Academy Tales A Roommates Lesson

Gina tossed her bag onto the growing pile of discarded coats and scarves on the chair in the entryway and stumbled into the bathroom, exhausted from the day's lessons. She slowly opened her shirt, relieving the poor buttons from their heroic task of staying fastened over her ample breasts. Not taking her eyes off of her reflection, she grabbed a washcloth from the basket on the counter and soaked it with warm water from the faucet. They had been practicing stroking cocks with their tits, and hers -- along with the lace bra they were spilling out of -- were covered in Professor Dennison's sticky cum. She had licked up what landed on her lips, but she liked the feeling of walking through the halls "dirty". Sure, the whole academy was brimming with sex, but this was a little extra naughtiness. It may only be her first year at Mason's, but she still intended to get her money's worth. No slacking for this star student.

She stepped out of her skirt and kicked it over to the laundry basket, nearly catching it on the point of her stiletto heel. Her bra followed, and dressed only in her bra and shoes, rubbing the warm cloth over her pink nipples, she was starting to get wet again. As she was bent over her bureau, searching her panty drawer for the sucking clit vibrator she loved, an appreciative whistle came from the doorway. Her roommate, Jocelyn, leaned against the frame, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"Miss me?"

"Where were you? I thought Dennison's practical was mandatory." Jocelyn had been known to slack a bit -- she'd already been in the stocks twice this semester -- but missing a class on a day when the headmaster was co-teaching was nearly unheard of.

"Mandatory if you didn't check 'bisexual' or 'pan' on your intake form. If you did, you got to choose between Dennison's class and Ms. Bancs' seminar."

Gina flushed, annoyed with herself for forgetting that was even an option. She had simply checked "straight" on the intake, but only because she'd never been with anyone but a few boyfriends before she'd come here. And yes, she got wet in class watching the other girls, but who wouldn't when the literal subject was sex?

Jocelyn, mistaking her embarrassment for something else, quickly said "don't worry -- I'm not going to steal your innocence with my big, bad, pussy-licking tendencies. You're perfectly safe to go about your business -- and the blue sucking thing is on your bedside table. You never put it away."

"No, I...I didn't mean...I just forgot it was a thing."

"What, liking girls?"

"No, just...the class I mean."

"Unsurprising -- given what I know of you so far, I'd wager you've never even tasted your own pussy, much less anyone else's."

Gina snorted, and sat on her bed, very studiously paying attention to the creases in the comforter. She hadn't, of course, but she hated when Jocelyn was right.

"Hey -- I didn't mean it to upset you. There's nothing wrong with sticking to...stick shift. Though there is something to be said for the skills of someone who knows what it feels like to have a pussy and has played with one every day of their life for years. Well, anyway -- I'm clearly over-dressed here." She quickly shimmied out of her uniform, leaving only her thigh-high white socks and pulling on a loose, sheer sweater. She threw herself onto the mass of pillows that covered her own bed, sighing contentedly. She turned her head toward Gina and grinned.

"Be honest, speaking of loving cocks -- did you fit three of them between those knockers for your practice today?"

Gina threw her own pillow across the room and Jocelyn snatched it from the air. Grinning wickedly, she sat up and slipped the pillow between her legs, her shirt pulling up as she rocked against it.

"Hey -- some of us only have the one pillow," said Gina distractedly as she watched her roommate rub her clit against the pillow where Gina's own face had been moments before. She had to change the topic -- focus on something else. "What exactly did you do with Ms. Bancs?" Shit. If she'd wanted a diversion from the thought of Jocelyn's wet pussy, a girl-on-girl class wasn't exactly the way to go. But it was too late now.

"We had to practice different positions for oral sex."

"How many can there be? You lie on your back, there's a face between your legs."

Jocelyn grinned. "You really have been sheltered, haven't you?" Before she could protest, Jocelyn crossed over to her and laid back on Gina's bed. "Here, I'll show you -- get up on your knees."

Gina opened her mouth to protest, but she was curious now. She got up on her knees, and Jocelyn slid her head under her, dark hair fanning around her face. Her green eyes sparkled as she playfully stuck out her tongue, stopping just short of contact.

"I could eat you this way, with you riding my face. It's a good one for you to play with my tits, or even lean forward and get me off at the same time." She slipped out from under Gina and turned her in the other direction, putting her head back in its place.

"Or, you could face this way, so you can grab the headboard, get more leverage to really ride my tongue." She sat up, took Gina by the hand, and pulled her over to sit on the couch. Then she stood on the cushions, straddling Gina's face, mere centimeters away. Jocelyn did have a beautiful pussy, she had to admit. Waxed bare, soft lips, and glistening wet. Clearly this wasn't just the cheeky lesson she had intended -- she was getting turned on. And so was Gina. Try as she might to brush this off, the slickness on her thighs betrayed her.

She crossed her legs as Jocelyn sat next to her, but she had already seen. Jocelyn smiled, almost shyly now. Tentatively, she traced a finger along Gina's thigh, gliding along the wetness there. Gina put a hand on hers to stop her, but surprised herself by moving Jocelyn's hand higher. Teasingly, Jocelyn pulled her hand back, and pulled her shirt over her head. Her hair fell over her breasts, grazing her nipples, and

Gina felt herself turning, straddling her roommate's lap, hovering just over her.

Jocelyn looked up questioningly, and Gina nodded, moaning as Jocelyn caught one of her breasts with her soft hands and began sucking her nipple while pinching and pulling at the other. Her hips began to move, almost of their own accord, and she found her own bare pussy pressed up against Jocelyn's, the sound of their wetness as they stroked against each other so loud she worried the girls in the next room might hear.

Jocelyn took Gina's other breast in her mouth, then slid her other hand down her stomach, fingers barely fluttering against her now aching clit. She pressed into Jocelyn's hand, and Jocelyn slid a finger inside of her, stroking gently. Jocelyn pulled her hand away, and sucked Gina off of her finger, closing her eyes in pleasure. "I want to taste you. Really taste you." She laid back on the couch, and Gina turned around, facing toward Jocelyn's body, tentatively fondling Jocelyn's tits as she sat back and pressed into the warm, wet, tongue that had begun lapping at her pussy.

Jocelyn had been right -- having a pussy yourself clearly made a difference -- none of her boyfriends had ever done whatever Jocelyn was doing that felt so fucking good. She grew more assertive in her explorations of her roommate's body, and squeezed her breasts, feeling a moan against her as she flicked her thumb over the nipples. The vibrations tipped her over the edge, and she came as Jocelyn lapped up her dripping cum.

Jocelyn laid back, and moved as if to get up, but Gina slid both hands from her breasts down her stomach, and began stroking small circles over Jocelyn's swollen clit. Jocelyn gasped in surprise and pleasure, then began plunging her tongue into Gina once more. She matched her licking and sucking to the rhythm of Gina's stroking, both moaning as they got closer and closer to release. Gina pulled her hand away, and Jocelyn's tongue briefly stopped in disappointment, until Gina leaned forward, lying on top of her, and replaced her finger strokes with flicks of her tongue. Jocelyn licked and sucked harder, and Gina began to follow her lead, burying her face deeper between Jocelyn's legs, her tits grazing against her roommate as she rocked back and forth, sucking and being sucked.

They came together, drenching one another's lips. Gina turned around to face Jocelyn, who pulled her down, sucking herself off of Gina's tongue. They licked at each other's lips, and Gina slid a hand down to Jocelyn's still dripping pussy.

"You know, that was only one position -- I think we have time for you to show me the rest."