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  Once outside, I started to question my actions until we rounded the corner and she pulled me into the alley, pushing me up against the wall of the bar. There was nothing restrained about our kiss this time. She plundered my mouth while her hands stayed busy on the rest of my body. I felt like I was going to shatter at any minute. My knees were weak and I was afraid I’d fall, but Kara tightened her grip on my upper arms and pressed her body against mine to help hold me upright. Her hands slid under my tank top to caress my breasts as her knee wedged in between my legs. When she moved her thigh back and forth, I cried out.

  “Oh God!”

  “That’s it,” she urged as her hands dropped to my waist and encouraged me to rock against her. “Ride me. Show me how you like it.”

  I was grinding back actively now, aching for a release that was just out of my reach when she pulled back suddenly enough that I almost screamed.

  “My roommate has gone home for the weekend.”

  It took me a moment to realize what she was asking. She wanted me to go back to her room with her and there was no doubt in my mind about what would happen if I did. I didn’t even need to think it over.

  “Yes.”

  Her lush lips parted in a sultry smile and, before I knew it, we were running down the sidewalk hand in hand. We stopped in front of a stunning red Corvette and, as she pulled the keys out of the front pocket of her skintight jeans, I realized I was more interested in admiring her figure than looking at the gorgeous car.

  She was tall and thin, with legs that looked incredibly long and a nice, curvy ass. Her skin was a deep bronze color and her dark brown hair hung in waves down her back. The crop top she was wearing showed off her small breasts, which were obviously unrestrained by a bra, something that my thirty-eight D’s could never do without. She had a beautifully flat stomach and, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the twinkle of a rhinestone barbell piercing her navel. I had the urge to run my hands over her rear and decided to do so as she bent over to unlock my door.

  She gave me a heated look over her shoulder, and I nearly ignited on the spot. She opened the door, and I dove inside, eager to get back to the business at hand. When she slid into the driver’s seat, I took another moment to admire her. I realized I must have been staring because she questioned me about it.

  “Is something wrong?”

  I shook my head, but I didn’t know how to voice what I was thinking. She paused with the key in the ignition and turned to face me. “You don’t have to be shy with me. You can tell me anything.”

  I nodded, but it still took me a minute to find the right choice of words. “I’m a little nervous.”

  She gave my knee a reassuring pat as she cranked the car and it roared to life. “I won’t do anything to you that you don’t want me to do.” She cleared her throat as she pressed the gas and pulled away from the curb. “I have a confession to make.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes. I asked Brad to bring you to the club today.”

  “You did?”

  She nodded, her eyes never leaving the road as she sped back to the college. “I’ve been watching you.”

  “Why?”

  Her face took on a surprised look. “For one thing, you’re beautiful.”

  “No, I’m not.”

  The car stopped as the light in front of us turned red, and she looked sideways at me. “Yes, you are.” She raked her eyes over me from head to toe. “I’m surprised you’ve never noticed me staring at you in our art class. You’ve got great tits and a luscious ass. Your long, blonde hair is just the icing on a very yummy-looking cake. When you approached Brad, I figured you knew he was gay and you were just looking for a friend to hang out with. You go through guys faster than some people change clothes. I thought maybe you were trying to hide the fact that you were a lesbian. At least I hoped that was the reason.” She paused a moment before continuing. “I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I first laid eyes on you.”

  My arousal had been slowly receding, but her bold statement brought the heat rushing back in a tidal wave of lust. I wanted to make Kara feel the same way. As we pulled into the college parking lot, I contemplated making my first real move. We sat there for a moment in silence before she turned to face me.

  “Do you still want to do this?”

  Instead of words, I let my actions speak for me. I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for a serious lip lock. This time it was Kara that had to come up for air. The look she gave me was so intense I thought I might melt.

  “Good. Let’s go inside.”

  The halls were nearly empty as we made our way to her room, but I had expected as much. It was eight o’clock on a Friday night. Everyone was either on a date or out relieving their stress some other way after a week of hard studying.

  It only took a few minutes before I found myself inside Kara’s room. The instant the door closed she made her move. Once again, I found myself pressed between Kara’s tight body and a wall. This time though, I wanted to be a more active participant.

  I almost couldn’t speak as Kara found one of my hot spots and began nipping and kissing her way across my collarbone. “Kara?” My voice was husky.

  “Hmm?”

  “Can I…Can I see you?”

  Her voice was muffled against my skin. “I’m right here.”

  I shook my head and eased her away. “No. I mean I want to see you, touch you…” My voice dropped to a whisper as I thought about all the places on her body that I wanted to explore. “I want to taste you.”

  Kara shivered. “Oh, yes!”

  I moved my hands from where they’d been perched on her hips, raising her shirt slowly as I traced my way up her sides. She raised her arms willingly, and I pulled the garment over her head. It was then that I got my first long look at another woman’s breasts. I liked what I saw.

  Her small boobs were perky in a way mine would never be. Her nipples were dark and just begging to be touched and sucked. I reached out and ran my fingers slowly over the hard peaks, cupping her breasts in my palms and rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger the way I liked to have it done. Kara closed her eyes, arched her chest towards me, and moaned. I took that as a positive sign and grew even bolder. When I bent down and licked my way around her nipple in a circular motion before taking it into my mouth she cried out.

  “The bed! I need to get you naked and in my bed…now!”

  I stood and started to strip off my top, but she stopped me. “I want to do that. I want to strip you down and nibble on every inch of your bare skin. I want to eat you until you come screaming my name.”

  I couldn’t wait any longer. My panties were drenched. I moved forward suddenly. The motion was unexpected, and she stepped back instinctively. I continued my slow advance until her knees hit the mattress and she fell backwards. I wasted no time in joining her.

  We fell onto the bed, kissing and caressing while fighting for position. Since Kara was the one with experience, I gave up the battle and let her win. The decision wasn’t tough for me since I usually end up being on the receiving end anyway when I’m out on a date with a guy. Men seem to prefer to be the ones in charge, and I usually let them have their way even though I often end up disappointed at the end of the night.

  We came to a breathless halt with Kara on top, straddling my waist. The sight of her lovely body looming above me, covered in a light sheen of sweat from our struggle, was exciting and I realized that I really did like Kara assuming the dominant role.

  She leaned forward until her pert breasts were even with my face. I rose up slightly and kissed the tips of both before using my tongue on them thoroughly. While I engaged in a lengthy exploration of her chest, she grabbed the hem of my tank top and jerked upwards. The move forced my mouth away from her luscious skin and as the shirt snagged on my arms and face I fought to get loose. Kara laughed and tugged the shirt higher but still didn’t pull it all the way off. She kept her hands on my upper arms, keeping them extended
above my head with my hands still trapped in the top.

  I twisted slightly to help her finish removing it, but she just shook her head at me and flattened my arms to the bed. I watched in awe as she leaned down and used her teeth to unhook the front closure on my bra. She used her chin to push the lacy material to the side, and then nuzzled her face in the valley created by my overabundant breasts. The gentle slide of her soft mouth on my skin made me crazy. I was nearly delirious with want when she turned her head to the left and sucked me into her mouth.

  She started out soft at first with a delicate lick and flick of her tongue over my nipple. When I vocalized my approval, she got down to business. My top and bra unexpectedly went flying across the room where they landed in a heap on the floor. My hands were suddenly free to touch her, and her hands were free to roam over my body as well. She took full advantage of the situation, cupping my twin globes as she moved her head back and forth between them in a frenzy that had me screaming out from the sensation. My head thrashed back and forth as she grew bolder and began to use not only her hands and mouth, but also her teeth.

  I gripped her back, raking my fingers up and down her spine in a sexual frenzy that only seemed to excite her more. I managed to work my way around to her waist to undo the snap on her tight jeans when she pulled back with my nipple captured securely between her lips. I totally forgot what I was doing as I watched the skin stretch tight, and then heard the audible pop as she opened her mouth and let go. I shivered at the erotic sight as well as the feeling of the cool room air as it blew over my newly dampened skin.

  Kara sat up and looked down at where my fingers had gripped her waistband in an effort to anchor myself to reality. “Are you doing okay so far?”

  The question was asked in a playful tone, but my response was dead serious. “I think you’re trying to kill me.”

  Her eyebrows rose in surprise. “Why would you say that?”

  I paused and took a deep breath to try and settle myself even though I knew the breather wasn’t likely to help. “Because I’ve been barely hanging on since you first kissed me, and I don’t know how much more teasing I can take.”

  She smiled devilishly. “Sweetie this isn’t teasing, this is foreplay.”

  I shook my head. “No, this is teasing. Foreplay only takes about two minutes, or however long it takes for me and the guy to get naked. My dates are usually more concerned about getting themselves off than making me feel good. That’s why I don’t stick around with any of them.”

  She sighed. “Oh honey, that’s why lesbians are such great lovers. We know what we like, and we can give our partner the same lengthy attention that we crave in bed.” Kara wiggled her pelvis suggestively against mine. “And you don’t have to worry about recovery time. Nothing ever goes limp when a girl is fucking you.” Her tone was sultry and made me even wetter, which I didn’t think was possible. “I can give you as many orgasms as you can handle, until you pass out from the sheer pleasure of it.”

  I closed my eyes and pictured every possible way that Kara could make me come. I moaned. I couldn’t help myself. Her lewd language turned me on almost as much as her heavy petting. I rubbed my thighs together, desperate for friction where I needed it most. I was so high-strung that the lightest touch against my overheated pussy would likely send me over the edge, but at the moment I wasn’t even sure it would take that much. If she kept talking dirty to me, I thought I just might be able to finish without any physical stimulation at all.

  Kara was all smiles as she pried my hands off her opened zipper and raised herself up off me enough to divest herself of her jeans. As she slithered out of them, along with her shoes and socks, I realized two things. First, I hadn’t seen her remove any underwear and second, she was completely shaved. She caught sight of my stunned look and grinned even bigger. “I like to go commando sometimes, especially when the pants are really tight. The pressure of the inseam hits my clit just right when I sit down.” She smoothed her hand over her hairless skin in a blatantly seductive move. “And being totally waxed makes me extra sensitive.”

  “Oh god!”

  She laughed at my obvious sexual frustration as she unbuttoned my capri pants. “Do you want my hands on you? Is that what you need?” I raised my hips up to help her as she pulled off my pants. I realized that my sandals had come off sometime earlier, but I wasn’t sure when and I didn’t really care.

  I waited for her to remove my panties, but she just paused as she noticed my red thong.

  “Do you like them?” I asked, a bit self-consciously.

  She snapped out of her trance, tracing one finger down my abdomen and along the edge of the panties until her hand rested just centimeters from where I needed it to be. She slid her finger under the skimpy material and pulled it just a hair’s breadth away from my skin before letting go in a swift motion. The sound of the elastic snapping back against my hip was loud in the sudden silence.

  “I like them very much. I’d love to see you spread out in front of me with them on while I pull them to the side and slide my tongue deep inside you until you scream. Do you think you would enjoy that?”

  My mouth went dry and I had to swallow forcefully several times before I could answer. “Yes. I’d let you do anything you wanted to do to me at this point if you’d just let me come.”

  She tugged my underwear down and parted my thighs, situating herself in between my legs until our completely naked bodies were finally touching together. “Oh, baby, we are just getting started.” She raised her lower body away from mine in a modified push-up position so she could study the little landing strip of hair I kept in a neatly trimmed patch. She shifted suddenly, leaning all her weight on one arm so she could use the other hand to fondle me. “Since you obviously haven’t been getting the treatment you deserve lately, I’ll take it easy on you the first time. How do you want it?”

  The question was too much for my lust-addled brain to process. “I…I don’t understand?”

  Her look was patient and sympathetic as she pulled away and sat up between my thighs. “Do you want my mouth?” She leaned down and circled my navel with her tongue before plunging inside the small hole and retreating. “Or do you want something more like a cock inside you?” Kara reached inside her nightstand and pulled out a long, skinny silver vibrator. She flipped it on and ran it down my upper leg and up the inside of my thigh before turning it off and tossing it on the pillow next to my head. “Or how about my finger?”

  I was sure she was going to tease me again, but this time she didn’t. She slid her hand right between my legs and cupped my mound in her palm. When she used her other hand to spread my lips apart and thrust one finger inside me, I let out a holler that could have shattered glass. I rotated my hips, raising my body up and forcing her deeper. Another finger joined the first, and that was all it took. The sensation shook my body all over until I thought I was having a convulsion. I gripped the sheets and screamed until my throat was hoarse, but she never stopped. She just kept moving inside of me, building up the wave before it fully receded.

  I started to protest. “No, I…I can’t…I can’t take it again so soon.”

  “Oh, yes you can, and you will. Several more times. All night long.”

  The pressure was building, and I didn’t think my heart could take it. The orgasm had been mind-bending, but Kara still had a few tricks up her sleeve. The two fingers inside me were joined by a third. The slight pain felt wonderful and I began to ache for another release. “Harder!”

  “Mmmm, you like it rough?”

  I nodded, totally incapable of speech at the time. She curled her fingers upwards until she was pressing towards the front wall of my vagina. I started to question the action when she brushed over a sensitive spot that nearly made me cry with pleasure. She repeated the motion over and over again until I thought for sure I’d faint. The sounds coming from my mouth weren’t even coherent. I was gasping and grunting like an animal in heat. Kara seemed to love every minute of it.


  She kept up the brutal pace as she moved her lower body over mine until she was straddling my thigh. As she continued her assault on my body, I felt her grinding her soaking wet pussy against my leg. I shifted to spread myself wider and Kara pressed down harder. I arched my back and groaned. I was going to burst any moment.

  I reached down and used my hand to find her clit. As she moved back and forth, I tapped the hard nub and rubbed it in a circular motion. She did the finger curl again, and I bucked beneath her.

  “What are you doing?”

  It took her a moment to respond. “I found your magic spot.”

  It was hard to answer, but I did it. “There’s no such thing.”

  Kara totally stopped all movement and stared at me in disbelief. “You are kidding, right?”

  “No one has ever touched me the way you just did. It feels strange. Good, but almost so good it borders on pain.”

  “Oh baby, no wonder you kept jumping from man to man.” She slowly lifted herself off me and settled her shoulders in between my spread legs. “It’s a wonder you didn’t go gay years ago.” As she spoke, her breath blew warmly over my swollen lips. She looked up from her position between my thighs and I had to giggle. It was an awfully delicate place for her to be staring at while we chatted.

  “What’s so funny?”

  It took me a minute to gain my composure. “It looks like you’re talking to my pussy.”

  She thought the idea was humorous as well. “Will it talk back?”

  She demonstrated her question by leaning in and mumbling softly before running her tongue from the bottom of my opening up to my clit. The movement was slow and sensual and the joking made me feel more comfortable. “It says to do that again.”

  “My pleasure.” And it must have been because she began licking me like I was an ice cream cone melting on a hot summer’s day. Her speed varied from fast to agonizingly slow. Sometimes she used just the tip of her tongue and other times she flattened the muscle out until it touched nearly all of me at once.