This is the second part of the story. Please refer to part 1 for the rest of the plot.
That Sunday was easily one of the longest days of my life. After I cleaned up the floor and myself as best I could, I dressed and joined Beth in the dining hall. The rest of our friends were just finishing up, but seemed oblivious to where the two of us were and what we were doing. Beth and I ate rather quietly together. If you saw us you probably wouldn't have any idea we were just naked together. We ate quickly and went our separate ways.
I had already taken three of my four finals, and the last one wasn't until Wednesday. Not that I was much of a studier anyway. I made a half-assed attempt to study but gave up after half an hour. It was for a stupid elective class I was probably going to get a C in anyway. I played some video games, listened to music, and I even started packing a little as the afternoon dragged on.
Beth and I went down with the rest of our dorm for dinner, and again you wouldn't know by looking at Beth that anything unusual had happened that morning. I kept stealing little glances at her, but she virtually ignored me. That was how our relationship usually was, anyway.
After dinner we all went back to our rooms. I played some more video games and listened to some more music, then watched some television. I finally gave up and went to bed about 10pm, which was laughably early for me, but I didn't know what else to do. I got into a pair of plaid boxers to sleep in. The last thing I did before I went to bed was make sure that my door was unlocked.
I kept the television on. I was the type that needed something to fall asleep to, but I wasn't really sleepy and yet I was hardly paying attention to it. I was listening intently for any sound outside my door, and fantasizing about what might happen if Beth did show up.
Finally right around 11pm I heard the doorknob turn. I made an effort to stay still. I'm not sure why. I heard the door open, then close, and then lock. In a few seconds Beth appeared like a vision in the glow of the television. She was wearing an oversized nightshirt which went all the way to her knees, but it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were clearly visible against the tight-fitting shirt.
Without a word, she climbed right over me and lay down by my side on the bed. We maneuvered ourselves until we were in a spooning position, with me lying against her back with my left arm under her. We stayed like that in silence for several minutes, and I was wondering if she had already fallen asleep, when suddenly Beth broke the silence.
"You know, I still just want to be friends with you," Beth said.
She had said that to me once or twice before when I haltingly brought up my interest in having a relationship with her during the year, and it was crushing to hear it then. This time, however, it was just confusing to me. "So, what does that mean about before?" I asked.
"Let me ask you a question," Beth said, "When you came to college, you came here to meet your one true love, fall in love, and get married, right?"
"Yeah, pretty much," I replied.
"Dude, this is the 90's," Beth said. "You might be the only guy here thinking that way. Okay, maybe not among the ultra-religious crowd, but definitely for the rest of us." I didn't say anything, so she continued, a little more softly. "I used to think like that too, back in High School, but this is college. Besides the whole education thing, I came here to meet some people and have some fun. You know, experiment a little. I'll be what, 21 when I graduate? I'll still have plenty of time to meet someone, get married, and have kids, if that's what I want. And that's why I just want to be friends with you. I'm not looking for a soul mate, at least not right now. You're smart and funny and cute, well maybe not all that smart all the time, but through this whole year I haven't met anyone else I want to be with as much as you. So, if you don't mind taking a break from your search for a soul mate for a while, maybe we can have a little fun."
It took me a while to find my voice while I processed all of that. Finally, my brain kicked back into gear. "So, the reason why you didn't want a relationship with me wasn't that I told you I was attracted to Suzie?" I asked.
Beth actually laughed. Like everything else about her, her laugh was a little over the top, like a HAHAHAHAHA. "You thought I didn't want you because you told me you were attracted to Suzie?" She asked, "Aw hell. She is a 5' 10" blonde model. I'm attracted to Suzie. If I was ever to, you know, join the other side, she would be first on my list." There was more speechless silence from me. "Oh, by the way, I might be bisexual," Beth said, and she tried to make it sound as casual as possible to add to the shock value. "Like I said, I came here to have some fun and experiment, so if the right situation comes along I might just go ahead and try it. I doubt Suzie would be interested, but you never know. I know I probably just blew your mind a little with that one," Beth said, reaching back to pat my thigh, "Are you okay?"
"All things considered, I'm just fine," I replied.
"But your entire worldview was just turned on its ear," Beth said.
"Yeah, pretty much," I said, "I liked to think of myself as a poet-romantic, that there was one girl out there for me and I would find her and always be happy, but you're quite right, that kind of thinking doesn't really fit into this world, and I should just go with the flow."
"Now you're talking," Beth said, "Anyway, as great as this morning's adventure was, I just had an insatiable urge for human contact, so that's why I'm here now. I hope you're okay with that."
I thought back to a moment earlier in the year, when one of my roommate's female friends came over to me and casually brushed the hair on my forehead, and how after being so lonely and hard up at college how amazing even that small gesture felt. "Yeah, I can relate," I said.
"So, if you want, we can just cuddle and sleep," Beth said, "It doesn't have to be anything more than that." As she said that, she shifted against me and wriggled her ass against my crotch.
My first night in bed with a girl and I was going to let it go without anything happening? I was awkward and inexperienced, but I wasn't crazy. Plus, I was pretty horny. I was also well read, especially in erotica, so I quickly came up with a plan. My free hand was draped over Beth, and I made a show of lifting it up and then putting it down again, brushing it against her breast as I did so, as though it was incidental contact. Beth responded by wriggling her ass against my crotch again. I could feel my erection starting to grow. I took my hand and as slowly as I could, I brought it against her right breast. I began to trace the outline of her breast through her nightshirt, feeling the nipple harden. Beth responded with a slightly harder wriggle against my crotch.
We continued like that for several minutes, my hand ever so slowly moving around her breast, and then to other places, like her neck and her stomach, just enjoying the feel of her soft body. "Mmm, you have very nice hands," Beth eventually said.
"Thank you, they're musician's hands," I replied. I played cello growing up and through college, and I figured the gentle but firm pressure you needed to put on a cello string would work well on a woman.
I continued exploring her body for several more minutes with my right hand, when I realized that my left hand was going completely numb lying under Beth. "My arm is asleep," I whispered in her ear.
"Oh, sorry," Beth said, and she began to move away from me. I had a flash of inspiration that caused me to grab her tightly and pull her with me as I rolled onto my back. Now I was on my back with Beth lying on her back on top of me. The advantage of this position was I had both hands free to explore her body. I ran both hands up and down from her breasts to as far down her thighs as I could reach, pausing to cup and massage her breasts through her shirt.
Beth was clearly beginning to get aroused. She was squirming around. Occasionally she would grab my hands when they were on her breasts and help me give them a firm squeeze. Her nightshirt had ridden up past her hips and eventually she sat up on me and pulled it right off of her, leaving her in nothing except for a pair of lacy black panties.
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" Beth asked. That was another generic burst of insecurity from women that I've never been able to understand. Through the years every woman I've been with, of every shape and size, has asked me that question at least once. At 19 I was particularly skinny and fragile-looking, but even as I got older and heavier the question kept getting asked. I've had women grinding their elbows into my chest when they said that and I still wouldn't admit to being uncomfortable.
"I'm fine," I said. Now I had Beth's naked breasts to play with. I spent some time on them, enjoying the contours and textures that I couldn't feel through her nightshirt.
This position was great for me but I don't think Beth knew what to do with her own hands. At times she would use her hands to guide mine but for the most part I think she badly wanted to touch herself, but was gamely trying to hold off and let me explore her. Her head was lying back beside mine, her neck and shoulder close enough to kiss. We hadn't even kissed yet... lips or otherwise. I didn't know how Beth would respond if I started kissing her. I tentatively gave her a kiss on the side of her neck. I was rewarded with a moan and a squirm. I took that as a good sign. Emboldened, I started to kiss and suck the skin on her neck and shoulder where I could reach her, and I let my hands begin a slow but steady move toward her panties.
Beth was clearly trying hard to let me do all the work and just sit back and enjoy the ride, but I think her arousal was overwhelming her. As soon as my fingers reached her panties she reached down and pulled them right over her hips and down her legs, and then she kicked them completely off her feet. Now she was lying on me completely naked. For good measure she reached over and grabbed my boxers, pulling them over my erection and down my hips. She gave my erect penis a couple of strokes, and then she grabbed my left hand and placed it between her legs.
Despite her obvious impatience, I was still determined to move slowly. I had never had my hands between a girl's legs, after all. Third base! The Phil Rizzuto part of Paradise by the Dashboard Light started running through my head. I slowly began to explore her folds, down and around her clitoris, which was driving her crazy. While my hands were between her legs, hers were on her breasts. She started bucking against my hands, trying to get more stimulation. I finished my exploration of her clitoris and slowly moved the middle finger of my left hand into her pussy. It was very wet in there. I slid my finger in up to the first knuckle, which unfortunately in this position was all I could reach. I was rewarded with a gasp from Beth, and she started pumping her hips against me, trying to push me further into her. While I was fingering Beth, my hand was brushing against my nearby erection. It was a weird sensation.
Beth started breathing heavily, and then started making little gasps and moans. Finally she just couldn't take it anymore, and thrust her right hand to her clitoris. She started frigging herself off like a mad woman while I was still fingering her pussy as best I could. Unlike this morning she wasn't even making an effort to be quiet.
"Yes! Yes! Oh my God, yes! Yes! I'm cumming! Yes!" She cried out. She was arching her back and writhing all over me. I reached around her with my right arm just to keep her steady. Like this morning, she convulsed three times as she came, and then gave a great sigh and went still.
We lay like that for a little while, and then Beth rolled over and said, "Thank you," and gave me a long, sloppy kiss. It is probably unusual to have your first kiss with a woman after you've orgasmed together, but go with the flow, right?
Beth slid off of me into a kneeling position by my side. She grabbed my boxers and pulled them down my legs and off. Then she grabbed my hard cock and began stroking. I was already quite aroused and stimulated, and it probably took me less than a minute before my own orgasm hit. I obviously had some time to recharge since this morning, as I shot a load up into the air and onto my stomach. I laughed out loud as I watched my cum landing all over my stomach and pubic area.
Beth gave me a wicked grin, and then to my great surprise climbed back on top of me, smearing cum all over both of us. She stroked my hair and stared into my eyes for a moment, and then kissed me deeply.
