rainy day
Once in awhile we all get that feeling of being lonely. I
used to get down in the dumps when I got that way. I would sit
and cry and cry and cry. It especially bad when I would be
raining. I would just be so depressed that I wouldn't
get up and go to class and I would just sit in my dorm room and
gaze out the window in hopes of finding a rainbow or some
other sign that there still was a sun out there even if it
was hiding behind a huge number of clouds. But then it happened
one day. I was sitting around and moping when I wandered
out into the hall and was heading towards the kitchen to
make some Campbell's soup (because Campbell's
Soup is good food!) when this girl I had seen on the
floor several times asked me why I wasn't in the mandatory
for all freshmen lecture class that was going on right at
that moment in time, especially because attendance is
mandatory. I told her all about my rainy day syndrome and
she gave me a hug. Then she went on to tell me that she too was
a freshman and she couldn't stand the class either
and she couldn't believe that all of these freshmen
would actually go. (We lived on an all freshmen floor.)
We walked down to the lounge together and sat down to eat
my soup. Since neither one of us felt like going down to our
room's we just shared the soup with my one bowl and spoon.
I am not sure how long we sat there but we watched some t.v
and decided that we would go back to my room and listen to
some music.
I had a single because my Puerto Rican roommate
had moved out and transferred to a different school and
the school housing committee hadn't replaced her.
I was grateful for the extra space but I was still enjoying
the company. Once in my room things began to look a little
brighter. My floormate' name is Rachel, which also
happens to my middle name. We talked more in my room and listened
to Andreas Vollenweider Dancing With The Lion.
As we talked about our pasts and out futures we she began
to run her hand through her hair. Her long wavy mahogany
with red highlights hair. I began to realize just how beautiful
she was. I asked if she'd mind if I played with her hair.
My hair is so short. It used to be long like that but when you
go to an all girl's school like I did you really have
to do severe things in order to get yourself noticed. I opted
for the ultra short, tom boy bulldyke look;
dyed black. Rachel told me that she loved my hair and that
she wished that she had nerve to do with her's what I
did with mine. We laughed and saw her breasts rise and fall
with each intake of air. I played with her hair and she suddenly
got up off of the floor and shut both the curtains and the
door. Next she turned on my floor lamp in the corner. I wasn't
quite sure what she was up too but I was too intrigued to try
and stop her from doing anything. She climbed onto the my
double bed (two dorm beds pushed together
in the corner) and started crawling towards me.
What
are you doing? I asked with a the slightest bit of
coyness to my voice. I thought that this might help
our moods. Where do you keep your vibrator? she asked
without reservation. I nodded to the closet closest to
the door and instructed her that it was in between the bottle
of kahlua and Bacardi 151. She giggled when she saw the bottles
and then hopped down off of the chair on which she had been
standing. She threw me the vibrator and said, Don't
go anywhere. I will be back in just a minute. I have to and
get you a little present. I promise that i won't be long.
I was a little taken aback. I had had a few innocent lesbian
experiences when I was al ot younger and before I new anything
about anything. But this was different. But what could
she possibly see in me. She is so beautiful. She has lean,
muscular, perfect 5'7 legs while mine are track
runner muscled and mere 5'0. I couldn't
believe that this knockout would want to be with a woman
let alone me. A social moron. A complete idiot. But then
she returned, interrupted my thoughts and told me to close
my eyes. I did as she instructed. I heard her coming closer
and i actually felt her next to me before she was even there.
The anticipation was so intense I could hardly stand it.
Finally she was there next to me and I could feel her nakedness
before our skin even touched. She was kneeling before my
crossed indian style legs.
She slowly pulled my legs apart
and straight in front of me; in a perfect split, thank god
for 13 years of ballet. She came down on my mouth and her soft
velvety lips crushed mine within seconds. I couldn't
stand it. I had to have more and more of her. I pushed open
my lips and I used my tongue to pry open hers and take advantage
of the situation. I was instantly up on my knees as well and
we were locked in a very tight hug. I felt her 36d breasts
pushing up against mine through my man's v-neck t-shirt.
I was torn between wanting to feel her with my hands and wanting
to take off my clothes in order to join her in her nakedness.
With one pull over my head my shirt was off and out. Our lips
only parted for a minute. I wasn't wearing a bra because
I had been inside with no one around and so our breasts met
and rubbed. I almost had an orgasm right then and there but
I wanted to wait and experience more an more of her and her
absolutely fantastic body. I laid her down on her back the
way in which so many men had done the same to me many times
before. But this time it felt different. I told her to undo
my button fly with here teeth and she did; very slowly and
very assuredly. I make it a rule to never wear underwear
unless whatever it is I am wearing has enough room that I
won't get those annoying panty lines. I wasn't
wearing any today and as soon as Rachel finished with the
fly she caught a glimpse of my heaving, wet, cunt and she
started moaning OH! I want you so bad.
I want to taste
you. I want to feel you. I want to fuck your ass! COME! COME!
COME! COME! COME! I said that she should just be patient
because I wanted my present first. She leaped off of the
bed and ran to the bag that she had brought with her from her
second trip. She presented the bag to me. I opened it and
inside was a well used, very broken in, 6 and a half foot long
whip. It is from a South American Prince I once fucked.
He thought that i would like to keep it as a souvenir.
Lay on your back bitch I sneered and as I turned
around to take of my jeans all of the way she laid stomach
down on the bed and I asked if she was going to behave or not.
She said that she would try to be the best little girl I would
ever have. I said that she better be or otherwise i would
get really nasty. And with that I climbed off of the bed and
walked a few feet away from where she lay. I lifted up my wrist
and cracked the whip down on her perfect back. I did it several
more times and then I said that she had been a good girl and
I was going to give her a reward for being so good. She turned
over onto her back and said, I will do whatever you
tell me to. You are my master and I will succumb to anything
that you ask me to do. I said that's a good
girl, and drove my tongue and face straight into
her sopping wet slit. I lapped and lapped and lapped her
protruding clitoris and she moaned and twisted with each
stroke of my tongue over her wet love mound.
I parted her
lips and drove my long tongue (I always knew that it was good
for something) all of the way into her and I think that I almost
reached her innermost wall because her moans, way above
my bobbing head got louder. I flicked and flicked and I found
her g-spot because she came for several minutes and I drank
it all in. She tasted like pure honey. She was so sweet and
delicious that I couldn't help wanting more and more
of it. I took the last mouthful and brought my face up to meet
hers. I pried it open and let the contents of my mouth run
down her tongue. No doubt she had never tasted her own juice
before and I think that she was quite surprised as to how
*good* it tasted. We kissed for some time and I said that
it was time for her to give me what I needed. What I wanted.
She laid me down and said that I had been the good girl for
awhile but now I was going to be a dirty little slut. Get
on your back you fucking cunt. You deserve to have your clit
bitten off. I want you to beg me to fuck you up the ass. You
don't deserve to have my attentions. Now do what I say
or else you're gonna get it. I decided to test
her and so I replied, Oh yeah? What's gonna happen
to me if I don't do what I am told? With that she
pulled the whip form out of nowhere and began whipping me,
hard. I was so turned on that I was beginning to drip all over
the place. I knew that she would be mad if she knew that I was
already so turned on but I couldn't help it.
So I took
the comforter and slid up between my crack and tried to dry
myself off. Luckily she didn't see me doing that because
she was too busy whipping my back, my breasts, my butt anywhere
that she could get me. Finally she said Are you ready
to behave properly now, bitch? Yes.
Good. Now get on your stomach. o.k.
I flipped over and she pulled my butt up so that it protruded
and stuck right in her face. I was on my knees in the back but
my breasts were rubbing up against the sheets. She was stuffing
her face full of my mounds of flesh. Not only was she sucking
me to the core but she was also humming. Her tongue darted
out of her mouth and shot right into my hole. She continued
her humming while she was inside my snatch and I could feel
my self starting to quake. From the very depths of my inner
core I could feel the beginnings of an enormous orgasm approaching.
Just as I was about to let go completely she withdrew entirely.
She went to the door and opened it just wide enough to let
someone in. I couldn't tell who it was exactly because
of the angle in which I waas positioned and because my eyes
were blurry from the ensuing yet still unrecognized monumental
orgasm. But as soon as the calloused hand slid across my
ass I knew immediately who it was, Robert, my boyfriend.
He had been knocking and when he heard my moans he thought
that I was masturbating, but boy oh boy was he wrong.
Rachel
directed him to take off his clothes and sit in the desk chair
and watch until she was done with me. He would be allowed
to have me back as soon as she was done with me. She grabbed
the vibrator with one hand and turned me over with her other
one. Then she turned on the vibrator and began rubbing it
all over my cunt. As soon as I began shaking in the heat of
orgasm she stopped and rammed the entire twelve inch vibrator
up into the depths of my asshole and I screamed from the pain.
She drowned out the ear piercing sounds emanating from
my mouth with a pillow and continued turning and wiggling
the vibrator. But no sooner did she begin doing that before
her mouth returned to my dripping wet pussy. The combination
of the vibrator and her tongue was driving me crazy and I
was finally able to let go. Just as I did though Rob had come
up from behind Rachel and was fucking her from behind. The
three os us were doing just fine when the door suddenly opened
and . . .