Greetings perverts, degenerates, and other erotica lovers.
This story is different for me.
For a while now I've wanted to write some stories that explore our senses. I want to explore how what we smell, see, touch, taste, and hear can inform and even enhance our sex lives.
This story is about scent. This is not a deep dive into the fetish of sexual scents and aromas, but rather a quick look at a young lady discovering that primal connection between smell and arousal for the first time.
The stories are grouped around the theme of our senses, but they're not connected to each other, so read them in whatever order you like. They'll all start with the word Pleasure.
In a future series I'll explore how our senses can connect us to each other on a deeper and darker level of kink and eroticism.
I hope you enjoy this somewhat innocent tale of two college freshmen playing in their dorm room.
If you crave more kink and depravity than is offered here, please check out my other submissions, but pay attention to category and story descriptions.
As with everything I write this story takes place in a happy alternate reality where STDs are not a concern.
The story is set in 1992 because I wanted Gabriella to have been raised in a time where her sexuality would seem less normal to her, but where she could plausibly encounter someone her own age who had embraced the idea of bisexuality.
Bethany and Gabriella are both eighteen years old.
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It's the fall of 1992, and Gabriella and Bethany are first year students who have been assigned to be roommates in one of the girls dorms.
For Gabriella it was a confusing time. She was just coming to terms with the fact that she was different from the other girls she knew.
Instead of being attracted to boys, Gabriella was attracted to girls. She supposed it had always been that way, but it wasn't until recently that she'd considered the reality of it.
It was something she had suspected for a long time, and when she turned eighteen, she was certain. She was as interested in and curious about sex as any of her friends but didn't get any particular pleasure from thinking about doing any of those things with a guy.
Her mother told her she was a 'late bloomer', which didn't really seem right since she'd developed physically at the same pace as most of her friends.
When she graduated high school, her mother told people that she'd been too focused on her studies to chase boys.
While she'd always gotten good grades and had studied hard for them, that wasn't why she didn't chase boys. She didn't chase boys because all the things she might do with a boy once she caught him were things that she secretly wanted to do with another girl.
Kissing.
Cuddling.
Holding hands.
Having them look at, touch, kiss, and hold her breasts.
Letting them explore between her legs with their fingers and tongues.
And having them hold her tight while she climaxed.
And when she fantasized about exploring someone else's body, it wasn't one of the muscular boys that her friends seemed drawn to, but rather the soft and feminine figures of her female peers.
Her mother told her that her social life would 'perk up' once she got to college, but Gabriella had her doubts, suspecting that she'd spend four years studying and making friends and enjoying life, but without any romantic fulfillment.
She spent her first evening in the dorm getting to know her new roommate, and to her delight they hit it off right away.
They liked the same music and food and clothes, and Bethany complimented several of her outfits and her taste in shoes as they unpacked, and Gabriella had the same reactions to the clothes that Bethany was hanging up. They quickly agreed to share clothes, and Gabriella felt good about having made a real friend.
After they crawled into bed, Bethany revealed that being in bed in a dark room was one of her favorite times of the day.
"It's because even though the day is over, it's not over completely," she said quietly from the bottom bunk. "I can think about everything good that happened and savor it and make plans to see if I can enjoy it again. Whatever it was."
"What if it was a bad day?" asked Gabriella. "Doesn't that send you off to sleep in a bad mood?"
"It's work, but I try hard just to think of the good stuff," laughed Bethany. "I'm not some sort of lunatic who never has a bad day or who insists on laughing even when life goes to shit, but I really think that the more I focus on good, the more good I'll experience."
"Huh," said Gabriella. "That makes sense. I guess I'll have to try to do that. I sometimes overthink and end up reliving the worst part of each day."
"That's pretty easy to do," admitted Bethany. "But if you focus on the future and what you want for the future, it gets easier to find the good in each thing. Like, let me see, do you have a boyfriend?"
"No," said Gabriella. "I'm single and unattached."
"So you have an unlimited chance to meet some great guys this year," said Bethany.
"I guess that's right," said Gabriella, staring off into the darkness.
"What's your idea of the perfect guy?" asked Bethany. "Funny? Quiet? Smart? Our age? Older?"
"I don't really know," answered Gabriella vaguely. "I guess it depends on the guy."
Bethany fell silent for several seconds, and when she spoke again her voice was different, as if she was sitting up in the bottom bunk.
"Can I ask you a really personal question?" she asked. "And you need to know that I value honesty, and will always be honest with you, so you can ask me anything at any time as well. And you never have to answer anything I ask that you don't want to, and I will never tell anyone anything that you tell me. Okay?"
"Sure," said Gabriella, dreading what she thought was next. "I understand."
"Do you like girls?" Bethany asked softly. "Like romantically? And if you want to talk about something else just tell me to shut the hell up and I'll never bring it up again."
Gabriella was quiet for several minutes, before suddenly feeling bold.
"I like girls," she said, out loud for the first time ever. "At least I think I do. I've never done anything with another girl, and I don't even know for sure how I feel. But I've been feeling this way for a long time."
She then tensed up, wondering if she'd overshared.
"I know what you mean," said Bethany. "I mean I like guys okay, and have even fooled around with a few of them, but earlier this summer I was with an older woman, and she did things to me that I just never experienced with a boy."
"Are you serious?" asked Gabriella, curiosity coursing through her. "An older woman?"
"She was thirty," Bethany said. "Not super old or anything, but she helped me understand what I like a lot better."
"Wow," said Gabriella, extremely jealous.
"So now that we know that about each other, we can really be best friends this year," said Bethany, and she said it with such sincere kindness that Gabriella grinned to herself in the top bunk.
"I never told anyone any of that before," Gabriella said.
"I didn't think I'd ever tell anyone about what I did either," said Bethany. "But your secret is safe with me. I promise."
"Same here," said Gabriella. "I won't tell anyone."
"But back to my point," said Bethany, "you like girls and you're here at college, where you're free to explore and meet people and really figure out for sure what you want and like. Isn't that exciting?"
