Many thanks to Quietoldie (read his tales) for his kind editing on my work. This tale is also a tribute to Lovely Day by Bi Susan, the most intriguing sapphic tale that I ever read.
AT COLLEGE
After growing up in a relatively conservative community as the only daughter of my parents, it was no surprise, looking back, that I was a little sexually repressed. Despite thinking about sex and masturbating frequently, I had relatively few opportunities to talk about sex with friends (my cousin f. e.), let alone mess around!
By the time I got to college, I had a boyfriend. We had a lot of sex together. I loved playing with his cock, taking it in my hand and stroking, and even sucking it. He also loved eating my pussy and I let him do it frequently. Of course, he took my cherry and even though I didn't let him jizz inside me I loved receiving the warm flood of sperm on my tummy when he came.
At college I missed him very much, whilst sex was always on my mind I refrained, staying faithful to my boyfriend.
Then I met Sondra, my roommate in college. She was really cool and we got to be friends pretty quickly.
Sondra, an only child like me, was inexperienced too, but she was more of an extrovert and funny. Like me she had a boyfriend at home and missed him.
Almost every night, we'd end up talking late into the night about boys and sex.
It started by us discussing the stuff we did at home with our boyfriends. Like me she loved to suck cock. She admitted she'd gobbled her neighbour's son's penis behind her boyfriend's back. I'd had the hots for another guy when I was with my boyfriend but didn't have sex with him. Knowing that my new best friend had been promiscuous when living at home was very encouraging for me.
After a few evenings we started to talk about the boys in the hall, and what it would be like to kiss this one or what that one would be like in bed or whether the rumours about another one having a very big cock were true.
Sondra was open about sex in a way that was exciting and it thrilled me.
Not many nights into what had become our routine, talking about the boys, she asked whether I ever touched myself. I had never talked to anyone about it before.
She sensed that I was hesitant and started sharing right away that she was almost a chronic masturbator. She'd do it in our room when I was at class, and in the communal bathroom or shower if she was alone, and even in bed at night when I was asleep.
Emboldened by her admissions, I admitted to doing it as well, although I still played down the frequency with which I did it.
This line of conversation got me horny, and it continued for several nights in a row. We discussed techniques (she liked to be nude and touch her breasts, for me it was not so important as I preferred to stimulate my clit). We discussed how we cleaned our pussy after masturbation (we both used kleenex, the toilet, and the shower, but she admitted to keeping her pussy wet, especially in bed).
One evening she asked me if I had ever tasted my pussy (I had, but I didn't admit it). She then told me that she used to do it and she liked the taste of her wet pussy, something like piss, but different. Sometimes she also smelled her asshole.
I liked her words. I thought they sounded sapphic and crazy hot at the same time, I rubbed my clit thinking about her doing it.
We were both worked up by the conversation and she asked if I felt like touching myself. I did, of course and admitted it. We switched the lights off and pulled the covers over ourselves. It was crazy but so hot as well. We were daring because the stigma of being lesbian was hanging over both our heads.
We were both so horny that we came quickly. It was so exciting to know that she was right across the room doing the same thing I was. I soon fell asleep. This quickly became our routine after our sex talks every night.
After touching our pussies for a few nights with the light off we did it with the light on and I stared at her naked body. A few nights later she was ready to up the ante. I wasn't going to make the move, but I was glad that she did.
After the usual boy chat, we got ready to masturbate, and she casually mentioned that she was horny enough to do anything I felt like. I knew what I wanted to do, but felt really nervous about saying it, so I echoed that I was pretty horny, too.
"Do you know Heather, that pretty girl with contact lenses and a thick black hair braid?" She asked me.
"Well, yes, I remember her. She is always very kind," I answered.
"Well, other girls say she is lesbian and Lucy, the redhead who takes the medieval literature course, is her girlfriend," she added.
"Really? I think Heather has a boyfriend, hasn't she? I said after some thought.
"Yes, she has a boyfriend, but she likes girls also. Have you ever kissed a girl?" Asked Sondra.
"No, I haven't"
"Do you want to?"
"I don't know." I said.
A few moments of silence followed, then Sondra spoke again.
"Come over here," she said.
