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Roomies: Summer Breeze Ch. 01

By: patricia51



"Yeehaaaaaaa!" whooped Kim McCall as she ran down the steps of the dorm, a sound that was echoed all over the sprawling college campus as students celebrated the end of the Spring Term. Jerking open the passenger door of the battered Dodge Dart before her, she threw the bags she carried into the back seat. Leaping into the front seat, she pulled the door closed and looked at the driver.

"Let's go!" The black-haired coed demanded.

"Your wish, fair maiden, is my command," replied Kim's roommate Pam Maguire.

"How long is it going to take us to get there?" Kim asked.

"We'll get there before dark."

"How about the others?" Kim pried off her tennis shoes and curled up in the seat.

"They'll meet us there. The map is in the glove box by the way. try not to get us lost."

"Why do they call this the 'glove-box'?"

"Goodness, Kim, how would I know?"

This was going to be fun. David Woods and his girlfriend Beth Robley, fellow Theatre students of Pam, had found an old rambling house for rent at the shore. Two hundred dollars a week was a fairly big chunk in the mid-60's so they had looked for others to share the cost. Two male friends, Brian Wright and Stan Thompson had signed up as had Sherri Middleton and Laurie Daniels. All were known to each other and all got along. Their rental actually ran from Saturday to Saturday but the owner had told Dan that he had no problems with them coming down on Friday as no one was currently in the house. The group had been so pleased they had dug deep enough to afford to stay for two weeks.

The two girls settled down for the trip. Kim opened Pam's tape case and popped an 8 track cartridge into the player. She braced her feet up on the dashboard as the sound of one of Pam's Broadway musicals came through the speakers. 

One, two, three, four," she crooned as she tapped with her left foot. "Five, sex, seven, eight," followed the right. 

Pam grinned. Her friend always claimed the reason she could perform so well as a cheerleader and a dancerette was because she put the music and movements into mathematical formulas. Well, whatever it was, it worked. Pam had nearly tumbled more than once during a track meet because her attention was drawn to the swaying body of her roommie and lover. In fact, she had a bit of a time keeping her eyes on the road. Finals for both of them had been challenging and kept them from doing much more in bed together than just sleeping when the opportunity arose.

The drive took hours, but the girls enjoyed it, swapping drivers every so often and keeping the music going. They had brought a cooler with soft drinks and sandwiches, stopping once at a roadside park to picnic. They had also enjoyed the rapt attention paid to them by a carload of Northern college boys but drew the line at accepting the groups invitation to go off into the bushes somewhere. The guys had been good-natured about their refusal and offered them a six-pack of beer "for the road".

It was just about dusk when the girls swung onto the island. Kim peered up at the road signs and down at the directions and brightened. She gave rapid-fire commands that Pam followed until they pulled up in front of a rambling old two-story house.

"There's Dan's car." Pam pulled up in the side yard beside the other vehicle and parked. By the time they got out of the car Beth was standing on the front porch and waving to them.

"Come in! You are going to love this place."

Pam and Kim grabbed their bags and followed Beth into the house. Both girls blinked and shared a long "Ohhhhhhhh" as they stood in the hallway. 

"The house dates from before the turn of the century." David joined the three girls. "Isn't it great?"

All three girls agreed. Beth had already seen the house but Pam and Kim walked slowly through the lower floor, admiring the high ceilings, the plastering and the hand-crafted woodwork of the doors, the wainscoting and the floors.

"This is gorgeous!" exclaimed Kim.

"Yes." David smiled. "This place belongs to a friend of my Father's, which is how we were able to rent it. We'll have to cover some ground rules later when everyone is here. In the meantime, there are four bedrooms upstairs and you all might want to pick one out. Beth and I have the one farthest away from the stairs but you're welcome to any of the other three." A smile tugged at his lips. "I do assume you'll want to room together, unless one of you has developed something recent with Brian or Stan."

Pam laughed. "Nope." She winked. "But who knows what the future will bring?"

The pair scampered up the stair and started examining the bedroom. Kim was in favor of the one next to David and Beth's room as it was closest to the bathroom. Pam pointed out that it was pretty small and they should look at the other two before making a decision.

Kim was studying the next bedroom. There was one disadvantage she spotted immediately that it shared with the first one. Twin beds. True, they had them at their dorm room, but she and Pam had long ago pushed them together. Even on nights when the pair didn't have sex they both preferred sleeping close together. It was comfortable.

"Kim, come here," Pam's voice echoed down the hallway. Following her friend's voice, the young Canadian found herself in a corner room, her roommate throwing open windows and all but dancing around a huge bed, covered in a flowery quilt.

"Look at this," crowed Pam, dragging Kim to the front window. "There's the beach right down there. And we might not be near the bathroom but we're right at the top of the stairs. Its perfect!"

The girls rushed to get their bags and claimed the room for their own. Not long after that the other four arrived, having driven two cars but convoyed together. Everyone settled in and then wandered down together to the small living room in the front corner of the house.

Everyone took a seat as David explained the house rules. They were pretty simple. Keep everything neat and clean, no drugs, no damage. The refrigerator had a few items in it but they would have to stock it as a group. Arrangements were made about washing dishes and cooking and shopping. The usual deposit on the house was double what they were paying but because David was known by the owner he had allowed them to skip it based on David's solemn promise they would behave. They all agreed, at least as far as the house was concerned. How they behaved with each other was of course a different story.

David also showed them the beach below. They had unlimited access to the public parts, which incidentally included a big bon-fire pit just a few hundred feet down from where they could get to the sand. But there were private sections to be found if they roamed far enough and those were to be avoided. He did give a little grin as he pointed out the nearest house was some distance and that if they kept things down to a dull roar they wouldn't be bothering anyone.

That night the group feasted on pizza and beer in the living room. Carefully. They relaxed and listened to music from the reel to reel tape player that Stan had set up. there was a surprise for Pam. Kim had made a recording of the group's Spring theatre production "Once Upon a Mattress". Normally Pam worked behind the scenes or in bit parts, but the role of Princess Winifred called for athleticism and she had been cast in the part. She had loved it and was touched her friend had taped it for her.

When Pam's songs came up the whole group belted them out. Pam got carried away and reenacted the dance scene from "The Spanish Panic". Kim leaped up and danced it with her, then the rest joined in as they had all worked on the production. Gasping for air and with laughter they all fell back into their seats after the music ended.

Brian produced his guitar and they all sang the folk songs that were so much a part of the times. As the evening wore on, Sherri moved over to sit beside Brian and Laurie shared the couch with Stan. David sat on the floor, his back against that same couch and Beth snuggled against him. And not a single eyebrow was raised as Pam and Kim shared a big over-stuffed orange armchair, with Kim practically sitting in Pam's lap.

The theatre group had a ripe reputation among the general student population for being wild. Kim had discovered that reputation was extremely overblown. Yes, they liked to party, but compared to the run-of-the-mill frat party they were basically sedate. Sure people got drunk and people got high and couples often slipped off together. But there were never bodies scattered all over the place throwing up or half-dressed or anyone screaming "Look at me! I can chug an entire six-pack without taking a breath!" Instead, the party was mellow and relaxed and fun. Eventually the singing faded away and couples began to drift upstairs. David announced he would pick up and turn everything off.

The two girls yawned as they got ready for bed. Both tended to sleep only in a long t-shirt. Pam was ready first. She stood by one of the open windows, her hands on her hips.

"What do you think? Closed, open or maybe half-way?"

"Hmmm," said Kim as she slipped up behind the taller girl. Sliding her arms around Pam's waist she stood on her tiptoes and whispered into her roommate's ear. "I'd say however you think they should be set." Kim's hands reached down, catching Pam's shirt by the hem and pulling it up. "Keep in mind though that you are going to be nude come the early morning." She finished pulling the shirt over Pam's head and tossed it aside. 

Pam leaned back against her best friend and reached back. Somehow she wasn't in the least surprised to find that Kim was nude herself. She turned her head, trying to capture Kim's lips. Her roommate giggled and stood on her toes so she could whisper in the other girl's ear. "I have you now." Kim's hands circled Pam and cupped her breasts. Already hardening, the taller girl's nipples responded even as Kim closed her forefingers and thumbs and began to play with them.

"You do indeed," replied Pam as she bent her knees slightly, the better to rub her ass against Pam's wet pussy. "So what do you have in mind now that you do?"

The black-haired girl laughed and spun her friend around. Showering kisses over the other girl's face, Kim pushed her backwards until both tumbled onto the huge feather bed, the covers of which Kim had already turned down. The two girls rolled back and forth but Kim determinedly maintained the upper hand, and the upper position until they came to rest with the cheerleader sitting firmly on the runner's thighs and her hands holding Pam's wrists.

"Say, this IS nice," smirked Kim as she bounced on her roommate's body.

"No fair," replied Pam, whose retort turned into a gasp as the other girl bent over and clamped her mouth on a small firm breast. Anything Kim might have said was smothered as she strove to inhale all of that breast, while her fingers crept down the flat stomach and between Pam's legs. Working from long experience of her friend's body, Kim slid two fingers inside Pam and her thumb dipped under the protective hood and gently stroked the hard nubbin there.

Pam bucked under her roommate's touch. Long experience with each other had made each of them privy to how to drive the other one wild. With Pam, it was not always exactly what she did, although she knew very well how to stimulate her friend. It was how she did it. Pam sometimes got extra turned on when Kim was aggressive and firmly took the lead in their love making. Pam didn't know it yet, but Kim had a secret plan to one day tie her roommate to the bed and make love to her. In fact, she thought before the end of this vacation would be perfect. This four poster bed would be ideal.

Kim slid farther down the body under her. She pulled her legs between Pam's and grabbed those long legs and lifted them enough so she could mash herself against Pam. Once, twice, three times she slapped her pussy against the other girl's before dropping Pam's legs and falling head first into her roommate's pussy.

"Oh God, definitely not fair, Kim," moaned Pam as she looked down at the tousled black hair between her legs that was all that she could see of Kim's head. She almost bit her lip as Kim's tongue slithered inside of her and curled along her inside walls before sliding back out again. A soft giggle came from below and Pam shivered at Kim's breath on her wet pussy.

"So what are you going to do about it?" taunted Kim, before pursing her lips and blowing her breath all over her girlfriend's soaking brown curls.

"THIS!" grunted the brunette, who sat up, reached down and grabbed her lover's hips. Kim grasped Pam's ass and hung on even as the taller girl turned her body around until the two of them were in the classic 69 position.

"Now that's better" breathed Pam, even as she pulled Kim's neatly trimmed bush down onto her upraised face.

"Oh good golly yes" agreed the other girl. Then words became unspoken as lips and tongues found other things to occupy them. Kim ran her hands down the inside of Pam's thighs, spreading the legs wide and caressing those thighs and the firm calves while her tongue parted the labia before her and began to lap up and down. Pam cupped Kim's tight little ass and squeezed it in rhythm to the thrust of her tongue in and out of Kim's pussy.

Pam's head bobbed up and down as she licked and lapped the wide open slit under her. She curled her fingers and dragged her nails along the smooth skin under them. She did keep them trimmed short, but there was enough to make Pam's legs shake under their gliding touch, Juices flowed freely as the taller girl twisted and turned under her lover.

Pam didn't lose her head though. She pushed her face deep into Kim's equally soaking pussy, her rolled tongue driven deep inside of the cheerleader. Her mouth sought and took Kim's puffy lips in and sucked them hard.

The bed creaked alarmingly, shaking back and forth as the two girls lashed at each other. They ignored the sounds. Pam's hands began to rub and then tap on Kim's ass. The girl on top dipped one finger beside her busy flattened tongue, then drug it down to press it against Pam's hidden rose. In response, the girl on the bottom bucked wildly, her hips lifting and falling and presenting Kim with the perfect opportunity to penetrate her roommate's ass. 

Squirming wildly under Kim's finger and tongue, Pam searched for and found Kim's hard unhooded pearl and began to wildly lash it. The strokes of Kim's tongue sped up until she had completely opened Pam's slit. At the top of each pass she flicked her tongue at Pam's clit in return. The two girls called out, their cries muffled in each other pussies. Kim pumped her finger in and out of Pam's ass, who dug her fingers into Kim's cheeks, riding the cheerleader's tongue and her own rising orgasm.

Each girl pushed the other over the edge. Squeals were drowned in floods of girl nectar. They each abandoned grips and fingerings to wrap their arms around the other and hold on as each of them drank from the other's fountain. Finally their bodies relaxed and they released each other. Kim clambered up the bed and the duo cuddled together, exchanging soft kisses and giggling as they licked their own juices from the other's face.

"Whew, that breeze feels nice," yawned Pam as the sheer curtains on either side of the window facing the beach fluttered.

"Mmmm yes, although I bet by morning we'll be happy to have that comforter." Kim replied as she pillowed her head on the other girls shoulder, her arm across the runner's flat tummy. She draped one leg over Pam, lifted her head for a goodnight kiss and fell asleep. Pam followed.

The next morning Pam woke with the first hint of sunshine coming through the drapes. She gently untangled herself from Kim and slipped from under the covers the two girls had indeed pulled over themselves during the night. The yawning girl went to the windows and pulled them down, wincing at the squeaks they produced. Pam donned a pair of shorts and a sports bra before scooping up her running shoes and her track team logo sweatshirt. Leaning over, she kissed Kim on the cheek and slipped out of the room and down the stairs.

Pam closed the front door and took a deep breath of the morning air. Even at this hour there was only the slightest touch of coolness. She pulled her sweatshirt on, sat on a bench on the porch and laced her running shoes on. The young athelete eyed the road dividing the row of houses from the beach. On the spur of the moment, she decided to run on the beach itself.

Trotting down the steps she found the boardwalk running from the parking area across the road that led down to the beach. The sand there was firm and still damp from the retreating tide. Pam stretched, working the morning kinks out and loosening her body. She glanced at the old pocket watch that had belonged to her grandfather and noted the time. There were no markers indicating distances, but from long experience Pam would be able to tell how far she had run from the time elapsed and the pace she would set. With that, she clicked the stopwatch she hung around her neck and started running.

The instant the door clicked a dark haired head popped up from the covers. Kim giggled to herself. Pam did that all the time, slipping out for her morning exercise and thinking that she was so sneaky about it. Kim could count on the fingers of one hand the number of times she had NOT woken with Pam's first movement. But she always laid still. It was her private joke on her roomie.

But now... Kim threw back the covers and grabbed her jeans and a loose t-shirt. She wondered if there was anything in the frige she could make for breakfast. Barefoot, she padded down the stairs and into the kitchen to find out. After all, this promised to be an exciting two weeks and she might need all the strength she could muster.

(To Be Continued)

Roomies: Summer Breeze Ch. 02



(Part 2 - Kim and the motorcycle couple. For those who missed Part 1, Pam and Kim, my 60's college roommates are spending two weeks at the shore along with some college friends and having some of their usual adventures.)

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Kim McCall stood by the side of the road, trying to decide if she really wanted to kick the car she was standing beside. Not that it was the car's fault that the tire went flat, The black haired Canadian girl supposed.

It was Kim's turn to shop for groceries. Actually she didn't mind it at all. She admitted to herself that she was the best cook in the group and that she enjoyed it. Of course she didn't say so out loud. Then nobody else would do it. She had finished her turn as cook for a few days so once the ingredients she had picked up were delivered it would be time to head down to the beach. Of course that demanded a car with four round tires.

As she debated, there was a roar she identified as being that of motorcycles. The slender girl tensed, even as two machines came around the curve in the road. Hidden behind the tinted visors of their helmets, Kim could make out nothing of the faces of the two riders. Both machines slowed down as the approached her, and then pulled off the road in front of the car.

Kim didn't know if she should be scared or not. Two wasn't exactly a gang. The bikes DID bear what even she recognized as the famous Harley Davidson logo. Her knowledge of bikers was pretty well founded only on a few movies, none of which portrayed riders in a very positive light. On the other hand, did the Hell's Angels wear helmets? At least ones that were not spiked German Helmets or something like that.

Silence descended as one, then the other, of the bikes cut their engines. One rider unfastened a helmet and removed it, to reveal a rather handsome man whom Kim guessed was in his late 40's or early 50's. He made no attempt to dismount from the bike.

"Miss? Are you alright?""

Kim wanted to say "Yes", and then thought about saying "No". Unable to decide, she stood there with her mouth open. Her indecision was broken when a soft voice laughed.

"Jim, I think you have the young lady too shaken to answer."

Kim snapped her head to the other bike. That rider was also sitting with helmet removed. In this case though, the person revealed was a lovely woman, with hair as black as Kim's. Kim judged she was probably about 5 years or so younger than the man. She relaxed. Neither of the people looked in any shape or form to be outlaw motorcyclists. She turned and waved at the car.

"I like to think I'm not helpless, but I cannot get the lug nuts off that flat tire. And I have food in the car, including stuff that's perishable."

"Let me look," offered the man, climbing off his bike and setting the kickstand. He crossed to the car and bent over.

"By the way," said the woman. "I'm Nancy, Nancy Daer and that is my husband Jim. We're retired and traveling the country. Our home is actually South Dakota but we're always on the move."

"Hi. I'm Kim, Kim McCall. My roommate and I and some friends are sharing one of the old houses on the beach road for a couple of weeks. Today was my day to do the grocery shopping. I was heading back and 'Boom'."

There was a grunt from the car and a muffled curse. "Who ever put these on must have used an air hammer. I can get them off but it is going to be a long process." he straightened from the car. "Kim, can I suggest that you let Nancy take you and your groceries home and then she can bring you back here in say, thirty minutes?"

Kim felt like her snap judgments tended to be right, and she felt she could trust this couple. She nodded, and with Nancy's help gathered the stuff together that need to get in the refrigerator and they wedged it into the saddlebags of the woman's bike. Nancy climbed on, looked back at Kim and gestured for her to put on a spare helmet that hung from a strap.

"Put your arms around me and hang on," Nancy directed cheerfully as she cranked the bike and off they went. Kim was enthralled. She had ridden on bikes before, but never one so powerful. And never with another female. Even through Nancy's leather jacket Kim could feel the full curves of the older woman's body. Unconsciously she hitched herself closer and indeed hung on.

All too soon the ride was finished. Nancy helped Kim unpack the groceries and accepted an invitation to come in for a glass of the tea that her roommate Pam Maguire made every day.

Neither the banging of the door nor Kim's yell brought any response. After stowing the groceries and pouring two glasses of tea, the two women walked through the bottom floor of the house. Nancy admired the rooms and the workmanship while Kim checked the little bulletin board they had set up at the front door.

"Well. Kim said.

"What is it?" asked Nancy as she looked over Kim's shoulder.

"My roomie Pam is gone out to meet a new friend she met today when she was running. Everyone else has gone off to the movies."

"May I make a suggestion?" At Kim's nod Nancy continued. "We're staying at a friend's vacation house. Its secluded and it has a pool. Do you have a swimsuit?" Kim nodded again. "Well then, grab it and join us. We'll go bring back your car and then you can ride over with us."

Kim dashed up stairs and back again. She climbed back on the bike with Nancy and off they went. By the time they got back to the car Jim had replaced the tire. Giddy with excitement, Kim drove back to the house and parked the car. She ran inside, left a note and hung up the car keys. 

When she came back outside, Kim swallowed. Nancy had removed her black leather jacket and was wearing a white t-shirt. Kim could see the outline of the bra the older woman was wearing, even to the fact that it was white and lacey.

"Ready?" asked Nancy. Kim's answer was to climb on and put her arms around the rider's waist. Nancy cranked the engine. Before taking off, she put her hand over Kim's clasped ones and urged them up. "Hold on a little higher," she called over the sound of the engine. 

"My pleasure," thought Kim with a secret grin. She could feel the swell of Nancy's breasts against the tops of her hands. She savored the feel of them the entire ride to where the Daer's where staying.

Kim was shown an extra bedroom and changed into her two piece suit. She studied herself in the mirror. Not bad. Voices called to her and she left the room, heading down the hall to the back door and the patio by the pool. She went out the door and stopped dead in her tracks. Jim was there, wearing trunks that showed regardless of his age that he was still in great shape. But Nancy...

Jim's wife was wearing a one piece red suit that clung to her full curves like a second skin. The dark haired beauty's legs were shown to their full effect by the high cut sides of the suit, which rose far up her hips before plunging sharply into a vee between her legs. And her breasts, her breasts. Kim almost moaned, remembered their softness against her hands. The older woman's lush breasts were barely contained by the material. Indeed, her nipples were clearly to be seen through the tight fabric. Kim couldn't understand how the thin spaghetti straps held up everything they were supposed to hold.

Kim passed the afternoon somehow. She made every attempt to enjoy her host and hostess' conversation and their attempts to make her feel comfortable. The talked, swam, snacked a bit and shared a bottle of wine. Kim made an effort to keep her eyes away from Nancy whenever she could,. She did mange some, after all, the house was lovely and Jim himself was good to look at but her gaze continued to return to the older woman. Once, when Nancy rested at the side of the pool, her breasts up on the edge and the suit soaked through, Pam almost fell in the water peeking.

The afternoon wore on into early evening. Kim had accepted an invitation to stay for supper and the threesome was talking on the patio. 

"Well, I don't know about you two, but I'm going to take a quick shower before we eat," declared Nancy as she rose from her chair. Walking over to Jim, she bent over and kissed her husband. Kim held her breath as the red material of the suit bottom tightened over Nancy's full ass, the material almost disappearing into the cleft between her cheeks. Nancy straightened and smiled at Kim and left the room. From her seat, Kim could watch the older woman walk down the hallway and was unable to tear her eyes from her until she disappeared.

An innocuous comment from Jim forced Kim to return her attention to him. Hoping she had not been too obvious in her staring at his wife, Kim replied and tried to keep her mind on the light conversation the two of them were having. It was hard. She could hear the sound of the shower and her thoughts kept drifting to what Nancy's nude body looked like under the water.

The sound of the water stopped. Kim was tempted to turn her head and look down the hall but managed to restrain herself. She still heard a door open and close, then another one open.

Jim continued to chat about nothing at all for a few minutes. Then he smiled, stood up and held out a hand to Kim. She took it and he helped her to her feet and then released her hand. "Kim, I'd like to compliment you and then ask you something. May I?"

"Sure."

"I'd like to compliment you on your self-control. Its more than one expects of a young woman."

"My self-control?" replied Kim, a bit confused. She had half expected something being said about her body. Jim hadn't been leering, but she had seen him make a couple of approving studies of her. Of course she had been noticing him also, he was quite handsome. But then her eyes had really been straying towards Nancy.

"You wanted to look and see if you could spot Nancy when she left the shower. You have been enjoying watching her, and both of us have enjoyed you doing just that. I hope you won't regret your politeness when I tell you she stood in the hallway and twirled around. She was nude."

Kim gulped. Well, she shouldn't be surprised. She had probably not been nearly as careful as she thought in watching Nancy. It was embarrassing to be caught though, especially by her husband.

"Now don't blush," smiled Jim. "We both enjoyed it. Now the question." He looked into Kim's eyes. "When Nancy kissed me just before she left, she whispered to me how sexy she thinks you are, and how much she would like to be with you. She is waiting for you down the hall in the bedroom. Its the last door on the right. So, do you want to make love with my wife?"

All Kim could do was nod. Jim gently turned her and opened the screen door. She walked down the worn carpet, her bare feet making almost no sound as she did. The door he had indicated was open. She hesitated, looking back. Jim had not followed her but had remained at the door, still smiling. She took a deep breath and stepped through the doorway. She stopped dead in her tracks and was unable to smother a gasp.

Nancy was on the bed. She was nude and even more gorgeous than Kim had thought. The older woman was on her hands and knees, her legs spread and her feet facing the door. She looked back over her shoulder, her black hair falling over most of her face. Kim licked her lips.

Nancy winked. "You've been watching my legs and bottom all day. Don't you think you should take off your swimsuit before you come here and touch them?"

Kim shed her suit in record time. Her eyes fixed on the body before her, she climbed up on the bed, kneeling between Nancy's parted legs. She pressed herself against the older woman, her hands stroking the rounded orbs of Nancy's ass.

Nancy rose from her hands and leaned back against Kim, the two women kneeling together now. She reached back and took Kim's hands, guiding them around her and over her breasts. She turned her head and Kim took the opportunity to kiss her. 

Nancy's breasts were generous and still stood proud, her nipples hardening to an amazing length. She used Kim's hands as though they were her own, rubbing the palms over those nipples and her fingers to explore the smoothness of her skin. "Squeeze them," she whispered to Kim, who happily complied.

At the same time the married woman was grinding her ass against Kim, rolling her hips and flexing her knees. Kim's legs had slid apart and she closed her eyes as Nancy would first push a firm ass cheek between them, then rub her tailbone up and down against her and then press the other cheek. Soft gave way to hard and then soft again. 

Nancy guided Kim's right hand down her body. She rubbed it first against her belly, then over her mound and finally between her legs. Nancy pressed her index finger against Kim's, curling both fingers between her shaved lips and into her wetness. She pushed them both deeply inside of herself, her hips rocking forward onto them and then back again against Kim.

After no more than perhaps fifteen or twenty seconds, Nancy pulled both fingers out. She lifted them to her mouth and slipped Kim's dripping finger between her lips and began to suck it.

Kim moaned. The feeling was amazing. The suction as Nancy stripped her finger of the older woman's juices made her squirm. The sensation was added to as Nancy ran her tongue over and under the sucked digit.

Nancy released Kim's finger. "Mmmm, delicious. I do love the taste." She reached down again, dipping her own finger inside herself before lifting it and presenting it over her shoulder to Kim. "Here, my dear, taste for yourself."

Kim sucked Nancy's finger. The older woman was right, the taste of her was wonderful. Nancy wiggled her finger in the coed's mouth, then began to slowly pump it back and forth. At the same time the older woman increased the pressure of her ass against Kim, who was frantically humping her pussy against Nancy's firm cheeks.

As Nancy continued her assault on Kim's senses, she turned her head and whispered to the younger woman. "Kim, I know you are attracted to women, I've watched you watch me. I want to ask you a question or two." She smiled. "All you need to do is nod or shake your head. Alright?"

Kim nodded. Barely, as she was pretty much as excited as she had ever been.

"Kim, are you gay? Are you a lesbian?" Surprise, Kim shook her head sideways.

"Ah, wonderful," purred Nancy. "You see, Jim would like to join us. Do you mind?" Once again Kim made a negative gesture.

"Lovely. If you had objected he wouldn't have. We always respect the wishes of any visitor to our bed. Still, if you are not comfortable, he will only touch me, only enter me at the right time."

Since Nancy had not actually asked her a question, Kim simply continued to enjoy the feel of the older woman's body against hers and the squirming sensation of the finger slipping in and out of her mouth. 

Nancy continued. "Now, like me, Jim thinks you are quite the sexy young woman and he would love to have you while you have me. Before you decide, you might want to take a look. He's standing right next to the bed."

Reluctantly, Kim released the now very well sucked finger and turned her head. Nancy's husband was standing right beside them. Kim looked him over. She already knew he was quite handsome and in fine shape. Good muscle tone, flat stomach and he had a very nice cock jutting out. Not huge, Kim was built rather small and had no wish to attempt to take any foot long monsters, but more than adequate, assuming he knew how to use it. She rather suspected he did.

In answer, Kim turned back to Nancy. With her head still turned to look over her shoulder, Kim was able to kiss the older woman on the lips, thrusting her tongue into the open mouth. She reached around and cupped the heavy breasts. She squeezed them, broke the kiss and said "Yes."

Nancy turned around on the bed and kissed Kim back. Then she stretched out, spreading her legs as she did, one on either side of Kim's kneeling body. She ran her hands up and down her body and announced "Come here Kim."

Kim was so excited that left to herself she would have thrown herself face forward between the sexy older woman's legs. But Nancy caught her and pulled her so the coed's open mouth fastened onto one of her full rounded breasts.

"You've been peeking at them all day, Kim. I think you should enjoy them before you get to the main attraction."

Kim had to agree. She filled her hands with Nancy's breasts, even as she sucked in as much as she could of the one her mouth held. She marveled at the smoothness of the older woman's orbs, at their heaviness in her hands. Her experiences with other women had been limited to Pam and a couple of other college friends, none of whom were so busty. She held the two full orbs together and her tongue darted back and forth from one hard brown nipple to the other.

Nancy ran her fingers through Kim's dark hair, murmuring encouragement to the young woman at her breasts. She drew in a sharp but deep breath as Kim buried her face into the cleft between them, flattening her tongue and beginning to drag it down Nancy's body. The coed's hands lingered, thumbs and forefingers closing on the nipples, giving them gentle squeezes and little pulls, even as her mouth searched lower.

Kim paused to lick Nancy's navel and then let her tongue wander over the softness of the older woman's tummy before resuming her march down. Reluctantly, her hands released Nancy's breasts, first giving the nipples one last firm tug. Those hands ran up and down the well-formed legs and then slid under the older woman just as the questing tongue parted Nancy's already puffy lips. Kim gripped Nancy's ass as, with a hiss of triumph, her tongue entered the older woman's wet pussy.

The bed creaked and moved behind her. Firm hands took hold of her hips, thumbs rubbed her ass cheeks. Jim bent and kissed the back of her neck. Kim could feel the head of his cock against her leg even as he spoke to his wife.

"How is she darling? Is she making you happy?"

"She's lovely," gasped Nancy, her fingers still tangled in Kim's hair. "Be sweet to her."

"Nothing but good feelings," assured Jim. Suiting his actions to his words, he guided his cock between Kim's legs and against her opening. Carefully he adjusted the young college girl's body, until he could enter her easily. then with one long but careful push of his hips, he eased his cock inside her.

Kim gasped, mostly into Nancy, who's taste she was enjoying even more now that she could sample it directly. Jim's cock felt wonderful in her, filling her but not stretching her. She let the feeling between her legs build, riding the increasing waves of pleasure as the older man thrust in and out of her. Each movement of his produced an equal reaction and she tongued and kissed and sucked on the pussy before her. Knowing that cock and pussy belonged to a married couple excited her even more as Kim reveled in her first three-way.

Kim's body began to shudder. Almost frantically she used her tongue on Nancy, first driving inside her and then moving to caress the woman's unhooded and hard clit. She used Nancy's gasps and moans as directions.

"I think she's about to cum, love" Jim managed to say, between teeth clenched in his determination to thoroughly fuck the young woman before him.

"So am I, Jim," cried out his wife. Her fingers tightened in Kim's locks and pulled the coed's face into her. She bucked up and Kim felt the rush of the older woman's nectar as she spasmed and came. Her own body bounced back and forth on Jim's cock, which felt as though it was growing to completely fill her.

Then fill her it did as Jim drove into her one last time and his balls emptied their load into Kim. Her face locked onto Nancy, the coed was unable to give voice to her own orgasm, but showed it by trying to lick up every droplet of Nancy's juices, flailing at the married woman's pussy until all three of them collapsed to the bed.




Roomies: Summer Breeze Ch. 02



The trio rested and regained their breath. Nancy pulled Kim up and kissed her.

"My, my," the older woman smiled. "That wasn't the first or second time you have done that to another woman." Her eyes twinkled. "No need to reply dear and no reason to feel embarrassed. It was meant as a compliment."

"Now then, may I suggest you lay back on the bed Kim?" When the young woman complied, Nancy spread the slender legs and knelt between them. She lifted her right hand to her mouth and licked the palm in a long slow stroke. Reaching behind herself she slapped her ass with a loud "Pop". She licked her left palm and slapped the other cheek, even harder.

"Oh, I do love that," she purred. She leaned forward, her knees still under her, going between Kim's legs. She kissed the inside of one knee and then the other, before sliding her tongue up to Kim's soaking pussy. She kissed Kim there, swirling her tongue over the mixture of the coed's juices and her husband's cum.

Kim stared unbelievingly as Nancy drove her tongue up into her. The slender girl could feel it slide along her walls and then curl, dragging Jim's cum from inside her. The dark haired wife closed her mouth on Kim and began to suck her pussy even as her hands slipped under Kim and grabbed her tight cheerleader's ass.

Kim jerked her attention away from Nancy's head as another sharp "Pop" echoed through the room. Jim was back on the bed, this time behind his wife. He slapped Nancy's ass again, while his other hand rubbed his cock, hard again and still coated with the cum mixture his wife was sucking from the young woman, between Nancy's full ass cheeks.

"You are so naughty aren't you lover?" Jim asked in a hoarse whisper. "Look at you, on your hands and knees licking a college girl's pussy. And its all full of warm male cum. A naughty lady like you deserves to be treated in a naughty fashion. Like a nice cock right up that ass of yours." Jim's hands gripped his wife's hips. Kim watched in fascination as the man leaned into Nancy. His body hesitated then he groaned and his hips bucked forward.

Nancy squealed right into Kim. Her hands ran up the flat belly and over the college girl's breasts, almost snatching at the nipples before they swept back down and under Kim. Since that felt so good, Kim cupped her breasts with her own hands and flicked her own nipples as she watched Nancy's tongue swirl over and into her, gobbling down the mingled juices. 

Jim grunted, drawing her eyes, if not pulling her attention from Nancy's tongue. His hips were driving hard against his wife. Kim could hear slapping sounds as his groin slammed into Nancy's upraised ass. Every time he bottomed in her she seemed to grab Kim's ass tighter and thrust her tongue deeper inside the coed. A finger wandered into Kim's cleft, wet with juices slipping down her perineum.

"Oh God." The words burst from Kim as Nancy's dripping finger pressed against her anal ring. Her hips lifted, grinding her pussy against Nancy's face and allowing the older woman the opportunity to slide her finger into Kim's tight ass.

All three of the people on the bed were going wild. Jim's back was arched as he drove his cock into his wife. Nancy was shoving back against him while she pumped her finger in and out of Kim's ass and her tongue in and out of the coed's pussy. And Kim, Kim was just holding on for dear life, the bed sheet balled up in her clenched fists and her body tensing as it attempted to hold off an explosive climax that could no longer be denied. She screamed. Then everyone was screaming together and going wild for what seemed an eternity until Kim found herself nestled between the married pair and so happily exhausted she could barely move a muscle. 

The next morning the two motorcycles pulled into the front yard of the old house and Kim climbed off the back of Nancy's bike. She moved rather slowly and a bit stiffly. Kissing both of the Daer's goodbye, she watched them zoom off. As she turned towards the house, an unfamiliar car pulled up and Pam got out, after pausing long enough to kiss the driver. When the car drove away, Kim caught only a blurred image of an attractive female with long blonde hair.

The two friends silently trudged up the steps to the porch and then the stairs leading to the second floor and their bedroom. Both managed to pry off their shoes and partially undress before the both fell onto the bed and curled up together. Before Kim fell asleep she giggled softly. It looked like she wasn't the only one with a story to tell.

(To Be Continued)



Roomies: Summer Breeze Ch. 03



"Uh. Uh. Uh. Uhhh." Pam Maguire panted. Closing her mouth, she strove to breathe through her nose. That lasted only a few moments before she began to gasp for breathe again. She redoubled her efforts.

Sand flew from under her feet. Her eyes were fixed on a striped pole ahead of her that indicated tide levels. She had broken into her sprint when she had judged she was about a hundred yards away from that marker. She held her arms at chest level, swinging them in time with the pumping of her legs.

Pam abandoned the attempt to breathe through her nose for good. She gasped for air to fuel her efforts as she raced towards her marker. For a moment she thought she had misjudged, that her wind was going to break before she made her finish line. After all, she had been going for miles. But there it was. She threw her arms wide and burst across the invisible line.

Her pace slowed. Hands braced on her hips, Pam walked around as briskly as she could at first. She checked her pulse several times, using her grandfather's watch to time her heartbeats as she cooled down. Finally, with her heartbeat back under control and her breathing returning to near normal, she slowed and then sought the wooden stairs that led up from the beach. She turned and sat on the bottom step.

"Goodness," came a light laugh from above her. Pam twisted to see a young woman, perhaps two or three years older than her, looking down at her. Her expression was a mixture of admiration and disbelief. "Are you an Olympian in training? Or perhaps a masochist? I mean, its summer, we're on the beach and you're out running."

Pam laughed. "I once had Olympic dreams," she admitted. "But now-a-days I just want to make sure I keep my scholarship. And since it's in track, I have to keep running."

The other girl came down the steps and sat down. Pam looked her over. She was about 5 foot 5 inches, which was close to her roommate Kim's height. A height that Pam had considered for the last year and a half to be the perfect one for a girl. But where Kim was dark-haired, this girl had blonde hair and blue eyes with a fair complexion that was just slightly pink from the Southern sun.

"Hi, I'm Missy. Missy Collins," the other young woman introduced herself.

"Pam Maguire." The Southern college girl smiled. "I see that you are not from around here."

Missy laughed. "I guess that's obvious as soon as I open my mouth isn't it? You, on the other hand, sound like you belong here."

"Actually I'm from Georgia, not South Carolina, but not that far away and the difference between the accents is just about impossible to tell unless you've lived your whole life in the Deep South."

"I sit corrected," Missy grinned. "Well, one rebel sounds about the same as another to those of us from Illinois."

Pam giggled and let her accent deepen. "Why hush my mouth. I'm a' sittin' here with a sure nuff' YANKEE! Mercy sakes."

Missy shifted and bumped Pam's hip with her own. "Just remember who won the Civil War."

"Civil War?" replied Pam in a mock confused tone of voice. "Which Civil War would that be? Spanish? English? If you are referring to the conflict that took place on THIS continent a hundred years ago, the proper term is 'The Glorious War of Southern Liberation'. It may also be termed 'The War of Northern Aggression'." Pam paused for a moment as the other girl attempted to stifle a coughing fit. "Actually, in POLITE society down here, if you must mention it at all, that conflict is termed 'The Late Unpleasantness'."

Missy could no longer choke back her glee. The Northern girl nearly fell over sideways laughing. Pam attempted to maintain her serious expression but only managed to do so for another 3 or 5 seconds before joining Missy in gales of mirth.

When the two girls stopped their carrying-on, Missy got to her feet and offered Pam a hand. "Come on up to my place and I'll get you something cold to drink." The duo climbed the steps together, with Missy asking "Really? 'The Late Unpleasantness' huh?"

"Really."

It was only a two minute walk from the top of the stairs to the little bungalow that Missy was renting for the next week. Pam was impressed by the neatness and airiness of the place. She looked out the window.

Missy joined her and passed her a glass of cold water. "This is nice," remarked Pam.

"Isn't it? Its sort of a resort type thing. You have these separate buildings rather than rooms, all encircling the center facility with a pool, night club, restaurant and recreation center all together."

Pam finished her water and took a deep breath. "Well, thank you Missy, but I guess I should be heading back." She paused thoughtfully. By the way, exactly where AM I?" When told, she whistled. "I guess I ran a lot farther than I planned. That happens sometimes, but WOW."

"Well, how about I drive you back? If you really need to go."

There was a bit of wistfulness in Missy's voice that made Pam sit up and take notice,

"Are you here by yourself Missy?"

"Well, yes. I mean, just for now. My boyfriend is going to be here, whenever he can get away that is."

"I'm not in any hurry," Pam declared. "But I really do need to take a shower."

"I'll throw your clothes in the washing machine," offered Missy. "We're not exactly the same size but I think I have some shorts and a top that would not look too out of place on you until your stuff dries."

"You're on."

Pam luxuriated in the shower, spending extra time under the warm water and swiping some of Missy's hair care products. When she climbed out of the tub she found the promised clothing. There wasn't any underwear but Pam hardly worried about that.

The two girls talked. Pam explained about the group of college students she belonged to renting the house farther down the island. She discovered Missy was twenty-three, a third-grade teacher, just two years out of school and was a bubbling fountain of stories and laughter. They chatted until lunch, during the lunch Pam helped Missy prepare and as they cleaned up. then they settled down on the sofa that looked out over the beach and commenced to really talking.

Missy and Pam talked the afternoon away. The discussion covered everything under the sun; politics and history, religion and literature. They fell to talking books and plays, breaking occasionally to snatch another beer from Missy's refrigerator and a handful of chips from her kitchen counter. 

Pam's ears perked up as one of Missy's comments made a passing reference to the novellas of Paula Christian. Like many other college girls, she was familiar with the works of the female pulp author who's fiction dealt with the attraction of females to other females. Those works were surriptiously passed from hand to hand, dealing with lesbianism as they were.

"Which do you like better, 'Another Kind of Love' or 'Twilight Girls'," enquired Pam casually.

"Definitely 'Twilight Girls'," replied Missy. "Its a wonderful story of self-discovery, I think." The blonde woman blushed slightly. "Beyond the sexual side, of course."

"Of course," commented Pam idly. But the other girl's remarks had pricked the college girl's interest in things beyond just literature. She took another, deeper look at the young teacher, taking in her body more than she had before. Definitely attractive and well worth seeing where this might go.

As the afternoon drew on both girls felt a common reluctance for their time together to end. Missy made a vague remark about maybe it was time that Pam needed to go meet her friends and Pam made a very half-hearted agreement. Neither girl moved from the couch where they had taken up residence.

"Maybe," Missy started, then fell silent.

"Maybe what?"

"The restaurant here is really good. What would you think if I asked you to eat dinner with me and maybe drop by the night club after?"

Pam smiled. "I'd say I need to get back to the house and change clothes if we're going on a date. What should I wear?"

Missy giggled. "A date? oh sure. Well then, how about something black and slinky?"

The other girl grinned. "I don't think I can do 'slinky' but I actually have a couple of skirts. One's black. Would that do?"

"Definitely."

Missy dropped Pam off at the house and they agreed on a time for the older girl to be back to pick up her "date" as they joking referred to each other. Pam dressed up, at least as much as she ever did outside of a formal dance. She donned a short black skirt with a pink sleeveless top. She debated wearing a pair of the pantyhose that Kim had purchased for her and decided not to. She did however put on a bra, something she did rarely and slipped into a pair of skimpy black panties. She pushed her feet into the one pair of black pumps she owned. Standing, she checked herself in the mirror.

"Wow, I'm gorgeous," she laughed. Just then the horn sounded and she dashed down the stairs. Scribbling a hasty note to post on the bulletin board by the front door saying that she would be out late. She hoped into the car and whistled. Missy was wearing a red dress and matching heels. 

Pam repeated her words of a moment ago to her new friend. "Wow. You are gorgeous."

Missy blushed, then winked. "Watch it. You are giving yourself away, twilight girl."

Pam laughed along with Missy, but there was an undercurrent in the laughter and a look passed between the two young women. Neither was ready to come right out and acknowledge that there was an attraction between the two of them that their joking words could not mask.

A few hours later, after supper and after drinks and dancing at the club, two giggling young women clung to one another as they attempted to steer a straight course towards Missy's bungalow. The path was as curved as their meanderings and they wandered back and forth on it, straying first to one side and then the other. Each stumble brought only more hilarity, adding to their increasing inability to remain upright. 

Fortunately they managed to reach the door. After several minutes of fruitlessly searching through Missy's purse for the key, Pam turned the doorknob. Unlocked, the door opened and they made it inside, closing the door by leaning back on it together. They took deep breaths, steeling themselves for the final rush. Finally ready, arms around each others' waist, they pushed off and headed for the bedroom. Finding that room too far away, they sat down heavily on the couch.

"Mmmmmm," declared Missy. "That was fun Pam." She lifted her feet and kicked off one shoe She frowned when the other one didn't come off. She turned her foot and examined it. "Why is this shoe still on my foot?" she complained.

"Beats me," yawned Pam. Her pumps dropped off easily. However the effort, slight as it was, caused her to slide off her precarious seat on the couch and end up sitting on the floor. Missy peered down at her.

"What are you doing there?"

"Its more comfortable," explained Pam, in the dignified way drunks act when they're trying to appear sober."

Missy slid down beside Pam, finally losing her other shoe. "Okay then." She leaned against the other girl. "Mmmm, well, yes, this is nice."

Pam leaned her head against Missy's shoulder. "Yes it is."

Missy smothered another giggle. "I can't imagine what those guys thought, watching us dance together. I was going to invite them to cut in, but darn Pam, it was sooooooo funny seeing them jump to conclusions."

"What conclusion was that?" inquired Pam, who knew perfectly well but wanted to see how Missy was going to react.

"Like a couple of well, twilight girls," pronounced Missy.

"Oh," replied Pam. "But if we were THAT kind of girls, then we probably would have kissed each other. Like this." Suiting her actions to her words, Pam turned Missy's face towards her own and brushed her lips over the other woman. 

The kiss was gentle and closed mouthed. For a moment Missy's lips clung to Pam's and then the kiss ended. Both girls giggled again, but there was a catch in their laughter. 

"Or like this," Missy declared and leaned into Pam, her mouth slightly open. The kiss lasted longer this time and the two girls broke apart reluctantly.

"If we were twilight girls, we would touch like this." Pam ran her fingers up the young teacher's arm, gently caressing the skin, even as goose bumps sprang up under her touch.

"If we were twilight girls," Missy almost gulped, "We would sit close together, like this." The blonde squirmed next to the darker haired coed. "And we would look in each other's eyes. And if we WERE twilight girls..." Missy's voice trailed off as she put her hand on her new friend's thigh.

"Yes," breathed Pam. "If we were." She covered Missy's hand with hers. Shifting slightly to face the other girl, Pam leaned forward and closed her mouth on Missy's. When the only response was a slight shiver, Pam pressed her tongue between Missy's red lips. There was a moment of resistance, then Missy's lips parted. Pam took the slightly older woman's face in both of her hands and began to kiss her deeply. At the same time she moved so she was facing Missy, and then straddled the out stretched legs before her, kneeling over her.

Missy's hands pushed feebly at Pam's shoulders for a moment, and then tangled in the younger woman's hair. Moans came from both girls and their bodies touched. For several minutes they remained locked together.

Finally the kiss ended and Pam sat back slightly. They Stared at each other. Pam was startled when the teacher gently pushed her back and rose to her feet. Then a smile crossed Missy's face and she reached down to help Pam up.

"Whether we are twilight girls or not," Missy's eyes twinkled. "I am NOT staying on the floor when a perfectly good bed is right through that door."

Pam followed the young teacher into the bedroom, admiring the sway of Missy's hips. When the other girl reached the bed she stopped and hesitantly turned around. The two girls looked at each other. Pam swallowed. Missy opened her mouth and then closed it. 

The younger girl broke the stalemate. Pam stepped forward and cupped Missy's face in her hands. Lips touched again. The kiss continued and deepened. Pam's tongue slid between the other girl's lips. Missy's mouth open, accepting and welcoming the invasion. The two bodies moved closer. Pam's hands crept down, first to rest on Missy's shoulders. Her fingers followed the straps of the red dress, running along the white skin and caressing the tops of the other woman's breasts. The schoolteacher gasped. Pam's palms flattened on the full breasts and rubbed them in big circles through the dress, and the bra that was peeking out as the shoulder straps fell down Missy's arms.

The older girl took one, then two steps backwards. When her legs touched the bed, she sank back onto it, drawing Pam with her. The two young women never lost touch with each other. Missy stretched out on the bed, with Pam laying on her side and still kissing her. The brunette slid one leg over the blonde. A slight shift of Pam's weight and her knee parted Missy's and a firm runner's thigh pushed up the red dress and met the dampness of the teacher's panties.

Kisses were becoming hurried and demanding. Pam pulled both dress and bra strap down and Missy drew her arm free, allowing one firm rounded breast to be cupped and cradled. Pam moved her head and her lips slid over that breast. Missy's hands ran down Pam's back even as she slightly arched under the other girl. Fumbling fingers found the zipper of Pam's skirt and pulled it down. The brunette wiggled to help and the blonde pulled both skirt and black panties down the young athlete's legs until Pam could kick them free.

Pam, never losing the grip her lips had on Missy's right breast, rolled on top of the other girl. She struggled to get her hands behind Missy, reaching for the zipper of the red dress and the bra under it. Finding the first, she pulled and Missy wiggled, arching up on her shoulders and allowing the girl on top access to the catches of the red lace bra. With a triumphant moan Pam felt the clasp give way and she pulled, spilling the blonde's other breast free and working her clothing down to her waist.

Missy's hips bucked, nearly tossing Pam off her. The blonde shoved at her dress, gasping "Please Pam, get it off me."

The coed happily complied, shifting her body between the other girl's legs. She grasped the red dress and pulled it, and the matching red panties, down the firm legs and threw them aside. Green eyes fastened hungrily on the tuft of blonde hair between the other girl's legs.

"Oh no you don't," demanded Missy, following Pam's gaze to its destination and realizing the other girl was about to go down on her. "First you get that blouse and your bra off."

Pam nodded agreement. She found that it was easier said than done though. In their rolling around on the bed, the blouse had got twisted and some of the buttons were nearly unreachable. Frustrated, she finally pulled the blouse up over her head, along with the bra that she had managed to get unfastened.

Absorbed as she was in her struggle, Pam thought nothing of the creaking of the bed and the shifting of the mattress until hands suddenly pinned the difficult blouse around Pam's face, blinding her. At the same time a warm mouth locked onto her breast and the trapped girl heard a happy chuckle.

"Got you," Missy laughed, the words muffled by the amount of Pam's breast she tried to hold in her mouth.

Pam made a valiant effort to pull her head from her blouse but to no avail. The other girl had her trapped. How trapped was demonstrated moments later as Missy hooked a leg around Pam and flipped her onto her back, with the blonde teacher on top of her, her mouth still covering Pam's breast, her tongue still running over the hard tip between her lips.

"Missy!" protested the college athlete through her still enfolding blouse. The only response was for Missy to shift her body so that one shapely leg parted the college runner's and held them open while a set of fingers danced down the flat belly and cupped the neat brown curls of Pam's pussy. A slender index finger parted those curls and curled inside Pam.

"Oh God." Pam's struggles became even wilder as she fought to get out of her blouse and bra. Missy shifted from one breast to the other, catching the hard nipple there in her lips and tugging it. She added a second finger in Pam's pussy and began to pump her hand slowly, wiggling those same fingers each time they plunged into Pam. An exploring thumb found the athlete's still hidden clit and teased it from under its hood.

Pam finally stopped her attempts to get free of her clothing as they seemed to only tangle her up all the worse. She spread her legs wide and lifted herself against Missy's fingers. Missy grinned around the nipple she held and whispered, "Giving Up?'

In a sudden move Pam threw her legs around Missy and locked the older girl to her, trapping her hand between them. "Not even." A final tug and the blouse came off her head to be thrown to the winds along with the bra. The freed hands caught Missy and pulled her up until Pam could once fasten her mouth to her new friend's lips. Legs shifted and a smoothly muscled thigh slid between the teacher's legs and pushed hard against the wet bare pussy it encountered.

Missy moaned into Pam's mouth. Her fingers never stopped their assault on the brunette's pussy and clit. Indeed, they moved faster and deeper, making Pam quiver. Her thigh sawed back and forth, parting Missy's labia and crushing the unhooded clit. Missy ground herself down against Pam's leg, rearing up and riding the slick skin of the girl under her. She braced herself with her free hand, jamming a third finger inside of Pam even as the other girl grasped the blonde's tight ass and pulled her down onto the frantically bucking leg and body under her.





Roomies: Summer Breeze Ch. 03



The intensity was too much. Missy felt Pam's muscles spasm and then lock down on her fingers as the younger girl bucked under her, nearly throwing her off. But Missy clamped her legs around Pam's thigh and rode it as the waves of her orgasm swept over her. For a long moment they held together, almost frozen, then Missy collapsed on top of Pam and the two girls cradled each other, their aftershocks making them tremble, until they slowly relaxed and fell asleep in a tangle of arms and legs.

Sunlight peeking through the blinds made both girls stir the next morning. Pam rolled over and pulled a handy pillow over her head. Missy say up, bleary-eyed and looked down at the slender body next to her. A body that was covered by nothing but that one pillow. The teacher reached down and tickled the firm ass.

"Hey!" Pam sat up, blinking the sleep from her eyes.

"Its morning." Missy's eyes twinkled. "Aren't you going to go running?"

Pam leaned over and kissed Missy. A hand touched a bare stomach and crept up to cup a breast. Eyes sparkled as they met.

"The only running I'm doing today is for breakfast and after you."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"I am."

"Oh? Where?"

"Right here." the brunette coed pushed the other girl onto her back. Swinging her body around, she straddled Missy and lowered her face between the other girl's legs. "Before I get back to the house, I'm going to see if you taste as good as I've wondered since I watched your body sway as we climbed the stairs yesterday.

"That sounds good," Missy admitted as her hands reached up, fastened on the hips above her and drew Pam's pussy, as wet as her own, down to her mouth.

They never did eat breakfast.

*

(To Be Continued)

(Author's note. Paula Christian was one of the pulp writers of the late 50's and early 60's. By "Pulp" I don't mean the pulp magazines of the 30's such as "Weird Tales" (Although you might be surprised by the hints of lesbianism in some of those stories, including Robert E. Howard's "Conan" stories) but rather a genre of paperback books generally sold at bus terminals, airports and drug stores. Those books were characterized by lurid covers depicting half-dressed attractive women together. A key to their content could usually be found by the book's blurb, "Forbidden love" was often used. In keeping with the editorial requirements of the day, indeed, the law (stories showing lesbianism in a positive light or with a happy ending were considered pornographic by the USPO and could subject publishers to fines or even jail) these stories showed lesbians or any curious female as unbalanced, sad, guilty, even suicidal and filled with self-loathing. Any ending other than one woman turning to a man or simply a disastrous finale was unacceptable. It wasn't until Ann Bannon created her marvelous character "Beebo Brinker" that a fictional lesbian appeared who was self-confident, self-assured and completely at peace with herself and happy. I read "twilight Girls" as well as Ann's "Odd girl Out" in college (with my dorm room door closed and the books hidden under my mattress) and a couple of years ago found Ann's last (and out of print) book "The Marriage" at a used book store.) 



Roomies: Summer Breeze Ch. 04



Kim McCall wrapped her arms around her legs and hugged them, her knees pulled up under her chin. "I can't believe it," she said. "I can't believe that we only have two days left."

The porch swing creaked as Kim's roommate, best friend and lover Pam Maguire sat down beside her. The taller girl stretched out her legs. Kim enjoyed the sight as Pam flexed those legs. Always shapely from all the running her athlete friend did, the coastal sun had tanned them to a golden brown. 

"Its been fun though, hasn't it?" Pam smiled at her, reaching over to tousle the short black hair that even the bright South Carolina sun had failed to lighten.

"It has," Kim leaned against her friend, resting her head on the brunette's shoulder. "And we'll have more fun. The bonfire on the beach tonight. Cooking out on the fire. Singing."

Pam slid an arm around the shorter girl. "And maybe slipping off by ourselves into the night. Skinny dipping in the ocean and then drying off on a towel spread out where the sand dunes hide us."

Kim's eyes twinkled. "Why, whatever would give you the idea of doing anything like that?"

"You would, you sexy girl." Pam's fingers brushed over the side of Kim's breast and the two roommates shared a look that promised each other that night would be memorable. As indeed it would turn out to be, although not quite in the way they had imagined.


They spent the day cleaning the house, top to bottom. The entire group was determined to leave the place spotless, indeed, cleaner and in better condition than they had found it. Brian turned out to be a fair carpenter, having learned from his dad, and repaired loose shingles and a sticking door while the other guys cut the grass, hauled off the garbage and assisted the girls as they scrubbed the house. At least twice Pam and Kim misplaced one of the couples that had formed over the days spent here. Once they discovered the whereabouts of a missing pair but judging from the sounds coming from behind the closed doors Stan and Laurie were in no need of being found. In fact, the roommates took advantage of the time alone to do some kissing and touching of their own.

As the shadows began to lengthen the group headed down to the fire pit. A fire was kindled and hamburgers and hotdogs were cooked on an old metal grill the girls had done their best to clean. There was much laughter when an occasional errant item fell into the fire. But there was plenty for everyone, including several wandering beachcombers who stopped by and were invited to stay.

For a while after supper they built the fire high and danced around it, watching the leaping flames through their shadows across the sand. Eventually the wine they all shared began to take it effect and they settled down onto blankets spread around the fire. The flames slowly dies, turning into coals. The sound of the surf seemed to blend with their singing as Brian again hauled out his guitar and the songs of the era floated down the beach and into the night.

Pam and Kim were snuggled on one blanket, together as they usually were. Pam was sitting up with her legs folded and Kim was laying back into her lap. One or two of the people who had been enticed by the smell of supper had looked a bit sideways at the two girls who had started the evening by holding hands before progressing to their present position.

The roommates thought it was funny. Neither was a lesbian. They had discovered their mutual attraction to each other one night over a year and a half ago but they thoroughly enjoyed the company of both guys and other females. They cared for each other but neither expected anything would continue past the end of their college years except for a deep friendship they both swore would never end. So sometimes they overdid their public affection but it was just for fun. When one passing couple had pointedly stared at their intertwined fingers Pam had leaned over and kissed Kim deeply. They could barely smother their giggling when the other couple bolted without finishing their free supper.

Not that they weren't planning on spending some time together tonight doing some serious and happy exploration of each other's bodies. The pair settled back into the flickering shadows and fingers began to wander. Kim's hands slid up and down firm runner's thighs and the other girl brushed black hair away from a neck that seemed just perfect for nibbling. Then two hearty voices called "Hello" and the pair looked up to see two familiar figures enter the ring of light.

"Dennis! George!" The girls' words tripped over each other as they rose to greet the two new arrivals. Dennis stood there with a shy look on his face while George moved hesitantly towards Kim, who was greeting him with a warm smile. The duo crossed to the young men they had met and spent a memorable night with at a Chess Club tournament in the State Capital back during the winter. Pam had occasionally dated Dennis, who had blossomed into a much more self-confident guy. Similarly, George and Pam had gone out several times. Neither girl had shared the specifics of exactly what went on during those dates, but they had each always returned with smiles on their faces.

Hugs were exchanged and friendly kisses. After a search for another blanket the foursome returned to the circle around the fire, joining the other already paired couples. 

"So what are you all doing here?" inquired Pam. "Not that we're not happy to see you but it is a surprise." She and Dennis settled down on one blanket. George and Kim had already occupied the other one. Pam noted with a hidden grin that George's arms were already wrapped around the young Canadian cheerleader. There was more there than either one of them was admitting.

"Actually Kim had mentioned this trip to us back when you all were first planning it. Neither of us could come as we're both working for the summer but she DID say to drop by if we had the chance."

"Well," Smiled Pam. "I'm glad you all had the chance." She gave Kim an amused look. "Of course you could have mentioned it to me."

"I did," Kim's eyes twinkled. "But you were studying so hard that evening that you might not have been paying attention."

Pam's eyes twinkled in return. The brunette Theatre Arts major didn't do much studying in the room as most of her courses were hands-on type ones. "Studying" referred to activities the two girls did when they were sharing the same bed.

"I must have been distracted. Anyway," Pam leaned back against Dennis, "I'm glad you all made it."

Pam WAS glad that Dennis and George had made it. She truly liked the shy chess player who had come more and more out of his shell since the two of them had spent a night together back during the winter. He was a very nice guy and she enjoyed his company. He didn't act all possessive, he was interesting and intelligent and if she had been thinking about settling down any time soon he would be high on the list of prospective husbands. 

The enlarged group sang a few more songs then settled down to quietly watch the fire subside into glowing coals. Conversation died away to nothing more than soft murmurs. Couples began to drift away from the fire. David Woods, the leader of the group and his girlfriend Beth had volunteered to stay till the fire was completely out so no one needed to worry about leaving.

That included Pam and Dennis and Kim and George. The first pair scooped up their blanket and disappeared into the dunes. The latter two smiled at each other and rose themselves, George folding the blanket and tucking it under one arm. Taking their time, they strolled down the beach. Almost surprising both of them, Kim impulsively reached out and took George's hand. Fingers laced and he gave her hand a squeeze.

They walked along the shore for a while, enjoying the night air. They chatted quietly, not wanting to disturb the calm around them broken only by the incoming waves. After an indeterminate amount of time they reversed course and retraced their route until they could see the dull glow of the dying fire.

Kim shivered a bit in the breeze.

"Cold?" George started to unfold the blanket. She stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"A little, but I can think of a better use for that blanket and a better way to warm up." Standing on her toes she kissed the taller young man. He wrapped one arm around her and returned her kiss. In fact, he wrapped his arms, blanket and all, around her and lifted her from her feet before carrying her into the solitude of the dunes.

There was one moment when the spell tried to break. George's foot caught a trailing edge of the blanket and the couple nearly toppled to the sand. He caught himself though. Lowering Kim, he snapped the blanket open and drew her against him. They kissed again and slid down to lay against each other. The kisses were gentle at first, as were the exploring fingers. The passion flared between them that they had felt at their first meeting and then they were all over each other.

It took only moments for the pair to rid themselves of their clothing. George rolled onto his back and pulled Kim on top of him. His mouth fastened onto one firm small breast. One hand cupped the free breast while the other danced down her back and ran over her tight ass.

For her part, the cheerleader reached down and between them. She hand found his hard shaft and encircled it. She slid her hand gently up and down, urging him to thicken even more than he already was. Rearing up, she ignored the muffled protests as George lost his grip on her breasts. She straddled the young man under her and guided his cock between her labia and into her opening. She settled down, allowing him to slowly slide up inside her already wet pussy.

"Mmmmmm," Kim moaned softly.

"Mmmmmm, indeed," replied George. His hands settled on her hips and his eyes fastened onto her breasts, where her hands rested now in place of his. He watched as she began to run her fingers over her smooth little orbs, paying particular attention to the hard pink nipples. He watched as her eyes closed briefly and those same fingers began to pull and roll the nubbins.

Kim leaned back slightly, pulling her nipples as she began to bounce a little on George's cock. Just a little at first, her movements became a bit faster but stayed steady, increasing how far she slid up and down on the shaft inside of her. She tried to keep her rises and falls in time with the strumming of her fingers on the hard points of her breasts. George simply held her, allowing her to set the pace. 

From her position on top of George, Kim's ears caught a low but familiar moan from not far away. Tearing her eyes for a moment from the man she was aside, the black-haired coed looked to her right. All she could see in the moonlight was a familiar pair of feet and a bit of two shapely calves. Since those feet were waving in the air with the toes pointed towards the sky, Kim easily deduced that Dennis was probably on top of her roommate and that Pam was having a very good time herself. Then George caught her by her hips and began to bounce her up and down on his cock and Kim forgot all about whatever Pam might be doing.

Pam was doing just fine. When she and Dennis slipped off they had walked hand in hand through ankle deep water, saying nothing, just enjoying the night sounds and the surf splashing around them. When they had walked their fill they turned toward the sand dunes. Finding a tidy spot out of the evening breeze they spread the blanket Dennis had carried. He sat down and she snuggled beside him on her knees with her legs under her.

Dennis gently ran his fingers over Pam's face before he leaned forward and kissed her. She opened her mouth to him and those gentle fingers slid down her sides, catching the hem of her short and pulling it up and over her head. They kissed again and the chess player took the runner's pointed breasts into his hands, cupping them and stroking the nipples, as she had taught him the first time they had made love. Their tongues explored each other's mouths again.

Pam's hands fumbled at the young man's waist and he rose to his own knees, allowing her freer access to his shorts. He returned the gesture, unfastening her cut-off jeans and pushing them off her trim hips. She got his belt open and his shorts unzipped about the same time. He caught her up in his arms and stretched her out on the blanket. Pam lifted her hips and Dennis slid her shorts and panties down her long slender legs.

"You are so beautiful. And," Dennis leaned over, lifted Pam's leg and ran his tongue along the smooth skin, "You have the sexiest legs I've ever seen." His licks became kisses and then Pam was quivering as her chess master's mouth fastened itself onto her pussy. She spread her legs wide and drew them up, planting her feet on the blanket. His tongue slid inside her and his hands crept up her flat tummy.

"Oh Dennis," breathed Pam happily as the young man's hands covered her breasts. His fingers gently explored them, his fingertips tapping the nipples back into the smooth firmness. His tongue danced in and out of the young athlete's pussy, now burrowing into her, now parting her wet curls and lapping up and down her open slit. He paused and kissed the inside of each thigh, licked there and then replanted his mouth onto her pussy.

Pam was trembling. Dennis had not only learned well what she had taught him, he had obviously been practicing. His lips and fingers worked as a team and the brunette girl could feel her body responding and already building towards an orgasm. She briefly debated with herself on letting herself go just as things were but decided she wanted Dennis' body against her. Reaching down, she caught his arms and tugged.

To her surprise, the young man simply paused, looked up at her and grinned before he returned his attention to her wet and quivering pussy. He was teasing her clit now, rolling it around with his tongue. Pam shook all over. She covered Dennis' hands with her's, holding them firmly on her breasts as she muffled a cry of pleasure. Dennis must have sensed she was approaching her threshold, for at exactly the right moment he pinched her nipples and squeezed her clit with his lips. Pam couldn't have held back, assuming she had the slightest desire to do so, and came in a rush and a loud "Yessssss." 

"That's better," Dennis slid up the young athlete's body, covering her with himself. "NOW we can do what I think you wanted a few minutes ago."

Pam smothered a grin. She yawned and let her eyes close half-way. "Well, that was then. I don't know about now. I'm feeling sleepy now after that lovely tongue lashing you gave me. Perhaps I need a nap."

Dennis' mouth fell open. Then he spotted the mischief dancing in Pam's eyes. Giving a mock growl he caught her in his arms. Already dripping between her legs, his cock had no trouble slipping up into her. He braced his arms and began to thrust in and out of her. She rolled her hips up to meet him, her legs pointed towards the night sky.

Kim had forgotten all about Pam's legs, Pam, Dennis, the campfire, the ocean and the rest of the world. Her world narrowed down to her and George. George had a firm grip on her hips now and was using his arms to help her ride up and down on his straining cock. The young coed was twisting her nipples and arching her back as her legs worked wildly to bounce herself up and down on George. Each time she dropped down on him while he thrust up seemed to reach just a little bit deeper inside the coed. She could feel his head impacting against her soft spot.

The black-haired cheerleader let out a strangled whoop. Unable to resist, she abandoned her right nipple and waved her arm over her head.

"Ride 'em cowgirl!" she gasped.

George laughed under her. The young man shifted position, sitting up with Kim still firmly impaled on his cock. His mouth closed on her breast and his hands gripped her ass. She felt him shudder under her. Gripping lips tugged her nipple and strong fingers dug into her ass cheeks, holding her right down onto him. Kim cried out, making no effort to be quiet now as George flooded her pussy while her own juices flowed over his cock and between them. George fell back and Kim went willingly with him.

The tiny part of her mind that remained detached grinned as she heard a familiar answering yell from another sand dune. Pam was coming too. Good for her and good for Dennis. She snuggled down against George.

The morning sun found the two girls back in their room. It had got a little chilly during the night, too cool to stay on the beach without additional coverings. And as it turned out, the two boys had only time to make a flying visit. Both had summer jobs and had to get back. The foursome had fixed an early breakfast from the little bit of remaining food in the kitchen. Then Pam kissed Dennis and Kim kissed George and the two girls had stumbled upstairs and into their warm bed after they watched the guys drive away. Pam opened one eye well after day break as her friend stirred.

"Good morning, sleepy head."

Kim stretched like the little cat Pam often thought she was. "Good morning to you too."

"Did you have a good time last time?"

"Very good indeed." Pam looked thoughtful. "George really is a lovely guy." Before Pam could pursue that line of thought, the cheerleader grinned at her. "And Dennis? How is he and how were the two of you?"

"He's getting even better," confessed Pam. She giggled. "I think he's been practicing and not by himself. He certainly hasn't unlearned any of the things I taught him. He knows how to treat a woman properly. As does George I bet or you wouldn't be so interested in him."

"Who says I'm interested in him?" Kim attempted to act nonchalant. Since the dark-haired sweet Canadian girl was as transparent as clear glass, her act failed miserably.

'Oh, must just be my imagination I guess," replied Pam.

The two girls rolled out of bed. Kim grabbed a towel, peeked out the door and then headed for the shower, dressed only in the long t-shirt she slept in. Pam watched approvingly at the sight of her roommate's tight cheerleader butt peeking out from that t-shirt.

A smile tugged at the corners of the brunette's mouth. Maybe this wasn't the way she and Kim thought the night before would end, but it had been a lot of fun. And, she glanced at her roommate, who returned her look with twinkling eyes, there still was tonight for that midnight swim and a shared blanket in the sand dunes.

(To Be Concluded)



Roomies: Summer Breeze Ch. 05



"What's that out in the water?"

"Where?"

"Right out there," came the first voice.

"I don't see anything," chimed in a third person. This time the voice was female.

"Out THERE." The first voice was exasperated now. "Two dark objects."

"Yes, well, maybe," came yet another voice, this one also female and sounding quite dubious.

Normally these would have been a set of perfectly innocuous comments, certainly not ones that would make Pam MaGuire try to remain completely motionless except for the hand that grasped Kim McCall's outstretched one. The two girls both stopped breathing. After all, they both had the same thought. The nearly invisible persons seemed to be looking at THEM. 

Of course it was dark, well after sunset. And the group of unknown people probably couldn't see very well. But when you are two college coeds who happen to be skinny-dipping in the ocean and you realize that an unknown group of people may have just caught you, you tend to remain very, very still and hope those people will go away.

Even under the circumstances Pam had to smother a giggle. When the two of them had talked about this that morning, getting caught had been the last thing on their minds...

(Earlier that same day)

The two girls sat on the steps of the wooden stairway leading down to the beach. The unpainted wood was silvery from exposure to the elements. Pam picked idly at the wood while Kim hugged her knees up under her chin and stared out at the horizon.

Pam smiled and slipped a little closer to her roommate. She whispered in Kim's ear. "Thinking about George?"

The black-haired cheerleader jumped, and then laughed. "Maybe a little bit. But you can't tell me that you were sorry to see Dennis or that you didn't have a good time last night. Even if it wasn't exactly what we had planned." Pam smiled and nodded her agreement and Pam continued. "Mostly I was thinking more about how much fun this two weeks has been and how sorry I will be to see it end."

Pam agreed. It had been great. They had swam in the ocean and sunbathed, partied and made love both to each other and to new friends and old ones. They both sported dark tans, uninterrupted by much in the way of tan lines. Pam's brown hair was streaked with the sunlight while Kim's remained defiantly black. 

The house they had shared with eight other friends was half vacant now. Four of the other students had already left. Only David and his girlfriend Beth remained along with the two roommates. Pam was going to take Kim into the nearby city tomorrow so she could catch a flight to her home in Canada. After that the taller Southern girl would drive home other parent's place in Georgia.

Pam slid an arm around her shorter friend and hugged her. "Well, think of it this way. We have wonderful memories, it won't be that long till we meet again in the fall and," her green eyes twinkled, "We still have tonight."

Kim grinned at her friend and leaned against her. A hand dropped between them and Pam stiffened as fingertips danced up the inside of her thigh. "We do indeed," whispered the dark-haired cheerleader to her best friend.

The day slowly slipped away. The girls went over the house again, making sure it was sparkling clean. The next morning they would wash the bed lines and hang them out. Dave and Beth promised to make the beds before they dropped off the house key. 

Finally the night arrived. Pleading tiredness, David and Beth retired early to their bedroom. Pam and Kim relaxed in the small living room, reading and softly recalling the pleasant evenings the entire group had spent in here. Pam had already carefully packed the recording Kim had made of all the songs in the musical "Once Upon a Mattress", from the spring theatre production that Pam had stared in that the entire group had sung and danced to the first night they were in the house. 

Finally silvery light began to flood through the front windows and the girls grinned at each other. the moon was up. Slipping out the front door, they retrieved the blankets and towels previously stashed in the back seat of Pam's old Dodge Dart. They had their swim suits on under their shorts and tops, but Pam had already conceived an idea about those and had a wicked little grin on her face as the duo trotted down the steps they had sat on that morning.

Prior recon had led them to discover their present destination. A little crook of the shoreline had produced a hollow in the sand dunes. Just yards away from the high tide line, the snug hollow was out of the wind and protected from casual observation even during the day. The girls spreead the beach blanket they had brought and arranged the towels for their after swim drying off.

Kim pulled off her t-shirt and unfastened her jean shorts. She kicked them off, leaving her clad only in a blac bikini. The nearby rustling let her know her roommate was probably now in her equally skimpy red outfit. She turned and blinked.

Pam was out of her clothes. She was out of ALL her clothes. The moonlight shone on her tanned body, completely nude. White teeth gleamed as she grinned.

"What are you doing?" whispered Kim, even as Pam stepped up to her.

"We're alone," the taller girl said softly. Her hands slipped behind Kim's back and undid the ties she found there. "No one here on the beach but us." She pulled the black top down Kim's arms and tossed it onto her other clothing. "Come on, let's go skinny-dipping." The young athlete knelt and, as she had many times before with other bits of clothing, eased the tiny bottoms down her friend and lover's legs. Springing to her feet, Pam grabbed Kim's hand. "Come on!"

The two girls ran down to the water's edge. Foam swirled around their feet. Kim protested. "Its too cold!."

"As if that little outfit was going to keep you warm," Scoffed the other girl. She waded further into the water. "It will be fine once you get in."Suiting her words, Pam dove into the next breaker as it rolled towards the shore.

Kim set her teeth and waded out. As promised though, she found the water was warmer than the air temperature. Pam surfaced and rolled onto her back, swimming lazily parallel to the sand. Kim got her own wicked grin. With just her head showing, she waited till the other girl came by and pounced on her, ducking her into the salty sea water.

Pam came up sputtering. "You! You are going to pay for that!"

"You have to catch me," taunted Kim. She splashed through the water with her roommate in hot pursuit. Pam's longer legs carried her faster through the water. Kim headed away from the beach, wading into deeper water. Both girls laughed merrily.

Just when Pam was about to catch her friend, Kim suddenly looked shoreward and gasped. 

"Oh God."

"What?"

"Shhhhhh. Can't you hear?"

Pam strained her ears for a moment and then realized what Kim was whispering about. Voices floated along the beach, coming closer. The girls looked wildly around. Realizing that there was no time to dash back to the shore and certainly no place to hide behind in the water, they lowered themselves into the water until just their heads were above water. They bobbed lightly with the incoming waves and tried to stifle their breathing. 

A group of indistinct shapes approached. Both girls in the water stopped breathing when one slowed and turned towards them. The conversation started about what could be in the water. For what seemed like at least an hour, but probably wasn't more than 30 seconds, the two girls remained as quiet as possible. Then the voice taht had first brought the group's attention to the surf spoke.

"I guess it doesn't matter. Let's go." The shapes resummed their movement down the beach. Finally they passed around a curve of the shoreline and faded away. The two girls ran up the beach and into the dunes, finding their blanket and clothes intact. The moment they looked at each other and heaved a shared sigh of relief they were caught by a giggle fit.

The giggles turned into laughter. Soon the two young women were clutching each other, trying to calm down after their narrow escape. 

Slowly the laughter died away, but the coeds made no attempt to release each other. Instead, hands began to move, each girl exploring the other. There was no part of each other's bodies the two lovers were not familiar with, but the gentle touches still thrilled each other, much as they had the first night the pair had discovered their attraction.

Shifting positions, they knelt facing each other. Four hardening nipples brushed back and forth. Pam ran her fingers through wet black hair, cupping the face before her as her lips met Kim's. The other girl returned the kiss, mouth opening to admit the questing tongue. Her own hands ran up her roommate's sides and settled onto the small, athletic breasts.

Pam moaned deeply into her friend's mouth and dropped her right hand to Kim's flat stomach. Her fingers crept down over the swell of her friend's mound to cup the damp black curls. Now it was Kim's turn to match Pam's moans.

Tongues slid over and around each other in their now familiar dance. Kim rolled hard pink nipples and Pam curled a finger between the cheerleader's labia and dipped inside the wet pussy. The kisses became wilder. Each movement of Pam's finger triggered a tightening of Kim's fingers until she was pinching and pulling the runner's nipples. Both girls were already shaking. Then Kim's arms went around Pam and the duo tumbled sideways to the blanket and the soft sand under it.

The coeds rolled back and forth with Kim finally ending up on top of her brunette friend. Her mouth had replaced her fingers on Pam's right breast, her thigh thrust between the long legs that were spread under her. Pam's hands ran down the smooth back above her and settled on the tight butt, pulling the Canadian girl hard down on top of her. The two bodies strained together. Kim closed her teeth on Pam's nipple and tugged. The other girl gasped, her fingers digging into Kim's ass.

Kim bit on the hard nubbin, then suddenly released it and flung her smaller body up, once more locking her mouth to the other girl's. Pam wrapped her long runner's legs around Kim, bucking up with her hips as the black-haired girl ground almost savagely against her friend. The black triangle between one girl's legs rolled against the brown one of the other. Juices flowed, mingling one with the other. Unhooded clits dueled, scraping one to the other and sliding along open wet slits.

Pam arched, her fingers raking the smoothness of Kim's ass. Kim's cries were muffled by the wild kisses the two girls exchanged, their lips plucking and tongues darting. A flood of nectar coated the two young women, running into each other where they were mashed together and down firm thighs.

No words were exchanged when the shudders slowed. Instead, Kim rose on her hands and knees to straddle her roommate. She then turned her body and lowered herself back onto Pam. She began to lick her friend's inner thighs, lapping up the wetness there that tasted of them both.

The girl on the bottom responded immediately. Her tongue parted the swollen, dripping lips abover her, dragging back and forth in Kim's open slit. The scent was intoxicating, the mingling of their woman's juices combined with the heat of their bodies nearly made Pam's head swim. She plunged on, licking and curling her tongue inside her friend, savoring the wonderful taste of her lover combined with her own cum.

The second shared orgasm for the pair arrived nearly as fast as the first. The two girls were so familiar with each other, their moods, their bodies, the subtle signals that let the other one know that they were approaching the brink. Kim buried her face into Pam's pussy and drove her tongue down into her. Pam wrapped her arms around Kim's waist and pulled, using her own tongue as a spear to penetrate her roommate's body and hold it open. They drank from each other, as they had so many times before, and loved it this time just as much as they had the first.

They ended up back in each other's arms after the aftershocks faded, snuggling. arms and legs intertwined. Breathing slowed to near normal levels. Each could feel the other's heart calm down. They relaxed, content to hold each other until Kim shivered.

"The breeze is picking up."

"It is," agreed Pam, who sat up, untangling herself from her friend. Once more Kim enjoyed the moonlight shinning on the body beside her, a body that showed the dampness of exertion as well as the shared girl nectars. "Listen, you can hear it in the trees up by the shore road."

Kim sat up herself, reaching for discarded clothing. "Not that I don't love the sound of that, but I'm getting COLD."

Pam laughed deep in her throat. She sprang to her feet and lifted her arms, letting the silvery light dance over her for a long moment. Then she suddenly dropped to her hands and knees, searching for her own abandoned apparel. "Holy cow, it IS cold."

"I hate to go up to the house but I guess we're going to have to."

"Fear not, fair maiden," said Pam as she rummaged through the gear she had brought, meanwhile pulling her clothes on. Triumphantly she displayed another blanket, this one braod and thick. "I think if we get very, VERY close we can double this over us and be snug."

"Well," teased Kim. "I suupose I could get close to you. But you have to promise not to take advantage of me."

Pam hugged her roommate. "Its a deal."

Hurriedly the two girls scooped sand under the first blanket to make a pillow. They laid down together again, covering themselves with the second blanket. Kim nestled her head on Pam's shoulder.

"Better?"

"Much." Kim yawned, a signal that Pam matched almost immediately. "You're right, the wind in the trees sounds spooky, but also somehow very comforting. Especially now that its nice and warm here."

The sun peeked over the horizon the next morning, shinning across the water and the sand. Eventually it rose far enough to clear the dune hiding the two snuggled forms. Pam blinked, and then stretched. Kim sat up. Not for the first time did the brunette think how adorably bed-headed her friend and lover was first thing in the morning.

In contrast to last night, this morning air was still. The rustle of the trees by the road was replaced by the soft crashing on the waves on the incoming tide The girls wrapped the top blanket around as they sat up and watched the sun rise the rest of the way.

"This has been so lovely. I wish it wasn't ending." remarked Kim wistfully.

"I know." Pam wrapped an arm around her roommate's shoulders. Both were silent for a minute, then Pam continued. "Is it all slipping away from us Kim? These last two years have been wonderful."

Kim looked at the other girl. "Its not ending. We still have one more year of school ahead of us."

The girl athlete shook herself. "Of course we do. And it will be the best year ever for us both." She stood up and helped her friend to her feet. They gathered their stuff together and shared a kiss. "Now then, I need to get you to the airport in the city and then I need to start for home."

The two girls climbed the steps. Both lingered for just a moment. Then Pam started up the trail towards the house. Kim looked over the ocean one more time, then at her roommate, friend and lover.

"I wonder, will we ever see anything like this together again?" She shook her head as though to clear it and broke into a trot to catch up.

In fact although the two girls didn't know it, they would indeed be together on a beach again one day far in the future and a multitude of things would have changed.

(The End)

(Thanks as always to my dear friend, editor and mother of the bride, Marian, who somehow manages to find time to go over my stories. Since I never leave well enough alone, any and all mistakes are solely my responsibility.)