Romancing Karen

This story is fiction. This is not intended for guys. This is the story of a young woman's awakening into a new life with a new love.

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Karen was a typical student. Passing grades in high school. Pimples. Pony tails. Braces the works. Boys ignored her most of the time except when someone got it into their head to tease her. Her high school prom was a night mare as the only guy willing to take her was a bigger geek than she was.

The one thing that got her through was the thought of moving away to college. Following the last summer at home she packed her bags, said tearful good-byes to family, and drove off in the old VW dad bought her. It was not a pretty car but it ran well.

Several hours later, she arrived at the campus gates. She found a parking lot and registered. Accommodation had been arranged for her, a shared unit. Soon she was unpacking in the bedroom she had been assigned. That's when she met Jill.

Jill was a year older, a second year at the college. Jill was also everything Karen thought she was not. Friendly, very out there. Pretty. Of course. She also set out straight away to make Karen her best friend.

They quickly became inseparable going out to parties together. Jill was popular on campus and was invited to all the best parties. Guys often asked her out and the two even double dated at parties only to spend more time dancing with each other than their actual dates much to the annoyance of the guys concerned.

It was following one such party that things changed. One of the seniors through a big birthday bash. Music could be heard a block away. Alcohol was served freely and consumed in large quantities. A guy hit on Karen. He was drunk and trapped her as she was coming out of the toilet upstairs. Nothing happened but Karen was shaken so Jill took her home, walking the three blocks holding Karen tight.

Finally home, Karen started to cry. She kept saying it was silly, she was being dumb. Jill should go back to the party.

"No hun." Jill reassured. "Shhhhh. Come on. It's ok." Jill wrapped her arms about the upset girl. Gentle rocking like you would a child Jill comforted and reassured the confused, scared and tearful girl.

After a while the tears stopped. Karen clung tightly to the older girl. She looked into Jill's brown eyes and...

Kissed her.

As quickly as it happened, it was over. Karen looked back down while Jill stared at the girl. Now just as confused as her friend. Looking at Karen now it was as if nothing has happened. Karen did not once glance at Jill What was the kiss about. Why won't Karen look at me.

In silence the two sat in Karen's room on the single bed that sat against a wall. The room was typical. Posters on the walls. Usually hiding chips in the cream paint. A small dressing table, a bra hanging out of a partially opened door. A coffee table on which sits Karen's laptop and course books. Worn rug. A radiator. Wet clothes hanging on a rack trying to dry in front of the radiator.

Jill, still trying to read her friend, runs a hand across her cheek. Karen leans slightly into the hand then kisses it as she holds it against her cheek. Still she looks down. Jill's heart is racing. Nervous, confused, sure but excited. Jill for a long time now preferred the company of women. While she enjoyed Karen's company she had never let on that she found her attractive. This was unexpected, though not unwanted.

Turning Karen to face her Jill kissed the girl. Slow, sensual. Full of love and promise. Karen returned the kiss with a hunger that surprised the older woman. Arms wrapping each other Jill laid them both back onto the small bed. Holding Karen tight they continued to kiss. Breaking to breath before continuing.

Their kisses, breathing and the ticking of the clock that Karen's mother gave her for her last birthday; the only sounds. Quiet kisses. Quickened, almost gasping breaths. Tick. Tock. Tick. The clock counting the seconds. It's eyeless face watching the embrace of the girls.

On the narrow bed hands moved up and down each other's backs. Karen's pausing to pull Jill close.

As their hands moved the shirts were pulled free. Slowly they rode up. Karen sitting up to pull hers off over her head before returning to explore Jill. Moments later Karen helped Jill remove her shirt then reaching behind her, undid the small hooks on the older woman's bra.

Jill slipped the bra straps off her shoulders and dropped the lacy garment to the floor with the two shirts. Turning back just as Karen pulled her own bra free. The two returned to kissing and sucking on the flesh of each other's neck. Chest pushing against chest. Jill's slightly larger, Karen's slightly firmer.

At one point Karen went to kiss Jill's mouth only to bump against Jill's forehead with her own. "Owww." Both girls broke out laughing. Each massaging their own bruised forehead.

Laying side by side on the small bed both girls giggle and laughed. Jill thought the the spell was broken, that the mood lost.. Delightedly, Jill was soon proved wrong as Karen started to massage one breast while she kissed the other.

For the next ten minutes, was it only that long, Jill moaned in pleasure, mewing like a kitten as her breasts were stimulated. Rubs, pinches, kisses, sucks and soft bites teased and pleased her. Nipples contracting, lengthening becoming hard buds and even easier targets for more stimulation.

Arching her back, her head tipped over her body cried out as did she. A shaking orgasm vibrating through an orgasm that started deep within her.

Like an animal she cried out as the spasms ebbed. Eagerly she returned the favor, sucking, biting and pinching the younger Karen's inexperienced skin. As she did Jill slid a hand up her friend's thigh. Nails tracing fine line up Karen's inner thigh.

Karen moaned and spread her legs to give Jill easier access. Soon her hips we bucking, her chest moving as Karen struggled with the sensations Jill was causing to course through her body.

"Oh. Oh. Ohhhh, Goddddd." Karen cried. Body thrashing, she clawed the bed covers. Wave after wave of pleasure ripping through her.

More kissing tongues, arms and legs entwined. The noise of sex filling the room. Tick. Tock. Rick. Tock. The clock marked time as the girls made love. Mouths sucked, bit and kissed. Fingers pinching, caressing exploring new yet familiar flesh. Tick. Tock. Tick.

More clothing is lost, more flesh found, more skin explored and claimed. Inch by inch conquered. Moans and groans drowning out the clock's, tick, tock. Tick. Tock. Tick.

An hour passed, then more before the women separated. Exhausted, sweat coating their skin, glistening. Laying back in each others arms. Breathing heavily. Karen whispered in Jill's ear.

"I love you."