"Oh Michelle, you should have seen him squirm," Leslie snickered. "I had him in the palm of my hand....literally."
That's Leslie for you. Blonde hair cut at shoulder length. Big blue eyes. Beautiful. And an impossible tease. Back in her dorm room from her date, animatedly telling her best friend since middle-school and current college dorm-mate about her latest escapades.
"We were macking big time," she continued. " I think I gave him hickies all over his neck."
Macking. That was Leslie's term for making out. And she was queen of making out. She liked it better than most anything else.
"He had his hands up my sweater, pawing at my titties. And I had his pants open and was rolling his balls around in my hand. He would give the most adorable little whimper every ten seconds."
A rosy glow had developed over Leslie's cheeks as she talked. Her eyes flashed as she pantomimed what she was doing to him with her hands. She could almost imagine molding Ryan's balls to her will.
"Oh Leslie I love you. Please, you don't know how hard this is for me," she mimicked.
"Oh but I do, I can feel how hard you are. You're like a rock. A big hard rock." Leslie said.
And then he tried to get a little too fresh with his hands so I gave him a little squeeze to let him know who was in charge.
"Oh I need you," Ryan pleaded.
"I need you too," Leslie replied.... "but it's a sin."
"We could get married." Ryan volunteered helplessly.
"You know Ryan," Leslie said. "But, my parents won't let me until after I graduate."
"But I need too," Ryan begged. "It hurts. I can't even walk."
"You are just like all the other guys. All you want is one thing." Leslie took her hand from his pants and pulled away. His eyes grew wide with alarm.
"No it isn't like that. I love you." Ryan said.
"You have probably been doing it haven't you?" Leslie asked. "Looking at other girls in some magazine I bet. Wanking off. You disgust me."
"I haven't. I swear."
"I think it's over between us. I don't think you value our relationship." Leslie turned her back to him.
"No. I promise. I haven't done anything. Please don't leave."
"I don't know why you are complaining so much. You know the bible says to wait until we are married. You know that if we do it, it's a sin." Leslie loved watching him squirm through that one. It was pay back for having to go to bible study for her first three dates with the little bible thumper.
"I know ... but."
"And it isn't like we don't have other things we can do." Leslie moved close to him and kissed him and gave the head of his hard little thing a friendly squeeze. Then she reached underneath her skirt and took off her panties. They were soaked. And the smelled with the odor of her musk. "I loved what you did to me the night before last." Leslie purred, her voice deep and husky. "You know - when you kissed me down there."
"I-I did too," Ryan stammered. "But maybe this time you could -- kiss me too."
Leslie kissed him hard, almost forcing herself on him. "I love kissing you baby. We can kiss anytime you like."
Ryan broke away. "No....I mean.....kiss me down there." He was almost too shy to say it, but his needs outweighed his shyness.
"Disgusting. You ARE just like all the other guys. You just want to screw and spew."
"But it isn't fair." he said.
"What isn't fair?" Leslie dangled her wet panties next to his nose. "You don't have any idea how hard this is for me. Can't you smell know how much I want to feel you inside me?"
"No."
"Then come closer," she said, pushing him down on this knees, between her wantonly spread thighs. "Closer."
And then he was almost upon her.
"Now, can you smell how much I want you?"
"Yes." And Ryan kissed kissed her. Kissed her on her other lips. The ones down there.
"I want you so fucking bad, and yet I have to settle for this," Leslie moaned. "Instead of your hard dick, I have to settle for your soft mouth. Your hot little tongue. Kissing me. Licking me. Oh fuck. Sucking me."
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"Oh, but Michelle, I wasn't really settling. Oh no. Those kisses, you know the kind," Leslie leered at me conspiratorially.
I smiled in answer, but I didn't know anything of those sort of kisses. I had imagined and read my share of romance novels, but never had the actual experience.
"Those were my favorite kind of kisses," Leslie said. "But I didn't want him to know that - if he knew how much I liked them, he might expect more in return."
"And I could tell I wouldn't be long. All that macking had me hot as a firecracker on the Fourth of July." Leslie continued her tale. "And though I love bible study boys because they are so easy to wrap around my fingers - the problem is - they don't know how to do a girl properly. They are so timid. Their tongues lack a certain level of sophistication that other guys have. A girl has to almost pull them on in there and almost do it herself - and what fun is that?"
Leslie didn't wait for an answer. With flushed cheeks and rapid breath, she continued. "And just when I was almost there - just as I was getting set for a big ol' toe curler - the kissing and the licking and the sucking that was feeling so good, starts getting more and more lazy. It starts to peeter out to nothing. I'm having to hold him by the ears and do all the work myself. And then Michelle, there's worse. Oh yes. Do you know what he does - do you know what the little asshole prick does Michelle?"
"What?" Michelle asked eagerly so enthralled in the story. This was better than any romance she had ever read. There weren't stories like this in Cosmo either. It was positively wicked.
"I hear this grunting sound. Like an ape. 'Oh-oh-oh' and all of a sudden I feel this wet slimy feeling on my leg. The worthless little shit was jerking off and spewed all over me and my new pumps. I mean, I know how guys are Michelle, but they have always had the decency to do their business on their own and certainly not on me. Well, I cussed the prick out and stormed out of there pronto."
"God what a useless little shit. And look, Michelle" Leslie lifted her skirt showing her roommate her damp blonde muff and pink lips. Lips that were swollen and glistening with moisture. "I left my brand new panties. The little perv is probably sniffing them right now and jerking off again. Well, it's just as well, the night air helped cool me off."
"And it worked for awhile, but talking about it has me all stirred up again." Leslie flapped the hem of her pleated mini skirt to cool off. "I hate this feeling. God, it's horrible." Leslie pushed her legs tightly together and released them several times to relieve the sensation. "And frustrating."
Michelle was busy thinking about the poor guy her dorm-mate was with . She couldn't help but wonder how long it had been for him. To endure the same frustration Leslie was now feeling for only a few minutes, but feeling it day after day, over and over again. She knew her friend was a tease. She had always had the reputation. But now she began to suspect Leslie was a sadist too. Too expect him to make out with her and then to please her with his mouth...without any mutual pleasure. Worse, not even to be able to masturbate himself. God Lord!
"How do you think your boyfriend felt?" Michelle asked, hoping to make her friend learn to be a more empathetic person.
"Oh Michelle, I don't care how he felt." Leslie said with no compunction. "I care how I feel. And right now, I feel boiling hot. Besides, if he really cared for me...I mean truly cared. He would put my needs before his own."
"Do you know what I need Michelle? I need a new boyfriend. One who can kiss me the way I like to be kissed."
Michelle was all but forgotten by her best friend. Leslie was moving her finger up and down her wet slit. She was masturbating. Her needs had made her oblivious to her audience.
Leslie couldn't help but look. Couldn't help but respond in fashion. Couldn't stop her nipples from growing hard watching her best friend's exhibitionism. Couldn't refrain from growing wet and tingly, but she dared not be as bold as Leslie. She crossed her legs and uncrossed them, suddenly unable to keep still. She knew she shouldn't be getting turned on watching her friend, yet it was happening anyway.
"But this time I want a boy I can keep my eyes on. But how?" And then Leslie caught Michelle's gaze. Both girl's eyes widened in shocked realization. Then Leslie's narrowed. Her mouth widened in a crocodile smile. Blue eyes flashed.
Michelle could feel Leslie's sharp gaze, looking at her as if recognizing her for the first time.
"Maybe I need someone I never even noticed before," Leslie continued after a long pause and now staring lustily at her roommate. "Someone who is in all my classes. Someone who sleeps in the same dorm as I do. Maybe I don't need a boy after all, maybe what I need is..."
No. Oh no! Michelle had to stop this before it could go any further. But, Leslie was already on the move. Michelle tried to get up, but by then it was too late. She was hemmed in.
"Kiss me," Leslie said, cocking her head to the side.
Her bangs dangled down, tickling Michelle's face.
"No," Michelle murmured. She couldn't kiss another girl. She wasn't like that. It was wrong.
"C'mon, Michelle." Leslie said as she moved her hands behind Michelle's neck and ran her fingers through her hair. Michelle could feel her hot breath on her neck. A chill ran down her spine.
"It's just a kiss," Leslie said. "People kiss."
"Please," Michelle begged. People did kiss. She had kissed several boys before in such a fashion, but never a girl. Never even imagined doing it with a girl. She wasn't gay. But, by then Leslie's tongue was brushing her lips ever so softly. And even though it was a girl's tongue, it didn't stop it from feeling nice. Didn't stop her from wanting to be kissed by those lips. To feel that questing tongue against her own.
She wasn't gay, and yet she found herself surrendering. Allowing that silky eager pink tongue to caress her lips and then enter her mouth. Then finding herself kissing back. And when Leslie's knee made its way between her legs, she pressed against it, unable to deny her feelings any longer.
It was wrong. On so many levels. It was a girl. Her roommate. Her best friend. But Michelle wanted her. She needed more. She found herself moaning and went to kiss her pretty blonde roommate again, but Leslie was just out of reach. Michelle quested for those full lips, but she couldn't quite meet them.
Leslie smiled wickedly. Toying with her. She pulled Michelle around and then their positions were reversed.
"Do you like kissing me?" she asked.
