Chapter 3. "Anniversary"
My relationship with Kira, my roommate, was something of a whirlwind to me. Picture a freshman girl, at a university halfway across the country from the familiar surroundings of her hometown. Layer on top of that an insane upbringing that had convinced the girl that she was rather worthless and ugly. Finally, throw in her near-instant attraction to her sophomore roommate, a superbly beautiful campus studette, and the studette's sexual and highly erotic response to the girl. I was the girl, and Kira, the studette, easily the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen or known, a petite blonde with perfect features and a nicely toned body. Just making friends would have been a big step for me - acquiring a lover was in many respects beyond my ability to easily assimilate into my emotions.
Particularly a lover like Kira.
If you read Parts 1 and 2, you have some sense of how we began, but our physical relationship moved far beyond that, before the telling of this part. For example, after several weeks of extremely discreet dating outside of our room, but intense lovemaking inside our dorm room, we celebrated our 4 weeks together as lovers.
Although Kira was only 19, and I was only 18, both of us living on the campus of a religious university in California, we smuggled in some champagne to mark the occasion, and put it in the fridge to cool down while we went out to dinner, the bottle barely fitting inside the brown plastic dorm room refrigerator. The two of us went to Madigan's, a local white table cloth restaurant in town, and had a lovely meal of steamed snow pea pods, chicken crepes in a creamy tarragon sauce, diet cokes and shared a creme brulee for dessert. Throughout the meal, we played footsy, modestly - LOL, with each other, under the table. The cloth hid our slight intimacy.
We walked back to the dorm, unfortunately not hand in hand, as we would have liked, but took the opportunities to "bump" into each other numerous times on the way back. Seriously, we must have looked as though we were drunk! Of course, we hadn't come out to anyone. I doubt we would have been allowed to stay if we had, as it was a very conservative school.
When we got into the elevator at the dorm, we were alone, and ready to jump out of our skin, we were so hot for each other, and the night had been so utterly romantic. I pressed the button for 5, and when the slow-moving door of the elevator finally closed, I wrapped my arms around Kira, and kissed her hard, my tongue deep inside her mouth, my hands on her breasts and sweet ass. She responded with ardor, and we were just barely able to separate in time, when the door opened unexpectedly on the 4th floor. A junior girl, a redhead, Cheryl Sweet I think, got on and looked at us oddly, but didn't say anything. Of course, our entire dorm was female, as the school did not believe in the sexes living together outside of marriage. We were pretty clear on how it felt about lesbian students ....
The elevator continued to the 5th floor, and we got off, giggling. We walked down the hall to our room, "C," and Kira searched for her keys. I had shown previously that I couldn't be trusted with room keys, and unfortunately I was still a scatterbrain on that issue. Kira unlocked the door, and entered before me, and as I entered, she grabbed me and, closing the door behind me, pushed me up against it, with my back to the door. She kissed me hard, my head pressing against the heavy wooden door, and she began unbuttoning my blouse and simultaneously unbuttoning the button at my skirt.
In quick order, she had my blouse open, my satin bra now exposed, and nuzzled her face in my cleavage, such as it was, kissing and licking the creamy skin between my breasts. Her other hand was slower at mastering the intricacies of a woman's skirt, but she finally loosened it so that it slowly slid down my legs to lie in a puddle of plaid wool on the floor. Shockingly, my conversion to something other than the old Rachel Jones had begun about 3 weeks before, under Kira's tutelage. Daringly, Kira and I had visited the Victoria's Secret at the Palisades Regional Mall, and I had bought some attractive, and feminine underwear, particularly bras and panties. Some were comfortable and pretty, others were frankly uncomfortable but very pretty, and tonight I was wearing the latter for Kira.
Kira's questing hand slid over my thong panties, satiny and white, and, giggling, I confessed that the floss in the back had gone up the crack of my ass - would she like to remove it? She growled, and slid her slim hand inside one of the leg holes of the panties, cupping my cheek from my thigh up to my waist with her fingers in the damp hot crevice between my buttocks, and moving it upward, pulling the slight bit of fabric out of the crevice.
Then she ran her fingertips back down, with the nails lightly scraping the crease and the puckered furrow there, saying, "There. Did I get it all out, baby?"
"Oh yes," I moaned. I so loved to feel her gentle touch at my ass. I remembered it so vividly from the first time we'd made love, and my bottom responded enthusiastically to her touch. Kira brought her lips back to mine and, gently now, applied her soft, full pink lips to mine, and breathed in and out through my mouth, something I found intensely erotic and stimulating.
I broke our kiss apart, briefly. I said, coquettishly, "Oh Kira, you're making me so wet! I'll ruin these panties." Kira responded by bringing both her hands to the waistband of the thong, and slowly pulling it down over my full hips, over the round swelling of my ass, and revealing the first stray wisps of brown hair between my legs, then the fuller bush, the nearly invisible pearl of my clitoris, then, finally the wetly prominent slit. When the smooth fabric of my panties gathered at the top of my thighs, just under my butt, Kira left it there, patting it lightly to make sure it slipped down no further. Kira had done that to me the first night we made love - I don't know why, but I found it so hot when she left me half-naked, instead of completely naked.
She cupped my pussy in the palm of her right hand, and said, "It doesn't feel so wet to me. Hot, yes. Hairy, yes. Wet, not so much. I'd better check deeper....." she inserted her middle finger between my cunt lips, and briefly gathered some of my cream there on her fingertip to properly lubricate it, then thrust her slim, long digit deeply inside my hot hole, causing me to gasp with pleasure. Then she ground the heel of her hand against my clit, stimulating me further. "Umm, baby, you're SO hot, and tight, and wet inside your tiny pussy! You make my mouth water! Would you like me to DO something about your poor little pussy, baby?"
I nodded my head yes.
"You'll have to tell me, honey, I can't see that far. Tell me what you want," Kira whispered.
"I want your .... finger...to be inside me...." I said hesitatingly.
"And?" Kira said.
"I want you to ....fuck me with your finger......" I said, hesitatingly.
"Yeah? HOW do you want me to fuck you with my finger?" Kira said.
