8 comments/ 45504 views/ 30 favorites "When did you start to shave?" By: leBonhomme This short story is not for readers who check to see if there is any "action" without having to scroll down. It is a first time for one of the girls, so it takes a while before each of them discovers that the other one is also just as eager to enjoy what two girls can do together. Of course, they are both at least eighteen years old. * * * "I am curious - if you don't mind? When did you start to shave? You know, down there." Chris blushed at the question of her college freshman roommate. She and Pat had only met a few days before. When they were undressing the first evening, she had suddenly remembered that her shaven pussy could surprise Pat. They weren't facing each other, so Pat couldn't see that she blushed as they were taking of their last clothing, but it would have been awkward for Chris to try to hide her bare pussy, since Pat seemed to assume that they would be as unconcerned about nudity as all the girls in high school had been after sports. Pat must have noticed, but to Chris's relief she hadn't said anything, and also didn't the following days, even though it was obvious that they were seeing each other naked. Chris thought they both had similar figures. Blond Pat's nipples were pink with larger areola than her own smaller, almost brown ones around her tight little nipples. Chris anticipated, however, that eventually Pat would ask something about her shaving, when they became better acquainted. She didn't want to call attention to it, but her dark pubic hair was growing, so finally Friday evening, when she was alone in their small bathroom, she shaved again. Had she anticipated that her freshly shaven pussy would elicit Pat's question: "When did you start to shave? You know, down there." Chris blushed, despite her knowing that one day she was going to have to explain. Pat's question was at least easy to answer: "This summer," she replied with a slightly wry expression. "Don't know anyone else who does; just had to ask." "That's all right; I knew you must have been wondering." "I sure have been!" Pat replied, looking like she was relieved that Chris hadn't been upset by her question. Chris was also relieved that Pat had finally asked and found herself wanting to say more: "Not all at once. I bought a new bikini in the spring, trying it on over underpants. You know the kind of cotton ones Mom used to buy for me." Pat nodded with a grin, enjoining: "Like my mom did, bigger than any bikini bottom." "Exactly! The first time I put on the bikini - luckily at home - I discovered that my hair showed at the top; had to quickly grab my razor and scrape it off. That was no problem, but then at the pool I saw woman with a few hairs curling out between her thighs. Shit! Mine could do that! I have a lot - before I shaved. You're lucky; not so much and just light tan; they wouldn't show like mine would." Pat nodded. Inadvertently her fingers passed over her pubic hair that was so sparse that Chris could recognize her slit - not for the first time. Softly, unthinkingly she murmured: "Couldn't have seen mine." She then blushed at the realization of what she she had said, that she had admitted that she had been looking at Pat's pussy. She tried to deflect from that: "Yeah, so at home I checked if my hairs down there could slip out. They could, so I trimmed them with my nail scissors." "They hadn't at the pool, I hope." "Not as much as I do!" "And then? You shaved them all off," Pat remarked. "Hmm? Yeah. My girlfriend's older sister had been to Europe and seen that some girls do." "They do, and she saw them?!" "In France, I think, somewhere were some people don't wear anything." "Bet she didn't tell their mom that she went there." "I doubt it, but she told her sister, . . . and, well, she didn't have the problem I had, but . . . well, she thought it was a good idea, so we both did." "Shave it all off?" Pat asked. "Um-hmm, thought it would be more difficult than it was, than it is." Pat smirked and replied: "I didn't ask that, but thanks for telling me." "You don't need to. I like that I do - not need to, but that I do it." Chris's hand unconsciously rubbed over her smooth mound. Pat smiled slightly and replied: "A couple of girls at school had too much, well, I thought so; didn't look girlish. Hm-hmm! Even though the rest of them did." Pat raised her hands under her breasts, gesturing that those girls had had bigger ones. They both chuckled, and Chris agreed: "Like a couple in my class, more there and sooner than the rest of us. Can't remember about their hair." They both smiled with shrugs. Pat used the bathroom, and they went to bed. That was the first night Chris ventured to start to masturbate in the darkened room with Pat. She thought Pat wouldn't notice, and she didn't seem to, but then Chris noticed suggestive noises from Pat's bed, making her wonder if she had heard her first and tacitly agreed that now they were intimate enough to do what they both had been wanting to do since they met. Chris thought so and let a soft moan escape, delighted when she heard one from Pat. A couple of more moans were exchanged. Then Chis was surprised to hear Pat murmur: "I'm glad that you want to, too." "Me too, that you do." "Uhmmm! And how! Almost a week without." "Me too. Enjoy!" "You too!" They both did with then open moans, exchanging encouraging sounding chuckles, when they heard the other's aroused moan. Then they were each too aroused by what their fingers were doing to be conscious of the noises of the other's pending orgasm. When they had had them, they both giggled uncontrollably and then agreed that they had never thought they would do that with each other, pleased and then sleeping soundly. In the early morning, Chris recalled what she and her girlfriend had done together, but that didn't diminish her delight about what she and Pat had done; it just suggested what else they might do together. Would Pat want to, she wondered, hoping that she would. When Pat woke up, she cheerfully remarked: "Oh that was good! I needed that, better than most times, knowing you were too." "It sure was, same way, with you too," Chris agreed grinning to herself as she silently thanked someone for making them roommates. They got up, chuckling and exchanging smirks as they both openly perused each other's body. When Pat's nipples popped out, she just smiled and rubbed them. Chris nodded, tempted to say something about them, but didn't. Alone in the bathroom, she wondered what she might have said: just that she liked them; even suggest that it was good that Pat had rubbed them before she did? If she did that - got to do that - she wouldn't want to just rub them; she knew that she would want to suck them like she had her girlfriend's. And that wasn't all they had done! Would Pat also want to? Had she done anything with another girl? At least, she hadn't been shocked that they both wanted to masturbate. How did she do it? Good, from the sounds of her moans, however she did it. Saturday morning they had lectures and went their separate ways, meeting for lunch. When Pat smirked slightly, Chris did, liking that Pat had and wondering if she had also been wondering about her experience, what she had said about her girlfriend, that they had both decided to shave their pussies. Could Pat have wondered about that, envisioned that they had helped each other the first time? Chris hoped so. If Pat decided she wanted to shave hers, she would be more than willing to help, hoping the intimacy would lead to more, like it had with her girlfriend. Suddenly, for the first time, it occurred to Chris that maybe that hadn't just happened, that her girlfriend could have been the one to want it to. Had her sister told her more than just about shaven pussies, something she had done in France, not just told her, shown her? That all went through her head while she and Pat were standing in line to be served. Chris gave her another little smirk and shrugged at all her own questions, Pat winked with a shrug. She couldn't know what Chris had been thinking, but to Chris it seemed like she could have been reading her thoughts. During lunch, they talked about their new courses and then about how to spend the afternoon. They agreed to look at the stands for extracurricular activities that older students had set up for freshmen. They found them interesting, especially the ones that didn't just hand out information and forms to register: the theater group in costumes and others that could display their activities. One stand was about the freshmen mixer that evening, reminding them that they had seen an announcement for it in college newspaper that had been distributed to the freshmen dorms. Of course, they wanted to go. After dinner, they worried about what to wear, but then found the announcement and the line: "Come as you are." They chuckled that someone had anticipated their question. After quick showers, they found something more attractive to wear. When Pat struggled a little to pull her polo shirt over her breasts, Chris joshed her, saying that she really want to put her best points forward. Pat excused herself, explaining that the shirt was a couple of years old. Chris's blouse was, however, just as form fitting. At the mixer, they were surprised that beer was being offered. It wasn't sold directly to freshmen. An older student stood in front of the bar and asked what they wanted to drink. When freshmen asked for a beer, he ordered it, collecting the money and paying, then handing them the beers. It wasn't the first time the girls had drunk beer, so they had one and joined the crowd and talked to girls they had met in their dorm, then with the boys who joined them. They had another beer, more chatting. There was music, and some girls began to dance, then some of the boys. Chris and Pat finished their beers and also danced, pleased that a couple of the boys they had been talking with then danced with them. They were upperclassmen and then offered them another beer, able to buy them themselves at the bar. After a few sips, they all returned to the dance floor with their beers. When the music got a little wilder, their dancing also did, flirtatious, sometimes hips moving suggestively. The girls grinned at each other and let the boys see them dancing with each other that way. When Pat raised her beer, almost toasting Chris, they both drank. That was when it occurred to Chris that the best part of the evening could still be ahead of them; not with the boys, of course, not before a few dates - at least three. They turned back and danced with the boys, showing no preferences. When the music stopped, they all drank and the boys said that they had liked the way the girls danced. They finished their beers and exchanged names and cellphone numbers, calling each other to get them in their lists of contacts. That was enough suggestion that they might meet again, and the girls walked back to their dorm, chatting about the evening and their impressions of the boys. When Chris said that she had been a little surprised at how they had danced together, Pat agreed with a sly smile. Back in their room, while they were undressing, Pat gave her another sly smile as they both were taking off their bras. Chris returned it and saw Pat's nice nipples pop out, disappointed that her little ones weren't so evident, although she felt that they were also erect. Had Pat still noticed? She hummed softly with a nod and circled hers with her fingers and murmured: "I'm going to again. Beer, the boys, the dancing; I want to." "Me too," Chris agreed and returned her hum - more like a soft moan - and added: "the dancing." Pat nodded with a sighing hum. Then they both had to hurry to use the toilet, Pat first, Christ crowding in, while Pat washed her pussy, the first time they had been together in the small bathroom. Pat's ass was right in front of Chris's face. Nice round ass, she almost stroked it, recalling having been like that with her girlfriend. When Pat was finished, she washed her pussy, surprised that Pat stayed in the bathroom with her, more surprised, when Pat murmured: "I'm so glad that we get along so well. I was worried, apprehensive. It didn't have to be this good, but - you know - well, this is this is even better." "It sure is. I was worried too. What if my new roommate had been completely upset that I shave it, some girl from a very conservative background?" "Don't want to think about what she would have thought of you. I don't; I like it," Pat replied. "That's good. I do too," Chris replied. She had been prolonging her washing and drying, not to interrupt their conversation. Pat's last words let her wonder if Pat just liked that that her pussy was shaved, or if she was implying that she liked her shaven pussy. She wiped it again with her towel; it had gone moist at that thought, and she felt her nipples tighten again. She turned and hung up her towel, surprised to see that Pat was holding her breast and that the fingers of her other hand were cupped around her pubic mound. Chris liked the way it swelled out between her thighs, wishing her own also looked like those in paintings and the pictures of classical statues she had seen. Hers did a little, better than those of some of her high school classmates. Her girlfriend's didn't as much as Pat's, but when it was shaven, it looked very attractive, better than the paintings or statues, her slit showing. Pat gave her a smirking grin and said: "You have a nice figure, nice bottom." "You do too," Chris replied, returning her grin and adding: "Almost wanted to touch yours, right there in front of my face." "Hm-hmm! Would have been funny, but I wouldn't have minded. Let's got to bed." They turned out the lights and did, both chuckling as their fingers found their pussies. For a minute or two, they were silent, except rustling of the covers on their hands. Chris was wondering if it would be different than the previous evening. She didn't have to moan yet, but did, hoping to hear one from Pat. It was more just a quizzical hum, and then Pat asked: "What do you think about?" Chris was thinking about what she and her girlfriend had done, envisioning that she and Pat would, but after a surprised "hmm?" she replied: "About a guy." "You did it with him?" "Yeah. Have you?" "With one. And you?" "Two." "Good?" "Not really, but, well, that's what most girls say." "Yeah, where I come from too." After a short pause, Chris suggested: "I hope it was better for you." "Better than with your two?" "I hope so." "Maybe it was then." "Want to tell?" "Want to hear?" "If you want to tell?" "If you then do, even it they weren't so good." "Okay. I don't think they were," Chris replied. She heard Pat's rubbing for a few moments, and then her response: "I think we were lucky. We'd been making out, his hand under my bra. Don't know what got into me, but I asked if we really wanted to do it. Oh, of course, it had sounded like everyone did senior year." "Like in my school," Chris enjoined. "Yeah. That was how it was. I guess he was surprised - oh, he was! People expect the guy to be more forward, and we were just good friends. Maybe that was good, better than thinking we were madly in love. We weren't." "Don't have to be to want to make out as much as one can." "Yeah, like that. Hm-hmm! And I guess I wanted it to be that much." "Nothing beyond that. And . . .? You did." "Yeah. Oh, it was easy. Kids tell about having to do it in the dark in a hurry, scared to be caught." "You didn't?" Chris asked, now more interested in Pat's story than in trying to have her orgasm. Pat paused for a moment, then continue: "Nope. It was easy. His parents both worked. I just had to say that I was going somewhere, and then we there, in his house. Oh, it was quite strange. We had talked about it more than just that once and admitted that it would be the first time . So there we were, agreed that we wanted to do it, but then by the light of day, just taking off our clothes ...?" Got to see more than I did," Chris suggested, adding: "We were in the dark. Hmm! Also about what we were doing." "We sure weren't in the dark, in his sunlit room. I think he was more embarrassed than I was, when we took off our clothes." "Doesn't sound romantic," Chris interjected. " "It wasn't; we had just agreed that we wanted to. He had held my boob, so seeing it wasn't any problem for me. Hm-hmm! I wanted him to." "Your nice boobs," Chris interjected again. "You think so too, like them? Chris nodded in the dark. Pat continued: "He did, but, of course, he was embarrassed that his dick - what do you call it?" "Cock." "That his cock was already aroused, not like it later was. Of course, he couldn't see that I was already." "Except for your nice, aroused nipples." "So there we were in his room, all naked. You want to hear all this?" "Yes! Arousing me, if you want to tell?" Chris replied. "So there we were, on his bed, and I held it. It just seem to fit in my hand so perfectly." Chris moaned and murmured: "I didn't; they just stuck it in." "He did too, but not before I made him cum. Gosh! It shot up all over him! I had to help him a little about what to do for me, but he didn't mind, and then he thought to suck my breast. Oh, that was good, our fingers and that too! His bigger fingers in me, and mine doing what else my pussy wanted. Oh, hope you don't mind my using that word!" "No!" Chris replied, her own fingers trying to emulate what his and Pat's had been doing, who then continued: "That was better than when we really did it. I couldn't tell him, of course. We did it a couple of times after that. The last time, I sat on him. Before, he had been on top. That was better, being able to move him in me. Mmmm! I wanted to rub like I am now - would have made it even better - but I didn't want to suggest that his dick wasn't all I needed." "Hmmm," Chris groaned, aroused both by what her fingers were doing and by Pat's story, who then asked: "And you? With two guy?" "Not nearly that good. We just did it; they just did it, in the dark, like I said, and just sticking it in, had to go home and do this." "Oh, sorry about that, but it sounds like what others have said." "Better than for some," Chris agreed, then took a deep breath. Could she say it? She took another deep breath and murmured: "It wasn't really better like this, until we shaved." "But then it was? That's good," Pat replied evenly, adding: "It was better for me - I could do it better - after being with him. Then I was sure that I was having orgasms. Mmmm! Hm-hmm! Before that, I only rubbed. Why didn't I put my fingers in? Guess I thought a virgin shouldn't do that, but then I wasn't one. Well, technically I wasn't one before; he didn't deflower me." "Nor the first boy, me," Chris agreed. "Oh, we were lucky! We talked about that afterwards, that it was probably better that we both just wanted to do it, that it was an experiment, not all messed up with thinking we were madly in love, that we were doing it maybe to stick together forever." "We didn't either, but it wasn't like that, unfortunately." Chris wanted to get back to suggesting that she and her girlfriend had done more, but Pat was moaning, obviously more interested in arousing herself. When Chris moaned, Pat murmured: "Yes, let's do it now." They did. This time they didn't giggle afterwards, just agreed that it had been good and that they liked that they had done it together. They said good night and fell asleep. "When did you start to shave?" When Chris woke up in the morning, she lay there thinking about what they had done, delighted, wondering if her shaving her pussy had started it all, silently thanking her girlfriend for that - not just that. Would Pat want to do that? She hadn't responded to her mentioning that it had been better after they shaved their pussies. Couldn't Pat envision how that had been, both naked doing that, envision that they had helped each other? They had the first time, taking turns shaving each other and giggling, their fingers on each other down there. Her girlfriend had shaved her first, and then her fingers had spread her pussy lips so that she could look between them. That she had done that had been arousing, before she had said that she thought Chris's pussy was attractive. Yes, she had used that word. Chris snorted softly, recalling that at the time she had just thought her friend meant that it was pretty - a pretty pussy? Had she chosen that word because she was attracted to it? Chris hummed softly; her friend had been attracted to it, and Chris had found hers attracting. "Awake?" Pat's question brought Chris back to the present. She left her thoughts about that and rolled over and nodded with a smile. Pat smiled back, then smirked and said: "This is so good - with you - and last night." "I think so too, and with you. Sure didn't expect it would be." "Me neither. . . . Uh, when I wake up early enough, I like to do it in the morning. Nothing better to do that early." "Hm-hmm! No, though I seldom wake up before the alarm goes off." "It's Sunday, no alarm." Chris was surprised that Pat was being so direct at suggesting they do it again. It sounded like Pat masturbated more often than she did. Or did Pat think that her shaven pussy suggested that she did it whenever she could - not quite - and Pat wanted to make it easy for her to? They had both admitted that they had been a little frustrated that they hadn't their first few nights together. Before Chris could think of a reply, Pat remarked: "I'm going to; no better way to start the day." Chris expected to see Pat's hands move under the covers, but saw her push herself back up against the headboard, half sitting, her breasts free of the covers - her nice breasts and pink nipples, that she had liked him to suck. She held one of her own, recalling how it had felt when her girlfriend had sucked it, then recalling how nice it had been to suck hers. She rolled on her back and also pushed herself back up on the headboard, leaving the covers behind. Pat looked over with a smile and murmured: "That's good; unfair just to do it by myself." "You thought I could just watch and not want to?" "Hmm! No, I couldn't have." They grinned at each other and saw the other's hand slid down under the covers. They chuckled and nodded, watching each other's hand explore the inside of her thighs, Chris liked that Pat also didn't immediately start to rub her pussy. They had all the time in the world, could enjoy working up to that. "No hurry," Pat murmured, confirming Chris's thought, as Pat added: "Not like sometimes before school." "Guess we both like it the same way," Chris agreed. Pat nodded with slight smile. Chris saw her hand move over her pussy, and her own cupped around hers. They both hummed softly, exchanging smiles. Then Chris saw Pat's other hand slide up from other the covers and hold her breast. It would be so nice to hold it for her, she thought, for a moment recalling holding her girlfriend's. She held her own breast. Pat nodded again. Chris thought she ought to volunteer something and snorted with a smile and asked: "When did we decide to sleep naked?" "Hm-hmm! Mom doesn't know, but I usually do." "I just leave off my bottom most of the time." "Like night before last." "You noticed? You did too." "Of course. Trying to be a nice girl the first nights." "Maybe to remind you not to put your hands in them?" "Hm-hmm! Something like that. Now we don't." They both nodded with smirks, and for a while they aroused themselves. Chris saw Pat's fingers squeezing her nipple. Her own fingers were doing about the same, but Pat's had more to play with, her hand then finding her other breast. "I wish I had three or four hands," Pat murmured. "At least three, better four," Chris agreed. Her words suddenly brought back recollections of how it had been with her girlfriend, their four hands everywhere they could be: hers both arousing her breasts, while she had both hers on and in her pussy; or the fingers of both girls arousing a pussy, their other hands - or one's mouth - arousing both breasts. "Three and a mouth," Pat suggested. "Even better." "Hmm? Didn't sound like those two boys did that." "They didn't," Chris replied, wondering if Pat would respond with a remark that let her tell more about her girlfriend. She had to wait a few moments, while they both aroused themselves, moaning and chuckling, then Pat murmured: "You missed something, something good." Chris's heart jumped. Now she could tell, and it now didn't seem that Pat would be too surprised: "Just with the boys - my girlfriend." "Oh! ... Oh, that's good. Hmm?! Guess I could have thought of that. Why not, after shaving your pussies." "Each other's, the first time." "Mmmm! Of course, like that! Why not?" "You don't mind?" Chris asked tentatively. "If we can do this together, and both agree that three or four hands would be better?" "Or a mouth," Chris suggested, delighted with Pat's response. "Especially with a mouth!" Pat replied, giving Chris a broad smile. Chris smiled back, unconsciously licking her lips, then delighted when Pat wagged her tongue and glanced down at the aroused nipple of her bare breast. Chris almost said: "not just there," recalling licking her friend's pussy. If Pat had already understood and accepted that she wanted to lick and suck her nipple, she must be willing to do the same for her. And Pat had told how good it had been with his fingers in her pussy while she was rubbing. Pat knew that someone else's fingers could move better in her pussy than her own could, like Chris and her girlfriend had discovered. "Especially!" Chris agreed, licking her lips vigorously. "Mmmm! Oh, this is going to be good!" Pat replied with a grin and kicked back her covers. Chris nodded with a hum, wondering if Pat was inviting her to join her, but she was looking down at what her fingers were doing between her thighs, so not yet, but openly letting Chris see her arousing herself was a step in that direction. Chris kicked back her own covers. Pat glanced over with an approving nod, and then they watched each other, saw that the other had to change hands on her pussy, that her other hand shifted between arousing one and the other of her nipples. Watching Pat Chris found very arousing, but she was a little frustrated by the thought that it could be even more arousing if they were helping each other. Next time! Despite that, her orgasm was the best one she had had since being with her girlfriend. Had it had been as wet as Pat's? Her fingers had been making such sloppy noises. Chris licked her fingers. She loved the taste of her aroused pussy, and she had loved the taste of her girlfriend's, about the same. Pat's must also taste that good. She chuckled, seeing that Pat was also licking her fingers, not just once, her fingers reaching down, finding more of her pussy juice and returning to her her mouth. Chris's fingers found a little more of her own and she licked them, then remarked: "You can't taste better than I do." "Hmm? Hm-hmm! I doubt it." Chris gathered up her courage and replied: "Or better than my girlfriend." "You tasted hers too? Only one way to find out, ... for me too. But not right now; have to go." Pat got up and held her pussy lips together, shrugging with an apologetic expression, and hurried to the bathroom. Chris followed her, thankful that her own urge wasn't so great, but it increased when she heard Pat's strong stream hissing in the toilet. Pat looked up at her with wry smile and said: "Don't think it tastes like that." "No. Don't wipe; I have to too." Pat plumped her hips on the toilet and stood up with a grin and stepped in the shower. Chris's hiss was just as strong. Pat grinned again and said: "Maybe we both fit in here." Chris raised her eyebrows, surprised, but smiled with a nod. It was going to be close for them both in the shower stall, but if Pat suggested it. It was, their shoulders touching and then their breasts, when Pat turned to her and murmured: "Close, but if we want to do that." Chris was delighted again, not just at feeling Pat's nipples touching her, and they had popped out, but more at her confirmation that they would do more together. It didn't matter what Pat considered to be more - anything! She and her girlfriend hadn't done this. Pat turned on the water. They both squealed at the first cold downpour. The soap dish was behind Pat, and Chris reached around her to get the soap, their bodies closer. They both chuckled softly, neither moving to lessen the contact. On the contrary, Pat suggested that it would easier if they washed each other. Chris had been thinking that she had been the one who had wanted more girl-girl activity, but now it seemed that Pat was. All the better, she thought, as she found the soap. Where was she going to start? On Pat's shoulders, but then Pat was offering her breasts to be washed. When Chris's soapy hands slid over them, she felt that her pussy wasn't just wet from the shower. Firm, full breasts. She didn't want to arouse their nipples, but they were, and her fingers couldn't resist rippling over them. Pat hummed and murmured: "Can't wait." Pat's hands had to squeeze up behind Chris's to hold her breasts. Chris thought her pussy would be dripping without the water from the shower - Pat's too? Her nipples were being squeezed between Pat's fingers. They were looking at each other with aroused expressions. Which of them licked her lips first? Chris didn't know, but it was Pat who asked: "Did you kiss - your girlfriend?" Chris could only nod, too aroused to reply. Pat wanted to kiss her! Her tongue licked between her lips again. Pat's hands slid around her sides, and Chris's soapy ones slid away between them around Pat's sides. Their breasts flattened against each others' as they embraced and their mouths found each other, not just their lips, their tongues too. Their hips pressed together. It wasn't water from the shower Chris knew she was feeling between her thighs; their bodies were too tight together for any to slip down between them. Somehow they separated and finished their shower, washing themselves. When Pat washed her pussy, Chris murmured: "Next time I want to." "And yours too." "Mmm, it needs it, will need it." "Mine too." Chris nodded with hum, wondering if Pat was anticipating everything she was. She had told her that she knew her girlfriend tasted good. Had Pat understood that she hadn't just licked her fingers? And Pat had correctly surmised that she and her girlfriend had kissed and then they also had - and like that. Didn't that suggest that they didn't just want to lick and suck each other's breasts? They got dressed and went to breakfast, then agreeing that they should do some reading for their courses. They managed to in their room, but not without a few glances at each other when they thought the other wouldn't notice, but a couple of times their eyes met. Chris's thighs pressed together when that happened. Once, when her eyes glanced over at Pat, she saw her thighs twitch together, although Pat's eyes were focused on her book. Chris squeezed hers together and almost held her breast when she felt her nipples tighten. She had to start back a couple of paragraphs in her reading, but her concentration on the text was gone. She could only wonder if Pat was also thinking about everything they had done and said before breakfast. How couldn't she be? Both of them lying naked in bed watching each other arouse their pussies and having orgasms, and then in the shower together - Pat's suggestion! She must have known what that could lead to, and it had: fondling each other's breasts and then kissing. The only other thing they could have done was wash each other's pussy. "Wash"? Just a euphemism for what she was thinking! Her thighs clamped together again. She turned the page of her book, but wasn't reading. She couldn't just tell Pat that she wanted to do more with her. Maybe Pat would say something when they went to lunch; her knees had also twitched. If Pat didn't, how could she bring up the subject? Shit! If one of them didn't, she wasn't going to be able to concentrate on her reading all afternoon, maybe, just maybe if reading Shakespeare for her English course was more distracting than what she wasn't reading at the moment. But if they got on the subject, what would happen, what would they do? She couldn't just tell Pat that she wanted to put her fingers in her pussy, certainly not that she wanted to lick it. Oh, right, they had already held each other's breasts and agreed that they both wished they had three or four hands when they were masturbating, or three hands and a mouth, and Pat had said how good it had been when he was sucking her nice nipples. They could start like that, but only if they somehow got on the subject and Pat wanted to. Of course, she wanted to; she had wanted them to shower together and then had wanted to kiss. If she had wanted that after all their talk, she must want to, but right after lunch? Maybe if they did, they could concentrate on their reading after that. She glanced at her watch. It was almost time for lunch. She raised her head and looked at Pat, hoping she would notice and also look up. She did, but not before Chris saw her knees twitch again. Chris said the first thing that came to mind: "Hard to concentrate on the reading." Pat nodded with a wry smile and replied: "You too?" Chris nodded with her own wry smile, pleased that Pat had understood her statement as a question and admitted that she also hadn't been able to concentrate on her book. Unconsciously she licked her lips. Pat smiled and licked hers, then murmured: "Yeah, like that; should have tried to read something more distracting." "What I was thinking - maybe after lunch." "It better be good and distracting," Pat replied with a chuckle, licking her lips again. "Not good enough, if you keep doing that." Pat licked her lips again with grin, then glanced at her watch and said: "Almost time for lunch. Got to go first." She put her book aside and stood up and went in the bathroom. Chris sighed in aroused relief; Pat had made the right inference from her first remark. She squeezed her thighs together, and then again from feeling that she also had to use the toilet. She waited for Pat to finish, then was a little surprised to see through the open door that Pat didn't just wipe, that she stood up and moistened her washcloth and wiped her pussy with it. Chris couldn't remember that Pat had done that before. Was she really anticipating that they might do something after lunch? If she licked her lips again, . . .? When Pat returned to the room, she did with another grin. Chris responded with a chuckling hum and also licked hers, feeling that her pussy was moist and not from her having to go. She did. Sitting on the toilet, she suddenly wondered if Pat had washed hers because it had also been moist, maybe before her own was. Could Pat have been thinking about it even more than she had been? She washed her pussy and returned to the room. Pat smiled without licking her lips and murmured: "Yeah, thought I had better wash it too, after what I was, ... after not being able to concentrate on my book." "You too?" Chris hoped her voice and sudden blush didn't reveal how aroused she was at hearing Pat almost say what she had been thinking had made her need to wash her pussy. If they kept making oblique references, she thought, she was going to have to wash her pussy again before they did anything - if they did - or maybe not. Why wash it, if it was already wet before they started to do whatever they did - if they did? She turned away to hid her flushed cheeks and missed seeing Pat lick her lips again. At lunch, however, she saw her lick them several times and licked her own. A couple of times they both made an excuse for doing it by saying that the food tasted so good. She also noticed that Pat's nipples popped out a couple of times. Chris hoped that Pat was also having to press her thighs together, thinking that if she didn't have to wash, she was certainly going to have to put on clean panties. On the way back to their dorm, it occurred to her that mentioning having to change panties would be a good way to bring up the subject again. She glanced over at Pat, who licked her lips again. Yes, she really need to change her panties. In their room, she was surprised that Pat locked the door. They never had locked it when they were in the room. When she looked at Pat with a quizzical expression, she licked her lips again and shrugged, then glancing at her bed. Chris's thighs clamped together. Pat really meant it! "I've got to go again - and change my panties," Chris said with an apologetic expression. She didn't wait to see Pat's expression and hurried in the bathroom, opening her slacks and pulling them and her panties down in one move. It was obvious that she didn't really have to go, just a weak dribble. She took off her slacks and panties while she sat there, realizing that she was going to have go back in the room half naked to get fresh panties. She hadn't thought of that before, but then Pat called: "Why change, just leave them off. I'm going to." Chris turned her head and looked through the door, surprised to see that Pat was taking off her jeans - not yet her panties. Chris thought she had better wash again after her dribble and did. When she turned back, Pat was standing in the door, now without her panties, and she was unbuttoning her blouse, smirking at her, then remarking: "Don't you want to? I do. Can't spend all afternoon not being able to concentrate." "Mmmm! I do, just wasn't sure you did." "Just said so, and like we talked this morning, you know." "Really?! Four hands?" "Or three and a mouth." Chris moaned with a nod and murmured: "I'm all wet again." "I am too, but I don't have to go." "I didn't either, just an excuse." "Now we don't need one," Pat replied and licked her lips again. Chris nodded with a grin, licking her lips, suddenly wondered how many times they both had. She stooped and grabbed her things, and they went back in the room. Pat's blouse was off before Chris had hers open, and then her bra was off, and she was flinging back the covers on her bed. As Chris was taking her bra off, Pat lay down, moving over to make space for her, then remarking: "Don't know how you and your girlfriend started, but I guess like this." "Hm-hmm! We started in the bathroom, shaving. She didn't want to just look at it, couldn't keep her fingers off it." "I couldn't have either, and she must have known where and how." "Of course, and I did too." They both chuckled, more giggled, as Chris lay down. Just a light nudge of Chris's knee let Pat understand that they overlap their thighs. Their arms went around each other. Chris chuckled and continued: "But, of course, after that we were like this. Gosh, it feels good to be in bed like this: warm bodies, naked skin." "Like with him," Chris agreed and rubbed her hand down Chris's back, holding their hips closer. "When did you start to shave?" They both opened their thighs and drew them up close to the other's pussy. Pat murmured: "I was hoping it would be like this, when I couldn't concentrate." "You were already imagining we would be lying like this?" "A little; weren't you?" "Hm-hmm! Hadn't gotten that far, too worried - wondering - if you wanted to." "After our shower? Of course. I wanted it then already, after our talking and hearing that you had with your friend. Kind of fair: I had it good with him and you with her." "And you wanted to with another girl?" "Didn't ever think about that before. Maybe I wouldn't have, if you hadn't told a little. I do now." Pat's hand slid back up and she rolled closer over Chris with her face over hers. They kissed, their tongues immediately finding each other, almost competing to be in the one's or the other's mouth. After a few moments, Pat was almost lying on top of Chris, who drew her thigh up against Pat's pussy. When Pat rocked her hips down and her thighs clutched Chris's between them, Chris remembered that her girlfriend had done the same and then that she had, when she was on top. It was so good, so familiar! Would Pat want to do everything they had? Could she feel that Pat's pussy on her thigh was wet, or did she just imagine that it must be, like her was now and had been, when her girlfriend's thigh had been between her legs like this? What were they going to do next? Fingers in a pussy, whose? She wanted to have hers in Pat's and then be able to taste her. But if Pat wanted to have hers in her pussy, arousing her, that would also be good. Which one first? Pat slid her hand back down to Chris's hip and retrieved her tongue and murmured: "I have to feel yours, feel another one. You have with your friend, can feel mine later." Pat had been having the same thought - and had a good explanation! Chris nodded with a long moan, letting her thighs flop open, one still between Pat's, as she slid off her, and her hand glided over Chris's hip bone and down between her thighs. God, it was going to be good! And she knew from their talk that Pat wouldn't object to her rubbing herself and that Pat would remember to suck her nipple. Since Pat's friend had done that, she would know how to do it as good as her girlfriend had. "Uhmmm!" Chris moaned, feeling Pat's fingers finding their way between her pussy lips, and then that one found her aroused opening. Of course, Pat knew what to do with her fingers, the same things they did in her own pussy. Chris moaned again, when one found its way into her, and Pat also moaned. Yes, it was almost as arousing to do that as it was to feel it being done. Chris moaned deeply again, almost a growl, and her hand slid down her stomach to rub. She heard Pat's soft "um-hmm" in agreement, but when was she going to suck one of her nipples? They wanted to be aroused more than they already were. Pat's head dropped down and her lips closed around her tight nipple. Chris moaned with a nod; it was being liked she remembered with her girlfriend. But she had had two fingers in her pussy, even better. Pat's one finger was doing the right things, but Chris wanted two in her. Could she tell Pat? She had to. "Two," she murmured. Of course, Pat understood! Another finger slipped in her now so wet pussy. She moaned again with a vigorous nod, and rubbed more vigorously. So much for enjoying a delightfully long buildup to her orgasm; she wanted it now, her pussy wanted it, squeezing those fingers, her hips beginning to twitch. Before she dared suggest "more, harder," Pat's finger did what she wanted them to. Oh, it was going to be so good! Her thighs were quivering. She came, her hips rising off the bed, as she whimpered and moaned, so much better than what she could do by herself. She held Pat's hand still, but her pussy was still clutching her fingers in her, as a couple of aftershocks of her orgasm moved her body. Pat raised her head, looking down at her with an aroused expression. Chris's hand left her pussy, and she rolled towards Pat, embracing her with her other hand, then rolling her back, lying half on her. She kissed her aggressively and then murmured: "Oh, that was so good! Thank you!" "It sure was!" "Thank you, because you did it, did everything I wanted." "And that I wanted to do." "Like I want to do for you." "Mmmm! You will; no one has to teach us how to please each other." "Kiss on that," Chris replied, and they did again. When she rolled back, they both sighed. Pat's hand reach over and held Chris's breast. Chris chuckled and took Pat's hand and licked her fingers. Pat giggled and said: "Oh, I forgot that; got to taste you too." Her hand went down and found some more of Chris's pussy juice. She smirked and licked her fingers, then smiled and said: "At least as good as me." "I'd better find out too." "Mmmm, you will; I think I go wetter than you did," Pat replied and rolled back, raising her thigh. Chris hummed as she rolled back towards Pat. Finally she could hold her breasts and fondle her so nice nipples and suck one, and the suggestion that Pat's pussy would be so wet made her want to forgo just finding out with her fingers. That would have to wait, however, she assuaged herself, wondering if Pat knew about that, wanted to herself. She certainly couldn't object to her licking her pussy; it was so good. She fondled one and then the other of Pat's breasts, delighting at arousing her stiff nipples and hearing her appreciative, chuckling moans. When she turned her head down and found her nipple with her mouth, sucking and licking, Pat moaned and held her head to it. Then she felt Pat's leg twitch under hers, and heard her murmur: "Wet already." Chris's hand left Pat's other breast and slid down to her pussy, nice pussy with its soft hair. She wasn't going to mind having her nose in it. Oooh, and her little nubbin was so firm already. She rubbed her fingers back and forth over it, and Pat moaned. She continued until Pat murmured: "I can do that." Chris recognized the suggestion that her fingers find Pat's opening. Yes, it was already wet, tight but so nice and slippery. Pat's thighs twitched, and she moaned again. Chris didn't wait for her to tell her she wanted two fingers in her. She loved the feeling of a pussy around her fingers: her own pussy, her girlfriend's, and now Pat's, and she knew how it felt for their pussies when fingers were moving in them. Pat's hand was down next to hers, rubbing. Her other hand moved Chris's head, reminding her not to neglect Pat's nipple. Her fingers and lips and tongue moved, as she thought to herself that there couldn't be anything nicer to do for a friend, especially one who had done the same for her. Had her pussy squeezed Pat's fingers as firmly as Pat's was hers? She was making it so arousing for her - and for herself. Her own thighs also twitched; her pussy wanting to feel what Pat's was enjoying. Next time, they both had to do it together, even if just with their fingers, but much better if Pat wanted to lick her pussy while she licked hers. But first this way, Chris consoled herself, sucking and nibbling on Pat's aroused nipple, while both their fingers did everything they could in and on her pussy. Pat lost control of her hips and moans, and then suddenly Chris's palm was all wet. That hadn't happened with her girlfriend or when she made herself orgasm! Pat was gasping and moaning. Her hand held Chris's still, and her raised thigh dropped down over them, clasping their hands between her thighs. They both moaned with sighs, Pat's more pronounced. Her pussy was still contracting on Chris's fingers. She was almost as aroused, delighted that she had helped make it so good for Pat. After a few moments, Pat murmured: "He didn't make me do that." "You said you would be wet. You certainly were." "But not like that! Hope you didn't mind." Chris shook her head with soft chuckle and extracted her wet hand and licked her palm and fingers, then said: "I think you taste better," after a moment remarking: "I love the taste of pussy." It had occurred to her to add that as an implication that she didn't mean just licking fingers. Pat relaxed with a sigh, extending her leg, then chuckled and replied: "I guess you do, your girlfriend's and mine, and yours too, of course, but I liked yours as much, ... and the taste of your lips." Pat rolled towards her and they kissed again. Then Chris replied: "I like yours too, but pussy tastes more." Would Pat understand her implication, she wondered, hoping. Pat rolled back, and they just lay there for a few moments. Then Pat murmured - looking up at the ceiling: "You did that too, ... tasting pussy?" Pat could only mean what Chris hoped she would. She was delighted, but she didn't want to show it, seem too exuberant. She nodded and replied: "If you mean what I think, we did." "Hmm? I guess so, that that was what I meant, doing it, tasting it that way." "The only other way." There was moment's pause before Pat responded: "And you liked it? ... Oh, of course you did, if you did." "We did," Chris confirmed. "Hmm? Well, I've heard about that. If you do, I guess it must be good." "We liked it, both ways, if you know what I mean." "'Both ways'. Of course, it must be good one way." "It is, the other other way too." "Hm-hmm! Of course, if you taste it." "Um-hmm, that way too," Chris murmured. She was delighted by Pat's uncritical responses, who suddenly chuckled and remarked: "And you want to do it? That's what you've been trying to tell me all along?" "You don't have to, but - I guess - that's right." Pat began to laugh. Chris had to too - release of all her nervous tension. Suddenly, Pat caught her breath and said: "Now I do have to go. Hm-hmm! You don't want to taste that." "Don't think so," Chris agreed with a chuckle. Pat was already clambering over her; she really had to go. Chris followed her to the bathroom. When Pat had sat down on the toilet, they looked at each, smirking, snorting with chuckles. Then Pat grinned and said: "Always wanted to see a pussy up close. Looked at my own with a mirror once." "Me too. They all aren't identical, at least hers and mine aren't." "Nor from the outside, from what little I could see under the showers, but they weren't shaved. Does that matter?" "That yours isn't? No. Hm-hmm! I was thinking before that I wouldn't mind having my nose in your soft hair." "You were?! I guess you really want to." "Um-hmm! All the time, at least since last night." "Hmmm, and when I first saw your bare pussy, I thought it looked sweet, just a slit like a young girl's. Then I was wondering if, when you would shave it again." Chris felt the soft stubble on her pussy and replied: "Glad I did, when I did." "Me too; let me ask about that." "I was just waiting for you too, a little apprehensively." "It all worked out." "Better than I imagined." "A whole lot better, and I wasn't imagining anything." Pat has wiped and flushed and was washing her pussy. Chris gave a questioning hum and asked: "Back to the books?" "You want to, want to try to concentrate after all this?" "No! Just wanted to ask." "Hm-hmm! Once did it twice with him one afternoon. Mmmm! Better the second time." "I couldn't concentrate anyway. We did too." "So much for the books then," Pat replied, hanging up her towel and giving Chris a grin. Snickering, they returned to the room. Before they lay down, Pat shrugged and asked: "Take turns again, or both at once?" "Hmm? Oh, if you are more curious, you can go first; or if you want me to, to know how it is, I can." "Can't we both, my curiosity and then, well - we have all afternoon." Chris nodded with a grin and dove down on Pat's bed with her feet on the pillow and raised her leg, exposing her pussy. Pat's nipples popped out, and she joined her, resting her head on Chris's other thigh. To her surprise, then Pat murmured: "May I," and touched the side of Chris's pussy lip. "Please, you wanted to look." Pat spread her pussy lips. Chris felt her breath between them as she exhaled with soft moan. "Yours too," Chris murmured. Pat raised her thigh, and Chris urged her to draw her other one up under her head. She had been right, Pat's pussy was a little different from that of her girlfriend, but it looked just as delectable. She hoped her also did for Pat, whose warm breath on it was feeling arousing. Chris moaned; she wanted to lick, but Pat was still just looking. Was she waiting for her to start, Chris asked herself: curious to look first, but wanting her to be first to lick? She held Pat's ass and drew her face to her pussy. Finally! It wasn't just the taste of a pussy that she loved, it was also having her tongue between soft, smooth pussy lips, playing with soft inner lips, and discovering Pat's little - not so little - nubbin with her tongue. Pat moaned, a long, pulsing moan, and then she was grasping Chris's hip, and her mouth was on her pussy. Chris nodded with moan; Pat was going to do it right, her tongue doing what her own was. Of course! She knew where another pussy wanted to be arouse, needed to be arouse, and her tongue didn't need anyone to tell it how to! Many minutes later, after having taken turns to pause and let the other one do more, they couldn't resist the arousal of their pending orgasms, wanting their own and to give each other hers. They had to clutch each other's twitching hips to keep their mouths on her pussy. Their thighs were quivering, and then they came, not quite simultaneously, first one's and then the other's thighs clasping together on the other's head. With long moans, they lay there recovering, then rolled apart. When Chris's hand found one of Pat's breasts, like it had with her girlfriend, Pat's hand found one of hers. They sighed, fondling a little, not each other's nipple, exchanging satisfied moans. Finally Chris murmured: "Thank you for letting me that." "Thank you! It was wonderful, and like you said, both ways." "Aren't we lucky." "Very. A nap?" "Good idea." Chris scrambled around on the bed and lay down with her back to Pat, reaching back to take her hand, drawing it up to her breast. Pat held with an "um-hmm" rolled closer behind her. After a moment, she squeezed Chris's breast and murmured: "I don't think this is the only time we're going sleep like this." "I hope not; it won't be," Chris agreed. It wasn't.