Part 2
It was the best summer of my life. And the busiest. I had transferred from one college to another, moved to my new apartment and made love to the beautiful and hot Ellie several times. The one thing I didn't do was fall in love. While Ellie is such a good person, I'm not ready yet to settle down. My body count was two and I wanted to experience more and different women. Not that I was complaining, the sex was great and at times eye opening. And I enjoyed her company. I enjoyed being able to live my life out loud. I enjoyed being one half of the hottest lesbian couple on campus...at least in my eyes.
One summer day while I was back at my parents home I got a text from Ellie. It was a photograph of a small house on a lake. The text read: you and me this weekend. Bring a bikini...or don't. Let's talk after practice.
We had adjusted our individual practice schedules in order to keep from interrupting. I was told, and I believe, two hours of practice each day keeps you at a consistent level. But to get better you needed to push toward three.
I also believed that with sex. The more you practiced the better you got. Sometimes it's hard to concentrate on cello when you really want to go have your pussy licked.
Toward the end of July I did meet Ellie at the little cabin. I'm a beach girl but if it means a weekend with Ellie I can deal with it. When I drove up the gravel driveway I rolled up on the small cottage with a wrap around porch, a hammock and a very naked Ellie. Realizing I was way overdressed, I jumped from the jeep, ripped my shirt off and I bounced up the stairs into her waiting arms.
She swung me around and onto the hammock.
Off came my boots, my shorts and my panties. I spread my legs and Ellie dove in, placing her face squarely between my lips and her tongue as far up as she could get it. I grabbed her head like a football and raised my knees for better access. Her arms wrapped around my thighs and she just crawled up inside me. In just a matter of minutes I was having an orgasm. A long needed orgasm. An orgasm that shook me to the core. She ate my pussy. She ate it all. I wish I had taken a pic of her face Covered in my goo. I smashed my knees together to feel that last jolt of a great O.
That weekend we did butch lesbian things like fixing planks in the kitchen floor. I drove a tractor and cut grass. Some call it a yard mower but it looked like a tractor to me. So...Whatever, there are no tan lines on my boobs.
At night we fucked. She had a two headed battery powered flexible dildo that when inserted it massaged our G-Spots at the same time.
During that weekend she put nipple clamps on me for the first time. I loved them. The pain was not too much to bear, and the pleasure was unexplainable. It was clear to me I was becoming more and more submissive. I mean she wasnt being dominant and bossing me around but whatever she wanted to do sexually I was game.
We were lying on the porch in the hammock. The moon reflected off the surface of the lake.
"I need to tell you something," she said as she ran her fingers through my hair.
"Ok..."
"There is another friend of mine coming to campus this year. Shelby is my age and we battled for first chair at every clinic for three years. Then one night we kissed. And you can imagine what happened after that."
"Ellie, we've never even discussed being exclusive. Neither of us has ever used the L word."
"I know...but you are pretty significant in my life and..."
"And as long as I'm in your life, whatever part that is, I'm here for it. I am...here for it all."
We sat there, quietly, I rolled slightly and took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.. Her breathing was relaxed. "I want a threesome. I want to have a threesome. I want you and Shelby and me to get in a pile."
"What?! You don't know her..."
"You do..."
"Or what she looks like..."
"I don't care about looks. The fact you are beautiful is just icing on the cake."
"I don't know..."
A long silence.
"She was your girlfriend, wasnt she?"
"Back in high school. Since then we've been hit or miss lovers. More like friends with benefits."
"Ok...so a threesome may be too tricky"
"Uh...not at all. I think it's possible. Shelby can be a bit difficult at times but she does love to fuck. We'll see.
We spent the rest of the night spooning on the porch, in the breeze in the hammock.
My new apartment was sweet. Dad had an old friend who worked in TV who had a few apartments Just off the square and about four minutes to campus. Plenty room. My classes were going well. I liked them all. There was an undercurrent of positive vibes that ran all through the campus. There was not a football team but we did have both girls and boys teams like lacrosse, soccer, volleyball and cross country. I had run in high school so I went out and made the team. We weren't very good but I had fun. I wasn't the only lesbian on the team. I owe this freedom to my mother and this happiness to my mother and the tough conversation we had that forced me to admit I was a lesbian. All in all the easiest coming out story of all time.
Whenever there was a home game we went to the volleyball matches and sat as a group of lesbos. There were three out players and three not out players. So we had to be careful. But we were welcomed by players and coaches alike. It wasn't like we were recruiting or anything. Not even matching t-shirts just a group of twenty or so girls who liked sports and the people who played sports. The girls on vball were tall and wore those tight shorts and they patted each other's ass. This was the college experience I was looking for plus the life experience too.
I had one class outside of the music complex. It was British Literature, I chose it as an elective. Dr Kate Marsh taught the class at 6:00pm once a week. The reason I took this particular section is because Dr Marsh is hot and I like Brit Lit. Forty years old, long dark hair, ruby red lipstick. From what I understand all the grad students take a run at her but she shoots them all down. The word on the street is she is bisexual. Some students claim to have found her picture and profile on a BDSM site. Evidently she likes black leather corsets and a riding crop. In class she's a bit aloof and comes off more mysterious than dominant. I know this, when she sits on her desk and crosses her legs, I salivate...in all my salivatable places.
"Ellie, see me after class, please."
"Yes ma'am."
This could be either good or bad.
"Walk with me, please."' She had her arms full and stood by the closed classroom door. She didn't say anything but I realized she was waiting on me to open the door for her. And I did, then walked down a couple of hallways to her office where i opened the door again.
"Have a seat," she gestured toward the well worn brown leather sofa. Her back was to me.
"Ellie, I like to get to know a couple students each semester." She kicked off her heels, let her hair down and poured me a cup of coffee.
"Thank you." She handed me the cup and saucer. I noticed she had also unbuttoned the top two buttons on her kelly green blouse and as she bent over I could see the black bra that caressed her boobs. She sat next to me.
"Do these night classes cut into your social life?"
"Well, I'm a music major so most of any free time I have is spent in the practice room."
"I've seen you at the volleyball games. You and your group of friends."
"They are fun, the matches."
She crossed her legs and revealed the top of her stocking. No panty hose. Stockings with a belt. She adjusted her skirt to cover it up but I felt like it was intentional.
"Stockings. I've never owned a pair. Just panty hose."
"Too confining. Haven't worn them in years. Besides there's nothing like putting these on in the morning. You start the day feeling feminine...and a bit naughty." She reached to her ankle then eased her way up her leg to her thigh as she was speaking.
I was wet. There is going to a wet spot on the couch where I was sitting.
