This story is the sequel to the five chapters of the story with a similar name, which was all about sibling incest. There is more of that here, but maybe not with as much detail as when they were discovering everything they wanted to do together. This chapter is in the category Lesbian Sex because I was having more fun letting Vicky and her new college roommate find each other. They have fun too.
It was only about six weeks from the end of July until we went to college, Vicky to a women's college quite near the city where my men's college was. We were both going to have roommates whom we didn't yet know. We agreed that we wanted to continue, of course, deciding to say that we were cousins to explain our same last names.
At the beginning of the term, we both were a little the envy of our classmates, immediately dating, while others were going to freshmen mixers to meet someone. The first weekends, we tried to enjoy just exploring each other's campus and sightseeing in the city, since we couldn't go to my room. We could, but didn't know how to suggest to my roommate, Tim, that we wanted to be alone for long enough to do what we wanted to do.
On my campus, we quickly discovered that we both were looking for places where we could make out. Chuckling, we spent the rest of the evening wandering around with just that in mind, later in the evening seeing other couples making out on park benches. Those protected by shrubbery were obviously preferred, and then those further away from lights.
We found the best one we could and did as much as the others were, which wasn't as much as we wanted to do, of course. When we noticed that one couple were wearing raincoats, although it wasn't raining or cold enough, we hummed and agreed: "next time."
"Next time," Vicky was wearing a full skirt and a sweater under her raincoat, and I had bought boxer shirts. When I whispered that to her, she hummed with a grin and replied that she had "forgotten" to wear a bra. When it started to get dark, we weren't the first couple who found a protected park bench, but that was kind of reassuring; they could only be there already to do more than kiss. Very soon, we also were, after we had arranged our coats to hide what our hands wanted to do.
I hadn't had much experience making out in high school, but enough to assume that the couples we had seen the previous week were kissing as arousingly as they could; it had looked like it. If she was letting him fondle her breasts, she was "letting" him, maybe encouraging him with moans, but not being so open as to tell him anything, even if she was being bold enough to fondle his cock. They must be students who already knew each other, sophomores, juniors, seniors. If they knew each other like Vicky and I did, I thought they would already know somewhere to go to do everything they wanted.
Vicky and I started with kissing, but then were whispering. We didn't know where to go to do everything we wanted, but we were in complete agreement to do everything we could where we were. My hand was inside her coat as we started kissing, then inside her sweater. She hummed cheerfully and whispered:
"Like high school kids."
"Not if you told me you forgot your bra."
"Hmm! And your new boxer shorts."
Her hand was fumbling with the zip of my fly, mine already playing with her aroused nipple. If - IF - those other girls were just holding his cock through his pants, we didn't have to go through that. She unzipped and her hand slip in and then found the opening of my shorts, easy, since my cock was already holding it open. Her cool fingers slipped around it, and I moaned softly with a nod. I had worn dark pants, knowing what was eventually going to happen. She whispered:
"Let me first, then you."
"Inside your panties?"
"Thought I had forgotten them too?"
I shook my head, and then we did kiss again, while her hand did what it could in the constraint of my fly. I tried not to moan, when she made me come, but she did. Then she whispered:
"Got to taste it."
Her fingers reached up in my shorts and found as much as they could. She cupped her fingers together and drew her hand out of my pants. When she raised it to her mouth, she had to lick it up from her palm. Then with a soft chuckle, she turned her hand stuck her fingers in my mouth. I sucked and licked them, humming. She retrieved her fingers and licked them clean and then whispered:
"Now you, me," and gathered up her full skirt. As my hand slid up her thigh, she pulled her coat over it. She had not forgotten her panties, and they weren't moist, which surprised me, also that they were cotton panties, the same kind of material as my jockey shorts. When my fingers crept up the elastic, they were even more surprised; she was wearing two pairs of panties. She felt my fingers discover that and whispered:
"Could have told you; didn't want to drip."
"Hmm? Why they weren't even moist yet."
"Good! Just didn't seep through, yet."
She was right. The fingers of her hand that was holding up her skirt caught the elastics and let me shove my hand inside her two pairs of thick panties. My fingers scratched in her pubic hair on their way to her pussy, moist pussy. She had been right. She moaned, holding me with her other hand to kiss again. My fingers did what I had seen hers do, while I muffled her moans with my mouth. When they stopped, my fingers and her panties were all wet, and my cock was again aroused.
It relaxed a little, while she recovered, but then her hand was back in my pants and shorts. We did it all over again. When I whispered to her how wet her panties were, she nodded and replied:
"I know, down under my ass too. Good thing I'm wearing a coat; my skirt is also probably wet."
"Like my shorts and pants," I whispered in reply.
We chuckled softly, as she pulled the front of her skirt back down, and kissed again with my hand back up under her sweater. On the way back to the bus stop for her to return, we complained that we couldn't have done more. At the bus stop, we embraced and kissed, like the other couples waiting for the bus.
On the way back to my room, I enjoyed the unaccustomed sensation of my cock and balls moving freely in my new boxer shorts, as I strode along. Then suddenly I felt cooler air down there and realized that my fly was still open. I chuckled and held the front of my coat across and zipped up.
We could have girls in our rooms, but roommates were a problem. Tim and I got along fine. He was more gung-ho about sports than I was, trying out for the freshman soccer team. That turned out to be very advantageous for Vicky and me. He was all enthused about going to the first football game. He hadn't met Vicky yet, but knew that I was dating her. I said that I would probably invite her to the game, hoping I wasn't showing how enthused I was to know that he would be safely out of the way for a couple of hours. I didn't buy tickets for the game. When I called her, she was just as enthused, whispering that her panties were already wet.
When Tim told me that he was going to go early to watch the teams warm up, I replied that Vicky and I wouldn't, but that let me know that he would be out of the room some time before the game started. I called Vicky again and told her to arrive early, and be near our dorm, that I would meet her as soon as I knew Tim wasn't around.
Tim hurried off after lunch, earlier than I had expected. I had to wait for Vicky to arrive. When she did, grinning, I realized that others in the dorm could see me taking her in. I couldn't change that, just hoping that they would assume that we would be going to the game later.
In our room, after I had taken her coat, Vicky glanced around, recognizing the bedspread on my bed.
"Clean sheets," I murmured.
She just nodded with deep hum, giving me slight smile, as she began to unbutton her blouse. I had wondered how we would start, didn't have to any more. We stripped off our clothes as fast as we could with aroused expressions. When she had taken of her panties, she automatically fluffed up her pubic hair. I jostled my sack free of my thigh, my cock already standing out from my balls. She looked at it with another hum, glancing from my bed to Tim's and my desks, then recognizing which one was mine from my old dictionary.
She smiled slightly with aroused nipples and hummed again, murmuring:
"On your desk, like in the kitchen, lick and fuck."
Even a less obedient younger brother wouldn't deny that kind of a request. I almost swept everything else all my desk, leaving my dictionary for her to rest her head on. Before I turned back from dumping the things on my bed, she was already sitting on my desk, dropping back and drawing her thighs up. I dropped to my knees, only enjoying the view of her open pussy long enough to recognize that it was already moist, and then I was tasting it, and soon it was more than moist.
How many weeks had it been since I had tasted it? "Like in the kitchen," lick her asshole too. I did and she moaned and began to rub herself. Yeah, when she had done that, when we had been doing it like this, she came, spurting in my mouth - all her good pussy juice! And then we had fucked, and how we had fucked! And my cock was as stiff as it could be, wanting to fuck!
