Diversity Twins
"Raya, could we do that thing we did last Thursday?" Madde was digging into the carton of egg foo young with her chopsticks. Why bother with bowls or plates? It was pretty late on a Tuesday night and they had been studying hard all day, all week, in fact, because finals were happening and neither young woman wanted to flunk. The Diversity Twins, as the roommates called themselves, were both pretty driven. A lot of people went to USF just to party and catch a mate. Raya and Madde wanted to set themselves up to make serious money in their first jobs after graduation.
Neither dated a lot, but they enjoyed a serious cuddle with a buffed dude from time to time to relieve the tension.
They coined their nickname because people were always asking "what they were" and the answer wasn't easy, even if it was irrelevant. Raya had come on scholarship from Malaysia. She was tall, cinnamon-colored with a full head of hair that she just let go wild, almond eyes, but they were bright green, high breasts, an African ass and very kissable lips. Her parentage included most of the people of Malaysia, plus a wandering Irishman, and an Ethiopian grandmother. Sometimes she told people she was a third cousin to Tiger Woods.
Madde looked looked like her Swedish great-grandmother, except she had a natural tan, Moorish eyes, and the strong nose of her Kashmiri mom. In humid weather her straight blonde hair suddenly crinkled, revealing the mistress her Nordic grandfather impregnated on a sojourn in Ghana. Madde's figure was thick and creamy. When she moved stuff wiggled.
Raya was pretending to study as she considered Madde's question. Last Thursday had been special, but a little disturbing. See, both she and Madde fucked men. Still, because of their 'exotic' looks some lesbian women on campus had hit on both of them. And Danni McCarthy, lots of tats, lats, and fats, with skinned purple hair had mocked them in a bar one night, calling out for all the bar to hear, "Here come the closeted lezzie twins. Bitches won't give me even a taste." Because she pawed Raya's tit as Raya walked past the bar, Raya punched her in the cunt hard enough so it would be remembered for quite a while.
Until this past Thursday Raya and Madde had not touched each other with any sexual fire. But they weren't shy with each other about sex. They had a great suite just off campus which was granted to students with sterling GPAs. They had written the application essay together and it had really impressed the committee. So now they had the big bedroom with the bay window looking out over the park and the great little kitchen that they both actually used.
Nights, they lay in their queen beds and talked about their dates or their fantasies or their problems. Raya liked to sleep in men's boxers and an oversized t-shirt. Madde preferred a singlet and light cotton briefs. They both liked to shower at night and were not shy about being seen naked. Madde complimented Raya's warm red-brown skin, high pointed breasts with dark nipples. Raya admired Madde's thick natural breasts, curvy tummy with its deep navel, and her wide, firm ass.
Once in bed they loved to tease each other with their stories.
"Raya, I had no idea, looking at Ryan on the field that he was carrying that kind of baggage in his shorts. The boy is really well hung, and he just
manscapes
that engine until it is squeaky smooth. I was almost embarrassed by my own delicate fuzzies down there. I was afraid he might be grossed out by my little blonde bush. But he didn't have any trouble at all doing his damndest to get it nice and slippery in its own way."
"Was he any good at that?"
Madde took some time to answer.
"Hey, over there? Cat got your tongue? Maybe remembering how the tongue got your cat? Maybe remembering with your fingers?"
Madde was. But she was actually recollecting how, despite his best efforts, Ryan couldn't quite 'get it.'
"I was grateful when he actually got down to the 'old in-out.'
"Really?"
"Yup, really. Oh, I really love to have my rosebud tickled until I can't stand it. But guys just don't seem to 'get it.'
"I know.'
"I think I know why."
"Oh, yeah?" Raya didn't want to talk much because she was very quietly getting busy, just letting her long fingers dance on her lower belly. Fingernails scritching. Getting closer and closer.
"They think we want to come."
"Uh huh."
"I mean, I guess we do, but there isn't any real hurry. And
they
want to take credit for making it happen, play me like a puppet-master. They're like, 'See? Look what
I
did.
I
made her all crazy like that.
I
made her moan.
I
made her squirt."
"Bullshit." Raya could feel the heat building up below her fingers.
"Damn right
bullshit.
Because I'm not going to lose my shit until and unless
I
let it happen,
make
it happen. So, yeah, he got me started....
"How was that?" Raya had a finger barely touching her clit, waiting for....
"Well his licking got me to that place where I was beginning to feel kind of hollow and stretched inside. Like it was open, and wet, and
wanting...
You know?"
"I know." She did. Her finger had found some slick stuff and she was spreading it back and forth on her clit hood. Something was happening inside.
"He wanted to finger me. But you know how they get when they think you think you need to be fingered. They jam those digits that were just changing the oil right into you and start rammin' and jammin', and it kills the buzz that was starting. And you have to be nice, but keep them from touching the pearl. You know?"
"Oh, I know." She did. It was a familiar scenario. But she was imagining a guys fingers, and his shaved balls rubbing against her leg, her pussy wet and a little itchy from the sweet but lame licking. She was getting wet, and her fingers were beginning to find their rhythm, and she imagined that Madde a few feet away was doing something very similar, except that Madde liked to lie on her tummy. Funny how girls when they frig themselves on their backs can lie so still, but when they humped, they just could grind like crazy.
She wasn't holding still. And she was pretty sure she could see Madde's ass in the next bed rising a falling.
"So, how did he take you?" Again, Madde didn't answer right away. "Madde?"
"What?"
"How did he do it?"
"What? Like put it in me, the way guys do."
"Uh, uh. Won't do. Lotta ways, front, back, fast, slow. We, the inquiring public need to know."
Pause.
"He didn't fuck me in the ass. I don't do that...."
"But?"
"Exactly. Butt. He took me from behind."
"Doggy?" Raya actually had two fingers slipped inside herself and was very lightly stirring her honeypot. it was very good, and when Madde said 'behind' she felt her asshole clench.
"Not doggy. Flat. I was on my tummy with my nipples crushed into the bed. It felt... good."
Raya was tempted to roll over and grind, but she never got it that way. Madde went on, and her words were a little muffled now.
"He just jammed right in. It was perfect. My legs were together, so it was so tight, but I was so...
"So..?"
"...wet, so he could just... '
"Just...?"
"...
ram
in and go as deep as he needed, 'cause he was bouncing on my...uh...ass."
Madde was breathing in short gasps. Raya groaned.
"(Gasp.) You okay?"
"Fine, just, fine. Please don't stop."
"What?"
"That sounded so sexy. Specially 'cause your voice is all throaty."
"I...cant't talk, but (gasp) I'll try... Oh!...Couldn't help that one. Anyway, he... ah...ah... he was going really... deep in me, just touching... way inside. At first... oh!...slow, and that was good, just going all the way in, and then pulling almost all the way out..."
Raya was getting sloppy wet and usually she didn't or she
