Chapter 7

Heather went back to school four weeks early to take a make up class. The dorm was empty and her first few evenings, she stayed in, listened to the radio and read or studied. Bored by the third night, she went for a stroll and over by another dorm, heard flute music coming from a window. Stopping to listen for a while, the music stopped and a voice from above said, "Hi!"

She looked up and saw a face three stories above her looking down from a window.

"Come on up and join the party!"

It only took a few minutes to climb the stairs and locate the room. There were three girls in the room. A short, thin girl with long blond hair was holding a flute and was sipping a glass of wine. A redhead, in a cutoff t-shirt showing off two nice breasts and cutoff jeans showing off an even better ass, handed her a cup with some wine in it.

"Welcome to the den of the lonely hearts club. I'm Jean, our musician is Carol and over on the bed half juiced is Eileen."

"I'm Heather. Nice music. It sounded great from out on the quad. Music major?"

"No, just a frustrated child of a music teacher. Hard to get it completely out of your system."

"What's up?"

"Nothing. We were just sitting here complaining about being all sexed up and no boys."

"Well, you don't need boys for everything, you know."

"Afraid none of us have the nerve to try gay sex."

Heather was aware that these three girls were staring at her. "I mean, we all masturbate, right? So that's a girl making love to a girl. If a second or third hand were to get in the act, who would know? Got any more wine?"

So the subject of female love was debated. It turned out all three of the girls had incidents at some point in life, so the subject wasn't completely new to them. But none had ever really tried love making with another girl. The wine was poured again and again.

"So, we all take a vote. Be it moved that we go to my room, strip naked in the dark and grope each other. What say you all?:

Three timid hands were raised, along with Heather's. They all staggered to their feet and, wine in tow, followed Heather over to her room.

Door locked, they each took one more good pull on the wine bottle and Heather turned off the lights. With the shade pulled, it was very dark in the room.

Heather pealed off her jeans and her top and stood in the dark. Jean giggled. Heather suddenly felt the tentative touch of another hand on her arm and she turned. The hand moved to her breast and pulled back. Heather reached out slowly into the darkness and found the hand and pulled it back onto her breast. It moved slowly over her tit and the nipple began to extend. Another hand moved over her belly and she could feel her excitement growing. She lubricated and the room filled with cunt smell. Reaching out, she found a shoulder and moved a little closer to the other girl. Her hand moved down and found a small but firm breast with a rock hard nipple. The other hand moved down the girls belly and traced the cunt hair. She could hear the other girl's breathing becoming to gasps as her fingers pinched the nipple. Her own excitement grew and the hand on her belly grew bolder and moved down into her bush. She leaned forward and whispered into the girl's ear. "Fuck me with your fingers. I want it so bad. Pull me, fuck me, suck me. Oh, that's good... Mmmmmm... Shit,,,, Oh... Put another finger in... Yessssss... More... Faster... Oh, honey, yes yes yes Oh! Deeper. You... Oh. Mmmmm."

Her own fingers were stoking the lips of a soaking wet cunt and she suddenly slipped her index finger into the girls slit and up to the second knuckle. The girl bucked and her hips moved to thrust against the finger. A second, then a third worked in and out and the girl's knees were going.