It was 8.25 in the morning and Ida still felt a bit drowsy. While the lecture hall was being filled with students, she couldn't resist the temptation to prolong the weekend for yet another five minutes. The 23-year old brunette rested her head on the huge red book titled "The Laws of Norway" and let her mind take her back to Saturday night.
"Slightly tacky," was Ida's first impression. "Maybe I should go somewhere else..." Her eyes, however, ignored what her mind was pondering, as they wandered through the room, resting for a few seconds at each good-looking girl they came across. "Okay, just a few minutes, then." She got out on the dance floor. As always, several guys tried to approach her, but she ignored them, taking more interest in the young females in sparse outfits dancing and sweating all around her. By their accent and their appearance, Ida could tell they were local high school girls. Young and shameless, dressed in tight jeans, some in leather pants, and often just a top or a skimpy t-shirt. All out to seek relief from boredom and to celebrate having survived yet another seemingly endless week of Chemistry classes and home assignments and Math teachers with bad breath. Ida's eyes wandered from one young temptress to another. A cute blonde in particular caught her eye. "Wouldn't mind checking her out," Ida thought. Too bad she was dancing with this guy all the time.
Heading for the bathroom, Ida bumped into someone.
"Oh sorry."
Ida immediately recognised the hot blonde from the dance floor.
"You never know- it could be fate," Ida thought to herself, and tried to strike up a conversation with her. Having apparently had a couple of beers, the fair-haired girl was more than willing to respond. Ida noticed that she had a generous amount of freckles on her nose and some on her cheek- she hadn't been able to make that out on the dimly lit dance-floor. The girl was slightly taller than Ida, with a healthy, slender body and a nice pair of B-cups. "Really cute," Ida thought. "18, I'd guess." Being so close to this young girl, Ida couldn't resist the opportunity to touch her in a casual, girlfriend way, like putting her hand on her bare waist when she spoke. The music was rather loud, so anyway they'd have to stand quite close to be able to hear each other. Ida could sense the heat from her young, healthy body and felt her hand touch her waist- and stay there. She quickly glanced around. "No sight of her boyfriend," she confirmed with a grin on her face. "Should I... No, Ida!" she said to herself. But this girl gave Ida the impression of being almost as uncompromising in her pursuit of fun as Ida herself...
Ida put her hand at the back of her new friend's neck and yelled in her ear.
"Do you like to make out with girls?"
The girl reacted with a big grin. Ida knew she had heard every word, but the little teaser asked her to repeat them. Ida did, and the young blonde smiled and responded.
"Once in a while. Why do you want to know?"
Ida saw no point in waiting any longer and put her lips on the other girl's. There was little hesitation in the young girl's response as she opened her lips to allow the slightly older college student to pass into her hot mouth. As always, Ida found it such a thrill to kiss a girl for the first time. The teenage- girl was an eager, relentless kisser, pushing her tongue deep inside Ida's mouth, giving the law student a lavish sample of her saliva. She had to pause for a sigh as Ida brought her hands to her ass cheeks, but a second later her tongue was back inside Ida's mouth. "What a delightful young girl," Ida thought, as she kissed and fondled her. Their wet game had geen going on for quite a while when Ida suggested they go to her place.
"I could teach you a few tricks, you know."
The slightly tipsy high school student hardly managed to speak in the midst of all the intense necking.
"I...I'd love to, but...." She wiped some saliva off her chin. "You see, I have a date."
Feeling the 18-year old's hot breath on her face only increased the erotic tension in Ida's body.
"You can't be serious," Ida responded. "Don't you prefer me to some sleazy guy?"
The young girl smiled. It was apparent that she loved the idea of this slightly older southern girl being turned on by her.
"I most certainly do, but I promised to go out with him. But maybe next week?" They french-kissed for another few minutes.
"Okay, you're off to your date." Ida released the grip.
"Sorry," the girl said. Their tongues said a final wet goodbye to one another, and Ida admired her feminine young ass as she disappeared into the crowd on the dance floor. When the DJ started playing yet another of last summer's Ibiza hits, Ida decided it was time to head home.
In a light-headed mood, she walked up the hills to where she rented her small room. Okay, so she had to spend the first Saturday night in this town on her own, but she had the feeling that this was just the first of many opportunities that would present themselves. Next weekend, maybe she'd meet this girl again. Or another hot young girl. Anyway, she didn't regret the decision to leave the South behind for some time and spend her final year as a law student at a northern university. A whole year of care-free fun lay ahead of her!
Once in her apartment, she put on a CD with Sade and crawled out of her clothes. Her lace panties were so wet they were completely useless. Sometimes Ida just had to laugh at her own all- consuming sexual urge. "Ida," she reproved herself., "how did you ever get this bad? Ten minutes of necking with a high-school girl and you need a change of clothes!" Well, she wouldn't be needing panties now anyway. She lay down in her bed, let her mind take her wherever it wanted. Soon it reproduced the image of the lively teen-ager whose mouth she had so eagerly explored. She pictured the young girl lying naked on the bed in front of her, her legs slightly spread. She had a very light complexion, a few freckles on her shoulders. Between her legs was a healthy bush of... blonde or dark... could be either, Ida thought. This girl's complexion was really pale, Ida wouldn't be surprised to find a nice blonde patch of pubic hair between her slender legs. "Mmmmm..." Ida purred as her fingers dug into her pleasure spot. In her fantasy she went down on her young lover, tasting her sweet, tender pussy...
"This seat's not occupied, right?"
"Seat? Oh.. Er..no, I don't think so," Ida uttered, slowly awaking from her daydreaming. When she turned her head, her first thought was that her dream was influencing her vision. Could this be real? Was the person sitting down next to her a creature of flesh and blood just like herself? Whatever she was, she was the most beautiful thing Ida had ever laid her eyes on. Her hair was black, her eyes dark-brown and breathtakingly sensual. Her face had unmistakable Latin features; Ida figured she must be of mixed Latin-Norwegian origin. There was something unapproachable about her. Her face was a blend of deep sensuality and detached coolness which really intrigued her.
Throughout the lecture, Ida couldn't resist the temptation to steal an occasional glance of the unbelievably sexy creature situated less than a feet away. Only incoherent fragments of the lecturer's argument penetrated into her consciuosness. She made a half-hearted attempt to pull herself together, but soon gave up. The lecturer could go on about breach of contract and the intricacies of the law of inheritance till his bald head fell off. Ida's mind was hermetically sealed off from all impressions but that of the beauty sitting next to her. Only a few inches of space between them! This fact annoyed the hell out of her. Physically, the were close enough for Ida to reach over and bury her nose in that smooth, black hair, smelling her fragrance.
Ida hadn't even noticed that the lecture was over, when she saw her newly acquired obsession put her notebook back in her bag. Ida tried to look in another direction, but when the girl turned her back on her, she found the temptation too strong; she had to check out her ass. It was nice and firm, slightly too big for the front pages of Elle and Vogue, but a source of deep desire and, Ida knew herself only too well, endless fantasies for anybody else.
Her original plans of spending the day in the library reading had to be discarded. Her faint hopes that the storm would pass as swiftly as it came were crushed the next morning when she saw her again. And the morning after that...
When the same thing happened again on Friday, she rushed home, locked the door to her small room and crashed on her bed. "Okay, Ida," she said to herself, "no reason to panic. You were never the one to back down on a challenge, remember?" Yeah, she remembered. There were quite a few of them, actually, girls she had converted. Some of them had never even contemplated the idea of making love to another girl. It always made Ida feel so proud, like... like a missionary converting pagans. "Missionary, my ass!" Ida would laugh, but there was an element of truth in it. Of course, there were cases were she wouldn't bother trying. She had developed the ability to sense whether a specific girl was "accessible", as she liked to call it. Those who weren't, she liked to refer to as "the lost cases". "Their loss. If they insist on closing their eyes, and legs, on the sexiest half of mankind, it's their problem, not mine."
