I followed Bobbi up the stairs and along to the end of the passage; she was slightly smaller than I; she wore a thin, silver, thumb ring; her room mate was on an extended field-trip, and wouldn't be back until the next semester; she hoped I wouldn't find the room too messed up; she was enjoying herself; work was going well - upper quartile grades; and she had lovely ears that I longed to nuzzle and kiss. She opened the door.
"Come on in, Miranda," she said cheerfully, gesturing towards the room. "Welcome to Xanadu!"
I stepped in, looked around quickly, and then laughed. "Bobbi - you're a real Heidi-Tidy. Everything is immaculate. You were setting me up for a really messy dump!"
"Okay - I confess. I did do a quick sweep round before I left. Look- there's the computer. See what you think." She grimaced, and arched her back. "Ouch. I've just got to do something about this new sports bra - it's been rubbing all afternoon." She pointed to her computer on the work desk, and moved through into the other room, leaving the door half open.
I tried to concentrate on booting the PC and noting the error messages without being distracted by my imagination of the lovely girl getting undressed only yards from me. But I needn't have bothered.
"Look - can you help with this?"
Bobbi had come back, wearing only her dark shorts, white socks and sports bra. She looked stunning - toned arms and legs, a thin silvery chain around hr throat.
"The bra's too tight and I can't adjust it properly when it's off. Can you just loosen the straps at the back for me?"
Her voice was so natural, so even. Her body was so attractive, so sexy. And I just knew that, as sure as a salmon understands water and an eagle rides the air, her life and mine were about to change irrevocably.
"Let me see," I answered coolly, pushing back my chair and moving behind her. She raised her arms and pulled up her ponytail so I could gently manoeuvre the bra straps. I slipped my fingers under the thin white material and felt the warmth of her back. "Hmmm - I don't think your boy friend would be able to fix this. Most guys are complete idiots when it comes to getting these off!"
"Miranda, honey," she answered quietly, half turning her head, "I don't have a boy friend. I'm not in a relationship at the moment. And, just so that you know," she continued without a break, " - I'm into girls." So saying, she leaned gently into me, so that my lips were only inches from the shallow valley nape of her neck, with just some light downy hairs shining in the sunlight.
I breathed slowly, and slid my fingers down the bra strap towards the clasp, pulling her towards me. I stepped off the edge of the cliff. "Bobbi," I whispered, breathing in her scent, "so am I." And then I kissed her neck, opening my lips so that I could taste her, so I could make the moment last as long as possible, force time and eternity to cease their action as I gently undid her bra strap to reached around under her arms and cup her small breasts in my hands.
For a moment I wondered it I'd blown it - Bobbi didn't move; it was as if she had frozen. Them with a slow, deep sigh, she lowered her arms and covered my hands with her fingers, so that her hard nipples where pressed against me. Then she slowly turned round in my embrace, reached up, and kissed me full on my lips.
It was as if we had been long-time lovers: we French kissed slowly and deeply, exploring each other's mouth, and teeth, and tongue, and taste. There was no haste, no speed, just growing mutual enjoyment and pleasure. Hesitantly, as if the bliss was too great, we had to stop to breathe, and pull away slightly, gazing into each others eye's with a mixture of joy and surprise.
Neither of us spoke - Bobbi tilted her mouth to kiss me again, and I slid her bra off and gently squeezed her nipples. At the same time, I felt her cool hands slide under my t-shirt and stroke my back before reaching down to pull my butt towards her. Then I felt her hands fumble with the buttons on my shorts, and they slipped down my legs before I kicked them away from my ankles. As I did so, Bobbi slid her hand beneath my panties.
"Mmmmm - you are even nicer than I dreamed you would be," she murmured sexily, her blue eyes holding mine. Her hand caressed my mound, shyly, the way one does the first time with a new lover, feeling how the other moves. I shifted my balance so as to allow her into me, my senses reeling.
"Let me undress you," she whispered shyly. I lifted my arms willingly, and Bobbi pulled my shirt over my head. For a moment I was defenceless, my eyes covered by my running blouse, my breasts uplifted, as she undid my bra, and started kissing my breasts. She mouthed my nipples, closing around each one, and sucking gently. It was as if she knew intuitively how to turn me on. I could feel myself rising and filling her mouth.
At the same time, I pushed her shorts down over the swell of her bottom and down her thighs. Bobbi was wearing nothing underneath. Cupping one cheek, I gently stroked her curly pubic hair before gently sliding my finger inside her.
For a moment she lifted her head from my chest, "God - I'm so wet," she murmured. "Don't stop....."
There was no embarrassed fumbling and tangling of clothes - we were lovers of old. We kissed passionately and slowly, sensuously, while we stroked each other wetly, prising each other's sex apart and pushing harder and more insistently inside each other.
I knew we would both come in seconds if we didn't give ourselves a pause, and I softly pulled back. We stood naked, save for our ankle running socks. Bobbi stepped back, and eyed me up and down, slowly and appreciatively. "Miranda, you've got a lovely, lovely body, "she said quietly. "You look as though you really keep yourself in trim."
She knelt down, and carefully pulled one of my socks off, and then the other. I gazed in wonder at her blond hair spilling over her tanned shoulders, the sexy curve of her back, and the firm feminine curves of her bottom. I leaned down to kiss her, but she cut me off, moving up past my knees, tracing a path with her tongue along the inside of my thigh before pausing for brief, tantalising seconds. Her tongue kissed and lipped my cunt insistently until I was almost faint with desire and wanton lust.
I reached down to kiss her again, but she turned and quickly stepped towards the door. "Time for security," she giggled. "I don't want any interruptions, do you?" She locked the door and I drank in the vision of her smooth back, her toned behind that I yearned to smother with kisses, and legs that called out to me to entwine myself around and bury my head between. She took my hand. "Let's go and lie down. I want to make love to you - I want to make you come."
We walked hand in hand into her bedroom; pulling me to her, Bobbi began kissing my lips, my neck, by shoulder, before moving to my breast and sucking my nipple. I could feel myself going as her tongue circled and licked and lipped before sucking hard so that I almost gasped out aloud at the hot pleasure that coursed through me. I could feel by body giving way, and I fell back onto the bed, pulling her onto me.
"Move up the bed, honey, so that I can lick you all over" Bobbi whispered huskily.
