My name is Amy. My best friend is Dana. This is a story about a little dilemma the two of us had, and how we overcame it by being open-minded and unafraid.
Last year, Dana and I were roommates in our university dorm. We were first-year students and we shared our part of the floor with eight other girls.
We're both pretty friendly and attractive people. I'm probably a little more outgoing than she is; I don't mind speaking up in class and talking to strangers -- she's a little more shy, but she quickly gains confidence once she gets to know the person she's talking to. She also gets better marks, because she takes better notes and spends more time studying. I'm doing fine, but I sometimes choose watching TV or talking on the phone over my books. We're both dark-haired - I'm dark brown while hers is jet-black - and she has a short cut while mine is shoulder-length. I'm a little taller (5'5 to her 5'3), but we both have similar builds - the kind that make men turn their heads just a little when we walk down the street. But just a little - we're not sluts that advertise free samples, and men know not to ogle us or act gross.
Having a roomate was strange for both of us - together in a little room about 12 by 15 feet. That was okay - we came out of it as best friends - but it was a little weird at times living so close with someone else. We had our share of fights and problems, but also had a lot of good times and new experiences. That was particularly the case after February 25, when something really weird happened.
Basically, here's what happened. The laundry room was above our own room, and one night the ceiling over my bed started dripping water just before we were going to bed. We called building maintenance, but they said they couldn't fix it until morning. I got really mad - it was getting all over my mattress and beginning to soak it. So Dana said we could share her bed for the night.
That was fine - I've shared beds lots of times at pyjama parties and so had she. So we stretched the covers over us as best we could and snuggled together to keep warm (after all, it was February). We talked for a little bit but I quickly drifted off to sleep. I've always been a light sleeper and I move in and out of consciousness a lot during the night, while Dana tends to take longer but stays in a deep sleep until morning.
About two in the morning, something woke me up. I only vaguely remember exactly what happened - I remember dreaming about my high school boyfriend, and how we would lie together and just pet each other real slowly. It was such a nice dream, and I remember seeing the hazy image of my boyfriend being replaced by the dark walls of our room, the moonlight through the window, and Dana's body beside me.
But as I became more awake, I realized that we were touching each other! My crotch was against her leg, and I was absent-mindedly rubbing myself against her. And her hand was stretched over me and her fingers were massaging my breast.
That was really weird and I started to freak out. But I didn't - instead, I just kept rubbing against Dana' thigh. Meanwhile Dana kept feeling me up. I realized that it felt really good; I had broke up with my boyfriend last fall, and all winter I had to play with myself to keep me sexually satisfied (and only when Dana was sleeping). I have lots of fun touching myself, but it's nothing compared to having someone else's hands roam all over me.
I started rubbing my clit harder against her body, and even touched her breast through her pyjama top. She began to moan and shifted so that she was positioned against my leg, and started rubbing as well. Dana didn't have a boyfriend either, and she was probably as hungry for sex as I was.
Suddenly her eyes opened and she looked at me! I froze and stopped; this could have been a very awkward moment. But instead we just kept looking at each other, for what seemed like an eternity.
Finally we started to move toward each other, not looking away. Our lips met and we began to kiss. Locked together, we started to rub our pussies against each other again, and each of us put both hands on the other's breasts. I began to unbutton her top - mine was a pullover and she put her fingers underneath and pushed it up. We began to boldly fondle each other's bare breasts, all the time still kissing and rubbing.
I had a very conservative upbringing and it seemed that what we were doing was so wrong, but it just felt so good! Dana's breasts are slightly smaller than my own 36-Ds, and it was really amazing to massage them and how different they felt from my own - they were firmer and the nipples were more erect than mine. I had never touched another girl's breasts before and it was a fascinating experience for me.
Dana later told me she felt the same way, and was totally focused on feeling my bigger breasts and how they jiggled in her hands. We even rubbed our pussies differently - I was really fast, while she just took one long extended rub after another against me.
For about five minutes we just lay there, playing sexually with each other. Then I got a little bolder and reached down to her pyjama bottoms. I began to tug at them and her panties underneath. Soon she started to reach for mine and slid them down enough that part of my pussy was exposed. Her fingers began to explore me, slowly thrusting inside. Meanwhile, I put two fingers right on her clitoris and gave her the slow smooth strokes she had been giving herself.
I don't know how long this lasted. There I was, with my top pushed up and my bottoms pulled down, my bare breasts and pussy totally on display for another woman, fondling each other's tits and engaging in mutual masturbation. Her fingers, lubricated by my own slickness, slipped in and out of me, while my own touched and fondled her sexy little bud. It was only after a blissful but agonizingly long time that I finally began to orgasm, my body shaking and gasps escaping from my mouth. The sounds must have made Dana start to come, because soon she began to breath more quickly and sharply, and began to rub harder against my fingers. We both came twice within a few minutes of each other. We slowly relaxed and let our hands fall away from each other's bodies while our arms and legs remained intertwined. I slowly drew the covers back up over us, and we fell asleep together.
A few hours later I woke up suddenly. The sun was streaming through the window and I opened my eyes to see myself wrapped around Dana's body. My pyjamas had slipped back into place, but her top was unbuttoned and I could see her nipple peeking out.
I slowly realized what had happened. It seemed dreamlike, but seeing Dana's bare breast left no doubt - we had sex with each other last night.
I was horrified. I had never done such a disgusting thing in my life even close to this. This meant I was a lesbian. It meant that I didn't want a man; that I wasn't satisfied by a nice hard cock inside me; that I was turned on by other girls' breasts instead of naked men's cocks like a normal happy woman.
Dana was still in her deep sleep as always. I slowly extricated myself from her body and got out of bed. Still stunned, I gathered my shower things and went down the hall where I stood underneath a hot, cleansing stream of water. I soaped up my body, as usual paying particular attention to my big breasts that always enjoy a good wet fondling. I began to feel them, massaging my nipples while thinking about all the lovely men I'd ever known. My hand dropped down between my legs, and I started to play with myself while thinking about nothing but penises. No personalities, no faces, just hard, erect cocks waiting to enter my body. I thought about one poised to slide into my pussy, while a second entered my mouth. This felt good. It didn't take long for me to come, my legs shaking as I thought about a solid six inches penetrating deep inside me.
I relaxed as the water flowed and dripped down my naked body and I absent-mindedly continued to touch myself. Now I felt a lot better. I wasn't a lesbian - just hungry for sexual activity. My appetite for men was unchanged.
As I reached for the shampoo, I began to hear sounds in the next stall as someone entered and quickly turned on the water. I heard the flow change as whoever it was got in underneath and the water hit her skin.
Soon after that, I heard something else. I was busily shampooing my hair and couldn't make it out very clearly, but it was plain enough. It was the sounds I had just been making - a series of high-pitched gasps. I also had a pretty good idea of who it was. It sounded like Dana.
My best friend was masturbating right beside me. Did she know I was so close? Probably not - there were two other shower stalls and it sounded like they were both in use. I wondered if anyone had heard me earlier.
I stood there, still under my own hot stream of water, my hands greasy from the shampoo. And it was so easy and natural to do what I did next. My fingertips returned to my bare breasts, and I began to stroke my nipples. That felt very nice. I could hear Dana gasping more sharply and realized that she was about to have her orgasm, and suddenly it seemed very important than we come together. So I reached down to my clit, rubbing it quickly with one hand while the other kept stroking my breasts And what did I think about? I thought about Dana, soaking wet with all her clothes off, totally nude and playing with herself, feeling her sexy breasts and making herself come. My own gasps mixed with hers as our orgasms washed over us.
Suddenly things were much quieter, with only the steady noise of the water. I stood there silently, with the shampoo still dripping down my naked body. I didn't know what to do next.
Then Dana spoke. "Amy?"
"Dana?"
"Hi." Her voice was soft and hesitant.
"Hi back."
She was quiet, so I continued: "Um, how's it going?' (Hey, what would you say?)
"Okay."
I started to rinse the soap and shampoo off myself. "Listen," I said, "I'm nearly done here in the shower, and then I've got to get to class." I didn't know what else to say. Shouldn't we be talking? Or was it best to just forget about everything? Could we?
"Okay. Uh, Amy?"
I anticipated her. "You want to talk? Later?"
"Yeah."
