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WARNING: READ THE ENTIRE INTRO THOROUGHLY BEFORE READING ANY OF
MY STORIES SO THAT YOU WILL NOT BE OFFENDED BY THE MATERIAL.

This story contains the graphical account of consensual sex
between two college girls while on a canoe/camping trip.

This story is a slightly embellished account of a true
experience. I am grateful to those who have shared their
experiences with me to serve as the basis for these stories and I
am always looking for more true experiences from others to write
about. The subject matter I find most interesting deals with
first time experiences, innocence lost, lactation, reluctance,
and trib.

In these stories I seek to share what I believe can be beautiful,
erotic or just enlightening experiences of real women. Feel free
to provide feedback (pro or con, but please spare me any flames)
at wcollege2001@yahoo.com

Future stories will appear on my web site
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"Camping (with Cheri)" by Ginny Walker, 2002
wcollege2001@yahoo.com F/F 1st Trib


This year was the first time I had ever lived away from home.  I
was raised in a fairly strict and upright family which produced
in me a strong conscience about what was right and wrong, even
when no one was watching me.  I had never given my parents a
(significant) day of grief in my life, managing to stay out of
trouble.  Basically, I was a "good girl" and my parents and I had
a close relationship.  They were completely approachable and
open.  When I reached puberty they even had open discussions with
me about sex.  Soon after, in Junior High, I began to become
aware of my own sexuality.  Almost by accident I had begun to
masturbate.  I knew it was normal, but also knew it wasn't the
kind of thing you went around talking about.  This was the first
time can recall having a "secret" from my folks.

Eventually, my curiosity lead me to masturbate in the bathroom
where I could watch myself in the mirror.  Maybe it was the
combination of having physical stimulation together with visual
stimulation, but that was the first time I had a "real" orgasm.
Watching myself masturbate was enthralling.  It soon became a
habit, eventually leading to an obsession.  My nipples would
become erect and dark red when I rubbed them and watching my
fingers slide in and out of my vagina was a major turn on!  I
loved looking at how the folds of my labia would peel open and
then close together when my hand pressed in and out of vagina.
"Watching" what I was doing soon became as stimulating as "what"
I was actually doing.  Eventually I got to the point where it was
the only way I could come.

By my freshman year in high school I was becoming conscious of
the fact that I found something stimulating and erotic about the
female body.  Things had seemed "proper" when I was talking about
my own body, but I was beginning to feel this way about females
in general.  I became scared and ashamed of my own thoughts.  I
tried to stop masturbating, but this lasted all of two days.
Attempting to push thoughts of other girls out of my head also
became futile.  By sophomore year in high school my masturbation
sessions increasingly included fantasizing about other girls as I
observed my own breasts and vulva in the bathroom mirror.  I was
consumed by the battle between my conscience and my desires.

This past September I left our home in Tampa to attend college at
the University of Florida up in Gainesville.  Two days later I
met my roommate Cheri.  She told me she was from Colorado and
that she wanted "a little more space from home".   She was
studying art so we had zero classes in common (I was leaning
towards computer science).  Still, we got along great despite our
different backgrounds and interests.  One thing that we did have
in common, was that we were both honest, sincere people.  Neither
of us were into partying hard so we pal'd around together most of
the time.  Cheri was much more confident and outgoing than me.  I
think I was attracted to this quality.

We were close but our conversations seemed to avoid the really
intimate discussions that are typical of girlfriends. My
distraction with my own sexuality still plagued me and I
continued my practice of masturbating in front of the bathroom
mirror - fortunately we had a private bath.  Cheri never caught
on to my habit, although on several occasions she did bang on the
door and ask "what in the world are you doing in there so long".

Soon, Cheri's interests had rubbed off on me.  She took me to a
local art show (my first), which I really enjoyed. She got me
hooked on mountain-biking to the point I blew my entire summer
savings on a Trek bike.  Cheri had shown me so many new things
and ways to enjoy life.  I felt I had grown more in that first
two months than I had my whole previous life.

I learned Cheri wasn't leaving Gainesville for Thanksgiving break
since it was too expensive to fly home.  After talking to my
folks, I suggested she come home with me to Tampa for "the
feast".  She agreed but said she needed to be back by Friday
night because she had already made reservations for a canoeing
trip the following Saturday.  I agreed and then agreed to go with
her on the canoe trip when she invited me.

We all had a blast over Thanksgiving - Cheri fit right in with my
folks.  We made it back to campus just before midnight Friday.
After all of 4-1/2 hours of sleep, we had arrived in the Ocala
National Forest for the canoe trip.  We spent the next 8 hours
canoeing around all sorts of beautiful streams and up to the
mouth of a crystal clear spring.  This was such a blast - except
for a few minutes we got way too close to a real live gator!

I realized Cheri had become my mentor - someone I looked up to
and could trust.  This made me feel closer to her, even bonded to
her.  I was feeling something for her - some sort of attraction -
but I think I subconsciously avoided fantasizing about her. Maybe
because she was too close.  Maybe because I was afraid this
fantasy had the possibility of becoming reality.

Christmas break was upon us and again, Cheri was not going back
home.  I started to get concerned that there was more to this
than the cost of a plane ticket.  I wrestled with to do - should
I invite her to my house?  Or should I confront her about what
was going on at her own home?  We had never discussed anything
this deep before.  I could see our friendship was about to reach
a new level.  When I asked Cheri to talk to me, she said she
would, but she wasn't ready just now.  She shifted the
conversation and said she had an awesome canoeing/camping trip
planned and suggested I come along and we could talk. She seemed
so vulnerable, and something in me wanted to be closer to her, so
I made the difficult call to my folks.  Not surprisingly, they
were disappointed I was not coming home right away, but they were
very understanding of the situation.

Cheri told me how there was an island we would be canoeing
around.  We would be setting up camp Monday night and Tuesday
night at different places along the river bank. Everything we
would need had to be brought along and fit in the canoe with us.
It sounded cool.  Until she laughed at my duffel bag. She gave me
two jumbo ziplock bags and said I had fit everything I wanted to
take along in them.  Either that or I would have leave my half of
the food behind and fast for three days.  Cheri packed up all the
food and gear for the trip and we set out Monday before dawn.

We got the guide maps and loaded our gear into the 16 foot
aluminum canoe and set off for what was sure to be an adventure.
The river and surrounding vegetation was spectacular. I saw a
Bald Eagle before lunch and more Ospreys than I could count.
Cheri found a secluded part of the river bank to beach the canoe.
After gathering some twigs and dried pine needles, she had a fire
going under a portable grate.  The fire smelled about as good as
the hot dogs she proceeded to burn (I mean cook).  I had learned
the true meaning of "roughing it".

I told Cheri I needed to pee and she responded with a grin and
"pick a bush".  "Ewww" was my reply, and I proceeded to walk past
several trees and found a large Palmetto bush.  There I was
squatting down, trying not to pee on my shoes when Cheri walks up
and says "Here, you'll need this", handing me a roll of toilet
paper.  As if I wasn't embarrassed enough, she stood there
motionless, staring and then said "wow, you really DID have to
go".  Now I was beat red.

An hour later we were off on the water again.  I was in the back
of the canoe this leg and, growing bored with the vegetation,
found myself focusing more on Cheri's back.  Her shoulders were
broad and tan like a swimmer.  As she would lift her paddle, the
muscles in her back would flex revealing the slight bulge of the
sides of her breasts at they protruded past her thin back.  Her
waist was narrow and then flared to her rear which was pressed
hard against the aluminum seat of the canoe.  I hadn't really
noticed what an athletic build Cheri had until that point.

By 4 PM my arms were aching and I begged Cheri to stop for
dinner.  She said she didn't want to set up and tear down twice
and we had to wait to eat until we got to where we had planned to
camp for the night.  It was almost an hour later when Cheri
called out "We're here"!  By the time we had dinner ready it was
dark.  I don't know if her burgers were that much better than her
hot dogs or if it was because I had burned off a million calories
and was nearing starvation, but I wolfed down two burgers in a
matter of minutes.

We unloaded the rest of the gear and started to set up the camp.
Cheri set up this little nylon pup-tent that barely looked long
enough to hold a dwarf.  I was too exhausted to talk much and
told Cheri I was going to crash.  I couldn't believe it when I
saw it was only 9 o'clock.  Cheri said she'd be in after she put
out the fire and put some stuff away so the raccoons wouldn't get
in to it.  I could have gone without hearing about the raccoons.

Inside the tent Cheri had set up a tiny self-inflating, foam air
mattress - all of about 1 inch thick.  There was a thin sheet
over that and then one mexican blanket we had to share.  The
Holiday Inn was looking pretty appealing right now - and at least
they had a bathroom with a mirror (wink).  I rolled onto my side
and drifted off to sleep quickly.  I was awakened by a noise.  It
was the tent zipper - Cheri had come inside.  I just lay there as
she fumbled around getting ready for bed.

I felt the rush of cold air hit me from behind as Cheri lifted
the blanket.  I lay there motionless in the darkness trying to
fall back to sleep.  Cheri was moving just enough to cause noise
on the air mattress.  This continued for several minutes and just
as I was about to say something so I could get back to sleep, I
felt the blanket shift as Cheri rolled over and was finally
still.  The air in the tent was getting cold, and as I lay on my
side in a fetal position, I became aware of a small source of
heat on my neck.  I realized it was Cheri's breath. The air
mattress was narrow and she was very close.

That little stream of warmth seemed to envelope me and I soon
felt warmer all over.  Like a kitten might cuddle up to a warm
blanket, I involuntarily leaned closer to the source of that
warmth.  I could feel each individual hot breath now. Focused on
this, I soon became aware of a new warmth - a warmth emanating
from within me.  It was a familiar warmth - the kind of warmth I
felt when I was in front of the mirror in my bathroom.  My mind
began to wonder and my body began to respond.  I wanted
desperately to touch myself, to see myself.  But I didn't dare. I
felt something new now.  Where the warmth was touching my neck
was now a heat - a wet heat.  Cheri was leaning against me - her
mouth touching my neck.  I was dazed by this new, unfamiliar
feeling, but I enjoyed it.  I didn't move - Cheri didn't move.
Was she awake?  I could feel her up against me - my back, my
rear, my legs.

I felt her closeness and I became filled with yearning. Suddenly,
I had the desire to roll over and kiss her passionately.  But I
was frozen in fear.  I felt something on my waist - it was her
hand!  My eyes were wide-open, desperately trying to see in the
darkness.  I was becoming intoxicated by her closeness.  The last
five years of my life were becoming clear. It was as if I had
been searching for something, and was now standing before it.

Any question about whether Cheri was awake was soon answered as
she slid her hand up under my blouse and gently cupped my bare
breast.  I closed my eyes in total satisfaction and let out a
barely audible "mmmmmm", as I felt the touch of another girl for
the first time.  Cheri began to fondle me and I felt electricity
surging throughout my body.  God this felt so good!  I wanted
this so much, and I had wanted it for so long!

My body began to tremble as she discovered my hardened nipple.
She played with it for several minutes, then releasing it, she
moved her hand further across and captured my other nipple.  My
breasts were tingling, my nipples felt like they were on fire as
she petted me - something my own hands had never before
accomplished.  Soon she moved from my nipple to the under slope
of my breast.  Squeezing gently and rubbing the soft flesh in
small circles, she caused even more arousal in me. Her touch was
magnificent and I thought how natural and fulfilling it felt to
be with another girl like this.

Gradually her hand moved lower - down over my stomach - not
stopping until her hand slipped into my panties and came to rest
on my aching vulva.  Her touch pierced me like needles,
overloading my nerves and flooding my senses. Instinctively I
spread my legs for her.  She reached lower, pressing down between
my legs, curling her fingers and drawing them back up.  Cheri's
fingers easily separated my moistening labia.  As she continued
to draw her hand back, her finger encountered my clitoris which
triggered an orgasm that had been growing within me since my
birth - an orgasm that Cheri had nurtured these past months and
prepared for this moment.  The release I had been longing for
since early adolescence finally was upon me and I gave myself
completely to Cheri.  I gave her all that was within me - feeling
my come flood out from me onto her hand as my vagina erupted with
such power that my entire body tingled and went numb. All I could
feel was the heat and energy of my vagina as it continued to
spasm violently and ooze my seemingly endless supply of feminine
liquid.  I lost track of every truth I had known - my entire
childhood and upbringing had vanished.  I had no thought of where
I was or of the taboo that this was lesbian love.  I only knew
that I was receiving what I had craved for so many years.  The
smell of my love filled the tent with a powerful fragrance. 
Tantalizing my nostrils, it testified to what we had just shared,
and sealed us together as lovers.  There could be no denying the
reality or the awesomeness of what had just occurred between us.

Cheri continued to stroke my vulva, massaging my clit on each up
stroke, then squeezing my puffy and pulsing labia as her hand
descended down over my soaking mound.  Her fingers, covered in my
thick cream, were almost imperceptible as she slipped two fingers
into my vagina.  I hadn't realized exactly what she had done
until she penetrated my oozing slit past two knuckles and her
hand between her thumb and index-finger bottomed-out on my hooded
clit.  God how I wanted her whole hand inside me - her whole arm
even!

As her fingers searched the walls and recesses of my vagina, I
rolled over to face my lover.  Too dark to see the slightest
detail, Cheri sensed my desire and I felt her warm lips upon my
own.  My mouth opened in approval and her tongue grazed past my
teeth and found my own eagerly awaiting tongue.  She was
tentative at first, our tongues lightly dancing around each other
- I moaned in complete satisfaction - and she invaded my mouth
further.  Her tongue now forceful and purposeful in its actions.
Then, abruptly she withdrew as if to demand that I follow - I
did.  My tongue pressed into her mouth seeking to find its mate.
As it found hers, she closed her lips tightly and began to suckle
my tongue, Wsliding her lips up and down the circumference of my
oral probe.

The lust in me was welling up and now directed my actions.  I
reached for Cheri, resting my hand on her left breast.  I
massaged her as she unbuttoned her top.  Pulling the nylon fabric
away, her naked breast spilled into my waiting hand. Her skin
felt like silk, as I stroked the under slope of her breast, and
then moved to the even softer flesh on the outside of her globe.
I cupped her nude breast, squeezing gently before zeroing in on
her nipple.  It felt heavenly, her areolas felt smaller than
mine, but with more texture.  I became frustrated at the
darkness, wanting so much to see the treasure I now held in my
hand.  Was her nipple dark, or light pink, like mine? Too eager
to savor this tactile delicacy, I practically lunged for her
breast and took her nipple into my mouth.  Even more stimulating
to my tongue than it was to my fingers, her nipple revealed a
clearer picture as to Cheri's true beauty.  My mouth was blessed
as it overflowed with Cheri's abundant gland.

I hungrily suckled her teat like a thirsty babe.  The saltiness
of our passion mixed with her perfume to seduce my taste buds.
Cheri's cooing told me I was doing what I was supposed to do. Her
sexual hunger moved me and I found my hand sliding down Cheri's
feminine torso until my hand encountered the dampness of her
panties.  I slid my hand up and down the thin, satin fabric which
quickly became soaked as it worked against and into the folds of
her womanhood.  Wanting to give Cheri all the pleasure I had to
offer her, I slipped my hand inside her panties and touched a
pussy that was not my own.  A momentary surprise hit me as I felt
that Cheri was completely shaved down there.

I needed no mirror and no light to know what to do. My hand acted
according to our many practice sessions - practice that was meant
to prepare me for this moment.  There was no fear or insecurity
now, I knew well how to bring pleasure to this secret place.  I
cupped Cheri's vulva, her skin was so smooth.  I questioned to
myself if she had been expecting this encounter, reasoning she
must have shaved just before we departed since there was no
stubble.  Cheri felt different to me. Was it because of the total
lack of hair, was she built much differently, or was it because
this feminine body was not my own? My exploration of her pussy
was initially driven as much by curiosity as my desire to
pleasure Cheri.  I sought to know her intimately.  My fingers
showing me what my eyes could not, I visualized her vulva, with
its soft puffy lips and the slightest extension of now engorged
skin that formed her slit, and entrance to my destiny.

I worked the palm of my hand up and down her vulva, adding slight
pressure from my middle finger to slowly part her labia, my
finger drawing out her juices with each stroke.  On one down
stroke I curled my finger and it penetrated effortlessly into
Cheri's vagina.  She moaned and I shuddered as I realized what I
had just done.  I could see nothing in the darkness and part of
me began to doubt that this was actually happening. The warm
wetness on my hand and the tightness surrounding my finger
verified to me that this was reality.  I was inside her.  This
was a dream that had finally become reality.

Her vagina felt so hot and forbidden.  It felt like it was
pulling my finger deeper within it's grasp - as if I were its
prey.  I worked a second and then a third finger into her
generously lubricated cavern.  Finally I added a fourth finger
and began to piston them in and out of Cheri's vagina.  She began
to gyrate her hips and press against my motion.  She was so close
to coming.  Suddenly, she grabbed my wrist and thrust my hand out
of her saying "Not like this"!  In one quick motion she jerked
her panties down and off, then rolled onto me.  Her breasts
leaned into mine as she pressed all of her flesh against mine.
She was rubbing herself against me, our nipples grazing and
teasing each other's.

She began to gyrate her hips in a circular motion, moving her
naked vulva all over my panties.  After several minutes like this
she pleaded, "I need to feel you".  She lifted up and pulled my
own panties down my legs, leaving them around my ankles, and
quickly resumed her position.  I felt her mound press into my
belly and as she slid down she left a slick trail of her oozing
cream all over my tummy.  It felt so sexy!  She slid down to
where I could feel her belly on my mound, before sliding back up.
After a few more passes, she stopped with her pubic bone pressing
against mine.  She began to hump her pussy against mine.  The
contact was hard, almost to the point of being painful, but it
also stimulated my vulva.

I began to match Cheri's motions and soon we were grinding
against each other, vulva to vulva in perfect synchronization.
Cheri was almost frantic in her humping as if her pussy was
searching for something it had not yet found.  Her motions
changed to short side to side movements, alternating between
light pressure and then firm pressure.  The purpose and skill of
her actions became clear as it served to flatten my labia and
spread them, opening my vulva like a flower.

Cheri pressed her wet nether lips down onto my own as she
straddled me and once again began her gyrations.  The sensation
was indescribable as her vulva mashed against mine in an utterly
female dance!  Oh god, I could actually feel her labia press into
mine!  Feeling this as well, Cheri put all of her weight on her
crotch and drove herself hard into me, attempting to press her
vulva deep into my vagina.  Cheri began to fuck me like this,
thrusting her hips forward and back, rubbing the opening of her
vulva against mine.

The stimulation was fantastic, and I began to match her thrusts
by lifting my hips up off the air mattress and pressing my pussy
hard against hers.  I thought how we must look like a
heterosexual couple fucking furiously like that. Although we
might not have had all the proper equipment for that task, we
seemed to be quite effective nonetheless.  I could feel another
orgasm welling up inside of me and Cheri was beginning to groan.
I reached up and grabbed Cheri's breasts and fondled them as we
made love.  Cheri leaned back slightly as I did which shifted the
point of pressure where our two bodies were coupled. Cheri cried
out - suddenly I felt immense friction on my hardened clit - oh
god, her clit had found mine!  Cheri screamed as she started to
orgasm.  I released her breasts and grabbed her hips, pulling her
down onto me with all my might as I lunged up with my hips.  I
was coming!  How I wished I could see her face as we came
together!

  Our clits pressed into each other and I felt Cheri's hot come
literally ejaculate onto my vulva.  It felt like lava as it
flowed over my clit and seared my flesh.  I held tightly to
Cheri, keeping our vulvas in tight contact as we continued gently
rubbing together.  Feeling the tremors of her still pulsating
pussy, I could picture her come flowing into my vagina and to my
womb.  The sound of wet flesh sliding over wet flesh became more
prominent as our movements spread more of our liquid love over
each other.  The sound and the smell added to the powerful sense
of touch that was still overloading my senses. Knowing the sense
of sight would remain absent, I slid my hand from Cheri's hips
and touched where our bodies were one, and feeling the wetness,
brought the warm liquid to my mouth, adding the sense of taste to
this supernatural experience.  Such sweetness I had never before
imagined.  Cheri must have noticed what I did as I felt her lips
on mine.  We kissed the most sensual kiss I have ever
experienced.  A kiss filled with the satisfaction of years of
desire.  My lips shared with hers the nectar that our vaginas had
produced and that our vulvas together had intermingled.  This was
the most beautiful night of my life!  I drifted off to sleep
still in Cheri's arms.

I awoke, taking a moment to remember where I was and what had
occurred.  The break of dawn finally yielded enough light to see
within the tent.  Cheri's breasts were meshed with mine, our legs
intertwined, her thigh pressed into my vulva, and mine in hers -
such closeness.  The remnant of her come was still present on the
short, soft hair of my vulva.  Her shaved labia was still red
from the friction caused when our pussies rubbed together and
sought entry into the other's.  We appeared as one body, unable
to discern where mine ended and hers began.  I had received such
a beautiful and perfect gift.  I was being offered more than I
could have ever imagined.


-THE END-

The Sequel???


by Ginny Walker, 2002 wcollege2001@yahoo.com Future stories will
appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001


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