This was the best summer of my life. I had auditioned for and been accepted to a prestigious music camp at Scarborough College to study cello. Working twelve hours a day on solo, small ensemble and orchestral literature. I was shocked I made it in the first place but really felt in over my head once I was on campus. I mean I am a good player for my school, my district my state, even, but these players were all exceptional. Not only musically, but in life. I had thought the cello was going to be the only thing between my legs this summer. And then I met Ellie.
I made principal player in the second orchestra and it was a challenge. The music was much tougher and the conductor was more demanding than what I was used to. So any free time I had I spent in a cramped practice room in the music building. But it was a bit strange even for me, to be on the second floor at 9:30 on a Friday night. Not alone. There were a couple other string players and a flutist, flautist for the snooty ones. It seems it's easy to reserve a practice room on Friday night. The 250 campers are out on the square enjoying life and summer classes had not started for the college. I was working on a Beethoven piece when a knock on the door stopped my practice. It actually startled me a bit.
"Hi. I'm Ellie the weekend monitor."
"Mollie. Camper."
"Cool. We close at 10:00 tonight."
"Good. I need to stop for the night."
"I need to warn the others. "
"I'll be packed up in a minute."
"I'll see you when I come back this way.. ok?"
"Sure."
Since the night I turned eighteen and was introduced to lesbian sex with Suzy Pond every time I met a new girl, I wondered if she is a lesbian. I'd been with Suzy three times over the last fifteen months. And while I loved being with her, I wanted more. I wanted to rub my hands over some soft and tender breasts and kiss her ear. Kiss her everything. Her lips. Yes, her soft, sensuous lips. And To have her warm breath on my neck as she winds her fingers down the center of my back before ending up with her hand on my rear. I get wet thinking about it.
I'd had a feeling I was gay years before I acted on it. In my little town and school I just never felt like there were even any girls like me. Plus I was afraid to even attempt to find out. I dated boys but really never enjoyed it. My older brother used to tell me about the boys who thought I was hot and I had heard all the jokes about how lucky my cello was to between my legs. But it just didn't seem right. And while Suzy was certainly more experienced than I, I wanted more. I wanted to love and live my life in public rather than in the shadows.
But...I never acted. Still afraid.
"Ready to go?" It was Ellie.
"Uhh...yes I am."
The cello case is a heavy mother! It has to be to protect my $50,000 instrument. My parents traded my first cello for this one when I began to show talent. They are wealthy but I've never taken the cello for granted. The deal with my parents is that I do the work and they pay the freight and I would never betray their trust. I haven't discussed my sexual preference with them although mom and I broached the topic once...not about me personally but sexual mores in general. However, I think that the longer I go without a man in my life, she suspects.
Ellie walked ahead of me down the hall to the elevator. My cello case had wheels so I'm a wide load on a sidewalk...or a hallway.
Ellie wore a pair of thin cotton pants that accented her behind shifting left and right. It wasn't one of those "big booty" type butts but perfectly round...and one I would desperately like to get my hands on.
We chatted as we rode the elevator down and then out the front door. As we stepped into the summer night, I noticed there were students hanging out, and a few couples sitting on the benches that surrounded the Quad. One couple was gay boys which I found encouraging. Ellie spoke to them as we passed. They called her by name. That too was encouraging.
"Are you staying in the catacombs?"
"Hmmp...yes. It's not bad actually. Room to myself. On the corner so it's bigger than most rooms." I hoped she picked up the room to myself.
"My car is right here. You want a ride?"
"Yes That would be nice. Thanks."
We drove around campus looking at the hot spots for a few minutes before heading back toward the old dorm. Ellie transferred here after attending the camp. Her instrument is the Horn, French Horn. I'm beginning to get the transfer feeling myself. My cello teacher here is a real cellist as opposed to the violinist who taught me at my school.
"Here we are. Front door service."
"Thank you. I'll see you again, around, I suppose?"
"Hope to." She touched my hand. My pussy gushed.
"Uh...thanks. Again. For the ride."
I nearly ran into the building heading to my room, cello in tow. I stripped and headed to my shower. I waited for the stream to warm up before hoping in. I ran my hands through my hair and over my body. I squirted shampoo in my hands and worked up quite the lather. The suds dripped down my neck onto my shoulders and eventually down my chest and over my breasts. Some bodywash added. I ran my hands down my body. Over my breasts, down my belly and into the region that needed the most attention. I found my clit and gently massaged it between my thumb and first finger. I loved the feeling. My other hand did the same to my right nipple. Damn it felt good too. I fantasized about Ellie fingering me. And eating me out. About the girl I just met an hour or so ago. And I wanted to have her in my bed. Or her have me. Which is more likely. Just as my clitoral orgasm began, I put the hand held sprayer on my clit and I used my fingers to manipulate my G spot. The orgasm that followed nearly knocked me to my knees. Wave after wave of pleasure charged through my body. My knees buckled and I took a couple deep breaths before standing up straight, rinsing off and stepping out of the shower.
I dried off, crawled naked into bed, grabbed the dildo and started again. After an orgasm or two I finished off and fell asleep dreaming about a woman I just met.
They next few day were uneventful. I studied. I practiced. I rehearsed. And occasionally I had a meal in the cafeteria. And more than occasionally I masturbated to my new dream girl. There was a concert coming up on Thursday and I had three solos...minor, short solos but an opportunity to excel, none the less.
Wednesday night, after dinner, I ran into Ellie walking across the quad. She actually spoke first. That was encouraging.
"Hey, cutie. What's up?" She hollered it from the other side and I nearly wet myself. Since the night in the music building I have cum to so many fantasies about her.
After a few minutes of pleasant chatter she asked, "Are you busy tonight?"
"Nothing special. Going to go back to my room, watch a movie and crash, I guess. We have our concert tomorrow."
"The midterm concerts. Big night. The townies come. I saw you last night at the Red orchestra concert. In your black pants and pink shirt. Hot! I was in the tech booth."
Did she just say I was hot?
"Miss small town girl made a big impression. You were the talk. Question: were you wearing a bra?"
"Of course I was."
"Didn't look like it."
"It's a bralette. You know."
Ellie just laughed. "You've got great little bouncy boobs." She giggled again and I smiled.
"I've got a tub of Blue Bell chocolate ice cream and Netflix. Want to join me? We'll get a sappy romcom. What you say?"
"You had me at tub of Blue Bell"
Actually, I was thinking, you had me the moment you knocked on my door.
We walked across the quad and to the parking lot where her sweet little Mini Cooper was parked. Yes, it's convertible. That's where my cello rode the other night. On the ride to her little house, we talked about the concert tomorrow with the White Orchestra, my group.
Blue played on Friday and the ensembles were
in Saturday. The Monday following we started all over. We had one week to prepare a concert. With the same concert schedule. Then we packed up and went back to our boring existence.
She turned into her driveway. Her house was cute. Really. The colors were cool and the yard was landscaped. Not your typical college students house.
I had read lesbian sex stories on Literotica about one of the girls throwing the other up against the wall as soon as the front door closed and I truly hoped those stories weren't fiction. I wanted Ellie to take me. To ravage my body...it didn't happen.
"My place is a bit different. My living room has all my recording equipment and it's where I practice."
She put her purse on the table by the front door. "Come this way."
We walked down the hall. "This little bedroom serves as my den. Cozy."
