(femdom, lezdom, lesbian, humiliation, consensual, tennis, sperm, swallowing, cunnilingus, panties, servant, submissive)
(Copyright Nov. 2002: All copyright asserted and reserved by Kristina Katyn.)
"Virginia, you've never slept with a man have you?" Asserted my roommate mischievously from her double bed, as I picked up her clothes from the bedroom floor.
"You know I don't like men, Helen." I replied, as I scrabbled around, trying to make sense of the mixture of underthings and miscellaneous pastel items scattered all over the carpet.
Her boyfriend had left about ten minutes ago, but Helen was lying in.
"But you must be curious."
***
My mind sped me back to the few unsatisfactory gropings and fumblings from high school and university - drunken hands down my panties, sloppy kisses in dark corners - but mainly to the fact that very few boys had ever asked me out. They hadn't seemed to like me much - always asking out (and fucking) the popular and the sexy girls. And I had never been popular, or sexy.
At least to the boys.
I had drifted more and more to seeking understanding, love and pleasure with girls. Some, like me, were not popular with the boys and sought solace in their girl classmates. Others had no doubt that they wanted girls. Some liked both.
Helen liked boys. But she loved living with me because I looked after her. I did things for her, almost everything in fact. Implicitly in return she took me out with her to parties and things which I never would have been invited to without her...so long as I did what she said, what she wanted.
I accompanied her ... made her look good (OK, even better) in contrast to me.
I'm not an attractive girl. I have to face that. But I love going to parties and out with Helen. She always has a gaggle of friends around her and they talk to me too - out of politeness to Helen I suspect. But no one asks me out alone. Ever.
So Helen helps me out now and then, when I get really frustrated and need special attention, special release.
Because Helen likes girls too.
And she wants her roommate to carry on being her PERSONAL SERVANT! So
she doesn't mind "helping me out now and then".
Like the time we were having a late night drink and chat together in just our T-shirts and panties and I was lamenting my lack of sexual experience.
"Come here Virginia." She had said.
I joined her on the sofa, cuddling up against her like a little dog. And she just put her hand down the front of my panties, slowly felt her way down to my pussy, started to feel around - waiting for the wetness to come - and deliciously and expertly rubbed and manipulated me until, eventually, I gushingly came, grabbing on to her as the spasms swept through me. That night we slept together all night, in her bed of course.
My bed was a single bed. I had no need for a double bed.
Occasionally (quite often in fact) she likes me to lick her to orgasm.
She loves it for some reason when she gets back from playing tennis. She comes in to the apartment, hot and sweaty, throws down her racket, crashes down onto the sofa and puts her feet up on the end of the sofa. Her tiny tennis skirt usually rides up and hangs down below her lifted legs, leaving her roomy tennis panties (with their little ball pocket) on show.
"Virginia." She calls. "Virginia! I'm feeling so frisky. Please can you go down below and fix it."
