I love tribbing straight girls.
From the slightly-confused look they give me when I push their legs back and mount them, to the way their pussies gush as they frantically hump themselves against my clit in pursuit of their first Sapphic orgasm; I love it all.
The feeling I get when I first go clit to clit with a girl who previously considered herself straight is second-to-none.
And tonight, I was on the hunt for that feeling.
As I looked rolled down the window in my Lyft, I could almost smell the co-ed pussy permeating the air as my driver pulled up to the 16-unit apartment complex just a few blocks from the local campus.
I'd actually been to many a party at this building, "back in my day" as the kids would say, as it was one of the few complexes that was close enough to campus to be convenient, and be 100% occupied by U students, but also far enough to give students a feeling of "off-campus-freedom". The extra lowered inhibitions that were a side effect of that feeling would be the only wingman I needed tonight.
As I uncurled myself from the backseat and thanked my driver over my shoulder, I tucked my phone into the back pocket of my dark jeans and let the nostalgia wash over me.
It'd been two years since I'd graduated and left this scene behind. Life in the city was treating me well, the ready supply of pussy there was too, but I was glad to be back tonight to bring another co-ed, or two if I could manage it, over to the dark side.
If I'd come back a year earlier, I'd probably have come off as the just-graduated, no-direction-having, "super senior" who was still trying to hang on to their glory days. Come back another year later, and too many of the students who knew me would have graduated, and I might seem like an old creep.
So, I'd waited, and planned this out. Today's seniors had been sophomores the last time they'd seen me. And now, they were about to head home for the final Christmas break of their college careers. The real world was about to set in, and the inhibitions were on their way out.
Me returning to campus at this point in time, neither super senior nor creep, but instead burgeoning alumni-success story, obviously queer without a care, and single the last anybody'd heard, would have co-ed pussy dripping before they could even realize it.
See, I believe that all women are, or could be, into other women. Society beats it out of us early, selling us the dream of Prince Charming, but there's something innately appealing about the female form and energy, and I enjoy watching women give into that feeling and spread their legs for me in search of it.
And so, as I climbed the steps to the building and entered the apartment that had a base-line escaping around the door frame, I tucked my hands the pockets of my zip up hoodie, sleeves rolled up to my elbows and the hint of my half-sleeve tattoo peeking out to trail down my forearms, and surveyed the scene.
I'd be invited, via text, to this party by a girl named Monica.
Back during my senior year, I'd had both of Amy Winston's legs looped in the crooks of my elbows while I dominated her clit with mine in the stacks of the library. I was about to tell her to come for me at the exact same time that Monica was starting her shift at the library and loading up a cart of returns to put back on the shelves.
Monica hadn't known it yet, but she was about to get an eyeful.
Although the sturdy shelves of books at her back was supporting most of Amy's weight, I was using my finely-tuned upper body muscles to hold her clear off the ground and keep her pussy splayed open to me while I humped against her.
My swollen clit, slightly larger than other girls' when they got excited, stuck out from between my engorged pussy lips to dominate and crush Amy's cute little button.
Her skirt was flipped up over her fat ass and bundled between her and the shelves, while my black jeans were about halfway down my thighs. I'd ripped her thong off shortly after pushing her into the deserted ninth floor of the stacks, and now, her sweet young pussy was drooling for me, lips spread open as the force of my hips helped me use my clit to bully hers into submission.
I could see the all too familiar look of excited disbelief growing in her eyes and I knew little old Amy was about ready to give me yet another clit to clit orgasm.
Amy was a cheerleader on the varsity team, and although she had one thing working against her, she had three working for her, which was why she was lucky enough to be the object of my desire at that moment.
As a negative, Amy was a cheerleader, and for some odd reason, I had a slight disdain for cheerleaders.
Maybe it was because when I was young, I was obviously a tomboy, and my dad always made sly comments about how his daughter would be on the field/court/pitch whatever, actually playing, rather than jumping around cheering on the sideline.
But, as the first positive, Amy was tiny barely 5 feet tall, and ever since I'd come across a porno of a 5'1" girl getting humped by a 6'4" dyke, I knew I could hold someone as small as Amy up long enough to rub one out on her pussy.
The second positive was that Amy had obviously been talking to one of my previous conquests, as she'd walked up to me in the dining hall one day and whispered in my ear that she'd heard I had a big clit and an even bigger appetite for something wet to rub it against.
What happened immediately following that is a story for another time, and you'll have to wait to learn the third positive trait of Amy's, but I will tell you this:
While Amy wasn't my typical straight conquest, she was sexy, light-weight, eager, and had a small, sensitive clit that she let me beat for hours on end.
That's how we'd ended up in the stacks. I knew she studied there on Thursday evenings when most other college kids had given up their coursework for the allure of an early weekend, and so I decided to surprise her and get some pussy.
