I'd been living in the sorority for a couple of months now and it was a great time. I had one of the upstairs rooms, which I shared with three other girls who were all really nice. The only problem with the room, or so I thought initially, was that there were only two queen-sized beds; I shared one with my best friend, Cindy, and the two other girls, Jenny and Ariana, shared the other bed. Cindy and I had been roommates in the freshman dorm and had applied to join tri-delta together (which is where we met the other two girls).
I had never had sex with another woman before, but the morning after the sorority's pledge party I had woken up, covered in cum, in a bed with Cindy. We fooled around a bit that morning and I discovered that I was decidedly bi-sexual and didn't mind sharing a bed with Cindy at all. Judging from the occasional moans and groans I heard, I don't think that Jenny and Ariana minded the living arrangements either! Still, they were more into boys than Cindy and I were and when the day before Valentine's Day rolled around they both had dates while, much to our dismay, Cindy and I did not. We decided to make the best of it though, and go out with each other. We drew straws and I got the long one, meaning that I had to be the "boy" for purposes of the date—I had to make the reservations for dinner and get ready somewhere besides our room (we couldn't get ready together because then there would be no surprises on the date!).
On the morning of Valentine's Day I woke up and hopped into the two-person shower, which Jenny was already in. While helping wash each other's backs we talked about our plans for the day; Jenny said that she and Ariana figured that their dates would last all night, and that we shouldn't expect them back until the morning. On my way out to class I relayed this information to Cindy—it was nice to know that we had the room to ourselves all night!
My classes seemed to drag on forever. In psychology we did some sort of personality test with the arrogant Dr. Arton; I didn't really concentrate much on it because I was thinking about my date tonight with Cindy. I had made reservations for us at a little Italian restaurant that was supposed to be very intimate. In my backpack I had already stashed some makeup and jewelry, my favorite red velvet dress (by Bebe) and a pair of strappy, black high-heeled shoes (9 West). I was going to change in the girls' room across the hall from my own; the four girls in there were freshman like us and didn't mind if I joined them while we got ready for our dates. I met Cindy at Ms. Somers' music class and we sat in back together and enjoyed the Brandenburg Concertos. We couldn't keep our eyes (or hands!) off each other and I think we gave some guy sitting in the back row with us quite a show. We were both giddy with excitement as we walked back to the sorority house.
Since I wasn't allowed in our room all afternoon I stayed downstairs and watched TV in the common room. A couple of girls were watching an episode of the Young and the Restless and Victor was doing something horrible to Jack. Of course that seems to be true of just about every episode.
About two hours before I was supposed to pick Cindy up for our date I headed upstairs to get ready. The first thing I did was wax my whole pussy—peach fuzz was beginning to grow in from the last time and I wanted to be as smooth as possible for Cindy. Then I took a shower washing and conditioning my hair. When I got out I stepped into a flurry of activity with five naked (or nearly so) bodies flying around the bathroom getting ready. Some girls were getting into the shower while others were putting on makeup or trying on clothes, seeing what looked best and asking for opinions. Somebody had put on Britney Spears 'Oops!…I Did it Again' and we were all singing along over the roar of hair dryers and the shower. After rubbing body oil over myself to keep in the shower's moisture, I managed to fight my way to the mirror. I stopped for a moment to admire what I saw there. My dirty blond hair was still wet and plastered to my body and you could hardly make out the golden highlights. My blue-green eyes were sparkling with anticipation over the night to come and my full lips couldn't help but twist up at on the ends in a smile. My 38d breasts jutted out from my chest with the impressive perkiness of youth. They had only really developed over the past two or three years and I still marveled at their fullness. Cupping them in my hands I held them together, enjoying their softness and substantial heft. I tweaked my nipples and watched them harden. I make it a point to tan topless (and naked if possible) so that I have a nearly perfect tan except for a tiny 'V' in front and an even smaller one in back from my thong bikini bottom. My flat tummy has just the vaguest hint of a six-pack and I keep my long legs and round ass in excellent shape by playing field hockey on the university team.
Snapping out of my reverie I let my breasts go and began blow-drying my hair. Once it was nearly dry I stopped and changed into my dress. Since it was very low-cut in back and had spaghetti straps there was no way I could wear a bra—even a strapless one would have shown. And anyway, I love the feeling of my unconstrained breasts bouncing and jiggling with every step I take! Even without a bra though, you could definitely see my cleavage because my boobs were pressed together by the tight-fitting, stretchy bodice of the dress. I mentioned that the dress was low-cut in back and when I say low cut, I mean low cut. You couldn't quite see the cleavage of my butt cheeks but it was close! The only modest thing about the dress was that it was floor length. Still, the bottom was tight fitting and there was a slit on the left side that reached my upper thigh; every time I took a step I exposed a generous amount of leg and nearly uncovered the matching red velvet thong I slipped on underneath the dress. Going back to the mirror I decided on some fire engine red lipstick, which matched the color of my dress. I went all out for Cindy putting on foundation, blush, eyeliner and mascara. I wore two ruby stud earrings. Finally getting back to my hair I went for an elaborate up do. It took me a couple of tries, but with perseverance and enough hair spray I finally got it just right. I left a few tendrils on either side of my face to frame it. The final piece of the ensemble was a black velvet choker to match my black 3" heels. I looked at the clock and discovered that I was about five minutes late in picking up Cindy. Hurrying across the hall I couldn't believe that I had butterflies in my stomach as I knocked on her, I mean our, door.
"I'll be right there!" I heard Cindy yell from the other side. After a few minutes of nervous anticipation the door opened a crack and Cindy slipped out without letting me see what was inside. Not that I would have noticed anyway, because I couldn't take my eyes off of Cindy. She looked stunning in a "little black dress", pantyhose and high-heeled shoes. She had a beautiful ruby and gold necklace that matched the red and blond highlights in her hair and, like me, she had simple ruby stud earrings in her delicate ear lobes.
"Wow, you look fantastic!" we both stammered at the same time. I reached for her and we embraced in the hallway, our breasts crushing against each other, our tongues seeking and finding one another in a long, wet kiss. We must have held each other in the hallway for at least five minutes as our tongues and hands explored each other's mouths and bodies and I could feel her hard nipples pushing into my breasts.
"Mmmmm…we really should…mmm…get going if we…mmmmm…want to make it…to…mmm…dinner…" I managed to get out.
"Can't we…mmmm…just…stay…mmm…here?" She asked, sliding her hand through the slit in my dress.
"No…we have to…ohhhh…at least make the…ahhh…the pretense…of going out." Cindy had found my velvet covered pussy and was sliding her fingers back and forth across it. With a burst of willpower I pushed Cindy away from me. "Come on, the limo should be waiting for us downstairs."
"A limo huh? You must really want to score on this date!" Cindy said grinning from ear to ear.
"Yeah, I don't know where I'm going to find the money for it, but you are definitely worth it! Now come on!" Taking her arm in mine I escorted her downstairs where the limo was indeed waiting for us.
The chauffeur helped us in and we snuggled together in the back seat.
"Where do you lovely ladies wish to go?" he asked, lowering the privacy partition.
"La Dolce Vida" I told him.
The driver raised the privacy screen and we pulled out.
"Now where were we before you drug me out here?" Cindy asked putting her hand on my bare leg.
"Wait a second!" I protested jokingly. "I'm not the kind of girl who goes all the way on a first date you know!"
"Well I am, and I'm the 'girl' for this date—you did get the…long…straw after all!"
"In that case," I slid my hand between her thighs "I should really…" I stopped in amazement. "Stockings?! You're too much! I thought you were just wearing pantyhose!"
"Pantyhose? On a date like this? No my dear, only silk stockings are good enough for you." She positively smoldered with passion and satisfaction as she sat back in her seat with her legs slightly parted.
With that I leaned over her and began kissing her hard while my hand continued snaking up her dress. When I reached her silk panties she sighed into my mouth.
"Open your eyes," I told her.
"Why?"
