Julia was all excited. She set down her breakfast tray on the dining hall table, sat down, and spilled it out. "Guess what Kathryn did last night?" she asked. Kathryn is her inexperienced roommate, the object of Julia's sexual mentoring.
"Let me think," I answered. "She invited a boy back to the room and they lost control and ripped off all their clothes, and he threw her down on the floor and ravished her and she had ten orgasms and his giant dick came in her three times without a condom." I paused. "How did I do?"
Julia gave me a look of fake disgust. "She only had nine orgasms."
"Well," I answered, "practice makes perfect. She'll get better."
"Will you be serious please?" Julia said. "This is important."
"Ok, what did she do?"
Julia was dying to tell me. "She touched her clit. She actually touched her very own clit!"
That was, indeed, important news. Julia had been working to help Kathryn get more confident sexually, and this was a big step forward. "No shit!" I said. "What happened? How did you do it?"
Julia couldn't wait to explain. "Well," she said, "you know that fuck-me underwear I bought from Fredericks of Hollywood?" (How could I forget?) "I was saving them, figuring they would be good for something besides flashing, and I finally figured out what to do with them. I showed them to Kathryn."
That must have been funny. "How'd she take it? Was she horrified?" I asked.
"Not really horrified, but certainly stunned, especially when I told her I was going to try them on to see what she thought. You know how she gets, when she has no idea what to say or do and she just stands there? That's what she did. She didn't say anything. I took that as a go-ahead, so I dropped what I was already wearing and put on the purple panties and turned all around so she could see me from all angles. I have a really nice ass, you know."
"You do, indeed, have a fantastic ass," I said. "What did you do with the pussy hair?" She and I had designed her coiffure for maximum exposure, but I didn't know if that was right when Kathryn was there.
"I hid that away. That was too far to push her, so I just tucked it in," Julia said. "And it all worked. She was intrigued. She was looking at me, right at my pussy and ass, and I could see the wheels turning in her head. She was thinking."
"That's progress," I said.
"Now comes the good part," Julia said. "I brought out the other stuff, the stuff that I'd hidden away. It came in the same package. Remember? And I told her that, while I was buying for myself, I'd bought some for her. It was a present. I gave it to her."
"Clever," I said. I was impressed.
"I was afraid she wouldn't even be willing to touch them," Julia continued. "But she did. She picked up the panties and looked at them, then the matching bra, and checked the sizes. They were both the right size. I'd made sure of that. She held up the panties and took a good look. The ones for her have more coverage than the ones I'd picked for myself, still a little low in front, but not as much ass on display. Very pretty and lacy and pink, but not as revealing as mine. But a hell of a lot better than the grandma kind she always wore."
"She was ok with them?" I asked. "She didn't scream?"
"She was was ok! She really was! She thanked me, and I thought she might actually be willing to wear them some day. She walked over to put them in her underwear drawer, but I couldn't have that. I took a risk. I told her to try them on so we could see how they fit. You know what I told her? I said, 'We can always send them back if they don't fit.' Very practical, you know. We had to try them on so that we could decide if they needed to be sent back. She likes being practical."
"Did she really do it?" I asked. "She stripped down and put them on?"
"She's changed clothes in front of me before, so it wasn't that big a deal. I've seen her boobs and her pussy, but I don't get caught looking. It's not like I openly size her up. She's not really that shy, and she's pretty comfortable in just underwear around me, and it helps that I'm completely un-shy around her so she knows it's ok. But I made it easy for her. I told her I had to go the bathroom, and she could put them on while I was gone."
"Good idea," I said. "And it worked?"
"Yep, when I got back, she was all stripped and wearing just the bra and panties and looking in the mirror. I made a big show of checking the fit, making sure everything was just right. I was touching her, making sure her boobs fit right in the bra. I even patted her butt. She looked fantastic and I told her so. I wasn't just being nice. She looked great. I made a really big show about how great she looked. I thought it would help her confidence."
"I wish I'd been there," I said, laughing.
"Someday you will. Be patient," Julia said. "But she seemed genuinely happy. She'd never worn anything like that before, and she liked the look. It was a whole new experience for her, being sexy, and she was loving it."
"And you know what?" she continued, "I had my hands all over her. Touching, admiring, whatever. I adjusted her boobs in her bra to make sure they fit right. I touched her back and her butt and adjusted the leg openings. I even had my fingers in the undies, just for a moment. I pulled her hair back and touched her ears and her cheeks, and her hands and her arms. And she was loving it. I was making excuses to touch her in ways that were completely unnecessary, but she made not one word of protest. She was thrilled. She wouldn't tell me that, of course, but she was."
It was at this point that I got a boner, listening to Julia, there in the dining hall. (What is it about girl-on-girl action that turns men on so much?) The boner was a little painful, pushing against my jeans. I made sure nobody was looking, then sneaked my hands into my pants to rearrange things, to get more comfortable.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I had a little problem," I said. "There was something pushing the wrong way."
