Wanda Catron woke with the familiar feeling of a hand rubbing her pussy. She had been dreaming of her home in Provo, Utah, and thought it was the hand of her Mistress, Anne Franklin, rubbing at her. No, Wanda thought, her eyes still closed as her pleasure grew, that was not Anne's touch. Nor was it the touch of the third woman in the house, Amber Anderson.
Then Wanda remembered where she was, and her eyes opened in semi-shock. She was in the bed of her college roommate, Astrid Martin. They had fallen asleep together late last night (or maybe early this morning) after Wanda had taught Astrid how to masturbate. Now Astrid was practicing her lesson, with Wanda's pussy as the place Astrid was practicing.
Wanda couldn't help herself. As she had woken up, and before realizing who she was with, Wanda had let her body start to respond to the other woman's touch. Now, she was in a quandary. She had promised herself to be faithful to Anne while at Boise State. Yet here was a woman she had been naked with the night before, and been in bed with all night, playing with her pussy.
Wanda decided to tell Anne about it when she finally talked to her Mistress. For now, though, she let Astrid's hand give her pleasure. Wanda laid back and spread her legs a little, signaling approval of what Astrid was doing.
For the 6-4, 18-year-old basketball player, the reach down to Wanda's pussy was easier than the reach to her own pussy. Astrid found it much easier to rub Wanda's pussy, and found Wanda's responses were quicker than even her own responses. Astrid's fingers slid into Wanda's pussy, feeling the hot wetness held inside the 19-year-old's body. Then Astrid pulled her fingers out and rubbed on Wanda's clit. She was amazed at how erect the clit had gotten in such a short time.
Astrid had never rubbed a woman's pussy before except her own, and she had rubbed her own rarely. She marveled at the different feeling of Wanda's outer labia. And when her fingers dove inside Wanda's body, she was amazed as the inner labia sucked at her fingers. When Wanda moaned, her voice was much more feminine than Astrid's own.
But then Wanda's moans changed pitch. Her hips lifted up, and it seemed to Astrid that Wanda was trying to suck her fingers even deeper into her body. Astrid gave in to the suction, and pushed her fingers in even deeper. Wanda gasped, then moaned again. She hoarsely barked "Bend your fingers, honey!" Astrid followed the order.
When she bent her fingers, Wanda gasped again. Then a warm liquid abruptly flowed over Astrid's hand, and she realized with a start that Wanda was cumming. The older teen was thrashing on the bed, humping at her hand, and wetting Astrid's hand, and begging for more. Astrid kept her hand in place until Wanda's motions died down, then pulled her hand out of Wanda's body.
Wanda grabbed Astrid's hand and pulled it to her own mouth. As sensuously as she could, Wanda licked the cum off Astrid's hand. Her tongue cleaned all around the hand, and Wanda tasted not only her cum juices, but also the dried-on juices from Astrid's own orgasm in the middle of the night.
Satisfied it was clean, Wanda released Astrid's hand and sat up. "Good morning, honey," Wanda said.
"Yes, isn't it," Astrid replied.
"Why did you do that for me?" Wanda asked.
"I wanted to show you what I had learned last night, and that seemed the best way to do it. I've seen how much you masturbate on your own bed. And I've heard you calling out 'Anne' on occasion. So I figured you are at least bi-sexual, and wouldn't mind a woman's touch."
Wanda smiled. The two had spoken about Astrid's sexual history the night before. Now Wanda realized she should return the favor.
As the women showered (separately) and dressed for school, Wanda told most of her sexual history to her roommate. While she mentioned her first, disastrous, attempt at male-female sex, and her subsequent decision to be a lesbian; while she told of her high school romance with Betty grant and her current relationship with Anne Franklin and Amber Anderson; and while she talked about her orgies with Amber's former friend Erich Buchanon; Wanda did not tell about her recent misfortunes.
She did not tell Astrid she was a slave to Anne's Mistress, nor did she tell about the porn movie she was tricked into making, nor the millions she got in a settlement after suing the porn company. Wanda didn't tell her about the several months she spent as a stripper. And Wanda totally steered away from the rape she had suffered. She did tell Astrid about the weekend orgy before Wanda went to school, and also told Astrid that she had not been able to reach Anne on the phone since leaving Provo.
Still, Astrid was startled to find that a woman only a year older than she was could be that sexually active and happy. Astrid wished she could have that happiness, and told Wanda that. Wanda could only speak in generalities, telling her roomie that there was someone out there for her, and they would meet when the time was right. She told how she met Anne as her high school teacher, but had not thought of Anne as anything more until meeting her again after graduation.
The girls headed out for the day's classes, promising to meet up at lunch to sign up with the Delta Beta Nu sorority.
Wanda's morning classes flew by, and at lunch she met Astrid in the Central Quad. The sorority tables were busy with people all around them. The girls made their way over to the DBN table and put their names and dorm address on application forms. They then dropped them in the box and headed off to eat.
Shortly after returning to her dorm room for the night, the phone rang. Wanda picked it up, and her heart leapt. Anne Franklin was on the other end!
"I'm sorry, my pet," Anne said. "Amber and I went to Jamaica for a small vacation before classes started. In the excitement of the going-away party, I guess I forgot to tell you."
"It's OK, Mistress," Wanda replied. "I understand. But, please, Mistress, understand my worries as well. Not knowing where you were, or if you were ok, was getting to me. You understand why."
Anne understood completely. She had been frantic with worry while Wanda was held captive by her rapist for three days. And now she had done the same to her babydoll as well. But for a Mistress to apologize to a slave was unseemly. So no apology was spoken, other than a mumbled "I understand," back at Wanda.