Cat Does The College Thing

My name is Cat and this is the story of how I became a cliche'.

Everyone's heard about girls experimenting with other girls in college. While I didn't plan on becoming one of those girls before I went there, it didn't take me long to join the ranks. Though, I'm not sure what we did was "experimenting" in the true sense of the word. Well, unless you consider it an attempt to prove the hypothesis "I want to fuck this girl."

I've mentioned my best friend Emily before, but she was not actually my roommate when I started college. Even though we were going to the same school, we neglected to fill out the forms to room together. As a result we both got assigned random roommates.

Mine was Holly. She was a tall, thin girl. In high school she'd played volleyball, and she was strong and lithe without being any less feminine. She had blonde hair that she'd only lately let grow out, so it was still just to her shoulders. She kept getting frustrated with it and vowing to cut it off, but she never did. She had the prettiest blue eyes - just deep and flickering. You could see all sorts of colors in there if you looked long enough.

Holly had a boyfriend who was going to an expensive private school. Her family couldn't afford that, even though she had the grades to get in. So she was here with us, hundreds of miles away from him. They'd decided to stay together but also date other people, which

always

works out great.

Holly was also bisexual. She was the first person I'd ever met who was open about being anything but straight. You gotta realize, this was some time ago. No internet meant you only knew about the people you met in person and very few of those people were "out". It's a hard thing to accept yourself as part of a community if you're the only one it.

But accepting herself was pretty much Holly's defining trait. I don't think she even understood what self-doubt

was

. I liked her from day one.

The boundaries of her open relationship were something her and her boyfriend worked out. Basically, he was allowed to date other people, and she was allowed to date other people as long as those people didn't have a penis. She thought the distinction was silly, but she had reluctantly agreed to it.

The reason she accepted the arrangement was that she was the kind of person who needed to be touched. I figured this out over the first couple of weeks. We'd sometimes hug, and on the days we didn't she'd just wilt. She didn't know anyone else at this college, you see. In high school she'd been part of a large group of touchy-feely friends. Not sexual, just plain human contact.

When I finally noticed how much she seemed revived by a simple touch, I made a point of hugging her every day. When leaving and when coming back, when waking or before going to bed, or whatever other excuse I could come up with. It made her so happy, and that made me happy. I did not at any point worry that she would get the wrong idea, by the way. Her actions toward me were always completely platonic.

Of course, she wanted the non-platonic kind of touching too. She had thought it wouldn't be difficult to find a girl to date on campus, but it turned out to be much harder than she anticipated. There were limited places to meet other girls. When she did, they would often reject her as soon as she told them she was bisexual.

I knew she was getting rejected a lot, though not the details. But I saw her keep going out again and again, continuing to try to find someone. I couldn't think of any way to help her, so I just gave her more hugs.

Then came one night when she was out on a date and I was sitting around in the room craving some intimate contact myself. There were plenty of options for a straight girl to get some dick, of course. But I'd only been on campus a couple of months at this point and didn't know quite where to start. So... basically I hadn't gotten laid since I arrived.

Since she would be gone for a bit, I decided to take care of some of that need myself. I sometimes masturbated at night, but the need to be quiet meant that I was always holding back. Having the room to myself meant I could go all out. I stripped naked, got settled on my bed at the bottom of the loft, and resolved to really take my time with it.

She'd been gone about fifteen minutes and I was just working myself up to my first orgasm. I had big plans for several of them in the next hour while I would be alone. Panting and moaning, I felt my body start to stiffen up and began rubbing my clit faster to put me over the edge.

And then Holly walked into the room.

I mean, I'd locked the door. I wasn't

that

careless. But I'd been so into what I was doing that I hadn't heard her key. Apparently the date had failed before it even started - the girl had only showed up to turn her down.

I frantically pulled the sheet up over me, but it was obvious what I was doing. I'm sure I made quite a sight. I'm only 5'3" but I have C cup breasts that seem large on my short torso. I had my auburn hair tied back in a scrunchy, and I was flushed from my erect nipples up to my round face. People always said I looked innocent and cute until they saw my wanton expressions I'd make when I was about to get off. Like right then. I felt embarrassment at being caught but also frustration at having my climax ruined at the last second like that.

Holly tried valiantly to hide her grin and failed. But after being frozen for a moment, she picked up her little bathroom bag, cool as you could be, and said, "I'm going to go brush my teeth." Then she headed out the door to the communal bathroom down the hall.

She was gone a long time, so I think she might have been trying to give me time to finish getting off. But the mood was ruined, so instead I got dressed in my pajamas right away. As a result, I sat there a long time waiting for her to come back so I could apologize.

The first thing I said was, "I really did lock the door, I just didn't hear you."

"It's fine," she said, putting her bag back on her shelf..

"I'm really embarrassed," I continued. "You shouldn't have to walk in on me doing that." After a moment I added, "Thanks for not making a big deal about it."

"Well, I didn't want to rub it in," she replied. Then grinned again as she added, "It seemed like you were already doing that, after all."

I giggled in spite of my embarrassment. "Okay, fine - you get

one

joke," I allowed.

"So," she said, turning to look at me as she leaned back against her desk. "Did you finish?" she added with a raised eyebrow.

"I... no! Of course not!"

"Why not? Gonna do it later and pretend I don't hear you?"

Now she was flat out smirking at me and I felt a whole new kind of embarrassment. Apparently I was not as quiet as I thought I was. "Shit."

She laughed and shook her head. "It's not like I don't do the same thing."

Wanting to tease her back I replied, "I know, I can hear

you

, too." I closed my eyes and clenched my body up in a tight ball, then imitated the grunting curses I would hear at night. "Goddammit! Fuck!" When I opened my eyes she was staring at me open-mouthed. "It sounds like you're trying to open a pickle jar up there," I told her.

"Well, I'm sorry!" she laughed. "In the future I'll try to masturbate more erotically for you!"

"Well, I would appreciate that!"

The conversation just hung there for a bit before we laughed it off. But I kept thinking about what I'd said the rest of the evening.

Did

I want to hear Holly masturbate more? If not, why had I said that? I found myself watching her as we lounged around before bed. When she finally climbed up the ladder and I shut off the lights, I lay there in the dark wide awake and just a little nervous.

For some time nothing happened, and I chided myself for thinking that it would. But then I felt her body shift on the bed above me. Straining, I heard couple of deep breaths followed by a quiet but intense "Ooo".

My head was spinning. Was she teasing me? Would she stop in a moment and laugh? I didn't want to take it seriously and be embarrassed again. But I also felt my heart beating faster, and I

still

hadn't gotten off. My hand drifted unbidden under the waistband of my pjs. I was pretty wet already from before, and at the touch of my finger I let out a little "oh..."

She got quiet for a second, then continued her heavy breathing. I heard the sound of sheets sliding along skin, and when a bit of fabric draped over the side of her bed I realized she'd spread her legs and cast off the sheet. I was already getting hot in the pjs I'd put on, so I promptly wiggled out of my bottoms, dropping them on the floor. Then I ran my fingers through my pussy lips in the cool open air of the room.

For the next little while we both pleasured ourselves, making just enough sound for the other to hear it. Moans and quiet grunts filled the room. I tried to focus on a fantasy of some kind. Earlier I'd been thinking of guys I'd had sex with in the past, or wanted to have sex with in the future. But now all I could think about was Holly and what she was doing above me.

It didn't turn me off, though. Quite the opposite. I pictured her in my mind - her long slender legs parted and her hand massaging her clit. The way her face would look as she made those noises. Knowing she was doing this for

me

made it even hotter, and I didn't have to fake any of my arousal.

I worked myself slowly up to the edge. My moans got louder and louder. When my breath was ragged and my mouth was getting dry I couldn't take it any more and bore down hard on my clit, rubbing it quickly. "Oh, I'm cumming..." I said softly. And then I was coasting through my climax, body shaking and hand frantically working at my sex. I was sure I was getting the sheet wet below me, but I didn't care. I felt like I was slick enough to slide right off the bed.

In moments I heard her orgasm take hold. "Me toooo...." she moaned as she came. For a bit the room became a bedlam of horniness as we got off together. The loft creaked just a bit from her movements above me, till eventually we both wound down and became quiet again. The whole room smelled of sex.

After a minute, she said softly, "Better?"

I smiled contentedly and answered, "Much."

We both chuckled and lay quietly until we drifted off to sleep.

The next few days were... weird. I was suddenly

very

aware of where she was at all times. The sheer presence of her body in the room would give me goosebumps. I snuck glances at her as she sat at her desk concentrating on a book or stood at the closet selecting something to wear. We didn't talk about what happened, and we didn't do it again. If anything, she was a little colder to me than before. There was a little holding back each time she'd hug me, like she didn't want to give me the wrong idea.

I needed the space, though. In my mind I was sorting through my feelings. It might have started as a one-time thing due to incredible horniness, but I had enjoyed the

fuck

out of that experience. I didn't feel ashamed or guilty. I thought about her constantly. I wanted to see her as she came - I wanted to feel her body as she came.

By the time Friday arrived I'd made up my mind. I was going to seduce Holly.

We'd often watch movies together on those nights - usually me lying on my bed and her on the floor where we could both see our little TV. But while she was gone during the day, I re-arranged my bed to turn it into more of a couch. With pillows propped against the wall, it made a cozy place for two people to sit cuddled up. Just looking at it made me excited.

I went out to rent a movie and came back with "Top Gun". Which was a strange choice, but it was the first one I saw on the shelf and I frankly didn't care. I just wanted to get the night going as fast as possible.

When she got back to the room that night she looked at the little nest I'd made with curiosity. I watched her change into sweatpants and a t-shirt. She always did it behind the closet door where I couldn't see. When she came out I looked at her more frankly than I had all week. I was getting obsessed with her slender limbs and torso, with her small breasts barely pushing out the t-shirt. I wanted to feel myself wrapped up in her arms.

I started the movie and she made to lie on the floor, but I grabbed her arm and patted the bed next to me. She hesitated a long time, but then took a seat. Her long legs stretched out to hang over the edge, and I leaned over to rest my head on her shoulder. I felt her hold and then release a long breath.

I'd never done this before, but I'd had guys do it to me. Oblivious to the movie, I worked up the steps as I remembered them. Adjusting my sitting posture to bring our hips into contact. Resting a hand casually on her leg. Rubbing my face slowly against her arm. Then shifting over further to lay partly in her lap, the back of my head brushing her chest.

My stealthiness was somewhat undone by going through all these steps in about twenty seconds, but then I always was an impatient girl.

"What are you doing?"

I sat up, looking at her from just a few inches away. "Trying something out," I answered as my heart pounded away. Then I leaned in to kiss her, but she stopped me by dipping her head so our foreheads touched.

"Cat, I don't think that's a good idea."

"I've been thinking about it all week and I think it's a

great

idea."

"Well, I've been thinking about it since I moved in," she confessed with a small shudder. "You have no

idea

how much I've been thinking about it."

I slid my forehead across hers till we could make eye contact. "Why didn't you share that idea, then?"

"Because you are straight. And you're my roommate. And you're my only friend at this school. And I don't want to screw up the last two because I got confused about the first one." Her eyes were wet in the light from the TV.

I cupped my hand to her cheek and lifted her face till we were looking at each other straight on. God, her eyes were pretty. "You can't screw up. You're stuck being my friend whether you like it or not. And as for the first one... I'm not confused at all." Then I gently pressed my lips to hers.

She hesitated quite a bit before her lips parted. When she did we both moaned in unison. I kissed her deeply, taking in her smell and the feel of her skin on the palm of my hand, and the delightful way her tongue moved against mine. I felt like I was having my first kiss all over again. But better. Much better.

When we parted she was looking at me with a worried expression. But all I could do was giggle. "

That's

what kissing girls is like? Why haven't we been doing that this whole time!?"

She abruptly laughed, then hugged me fiercely. Her hair smelled like spring, and I buried my nose in it as I pushed her down to the bed till we were stretched out next to each other.

I explored her body with my hand as we kissed. Slowly I touched all those places I'd been thinking so much about. She didn't resist as I drew her shirt off over her head. Her breasts were adorable - little mounds above a whip-like torso. I ran my hand over her abdominals, feeling the strength there, and then cupped her chest as I moaned approval into her mouth. She jerked a little as I tweaked the nipple, then giggled through our kiss.

"That tickles," she said, pulling back to look me in the eyes.

I held her gaze for a moment, then slowly lowered my head to gently caress the nub with my tongue. Her chest rose at her sudden intake of breath and I grinned in triumph. "Better?" I asked, echoing her question after our mutual masturbation session.

"Much," she agreed. I spent some time thoroughly exploring her chest with my hands and mouth while she fondled my hair. I learned where I'd get the strongest reactions and leaned heavily into them until she was fairly mewling with pleasure. Eventually I lifted my head to look into those beautiful blue eyes of hers. And as I stared deep into them, I slid one hand down and inside the front of her sweats.

Her pubic hair was delicate and wispy. I watched her eyes and mouth as I went further, till my fingers started to feel the wetness of her arousal. "Cat..." she moaned. I licked my lips and crooked my finger to press deeper into the folds of her labia. She leaned her head back and shuddered, and I darted forward to lick the smooth sweep of her neck.

Sitting up, I pulled at the waistband of her sweats. She lifted her butt without hesitation, and in a moment I had pulled them off. I took a second to look her up and down - this beautiful woman laying in my bed. She was wearing white cotton panties - as basic and plain as they could be. I grinned at the wet spot spreading out from her pussy, then slid them down and off with her help.

Little blonde curls topped the wet mound of her pussy. She parted her legs slightly as I stroked her, running my fingers softly over her labia. I could see the nub of her clit protruding slightly - pink and wet from arousal. I licked my lips by reflex, then I leaned down to kiss her mouth again as I trailed my hand down her inner thigh.

I broke the kiss to give her a mischievous grin, then started to slide down her body. But here she stopped me, reaching around to hug my shoulders and arrest my movement. "Not yet - please?" she told me. "Just use your fingers for now." She used one arm to pull me back up into a kiss while the other took my hand and guided it back to her sex.

I acquiesced, relaxing into the kiss and dragging my fingers through her cleft. She released my hand and fondled my hair as I set about hunting for the touches that would get her going the most. I circled her entrance with one finger and she moaned and spread her legs wider. I slipped that finger inside to the second knuckle before drawing it back out and she whimpered into our kiss. I ran that same finger up to press gently on her clit and she gasped and shook in my arms.

The movie chattered away in the background as I settled in to get my roommate off. I fingered her in different ways as her arousal grew, always searching for what she wanted

now

. After a while she lost focus on making out with me. Her head tilted back and mouth open, she started gently trusting her hips back into my hand. I took the opportunity to nibble at her neck. Her sweat tasted as sweet as her arousal smelled.

"Oh god, Cat... right there! Harder and I'm gonna cum!" I rubbed her clit hard and fast as she began to buck in my embrace. Her whole body went rigid and she clenched her teeth as she came. Her hand in my hair grabbed on and pulled me tightly to her neck, where I could feel the pounding of her heart through her carotid artery. I watched her heels sliding around on the bed as she was wracked with pleasure.

She was trying to stay quiet so her exclamations came out as tight grunts. "Goddammit! Fuck!" she said, and I grinned madly and tried not to laugh. Finally she took a deep heaving breath and grabbed my hand to stop me. I held still and watched her relax bit by bit. Her eyes were closed and she was covered with sweat.

Still grinning at her curses, I said quietly, "That's right. You show that pickle jar who's boss."

She convulsed in laughter, eyes open and staring at me with desire. She grabbed me in a tight embrace and rolled onto her side to clutch my body to hers, then planted a wet kiss on me. "Shut up," she panted. She laughed some more, petting my hair with her hand.

We lay together like that in the afterglow for a bit, listening to the movie playing across the room. After a bit I looked up at her and asked, "Why didn't you want me to go down on you?"

She gazed at me with a beatific smile. "I just didn't want you to go too far, too fast." She stroked my face, adding, "You might end up regretting this tomorrow, after all, and so... " Here she trailed off, watching me. I'd lifted up my fingers to my mouth. They were drenched in her juices and I was slowly sucking on one after the other, making a point to lick them seductively as I looked into her eyes.