As I strolled down the corridor in the dorm, I caught a glimpse of her walking to the girls' shower room.
"How the hell can she take a shower with a candy sucker in her mouth?" I silently fumed.
Since the start of sophomore year, I had been butting heads with Ginny. Everything about her irritated me from her sunny disposition to the big "D" cup breasts that resided on her chest.
But, it was that damned always present lollipop that drove me bonkers. Thanks to Psych. 101, I was naively convinced that Ginny had an oral fixation. Visions of her blowing multiple guys streaked across my brain.
Strangely, Ginny never uttered an unkind word to me. Her friendly demeanor and positive attitude was unwavering towards me. I was the one with the unexplained chip on my shoulder.
It was a confusing time for me, the late 1960's. Women's publications of the day encouraged us to explore our sexuality and that's exactly what was scaring the daylights out of me.
In my senior year of high school, I had an active social and dating life. But, in spite of the sexual freedom that was supposedly rampant, most of my girlfriends, including me graduated high school as virgins at the age of eighteen.
Unlike today's teens, oral sex was reserved for that special someone in a long term relationship. Reciprocation via cunnilingus was hardly a novel idea and while guys were willing, most were uneducated on the technique.
However, a bewildering but growing sexual interest in my own gender had thrown me into a state of flux. In the girls' locker room at the swim club, I found myself trying to innocently glance at the naked bodies of my friends as they changed or emerged from the shower.
My fascination and desire for intimacy with another girl unexpectedly blossomed at my cousin Maddy's wedding the summer after high school graduation.
It was held at a swank country club and I was assigned a seat at the young adults table with guests from both sides of the wedding party. The grooms' cousin Daphne was a dark haired beauty with a voluptuous body. For most of the reception I was intrigued by her and stole glances at her full figure. My body tingled and an odd feeling settled into my gut. On a trip to the ladies restroom, I discovered that my panties were damp.
My reaction unsettled me and I tried to be standoffish but Daphne's friendliness and ability to engage me in conversation broke down my barriers.
We danced together, except the slow ones, and our participation in the "chicken dance" left us laughing uncontrollably and gasping for air. We exited thru a side door that bordered on an alleyway to catch our breath.
As our breathing returned to normal and the laughter subsided, Daphne regarded me with a smoldering expression. To my complete and utter surprise she leaned towards me and kissed me full on the lips.
Instead of pushing Daphne away and wiping my mouth in disgust, I pulled her against me and drove my tongue thru her sexy lips. Some unnamed emotion or need took control of me and we made out for a few minutes until we heard the door open.
A quick trip to the washroom to reapply make up and adjust clothing was necessary and we rejoined the reception without any questioning stares.
Although part of me was thoroughly unnerved by the experience, the other half craved a repeat. Sadly, the reception ended and Daphne hugged me goodbye with a cheerful expression.
Later that night as I lay in bed, that tingling feeling returned as I thought about Daphne. My reluctance to discuss such a sensitive matter was based solely on the fact I trusted no one to keep my sexual leanings a secret. My mother was the June Cleaver type and would probably have sent me to a convent. My only hope for salvation through a chaste and prayer filled life.
I tried to convince myself that my interest in boys' was unchanged and the following weekend I gave my steady boyfriend Danny a humdinger of a hummer.
However, at some point I fantasized that it was Daphne and I was licking her in a forbidden spot. Just the thought of that taboo ritual, had my pussy creaming.
Instead, I was performing fellatio for the umpteenth time when my true feelings took hold of my conscious mind.
"Why am I always blowing him when he's only touched me thru my panties" My brain screamed out loud.
When Danny shot his wad, I spit the offensive goop out of his car window with repugnance.
"Why the fuck did you do that Gail? He snorted at me.
"Because I'm tired of always giving you head and you won't do the same to me." I replied angrily.
"Guy's don't do that sort of thing." He retorted sneeringly.
"Why?" I asked very loudly.
"Ah...because it's...well smelly and..."
"Where did you get the stupid idea it smells? Your hillbilly buddies?" I asked with my anger building.
Danny hated me referring to his friends as "hillbillies" but I swear they were an addled brained bunch.
Danny hemmed and hawed but refused to even look between my legs and I was fully clothed.
"Take me home now, you jerk." I spat angrily.
"What is it Gail? Has all this feminist crap in the magazines gone to your head?" he said derisively.
I shot Danny an inflamed look of hate that stunned him. He quickly started the car and tried to placate me on the way home. But, I was silent and close to rage from his idiotic comments.
As Danny pulled up to the curb at my house, I jumped out of his car and walked hurriedly to the door. I heard his voice trailing after me.
"I'll call you next week. Maybe we can go see a movie"
"Yeah! When pigs fly asshole!" I muttered under my breath.
The two remaining months before the start of freshman year at college were spent in a self imposed dating quarantine. I turned down all requests for dates. Most of my free time was devoted to reading anything I could get my hands on concerning same sex activities.
At that time, pertinent and reliable information was sketchy at best. Most of us thought of dykes' as burly women with short haircuts, dressed in manly duds and leather jackets. I knew in my heart that I had no interest in cutting my hair, men's clothing or leather attire of any kind.
There wasn't the slightest chance anyone would mistake me for burly or brawny. I barely nudged the bathroom scale at one hundred pounds with a slender body and small "A" cup breasts.
About a week after graduation, I got an invitation to my cousin Maddy's new home for a house warming and pool party. Secretly, I yearned to see Daphne and prayed that she was invited.
The day of the event, I was uncharacteristically ready long before my mom and dad. They stared at me in disbelief as I practically ran to the car.
Maddy and Stan's home was a two story California style split level with a kidney shape pool. I nervously scanned the crowd and spotted Daphne in a small red two piece that barely hid her "assets".
For awhile, I hovered in the background, too nervous to approach Daphne. My new bikini barely hid my smaller "assets" and I was approached by Stan's hunky brother Wes.
In any other circumstance, I would have been flattered but my objective was Daphne. I listened attentively to Wes prattle on but his efforts to impress me fell on deaf ears.
After an appropriate amount of time I excused myself and searched for Daphne. She was reclining under a shade palm near the pool and waved as I approached. As I surveyed her sumptuous body, the odd tingling feeling returned.
None of this went unnoticed by Daphne and we talked informally for awhile. The tingling sensation was growing in intensity just from the nearness to her and I felt my cheeks flush with heat.
As tiny beads of sweat broke out on my forehead, the conversation took on a more serious tone.
"You ok sweetie? You look hot and sweaty." Daphne said with a knowing look.
"Um, yeah." I answered anxiously.
"Would you like to kiss me?" she inquired in a soft seductive tone of voice.
Her question made my insides boil with desire.
"Um, ah...yes." I answered in a whisper and looked around with a worried expression.
Daphne's demeanor was sexy and provocative.
"I live nearby. We can hop in my car and have a little private fun." She said in dulcet tones.
The timbre of Daphne's voice was hypnotic and I found myself agreeing with everything she said. I was following her like a mindless sheep when she reminded me to ask my folks' permission. Once I secured their approval, we were streaking down the freeway in her convertible.
We stopped in front of a fenced and gated house, actually a small mansion. As Daphne drove round' the back of the house my eyes bugged out at the sight. The pool, landscaping and view of the valley were breathtaking.
"Wow!" I gushed in admiration.
"Yeah, it's not bad." She intoned.
"Not bad? You must be rich." I stated with awe.
"My folks' are rich." She corrected me.
As we swam in the pool, I hungrily eyed Daphne's melons as they strained against the fabric of her top. She stood in the shallow end, untied the strings and the garment slid down her arms.
Daphne's jugs jutted proudly from her chest.
"Their double 'D's." She said in a matter of fact tone and hefted one in each hand as I swam up to inspect the mountains of flesh.
My hands replaced Daphne's and I lifted them until the broad nipples were staring at me like a bulls' eye. A small pebble protuberance occupied the center and I licked it with supreme tenderness.
My mouth barely fit around the circumference of Daphne's nipple as I lathed it with need. A hot tingly feeling was pulsating in my creaming pussy.
"Oh...yeah...ooh." She groaned as my mouth pulled yearningly at the sensitive tissue.
Daphne fell back against the side of the pool.
