Laura Wells and I had both left home to go to the state university in Austin, Texas. I may still be a hayseed from Arkansas, but at least I'm no longer a hayseed IN Arkansas! I wangled and finagled like crazy and managed to fix it so we were roommates in the same dorm. Our room was small, with two single beds and a tiny bathroom. I loved it! The accommodations were so cramped, that for convenience sake, we soon forestalled our inhibitions about nudity, and I got to see a lot of Laura! In coloring, we were almost identical.
She had a light tan with cream-colored bikini marks and golden brown nipples. Her bush was thick but soft looking, a dark brown color that was almost black near the center. Her oval face, her small but gracefully rounded chin, and cupid's-bow lips, gave her a classic beauty, enhanced by her blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. I'd get wet just looking at her heavily curved and well-muscled legs. I thought she had sexier legs, and she said she thought mine were sexier. She had the kind of shape people meant when they said voluptuous, before voluptuous meant fat. She's a little thinner at the waist than me. People often mistook us for sisters, and while I don't know how Laura felt about that, I felt really flattered.
I often lay awake, masturbating and thinking of her golden body just a few feet away. I never suspected that she was listening and knew what I was doing, until one night after a double date. We had been out with two law school students and had dinner and drinks with them. A few too many drinks, actually. Anyway, when they dropped us off, we made out with our dates about twenty minutes in the car. The guys got us horny as firecrackers and said they had to go. Thanks fellas!
Laura was grumbling about it as we undressed. I laughed and told her that I was practically on fire, and added that the way the date turned out just didn't seem fair. Pretty tipsy, she staggered a bit as she bent over to step out of her skirt. I put my hands lightly on her hips and pumped my crotch against her bottom. "I'm so horny, you shouldn't bend over like that, partner," I said in an imitation cowboy voice. She laughed and didn't pull away until she'd chuckled, "Well, I'm so horny, I had to bend over anyways, Duke!" Was it just my imagination that she seemed to pull away from me reluctantly? Probably.
We both wore pajama tops and panties to bed, as was our usual habit. I was already tucked in when Laura snapped off the light and padded to bed. She sighed as she pulled back her covers, "I suppose you're going to jack off again, and I'll have to lay over here and listen. Does it really help that much? I was always afraid that it would just make me more horny."
"I'm sorry," I said, horrified, "I had no idea you could hear me. I won't do it in here any more."
"Oh, don't get in a snit," she giggled, "I don't care about you whipping it. In fact, I may join you tonight. Hell, you've had more practice, I ought to get you to jack me off."
I got out of bed and kneeled on the carpet by her bed, "Okay, but do I have to kiss you first?" I quipped. If she was nervous about my approach in the dark, she didn't show it, in fact she laughed so hard that she had to catch her breath so she could talk. As she answered, I slipped my hand under her sheet and laid it on her tummy. "Of course, you have to kiss me first, what kind of girl do you think I am?" So, I kissed her and slid my hand down her panties. Her lips parted and I could taste the rum on her breath as my tongue slicked against hers. I parted her nether lips with my middle finger and her legs spread slightly to give me more room to slide down. I was finally touching Laura There! I felt a rush of lust that left me weak and giddy for a moment. She chose that moment to break our kiss with a giggle.
"Hey, I was only kidding, Kathy," she was still chuckling but hadn't closed her legs any, and my finger was slowly rolling her clit beneath its hood.
"I know," I whispered and kissed her ear, "But neither of us was kidding about being horny." I dipped my finger down her slit and slid it deeply into her very wet vagina.
Her legs closed instantly, and my finger was squeezed out. Even as she spoke, I slipped up her crack lavishing the area around her clit with her own gooey wetness. "Ahh, c'mon now, Kath, this is getting a little too heavy, ya know?"
I gently nipped at her ear lobe and diddled her clit as I whispered, "Bullshit, Laura, quit being a chicken," I said lightly as I kissed her neck. I noticed her breathing was heavy, and though I felt her stir her hips slightly, she hadn't tried to move my hand. "Just relax," I urged, "Just close your eyes, and let it happen, I promise that you'll sleep better," I assured her, "There's nothing heavy about beating off, even if someone else does it." I felt her body relax as she sighed and spread her legs slightly again.
"Okay," she sighed, and then after a few moments added with a giggle and a squirm, "Besides, I'm too hot to stop you." I kissed her again, and this time, she put her arms around me and drew me to her, pushing her tongue aggressively between my lips. She started coming as we kissed, her hips rolling under my hand. She broke the kiss, so she could gasp for air and moan as her orgasm shook her body like a leaf in a storm.
She pulled my hand out of her panties when it started to tickle and kissed my cheek. "Wow! That felt good. So good!" she muttered fervently, stroking my hair and giving me another little kiss on the forehead. Suddenly, she scooted against the wall away from me, lying on her side as she patted the bed. "Climb in," she whispered, "I know you need it, too, and I don't want to be unfair," then she added with a tiny giggle, "I hope I can do as good a job as you did." I wasn't taking any chance of spoiling it by saying anything; I just quickly scrambled in, under the sheet with my lovely Laura. I was so excited!
I felt her hand smooth down my tummy and ease under the elastic of my underwear. I could hear her breathing near my ear as her fingers delicately, almost cautiously explored me, spreading my lips with her fingers and tracing down the curve of my slit. She carefully dipped into my vagina as I had done for her and then smeared my slit with the juice. "You know something funny?" she asked softly, "This isn't as bad as I thought it would be. I mean," she hastened to reassure me that it was nothing personal, "I was afraid that if I did this I'd feel creepy or something, but this is kind of nice." I moaned as she gently circled my clitoris with her fingertip.
"Well, I have to tell you, Laura," I had to pause for breath as a little grunt of big pleasure bubbled up from my insides, "I liked doing that to you. It made me feel good to make you feel good. I hope you're not freaked out by that." She only giggled in response and wobbled my clit a little faster. "Kiss me, Laura." Her lips closed on mine, and she opened my mouth with her tongue. I put my arms around her and hungrily gobbled her delicious kisses as my orgasm built up, floating in my hips like a giant bubble that wafted scores of tiny pleasure bubbles that tingled all through my body from my hair to my toes. I raised my knees as my hips hopped around, and I buried my face in her hair while my body shuddered its release.
She giggled nervously, as she awkwardly pulled her precious hand out of my underwear. "I hope I did that okay, 'cause I really think I'd better go to sleep now, before we really get into something too weird. Besides, I'm getting the spins from being drunk."
"Okay," I laughed lightly to reassure her, although my heart had dropped to my stomach in its disappointment. "But a real gentleman will at least kiss a girl goodnight after he fucks her brains out."
To my relief, she giggled back and gave me a slow, sweet kiss that all but dripped with its tenderness. "Satisfied, wench?" she teased with a light pinch on my thigh. "Now get outta here," she added with mock gruffness. While she softly snored, I had to beat off again before I could sleep.
Laura gave no sign of what had happened over the next week, which I took as a bad sign that she wanted to put the incident behind her. But then I remember how I had sulked for three weeks after doing it with Susan that first time, so I was willing to give her space. When the same guys asked us out the for an afternoon swim the next weekend, I was delighted and accepted when Laura did, even though I privately considered my date to be a goof, and her date to be as bad. I had every intention of framing circumstances as near as possible to the last date. There is power in precedent, and I was so anxious to fool around with Laura again that, the morning of the day of the date, I had to masturbate twice in the bathroom. As we were getting ready, I watched Laura draped only in a towel and painting her toenails. The peek I got of her dark brown pubic hair sent me scuttling back to the bathroom.