair before she popped in anticipation. She hugged me before I left and kissed me on the cheek. I resisted the impulse to turn my face slightly so that my lips met hers. "Thanks for doing this with me, Em. I appreciate you not making me feel like some kinda sex-crazed freak." "You're welcome." I replied and leaned in to kiss her back (don't worry, I kept my head and pecked her chastely on the side of her face). Then, I got the hell out of there before I did or said something radically stupid. The University of Maryland is a short subway ride from the nation's capitol. Washington is supposed to have some wonderful museums, none of which I had yet had the opportunity to visit. So, I had decided to while away my morning in one of the Smithsonians. The Museum of Natural History is a wonderful, vast storehouse of fascinating knowledge. Which I had to discover for myself at a later date. Because that day, I was so preoccupied with thoughts of 'my turn' and musings on my roommate, that I was oblivious to the offerings at hand. Slowly, reluctantly, the appointed hour arrived and I boarded the Metro back to College Park. I figured I probably wouldn't get to the dorm before 12:45 or 1:00. That should have given Angela plenty of time to get herself together and clear out. It had occurred to me that given what we were both doing, there might be some awkwardness about 'passing the baton'. But of course, I was surely projecting my own apprehension. Angela probably would not have cared in the least. I may have made the entire walk from the subway to the dorm without my feet once touching the ground. The giant butterflies in my tummy were probably what held me aloft. When I opened the door to our room, I was immediately struck by the smell. The scent of pure, raw carnality. There was no mistaking what had been going on in that room. In my revved up state, it was fuel to the fire. My guess was that much like a chef cooking in the kitchen, Angela was so immersed in the aroma that she probably wasn't aware of how strong it was and never thought to open a window to air the room. Not that I minded. Not a bit. Upon crossing the doorway to our room, a guest had to pass through a short passage that formed a sort of mini-vestibule. After that, the room opens up with Angela's bed on the right and mine on the left, each with a small nightstand beside them. On the far wall was a window flanked by a pair of desks. Under the window sat a mini-fridge. As I stepped past the vestibule wall, I was shocked to discover that Angela was still in her bed. Apparently sound asleep! What the hell?! I had purposely arrived later than the agreed upon time to make sure she didn't feel rushed or constrained. What went wrong? I touched her lightly on the shoulder and spoke her name. She stirred, but did not waken. I repeated the combination a little more forcibly. Angela's eyes opened and found me with bewilderment, then dawning realization clearly expressed on her lovely features. "Fuck! I'm sorry, hon!" she exclaimed. "I was so blissed out, I just meant to close my eyes for a sec and savor the afterglow. The next thing I know, you were shaking me awake just now." As she spoke, she cast her sheets aside and sprang out of bed, which is when I realized that she was still completely naked! This was hardly the first time I'd seen Angela nude. She'd never been bashful about that sort of thing. It's just that the context changed my perception. Now, seeing so much of her loveliness with sex uppermost in my mind made me catch my breath. I was mesmerized by the swaying of her breasts as she moved - her swollen areolae jutting out in two delightful rounded peaks; the exquisitely smooth, slightly rounded belly beneath them; the play of the muscles under the silky skin of her legs. The fleeting glimpse I got of the cleft between her thighs gave me a pang of longing. Angela's sexuality filled the room. Her magnetism held me in a trance. Thank God Angela was too preoccupied with gathering, then donning her clothing, to notice me gawking at her like a lovestruck simpleton. When she'd gotten herself together, Angela came over to me. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she said, "I'm really sorry for the goof, hon. I ended up fucking myself silly, cumming a gazillion times and then didn't realize how spent I was." "So," she gave my arms an affectionate squeeze as she went on, "you take as long as you need. I won't be back before five." With that, she was gone and I had the room to myself. First, I gathered some body wash and a towel and ventured down the hall for a relaxing, hot shower. When I returned to our room, I locked the door behind me and stretched across my bed, luxuriating in my nakedness. Without even having touched myself yet, moisture was already gathering between my legs. I was determined not to rush this, so I began by simply closing my eyes and running my fingertips over the contours of my face. It was as if a blind man was reading my features with his hands; soothing and stimulating at the same time. When, I wondered, would hands other than my own come to fathom this flesh? And whose hands would they be? I tried to imagine that the hands belonged to Sander, my boyfriend back home. The gliding digits made their way to my throat, exploring the muscles and the soft skin. Over my collarbone they moved, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I consciously thought of Sander doing this, but my mind's eye had a will of its own... and brought me Angela instead. And her recent nudity provided my imagination with a sumptuous visual feast. No matter how much I tried to concentrate on Sander, images of her kept intruding. God, how I ached to touch her! To kiss her. To explore, taste and lavish attention upon every inch of her loveliness. One of my hands cupped and caressed my breasts. The other made its way between my legs. But my heart convinced me these were Angela's hands. My fingers were not pulling my nipples taut, it was Angela suckling them. The slippery seam of my labia was parted not by my fingers, but by her tongue. An exquisite bolt of carnal lightning shot through me. My mind fanned the flames with searingly erotic visions of Angela. I gave myself up completely to the fantasy. Her lips blended with mine while we pressed our flesh together to become one writhing, panting form. My swollen mound and my sopping inner lips spasmed at her touch. When she flicked her finger directly over the swollen, hypersensitive bud of my clit, I screamed her name. Her lips spread in a sensuous, dreamy smile. Angela's eyes flashed to meet mine while her fingers sank into the folds of my pussy. My hips thrust to meet her fingers. The wet sounds of her pumping hand laced with my gasps and panting to fill the room with carnal music. My every nerve ending was afire with need and anticipation. My nipples were lovingly caressed, a fingertip slowly circling them, making them tighten even more. My pussy wept in copious pulses. A sticky stream trickled down between my cheeks and puddled on the sheets. Angela's fingers plunged faster and deeper into me, while her thumb moved up between the folds of my inner labia and under my hood. My hips lifted from the bed, my cunt pushing high into the air. My head thrashed from side to side, my damp hair falling across my eyes. I gasped and panted. Moistening my dry lips with my tongue, I tasted salty perspiration. Angela rubbed my clitoris fiercely. Up and down, round and round and from side to side until I exploded in a shattering orgasm. My pussy walls contracted rhythmically around my fingers, flooding them with thick cream. I unleashed all the pent-up excitement of making love to another woman for the first time. And not just any woman. The unbelievable Angela. As the passion slowly receded, I relaxed and lay back on the sheets, spent. My heart thumped beneath my breast and my skin was tingling. I squeezed my thighs together to exert pressure on my still-throbbing pussy. Holding Angela in my arms, breast to breast and belly to belly, even if only imagined... Would this, could this ever happen for real? Would I ever have the nerve to find out? I looked at the clock on the nightstand beside my bed. Angela wouldn't be back for more than an hour and a half. And there were still things I wanted to do with her. To her. But, more slowly this time. I smiled, closed my eyes, and let my fingers and imagination go to work again. ************************************************************** The next several weeks passed in a fog of classes and homework. Punctuated by 'alone-time' sessions that grew in frequency. We got to the point where we were scheduling them three or four times a week, as our workload permitted. Believe it or not, I think the much needed venting of sexual tension actually improved our classwork and sharpened our ability to focus. I found that no matter where I started out, Angela always ended up the true object of my masturbation fantasies. The imaginings grew more vivid and the climaxes more intense with each passing week. Looking back on my inexperience at the time, I'm amazed that I managed to keep this up without making a complete fool of myself with Angela. Making the arrangements for these had the side effect of making me relax a bit about the subject of sex. Considering what we were doing, this was certainly the most intimate relationship I'd ever had with, well, anyone. Of course, I know that everyone masturbates. But before then, I had never before admitted to anyone that I did. Oddly enough, it was something of a relief that Angela knew. This made her more of a confidante; someone I could trust and with whom I could relax. By the time Thanksgiving rolled around, I must've been laid-back indeed, because I did something I never would've dreamed of doing before knowing Angela. Neither of us had the funds to go back home for the holiday, so we practically had the dorm to ourselves for a four-day weekend. We went out together to a local restaurant for Thanksgiving dinner and stopped on the way back to the dorm to rent a movie. I convinced Angela to try ROMAN HOLIDAY with Gregory Peck and Audrey Hepburn. I had some trepidation about that choice because not many people our age were into old black and white films. I'm crazy about that one though, and I was intensely curious (and hopeful) about Angela's reaction to it. It was an experience I wanted to share with her. Luckily, Angela had brought a TV and VCR (this was 1998, remember) with her to the dorm. Up to this point, we really hadn't had the chance to get much use out of them, but we were happy to have them for the holidays. We donned our PJ's and popped some popcorn and settled down in front of the TV for a cozy, girl's night in. It was a cold November night and Angela had drawn her blanket and comforter all the way up to her chin. As I put the tape in the machine and made my way back to my bed, Angela suggested, "Why don't you come on over here with me? If we combine our body heat under one comforter, it ought to be nice and toasty." Wow! This night was getting better and better. I was gonna get to snuggle up for two hours with the subject of my most luminous fantasies. While sharing one of my all-time favorite movies with her, yet. No complaints from me, sister! Angela was quiet while the film was on, seemingly absorbed in the story. I tried not to be too distracted by her proximity, but it was wonderful to feel her body against mine in the warm embrace of her blankets. When the picture ended, Angela was quiet. I turned to her and asked, "Well...?" She answered simply, "Thank you." After hesitating a moment to gather her thoughts, she went on, "I used to have the idea that those old movies were all dull and kinda hokey. But, this one was sweet and tender without being corny. Movies now are always impatient to 'cut to the chase' and get to the 'good part'. ROMAN HOLIDAY let you get to know the characters and care about them. Then, it took its time building to the payoff, which made it so much sweeter." "I also love the fact that they didn't end up together, which, considering the circumstances, would've been completely unbelievable." "The Vespa ride... " Angela continued, "the haircut... the boat dance... it was all so magical." "And Gregory Peck, what can I say? He could take me on holiday anywhere he wants! Not only is he yummy, but his voice is to die for! I don't know if butter would melt in his mouth, but I sure would!" "Damn, girl," I nudged her playfully, "you are shameless." "Oh, right." Angela laughed. "Like you'd kick him out of bed." "What", I wondered aloud, "did you think of Audrey Hepburn?" "She was perfect. Adorable... charming... innocent. After you got to know her, you just knew he was a goner. I mean, she was irresistible. The audience falls in love with her right along with him and hell, she's not even my type." My mind latched onto 'not my type'. What did she mean by that? Does that signify that some women are her type? Of course, as soon as I thought it, I realized that I was pathetically grasping at straws. But it did make me curious. "What do you mean 'not my type'?" "Well, like I said before," Angela responded, "I don't really know much about old movies, but I kinda had the vague impression that at least the stars back then --- you know, Marilyn Monroe, Sophia Loren, Raquel Welch --- were a little healthier, a bit more va-va-voom than the scrawny chicks they parade across the screen today." "Don't get me wrong. Hepburn had charisma and presence to spare. But as a visual ideal, she was almost as underfed and unhealthy looking as what we see in the theaters right now." "Hmmm," I mused audibly, "I've been watching Hepburn since I was a little girl. By the time I formed my notions on 'visual ideals', I was so used to her that I never thought about how thin she was. But, you're right. She's not exactly robust looking. But, hey... next to you, most of us look sadly underdeveloped." "Oh, puh-leeeze, girl. I just know you're not complaining." I let the comforter fall away from my torso. Looking down at my chest, I cupped my breasts through my pajama tops. "Well, it would've been nice if Mother Nature had seen fit to bless me with a tad more than she did. At this late date, I've stopped hoping for a delayed growth spurt." "You're kidding, right?" Angela protested. Her eyes held mine for a moment, and then... "Oh my God! You're not kidding! Emma, don't you have any idea how gorgeous you are? Just 'cause you don't have tits out to here...", she gestured with her hands in the shape of a ridiculously large bosom, "doesn't make you scrawny." "Em, if you only paid attention, you'd see what your mirror tells you every day. You are one of the most beautiful girls on campus, and believe me, I don't say that because you're my friend. If you weren't busy focusing on every minor flaw you perceive, you'd realize what I did the moment I met you: you're a knockout." "Angela," I began, "you don't have to... " "Obviously, I do." Angela interrupted. "I want you to see yourself the way I do. Just be careful not to let your head get too big." She reached over and placed her hand on my cheek. "Close your eyes and listen to me for a minute." I leaned back into her pillows and brought my lashes down. "I know you've told me," Angela began, "that you used to play soccer and softball in high school, and it shows. You stand tall and erect and there's an athletic grace in everything you do. I love watching you move. I never told you that before 'cause I thought it might sound, I don't know, kinda weird. But, I'm telling you now and I don't care how it sounds." I felt her hand take hold of mine. "That wavy, burnished copper hair grabs all the guys' attention and then those penetrating emerald eyes make sure they can't look away again." "And don't forget," Angela went on in a mischievous tone, "I've gotten an eyeful of the rest of the package. Those tits you were bitchin' about? Let me tell you, when some guy finally gets his lips wrapped around them, he's gonna think he's died and gone to heaven. They're perky and topped off with puffy, pink nipples that were just made for sucking." I could feel my nipples stiffen in response to her praise. Goosebumps spread across my neck, shoulders and arms and I know I had to be blushing. "That slender waist," Angela continued, "curves into luscious hips that somebody's definitely gonna wanna hold onto someday. And if it wasn't for that dazzling smile of yours, I would say that your legs might be your best feature: shapely and strong, without being masculine; creamy smooth thighs. Whenever you decide to let some lucky boy between them, he'll know he's in the promised land." We both chuckled at her hyperbole, but my eyes were moist with emotion. I opened them and looked into hers, speaking in a low voice. "Thank you." Angela leaned close in the bed and wrapped me in her arms. "You're welcome." Her mouth was next to my ear, her voice soft and sweet. "But, I know I can't be the first person to tell you you're beautiful." "My parents, of course." I responded. "But that's kinda their job. I've had some interested boys back in high school pay me compliments too, but nothing anywhere near as stirring as what you just said." "Well, then," Angela kissed me on the cheek, "it was long overdue." "Would you be willing", I asked, changing the subject, "to try another old movie with me?" "If you've got any that are as good as ROMAN HOLIDAY, then, sure." "In very different ways, yeah, as good or better. If you want another romance, Garbo's QUEEN CHRISTINA is marvelous. If you're willing to take a chance on a drama, I can tell you that ON THE WATERFRONT or A MAN FOR ALL SEASONS or INHERIT THE WIND might just change your life!" "Sounds like we've got a date for tomorrow." Angela smiled. "But, for now, I'm ready to get some shut-eye. Aren't you?" "Yeah, I guess so." I pulled the covers aside and began to climb out of her bed. "I had such a good time today, I got a little greedy. I wasn't quite ready for it to end." "Well," Angela replied, "if you don't mind the close quarters, you're welcome to stay over here with me. The way that wind is whipping out there, it's a great night to keep each other warm." Winter Of Angela "You sure?" By way of reply, Angela raised her comforter and patted the spot on her mattress that I'd just vacated. With a girlish squeal of delight, I hopped back in bed beside her. "You might not be so thrilled", Angela cautioned, "when you realize how little room there is for tossing and turning. These aren't exactly king-size beds, you know" "I'm fine with it, so long as you are." "C'mon over here, then." She put her left arm around my shoulder and pulled me to her. "The whole point," Angela murmured, "is to make it snug." That forced me to lay my head on her shoulder. It also gave me the confidence to drape my left arm across her tummy and let my left leg rest atop hers. "That OK?" I asked. Angela mumbled her assent, then turned her head to look at me. "You know," she said, "it occurs to me that I wouldn't have asked anyone else to do this. I would've been worried that they'd think it was gay, or just too intimate, or too... I don't know... too something. I love that you 'get' me. The more I'm around you, the more I feel I can be myself without wondering how you're gonna take it. I never really had that before and I'm just beginning to realize what I was missing." The hand on my shoulder squeezed gently and she pulled me closer still. "You always know just what to say." I whispered. "I was thinking the same thing, but I don't think I could've put it so nicely." Angela smiled her response, but her eyes were closed and not long after, it was apparent that she had drifted off to sleep. I was too excited to drop off just yet. Once again I was enveloped in her fragrance. Only this time, I was practically nuzzling her! The warmth of her tummy under my arm, her leg under mine, the feel of my body pressed to hers... if this wasn't heaven, it would certainly do until heaven came along. I'm not sure how long it was before I finally fell asleep, but I know I spent some fair amount of time just basking in her closeness. When dream claimed me, my last conscious thought was a realization that I was no longer worried about being a lesbian or a bi-sexual. It simply didn't matter. I was fairly certain, after all, that I had fallen in love. ***************************************************** I floated up out of a deep slumber. A moment passed before I realized where I was. Then I felt Angela cuddled up behind me, her breasts pressed blissfully to my back. Her arm wrapped around my stomach, holding me against her. I felt her breath on my neck, and it sent a thrill through me. I was pretty sure she was still sleeping. Stirring, Angela snuggled in closer. It was intoxicating to have her so near; her warmth merged with mine. "Mmmmmm." Angela purred. "This is so wonderfully snug, I may not get out of bed today. I hope I didn't smother you last night." "No. Not at all. It was... nice." I answered carefully. Angela lifted her arm from my waist and rolled away from me onto her back. Raising her arms above her head, she arced her back, extended her legs, and groaned in a fierce morning stretch. I turned over to face her, letting my eyes drink in her beauty again. "I had some pretty racy dreams last night. Don't take this the wrong way", Angela admonished, touching her forefinger impishly to my nose, "'cause you know I love you, Em." My heart thrilled to hear that from her lips, even said playfully, but then sank when she continued, "But right now, I'd trade you for a guy in a heartbeat." "Hey!" I gave her a good-natured shove and tried to keep a joking tone as well, "What do you mean? Oh, I see how it is. I keep you nice and toasty all night and the second you get horny, you're ready to kick me to the curb." "Girl", Angela chuckled, "I skipped past 'horny' and moved right on up to 'ravenous'. I guess it's a good thing for my fortitude that you don't have a dick. Otherwise, I'd give up my vow of chastity and surely fuck you 'til your eyes changed color." My mouth opened in surprise at her directness and I resisted the impulse to volunteer my services despite my gender. She laughed, "Haven't you gotten used to my crude mouth, yet?" "No, it's not that." I lied. "It's that 'vow of chastity' crack. Chastity? You? Yeah, right." "Hey," Angela protested, "you cut me to the quick." Looking down at her torso, she moved her hands about searchingly. "Wherever the hell my 'quick' is." Giving up her mock self-inspection, she looked at me and wagged her finger. "Just because I masturbate 'til my fingers bleed, doesn't mean I've found a lad worthy of my 'attentions'." "In fact," she chuckled, "my goddamn chastity is why I have to jerk off every five minutes." "Well", I replied, "it's a good thing it's a holiday, 'cause it sounds like we'd better schedule you some 'alone time' today before you start raping the entire student body." "Now that", Angela pronounced emphatically, "sounds like a plan." ****************************************************** For the remainder of our holiday, we spent nearly every waking (and sleeping, now that I think of it) hour together. Not counting our daily 'alone-time sessions', of course. We went out to eat together, watched movies, and got fresh air and exercise by strolling across the nearly deserted campus. But mostly we talked. Talked about everything: our families, school, love, sex, and life after school. On the last night of the holiday, we had burned off some excess energy in a friendly wrestling match. The other students had returned however, and we realized it was time for us to quiet down and get ready for bed. I climbed into bed behind Angela as I had on the previous three nights and drew myself close. Neither of us had found any reason to change our sleeping arrangements. I still had not gotten over the thrill of this. Every night, though, it became more difficult to resist my natural impulses. I tried to keep in mind that I did not want to spoil the situation. I don't know if it was assurance inspired by the intimacy of the last four days or just simple hunger for more, but something provoked me to whisper, "Do you mind if I ask you a question?" "You just did," Angela chuckled, "and it was a silly one. You should know by now, you can ask me anything you want." "Are you... um... uh... " "C'mon, sweetie. Spit it out. I won't bite." "Are you a virgin?" "That's it? All that hemming and hawing and that's all you wanted to know? What made you think I would mind you asking?" "I don't know. I guess just my shyness rearing its ugly head again." "Well, cut it out. And to answer your question, yes, believe it or not, I'm still a virgin." "Don't get me wrong." Angela continued. "I want to have sex. Hell, sometimes I ache to have sex. I just don't want to do anything stupid. It's not just the idea of STD's and pregnancy that scare me, though they do. It may sound ridiculous coming from me, and I know it's a cliche, but when it happens, I want it to be special." "It doesn't sound ridiculous at all." I whispered into the back of her neck and pulled her a little more tightly to me. "I think most of us want that." "I had a guy back home." Angela spoke quietly. "Peter. Fiiiine! God, he was fine! Sweet, too. Quiet, thoughtful, attentive. Which doesn't mean he didn't want to get in my pants. Hey, he's an eighteen-year-old boy. But, that's OK, because I sure as hell wanted to get in his pants, too." "But, I'm greedy." she went on. "I want... well, to tell the truth, I want the comfort level, the easy intimacy, that you and I have, before I give myself to someone. Sometimes I can't believe how quickly you and I became close. I've never gotten so at ease, so fast. I guess it's a chemistry thing. But, Peter and I were definitely on our way. If we'd had another few months, I would probably have happily fucked him senseless. It came time for us to go away to school, though, before I was ready to take that step." "Sometimes... ", Angela's voice was wistful, "Sometimes I wonder if I did the right thing. Was I smart or was I just scared? I don't know." "At any rate," her natural effervescence returned to her tone, "you can imagine what the subject of nearly all my masturbation fantasies is." The room was quiet for a moment, as I happily spooned with her in the dark. Angela broke the stillness again. "What about you?" Stupidly, I was surprised and a little flustered by the question. "What do you mean, 'what about you?' Are you asking if I'm a virgin or about my fantasies?" "Well, shy girl," she teased, "since you bring it up, why not both? Let's see if we can't rid you of some of that excessive modesty you're always burdened with." "What would I ever do without you to look after little ol' me?" I replied sarcastically. "C'mon, girlie. Quit stalling and give." "Alright, already. Yes, I'm a virgin. Big surprise. I mean, you've pretty much already told my story with yours. I had a boyfriend named Sander. I liked him. A lot. Things were getting pretty hot and heavy between us, but I was always afraid to take that leap. I needed more time. I didn't get it. The end." "'Hot and heavy', huh?" Angela laughed. "You'll have to show me a picture of him tomorrow, so I can see what keeps your fingers flying and your pussy wet." "You don't need a picture, Angela. You see what I fantasize about every time you catch a glimpse of your reflection." Yes, I said that out loud. Not in a whisper, either. Unbelievable. To this day, I have no idea where the hell I found the courage. It was like a bolt out of the blue. Wait. That's not true. I found the courage in Angela. Deep down, I knew that even if she didn't feel the same, I wouldn't lose her friendship. She made me secure enough to take the greatest leap of faith I've ever attempted. Still, I confess the silence that followed my words was more than a little unnerving. I rested my forehead between her shoulder blades and spoke quietly, "Angela? You've gotta have some idea how terrified I am back here. Say something." "I'm sorry, Em. You just caught me by surprise, that's all. That was quite the bombshell you just dropped." "I know." Another moment of noiselessness passed, until Angela asked, "How long, sweetie?" "I... I don't know. A while, now." "It must be miserable to keep something like that bottled up inside. I'm glad you spoke up." I didn't answer, and for several minutes, our breathing was the only sound to break the stillness. When Angela spoke again, it seemed, at first, as if she'd changed the subject. "Remember some of the stories I told you about the constant bickering between my older brother and I back home? Used to drive my folks up the wall. Well, one of the ongoing points of contention between us was my book collection." "As you know," Angela went on, "I am crazy about books. Always have been. I hang onto the ones I've really enjoyed and I've compiled quite a library. As you may have noticed, I'm pretty particular in the way I handle them. "My older brother, Bobby, loves reading, too. The problem is, he treats books like shit. I mean, after he's done reading a novel, it looks like it's been in a war zone. When we were younger, he'd borrow my books without permission and if he bothered to return it, it would be in terrible shape. After I pissed and moaned to my parents several times, they told him to leave my things alone. They said if he wanted reading material, he'd either have to buy his own books or get 'em from the library." "Bobby's actually a good guy", Angela continued, "for the most part. So, I don't know if it's a sibling rivalry thing or if it's just 'cause he's a guy, but every now and then, he can be a real jerk. He continued to sneak some of my books occasionally, despite the fact that he's been punished on account of it. This past summer, one of my favorite novels turned up missing. Of course, I instantly suspected Bobby. I stormed into his room to confront him, but he was out. I was so fired up, I set to ransacking his room right then, in search of my book." "I didn't find my novel that day, but what I did discover was a stockpile of a little over twenty video tapes with handwritten labels. I took every one of 'em; for revenge, initially. I was sick and tired of him disrespecting my privacy. When I got the tapes to my room, I noticed one of the titles was AS GOOD AS IT GETS, a Jack Nicholson movie I had been wanting to see. And now, thanks to Bobby, I would. Except, when I popped it into the machine, what came on screen was not great drama. But, what it lacked in depth, it more than made up for with wall-to-wall fucking and sucking. You see, I had inadvertently stumbled across Bobby's carefully hidden and well disguised porn stash. And the most delicious part of it was, he couldn't confront me about it. He would have to admit to having the porn in the first place." "He must've squirmed something fierce." Angela's body shook slightly in my arms as she chuckled in recollection. "After all, he couldn't be sure who had found the tapes; my mom, my dad or me. And it's not like he could ask, either." "Being the card-carrying sex-fiend that I am, I started watching those tapes every time I had the house to myself. Unfortunately, most of the movies were awful. Too much makeup, fake boobs, no buildup, just mechanical thrusting and humping. But there were a few that were actually pretty hot. Those had better lighting, actors and actresses that were really into it. The best of them always took their time, building slowly with lots of kissing and foreplay. Whenever I came across one like that, I felt like I was really watching two people make love and there just happened to be a camera there to record it. Girl, I damn near burned out the VCR, watching them over and over. And you can believe," Angela giggled, "my fingers got a good workout too!" Angela moved from under my arm, kicked the covers off and began to climb over me and out of bed. "I'll be right back, hon." Walking to her desk against the far wall, Angela squatted down and pulled a cardboard box from beneath the desk. With her back to me, she began to rummage through the box. "Just before I went away to school, I returned Bobby's tapes to his hiding place... minus my three favorites. I know he must've been furious, but again, what was he gonna do?" "Anyway, those movies have provided me with some pretty steamy 'visual aids' for my 'alone-time' sessions since we've been here. And, this one," she held up a video tape that she pulled from the box, "well, I want you to take a look at this one for yourself." Angela turned on the TV and VCR, pushed the tape into the slot and got back into bed with me. She had the VCR remote in her right hand and wrapped her left arm around me again, drawing me close. As soon as the FBI warning came on screen, Angela began fast-forwarding. There was a quick succession of phone numbers and writhing, naked figures moving too fast for me to discern. She must've finally arrived at the point she wanted me to see, because she pressed 'play' in the middle of a scene with a devastatingly lovely blonde sitting up in bed. She was naked with her legs spread and her back propped up by a couple of pillows. Some kind of x-rated magazine lay on the bed between her legs. Looking intently down at the magazine, the girl was using both hands to masturbate. The fingers of her right hand were pumping in and out of her glistening pussy. Her left hand was busy stroking her clit. She was clearly well along in her self pleasuring. As the camera angles changed, it became obvious the scene was taking place in a college dorm. I was struck by how young the fair-haired girl was; she couldn't have been much older than me. And there was something familiar about her, though I couldn't put my finger on what it was. It was hard to think, though, as distracted as I was by the graphic images on the screen. The scene was mesmerizing, but it also made me feel a little anxious. I had never seen an x-rated movie and I wasn't prepared for the intensity. The camera closed in on the girl's heaving breasts, then panned up to her face. Her beautiful features were contorted in ecstasy, but I suddenly realized why she seemed familiar. She looked like me. If you switched her short, blonde tresses for my longer, red hair and sprinkled her face and shoulders with faint freckling, we could be sisters! Even the shape of her breasts were like mine; small, but perky and topped with proud, puffy nipples. Her nose and mouth, her hips and legs... so much of her was amazingly similar to me. I was about to comment on this to Angela, when the viewpoint shifted again. The new composition showed the dorm room's door handle in closeup while the co-ed writhed in ecstasy in the background. She was too engrossed in her bliss to realize that a key was turning in the lock and the door knob was twisting. The camera angle changed again to show the blonde on the bed, legs spread and fingers engulfed in her sex. But in the same frame, you could see a statuesque, fully clothed brunette in the doorway gawking in shock at the blonde. "Annie! What the fuck!?" Annie tried as quickly as she could to cover herself, but she was clearly mortified. "Oh my god! Thaissa! You weren't supposed to be back before four! What are you doing here!?" "My interview got postponed." the dark-haired beauty replied. "I thought I'd get a head start on studying for Monday's finals. I am so sorry. If I had even guessed... I mean, I would never... Shit. Let me just grab my books and get out of your hair." "No, don't bother, Thai. You've already gotten an eyeful and it's kinda late for me to save face now. You might as well stay and get your reading done. Besides, you sorta spooked me out of the mood, anyway." The blonde venus pulled her blanket tighter to her breast. Drawing her knees up to her torso, she wrapped her arms around them. "Please, please accept my apology, Annie." The brunette sat down beside her roommate and placed her hand on Annie's bare arm. "Don't sweat it, girl. Not your fault. Just bad timing." "No shit." Thaissa giggled. "You looked like you were getting pretty close there." "You have no idea." Annie griped. "You were seriously checking out some kinda mag while you were gettin' busy. Care to share your inspiration?" The blonde actually seemed to blush which caught me by surprise. The acting was much better than I would've expected of an adult film. I was suddenly aware of how well I had been drawn into the little story that was being presented. I glanced at Angela, and she too seemed transfixed by the images on the television screen. "Oh, fuck no, Thaissa!" Annie was protesting. "You've got to leave me at least a shred of privacy." "Oh, c'mon, girl. What could you possibly be embarrassed about at this point? Besides, if you've got goodies," Thaissa laughed, "you should share them with your dear old roomie." As she said this, Thaissa snatched Annie's cover away. Annie's nakedness was not the only thing that was revealed. Before the blonde could stop her, Thaissa grabbed the magazine that was laying between Annie's legs. "Aha!" Thaissa crowed. "What have we here?" Heedless of her unclothed state, Annie leaped out of bed to recover her property. Unfortunately for the blonde, the taller brunette was able to keep her at bay while she began to examine the periodical's contents. Suddenly Thaissa's playful demeanor vanished, and she said, simply, "Oh." The camera angle moved to look over Thaissa's shoulder to reveal what she saw. Annie's magazine was filled with pictures of two women having sex. Now, the lens focused on a close up of Annie's face. She had stopped struggling to retrieve her mag. Lips quivering and eyes filling with tears, Annie buried her face in her hands and fled to the haven of her bed. The blonde turned her back to Thaissa, pulled the covers over her head and curled into a fetal position. Winter Of Angela "Fuck." Thaissa whispered to herself as she dropped the magazine to the floor. Walking over to Annie's bed, she sat down beside her and placed her hand on her covered form. "Annie, sweetheart?" she voiced gently. "It looks like I don't have enough apologies to cover my fuck-ups tonight. I was just playing around. I would never intentionally have embarrassed you. You know that, don't you?" No answer. "Anyway," Thaissa tried again, "you've got nothing to be ashamed of. It's not like you're the only person in the world to use 'visual aids' to get off." "Hey," I thought, "that's the same phrase Angela used. Is this where she got it from?" I peeked over at her and she was still utterly entranced by the movie. Meanwhile, onscreen, Thaissa was yet trying to rouse her roommate. "C'mon, honey. Please don't be that way." She pulled Annie's shoulder to get her to turn over and face her. "Why are you getting so worked up?" Thaissa asked as she brushed the blonde's tears away. "Everybody masturbates. What's the bid deal?" "Not everybody gets caught masturbating, though. And when word gets around what it was I was jerking off to... " Annie covered her face with her hands again and began to cry. Thaissa folded her friend in her arms and drew her face to her breast, stroking her hair and rocking her gently. "First of all, I am terribly hurt that you would even think I would tell anyone about what happened here. Don't you know me any better than that?" "Secondly," the brunette continued, "you'd hardly be the first female to find her own sex attractive. It's not uncommon at all, especially at our age, when everybody's still trying to figure out what's what." After a momentary pause, Thaissa said quietly, but clearly, "Hell, I'm not completely immune to feminine charms myself." Annie drew slowly away from her roommate to look up at her. "You?" "Yes, me." Thaissa cupped the blonde's face in her hand. Lowering her head, she brought her lips to Annie's. Their kiss was tentative at first, but soon grew more forceful. I felt a thrill run through me as I watched their kiss deepen. I suddenly became aware of just how hard my nipples were under my pajama top and I could feel a moistness gathering between my legs. I sneaked a look over at Angela. She was mesmerized and beginning to squirm. Onscreen, the kiss continued, building in intensity, with mouths open and tongues exploring. The dark haired girl let her friend lift her blouse over her head. Annie's lips hungrily sought Thaissa's again, as if frustrated by the interruption. Thaissa reached behind her back to unclasp her bra and liberate a truly wonderful pair of breasts. Full and round with dark aereolae and distended nipples. Annie's lips moved to Thaissa's throat and the brunette unleashed a full-throated moan. This was hypnotically beautiful, but at the same time, kind of overwhelming. I had just confessed to my best friend (of the same gender!) that I had a crush on her. Immediately after, I found myself watching the most sensual and explicit sex scene (by far) that I had ever encountered. Powerful emotions were roiling in me and I wasn't sure I could handle them. The television showed Annie suckling Thaissa's breast. The brunette's head was tilted back, her mouth open in an ecstatic 'o'. The blonde's lips engulfed Thaissa's nipple. Gradually drawing it and as much of the breast as she could into her mouth, Annie just as slowly released it. Then she did the same for Thaissa's other breast. Thaissa panted and groaned her approval. Both the girls were so achingly beautiful. I had never felt such a yearning. With lingering kisses, impassioned caresses, erotically rhythmic sucking, Annie showered adulation on Thaissa's breasts, nearly sending the brunette into a frenzy. And she wasn't the only one. I needed to catch my breath. "Angela," I nearly gasped her name. "Would you turn it off? Please?" Angela looked confused for a moment as she pulled herself from the movie's seduction. "Sure." She pressed the remote's stop button. "What's wrong, Em? You okay?" "Yeah, I guess so. It was just so... so intense. I wasn't ready for it. I started to feel kinda shaky, if that makes any sense." "Sweetie, was that your first time seeing a porn video?" I nodded 'yes'. "C'mere." Angela pulled me down so my head rested in her lap. She began stroking my hair as if I were a sleeping kitten. "When you said you had been fantasizing about me, you caught me by surprise, to say the least. I wasn't sure how to respond or what I wanted to say." "But, I know you." she said in a tone of mock admonishment. "If I let you go even five minutes without some kind of reply, you'd worry yourself into a tizzy. Wondering if I was freaking out because you had come on to me." "So, I put on the movie," Angela continued, "so you could see that I had at least thought about other girls that way, too. I wanted you to know that you aren't alone and I certainly wasn't grossed out or anything. I just wasn't sure what I wanted. I guess it would've been simpler if I just told you that, but I didn't know you'd never seen an x-rated movie." Angela placed her hand under my chin and turned my head to face her. "Forgive me?" she asked. Again, I simply moved my head up and down in reply. Angela leaned forward, brushed my bangs aside and pressed her lips to my forehead. "Well, Em, it's gotten late and I doubt we'll get this all figured out tonight. Why don't we talk about this some more in the morning, when we're both fresh?" I responded with a meek "Okay." The vehement emotions of the past hour had taken their toll on me. I was exhausted. Rising from Angela's lap, I made my way over to my bed. "Where are you going?" Angela asked. "I just thought that you might want some space after... well, you know, everything." "If you need the space," Angela answered, "I'll understand. But please don't go away on my account. It's been awfully cozy the last few nights. Will it be too awkward for you to stay over here?" I was grateful she asked me. I didn't really want to sleep alone that night. Angela pulled the covers back and turned away from me to face the wall. On the preceding nights, when she lay that way, it was an invitation for me to spoon with her. Drawing myself close, I molded my form to fit hers and tentatively draped my arm around her waist. As snug as we were, my racing heart finally began to calm. I knew, however, that sleep wouldn't be coming anytime soon. Too many thoughts. Too many fears. After a short, restless period had passed, I realized that Angela was also still awake. "Angela?" "Hmmm?" "The girl in the movie... the blonde. Did she look... familiar to you?" There was a moment's hesitation before Angela spoke over her shoulder, "So you saw it, too, huh?" "When we first met," Angela went on, with a trace of sheepishness in her voice, "I thought 'Oh my god! She's a dead ringer for the hot blonde chick from my favorite porn video!' It was kinda weird, to start with. I kept sneaking glances at you; making mental comparisons. I had always thought Annie was smokin'. And here you were, Annie in the flesh, but even more beautiful. That took some getting used to." "Thank you for the 'more beautiful', Angela." I pressed the side of my face to her back and hugged her tightly. "I didn't say it to make you feel better, Em. I said it because it's true." I let those sweet words hang in the air, content to have them be the night's last. Sleep eventually came for me, but not before I thought for a while how wonderful... how right, Angela felt in my arms. Even if she never came to feel the way I did, I would enjoy this while I had it. *************************************************************** The next few days passed uneventfully. The professors were more exacting, aware of the limited amount of time left before the Christmas holidays. Angela was sweet and solicitous, asking once or twice how I was doing, but other than that we really didn't talk about the events of 'that night'. We also did not schedule any 'alone time' sessions that week. I don't know if she felt too uncomfortable to broach the subject, but I know I did. On Saturday, we breathed a sigh of relief that the strenuous week was behind us. We did a little homework and studying, but for the most part we lazed about. I got Angela to try ON THE WATERFRONT and was thrilled by her passionate response to it. She was still enthusing about some of the scenes when we came back from dinner that evening. Before bedtime, we played a really raucous game of SORRY, that devolved into a wrestling match when I playfully accused Angela of cheating. We must've been hunting for scattered pieces of the game for a half an hour after. That night, we slept in my bed, and as so often, we started out the night with one of us (me, that night) on our side facing the wall, while the other cuddled up from behind. I still had not gotten over my excitement at this arrangement. I sometimes felt I ought to pinch myself. How could I be so lucky as to have this heavenly creature holding me so close? I'm not sure how much time passed with me lost in thoughts like those, when Angela interrupted my musings. "Emma?" "Huh?" "You 'sleep?" "Nope." "Sleepy?" "Nope." "Mind if I talk for a bit? I want to get some things off my chest." "Fine by me." I knew this was coming. I had been bracing myself for it ever since I'd declared my affections. "You remember how I said I wanted my first time to be with someone special? Someone who already shared an understanding... a bond, with me." "Yes." "When you told me how you felt", Angela resumed, "I had already fantasized about sex with another woman. But, there's a big difference between fantasizing about something and actually doing it." Just as bracing for a blow is not the same as being hit. I felt a pang of loss that was almost a physical pain. I knew Angela would let me down as gently as she could, but that was small comfort. "Being with you, getting to know you, has given me the courage to discover what that difference is." "Wait." I thought. I must've misunderstood. My ears insisting on hearing what they wanted. It almost sounded as if... Turning in the bed to face her, I took her face in my hands. Gazing intently into her eyes, I asked, "Angela, did you just...?" "Emma, dear heart, I've been wanting a real sex life, a sex life that included someone other than myself." Her other hand reached up to my face, brushing a wisp of hair, tracing the curve of my cheek. "What's been stopping me? Fear. Until I finally realized, that with you, all those fears melted away." "On a practical level", Angela continued, "you're the answer to my every qualm. With you, no fear of pregnancy or STDs." "On an emotional level", Angela's voice lowered, became more intimate, "I'm not worried that I'll be disappointed or worse, disappointing. I know I'd be making love with someone who knows me. Someone who understands me. Someone who loves me." Angela ran her fingers down the side of my face. "And it finally got through my thick skull," she murmured, "that I'm in love with you." Our lips met hesitantly. As the kiss deepened, my lips parted and Angela's tongue slipped between them. I sucked on it, then gave her mine. The kiss soon became forceful; with tongues cavorting and lacing. All of my hunger for Angela poured into it. I began to unbutton her pajama top, but never broke the kiss. When the garment was undone, my hands slipped into the opening and settled on her naked waist. Angela purred into my mouth and pressed her lips more tightly to mine. I traced my finger tips inward over the smooth, flat surface of her belly. They traveled up over her ribs and found the curves of her breasts. Angela drew in her breath and clasped my tongue. Taking care to avoid her areolae and nipples, my hands explored the fullness of those splendid globes, entranced by their sensuous symmetry. My fingers took possession of every precious, silken inch of her tits. Her nipples were already distended by the time I finally caught them between my fingers. Angela shivered free of the kiss to emit an involuntary squeak that became a gasp, then spiraled into an extended, guttural moan. I loved pulling those sounds from her. I wanted more of them. Reclaiming her lips with mine, I began rolling both of her nipples at once between my forefingers and thumbs. This progressed into a rhythmic stroking of their swollen lengths. Angela groaned into the kiss and started unbuttoning my nightshirt. The cool air hitting my nipples just added to the sensations I was feeling. My pussy tingled and grew slick with excitement. Angela's lips left mine, but I didn't have time to feel abandoned before her mouth fell upon my throat. I lifted my head and let her have her way with the tender flesh between my jaw and collarbone. She followed the delicate curves with careful attention. Alternating passionate sucking with a rain of fluttery kisses, Angela drew tears from eyes, panting from my lips and moisture from my cunt. Her mouth fell onto my right breast, engulfing the nipple and most of the tit. I moaned and pulled her head tighter to me. Her tongue worked the bud roughly, drawing more wanton sounds from my throat. Angela's hands slid into the waistband of my PJ bottoms and slowly circled 'round to the back. At the same time, I heard the sucking, licking and devouring sounds her mouth made on my breast. I felt it, too, clear down to my pussy. Gliding her fingers down past the waistband, Angela traced the curve of my ass. She raised her head from my chest to gaze at me. "I want you, Emma." She used her grip on my hips to pull my pelvis to hers. "And now, I've got you." Her lips turned upward in a lusty smile. Angela dragged my pajama pants down and I raised my legs to help her undress me. Next, my already open top was completely removed. I was naked now; ready and willing to do whatever she wanted with me. She placed her hand on my shoulder and guided me to lay flat on my back. Her own PJs came off in a flurry. Lifting her right leg over my hips, Angela straddled me, looking down at me. I gazed back at her, wanting to record her loveliness in my memory. Angela lowered herself to lay atop me, belly to belly, breasts pressed together. We kissed again, while my hands roamed up and down her back, then squeezed the plump softness of her derriere. Moving slightly upward, Angela positioned her left nipple above my mouth. Cupping my hand under it, I lifted her breast, cradling it. "God, they're so beautiful...so full and lush." I whispered in awe. I placed my right hand under her other breast and started squeezing it, too. Their heft felt sublime. Then I ran my hands over her nipples, letting them thrust out between my fingers. Closing my fingers, I snared her sensitive buds, pulling and stretching them into long cones. Her sex pulsed and wept its appreciation. I opened my fingers again and her nipples withdrew to their normal, but still erect, shape. For a tantalizing moment, Angela dangled the heavy globes just out of reach. I impatiently lifted my head, wet my lips and wrapped them around the swollen tip of her right breast. I drew much more of it into my mouth, then let most of it slip out again. Repeating this rhythmically caused Angela to mewl in pleasure. Her back arched, pushing more of her tit between my lips. I began to alternate my attentions between both of her breasts. Sometimes pulling hard, at others just flicking my tongue over them. Periodically, I nipped the stiff nipples, not enough to hurt, just enough to send spikes of pleasure and make her yelp in surprise. It was thrilling to rearrange these beautiful mounds of flesh as I squeezed and probed with my fingers and tongue. Angela's back bent further and her breathing became labored. I could sense her impending release; feel the flutter in her thighs and the muscles across her tummy tighten, then relax in a quickening rhythm. She was making small noises... groans, sighs, cooing. Every sound from her mouth sent another shiver of desire down my belly to spark between my thighs. I never dreamed suckling a girl's tit could be so exquisite. Eventually, my mouth began working down her rib cage. My lips and tongue made sure that my beauty's exquisitely smooth, slightly rounded belly did not feel neglected. I traced lazy circles around her navel with my tongue. I knew where I was headed and my pussy throbbed just thinking about it. Both of us were dripping wet and the smell of sex was heavy in the room. I scooted down slightly and Angela straddled my head between her creamy brown thighs. I had never seen another woman's pussy in such vivid detail before. Angela's looked absolutely delectable. Open like the petals of a flower, her labia fluttered with arousal. Darker brown than the rest of her, but with a suggestion of the pinkness inside. Small beads of moisture clung to her womanhood, glimmering in the dim light, trickling down to wet my lips. The smooth, plump bud of her clit was fully engorged and free of its pink hood. It twitched in anticipation, while mine did the same. Angela broke the erotically-charged silence. "Is this what you want?" "God, yes." Angela lowered her hips until my mouth parted her fleshy outer lips and molded to her sopping labia. I grabbed her ass cheeks, pulled her closer, and speared her with my tongue. She cried out, her pussy walls clamping around my tongue, flooding it with thick cream. Her hips began to rock back and forth, dragging her cunt over my lips and smearing them with her lubrication. I was on the verge of sensory overload: the scent of Angela's excitement; the feel of her smooth flesh between my fingers and the pulsing of her tight passage around my tongue; the pungent taste of her nectar; the slurping sounds of my mouth on her sex; the hypnotic chant of her gasping. I knew this was where I was meant to be. Angela's hand shifted to the crown of my head, her fingers twining through my hair. Her pelvis quaked with each caress of my tongue. Unconscious sounds of lust filled the room. The occasional whimper convulsed her body, causing the sculpted legs on either side of me to shiver and twitch. With each downstroke of her hips, my tongue pushed further past her secret gate into the heat of her body. Gripped by her shuddering muscles, I belonged to her. I plunged inside her, feeling the walls of her pussy spread to receive me, drawing me in. Her breathing was getting harder with each thrust and she made a low, soft, guttural grunt every time I penetrated her depth. "Fuck me, Emma, fuck me," Angela demanded. "Fuck my cunt with that beautiful face. Do it to me." She ground her hips in circles and loosed a savage moan. Rivulets of perspiration were running down her body, between her breasts and down over her quivering belly. On every other stroke of Angela's hips, I withdrew my tongue from its sultry sheath and suckled her clitoris. This made her gasp and buck harder, clenching her thighs around my head. Her breath quickened and she gyrated with a new urgency. I looked up at her from the confinement of flesh around my head, helpless to move my face more than the little needed to nurse her womanhood. She pumped her sex forward, into my mouth one last time, then stopped. Her pussy convulsed and thick, sweet juices squirted into my mouth. I gazed up at her through all this, watched her eyes clench shut in ecstasy. She cried out as her climax ripped through her, "Oh fuck!...fuck!...fuck!" Each word was punctuated by a thrust of her hips. Angela's body began to thrash but I stayed with her. Wrapping my hands around the tops of her thighs to hold on, I drew out every last once of pleasure. Angela's fingers clutched my hair to hold me still as she came, and I nursed her clit with the fervor of an acolyte at a holy shrine. Winter Of Angela I didn't let up. Just as she began to relax, I persisted with the steady rhythm of plunging tongue and suckling lips. My arms pulled her thighs tighter to me and I burrowed my tongue into her, fucking her with it, wanton in my desire for her. Angela had hardly done with her first orgasm before a second one thundered through her. Her cries turned to sobs as I refused to relinquish her cunt. A third climax took her, and then a fourth. I finally relented, easing my tongue from her drenched pussy. Her hands left my hair and fell to the bed, supporting her. She lifted her sex from my mouth and, for an instant, a thin strand of cum dangled between her labia and my lips. Trembling and weak, Angela eased her right leg over my head and the thread of pussy juice was broken. She collapsed on the bed beside me. She lay sprawled across the sheets, her left leg over mine. Breasts jiggling with each gulping breath, shining with sweat. Erect nipples pointed to the ceiling. Thighs glistened with perspiration and trickled juices. God, she was unbelievably beautiful! Angela's eyes half opened in a blissful haze, an exhausted smile moved her lips. "Your face is all sticky," she whispered. "I know," I licked my lips and brought the taste into my mouth. "Hey," she protested, "leave some for me." She rolled onto her side, pressing her body against mine. Leaning in to kiss me, her right hand moved across my torso to cradle my left breast. Angela's lips moved against mine with increasing passion. Her tongue occasionally lapped at the sticky residue her sex had smeared across my face. Our kiss seemed to reanimate her. While our tongues played, her palm covered my rapidly stiffening nipple and began to rhythmically caress me. I felt the bud tighten further as she slowly circled it with a fingertip. My nipples were more sensitive than I could ever recall and I wanted Angela to feel how hard they were. More than that, I needed her to kiss them. As if reading my thoughts, she pulled away from my lips and lowered her head to my breasts. I felt her warm, wet mouth cover my nipple and I gasped "Yes". My fingers tightened in Angela's hair and my back arched to push the tit deeper between her parted lips. "Please," I whispered. She swirled the stiff tip with her tongue while her right hand continued to manipulate my left breast: squeezing the nipple, rolling it, pulling it. I was almost dizzy with lust. Angela took the erect tissue between her white teeth. She bit gently and I cried out. Moving her head, she twisted the nipple first left then right, tormenting it until my entire breast became taut. When she briefly surrendered her grasp, my bud became even more erect. The sensations radiating from my nipples shot through my over-stimulated body like lightning. I felt electricity ignite between my thighs. While she continued her oral attentions, Angela's right hand left my breast and began long, lazy strokes from my shoulder to my thigh. That tantalizing hand of hers made its way to my belly and thighs. Brushing the edges of my pussy, she refused to touch it. I opened my legs wider, my hips lifting from the bed, trying to get her to put her hand where I needed it most. Her fingers danced around my sex with feathery touches. Meanwhile, Angela's tongue rolled around my nipples and along their distended length. She cooled them now and then by blowing on their wetness. By this stage, I was becoming seriously wet down below. Her attentions to my thighs and pubic mound were maddening. She alternated deep massage with touches not so light as to be ticklish, then gentle stroking. I spread my legs shamelessly for her, hoping she would touch my pussy, and she did. She dragged her finger the length of my slit with a squelching sound. My nipples throbbed in her mouth and I pushed my mound towards the source of my pleasure, but Angela pulled away. "Don't tease" I whined. Angela looked up from my breast, smiled and said, "Patience." She brought her index finger to the super-sensitive flesh of my perineum. She stroked the slippery area and the feeling was so intense that I felt a fresh flow of lubricant well up in my tunnel. It seeped down to where Angela's fingers were working. She spread the juices, drawing small circles with her fingers, each one just a little closer to my waiting pussy. Next she slid up and down the length of one of my inner labial lips, then she did the same along the other one, up, not quite to the clit, pausing, then down. She repeated this a few times and the feelings were exquisite. My sex was open and ready to welcome her in its folds. My hips undulated, trying vainly to bring my pleasure-button into contact with her fingers. Angela pulled away. "Don't be greedy!" she scolded. I tensed in anticipation of her touch, but Angela would not be rushed. It felt like forever passed before she lay her fingers on my labia again. I flinched. She stroked the sticky furrow up and down, up and down. Hesitating at the entrance to my vagina, she pressed gently. I moaned and spread my legs wider, waiting for her to push inside me. But no. Instead, she started again, sliding along the slippery length of my slit. Up and down, again and again. I was becoming frantic with want, moving my pelvis to match Angela's rhythm, heightening the sensations. Then she stopped. I stopped. I caught my breath and waited. Then two of her fingers pierced my eager cunt. I cried out. She had finally filled the need that she herself had created in me. Her thumb found my clitoris. "Ahhh, god - Angela, yes just like that... "That's it, fuck me, baby." I moaned, using language that had never come from my mouth before. "Make me cum. I need to cum now. You want to make me cum, don't you?" The rhythmic suckling of my nipple continued; Angela bathed the soft flesh of my breast with her lips and tongue. "Your tits are so beautiful, Emma," she whispered. "And your nipples are absolutely mouth-watering. I love how puffy and stiff they get." Angela withdrew her fingers from my sex and held still at my entrance. I took a deep breath and she pushed them back inside me, a little further this time. I cried out again. Angela settled into a steady rhythm, pushing in slowly but smoothly, and withdrawing a little more hastily. Each time she entered me, my pussy lips wrapped around her digits like a kid sucking on a popsicle. I matched her timing, humping against her hand. My excitement coated Angela's fingers. I moaned as she nursed my little tits, passion coursing through and through me. Her thumb spread my juices in circles around my bliss button. She kept up the same forceful, but tender, piston movement. I ground into her hand, bucking against her fingers. Angela didn't need much prompting, and quickened her pumping, thrusting deeply, pulling back almost to withdrawal, then plunging back in. She worked my pussy unmercifully, fucking me with increasing speed, her knuckles banging against my ass, thumb flying over my clit. All the while, Angela carried on her onslaught of my nipple. She suckled on the erect tissue, tweaking it between her teeth, bathing it in her warm saliva. Angela was doing everything perfectly, as if she knew my body better than I did. My pleasure mounted to levels I never dreamed of. I knew I was headed for a mind-blowing orgasm. I babbled "Oh, yes... yes, faster just like ... harder, oh yes. Oh no, don't slow down... put them back inside me. Just slide it, like that ... shove it in me, fuck me, bitch, push it ... no, oh yes ... please, don't ... yes ..." A part of me, the part that had never had sex, never dreamed how glorious and intense it could be, was shocked at what I was saying. The rest of me just didn't give a damn... abandoning every inhibition. My hips were off the bed and I started to lose all coherence, my voice lapsing into a series of grunts, moans and panting. My cunt juices streamed over her fingers, lubricating them for the big finish. Rivulets of perspiration ran over my rippling tummy muscles and down between my breasts. Just at the point of explosion, when I couldn't bear another iota of pleasure, Angela paused. She lifted her head from my breast and slipped her fingers out of my cunt, with a pop, leaving the now gaping opening quivering, drooling cum. "NO!" I cried out. "Don't stop!" I'm sure half the dorm must have heard me and right then it didn't matter. I needed to cum, needed it more urgently than I had ever needed anything. Angela brought her face next to mine and kissed me with something approaching ferocity. "Don't worry, baby," she purred. "I'll take good care of you." Slowly making her way down my body, Angela alternated little bites with tender kisses, luxurious licking with ardent sucking. In between these, she murmured, "If you thought my fingers felt good, just imagine what my tongue is gonna do to you." No sooner had she voiced the thought than her tongue thrust into my waiting cunt in one slow, steady and controlled movement. It penetrated easily and filled my void. I screamed out and bore down on her mouth, grinding my hips in circles. Angela's hands reached under my naked ass, gripping both cheeks. As she pulled me toward her, my legs spread around her, my pelvis tilted up. A flow of moisture wept from my sex, seeming to stoke Angela's lust. She hungrily explored the folds and crevasses of my grasping cunt. Gliding her tongue along my inner lips, she collected surplus cum-juice and swallowed it. Sweeping along the length of my furrow with her tongue, she formed her full lips around my pussy. I raised my hips higher, welcoming her deeper inside, and she needed no second invitation. She licked from the bottom to the top, pushing through the outer gateway to the tightness beyond. It felt as if she was imbedded in me. My vaginal muscles relaxed and wantonly opened up to her. Her tongue went deeper, slipping easily inside, and she began a loving tour of my womanhood. I felt the tip moving over my inner walls, milking me of all I had to give. It was beyond words and I was near to orgasm again. But, Angela wanted something for herself. She pressed her head more tightly to me, allowing her tongue to delve inside me, tapping a wellspring. When she found that pool, she swirled her tongue in it before drawing it back into her mouth and swallowing. Her lips were sealed over my pussy as she plumbed my innermost depths. My body arched once more and she rose with me, keeping the seal unbroken. I rewarded her with another hot gush, my intimate muscles pulsing with ecstasy. My body shook, my head rolled back and forth on my pillow. I don't know if it was mercy or greed that inspired her, but Angela must've decided that it was finally my time. Withdrawing her tongue from my core, she brought her lips up to the pink pearl of my clitoris. With a flick of her tongue, she pushed away the hood. She widened her tongue and swathed the rigid nub with her saliva. At that instant, my entire being was wired to that single, wonderful, convergence of nerve endings. She commanded the switch with the tip of her tongue, paying loving tribute to my pleasure button with fluttery bursts of delicate speed. It only took a few seconds before the searing waves of my orgasm consumed me. I clutched the sheets and thrashed on the bed. My spine stiffened and my thighs closed spasmodically around her head. I was panting uncontrollably as Angela tongue fucked me relentlessly. My sex was flowing with fluids and I could hear her slurping and swallowing. It was too much for her and some of my juices escaped her to run down my ass cheeks and thighs. "Oh baby, cum for me, cum for Angela" was all she whispered. Her timing was absolutely perfect. It was all she needed to say to start another climax ripping through me that was at least twice as powerful as the first. With the flair of a virtuoso, Angela sucked my clit and stuck a finger in my ass. I went wild, bucking my hips, and pressing a pillow to my face to muffle my screams. "Ahhh, god - yes, just like that . . . I'm cumming." And after I shrieked those words into the pillow, Angela applied more pressure on my clit and I thought I was going to levitate right off the bed. If she had been relentless with her fingers before, she was merciless with her mouth now. I tried to get away from her, but she wrapped her arms around my thighs, holding them wide open and keeping her lips and tongue fastened to my pussy. I pushed weakly at her head, until another orgasm ripped through me. My legs trembled and my hips fell back onto the bed with Angela's finger still in my ass. It was several minutes before I could even see straight. Angela was still between my open legs, just gazing up at my naked body. She crawled up beside me and laid on her side, head propped up to look at me. She traced circles all over my glistening body. Covered in sweat and cum, I lay sprawled in a warm glow of total satisfaction. Empty, blissful, floating on endorphins. Little fireworks still going off inside me. I was deliriously, fantastically spent. Reveling in the feel of her naked flesh against mine, my lips found hers and we kissed deeply. Angela's arms wrapped around me, holding me tight against her. We kissed for the longest time, holding each other close. Angela broke the kiss to look searchingly into my eyes. Her hand brushed my face and she whispered, "I love you, Emma." I was so overcome, I couldn't answer. I buried my face in her neck and began to cry. "Emma, dear heart, what's wrong?" Several minutes passed before I was composed enough to respond. "Nothing's wrong." I sniffled. "It's just that... I've been so in love with you, I was terrified you'd never feel the same. The longer I kept silent, the more the fear grew." And now," I went on, "to have you say it... to hear the words coming from your lips... it's almost more joy than my heart will hold." True passion fired the kiss that followed. Love infused our embrace and kept us in each other's arms the rest of the night. And for many more nights thereafter. ************************************************* Angela and I stayed together for the rest of our college careers. Since then, however, distance and time have separated us. But the magic we created then, still echoes down the years. It still has the power to warm me on cold, winter nights. Angela, dearest, should chance ever bring this story to your eyes, I hope it makes clear that I love you still.