If I'd known how wonderful it felt to kiss another girl, I would have tried it a long time ago. I've always been attracted to other women and have even fantasized about making love to them, but I never thought I would actually do it.
I became painfully aware of my girl lust while in college, and that was due mainly to my roommate, Ingrid. I had flirted with and daydreamed about girls in high school, but none of that compared with the all-out lust I felt for Ingrid. It started the minute she walked into our dorm -- tall and blonde, with long athletic legs and a devious little smile.
My heart fluttered as I stood to greet her, wondering why my clit was suddenly throbbing. I lay back on my bed, making small talk while she unpacked her things. Her mini skirt gave a generous view of her golden thighs, and I yearned for a glimpse of her panties.
All of this was very confusing for a girl with such a healthy appetite for the opposite sex. I didn't get around in high school by any stretch, but I liked guys almost as much as they liked me.
That first night in college, I stroked off quietly in my bed while dreaming of Ingrid's long, silky legs entwined with mine -- our pussies brushing together as we kissed each other passionately on the lips. I couldn't wait to see her perky breasts bare.
Needless to say, it was a pretty exciting year for me. I met a wonderful guy who fulfilled my every romantic and sexual need. But I still couldn't keep my mind off Ingrid. We did all the things girl friends do -- gossiped about boys, painted our toenails, had pillow fights that ended in near kisses. I always loved watching Ingrid get dressed for dates. As she applied her lipstick in the mirror between our beds, I wondered what it would be like to press my tongue between those full, perfect lips.
When she sat on the edge of her bed and slipped on a pair of sheer, black stockings, I had to struggle to suppress a moan. My pussy oozed as I watched her hook each stocking into her garter belt, knowing she wasn't wearing panties under her tight-fitting skirts.
We've kept in touch since college, and I always look forward to meeting my old roommate for lunch. She's a stewardess for a major airline now, so she's often out of the country. I was so excited when I got an email from her last week saying she would be in town for a couple of days.
When she walked into my apartment it was just like the day she entered our dorm. Like that first day, my clit hardened as I saw how gorgeous she looked, stepping through my door in her hot little stewardess uniform, towing her flight bag behind her.
Ingrid took off her hat and opened her arms for a hug. We're almost exactly the same size, so as I wrapped my arms around her waist, our nipples met, and I marvelled at how naturally our bodies fit together. I was wearing a little white tennis dress, and as she hugged me tighter, my nipples hardened against her and I could feel my dress riding up the backs of my thighs barely covering my white, cotton panties.
"I hope you don't mind," said Ingrid, unbuttoning her jacket and heading toward the bathroom. "It's been a long flight, and I really need a shower."
"Be my guest," I said, biting my lip as her skirt slid down to the carpet and she struggled to pull off her silky nylons. I creamed when I saw her perfect little ass emerge from her tights, and I realized she had just travelled from Moscow without any panties.
As soon as she disappeared into the bathroom, I lunged for her nylons, brushing the crotch under my nose and savoring her sweet, feminine smell.
I pulled off my own panties and slipped on my former roommate's pantihose, fighting back an orgasm as her crotch covered my groin. I threw off my dress and pulled on her skirt, turning to look in the mirror as I zipped up the back. I was doing up her jacket and reaching for her hat as Ingrid emerged from the bathroom.
"Well, well," she said with a mischievous grin. "You've missed your calling."
My face turned red with embarrassment as Ingrid settled into an armchair and crossed her long legs, looking me over from head to toe. She was wearing a flimsy pair of my see-through, low-cut panties and a silk camisole that revealed her pretty pink nipples.
"Miss!" she grunted in a business-man voice, snapping her fingers. "What does a guy have to do to get a drink around here?"
