Gracie slammed the door, letting her purse slide down her arm to thud against the shiny light brown floorboards. Her roommate, Juline, poked her head out of her room at the commotion.
"I've had it," Gracie informed her. "Men are scum."
"Come, now. It can't be that bad," Juline assured her. "There are some...granted, hard to find...good ones out there."
"I can't find any," Gracie huffed, sinking miserably into the plush blue and black couch in front of the TV and clicking the set on. She pulled her feet up under her and scrolled through the channels, not looking up from what she was doing as she added, "And don't try telling me how great some men are when you don't even like men."
Juline sat down, cross-legged, next to her roommate on the couch. "It's not really that I don't like men, G. I just like women better." She momentarily allowed her eyes to drift over the other girl's curves wistfully, longingly. The reason she'd moved in with her in the first place had been her instantaneous attraction when they'd met. Unfortunately, every effort and every hint over the last year and a half had been successfully ignored or brushed off...leaving the young lesbian quite frustrated.
Gracie let out an irritated sigh and crossed her arms, leaving the remote on the arm of the couch. "Well, maybe I'll try women out for awhile. Men don't seem to be working for me."
Juline smiled a half-smile. While she welcomed her roommate's thoughts about women, she knew it probably wasn't something she'd thought all the way through, especially as she'd made small comments along the same lines before, but never been daring enough to try it. This time, though, a little devil goaded her to give her a solid chance to prove she intended to do what she had said.
"You don't really mean it," she said softly, scooting a little closer and snagging the remote. She clicked the channel over to the afternoon news.
Gracie grabbed the remote back and resumed watching her movie special, "Halloween" (the original) on full volume.
"You don't know what he's done this time," She nearly spat. "There's no way he's getting a pass on this one."
"It must be really bad for you to be watching horror shows," Juline observed, reaching over to switch off the TV and letting the remote fall to the floor. She turned so she was facing her slightly younger roommate. "What has he done this time?" She inquired softly.
Chad had been a source of unhappiness to Gracie almost from the moment she'd met him, doing one thing after another to hurt her, sometimes on purpose, but a lot of the time just because it was something he'd always done and didn't think twice about. Juline had been advising her to dump him for the longest time, but his charm and his muscled figure had always won out over her urgings. Chad would smile and slide his tongue along some pleasant part of Gracie, and she would jump straight back into bed with him, only to be huddled in a ball on the couch days, or even hours later, crying over his latest offense. This time, Juline hoped he had finally gone too far for Gracie to forgive him.
"He slept with Joy...and Emily."
Juline sat back a little in shock...and a little in relief that he had pushed her friend to the brink at last. "Your Joy and Emily?"
Gracie nodded. "I don't think I'll ever forgive them either. How do you betray your friend like that?" She swiped at a tear winding its way down her cheek. "And Emily is my little sister for goodness-sake." She hit the arm of the couch with a balled up fist. "How does someone do that?"
Juline wrapped her arms around her, nestling her under her chin and stroking her arm softly. Gracie wrapped her arm around her waist in return, letting a few more tears slip out.
"It's going to be okay, G." Juline wiped at the tears on her friend's face. "Don't cry, sweet. They're not worth it."
Gracie nodded in agreement, swiping away the last of the tears. "You're right, Juli...and I still have you." She grinned in sudden jest, wet eyes sparkling. "And at least I know you'll never sleep with my boyfriend."
Juline smiled back, looking down at her. Their faces were inches apart, and as she realized this, her smile slowly faded, replaced with seriousness.
"What is it?" Gracie asked, trying to sit up. Juline tightened her grip, leaned forward slightly, and suddenly pressed her mouth to the other girl's lips.
Gracie was shocked at first, taken aback by the sudden embrace. While she had known the other woman had felt this way about her, having overheard the final fight with her last girlfriend six months ago when the girl had yelled she was leaving because "all you ever think about is that little ripe kitten in the next room", she'd never expected her to make a move on her. It was a little intimidating—and exciting at the same time. Juline pulled away when she felt her resistance.
"You said you were done with men and wanted to try women," She reminded her, smoothing a stray strand of golden brown hair back behind Gracie's ear. "Here's your chance to see what it's like, sweet. I promise I'll make it good for you."
Gracie hesitated before nodding, almost undetectably. Ever since overhearing that fight, she had been curious how it would feel to be with her in bed as her lover. Tasting her mouth, her breasts; feeling her caressing her body with her slender fingers as she kissed her deeply. What's more, in spite of her non-participation in the first kiss, she'd felt the first small glimmers of arousal as Juline's soft, firm lips moved over hers. "Ok," She agreed softly.
Juline slid her fingertips down the side of Gracie's face, letting them linger at her mouth, sliding her thumb across her lower lip before capturing it again with her own lips and replacing the digit with her tongue. Gracie's lips trembled at first, but soon she returned the kiss fully as arousal crept in again, and opened her mouth to deepen her kiss with the gorgeous young lesbian. Juline let out a soft moan and tightened her arms, turning them so Gracie was lying almost flat on her back, the other girl on top, her right hand starting to explore her curves, sliding quietly under her pink cotton shirt to cup her bare breast. She let out a low chuckle.
"Looks like someone forgot something today."
Gracie buried her suddenly red face in her friend's neck. "It's washday, remember. I put it in the wash."
"All the better to touch you," her new love responded, eyes sparkling at a reference to "Little Red Riding hood"—one of their favorite fairy tales, a hobby they shared with a reading night once a month—before capturing her mouth again with undisguised lust in her kiss. Her fingers moved to the nipple, first flicking lightly with her nail, then pinching it between thumb and finger. Gracie arched up, pleasure spiraling through her at the caress. Chad had never taken the time to make her feel good before he'd taken his own pleasure in her body.
Before she realized, her shirt was gone, and Juline's mouth had replaced her fingers, sucking and licking at the hard-as-pearl nub. She gasped as her body rose up in pleasure for a second time. The tongue swirling around her nipple was warm, sending spirals of excitement down through her body to her heating clit. Her new position gave room for her hand to wander lower, moving its way between her legs and under her thin purple skirt, quickly finding the throbbing button Gracie was starting to have a hard time ignoring.
One last time, Gracie was unsure at how thing were progressing, but the soft stroking of her roommate's slender fingers through her blue silk panties, pressing against her pussy, soon had her melting in a pool of excitement, the scent of her arousal drifting in the air, teasing at their senses as the fingers teased at her clit.
Juline left off playing with her satin smooth breasts and began moving lower, kissing down her flat, toned stomach, stopping briefly to swirl her tongue around her bellybutton.
Gracie moaned again and Juline looked up, her expression suddenly darkening with uncontained lust.
She moved up to cover the younger woman with her body, kissing her deeply, spearing her tongue between her lips to caress the inside as a lover.
The second time her tongue darted inside her mouth, she moved her fingers back to the woman's pussy, slipping beneath her panties to stroke the lips drenched with her juices. Gracie moaned again as she felt the first full shot of lust burst through her body. She placed her hand on Juline's head and moved her down, feeling her press a few soft kisses to her body on the way, until her mouth had reached the soft, short curls between her thighs, her hands dragging off her panties as she traveled down.
She touched with just her tongue at first, letting the tip flick against her clit, and then slide the length of her slit, tasting her, finally, after 18 months of torment.
Each teasing flick was another drop of fuel on Gracie's fire of arousal. When she couldn't stand it any longer, she reached down, winding her fingers through her lover's hair and pressing her closer. Juline responded by coiling her tongue around her clit and sucking it with gentle, steady pressure into her mouth.
She nearly came apart, her hips lifting up from the couch as she squealed in pleasurable surprise. Juline slid two fingers up into her dripping, heated pussy, curling it up to hit her g-spot. She thrashed on the couch, her hips lifting, trying to make the other woman finger fuck her, but she merely let out a slight chuckle, pressing the eager young woman's hips down, forcing her to stay still as she enjoyed her taste of what she had been craving for so long.
