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From: Ginny Walker <wcollege2001@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} College Kiss
Date: Wed, 20 Aug 2003 06:10:03 -0400
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I just felt like I had to post this story even though I haven't even
proofed it yet (I hope to clean it up shortly).  I wrote pretty much the
entire thing with one hand since my other one never left my panties!  I
genuinely hope you come half as many times as I came writing it.

   luv, Ginny



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

   This short story is based on an email I received in response to my
request for First Time Experiences.  This story contains the graphical
account of consensual sex between two college girls.

   I would love for you to email me your experiences to inspire future
stories.  My favorite subject matter involves first time experiences,
innocence lost, lactation, reluctance, and tribadism.

   In these stories I seek to share what I believe are beautiful, erotic
and enlightening experiences of real women.

   My goal is to get you dripping wet - and if you cum, I'll feel I've done
my job.  Please email me if you do at wcollege2001@yahoo.com Future stories
will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001
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   "College Kiss" by Ginny Walker, 2003 wcollege2001@yahoo.com F/F, 1st,
Trib

   August of last year was my first first time away from home for any
length of time.  I started my Freshman year at Covenant College in Lookout
Mountain, Georgia.  My parents thought it best that I go to a Christian
college instead of a secular state school like the University of Georgia.
They thought there would be too many bad influences and that my innocence
would be more protected at Covenant College.  I'm sure my dad was also
thrilled with the "added benefit" that girls outnumbered boys nearly three
to one.  That didn't concern me too much though, since I wasn't all that
boy crazy at the time.  I was, however, looking forward to the prospect
that I might experience my first kiss.  And the threat of having to beat
out two other girls to get to my share of the ration of boys didn't scare
me too much - I had always been pursued by boys and had plenty of
confidence in my look and figure.

   Tiffany arrived at the doorstep two days later "I think I'm your
roommate", she stammered, hardly able to keep eye contact.  I introduced
myself and couldn't help but feel like my situation has just improved from
slightly from 3:1 to 2.9:1 - Tiffany wasn't ugly, but she made herself
appear a little homely.  Her clothes were frumpy, her hair was blah, she
wore no makeup, and her glasses didn't do anything to improve her
situation. After feeling somewhat guilty for finding pleasure in her
"plainness", I went out of my way to be nice to Tiffany.  Turns out we had
a lot in common and we even wound up being from neighboring towns. 
Although we only shared one class time together, we both had 4 of the same
courses.  This was super convenient as we could help each other study for
most of our classes.  The class we did have together turned out to also be
our hardest, Old Testament Civilizations (at least it was very interesting)
.

   Tiff and I grew to be great friends in a short amount of time.  Besides
spending a lot of time studying together, we also hung out together on the
weekends.  Shopping was our favorite pastime.  I got Tiff to buy some more
spunky clothes (I think this was the first tank top she ever owned).  And I
convinced her wear a touch of makeup (it's amazing what a hint of blush
alone can do).  One weekend we even got our hair cut together.  When we
pulled our hair back in ponytails, we almost looked like sisters.  I
laughed to myself - here I was helping my competition - and the horrible
thought popped into my head, what if the guy that was supposed to give me
my first kiss, gave it to her instead.  As close as we had become, it
occurred to me that I really didn't know if Tiffany had ever even kissed a
boy, much less messed around with one.  It didn't seem possible - heck, she
was so shy it me 4 weeks as her roommate before I even saw her in her
underwear (and it was white a cotton bra and panties, Parochial School Stan
dard Issue).

   Over the next few months at Covenant, something began to seem different
between Tiff an I.  It was hard to put into words, but out relationship
seemed to transform.  We became more than friends.  There was almost a
dependency.  During the times we would spend apart, there was a feeling of
emptiness.  Out time together was conflicted - at times there was a
contentment and a peace, other times there was a trepidation or
awkwardness. There was an embarrassment and tension when one of us would
walk in on the other while showering or sitting on the toilet - something
that had not previously existed between us.  And it seemed as if Tiff was
careful not to undress in front of me and avoided seeing me undressing. 
Still the bond between us seemed stronger than ever.  Maybe these feelings
were a normal part of growing up, or maybe they stemmed from the fact I had
for the first time begun to secretly masturbate on occasion.  Maybe Tiffany
somehow knew what I was doing.

   Within a week the tensions would reach a new height, as Tiff surprised
me when she returned from a canceled class and hour early and I was
masturbating under my covers.  She looked horrified and it was the most
embarrassing moment of my life being caught wet handed like that.  She
scurried off into the bathroom which gave me time to pick my jeans up off
the floor and get them back on.  We never talked about that incident or the
awkwardness we were feeling at times.

   A couple of days later I was completely wiped out by my period.  I felt
like I went skydiving and forgot to pull the cord.  I missed all my classes
and didn't even go out to eat for two days.  Tiff was my savior - she went
out and brought me food back, she'd change the radio station for me, and
even did my laundry.  That night I was aching with back pain, and even
three ibuprofen wasn't taking much of the edge off.  Tiff offered to give
me a back rub.  I laid face down on my bed and Tiff pushed my tshirt up to
my shoulders.  It felt fantastic!  Her hands seemed to find every ache and
with touch of her skin on mine, seemed to bring angelic relief to that
spot. I couldn't help but moan continuously from the soothing effect she
had on me.  When she finished, I rolled over half way.  My eyes met hers in
a prolonged and extremely awkward stare.  She glanced down, then away.  I
looked down and realized my shirt was still hiked up and exposing my bare
breasts.  I quickly yanked it down as I turned a shade not much different
from the color of my red t-shirt.

   I woke up feeling much better.  I showered, taking an extra hot and long
one to further sooth my sore muscles.  After drying off I proceeded to
brush my teeth and do my makeup, leaving the towel on the counter since the
bathroom had really steamed up due to my lengthy shower.  It was about ten
minutes late that Tiff came barging into the bathroom.  I guess she had
been holding it for quite a while.  We both shared a look of surprise as I
stood there completely naked.  As I picked up my towel, Tiffany was already
peeing on the pot.  Again, our eyes met met in an uncomfortable exchange.
Tiff was just about ready for class and I was just about to head out the
door when she said, "Can I talk to you, Annie?" I told her I was late for
class but we could talk in the afternoon before OT Civs.

   We somehow missed each other before class and Tiff showed up ten minutes
late for class.  She sat down next to me and had this pensive look on her
face.  An hour and a half later class was over and we were leaving.  I was
done for the day but Tiff had English Lit still to go.  "I'll walk you to
class", I told her, thinking she could tell me what she had wanted to this
morning.  We were walking alongside the pond in front of the English
building when I asked her, "Tiff, did you still need to talk to me?".  She
stopped by a tree next to the pond.  She swung around so we were standing
face to face.  She looked down as if she was contemplating something very
important she needed to discuss.  Finally looking up and into my eyes, she
remained motionless and speechless for what had to be the longest thirty
seconds of my life.  In the midst of the silence she leaned forward and
kissed me on the lips.  It was a momentary press of her lips against mine,
straight on, her nose bumping into mine a bit.  It was a peck real ly, but
it rendered me flushed and completely self conscious.  I couldn't even
speak.  What was that!, I thought to myself.  Tiff was the first to speak.

   "Annie, I love you", she said pleadingly.  "I want the world to know!",
she insisted.  "I can't take this anymore", and with that she again leaned
to me - this time tilting her head to the left as her lips covered my
mouth. Unlike the first peck which was brief and quite a shock, I knew this
kiss was coming and this time it lingered.  I responded by placing my hands
on her shoulder to push her away.  But before I could will to shove her, I
felt her hand cradle my elbow, then her other one embraced my waist.  Her
touch neutralized my defenses completely and I melted into this kiss.  My
eyes closed and my lips now kissed her back.  My mouth went numb and I
could feel the hairs on my arms stand up with goose bumps as passion
overcame me like I had never known.  We kissed lovingly as my right hand
softly caressed her left shoulder and my left hand moved up to nuzzle her
neck.

   I don't know how long that kiss lasted, I only know that it reshaped the
essence of who I was and directed who I would become more powerfully than
four years at a university could ever hope to achieve.  Tiffany finally
pulled back slightly as I stood there literally trembling in front of that
pond.  Taking me by the hand she simply said, "Let's go", and she led us
past the English building and towards our dorm.  She never let go of my
hand the whole walk back and it felt as though her skin were burning mine
as her hand led me with determination.  Fear began to well up within me
surrounding what awaited us back inside our dorm.  It had previously been
the familiarity and safety of my home away from home.  Now there was only
the unknown and the perilous.  Oh how I wanted a way out at that moment. 
But that was not to be - I was destined to take this journey.

   Once inside Tiffany led me directly to my bed.  I could still taste her
lips in my mouth as she eased me onto the bed.  We both sat leaning on one
thigh.  Tiff looked as if she were going to say something, but instead
reached to me and holding my cheek and neck in her hand , pulled me towards
her as we again kissed - this time, opened mouth.  Kissing Tiff felt so
wonderful!  My fear melted away into sexual lust.  There was no denying the
pleasure and arousal I was experiencing as my nipples became puffy and I
could feel my vagina beginning to lubricate.  I never wanted to let go of
her lips, they felt so good pressing and sliding against mine - so hot and
soft.  Each moment seemed to undo me, peeling away layers of my inhibitions
and notions of what was normal and proper.

   The reality that I was receiving the first kiss I had been looking
forward to all my life hit me right between the eyes and I captured
Tiffany's tongue with my lips and sucked her into my mouth, striving to get
her tongue down my throat.  Our awkwardness together vanished as we kissed
like two enraptured lovers.  My sensibility flared and I pulled away,
saying "We shouldn't be doing this".  Tiffany asked me, "Does this feel
bad?" Without waiting for my answer she continued, "Then why would it be
bad?  " I was unable to answer with words, but Tiff read my soul.  She
slipped her glasses off and dropped them off the side of the bed, then
scootched closer to me on the bed and again kissed me without inhibition.
Pushing all rational thoughts out of my head, my body began to instead
respond according to the will of the heat that was building within my womb.
Each of us seemingly unsure about the next move, something within me guided
my actions and I rested my left hand just above Tiff's right breast.  Each
small s tep serving to guide the next, I felt Tiff's hand upon my inner
thigh.  In an unconscious act of submission, I instinctively eased my leg
open, symbolically offering Tiffany access to my most sacred place.

   I opened my mouth wide and pressed into Tiffany, my tongue gliding past
her soft lips and reaching all the way to the back of mouth.  As I tickled
the back of her tongue, I slid my hand down slightly until I held her
breast in my wanton hand.  Unable to control my desires, I speedily moved
my hand down and up under her blouse.  Bending my fingers slightly, I
grazed my fingernails over her flesh and was able to slip unencumbered
beneath the taut elastic band as the base of her bra.  My hand penetrated
the confines of her small B-cup where it encountered the unmatched
sensuality of a girl's bare breast.  Tiffany moaned into my mouth as her
nipple was captured by my seeking fingers.  I could feel her pale orb
respond to my exploration as her nipple became erect between my fingers and
her areola became puckered and pronounced with texture.

   Again thoughts flooded my mind: What had led me to this point, and why
did another girl's breast in my hand feel so completely enticing and
satisfying?  But there was no room for reason at that moment, only desire.
And my desire drove me to do things I never could have imagined.  Bending
my wrist I lifted my arm, moving Tiffany's blouse with it.  Now seeing with
my eyes the beauty and source of my arousal that had so far been known only
to my hand.  The sight was truly magnificent, her nipple had become a deep
red as blood coursed through each capillary, magnifying the sensitivity. 
Reacting exclusively to the beauty of her seductive breast, I brought my
mouth down to her, allowing her nipple to enter my mouth.  At first it felt
strange having another girl's breast in my mouth but my boldness grew as
the erotic sound of her moan and the soft feeling of her smooth nipple
within my mouth encouraged me.  Soon I was suckling with the enthusiasm and
contentment of a newborn baby at her mother's bosom.

   Tiff had moved her hand up my thigh and was now rubbing my pussy through
my jeans.  God how I wished there wasn't the obstruction of that thick
denim just then.  I was too revolted at what I was feeling and thinking,
even more so at the thought of possibly asking her to do what I needed. 
But Tiffany shared not only a common anatomy, she also shared my feminine
needs.  She began to work her hand past the tight waistband of my jeans and
towards the warmth and wetness confined within.

   I spread my legs wide and tipped my hips up to meet her.  I could feel
her hand just beginning to tease the sparse hair at the top of my
womanhood, but she could not wrestle past my unrelenting jeans.  Determined
to move things forward, Tiffany pushed me back, releasing her nipple from
my mouth with a loud smack and forcing me flat on the bed laying back.  She
attacked the snap of my jeans and yanked them down and off.  She stood long
enough to do likewise, revealing metallic bikini panties that were a
contradiction compared to the cotton briefs she used to wear.  She then her
blouse and bra up over her head and dropped them to the floor before coming
to me and cuddling.

   Her legs were together and she lied between my thighs.  Our contact felt
good as she slid up and down in a barely perceptible stroke.  Rubbing panty
to panty, the slick metallic polyester slipped easily past each other, but
the friction against my vulva was driving me wild.  The desire for release
caused me to gradually spread my legs wide so that Tiff was tight up
against me as our pussies continued to grind into each other.  Our vaginas
were oozing, soaking our panties first, and then creating a huge wet spot
on the sheets.  Desiring more direct and intimate contact, Tiff reached
down and yanked my panties down and off and pushed her just below her
knees, before returning to her position between my outstretched legs.

   Oh god, the feel of her bare pussy on mine was the most incredible
feeling I have ever experience and about the most beautiful act I had ever
witnessed.  I held her hips as she slowly gyrated into me.  Our pussies
mashed together, soon sliding effortlessly in a wet rhythm as her
lubrication began to flow from her vagina into mine.  This slick feeling
was even more comfortable and pleasurable and we progressed to a fierce
grinding.  I remember thinking how bizarre this humping was - it seemed
like something reserved for a man and a woman - yet here we were, two
girls, our bodies moving together in a "counterfeit" form of intercourse,
yet producing the identical effect shared by a heterosexual couple.  I was
feeling intense pleasure and I became hypnotized by the sounds of our
pussies sloshing together and making "kissing" sounds.  Suction would form
between our labia as vulva pressed against, and then slid across vulva.  As
I would roll my hips down, the suction would be released when Tiff's pussy
would slide up over my pubic bone, making slurping sound as it did so.  We
fucked like this for at least 20 minutes.  The longevity of it was such a
exciting experience for me - god I never wanted it to end!

   I felt Tiffany pick up her rhythm and she began to fuck her pussy into
mine with more effort.  I bucked my hips back into her as she began to
come. Her scream of ecstasy and the look of unbridled passion on her face
overtook me and I began to come with her.  My orgasm was unlike anything I
had experienced during my short masturbation career.  I felt so complete at
that moment - although our penetration may have been limited to labia
pressing between labia, it felt as though Tiff's pussy was deep inside my
vagina.  I reveled in the afterglow as I felt her cum pour into my vagina,
warming my labia and the entrance to my vagina as her hot cream flowed
past. Two people could could not have been closer than that.  With every
move of a muscle, I could feel her labia glide inside my vulva.  I realized
how love making between two women was unique - our bodies perfectly
matched, breast giving pleasure to breast, pussy giving pleasure to pussy.

   Tiffany and I had consummated our love for each other that night.  We
shared an intimacy I never could have imagined two people could share -
much less two girls.  As close as we had become, as much life experience
and female bonding as we had explored together, it paled compared to the
physical and emotional closeness we were sharing together that night.  It
felt as though we were one body.  A part of her was inside of me and this
was more stimulating than anything I had ever experienced.  What a perfect
mating of two bodies this was.

   -THE ENDby Ginny Walker, 2003 Wet Yet?  If so email me at
wcollege2001@yahoo.com Future stories will appear on my web site
www.geocities.com/wcollege2001

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