Rare Events Get Queerer

Further escapades of the college housemates introduced in the previous Rare Events stories, in which our narrator experiences an unanticipated first. Hopefully this installment stands on its own, but the characters and backstory are expanded in previous installments. All characters are of consenting age.

Leah popped into the bathroom, towel in hand, just as I was about to start the shower.

"Oh, sorry Jen, I didn't know you were in here, I'll come back."

"No worries!"

She turned to leave as I started the water.

"But Leah? You're welcome to come in with me! We can catch up!"

Our house is a very, very, very nice (old) house, typical college town fare, shared by the four of us girls on the second floor, and two guys on the top floor ("the attic"). The only challenging thing about the house is that we girls share the one bathroom on the floor. Fortunately, it is quite spacious, and over our two years together it had become a sort of communal space. It has a great big shower with a nice, detachable shower head. My closest friend and housemate Kate and I had often shared shower time because otherwise we might not get to talk for days; sometimes it was the only way to keep up on the latest. We'd both been high school cheerleaders and I suppose we were just used to sharing gym shower time with the girls. But I'd never shared one with Leah.

"Well, you're sure you don't mind? I do have to get around this evening..."

"Of course not! So, what's going on tonight, Leah?"

I stuck my hand in to check the water.

"A little pride party. Getting together with some friends at L'il Deb's. Some of us are graduating and this is really our last chance to get together before the end of the year."

Leah had trepidatiously tip-toed out of the closet shortly after we moved into the house, but over the last two years she'd gotten comfortable with herself, developed a circle of like-minded friends, and seemed happy these days.

"I know. I can't believe it's almost over. So many people I'm going to miss! Starting with my fantastic housemates. These last two years with you guys have been great. We

must

keep in touch; it's been too much fun to let it go! I've hardly seen Melissa this semester as it is! We need to compare notes since we're all headed for different law schools. We should really have a get-together before we all leave, just the four of us."

The water had gotten warm, so I peeled off my t-shirt and yoga pants and stepped in with my washcloth. Leah followed, and we shared the shower wand to soak ourselves. I took a good look at her while she was under the water. She's very attractive woman: I'm 5'3" and she's a little taller than me, a bit tomboyish, nice little butt on a slim, lithe body, perky smaller breasts with pointy pink nipples. She has a cute, freckled face with a pale complexion, framed by short, straight blond hair and fronted by a mischievous smile. And, I noticed, trimmed but not bare down below.

She was quiet when we first moved into the house, but as we got to know each other, she let loose her fun spirit and wicked wit. After wetting my hair, I grabbed my shampoo and squirted a big dollop on my hand to start that Sunday night ritual, working it into a lather.

"Yeah, Mel's practically living with her fiancé these days. But you're right, Jen! I'm in, we really should! Let's do it!

'All right! We'll work on it!"

"Do you mind if I try a little of that shampoo, Jen?"

"No, help yourself to whatever you like."

"What are you up to this evening, Jen?"

"Nothing! Studying. Hanging out and trying to recuperate from the last two days!"

Yes, there was a certain amount of partying involved in all the farewells.

"Hooking up with Dan tonight?"

I chuckled at that. Leah had caught me sneaking out of his room one morning a couple weeks ago. It's a long story, but the bottom line is that I wasn't supposed to be doing that. Our roommates Dan and Tom were not supposed to be hitting on us, that was the rule! The guys had behaved, but in the end both Kate and I had wound up...skirting the rules (see my earlier stories).

"No. He's in Boston for a few days, sorting out his housing and summer position before starting his graduate program in the Fall."

I'd really enjoyed my dalliance with Dan, but we were headed in different directions.

"Still seeing Emma? She going to be there tonight?"

I rinsed my hair and took a little more shampoo for a second round. While I was at it, I squirted some on Leah's palm.

"No...it's complicated. That was just a one-night thing. She's straight, maybe bi—she says she's just experimenting. I always seem to attract straight girls like her. She is fun though! It's hard for me to believe she's straight."

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't know."

"No, it's okay. Evidently, I like having sex with straight girls."

We both laughed. I took it as a joke about her experiments with my bff Kate not long after she came out. Kate is straight but is always telling me she had fun with Leah. She and Leah are close, even though Leah's annoyed that Kate has been fucking Tom, our other off-limits housemate. Another silly story.

We rinsed again and I massaged conditioner into my hair, giving Leah some to try too, then squirted body wash on my chest and lathered myself as best I could, Leah watching.

"Here Leah, try this stuff."

I squirted some body wash onto the washcloth, watched while she got herself soapy, then motioned her to turn her back to me.

"I'll get your back."

Kate and I are in the habit of doing each other's back this way; a little TLC is always nice. She hesitated for a second before spinning around.

I took my time, scrubbing her up with the washcloth, from her neck to the bottom of her butt cheeks, spending some time on her nice shoulders.

"That feels nice! Thanks."

She has a firm little ass, as I discovered when I grabbed it and she squealed, which made me laugh.

"Turnabout's fair play!"

When she'd caught me sneaking down from Dan's room she had accepted my transgression with a hug—though only after I'd made clear I wasn't having sex with Tom—and surprised me by grabbing my butt with both hands.

"My turn now."

I gave her the washcloth and presented my back, and she took her time soaping me up and rubbing me down. She has a sensual touch.

"Just my luck. I'm living with two of the hottest women on campus and they're both straight. I love your tits, Jen."

I laughed when she reached around to grab them.

"I've always wanted to cop a feel. And your landing strip! I'm too lazy to do anything with my coochy besides a little trimming."

"I seek professional help with it."

She giggled at that. When she finished scrubbing, I reached for the wand and started rinsing her down. As she turned to face me, I noticed her chest and neck were flushed, and her face a little red. I thought she might have been embarrassed by what she did or said.

"It's ok, I don't mind if you call me hot."

She giggled again. Her striking pink nipples were standing tall as I rinsed her chest and the fronts of her legs. It occurred to me that maybe her flushing was something else, and I may have reddened a little too. I handed her the shower head and turned to let her rinse my back. She seemed to linger on my butt and legs before handing it back. After quickly finishing my more private bits I put the shower back on its mount so we could get under it together and rinse the conditioner out of our hair.

Not fully satisfied with the result, she took the wand down again to wash away the residual, slippery conditioner that clung to our bodies, spraying herself and using her off hand to rub it away, doing the same for me. She didn't shy from giving my breasts and butt the treatment as I watched her, smiling; pretty sure she did that for her own pleasure. Replacing the wand in its holder, she hugged me, pulling our bodies together, our naked breasts, hips and pubes touching, and I wrapped her in return, hands at the top of her ass.

"That was nice. Thanks for sharing, Jen. Now I understand why you and Kate spend so much time in the shower together."

We giggled, it was my turn to feel flushed, and I admit it wasn't solely embarrassment. I'm a woman who knows when I'm aroused, and I was feeling a bit aroused. Surprising to me because I've spent a lot of time with attractive women, including Kate for one, but didn't remember feeling anything like this. Perhaps seeing her looking at me with what I took for lust, apparently aroused, struck a chord in me too.

"It

was

nice! Maybe we'll get a chance to do it again before we're done and gone, Leah."

"I'd like that."

I shut the water off.

"Yes! And if you get bored with Dan you know where I am, you know I like straight girls..."

Maybe she saw a surprised look on my face, maybe she was afraid she was stepping over a line with a roommate and friend? I don't know, but she laughed it off and stepped back, turned to get out of the shower, drying and wrapping herself in a towel.

"I better go do my hair and get around or I'll be late. Thanks again Jen!"

"Have fun tonight. See you later!"

She left me pondering my physical reaction and the awkwardness I'd briefly felt. Honestly didn't remember any woman hitting on me before, or maybe I'm just completely oblivious. Reflecting on it I still felt a little turned on.

***

One lousy test left, and a meaningless one at that, in an elective that didn't matter, and next year long set. Still, I couldn't stand the thought of ending on a weak note, so had determined to spend a few hours reviewing and reading tonight. I slipped into pajama shorts and a sleeveless tee and set to work. At some point, a few hours later, I fell asleep on my bed surrounded by my books, lights still on. Probably hadn't been dozing long when a quiet knocking on the door startled me awake.

"Hello?"

A girl's voice answered, trying to keep low, almost whispering: "Jen? Are you awake?"

I was now. I got up and padded to the door.

"Leah, is that you? Are you okay?"

"Yes, I saw your light on and just wanted to..."

I opened the door to her standing there.

"Oh, hi Jen. Listen..."

"Come in! You don't have to stand in the hall. What's up? Are you sure you're okay?"

I was still half-awake but thought maybe Leah was a little intoxicated. She seemed unsure walking over to the bed. She'd gotten a little done up for her party, makeup, wearing a cute short skirt and lightweight top that let her impressive nipples poke through.

"Listen Jen, I wanted to apologize. You and Kate and Melissa have been the best housemates I could have asked for...you guys have meant so much to me these last couple of years, you've helped me so much. I want to stay friends. I was happy we got a chance to talk tonight in the shower, and I... Sorry if I said something I shouldn't have."

I was starting to wake up now at least.

"What do you mean, Leah? Apologize for what? You know we all love you. Here, let me clear this crap off the bed and you can tell me what you're talking about."

I threw everything on the floor and went around to the other side of the bed, where I could lean against a pillow and put my legs up. I looked over at Leah, mildly amused to see her tipsy. I didn't remember seeing her at all drunk before. I patted the bed.

"Here, relax. Did you have a good time at the party?"

She swung her legs up and reclined against the headrest.

"Yes, it was great! But I was worried that I'd upset you. I'm sorry."

"About what? Why would I be upset?"

"I was afraid you thought I was hitting on you..."

I chuckled.

"You mean you weren't? Yeah, it's ok Leah, you didn't upset me!"

"You looked embarrassed."

"Well, okay, to be honest, I thought maybe you were aroused. I was just surprised."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be that way. I don't want you to be uncomfortable with me."

"Leah, no, I'm not. No apologies needed. Friends forever."

I put an arm around her, and she leaned lightly against me.

"You look so cute; I'm surprised you didn't hook up with someone tonight."

"Thank you. Nah, Sunday night. It was all my friends. It was nice to just talk and kind of wrap up the good times. I'm sure a lot of us will lose touch now. It's hard to say goodbye. I wasn't in the mood for a hook up."

"I know. It's a bittersweet time."

"Anyway, you're the prettiest girl I've ever met, Jen. I've always had a little crush on you. But details. Like you're my roommate. And you're straight."

We both laughed.

"True. But then so is Kate! What happened there?"

"Yeah, I know. You guys were the first people I told...after I came out, Kate and I talked a lot. One day she just straight up asked if I wanted to fool around with her; she said she always wanted to see what it was like to be with a girl. I mean, she's gorgeous, I wasn't going to turn that down! I was just happy to touch a woman—and it was fun! She was honest about herself though, really into men obviously...lucky bastard Tom."

She added that last comment with a bit of a sneer. I had to laugh.

"Yeah...she's a lusty woman. He's just convenient. And apparently well qualified for the job."

That drew a laugh.

"It

was

nice, though; I think my experiences with her helped me be more comfortable when I got the chance to be with other women."

"I know Kate had fun experimenting with you! She told me you had a thing for me and I should hook up with you. But I've just never been especially attracted to women like I am with men."

"I know...but you weren't wrong, I was a little excited, in the shower. I've been attracted to you from the time we met and, I don't know, I suppose touching you connected with my fantasies."

"If I'm being honest Leah, I felt myself getting a little turned on in the shower, too, with the thought that

you

were aroused. That just seems like such a normal human thing, you know? We've all gotten so close over the last couple years...I feel you."

"Jen, you know, when I moved in with you guys, living with you and Kate, I found myself fantasizing about you two. I mean, I always knew I was attracted to girls, but I couldn't deny it anymore. I had to come out. Thanks for making it so easy."

I love my roomies and felt so close to her at that moment—and a tightening in my abdomen. She snuggled against me, then turned to look at me, holding my eyes with her gaze.

"Oh Leah, I'm glad you feel that way. We love you."

Then she just blurted it out.

"May I kiss you, Jen?"

"I think you're a little drunk?"

"Not drunk. Just two drinks braver than sober. If I don't do it now I never will."

I chuckled. But her longing found sympathy in me.

"Okay...I guess so, why not?"

She leaned in, put her arm partly around me and pushed her lips against mine. Both our eyes were open, and we started giggling, and had to break off for a few seconds.

"Sorry Jen, I know it's silly."

But she moved back into the kiss, and I let my eyes close. Her lips were so soft and moist as they moved sensually on mine; it was quite lovely. Our sides touched as she pulled me tighter and her breast pressed against me. I didn't stop her as a hand cupped my other breast over my thin shirt, gently exploring. Of course, my body was responding. After a couple of minutes, she paused to look at me smiling, questioning, waiting to see if I would tell her to stop. I could see how flushed she had become; her excitement was overflowing into me.

"God, I love your boobs, Jen."

Kissing again, her soft lips parting slightly as they slid temptingly over mine, she pushed a little, rolling us back against the bed, snuggling the length of her body against me, bare legs slipping together as my arms slid over her back. We kissed for a long time, not stopping, not moving further, just lingering in the embrace, savoring the sensations. Finally, she paused again, looking down on me now, smiling as her hand slipped under my shirt and fingers ever so lightly felt their way to my breast, raising goosebumps. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, giving me the sense of being an observer watching it happen, analyzing my response. I seemed to be enjoying the show.

She continued, slightly less gently now as her passion grew, her tongue exploring my lips, her fingers roaming my breasts, circling my nipples. My own hands caressed her back as we kissed, moving under her blouse, fingers touching skin, massaging the edge of her scapula, then softly down along her spine to the top of her skirt, back up to the base of her neck. Her body so light and soft compared to the men I'd been with.

When she pinched a nipple I felt a jolt below, and gasped. As she raised up to look at me briefly, her crotch pushed firmly against my hip and stayed there as she resumed. I felt her hump against it and pushed my hand down her hip to her leg, below her skirt, then back up under it, reaching up to her ass, finding bare skin, grabbing it. Searching I found only bare skin.

"No panties?!"

"It's a little crazy I know, but sometimes when I'm feeling sexy, I go bare under a skirt."

"Wow, you're braver than me!"

"i feel sexy now."

She paused for a moment.

"Jen?"

"What?"

"I really want to have sex with you."

In for a penny, in for a pound I suppose; I make no excuses for my libertine ways. Kate knows what a bag of horny I am and always said I would enjoy being with Leah, too. By now I was aroused and wanted to let her; why not? She gasped and then moaned as I slid fingers between her legs, up over her perineum, teasing her, forward just to the bottom edge of her slit. Taking that for a yes, she rose up and pushed my shirt up. I let her pull it over my head. She unbuttoned and slipped hers off in return.

I played with her ass until it was out of reach as she went down, kissing, her erect nipples sliding against my bare chest. Kissing my breasts, gently teasing my nipples, tonguing, sucking, gently nibbling until she gave a less gentle nip that reported from my pussy again as her leg pressed on it. As she moved back up to kiss me, she paused to tease our nipples together softly, the surprise pleasure giving me goosebumps, finally continuing up to taunt me with her breasts in my face. Her pink nipples were striking and erect on her firm little tits, and I took my time, licking and sucking as she offered them to my mouth, knowing the pleasure that gives me, and must be giving her. She moaned her appreciation.

When she was satisfied, she started kissing her way down, from my neck to my breasts, my belly, to the waistband of my pajama shorts, and I shivered as she hooked them with her fingers and eased them down, teasing with little kisses of her soft lips all the way.

"Oh god, Leah..."

The anticipation got to me; I really wanted her to keep going and started quietly moaning and pleading as she teased. She paused just long enough pull my bottoms off and moved back up to address my now naked pussy. She looked up at me as I spread my legs and pulled up my knees to make space for her.

"Oh my god, I love cunnilingus..."

"I've wanted to do this for a long time."

Her hand reached for my breasts as she gently kissed all around the outside of my vulva, my legs, my mons, rubbing her face in my landing strip like she wanted to bury herself in me. She was so delicate, so soft and slow and sweet.

"I love your pussy."

She went on this way for the longest time, teasing, so long it was almost cruel; I ached for her to touch my most sensitive parts. Finally, her lips kissed my inner labia, her tongue slipped ever so slightly into my slit and began sliding up, down toward my perineum, back up, deeper, and finally, up to lightly touch my begging, engorged clit.

"Oh god. Yes!"

When I'm really aroused my clit gets so erect and big, poking out of its sheath, and becomes very sensitive. I was very aroused now. Leah kissed it so softly, then her lips slipped around it as she began gently sucking on it, her tongue barely touching it. So good I almost couldn't stand it, and after the long build up I immediately began tensing, trembling in anticipation of climax. Then just as I thought she was going to take me over the top, she stopped, moved to my mons, then scooted up to kiss me. Her leg between mine, sliding against my pussy, her pussy pushing against my hip, humping, keeping me on the edge.