note: A special thanks to Colly for her advice and friendship.
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"Bah, humbug." Cindy Davis wasn't overflowing with holiday cheer. In fact, her happy yuletide tank had been empty all week. Now she was filling up with Jack Daniels, but it wasn't improving her mood.
Sue Cangelosi turned away from the mini-refrigerator and walked over with two re-filled glasses. "Girl, you are just no fun at Christmas parties. That's no way to bring in the holidays."
Cindy grinned. The "party" was a two-girl drinking bout in her dorm room. She and Sue were through with finals except for a blow-off test in Greek mythology, and that was two days away. With both of them broke, and the dorm almost deserted, they decided to open the bottle of bourbon Ray left when he went home for the holidays.
It served him right. That was two long weeks ago, and he hadn't called in days.
"So why the happy holiday blues?" Sue handed over one of the glasses then sat on the bed with Cindy. "It's two days before our last final which means it's two days before we have to go home to our mothers."
Once again, Cindy had to grin. Neither of them was looking forward to going home, but no test had ever hindered Sue's social life. A fun-loving, free spirit, she was always going out with an ever-changing assortment of guys, and sometimes girls. For while she never came on to Cindy, or any other girl in the dorm, Sue made no secret of her open-minded sexuality.
Of course, she never had a problem attracting the attention of either males or females outside the dorm. How could she miss? Sue was the type who never met a stranger or took a "no" seriously, and had looks to die for. Thick lashes framed her luminous brown eyes. She had this sexy, olive complexion and full, "kiss me" lips. But most of all, there was her outrageous body.
Sue was one of the few girls Cindy knew who didn't mind being seen naked. If someone was in her room and she needed to change, Sue changed. Since their first day as freshmen, Cindy had seen Sue's nude body many times. And what a body. It reminded her of the languid, voluptuous nudes you saw in paintings by Renaissance masters.
Sue's long, thick hair cascaded down her smooth, shapely back until it brushed against the beginning swell of an incredible bottom. In an age when fashion models always seemed malnourished, that bottom might have struck some as a bit, well, grandiose. But to the short, blonde Cindy, it shouted of an overt, womanly sexuality that she envied and had sometimes found uncomfortably hard to ignore.
Now she looked over at Sue who was sprawled in a casual pile beside her. The bottom of the man's silk pajama top Sue wore as a nightshirt was bunched around her hips, revealing impossibly long legs. The room suddenly seemed a little warm. Cindy took a long pull on her drink and then cleared her throat. "So you want to know why the bluebird of happiness isn't on my shoulder. Well, let's see, I'm facing a long, joyful holiday season at home, I'm so horny my eyes almost cross, and Ray is half-way across the country."
Sue sat up. "I feel you pain, girl. It's not like I don't have my own problems back on the home front. But if you're horny, and Ray's away, there's a lot of other fish out in the ocean. People I'm with are always asking about my friend, the cute blue-eyed blonde cheerleader-type with the great boobs."
Cindy shook her head. It made her head spin. "But they aren't Ray. Besides, we didn't have cheerleaders. The school board said they were sexist."
"Give me a break." Sue shook her head in obvious disgust, then shrugged. "Look, I understand you're hung-up on Ray. But if you can't be with him, be with somebody. January's a long way off."
"I couldn't. Just the thought of being with another guy, much less us doing anything, it's a complete turn-off."
Sue gave her a rare, serious look. "Well, then what about a girl?"
"What? Oh, no. I've never--. I couldn't. I mean, I know you, well, that's okay for you. But not me."
"Tell me the truth. Haven't you ever thought about it?"
"Of course, not." Cindy looked down and bit her lower lip. "Well, yeah, I guess so. Back in junior high, I had this huge crush on a really great substitute teacher, Miss Agnore. She was tall and pretty and real nice. I wanted to be just like her. Then one day, she gave me this special smile and suggested I come to her room after school. I remember feeling real funny inside, you know, excited and all. But then I got scared and went right home. The next day she acted like nothing happened. Next week the regular teacher came back and I never saw her again."
Sue got off the bed, took Cindy's half-full glass, and sat both it and hers on top of the mini-frig. Then she crawled back onto the bed and put a hand on her friend's shoulder. "You know the difference between you and me?" Cindy looked up and shook her head. "When I met my Miss Agnore, I went back to her room, again and again."
They gazed into each other's eyes. Then Sue leaned very close and whispered, "Relax, and let me show you what you missed that day."
Cindy was anything but relaxed. Her heart was racing, her stomach was doing somersaults, her entire body was trembling. Just breathing was a chore. This was so wrong. But she couldn't speak, much less say, no.
Mesmerized, she watched Sue's face come closer until it went out of focus. Soft lips began brushing against her cheek, around her ear, then down to her neck where they nibbled on the tender flesh.
Somehow, the Army fatigue shirt she got from Ray and used as a nightgown became unbuttoned. She didn't care. By then Sue was on top, in charge, and nuzzling on one of her ears. It felt so good.
Long, delicate fingers stroked her breasts and squeezed their hard, pink nipples. Those same fingers moved up and cradled her face and then Sue was kissing her on the lips. It was gentle and skillful and incredibly exciting.
Unsure what to do, Cindy hesitantly wrapped her arms around Sue, who responded by snuggling closer. As her passion mounted, she found herself hugging Sue tighter and returning the kiss. They became lost in a world of soft, intimate kisses.
As their tongues darted from mouth to mouth, Sue stroked Cindy's body. Breasts, belly, thighs were all explored. The touching soon concentrated on her panties and then on the part covering her pussy. Cindy was almost certain she didn't want Sue's hand down there. It was one thing to kiss and hug, but this was something else. Still, she felt powerless under that magical touch.
A gentle pressure just above her clit forced out an unexpected moan. The unstoppable fingers moved up to the waistband and then slipped inside. When they slid into her silky pubic hairs, Cindy shuddered with pleasure. At the first, gentle, penetrating stroke, her entire body jerked uncontrollably.
Breaking their long kiss, Sue moved down and began sucking on a breast and gently chewing its very erect nipple. She began sucking harder while moving her fingers faster and deeper. Cindy's breathing became a series of pants that matched her pace.
It was a shock when it all suddenly stopped. She heard Sue saying something about lifting her bottom, and instantly obeyed. Moments later, her panties were on the floor. A steady, insistent pressure pushed her compliant legs further apart. Then Sue slipped off the bed and positioned herself between them.
Fingers were once again exploring the opening to her pussy. A tongue, softly licking her inner thighs, joined them. Glancing down, she saw the top of Sue's head moving up and down between her thighs. A nimble tongue darted around, teasing and tormenting her clit and sending waves of pleasure washing over her body.
Smooth cheeks caressed her inner thighs while soft, delicate fingers stroked up and down her body. Sue took Cindy's hands and guided them down to her dark-blonde pubic hair. As her passion mounted, and she raced toward an orgasm, Cindy overcame any last vestige of modesty and began stroking her own pussy.
She could feel a huge climax approaching and vaguely knew she was gasping and bucking all over the bed. But just as she reached the trigger point, Sue pushed her fingers away and stopped licking. This kept happening until Cindy was almost hysterical with need and begging for relief.
The next time she began hurtling toward a climax, Sue yielded to those pleas. Cindy's fingers weren't pushed away and that talented tongue continued its fantastic work.