When Jenny awoke, bright sunlight was streaming in through the windows. She yawned and stretched contentedly; she felt happy, relaxed, and gloriously free. Something had changed in her since the previous day. She would never be the same, and the feeling was exciting; she was eager to expand her boundaries even further.
She looked over at Kristin sleeping next to her, still in her white dress from the night before, and a wave of affection swept over her as she remembered the pleasure Kristin had brought her. Suddenly she was struck with an impulse: She would return the favor. It was only right, after all.
She pulled aside the sheet that was draped over Kristin. The dress had ridden up around Kristin's waist and she wasn't wearing underwear, so her soft blond bush was out in the open. Jenny leaned down and began to kiss and lick all around it. Kristin stirred, aware that something was happening, but still half in a dream. She sighed and spread her legs.
After a moment's hesitation, Jenny bent down and took her first taste of another girl's pussy. It was a complex, slightly bitter taste, but she decided she liked it. She pushed her tongue inside as she remembered Kristin doing the night before; the blonde pushed forward to meet her mouth.
Jenny was unskilled and clumsy - in fact she had only the vaguest idea of how the clitoris really worked - but she was eager and sincere, and eventually she was able to bring Kristin to an orgasm that was all the sweeter for being so long delayed.
Kristin pulled Jenny up to lay on top of her. When they kissed, Kristin felt a sharp little thrill at tasting herself on Jenny's lips. In fact much of Jenny's face was moist with Kristin's juices; she'd gotten quite into it, apparently. Kristin pushed Jenny's hair back and whispered in her ear, "Now suck my tits."
Just 24 hours ago, Jenny could never have imagined that it would excite her to be talked to that way. She felt an insistent throbbing between her legs as she obediently pulled Kristin's dress down, releasing the older girl's firm, ample breasts. Leaning down, Jenny began to nurse on Kristin's left nipple; it was warm, soft, and salty in her mouth.
Kristin reclined and enjoyed the sensation, watching the younger girl's black hair bob up and down as she moved back and forth from one breast to the other. For three years now she'd been waiting for the day she'd get a freshman of her very own, and already Jenny was exceeding her expectations. She still had a lot to learn, of course, and Kristin was going to enjoy teaching her. But there was no need to hurry. They had plenty of time.