3 comments/ 54921 views/ 3 favorites Maggie's Touch By: TheleHun It was several weeks into the semester and Maggie was awoken by strange rustling and a quiet murmur. Opening her eyes Maggie peered across the few feet of the tiny, darkened dorm room to Rachel's bed. She could see what had taken her from her sleep. There Rachel had an athletic looking brunette buried deep between her thighs. Rachel ground her full sized hips into the stranger's face. Rachel's light skin was flushed, almost pink and glistened with sweat. She wasn't heavy but kept herself a comfortable shape, giving her what could only be described as a voluptuous body. Ragged, shallow breath came from her mouth as she mumbled incoherently. Her highlighted, wavy hair was tossed about as she dragged one hand through it. The other almost forcing the brunette into her. Rachel's eyes were closed as she bit her lower lip. The brunette's long hair cascaded over her face, hiding it and continued onto her shoulders revealing a long, curved, naked back; the exposed skin was tanned. Maggie couldn't help but notice the lack of tan lines. As the brunette worked herself harder and harder into Rachel, the brunette swayed her ass in the air as if dancing. Her left hand vigorously circling her own button while the other worked one of Rachel's large brown nipples to a hardened summit upon her C-cup breasts. Once up to a point the brunette would drag her long nails down Rachel's breast and across her stomach. Causing Rachel to inhale sharply and arch her body into the air. Maggie just laid there. Only moving her eyes across the bodies of the two women as they moved into each other. She didn't know what to do. She had never been offended by the act of two women connecting like this. But until this point it had only been something that acquaintances had done behind closed doors or seen in a magazine she stumbled across at her ex-boyfriend's. Now it was real and it was within arms reach. Maggie looked on Rachel with her breasts raising and falling. She was fixated on the brunette as she rocked her head between Rachel's legs. Sometimes fast and then slow. It could have been a minute or it could have been hours but Maggie watched on. Until she noticed a warmth coming from below her own waist. Without disturbing the covers she moved a hand down between her legs where she could feel the warm moisture that had soak the cotton paneling of her panties. Shocked, Maggie was lost in her thoughts more that the activities in front of her. She had boyfriends in high school and even one the first year of college and Maggie had always felt a strong connection with her physical sexuality. But that had been with a man. Embarrassed, Maggie could feel her skin go red even in the darkness of the room. Quickly she rolled onto her other side, putting her back to the scene. The movement stopped the couple's interaction. "I think your roomy is waking up." The brunette whispered in a panic. Her head up and turned. Rachel opened her eyes. Looking at Maggie's back "She jus' moved in her sleep. Keep going," annoyed at the break. Rachel grabbed the back of the brunette's head and pushed it back into her yearning flesh. Laying there in the dark Maggie could hear the shallow, staggered breathing of the couple. Quiet wimpering and soft licking beneath that. After what seems like an eternity of squeaking bed springs and lustful moans, the room's small window air conditioner kicked on. It's buzz drowning out the sound of flesh on flesh and began cooling the room which had now filled with body heat and the thick smell of sweat and cunt. As she lay there about to fall into sleep Maggie realized the scene in the tiny room shouldn't have come as such a shock. Several weeks earlier Maggie had moved into the dorm and was ready to start her second year of college. She met Rachel when Rachel moved in later in the afternoon. Late into the night the pair sat on their floor laughing and sharing who they were with one another into the late hours. Eventually Maggie asked Rachel if she had a boy toy. At this Rachel made a face as if she was thinking and stood up. She walked to the door and closed it gently. Turning from the door Maggie could see that Rachel was still pondering what to say. She stood there. Her highlight curled hair pulled back, Rachel stood about 5'10 and her pajama pants hung off her full hips. Even now as she seemed nervous she exuded a calm, superiority. "There's something you should probably know, Maggie. It's just that, well, I'm bisexual. And it's been a long time since I've been with man and really I don't know when I will again." Maggie sat there a bit shocked mouth open. Quickly "I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable and I won't pull any advances on you. But you should know incase you ever see me with Beth or anyone else." Rachel let out a short sigh. "If I make you uncomfortable, I can move to another room first thing in the morning." She stood there head down and wringing her hands. "No! No, don't be silly. You've been honest with me an' I can't hold something like that against you. Thank you for telling me." Maggie was up now and was holding Rachel's hands in her own. Maggie just just an inch or two shorter than Rachel. "Please don't worry. It's fine." Maggie took Rachel into a hug. Holding her she could feel Rachel sniff back tears a few times. "Thank you. I couldn't have asked for anyone nicer." And until that evening the issue hadn't really come back up and Maggie had felt completely indifferent to the idea of female coupling. But the next morning she woke up. Waking up the next morning something was nagging at Maggie's mind, but what is it. Looking up and toward the door she saw a short, athletic brunette backing out of the door. The brunette did a small wave goodbye in the direction of Rachel's bed. Just as she was closing the door she saw Maggie was awake and the brunette gave her a quick wink as the door closed. Maggie rolled over and saw Rachel looking back. Laying on her side, Rachel was covered in just a thin sheet. Obviously naked underneath, the outline of her nipples showed through the cloth. "Umm, so that's Beth. My girlfriend. Or at least the one I find myself with most often when I need that touch." Rachel wore a satisfied smile. "We didn't disturb you, did we?" Maggie wasn't sure if Rachel was making a joke or was she just in a good mood. After all the sun was shining through the windows and of course Rachel had just said goodbye to the type of well put together woman that most men could only hope to talk to. 'No." Rachel probable knew she was lying. "I'm going to get a shower. Be back in a few minutes." "Okay," Rachel said. "When you're done let's get breakfast. I'm starving." Rachel flopped onto her back, hands behind her head. With her eyes closed and a quiet smile like she was hiding a funny little secret she just laid there. Out of bed, Maggie gathered her towel and shower basket. She was about to walk down to the shower room when she stopped and turned to her roommate. "Rachel, I did wake up last night. And I watched for a minute. But it was just a minute and I wasn't trying to spy," Maggie quickly spoke. Sitting up, "Calm down. You didn't do anything wrong. Besides we should have been more considerate. Don't worry." "Well, it's just that I think you should know. And I don't know what this means. But I think I liked it. I think I want to try that too. I want you to help me feel that." Rachel narrowed her eyes at Maggie. "You don't know what you're saying. This isn't just a thing you can dabble in and then walk away untouched. People could find out and they will see you differently, you'll see yourself differently. So no Maggie I'm not going to fuck you, because you aren't ready. Even if you were, we live together and that could get messy. So go take your shower and then let's get breakfast." She smiled, "Okay?" In the shower stall Maggie pulled the vinyl curtain shut and undressed. As she washed, her mind just tried to comprehend what she had seen and more importantly said. Those words had come out without even realizing until it was too late. Washing herself under the warm water Maggie tried to figure out what to do about everything she had said and what to do about her feelings. Pointing her face into the hot spray from the shower head, water coursed over her as she began to scrub with a luffa. The hot steam filling the room cleansed the body and the mind. Under the humidity no justification was needed. Maggie wanted to taste something new and this was no forbidden fruit to be held only by the few. Maggie was seeking to find herself in this as well. She wanted to filled the void of her longings with a new color. Scrubbing across her breasts she only briefly noticed how sensitive her nipples felt, electric through her back. She sought a consensual lover but her hear and body demanded to feel that touch. A feminine caress between her thighs to stir a fire that may or may not be there. How warm had that shower room become in the past several minutes. If not for the water sweat would have been running down Maggie's face. Suddenly awareness struck. The heat wasn't from the shower water. It can from the fact her heart was racing. What was she doing? Wabbling, her knees nearly couldn't hold her steady. Leaning forward an arm braced against the cold tile wall as the water spattered against her neck and back. But her other hand, the one holding the luffa, seemed occupied. If she had the mind to stop it from it's activity. The hand was grinding into her mound and her hips were riding up onto the luffa. A lapping motion was being generated from her lower half. The luffa twisted into her trimmed batch of dark curly hair. Watching what her own actions, Maggie forgot completely any weight that was on her mind. Now her mind was only on even breathing, the warmth from her legs and to remain standing. Then came a sharp, shallow inhale and what followed may have taken seconds or hours. Time wasn't important. Maggie bit her lower lip. What had been lapping had turned into a violent crash of waves. Her eyes now closed as they couldn't focus anyway. Her grip flexed in the luffa as her hand circled hard. That was it. She had found that spot. Her right leg seemed to be tapping at a tempo near countless. More of her body leaned up against the tile. Her face, tits, and stomach plastered to the cold tiles. The water snaking down her hair and then back. Every trickle feeling like a line being painted down her body. Her hips were now bucking as her pubic mound beat on her wrist as the luffa dug into her slit; pushing closer to the burning pure light that seemed to be coming from there. Her back arched. The water filled her face. Her hand hit a rhythm licking across her site. Her toes curled up. From her mouth came two quick guttural moans. An energy passed through her and a blinding light shown on her face. Her body trembled as her gave a last desperate pump with her whole body. As she started to come back she let out only a soft whimper. Placing a hand on each side of the shower head the water ran down her. The door to the room quietly slid shut. Rachel, laying on her bed, didn't look up from her book. "I'm starving. Put on some fresh clothes and let's go eat up!" She stood, placing a marker in the pages as she finished reading. Not hearing the dresser or closet Rachel looked up. Maggie just looked back with large doe eyes wrapped in her large terry cloth bathrobe. She set down the clothes and basket from her hands. "Hey. They aren't serving breakfast all da..." She trailed off. Maggie undid the knot at the from of the robe and let it slide to the floor. Standing naked in front of Rachel, Maggie whispered "I need you, now." Maggie's Touch Ch. 02 The terry cloth bathrobe hit the dorm room floor. Maggie stood there naked. Silent. Rachel was reading a book on her bed when her roommate had come into the room from the showers. Now Maggie was standing there with wet hair and an almost lost look in her eye. "I want you," Maggie said. Rachel looked up from the page. Her face slack with disbelief. Then it changed to mild annoyance. "I'm not going to do it. You don't know what you want but whatever it may be it isn't from me." Rachel stood up and crossed the room to the door, about to walk past Maggie's naked form. "I'm going to step out for fifteen minutes when I come back we'll pretend you never saw me last night and I'll forget all about this." She stepped to the door. Maggie grabbed Rachel by the shoulders and pulled her close. She pressed herself onto the unsuspecting lips of her roommate... And stood there just holding her. Rachel's lips felt soft to Maggie. She gently drew her tongue across them. Finally she let go and stepped back. Rachel just stood there making no step to the door. "I need this. And I need you to do this," Maggie said. She pushed the curly, bleached hair out of the way and ran her tongue over Rachel's ear. Circling the ridges and pools. Wrapping her lips around the soft puffy lobes and pulling down on them. Rachel just stood there. Her breathing slightly shallower. Maggie began kissing up and down her neck. Maggie's hands started on Rachel's sides. Slowly each moved up as Maggie's lips advanced across Rachel, until each hand cradled a breast. Rachel just stood as Maggie got on her knees and slowly lifted Rachel's tight black shirt, revealing a soft, curved belly. Maggie kissed it. Running her tongue in circles, gently sucking the navel. Maggie worked the shirt higher. She worked herself higher as well. Massaging and kissing the entire way. She pulled the shirt over Rachel's black bra, kissing between her breasts and then leading herself up to the collar bone. Finally pulling the shirt over Rachel's head and off her arms, leaving her standing there. Rachel looked up into Maggie's doe-ful eyes. Reaching behind herself she undid the clasp on her bra, sliding it down one arm then dropping it to the floor. Her full, round breasts swayed against her chest with each breath. Rachel grabbed Maggie by the back of the neck and the other hand around her waist. Forcing her face onto Maggie's, her lips and tongue melded into the inexperienced girl's. Maggie cradled one of Rachel's breasts, her other hand grabbing her ass pulling the two in closer to each other. Maggie squeezed at Rachel's erect nipple gently. Rachel kissed her deeper. Putting the bundle of nerves between her thumb and finger she pinched and twisted. Rachel's legs went weak. She broke away to moan in pleasure. Her eyes fluttered. "You're being a bad, bad girl," Rachel said duskily, looking into her eyes. Rachel twisted Maggie's arm behind her. "Now get over there." Rachel shoved her roommate toward her small bed, stumbling. Maggie steadied herself against the bed, her back to Rachel when she felt Rachel step up behind her. Rachel ran her fingers lightly from the curve of Maggie's ass along her side, over the gentle, soft skin of her breasts, up between Maggie's shoulders. "Touch me," Maggie begged, looking over her shoulder. "I want to feel you, smell you, taste you." Rachel's clothed leg was placed between Maggie's spread legs. "Stop talking so much." Rachel grabbed Maggie's hair. Pulling her head back, she licked the girls face slowly then nibbled her ear. Maggie let out a soft whimper. She began to grind her aching pussy into Rachel's leg, drawing circles with her cunt. Rachel let go of Maggie's hair and placed her hand between the girl's shoulders and pushed her down to the unmade bed. Maggie, still standing, now had her ass presented to Rachel. "I have to admit I've toyed with the idea of taking you before." She ran a finger down Maggie's spine, slowly taking a nail over her asshole, and then just the tip of Rachel's finger ran between her lips until finding that swollen clit. Rachel placed fingers on each side of it and cupped her hand over the dripping, wet pussy and began massaging. Maggie shaking. Maggie let out a sigh. "Please..." "Not good enough for you?" Rachel removed her hand. Maggie tried to stretch, looking for that source of pleasure. Then with a sharp crack, Rachel slapped Maggie's ass. Maggie made a startled squeak. Rachel slapped Maggie's other cheek. She was only able to gasp. Where the hand had struck was now hot and stung. Then Rachel smacked Maggie's pussy and clit. The girl's knees buckled and she collapsed against the bed. "Get up there, bitch." Dazed, Maggie rolled onto the bed, lying on her back. Rachel undid the button on her jeans and slid them over her full hips, shaking them to the floor. She had on a pair of boyshorts. She hooked her fingers into the top of them, pulling them straight to the floor, revealing her full bush. Maggie had started rubbing her clit. Rachel got up onto the bed, Maggie kissing her, her mouth trailing down between Rachel's full breasts as Rachel mounted herself over Maggie. Maggie's fingers now moved furiously over her center. Rachel now towered above her. Maggie moaned as Rachel lowered herself onto the girl's face. Rachel ground her hips into Maggie. Maggie licked, flicking her tongue along Rachel's pussy, playing at her clit. Rachel moaned, sweat beading on her brow. Rachel circled the girl's mouth. She gasped as Maggie began fucking Rachel with her tongue. Maggie's own hand bringing her close, her hips bucking into her hand, her pussy dripping. Rachel squeezed her thighs against Maggie, riding her face. Rachel began drawing circles over her clit; her face contorting into what could have been pain, her breath now staccato. Every muscle was tight in Maggie's body. It was all she could do to keep licking at the fruity moistness of Rachel. Rachel spasmed, her eyes squeezed tight, she arched her back. Rachel let out a sharp moan at the ceiling as the orgasm rippled through her body. At this sound it was more than Maggie could take. Her legs clinched her hand in tight. She took in breath only in short gasps. Writhing under her lover Maggie bucked and spasmed her body shaking as she became aware of every sensation across her body. The feel of the sheets. The weight of Rachel on her. The warmth coming from between her legs and spreading over her body. Rachel fell next to Maggie, each girl having a smile of satisfaction as she fell asleep. Several hours later the room was warm with the afternoon sun. Maggie stirred and slowly blinked her eyes open. Rachel sleepy eyed looked back, tucked into the same small bed. "Hello," Maggie smiled. "Hello, yourself," Rachel grinned. "So what am I supposed to do with you now?"