In this story I diverge from my usual story line. I am trying to push my limits a bit... something I try to do often. Now I am headed towards parts unknown. What is in this story that is so different you ask? First of all, there is sex. Oral sex, sex with toys, and fingers. In fact, both women in this story discover something about themselves that each has a hard time revealing to the other. No wives... no men... well... not in that way... but two people that are in love with each other... and their discovery of that love. And all it entails.
Please note the genre' that I placed this one in before you start to read... if Gay/lesbian isn't your thing... then... don't read this one.
Rhonda stormed into the dorm room in tears. Her frustration about tonight's date was clearly showing.
"The worst. He turned into a toad... just a... toad."
"Well, you know that we've gone out several times now."
"I decided that tonight would be 'the' night. What a disappointment. Again."
"Okay sis... what happened? I know you were pretty worked up in a good way when you left. And this isn't the first time that a date like this has gone bad for you."
"Oh... I don't know. Maybe it's me. You know? We were kissing, and he is a great kisser too by the way. Wonderful. He uses his lips, his teeth, his tongue... everything about his kissing is... well... perfect. I had such high hopes for him too. I mean, someone who knows how to kiss like he does... you'd think he'd be great in other oral pursuits too wouldn't you?"
"I take it that it all fell apart after the work up kissing then?"
"Yes. Well... no... I don't know. We kissed up a storm, then he started to make his move... and I let him. I helped him damnit... and step by step we walked to disaster. Total disaster."
"Okay sweetie. Let's sit. Here's some chocolate... I'll order us some pizza and we'll have a girls night... you need to let it all out, and I don't have anywhere I need to be."
"Thank you. You're the best roommate a person could have Cheri."
I ordered the pizza and put some coffee on while I was at it. Rhonda took a shower and came back into the room in her robe. Watching her change into her pajamas without her seeing me stare was difficult... but I had to. She had the most perfect body I'd ever seen on a woman... any woman. I seriously couldn't see why she had so much trouble with guys.
Then, some guys just never learned how to treat a woman either. Maybe Rhonda was just having a streak of bad luck in picking out the right type of guy for her. I didn't know though.
You see, the biggest secret in my life was that I had no interest in men. None what's so ever. I talk and joked with them, worked with them, matter of fact I even climbed and played sports with them... but I wasn't into men. No... I was learning that I found a woman's body far more interesting and enticing to me. I guess I was what one would or could call a 'closet lesbian'.
We settled down after the pizza came and Rhonda told me of her disastrous date. I felt bad for her... but while she was talking I was also having a hard time not staring between the open lapels of her pajamas. I could see the start of the swell of her perfect, and I mean absolutely perfect breasts. My thoughts were straying to how good it would be to run my tongue along that swell and find the hard little nipple that crowned each one...
"Cheri... did you hear what I was saying?"
Embarrassed I shrugged my shoulders.
"Rhonda, all your dates have problems once you get past the kissing stage. Maybe you have a block or something about... you know..."
"What? A block about what?"
"Guys... um... you know... cocks."
"Oh MY GOD... that would be funny if it... wait... oh God... you could be right. Maybe I'm afraid of a guys... um... thingy... you know... their um... penis."
"I wonder. It always sounds like that same old thing on your dates. You both do fine until the unveiling so to speak, then it all goes downhill from there. Are you expecting too much from them? After all most guys around our age are such horndogs and all. They're out for their own relief, and most don't give one whit about a woman's needs... or how to achieve them for a woman either."
"Maybe if we went over the whole date bit by bit you could figure out what it is I'm doing or maybe what I'm thinking that is screwing me up Cheri."
"Okay... we got all night and the whole weekend actually... so... lets talk."
As Rhonda got going on her story I sat back and tried to put her hot body out of my mind. She had no clue that I was a lesbian, and since I liked her as a friend as well as a roommate, I didn't want to mess up our relationship by announcing that I was. But, my inclinations were hard to hide when such a delectable hot body was so close and so... near naked right there beside me.
I started her off by having her talk about the usual hot kissing... she always seemed to find guys that could kiss like demons... even if they petered out on the rest of the stuff... she always found the hottest kissers. When she'd talk about the kissing on her dates I could picture myself being with her, kissing her like those men did. I would find myself getting jealous at times.
Rhonda at times would see that she upset me with her kissing talk, but she always figured I was jealous of her getting to kiss the guys. If she only knew that I was jealous of the guys being able to kiss her soft and sexy lips. I had found over the last year that I was in love with my roommate. Deeply much so. So much so that I was afraid that next year I'd have to move to another room or off campus. She was going to break my heart eventually, I just knew it... even if she didn't realize what she did to me.
Tonight was no different than all the other nights we talked about her kissing either. I think she had figured out that her talking about the kissing would work me up, and she would go on and on in intimate details trying to work me up more and more. One night I almost attacked her... she had no idea how close she came either. None. Tonight was to be a landmark in our relationship together, though neither of us knew it yet.
It began with her telling me of her date.
"We went to that movie showing down by the dock... you know, where that artsy theater section is now?"
"Oh yeah. Was it that Danish film... what was the name of it... I can't remember."
"That's funny, it was that Danish film, and I can't remember the name of it either... huh... go figure. Anyway, we started to neck in there, and afterward, we took it to his car."
"How was his kissing on a scale of one to ten?"
She said it straightforwardly and so quickly that I was at a loss for words for a bit. This was unusual. Rhonda had a great scoring system for kissers, and if she had upped him to a ten, then this guy would have been something exceptional. A twenty? Wow... just wow.
I was immediately jealous of him. I knew that if Rhonda was having a great kissing time, she would kiss and kiss and kiss until either her lips were too sore to continue or things had escalated beyond the kisses. Usually, things escalated beyond the kisses at some point in there. This man had to have been a great kisser to rate so highly a score from her. Never had anyone hit over a ten with her. Never.
"How does a twenty kiss anyway? I mean... I can't imagine a twenty. Hell, you've rarely had a nine so a twenty... damn Rhonda."
"He is good... I mean it. The best I've ever kissed. Hands down."
"What did he do that was so exceptional anyway?"
"It wasn't so much what he did as to how he did it. I can't explain it Cheri... I could only try to show... uh... well, I could only try to show you how... and we both know that isn't going to happen."
"Not even a little bit?"
"Ewww... don't tell me that you're gay now Cheri..."
"No... I just want to know what a twenty kisses like. It must have been wonderful."
Inside I hoped that I was covering up my feelings well enough.
"It was. He was. That's why what happened after that kissing surprised me so much. I mean, a man that can kiss that well ends up being a super dud in the end. What a disappointment he turned into."
"Tell me about his kisses."
"He started with a light lip touch. No pressure to speak of at all... just barely touching mine. He moved around, slipping them onto my cheeks, eye brows, even along the bridge of my nose. I never thought that I'd find that sexually appealing or stimulating... but let me tell you... the way he went about it all had me there instantly."
"Really? I guess I just can't picture that in my mind."
"Well... it was like this."
Stunning me, Rhonda moved in close and put her lips on my right cheek. Lightly, so lightly she began to move them around up and across my eyebrows and then down the bridge of my nose. I found my breathing caught, my heart was pounding, and it was all I could do to not grab her and throw her down on the bed and consume her with more kisses.
It wasn't so much the kissing she was demonstrating to me, even though she had alluded to the 'gay' thing to me... it was that she matter of fact moved in and did it. The way I felt deep down now coupled with her soft lips touching me in so intimately a way had me hot and bothered way beyond anything I'd ever experienced before in my life.
As she pulled back our eyes met. I blushed, my thoughts of her naked body laying with mine, hot skin touching skin, her hard nipples pressing into my...
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