"I need you to come with me," the stranger said. "I need to show you something--it'll only take a few minutes, I promise. I can't explain yet, but I swear it's really important." She wasn't anyone Nicole recognized, but at the same time there was something familiar about her rounded curves and chubby cheeks and fishbelly-white complexion. The young woman's hair was a few shades lighter, her eyes a little deeper brown, and the glasses and hat looked slightly different, but Nicole could easily believe that someone had chosen her own body type in a video game and just customized it a bit. The familiarity gave her an instant sense of connection, an impression that she was talking to someone she already knew even if she couldn't quite place where they'd met.
Perhaps that was why she replied, "Sure," albeit with a hint of trepidation in her voice. Nicole couldn't imagine being threatened by the other woman; she already knew that whoever the stranger was, she was used to burying her face in a book or staring at a computer screen late into the night instead of exercising. And if it came to emotional violence, well... it was hard to imagine the mouth behind that nervous smile saying anything cruel without breaking down and running away with tears in her eyes. Nicole got up and followed her off of the quad.
The woman led Nicole between two residence halls, down around the corner of the Material Sciences building and through a small garden into a shadowed archway behind the student union. It was so far out of the way that Nicole was surprised she even recognized it, but she actually wound up there quite often in her lunchtime campus wanderings. Nicole loved exploring the little world of the university, letting her feet carry her to random places while her mind was distracted and finding little spots no one else noticed. She wondered if her newfound companion was the same way. Maybe that was what she wanted to talk to Nicole about.
But instead, the stranger opened up their clenched fist and handed Nicole a crumpled, slightly damp sheet of paper. Once Nicole took it, the other woman simply stood there, nervous and expectant, her face scrunched up with tension as if she was in the waiting room of a dentist's office psyching herself up for an unpleasant but necessary procedure. Frowning, Nicole smoothed out the paper and attempted to make out the smeared handwriting.
'Please say the word "Jawbreaker" to me,' it said, in printed letters that looked like the work of someone who'd been typing from an early age. 'When you've satisfied yourself that you understand what's going on, snap your fingers three times.' Nicole turned the paper over to see if there was anything written on the back that would explain the cryptic sentences on the front, but the other side was blank. Nicole looked at the other woman, who only looked back at her expectantly. The air filled with a long, uncomfortable silence.
"Jawbreaker?" Nicole said at last, her voice thick with confusion. And to her utter amazement, the stranger's eyes rolled back in her head until only the whites showed, and she sank gently to her knees in front of Nicole with an expression of vacant bliss on her face.
For a fraction of a second, Nicole wondered if this wasn't some kind of strange joke. She'd learned the hard way during her childhood that jerks and bullies were willing to humiliate themselves in all sorts of ways privately in order to trick someone into humiliating themselves publicly, and it was often hard to figure out where their pranks were leading at first. But as soon as she looked at that blank, beatific face, Nicole knew instinctively that this wasn't an act at all. The stranger was crawling towards her on her hands and knees, pupils barely even visible under those fluttering eyelids, and she looked as though the only thing remaining in her conscious awareness was Nicole. She looked overjoyed, even rapturous to be in Nicole's presence, captivated completely by her and eager to please.
Just how eager became clear when the stranger pulled down Nicole's leggings to mid-thigh, taking her panties with them, and leaned in to nuzzle Nicole's pubic mound. Nicole's breath hitched in her throat for a moment at the sensation of warm breath brushing against her thatch of pubic hair--she'd seen a little bit of lesbian porn during her late night explorations of the adult sections of the Internet, and her reactions had definitely been strong enough to make her wonder if she had a little bit of bisexuality hiding somewhere in the deeper recesses of her brain. But of all the ways to have her first sexual encounter with a woman, this one hadn't even shown up on the list of her fantasies.
"Um, wha, what, what are you--?" Nicole stammered out, staring down at the stranger's head with a look of pure shock on her face. The woman between her legs didn't stop with a few kisses and kitten licks; she pressed her mouth up against Nicole's labia with every sign of utter delight and wriggled her tongue up into the slick channel between them. The fact that she was wet down there astonished Nicole almost as much as the other woman's unexpected and inexplicable behavior--she hadn't really noticed until just now, but her pussy was absolutely gushing with arousal for no reason that she could adequately explain. She was practically gagging for it, even if this was the last way she'd expected to have her urges satisfied.
"Um, I um, I... is, is this okay? I, I didn't... ohhh, fuck." Nicole's knees trembled as the other woman spread her pussy lips with her thumbs and pursed her lips directly around Nicole's tingling clit. She felt awkward, as though she should be objecting a bit more strenuously than she was, but the suckling sensation between her thighs had already answered the question of whether or not she was enthusiastically consenting to the stranger's attentions pretty solidly. And if anything, the woman between her legs looked as though she couldn't be happier. She seemed to be almost drunk with ecstasy, blissed out and completely devoted to pleasing Nicole's cunt.
It felt oddly familiar. Nicole didn't know why--she was certain she'd have remembered being eaten out by another woman, especially with such vigorous intensity. Nicole was leaning a lot of her weight forward, relying on the stranger to keep herself from sinking to the ground under the force of each new wave of tingling bliss. But mixed in with the thunderous waves of pleasure was a quiet, insistent certainty that she recognized something about this public sexual encounter, despite an equally insistent voice inside her head telling her to forget the memory before it could form. Nicole felt as if her head was coming apart at the seams trying to reconcile it all.
