Codes- FF, first time, fingering, oral, toys, exhib, voyeur, referenced incest.
Intro- This story is fictional and was written for entertainment, not financial profit. Any resemblance between the characters or plot and something not my creation is coincidence or used as referenced fanfiction. This story is inspired by the song "I Want You" by Savage Garden. This is also a prequel for my previous work "Ruleskirter" addressing the past of the Female Main Character. Other such stories will follow- thinking of a trilogy entitled "Biker Fantasy" next. Or maybe I'll continue this story with a sequel called "Girl's Dorm Blues". Feedback is appreciated. Hope readers enjoy.
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Kinsolving Dorm, University of Texas at Austin, Autumn 1996.
Someone was touching her knee.
Lisa Coleman frowned, looking up from her psychology text and pausing the audiobook playing on her Walkman. She always followed the Preston-Logan School of study, wearing headphones while doing homework and directing her attention towards at least two things at a time.
She looked up to see a slim blonde- her roommate Nicole Masterson- standing over her and withdrawing her hand quickly. Nicole was wearing a black Polo shirt and stonewashed jeans. Her grey eyes flashed a petulant smirk. Lisa herself was a curvy redhead with blue eyes who wore her hair medium length in contrast to Nicole's pixie cut. She was currently wearing khaki slacks and a violet T-shirt displaying Cosette from Les Miserables. Her eyes flicked at Nicole in obvious question. That act alone wasn't enough to earn a response, so Lisa spoke. She stammered at first, then emphasized her Deep South accent to suppress the impediment. "W-what y- What you want, Nicole?"
Nicole looked down at her and grinned. She spoke in a more natural Dallas accent in contrast to Lisa's mixture of Houston, Virginia, and New Orleans tones. "I want to know something. Are you bi-curious?"
The question only surprised Lisa for a moment. She reminded herself that Nicole had been her college roommate and close friend for three months now. Nicole knew Lisa came from a polyamorous family, her mother a former hippie and her physician father's second wife. Nicole herself was the child of a Dallas restaurant manager and a music producer, both active in the local nightlife. Nicole and Lisa had also developed their own version of various agreements female roommates with certain interests had to make with one another. They could pleasure themselves with fingers and vibrators when the mood took them, not worrying about privacy if only the other person was in the same room. It was likewise okay for one to watch the other caressing themselves, just keep their distance. And each had invited various male lovers over to the dorm many times in the past three months. Each of them had exchanged various degrees of kissing and heavy petting, then full intercourse, with these men on their beds while the other woman did her best to sleep or study on the other side of the room. Only once had such a man- Nicole's date at the time- tried to involve the other woman in such activities in front of their date. Nicole had slapped that guy and dumped him on the spot. Lisa had cautioned her own dates away from similar challenges- she had experience directing the capricious interests of boys.
As for the question of whether her sexuality was limited to straight... the opportunity to answer had not come up in a while, but Lisa was interested in expanding her horizons.
"Of course I am," she told Nicole. "Of course I'm bi-curious. My parents are swingers. My mom's best female friend is also her unicorn. What you think?"
"I thought you might be." Nicole released a breath. "I'm guessing you haven't been with a woman yet, though."
"Nope," Lisa admitted. She had not discussed this specific issue with Nicole before, but the words came easy once she pronounced them with her emphasized accent. "However, I have kissed three girls. Why do you ask?"
Nicole sat down beside her on the bed. "Before I tell you, do you have a date tonight? Anything big going on tomorrow?"
Lisa shook her head. "Today is Sunday, so no. I don't have class till one pm tomorrow. Monday's my light day. You have anything?"
"My date for tonight canceled," Nicole replied with a grimace. "It's okay, I'm planning to break up with him soon anyway. I have class in the morning, but... I can sleep in. Tell me about the girls you've kissed."
Lisa wanted to ask again what was going on here, but decided to roll with the questions instead. She already had a guess what was going on, and hoped she was right. "First one was this lesbian chick I got to know right after I turned eighteen. I've told you about that summer. You know, when I rode with the outlaw bikers for a month down I-10 from Louisiana to Florida and back?"
"I remember." Nicole nodded. "They were an Angels offshoot who all had reptile themed names. You dated Snake, the leader. He taught you to ride motorbikes in exchange for your virginity. You dated him for, what was it, four weeks?"
"Three weeks. I already had some time on dirt bikes, street bikes wasn't much of a stretch. The last week I was with the Reptiles, Snake wanted to wean me off him, give me some variety. I had one night stands with three other guys- Cobra, Monitor, and Tortoise. Then four days before I left the gang I let the three of them, Snake, and another guy named Caiman run a train on me. The oldest guy in the gang, Dino, watched as ref. So did one of the lez girls in the gang, Gecko. She helped me clean up after, then kissed me and asked if I wanted to try females. I told her she had bad timing. I was worn out from what the guys had just done to me. She let me rest. Other stuff seemed more important after that. Soon I had to go back home and leave that gang behind."
"Okay. And I'm guessing the other two kisses were during your senior year of high school?"
"Yeah," Lisa answered. This was her first full year of college after two summer sessions. It was Nicole's third year. "I was a cheerleader that year, it was my second year doing it. Tess Winfield was my best friend, another senior, the only girl on the team I let sleep over at my house. She was from New York, had a family similar to mine. The other girls on the team weren't as open-minded. Our captain, Morgan, was a total prude. Tess was the nicest girl, the only one besides me who wasn't Morgan's close pal. I dated this football player named Louie, then we broke up. Tess wanted to date him next and know how he kissed. I showed her.
"We both liked the kissing, got into it a bit, repeated it a few times while she dated Louie and I dated other guys. It got pretty hot now and then. But we stopped. Neither one of us was sure we wanted to continue what we were doing beyond making out. We ended up at different colleges too. She's at Columbia, I'm here. I did hear from email that she let herself get picked up at a lez bar in Harlem last summer, though, and liked it, went back a few times. I have an agreement with her to let her show me what she can do now next time we see each other. That hasn't been scheduled yet, though, and if I meet another interested party first..."
Nicole nodded as the redhead trailed off. She was not touching Lisa, seeming more hesitant now. "And the third girl?"
"My little sister Stephanie. She came on to me after her eighteenth birthday last year. She'd seen me kissing Tess a few times, seen our mother kissing Aunt Darcy too. I kissed her, but my first time with a girl is not going to be incest. My family has rules for sex, you know?"
"Right." Nicole reminded herself Lisa's family was among the craziest people she'd ever heard about. Her father, Frank Coleman, was an emergency room doctor from Houston. Her mother, Eileen Looney, was an interior designer from Texarkana. They had sent their five children, Lisa included, to Mixed Martial Arts training from childhood up through their teen years. Their martial arts schools mostly honored the traditions of legendary female warriors such as Callisto from Ancient Greece, Tomoe Gozen from Japan, and Joy Voyevoda from the Second World War. The latter was a Russian-American soldier also known as "Mercury Lady" and "The Mother of Special Forces." Lisa had achieved high honors from her training at age thirteen and her body showed evidence of constant practice.
Lisa's family was also still a part of the sexual revolution long after the 1960s, continuing it with Lisa and her four siblings on a careful gradient to follow the law and respect common civility in the American South somewhat. Lisa was studying psychology at UT-Austin, intending to become a professional unorthodox therapist. She had diagnosed herself as a nymphomaniac, yet welcomed the alleged disorder. Her self-prescribed treatment program was to make each sexual encounter as pleasurable as possible, carefully balancing anticipation, safety, and other important issues. Knowing Lisa confused and worried Nicole sometimes. But it also excited her in other ways.
"Your older sister never kissed you?" Nicole asked Lisa.
"Nope. Not sexually, anyway. Sam's a confirmed lez, but she moved away from home before she realized that. I haven't talked to her about it much. Nor have I discussed the matter much with Stephanie. Mom knows about us kissing, but our family doesn't do inter-generational incest. We don't even discuss it. We aren't that kind of Looney. Why you asking me this, Nicole?"
Nicole released a breath. "I... well... I'm bisexual, Lisa. I haven't told you before, but I am. I had a slumber party encounter my senior year similar to what you had with Tess, only it... went further. Amelia and I had a full affair the rest of my senior year. We ended up at different colleges. I'm at UT, she's at OU. I'm still into guys, too, don't know about her. I've dated mostly men since coming to college, only a few women. I'm wondering if..." Just say it, she ordered herself. "I'm wondering if you would like to be the next woman I date."
Lisa faked a blink, then looked Nicole up and down. She went over one of her mental checklists for sexual encounters. I have time right now. Energy's good. I'm healthy and so is she, as far as I know. She's attractive and making the offer. I thought this might happen. I have noticed her watching me quite a bit when I'm pleasing myself or various men. Maybe I would have asked her eventually, but well... I'm bold, but not always that bold.
She looked again at Nicole's honey blonde pixie haircut, slim figure, long legs, small breasts high on her chest, pale petulant face, and grey eyes. Yeah, Lisa could accept her as a lover. She looked good naked too. Lisa just needed to see her naked again to confirm that. One thing remained... "I want to enjoy all the sex I have, Nicole, and since the first time I do something sets the tone..."
"You want it to be really good," Nicole guessed once her roommate stopped speaking. "Okay, challenge accepted." She counted on her fingers. "There are four basic ways for one woman to please another by touching them. Fingers, tongue, body against body, and..." She flicked her eyes towards Lisa's black vibrator on the nearby bedside table. "Object."
