My closest friend since my early teenage years was Patty. We are still very close. We shared everything (well almost everything) together. I remember when we would change or shower we were not modest around each other, except we never exposed ourselves below the waist. It seemed like it was an unspoken rule. I think now that each one of us was afraid to be the first. Patty's breasts were a little smaller than mine during our teen years. A 'C" cup fit me comfortably; Patty wore a "B". But her aureoles were larger and puffier than mine. I always wondered if that made her more sensitive, but I didn't find out until much later. I remember wanting to see all of Patty many times. Patty stayed home and went to a community college in our city. I was able to go to an in state college, but it was over 2 hours away.
When I went to college my parents enrolled me into a new dorm there. There were 2 girls to a room. I was anxious to meet my new roomy. What would she be like? Would we have anything in common?
Her name was Jean. Her upbringing was the complete opposite of mine. I came from a fairly large city and high school. She came from a small town with a very small school. But physically we were very close. We both wore the same size clothes, except my bra cup size was 1 size larger than hers. I was a C; Jean, like Patty wore a B.
We quickly felt at ease with one another and shared a lot in our talking the first couple of days. She, like me, was a cheerleader, but unlike me, had dated little. She kind of had a steady boyfriend during her senior year. I was passionately in love with mine. Having to share a bathroom and bedroom (2 beds), forced us to become comfortable around each other when changing. I wondered if she was going to be completely free exposing her body, or was that unspoken rule going to be with her also. I quickly found out it wasn't. The second or third time she showered while I was there, she came out of the bathroom with only a towel covering her damp body. She threw the towel on the bed as she opened her clothes drawer to find clean undies to wear. As she leaned over with her back to me I had a clear view of her butt and lower part of her labia. She looked shaven. I don't know why that surprised me, but it did. She didn't say anything or act modestly or anything. As she slid up her panties, she turned toward me. I could see her labia were trimmed from the top of her slit down. Above that there was a large fluff of long dark brown P hair. After adjusting her panties, she slid on a thin cotton nightgown, and then walked back into the bathroom to comb her long brown hair. Her boobs were not too small, but not too large, they looked firm, with large aureoles and even when hard, her nipples were short. That scene startled me, but I will never forget it. From then on, we both had no problem being completely naked around each other.
She started dating sooner than me because I was still "in love". But a long distance relationship gets lonely real fast. I wasn't used to my physical needs not being taken care of by my boyfriend, so I was forced to take care of them myself. I had masturbated before, but now I was doing it on a regular basis. I found it to be very pleasurable. I used my saliva, and sometimes oils for early lubrication. I would cup and massage my breasts. And then I would roll and pinch my nipples. My other hand would slide down my flat stomach to my hairy hump. My fingers spread my lips apart allowing me to tease at my hardening clit and then slide down to my awaiting hole. I would finger myself, and then slide out and up to tease my clit for a few moments. I found it wonderful to slide my thumb inside me, and then use my finger on my clit. All the time my other hand was playing with my breast, especially my nipples. That is how I found out the rougher I played with my nipples the more turned on I became.
As chance would have it, Jean came home unexpectedly one evening and caught me in the middle of having a very intense climax. I was in our bedroom with the door closed, but not locked. When she opened the door and saw me, she closed the door immediately and went to the bathroom. She knew I was embarrassed, so she waited until I came out and I apologized to her for allowing that to happen. She just looked at me with her dark green eyes and told me that in her opinion, there is nothing to be ashamed of. She has been hiding from me doing the same thing. She told me not to worry about it at all. It was our secret. She even giggled and said maybe we should do it together some time. I just smiled with my still crimson face and answered, that might be a lot of fun. But inside I wasn't kidding.
A couple of weeks went by and it was not talked about at all. I remember it was a Friday night. We both had dates. So we both thought we would be out late. My date was a real dud, so I ended up at my room fairly early. I decided to try smoking a little. I had just been introduced to it since I arrived at college. I had smoked it before and found out that just a little gave me a very mellow, laid back high. I really liked the feeling. I lit my already rolled cigarette and took 3 or 4 tokes, then put it out; I didn't want to get too high. I sat out on the balcony to enjoy the feelings in the cool air. Jean sat beside me before I even realized she was home. She had already changed into her nighty.
"So, did you save any for me, girl?" Jean asked while giggling
After having a couple of hits herself we began to talk.
Her date was a dud too; she missed this and that about socializing during her senior year. We both agreed things were different now. Then we began to talk about the positive ways things have changed. Soon we were complimenting each other for our friendship. How happy we were to be rooming together. Then we started talking about our sex lives. What we enjoyed, what we didn't like. I didn't realize my fingers were stroking Jean's thigh until she whispered how good it felt.
"I guess I am a little more stoned than I thought." Jean said as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. As she spoke, she spread her legs a little and scooted down in the chair pushing her crotch closer to my fingers. Her arm rose and moved to my shoulder and neck. Her fingers lightly stroked and rolled circles on my sensitive skin.
"Mmmm, your playing with fire there Jean, you better be careful", I said softly.
"Do you want me to stop, Jo?" Jean said.
"I don't know, Jean. I never have done anything with another girl." I reply
"I haven't either. But, have you been curious about it, I have."
"Yeah, I guess so." I stutter.
A couple of weeks went by and it was not talked about at all. I remember it was a Friday night. We both had dates. So we both thought we would be out late. My date was a real dud, so I ended up at my room fairly early. I decided to try something new to help me mellow out. I had just been introduced to it since I arrived at college. I had tried it before and found out that just a little gave me a very mellow, laid back high. I really liked the feeling. I took 3 or 4 draws, and then put it out. I didn't want to get too stoned and sat out on the balcony to enjoy the feelings in the cool air. Jean sat beside me before I even realized she was home. She had already changed into her nighty.
"So, did you save any for me, girl?" Jean asked while giggling. "It kind of smells like you have been smoking some of that funny stuff."
Since she had only smoked it once before, I showed her how to inhale and hold it inside for awhile. I acted like an expert, but I wasn't at all. After having a couple of puffs herself we began to talk.
Her date was a dud too; she missed this and that about socializing during her senior year. We both agreed things were different now. Then we began to talk about the positive ways things have changed. Soon we were complimenting each other for our friendship. How happy we were to be rooming together. Then we started talking about our sex lives. What we enjoyed, what we didn't like. I didn't realize my fingers were stroking Jean's upper thigh until I felt her hand push mine back down toward her knee.
"I guess I am a little more out of it than I thought." I said, as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. "I didn't mean anything by that, Jean." As I spoke, she spread her legs a little and scooted down in the chair pushing her crotch closer to my fingers. Her arm rose and moved to my shoulder and neck. Her fingers lightly stroked and rolled circles on my sensitive skin.
"Mmmm, your playing with fire there Jean, you better be careful", I said softly.
"I pushed your hand away because it was starting to turn me on." Jean whispered. "I don't know if I want to go any further than just touching right now, OK Jo? I have never done anything with another girl." Jean said softly.
"I never have done anything with another girl either Jean, but have you ever been curious about it? I have." I reply.
"Yes Jo, I have always wondered what it would feel like too."
"Can I kiss you Jean," I whisper softly.
"I, I don't think I can do that yet, Jo. I love to feel your fingers on my leg, though." Jean stammers. Jean's hand moves from my neck to my lower thigh.
"Mmm, yes, that does feel good Jean. I promise I will not go any higher on your leg than you go on mine, OK?" I say softly. So our little game began. After a few minutes Jean's hand moved an inch or so closer to my dampening mound. I followed her lead. We both sat there, our heads laid back, our eyes closed. We weren't talking at all. But my brain was completely focused on Jean's fingertips stroking my flesh. I was anxious, my mind actually screaming, to feel them slide higher on my thighs. I wanted to feel them on my pussy, sliding inside my swollen lips, teasing my clit, probing my steaming hole. I could feel my wetness increasing as my breathing seemed to quicken.
"Mmmm, this feeling is really awesome, isn't it Jo? It just seems to intensify the sensual feeling of your fingers caressing my skin. This is really getting me turned on." Jean whispers
I let my hips slide forward a little as I answer. "Mmmm, yes it does, Jean. I'm getting really, really hot and wet." I moan as Jean's fingers were now only an inch or so away from my oozing lips. My hand moved up closer to her crotch, matching hers.
