Vignettes: Thunderstorms
The lightening flashed, the thunder roared, and the windblown mix of rain and hail sounded like bullets trying to break through the glass windows! Gina's head was covered by her blanket, and she lay fearfully curled in the fetal position, cursing her boyfriend for being in Dallas at a conference while these thunderstorms were ravaging Austin.
She lay quivering with fear for a few minutes that felt like an hour, and then sensed the covers raised, and someone lying on the bed behind her. Gina tensed, but the person curled her body around Gina's, and anxiously whispered in her ear, "Do you mind if I lay with you for a while? Storms like this terrify me!"
Strangely, because she had never had such close contact with another woman before, she didn't mind tonight, and she told Gayle she didn't. Her roommate was exceptional at snuggling: her little feet were against the soles of Gina's, their legs were pressed together from ankle to hip, Gayle's puss was tight against Gina's butt, and her big tits were flattened against Gina's back.
Gayle's bottom arm slipped under Gina's narrow waist, with her hand resting on the taut belly of her terrified roommate. Her upper arm was draped over Gina's bicep, resting lightly on her chest, just above her breasts. It was the way her boyfriend snuggled her, but without the hard dick poking her in the butt and the fingers pinching her nipples.
Gayle shivered, pulled them even more tightly together, and whispered against Gina's cheek. "Thank you. This is so much better!" Her lips kissed Gina's cheek, and then rested against the back of her neck, her warm breath exciting the sensitive skin.
Gina had no experience with girls or women, and had never really thought of one in a sexual way. Yes, living in a dorm for three years she had seen beautiful women in all their naked glory, and she had caught herself admiring and envying their body parts and/or bodies. But she had never lusted after one, and when one flirted with her, she promptly ran back to her room and hid. No, even on a college campus with a 2-1 girl to boy ratio and a lot of girls exploring their bicuriousness, she was straight as an arrow.
Her idea of sex was fucking her boyfriend's thick cock, and there was nothing she loved more! Although, the two times she had let her curious side win out, she had learned that a nice cock is a nice cock, if used properly.
Still, Gayle's soft warmth draped against her felt good, and the raging storm seemed less frightening with the little blonde's arms around her. Gina was only 5'4" tall and 118 pounds, but Gayle was even smaller: somewhere around three inches shorter and at least ten pounds lighter, but without her colossal boobs, she was probably 20 pounds lighter!
Gayle's body was slight: small feet, legs, butt, waist, and shoulders, but her tits must have been DD or F! Gina had never checked her roommate's bra size, but her breasts entered the room well before she did!
Gina was also petite, but not slight. Size eight feet, shapely legs, round butt, narrow waist with flaring hips below and pert B-cup boobies above.
Both were light skinned blondes, but Gayle's short hair was almost platinum, while Gina's had long, wavy, honey blonde hair. Both were pretty in a girl-next-door way, but Gayle's attraction was her cuteness and surprisingly big breasts; Gina was shapelier, with great legs and ass, and acceptable tits for her petite frame, with that mussy golden crown of hair.
A particularly nasty bolt of lightning with an immediate CRACK shook the apartment, and the girls shrieked with fear under the covers! Truly frightened, Gina twisted around, embraced Gayle face to face, and they squeezed each other tightly, with Gina almost on top of her roomie.
As her terror died down, Gina heard sirens on a nearby street; she prayed their apartment complex wasn't on fire, and that the Lord would keep them safe! Gayle added her Amen, and wiggled upward so she was cheek to cheek with her roommate. "I'm so scared, Gina!" she breathed into her ear, "I've always been afraid of thunderstorms, but not having my family or either of our boyfriends in the apartment tonight... I don't know - it just seems worse! Please keep holding me!"
"I'm just as scared!" Gina responded. "Thank you for getting in bed with me! If I were alone, I'd be screaming in fear right now! This storm is horrible!"
Their arms around each other, they tightened their embrace, and the two twenty-year-olds became aware of two things: their boobs were pressed together, and their legs were intertwined, with each having a leg between the legs of the other. They were holding each other for comfort, but there was a sexual component coming into play.
Two sensitive bodies, soft skin over toned muscles, tightly holding each other... Gayle's hand began soothingly stroking Gina's back, and Gina responded in kind.