Author's Note: All Characters are 18+. This is a personal story, and took place during my sophomore year in college.
This story isn't about perfect grammar and proper comma placement. If that's what you're looking for, don't read any further! True fans - thank you and I hope you enjoy!
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Sitting in my best friend's dorm, on her bed, I avoided eye contact as she stripped out of her work uniform. After I came out as a bisexual all of my female friends became nervous around me.
Nicole was no different.
She suddenly turned to me and said, "You're not about to turn on me, are you? Can I trust you to keep it in your pants?"
"Yes." I watched her throw her work clothes in the laundry basket. "I don't see you that way."
"What do you mean?" She seemed offended.
I pulled my math textbook out my book bag. College courses were weighing heavy on me, so I wanted to get a head start. "I don't find you attractive."
"Did I hurt your feelings or something?" She crawled onto the bed, dressed only in her bra and panties.
I opened the book to my homework assignment. "No. Why?"
"Cause you're being really rude."
"How?" Now, I was getting offended. Every lesbian isn't attracted to every women out there in the world. We do have standards.
"What do you mean, you don't find me attractive?"
"I don't find you attractive. I don't know how else to say that."
"How can you say that?" She stood on the bed just hovering over me for several seconds. Almost completely naked, she spun around on top of the bed. I didn't touch her, nor did I bat an eyelash.
Nicole let her hair down from the clip before sitting down on the heels of her feet in front of me.
"Because I'm not a guys, and I don't think every girl I meet is fuck worthy. Sorry."
"You're a bitch."
"Okay." I grabbed a pencil and started to solve the problems on the page.
"You're really going to ignore me?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"You fucked Brianna." She said, referring to the college Professor I told her I had an affair with the summer before.
"I didn't fuck her. She fucked me. It's a difference."
"But you said she taught you stuff."
"So?"
"Teach me. Or better yet," she said forcing my book closed. "Show me."
"I'm not a coach. I doubt I can teach you anything."
"I learn fast. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it."
"Why are you so curious anyway? Are you a lesbian?"
"Maybe I am; maybe I'm not. I just want to try something different."
"Why with me?"
"Who better than a friend? Stop stalling." She leaned in and kissed me.
Her lips were soft and a little moist from constantly licking at them. Her hand touched my cheek as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I still wasn't used to kissing, but I was getting tired of it already. Everyone was shutting me up with kisses.
It gave me a slight rush even though the act was too slow and passionate. Something like that should be reserved for a committed couple. Once the juices started flowing, I didn't want to spend time slowly kissing someone. How boring?! This would - supposedly - be Nicole's first time with a girl, so I let her kiss me for as long as she wanted. But my hands were going to have their own fun.
With our lips still connected, I pushed my textbook onto the floor. I leaned back against the headboard of bed, pulling her close enough that her breast smashed into mine. She broke the kiss - gasping for air - when I pushed my hand into her panties. She was already wet, and I slide a finger inside of her without a fight. I added a second finger, and she kissed me again - a lot harder this time.
Her eyes shut, her hands tugged at my hair, and her hips rocked against my hand. Nicole began to tremble as I twisted my fingers inside her. She was wetter than I could imagine for someone I was basically arguing with a second ago. Nicole's juices were flooding my hand.
"Stand up." I said, pulling my hand from between her legs.
Using my shoulders for leverage, Nicole stood up on the bed with her legs wobbling beneath her. Pushing her legs apart, I could see the moist running down her inner thighs and her legs. I shifted to sit on my knees, letting my hands work their way from the curve of her hips around to her ass. I pulled her colorful underwear down her legs.
Not giving her a chance to step out of the panties, my mouth covered her pussy as soon as they were free from the fabric. I kissed her pussy as if it were her actual mouth; the peck was slow and wet. Nicole's body tensed up, her nails dug into my shoulders, and her head fell back.
Her lips were swollen and the bush cover her mound tickled my nose. Sliding my tongue between her wet pussy lips, I could taste her tangy yet bitter juices. Her clit was hiding in the pink folds of her flesh, but I quickly found it with my probing tongue.
