When I was growing up, my best friend was a girl named Josee. We did everything together, up until the time that we started attending college, and were separated. My Dad insisted that I go to his alma mater, the University of Michigan, while Josee’s parents couldn’t afford to send her there, and our resulting break-up was heart-wrenching.
I haven’t seen the girl for three long years now, but I often think of her, and what might’ve been – maybe still could be. You see, I’ve always had an enormous crush on Josee, but I’ve always been too afraid to do anything about it. Number one, I didn’t want to ruin our wonderful friendship; and number two, my parents would’ve killed me if they ever suspected I might be lezzy – which I don’t think I am.
So, now, whenever I’m forced to help myself to some sexual satisfaction, I fantasize about Josee. I dream about what it would be like to have the courage to express my true feelings, and how I’d go about expressing them . . .
I finally hooked up with Josee at the college she was attending. After she gave me a tour of the campus, we headed back to her dorm room to get ready for dinner – my treat. Josee hadn’t changed any since I’d seen her last; she was still the same sleek, dark beauty she’d always been. Her breasts were high and firm – not too big, not too small – and her skin was smooth and pale, her delicate face framed by shoulder-length coal-black hair. She was shy and a little awkward, but she had a warm smile and look that said “still waters run deep”.
“So, what do you think, Marie? You going to transfer?” she asked, unlocking the door to her dorm room and letting me inside.
“Well, I don’t know,” I said, playing it coy. “What’s the after-class atmosphere like around here? You know, the party scene?”
She blushed, put her keys down on a small wooden desk, and then perched on the edge of one of the two beds in the tiny room. “I thought you said you were finally going to get serious about your studies?”
I sat on the other bed, facing her. I studied her dark eyes, her full, red lips. She had a pair of faded blue jeans on and a white T-shirt, and I could smell the sweet body spray that she was wearing. “Oh, I intend to get serious,” I told her.
There followed a long and awkward silence during which I stared openly at her, at her face and body, the burning lust in my eyes sending out flaming tendrils that desperately sought to spark her own desire. An easy-going, big-breasted blonde like myself had no trouble attracting the guys, but it was girl-love I was after now – with my best girl.
I shifted positions, sat down next to her, and placed my left hand on her leg, up around her thigh. Upon contact with her hot, hard body, my nipples instantly grew erect under my thin halter top, and my pussy was consumed with so much heat and moisture that I thought I’d soak my cut-off jeans. “You must get lonely without me around?” I whispered, my voice breaking. I blatantly squeezed her leg, then let my hand drift higher, up around her hip.
She turned beet-red. She glanced at my hand, swallowed hard, and croaked, “It’s, uh, not so bad. I . . . have a roommate. She’s supposed to be –”
I halted her foolish prattle by moving my bold hand over the top of her crotch. I began rubbing her there, softly yet urgently rubbing her. I’d waited so long, masturbated so many times to the mental image of her and I ravaging each other with the pent-up fury of secret lovers, and I was determined to make up for lost time.
I said, “Your roommate doesn’t do this, I bet,” breathing into her innocent face, reaching out with my right hand and touching her neck with my fingers. I caressed the delicate, ivory skin on the side of her throat, then my fingers wandered across her shoulder, down her back, and up and under her T-shirt. I kept rubbing her pussy through the thin fabric of her jeans, as I pulled her shirt out of her pants and slid my hand underneath and began stroking her bare skin.
“Marie, I’m . . . not sure . . .”
Her words caught in her throat when I popped open her bra and bent closer to kiss her on the cheek. I pressed home my advantage by pushing her down onto the bed, until she was flat on her back and I was on top of her. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” I murmured, grasping her shoulders and kissing her gently on her soft, soft lips.
“Oh,” she exclaimed, startled by my overpowering craving for her.
I peeled off my top, exposing my large, heavy breasts to her wonder-struck eyes. My nipples are thick and long – chocolate-brown compared to the rest of my sun-burnished upper body. I kissed her again, but this time I lingered. I pressed my lips hard against hers, covered her mouth with mine, began to consume her. My tongue darted out and painted her pouty lips with hot saliva.
She mumbled something about slowing down, but I swallowed her protests. I attacked her mouth, ploughing my tongue up against her teeth, forcing my way inside. I hungrily explored the soft, moist interior of her mouth, swirling my tongue around, trying to engage her own tongue, my damp hands gripping the sides of her head, my fingers buried in the shimmering black curtain of her hair. I devoured her sweet goodness, kissing hard and long and openly, waiting impatiently, desperately for her to respond, until, finally, I felt her hands cover my bare breasts! She gently caressed and squeezed my big tits. My body flooded with pure, blinding joy and my head spun.
I gazed into her half-frightened, half-lusty eyes. “I’m going to make love to you, Josee,” I said.
“Please,” she murmured.
I kissed her, and this time my yearning tongue was met by her tongue. We slapped our tongues against one another, and I moaned into her open mouth when she pulled on my rock-hard nipples. My body tingled with the sensual sensation of her eager, shaking hands. Her tongue snaked out and I caught it between my teeth. I sucked on her tongue, sucked up and down its slippery length as if it was a hardened cock. Then I kissed her neck, licked her neck, bit her neck, kissed and licked behind her delicate ears.
Her super-heated body fired my raging desire into an inferno. “Take off your clothes,” I moaned into her ear, then swirled my thick tongue around the inside of it.
“Yes,” she anxiously agreed. “Yes.”
I released my sexual convert, and she scrambled up off the bed and tore off her T-shirt and pulled down her jeans. She fumbled her shoes away and stepped out of her jeans and stood in front of me, naked except for her girlish, white, cotton panties. Her overwrought body trembled as my eyes drank in her sculptured, porcelain beauty. Her breasts were beautifully shaped, milky globes peaked by inch-long, impossibly pink nipples. Her stomach was flat and hard, her waist narrow, her hips round and firm.
She smiled nervously and reached for her panties, but my hands shot out and stopped her. “Let me,” I said, licking my swollen lips. I stood and slowly stripped off my shoes and shorts and panties. Her eyes flashed fire as she beheld my nude, over-ripe body. I cupped my huge, bronze breasts and spread my legs, and she stared in awe at my shaved, glistening pussy. My pink folds were wet and raw with want.
“Fuck me, Marie!” she hissed, unable to control herself any longer.
I knelt down in front of her, as Roman she-warriors once knelt down before the goddess Venus, and I groped the full roundness of her firm buttocks. I squeezed her taut arse cheeks, fondling their splendid shape with my worshipping hands. Then I grasped the sides of her panties and tugged them down, left them puddled at her feet. She lifted her long, slender legs and stepped out of the discarded undergarment, and I gazed hungrily at her slickened slit. She, too, was shaved for maximum pleasure, except for a small tuft of soft, black fur that crowned her juicy pussy.
I lashed out my tongue and slashed at her cunny. She shuddered with the impact. I teased her pussy with my tongue, then lifted her right leg off the floor and placed her foot on the bed. Now I had unrestricted access to her gaping, glistening cunt. I lapped at her moistened folds ferociously, forced my pointed tongue into and through her plump, pink pussy lips. I spread her wider with my fingers and buried my tongue inside her twat, joyously tasting her hot love-juices for the very first time. I slammed my tongue in and out of her, fucking her with my slimy pleasure tool like it was a swollen cock.
“Yes!” she cried, frantically squeezing and kneading her pert tits, viciously pulling and rolling her engorged nipples, her tawny body quivering with the sexual Shockwaves that my talented tongue was generating within her molten pussy.
I lapped at her cunny like a kitten laps at a saucer of warm milk, revelling in the taste of her. Then I ploughed two fingers into her steaming lovebox and began fervently finger-fucking her as I teased her clit with my tongue. My fingers flew in and out of her tight pussy, driving her wild, driving me wild.
“I’m going to come, Marie!” she screamed. Her face was contorted into a grim mask of barely contained ecstasy, and tears of lust trailed down her flaming cheeks and into her open mouth. She let go of her titties and grabbed my head, tore at my hair, desperately clinging to me as her body was inundated with red-hot passion.
I pulled my fingers out of her soaking wet pussy, carefully licked off her juices, and then spread her wide and sucked hard on her clit. I was anxious to have my greedy mouth flooded by her impending orgasm.
“Fuck, yes!” she yelled out, oblivious to the other residents of the thin-walled dorm. Her slim body was jolted by orgasm. Muscles contracted up and down her exquisite torso, and she spasmed over and over, her tits jouncing up and down as she was torn asunder by white-hot ecstasy that centered on her pussy and my mouth.
I frenziedly sucked on her clit, and was quickly drenched with the liquid fruits of my labour of love – an orgasmic release of a tidal wave of fiery girl juice. She came on my face, in my mouth, her hips bucking, her butt cheeks shuddering, her mouth opening and closing with silent screams of total abandon. I drank in as much of her womanly goodness as I could. I swallowed and swallowed her come as she was devastated by multiple orgasms.
“Jesus!” she finally gasped, her tits trembling with the aftershocks of volcanic release, her body sheathed in dewy perspiration.
I licked up and down her pussy, slurping up the last few drops of her tangy come, and then nipped at her clit in a parting salute. I looked up at her and grinned, my lips and chin shiny with her honey. “Now it’s my turn,” I said.
“Sure,” she agreed, sounding exhausted. “Why don’t –”
We were suddenly interrupted by the door popping open. We whipped our heads around and stared at the intruder, a young woman. If she was surprised by the spectacular sight of two naked, nubile girls, one kneeling at the drenched pussy of the other, she didn’t show it.
“Hi, Taylor,” Josee said easily.
I glanced at her in surprise, at the mischievous smile playing across her puffy lips.
“Hi, Josee,” the girl called Taylor replied, closing the door securely behind her. “Looks like your plan worked, after all.”
Josee shrugged her shoulders, smoothed my hair down. “Well, actually, it turned out that Marie had a plan of her own. I just sorta played along.”
Taylor advanced into the room as I scrambled to my feet. “Nice to meet you, Marie,” she said. “I’m Josee’s roommate. She’s told me a lot about you.” She reached out and shook my hand, which seemed a strange thing to do to a naked woman, but she topped that by kissing her roommate squarely on the lips. They frenched each other familiarly as I gaped in amazement. My shy, innocent Josee obviously wasn’t nearly as shy nor innocent as she had led me to believe.
“Are you and Josee . . . lovers?” I asked Taylor in disbelief, when the two girls had finally ceased their tongue-wrestling.
“Every chance we get,” the young woman replied, laughing. “Right, Jo?”
Josee nodded. “But we’ve never had a threesome before. You up for it, Marie?”
“Oh, I think she’s up for it, all right,” Taylor replied for me, reaching out to fondle my swollen nipples – the exclamation points on my mounting excitement.
I looked at Josee, and she grinned back at me and fingered her pussy. “Uh, I-I . . .” I stuttered, then gave up as my body was suffused with the erotic heat of Taylor’s tit-groping. She really knew her way around a girl’s mams.
“Mmm,” I moaned, as Taylor squeezed my big tits together and rolled my nipples. I regarded her through lowered eyelids and saw that she was built along the same lines that I was – big and curvaceous. She had long, wavy, auburn hair, and her large eyes were warm and brown, her chest huge and heaving. She was barely wearing a red tube-top and black spandex pants. I closed my eyes for a moment, basking in the warm feel of her hands on my tits, and then, when I reopened my eyes, Taylor was wearing nothing at all. And now Josee was the one fondling my tits, firing my pussy.
“Now, how shall we do this?” Taylor pondered, bouncing a finger on her puckered lips. “Oh, I know. Josee can eat out Marie’s pussy, while Marie gives me a little of what she gave Josee. Sound fair?”
We both nodded. When the positioning had been hastily completed, the erotic entanglement left me lying on my back on one of the beds, Josee’s head between my legs, with Taylor balanced just above me, facing the wall, her knees on either side of my face. I quickly grabbed onto Taylor’s plump, round buttocks and pulled her soaking snatch down into my mouth.
“Yeah,” she moaned. “Do me like you did Josee.”
I lapped at Taylor’s cunny and massaged her beautiful behind. She tasted as good as Josee, and I couldn’t get enough. Meanwhile, Josee was driving me wild by licking my pussy with the polished, frenetic skill of the dedicated muff-diver. I moaned into Taylor’s cunt and the girl’s body quivered with the vibrations of my voice.
Josee reached up and played with my titties while she kindled my cunt-fire with her tongue. She squeezed my breasts and sucked on my clit, making me dizzy with her sexual skills, and it was all I could do to keep on tongue-lashing Taylor’s luscious snatch. I licked up and down her pussy, over and over, then around and into her arse. She jumped when my wet, probing tongue explored her tiny bunghole.
“What a fantastic sight,” Josee said, momentarily raising her head from my shiny womanhood to gaze at the sexy scenario of her pretty roommate climbing the wall as I furiously lapped at her pussy and arse.
“Fuck almighty, I’m coming!” Taylor cried out, cutting short the time for introspection.
Josee dipped her talented tongue back into my pussy and redoubled her efforts, trying to bring me off in sync to Taylor’s mounting orgasm. I clenched Taylor’s butt and drove my tongue deep into the quaking girl’s cunny. Josee was sucking hard on my clit, and my head started to spin as my senses were overwhelmed with the smell and taste of Taylor’s molten womanhood, and the sensuous sensation of Josee’s cunt-licking.
“Here I come!” Taylor shrieked.
Her butt cheeks jumped around in my hands as her perfect body was wracked by a tongue-inspired orgasm. I frantically clung to her pussy with my mouth, drinking down her liquid ecstasy as she came over and over again. Then, before Taylor had ceased her gyrations of joy, my own body blazed with fire and my mind was sent reeling. Josee’s cuntwork had pushed me over the edge. I shut my eyes and clung to Taylor’s bucking rump as the tingling in my pussy exploded into electric shocks that jolted my body like I’d been plugged into a wall socket. My pussy erupted and I drenched Josee’s sweet face with my lovejuices.
“Yeah!” I screamed, shattered by thundering orgasms that detonated inside of me and wasted my body and mind. I gasped for air, found only pussy, and my ecstasy was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
Taylor dropped down onto my stomach and covered my gaping mouth with her own, swallowing my cries of pleasure, as Josee continued to relentlessly tongue-fuck me and polish my clit with her thumb. I thought I was headed for blackout when a final orgasm, the most powerful yet, tore through my body and into Taylor’s sucking mouth. Then I lay shaken and dazed in the afterglow of total fulfillment, my body dappled with sweat, my soul obliterated.
Josee crawled up behind Taylor, encircled the babe’s tits with her arms, and the two girlfriends shared my come with each other, swapping it back and forth with their tongues. I watched through a thick, warm haze, my body languid, my brain struggling to regain a foothold on reality.
“Do you think Marie’s going to transfer, now?” Josee asked Taylor, as the devious scamp felt up Taylor’s big tits and pointed nipples.
They looked at me.
“I don’t know,” Taylor replied. “I think she still needs some more convincing.”
I smiled weakly, willing to learn all I could.
. . . That’s just one of my fantasies involving Josee. I’ve got lots more, which I dream up as needed. And with study break approaching, I’m thinking that maybe it’s time for a road trip – to a friendly campus where I can hopefully put some of the lessons I’ve learned in my head to good, practical use.