My name is Linda Greene. I am a recent finance graduate with honors from a major university; but when I first started, I was one of the biggest party girls on campus.

When I arrived at my dorm room on the first day, I met my roommate, Julie. We hit it off at once. We were both from middle-class families, with strict fathers. We were looking forward to cutting loose from the parental restraints. She was the same height as me, five foot eight, but she had red straight hair, compared to my wavy blonde. Her face was oval, while mine was more heart-shaped.

Our figures were close enough (Julie’s was 37DD-24-36 while mine was 36DD-23-38) that we could wear each other’s clothes.

That first night we crashed a fraternity party, and wound-up sucking and fucking half the boys in the building. Our activities loosened up the other attendees, and other girls took care of the other half.

I had screwed around with some of my boyfriends in high school, but the risk of getting knocked up put a damper on it. At the university orientation, we went to the student healthcare department, where they issued us our choice of contraceptives. That gave both Julie and me the freedom to copulate to our heart’s content.

We soon got a reputation of being the life of every party, getting the nickname “The Party Starters”. We were on the top of all party invite lists.

Around mid-September, about 3am on an early Monday morning, Julie and I staggered back to our room, after partying the night away. We stumbled through the door, and collapsed on top of each other on the floor, with Julie on top.

“PU! You stink!” she said.

My roommate was right. We both smelled of liquor, smoke, and sex.

“You do to,” I giggled.

“Let’s go shower.”

With no modesty, we both drunkenly stripped off our party clothes, and staggered down the hall to the floor’s bathroom, using each other for support. Our floor was dead quiet, except for us. No one heard our wobbly progress down the hallway.

The bathroom had about six individual shower stalls and a large communal shower area. Being in our inebriated state, we gravitated toward the large one.

Turning on two adjacent nozzles, we stuck our heads under the warm water. That sudden wet shock sobered us up some.

Dripping wet, we looked into each other’s eyes. Suddenly, the two of us were in a passionate embrace. Our lips were locked, and our breasts pressed together.

I reached down and rubbed Julie’s cunt for the first time. My hand came back soaking wet with her juices.

The redhead let out a moan. “Now you’ve done it!”

Even more aggressively, she rammed two fingers up my vagina.

I cried out and came hard on her hand.

Our groans echoed off of the shower’s tile floor and walls.

“Let’s go to our rooms, where we’ll have more privacy,” I said in a semi-whisper.

“Good idea,” Julie replied, copying my volume.

We used towels that are provided by the dorm to dry off, doing a lousy job.

Still dripping wet, we returned to our room, giggling, kissing and fondling each other, leaving a trail of water behind us.

In our room, we tumbled onto my bed. We started licking and sucking each other’s breasts. Julie’s lips were so soft, it was highly erotic on my sensitive titties.

We both rotated and moved down until I was looking at Julie’s juicy cunt. I hesitated, but then I felt my roommate splitting my pussy lips with her tongue. I had to return the favor. I dove in, burying my face in her gushing gash. For the first time, I tasted another girl’s sex, and I loved it! Julie came, spurting all over my face. At the same time, I returned the favor.

We both pulled away, both our faces coated with our girlfriend’s fluid.

“Wow!” I said, “That was intense.”

“Incredible!” Julie gushed.

We embraced, pressing our massive breasts together.

“I’ve never ... been ... with a girl before. Have you?”

The redhead blushed, “Never.”

“I’m glad it was you,” I whispered.

We kissed, driving our tongues into each other’s mouth, tasting our own pussy on the other’s tongue.

After that, we had sex together every few days. We didn’t consider ourselves lesbians, as we both preferred having a nice hard cock in any of our holes, over anything a member of our own sex could offer. Making love to a woman just added variety, sparkle, to an already glittering pallet of sexual delights.

At parties, we would often double teamed a guy. One, riding his cock, while the other fucking his face. As we had our pussies filled with dick and tongue, facing each other, we would make out, our mouths locked, and our hands groping each other’s breasts.

Other times, in the midst of an orgy, each one of us would seduce another girl, teaching them the joys of Sapphic love. She would be lying on the floor, with us finger-fucking her cunt, driving her to sweet madness. At some point, we would swing our legs over her face, and she would lap away at our pussies. No hesitation.

That first semester, Julie and I blazed a trail through half the university. We turned whole sororities and fraternities into roiling dens of lust. We seduced many people, including teachers and administrators. The whole atmosphere of the school changed because of the sexual frenzy we left in our wake.

That all ended in December, when I returned home for the Christmas holiday.

My dad saw my abysmal grades and lost it. “I am not paying a fortune sending you to college, just so you could ignore your classes and party every day!”

Daddy never shouted, and was never violent. But he could get his point across, forcefully, without ever using a four-letter word.

“I am giving you one more semester. If I don’t see some serious improvement in your grades, I am cutting off all monetary support, and you can go back to working the drive-thru at Taco Bell.”

January, I returned back to school, resolved to buckle down and work on my studies.

I wasn’t sure my resolve would hold, once I met my partner in lust in our room.

But, to my surprise, Julie was gone. In her place was a petite woman with short curly mousy brown hair, named Vanessa.

When I walked into my dorm, she was sitting at her desk, already highlighting and taking notes from the textbooks of the classes she was going start the next day.

She introduced herself as Vanessa.

“Where’s Julie?” I asked.

The new girl shrugged, “Quit school, or so I’ve heard.

“My old room started leaking water during the break, and they had to move me and my old roomie into whatever space they had available.”

Julie had indeed left college. I tried to reach her on her phone, but it went to voicemail, and she never called back.

Vanessa turned out to be almost an Anti-Julie. She was also a freshman, majoring in Finance, like me. But she took her studies very seriously. She told me that first night that she was not a partier

like she had heard I was, and would not tolerate me messing up her learning. I told her I had to

change my ways or I was gone.

With her and my father’s influence, I buckled down and started actually learning. I got good grades, and found great satisfaction in acing tests. I forgot about the parties, and became almost as serious a student as my roommate. We were in the same classes, and studying together made learning easier.

In May, when my first year was over, my dad was thrilled with my straight A’s to say the least. When I told him that I wanted to take some summer classes, like Vanessa, he immediately agreed. I wanted to graduate with my degree in three years.

Vanessa and I had similar goals. We both wanted to work in finances for an established corporation, work hard and be CFO by age thirty. Retire by forty, stinking rich, and live the good life from there.

And we accomplished the first goal. Putting guys and sex out of my mind, I took a heavy course load, and graduated with top honors after just three school years.

We went out jobhunting. Vanessa found a huge law firm back East to work for.

Me, I looked to California. By June, I started working for one of the world’s largest tech companies.

I started work in late June, and was put in what evidently was the new employee section. I sat in a cubical next to another girl just hired in the finance section named Janet.

She was a cute brunette with wavy hair. She was about a head shorter than me, and had a less voluptuous figure, But she was friendly with me from the start, and it helped that I wasn’t the only new kid on the block.

It was late June, and one of the company’s big annual parties was just a week away. It would be nice that there was someone I could hang out with at the party and not look pathetic.

During the first week of employment, we went through company orientation held virtually. It was super boring, we learned about the “Company Culture”. The only good thing was the party was on Friday, so they were going to cut the tedious stuff short on the last day.

Thursday night, after the class ended, Janet said, “Hey, Linda. Would you like to go out for a drink? There’s nice bar down the block.”

It had been several years since I had touched alcohol. But I had no more textbooks to take notes from, and the idea of kicking back a few cocktails sounded really nice.

The bar was a cozy little tavern. It didn’t have the wild, anything can happen, vibe that the bars back at school did. We knocked back a couple of White Russians, and our tongues loosened. We started talking about our pasts. I inevitably got around to my slutty semester.

The brunette was amazed. “Wow! For those few months you really cut loose. I thought my having two boyfriends at once during high school was wild ... But you take the cake! I mean ... doing both boys and girls.”

I put an arm around her shoulder. “Come on! Haven’t you ever thought what it would be like to be with another woman?”

She replied with a slurred voice. “Well ... maybe in my fantasies. But there’s no way I could work up the nerve to...”

I cut her off with me kissing her. I shoved my tongue into her mouth, and she responded with a muffled moan.

As I started to grope her C-cup breasts, she pulled away. “Wait wait wait! Wow, how much have I drunk?

“Linda, I really like you. But I am not ready to switch teams.”

I shrugged, “Who’s talking about switching teams. Doing girls is something I do when there are no guys around. They’re kind of like the substitute squad.”

Janet shakily got to her feet. “I’ll think about it, but I think it’s time to go home.”

“Call a taxi or Uber,” I said. “You are in no shape to drive home.”

“I know. You need to call for a ride too.”

“We can share a ride.”

She looked at me skeptically.

I raised my hands innocently. “No more hanky-panky, unless you ask for it.”

Janet took my word at face value. “Okay. We can share a ride.”

My new friend’s apartment was closer than mine, so she was dropped off first.

“Thank you for the drinks. It was fun cutting loose. It has been a while.”

“It’s been even longer for me. Let’s do this again sometime.”

She nodded and closed the door to the car.

Stumbling back to my new apartment, I shed my clothes. Collapsing on my couch, I started masturbating furiously. My hips bucked as I came for the first time in three years. My mind fantasized about Janet going down on me, then she was replaced with Julie. Then both of them were licking my pussy like it was chocolate ice cream. It felt so good! All the orgasms I had denied myself, seemed to come inside me, all at once.

After a few dozen comes, I went to sleep, a happy woman.

The next day was the company party. We were celebrating the Fourth of July, and they had a beach theme. Unfortunately, we were a hundred miles from the nearest beach. They tried to make up for it by hiring a band to play yacht rock, and handed out tropical shirts and leis. Umbrella tables and cabanas littered the area.

It was a work-related event, so instead of alcohol, they served mocktails. They had a grill where they cooked burgers and hot dogs.

The event took place up on the roof of the twelve story building. The set up cabanas and umbrella tables around the venue. There was a limbo bar waiting to be set up, on the side.

Janet and I went up to the roof together, and scoped out the scene. It wasn’t completely pathetic, but it wasn’t a party I wanted to stay around for long.

I muttered to her under my breath, “We make a token appearance, eat some food, and make an exit as soon as possible.”

My friend nodded. “Definitely,” she said under her breath.

Being new hires, the only other person we knew on the roof was Dwayne, our orientation leader. He was balding and in his fifties. He was a nice enough guy, but not someone I would want to hang out with.

He came over and talked to me, making some pleasant small talk. When he finished, Janet was gone.

I asked Dwayne, “Where did Janet go?”

He nodded toward the exit we had just come through, “I think she went downstairs.”

I turned and headed in the same direction.

At the bottom of the stairs, there was no sign of Janet. But there was an enticing smell coming from down the main hall. The scent was not easy to describe. It had a spiciness that tickled your nose and seemed to trickle down your body, finally tickling your pussy.

I followed the scent to the door of the main conference room.

I heard sounds of moaning and laughter coming from the other side, so I turned the doorknob and looked inside.

On the long table sat a naked woman, I think she was a woman, with long pink hair and matching pink eyes. Her curves were perfectly proportioned to her tall body.

The oddest thing about her were the two pink bunny ears that stuck out of her head. I thought they were cos-play, but then I saw them twitch, move, and raise with her emotions. Later I got a glimpse at the side of her head, under her hair. There were no ears there. Those bunny ears were the real thing!

She did not have a rabbit’s nose. Her nose was small for her face, with tiny nostrils.

The strange woman sat on the edge of the table with her legs spread wide. Janet was naked, kneeling between them, her face buried in the bunny-girl’s snatch. The rabbit-girl had a hand on top of her head, guiding my co-worker’s oral attentions.

To my right, kneeling on the conference table, looking over the rabbit’s shoulder was my long-lost roommate, Julie. She was also naked, her large pert tits bobbed as she watched Janet’s training with lustful interest. The red-head looked just as good as I remembered her, heck maybe even better. There was something in her every move that screamed sex, like that was all she thought about. “That’s right,” she murmured. “Get your tongue in there. Fuck her pussy with it, hard.”

The pink-haired woman looked up at me with pure lust. “At last, the fabled Linda arrives,” she said in a sing-song voice

Julie saw me and gave me the same look of unbridled desire.

I don’t think I have ever had anyone look at me that way. Their pure undiluted lust brought back all the memories that I had been intentionally repressing for three-and-a-half years. My panties instantly got drenched with my own juices.

Smiling, Janet pulled her head away from the mystery girl’s pussy. I saw that our host’s pink hair was natural, or that she also dyed her small tuft of a bush.

The brunette’s face was covered with pussy juice. Looking at me, she said, “Do all pussies taste so incredible, Linda?”

At some point in those few seconds, I had shed all my garments. Naked, I dove into the stranger’s muff. The enticing odor I had been smelling was coming from her snatch.

Pushing Janet out of the way, I lapped away at her cunt. It was the sweetest pussy I had ever tasted! It was like a juicy peach, but with spicy and earthy undertones. I could not get enough! Her juices seemed to act like a natural aphrodisiac. Each lick seemed to get me more and more aroused.