This story is submitted to the 2022 Valentine's Day contest as well as to the inaugural Pink Orchid Story Event for Women-Centric Erotica.
In spite of the title, this is indeed a story of lesbianism mixed with a dash of romance. It is a work of fiction and please understand that for the purposes of plot development and dramatic tension, certain groups may not be portrayed kindly. It is not my intention to imply this fictitious story mirrors reality.
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After being gone from her apartment for several weeks after the end of summer term, Mallory returned a few days prior to the fall quarter of her senior year. She was excited to think college was nearly over and even more excited to be applying to medical schools within the next few months.
The only sour note was her personal life. She had been in a long-distance relationship with her high school boyfriend during her freshman year, but that had simply fizzled out. For most of her sophomore and junior years she had been on multiple dates and had some hook ups, but none ever translated into any kind of a long-term relationship or any decent relationship at all, she bitterly recalled.
Mallory knew her roommate Shannon had experienced a similar fate with her dating. Over her three years of college, she had dated many guys and slept with a few but she found most of the guys would disappear once they had sex with her. At least the two women could commiserate over their similar experiences in the dating world.
A few hours after Mallory had settled in, there was a loud crashing noise from outside the apartment followed by a few, choice swear words. Mallory smiled to herself as she got up to open the door for her crazy roomie. Shannon had dropped one of her suitcases which had sprung open, spilling contents all over the hallway. Mallory looked down in time to see Shannon quickly stuffing a vibrator under some clothes before closing the suitcase.
"I see you're bringing your trusty friend with you," she laughed down at Shannon.
"Might as well. I couldn't leave it at home and with my bad luck with the guys, it's the only fun I can rely on anymore."
"Yeah, I hear you. Let me grab this bag," she said as she helped her roommate and friend into the apartment. Once Shannon had dumped her stuff in her room and they had eaten, they both got ready for bed, sat down together in the tiny common room and opened a bottle of wine. They each wore their standard sleeping gear; T-shirts and panties.
"Here's to our final year!"
"Yeah, the last one. Cheers!"
"So, what are your plans this year?" asked Mallory.
"I'm pretty much done with my required courses. I need to get a few electives to fluff up the transcript and take one more advanced accounting class each quarter, but that's all. Should be doable. You?"
"I still have to finish some advanced biochem and, just like you, some electives to show I'm more than a science nerd. The med schools like to see well-rounded applicants, I guess. I'll really work on keeping my grades up this fall, but once my applications are in, I can kick back a tiny bit."
"Well, good. It seems like it will be a decent year for both of us."
"Yeah, I wish I could get some, uh, well, I just wish I could get some," sighed Mallory.
"I know what you mean. That's why I brought my BOB."
"But finger painting only goes so far. Don't you miss having a warm body with you and feeling someone else in the driver's seat?"
"Of course, I do, but what's a girl gonna do? There're too many girls and not enough guys here at Paff. They get to pick and choose and we end up competing for them. Just not fair."
Shannon was referring to the female to male ratio at Paffington State College. It was a smaller liberal arts college which had been an all-female college before it started accepting state educational funds, which meant it had to enroll men as well as women. Even though Paff recruited male students widely, females still consisted of over seventy percent of the student body.
"I think it's made the guys turn into jerks, quite frankly. They know they can easily find another girl, so they can treat us like shit," muttered Mallory. "I've been ghosted more than once after letting a guy into my pants. And if I don't let 'em, I get ghosted even sooner."
"I agree. I agree. That's why I brought BOB. He never fails me, never ghosts me and is ready anytime I am," chuckled Shannon as she took another swallow of wine.
After a few seconds Mallory cleared her throat and asked quietly, "Where'd you get it, you know, BOB, anyway?"
"You want one, too? I think it's a great idea. There's a sex shop here in town and..."
"No way! I'd be too embarrassed to go in there!"
"Mal, it's OK, really. All the employees are women and half of them are students here. They'll treat you well, answer questions and give you some ideas."
"Are they, uh, expensive?"
"Some are pretty cheap, but those are generally poorly made. A good one which is rechargeable and lasts will cost you."
"Uh, how much?"
"Some go for over one-fifty..."
"One-fifty?! What?"
"Wait, there are others that are a lot easier on the pocketbook."
"But how do I know what kind to get?"
"Like I said, they'll talk with you and give some ideas," Shannon paused before going on, "Say, would you like to try mine to see what it's like?"
"Oh, no, that's too personal. I couldn't do that."
"Hey, it would be fine. It's clean, I don't have cooties or even any STDs," she laughed, "And I'll leave for a few hours and let you explore."
"I think I'd be too nervous."
"Here. Have another glass of wine. You need to loosen up, Mal, particularly if you're going to med school. Once you try it I think, no, I know you'll be OK with it. Let me go get it."
"Shan, no, wait. It's OK, really. If I decide to get one, I'll, uh, I'll do it on my own time."
"You liar," laughed Shannon, "I know you and you'll shove that idea under the rug and never get one. Wait here," she added as she got up to go to her room. A few minutes later she returned with her freshly-washed vibrator. "So, this one is called the 'Grlsfrnd,' you know, like a 'girl's friend' except with no vowels. See, it's smooth, has a bend in it and it can be recharged. Lasts for over two hours on a charge. Oh, and look here. This is the on/off button and here's the mode button."
"Mode button?"
"Yeah, light vibrations, strong vibrations or even waves where there are light and then strong vibrations, you know, back and forth. Go ahead, squeeze the button."
The vibrator hummed to life in a fairly quiet mode. Mallory jumped a little but held on to it, rotating and examining it.
"Hit the mode button a few times. See what happens."
The Grlsfrnd's vibrations became stronger and the whole device shot vibrating sensations up her arm.
