"Oh god, yes... yes, Lizzy, yes " Becky moaned. The blonde coed's fingers tangled in her lover's dark, curly hair, arching her hips under the lusty assault of Liz's tongue. "Oh god... don't stop, Lizzy...don't stop... I'm... I'm... I'm coming!"
Becky spasmed, her whole body tensing with the power of her orgasm. As the surges of pleasure faded away, she lay back on the bed panting. With a pleased chuckle, Liz slid herself up the younger coed's body, her fingers brushing lightly over her lover's skin.
"I pleased you, mistress?" Liz purred, smiling to herself.
"Oh, yes," Becky replied distantly, sighing faintly. Despite Becky's words, Liz heard a faint note of dissatisfaction in her lover's voice.
"What is it?" Liz asked.
"No, it's fine," Becky squirmed, forcing a smile.
"No, something's bothering you," Liz insisted. "What is it?"
"Well, it's just," Becky stammered, sitting up to look down at her lover. "Liz, this is wonderful. I mean, I've never... well... it's just..."
Liz looked up Becky, puzzled at the usually domineering younger woman's discomfort. Slowly, she smiled in dawning realization. Becky may be commanding and powerful where their sex life was concerned, but she always got flustered when she tried to talk about their feelings for each other.
"It's ok," Liz prompted gently, "you can tell me."
"Liz, I'm... I'm straight," Becky burst out.
Liz laughed, her fingers tracing a line along Becky's naked thigh to brush lightly against her lover's still sensitive folds. "All evidence to the contrary."
"Aaahhh...," Becky quivered. She sat up further, pulling herself away from Liz's teasing fingers. "No, Liz... I mean... this, what we have... I mean what we do!... it's great... I just..."
"You want cock," Liz finished with a smirk.
"What!" Becky jumped, her face flushing. "No... I mean... well..."
Liz just grinned, letting Becky stammer.
"Ok, yes," Becky finally burst out. "Ok... yes, I do. I love... this, but I just want..."
"A good hard dick inside you," Liz finished, enjoying her friends discomfort.
"Yes..." Becky sighed. "Fine, yes. I want a good hard dick. I'm sorry. I miss it."
"It's alright," Liz said gently. "I feel the same way sometimes. Just go and get yourself some. I don't mind."
"What?" Becky flushed even more. "It's not that easy."
"Becky," Liz laughed, sitting up to face her friend. "This is a college campus. There are thousands of guys out there. Just pick one."
"Liz," Becky glared, "I can't just walk up to some total stranger on the green and say 'let's fuck.' Maybe you can, but I can't."
"You've been with guys before. I know you have," Liz countered slyly. "I've watched."
"Argh," Becky hid her deepening blush in her hands. "Liz, since I've met you I've doubled the numbers of guys I've had sex with."
"Oh," Liz struggled not to smile. "Well, look you don't have to grab some stranger. What about someone you know? What about Kevin?"
"Kevin's an asshole," Becky snapped.
"Yes, he is," Liz agreed without missing a beat. "but he's a great lay and he has a nice big dick."
"Oh, god," Becky shrieked, "you are unbelievable!"
"Am I wrong?" Liz laughed. "I mean his thing is just immense and he really knows how to hit just the right spot."
"OK, yes," Becky laughed, "he's an incredible lay."
"So, call him," Liz leaned over her lover to reach for the phone.
"No!" Becky snapped. "I will not. Now get off me. I'm getting dressed and going to the library. I have work to do."
"Oh, alright," Liz sighed, flopping back onto the bed.
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Standing in front of the full-length mirror that hung from her bathroom door, Liz turned slowly to admire herself. Her dark, curly hair, still tousled from Becky's grasping fingers, hung down to her shoulders. She wore a tight dark red silk vest, really little more than a corset, which emphasized her full, round breasts. Her tight blue jeans hugged her legs and firm ass, and her low heels looked great, while still being practical enough to walk in.
Behind her reflection, Liz could see Becky stuffing her textbooks into her bag as she headed off to the library. For a moment, Liz stood still, admiring the sight of her young lover, even in her plain t-shirt and sweats. Becky had been wearing a t-shirt and sweats when they had first met and, though she never admitted it to Becky, Liz still got a strange thrill seeing her lover dressed like that.
"You're going out?" Becky looked up, taking in Liz's outfit.
"I thought I might." Liz turned and smiled slyly at her lover. "If that's alright with you.... mistress." She added with a teasing purr.
"Fuck," Becky muttered, closing the distance between them. "Have fun. One of us ought to."
"I will." Liz leaned up and kissed the taller woman softly on the lips. Becky sighed gently.
"Don't study too hard." Liz added as she turned, waved and swayed out the door.
-- --
The bar was deafening. The drum beat felt like it was vibrating deep inside Liz's body as she wove her way through the crowd of college guys, coeds, townies and assorted others, all hunting for something or someone in a haze of cigarette smoke, perfume, cheap beer and loud music. Pausing only to grab a beer, Liz threw herself into the hunt with eager abandon.
Her first catch was a freshman named Tony. He was skinny, dark haired and had snuck into the bar using a fake id. He was, in fact, proud of that and even waxed philosophical on the matter, arguing that since he was old enough to vote and die for his country, he ought to be able to get a beer. Liz just smiled, reasoning that he was at least statutorily legal and, as a young man, he hopefully had a lot of stamina. Tony was also obviously enamoured of his intro to philosophy course, as he was going on at some length about it.
"What do you think of love?" Liz interjected when the young man paused long enough to take a drink. As she did, she leaned forward to give him something else to think about.
"Uh," Tony stammered, struggling to pretend he wasn't looking at the considerable cleavage she was now displaying. "I think love is the highest emotion."
"I think you're right," Liz tossed in a sultry smile.
"It's the best thing two people can share," Tony continued, "The bringing together of two spirits and... uh... bodies, in a perfect union."
"Just two?" Liz purred.
"Ah, wha?" Tony stammered.
"I mean," Liz leaned toward him, her fingers running down his arm. "Why should this perfect thing to be limited to just two people. Surely we can love many people through our lives."
"Uh, yeah," Tony replied.
"And surely, if the union of two spirits... and bodies... is great, the union of more... spirits... would be even better." Liz purred.
"Uh, wow," he breathed, his eyes locked some distance below hers. Liz wondered briefly if she'd fallen out of her top. She'd really hate to get banned from another bar for that, but given the thought in her head she doubted that was the biggest worry.
"I'm looking for a person to help me with that," Liz continued. "Someone special, someone open, someone smart, someone with... stamina and other... important traits."
"Yeah?" Tony asked.
"Oh, yeah," Liz purred in her best sultry voice. She tossed a quick glance around the crowded bar, to make sure no one was paying too much attention to them. Quickly and gracefully, she slid under the table.
"What?" Tony's voice sounded shocked, embarrassed and hopeful all at once.
"Shut up, stud," Liz growled.
Kneeling under the table, she quickly undid his jeans and yanked them down far enough to release his dick. His long, thin member was already swelling, half rising from a nest of thick, dark hair. Tony gasped and shifted above her, but Liz ignored him. Her attention was focused on his shaft, giving it a frank, appraising examination. After all, she thought, if she was going to bring a cock home for Becky, she was determined to make it a good one.
She wrapped her fingers around Tony's dick, feeling the length of it. The thin shaft was hardening quickly in her hand. Above her she could hear the young man stifling a groan, clearly trying not to let on what was happening. Liz rubbed her fingers up and down the length of his dick, now rock hard under her touch. Her other hand slid down into the freshman's jeans to cradle his tight balls. The young man's body twitched and jumped at her touch. She could hear him panting.
Teasingly, Liz flicked out her tongue, brushing the underside of shaft just below the tip and tasting the drop of pre-cum that blossomed there. A sudden sticky jet exploded from young man's dick, spraying across Liz's face, laying a white line across her cheek, nose and up to her forehead.
With stifled, guttural moan Tony unleashed a powerful load. Wild sprays of cum splashed over Liz's face. Hurriedly, she clamped her lips down on Tony's spurting member, trapping his powerful surges in her mouth. Her mouth quickly filled with sticky spunk and Liz swallowed, sucking down the flood of the young man's orgasm.
Slowly, Liz pulled herself up from under the table, doing her best to keep her cum-covered face turned away from the crowd. Grabbing a small paper coaster off the table, she did her best to wipe off the tracks of semen while Tony sheepishly stuffed his wilting dick back into his pants.
"Wow... Thank you, Tony," Liz said with an insincere smile. "I'll definitely be giving you a call."
Before the freshman could point out that she didn't have his number, Liz slipped from the table and disappeared into the crowd.
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