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One Winter Night in College (FF)
by Katie (tngirl@hotmail.com)

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    Anyone who has gone away to college can recall what a whirlwind
experience it is.  New town, new living quarters, a mixture of
anticipation and anxiety.  I was no different when, at the tender age of
18 I arrived at a small college campus in Tennessee for freshmen
orientation.
    While dorm life came with its share of rules and restrictions, my
college was comparatively liberal.  Regardless, I was escaping two
overprotective, old fashioned parents.  Life on just about any campus
was bound to offer more freedom than I had ever know before.  Perhaps it
was a little bit of a rebellious streak, but in many ways I set out to
make up for lost time.  Drinking, late night partying, and yes, even
sex.
    I was not a virgin when I entered college- I had surrendered that honor
to my high school sweetheart.  However, he was the only boy with whom I
had "gone all the way."  For what it’s worth though, I can tell you I
didn’t have intercourse that freshman year.  What I did do was date 3-4
different boys, and engage in heavy petting with all of them, and oral
sex with 2 of them.  Not mind blowing I know, but quite a departure from
my previous prudish lifestyle.  But that’s not really the subject of
this story.  Just a little background to let you understand where I came
from, and my frame of mind-  bold, open-minded, and willing to buck
conventions.  Not that I’m not ashamed of what I am about to tell you .
. . maybe I’m still trying to convince myself that it was a once in a
lifetime experience, because of some deep-rooted fear of admitting I’m
bisexual.
    Maria was one of my "suitemates".  The girl’s dorm at my college
consisted of suites, each made up of a common bathroom, flanked on two
sides by a parlor.  The parlors had doors that opened onto an exterior
walkway, much like a motel.  Off each parlor were two bedrooms. 
Typically each suite had three double rooms, and one single room. 
(Single rooms usually were reserved for seniors.)  In dorm-speak, the
girl who shared your bedroom was your only roommate.  Other girls in the
suite were called suitemates.
    Maria was on a tennis scholarship.  She was gregarious and made friends
easily.  However, she didn’t as far as any of us knew, date any boys
that year.  She never talked about past boyfriends either.  This,
combined with her athletic ability and "tomboy" looks no doubt accounted
for the oft whispered rumor that Maria was a lesbian.  While this
possibility bothered one or two of our suitemates, I concealed and even
suppressed whatever prejudice I might have had.  Enjoying my liberation
from home life, and immersed in the intellectual stimulation of a
liberal arts curriculum, I was determine to show I was more tolerant
than your average 18 year old.  (Yes, I even went to a Greenpeace
seminar!)
    When I say it "bothered" a couple of our suitemates, I don’t mean to
exaggerate the situation.  Everyone treated Maria nicely, and I think,
genuinely liked her.  Other than a couple of snide comments made out of
her hearing, you would never have known her possible sexual orientation
was an issue with anyone.  For example, no one was any less modest
around Maria, than when around any of the other girls.  A couple of the
girls were very modest around all the girls, waiting to shower when
everyone else was gone or in bed, and even then, traveling to and from
the shower thoroughly concealed in a towel or robe.  The other girls,
myself included, were much less modest, walking around stark naked, and
even occasionally slapping each other’s bare ass.  If I had to guess, I
would say that the less modest girls perhaps came from a big family, or,
as in my case, had participated in high school athletics and were used
to being around nudity in locker rooms.
    I never had anything more than a fleeting fantasy about making it with
another girl, however, this never prevented me from checking out my
peers and assessing their goods.  I always attributed this to natural
curiosity, or maybe my competitive streak.  Of course, the unwritten
rule was that you shouldn’t get caught looking, and by all means, never
stare.  
In my opinion, my roommate Janie had the best body in the suite. 
Beautiful figure, large, full breasts, and a cute, pear shaped ass.  She
carried a few extra pounds, but they seem to be distributed in all the
right places.  I have to admit I spent many a night stealing glances at
her gorgeous breasts, while she sat in bed topless, brushing her hair
before getting ready for bed.  I always thought it was envy more than
anything else, but in retrospect, I know I found her sexy.
Maria, on the other hand, was clearly in the best shape.  This was no
doubt due to tennis, her main sport, and swimming, a sport she had
abandoned after high school.  Maria was tall, about 5-9.  Not an ounce
of fat.  Broad shoulders, firm legs.  However, she was almost as flat as
the proverbial board.  I can’t judge cup sizes from looking, but when
she laid on her back there was virtually no evidence of boobs visible
under her nightshirt.  This is not to say she had a man’s chest.  She
had round, puffy nipples that were, depending on the climate and other
factors at the time, clearly noticeable under her shirt.
    I guess I fell somewhere in the middle.  Next to Maria, I was in the
best shape.  I was almost as tall as her, coming in at 5-7.  I always
thought of myself as small chested, but compared to Maria, I was well
endowed with my 34B’s.  Plus, I have always prided myself on my legs and
ass, and they have earned me many compliments over the years.
    But, on to the night that was the catalyst for this story.  It was
Christmas break.  Almost all of the girls had gone home to spend
Christmas.  In fact, there were probably less than a dozen students, men
and women, still on campus.  Although I spent a couple around Christmas
Day at home, I had a work-study job in library which for some reason,
was still open for most of the break.  Maria  was the only other girl in
my suite during the break.  Her parents were spending Christmas in
Australia, and for reasons I never understood, she declined an
invitation to travel with them.
    As it turned out, this was a good opportunity for Maria and I to become
closer friends.  The cafeteria was closed during Christmas break, so we
subsisted primarily on fast food.  We spent several late nights at a
local hamburger joint, munching fries and talking way past midnight.  We
also had a lot of spare time around the suite to chat and get to know
each other.  I found I genuinely liked her, perhaps more than any of my
other suitemates.  I was especially taken with her sense of humor.
    On this particular evening, Maria and I got back to the dorm at about
9:00 after eating at a local pizza joint.  As we walked in from the dorm
parking lot I was struck by how clear the sky night sky was, and how
many stars we could see.  Even though our campus was quite wooded, it
was in the middle of a large city, and you usually couldn’t see that
many stars, thanks to light pollution.  The air that night seemed
especially crisp and clean.  We were in the middle of an unusual cold
snap, and nighttime lows were expected to be in the teens.  Another
thing that struck me was the silence.  Cold air always seems quieter to
me- maybe there is a scientific explanation for it, I don’t know. 
Anyway, the cold, combined with the desertion of Christmas break cast a
stark silence over the campus.
    We scurried into the suite, shivering from the cold and rubbing our
hands together.  Maria had gotten a small combination VCR and television
for Christmas, and we planned to spend the rest of the evening watching
a movie.  However, even before we were out of our coats we could tell
something was not right.  The cool air on our faces indicated that the
always unpredictable heating system was on the blink.  I tried to call
the only resident assistant on duty, but got no answer.  A visit down
the hall to another Christmas hold-out revealed that the heat must have
been out for the entire dorm.  I suppose the sensible thing to do would
have been to pitch in on a motel room somewhere, but frankly, the
thought never dawned on us.  We resigned ourselves to toughing it out.
    Maria moved the TV into her bedroom.  We cuddled up together on a
single twin bed, wearing sweat pants and sweat shirts.  This, combined
with an adorable homemade quilt, and our own body heat, made for a
fairly comfortable way to brave the cold.  Only my nose was cold!  Now,
I would be less than honest if I told you that I never once stopped to
think about the implications of cuddling up in bed with a suspected
lesbian.  In fact, I worried briefly about the possibility of another
suitemate showing up unexpectedly and surprising us, and drawing the
wrong conclusion.  However, I can say that I did not believe for an
instant that Maria might actually make a pass at me.  When the thought
flickered through mind, I dismissed it instantly.  Yet, somewhere, in
the deep recesses of my mind, I know now that the thought intrigued me.
    Shortly after we started the movie, Maria had a brilliant notion.  One
of the girls had a little drip coffee maker.  Using that, and a bottle
of some sort of chocolate liqueur pilfered from another suitemate, Maria
made a delicious and warming concoction that I guess was something like
Swiss Mocha coffee.  
    The video was National Lampoon’s Fast Times at Ridgemont High.  By the
time the movie was in full swing, we were both feeling a buzz from the
spiked coffee, and were giggling way out of proportion to the actual
comedy of the move.  There is a really cool scene in the movie.  Sort of
a dreamlike scene set to the Cars’ tune "Moving in Stereo".  In this
scene Phoebe Cates emerges from a swimming pool in slow motion,
topless.  At this point, Maria and I both feigned embarrassment, then
giggled like silly school girls.  
    I then surprised myself by saying "nice hooters!"  
    Maria giggled again, then said, "Yeah, anything’s nice when you’re
built like me."  We both laughed until we were red in the face.
    "You don’t have anything to be ashamed of Maria.  I’m not much bigger
than you."  I knew this to be untrue, but I hoped it would make her feel
better.
    "Nope, nope, nope," Maria replied with a slight alcohol induced slur,
"Compared to me you’re a regular Dolly Parton."  
    "I’m so sure . . . NOT!" I retorted.  With that, we both hooted and
giggled again.
    I retired to the bathroom to pee.  While sitting on the toilet I was
struck with an inspiration.  I can’t say now if it was just drunken
silliness, or if I had ulterior motives that I was afraid to admit to
myself.
    In any event, I piled my hair on top of my head and hastily secured it
with some hair clips, trying to effect the "biggest" hairdo I could in a
short time.  Next, I whipped my sweatshirt and bra off, and grabbing a
can of deodorant, strutted back into Maria’s room, all the while singing
at the top of my lungs into the deodorant- microphone, the theme song
from "Nine to Five".
    Maria guffawed at the top of her lungs, and when she finally caught her
breath, managed to gasp out, "Oh no, it IS Dolly Parton!"
    I fell on bed in a fit of laughter myself.  When we both calmed down I
lay back on my elbows, looking at the TV, and noticed that the cold had
my nipples at full erection.  When I was even younger, I used to be
self-conscious about my nipples.  They stick out a good half inch when
erect.  I blurted out "Damn my titties are cold!"  Maria threw back the
covers and I joined her in the warmth of the bed.  
    As we cuddled up and resumed watching the movie, I could feel my stiff
nipples brush against the soft fleece of Maria’s sweatshirt once or
twice.  I know she had to feel my turgid nubs poking her once or twice
too, and it may have been my imagination, but I thought I heard her
breathing quicken.  
    Half trying to be funny, and half for reasons I still don’t fully
understand, I continued staring straight at the TV, and in my best dead
pan said "You know what this means, of course."
    "No, what?" asked Maria.
    "It’s only fair," I said.
    "What?" she asked.
    "I showed you mine, now you have to show me yours."
    Maria laughed out loud.  "Honey, since I ain’t got nothing to show
anyway, I don’t mind who looks."  And with that, Maria rustled under the
covers until, still secluded from view, she produced her sweatshirt and
tossed it in the corner.
    "Fine," I said, "But I still can’t see anything!"
    "Tough luck," Maria replied, "But it’s just too damn cold.  I’m staying
right under here."  With that, she faked a shiver, and buried herself
deeper under the covers.  
    I nestled up against her and said "You’re right, it’s damn cold in
here!  Let’s get warm."  We turned to face each other and snuggled up
together.  For the first time ever, my naked breasts touched another
girl.  My protruding nipples must have been digging into her flesh,
because I could feel them bending under the pressure.  We were turned,
cheek to cheek, unable to see each other’s eyes.  We lay silently for a
moment.  In spite of the noise from TV, I was suddenly very conscious of
our heavy breathing.
    For the first time, I realized that I was definitely turned on, and a
familiar tingle told me my panties were getting moist.  Thank goodness
for my heavy sweatpants!  I calculated my next move.  I desperately
wanted to feel her little rosebud titties, but could not muster the
nerve.  Instead, I reached around to encircle her with my arms, as if I
were trying to keep us warm, and began to caress her back.  
    When I did, her face turned toward mine and we looked in each others
eyes for a moment.  Then, Maria leaned over and kissed me softly on the
forehead, and caressed my neck.  I pulled her close and hugged her hard,
still caressing her back.  When our embrace broke and we were again face
to face again, it was my turn to kiss her.  This time, a little peck on
her lips.  Then another, slightly longer kiss.  Then another, even
longer.  Then a long kiss, full on the lips.  I felt her lips part
slightly, and my tongue made a quick, tentative exploration into her
mouth.  She responded by opening her mouth more, and letting her tongue
meet mine.
    We began to kiss passionately, our hands running through each others’
hair.  It was Maria who made the next move.  I felt a pleasant tingle as
her hands came to rest softly on my naked breasts.  At first she just
cupped them over my breasts.  Then, as if gaining confidence, she began
to gently knead them.  I let out a little involuntary moan as her
fingers made their way to my long nipples for a little squeeze.  Her
touch there electrified me and emboldened me.
    I moved back slightly so we could both have better access, and I moved
my hands up to Maria’s breasts.  There was barely enough flesh there for
me to squeeze, but I had no trouble identifying her large puffy nipples
by touch.
    Her hands continued to alternately kneading my breasts and tweaking my
erect nipples. 
    "Can I please see them?" she asked tentatively.  I was touched by the
innocence in her voice.  It was obvious that she was fascinated with my
larger breasts, so unlike her own.
    "Sure," I said, as I pulled the covers down to my waist.  I looked down
at my breasts, illuminated only by the glow from the television.  My
nipples were indeed standing at attention, and my aereola were drawn
tight and dimpled from the cold air.
    "Wow," Maria said in a low husky voice, "They’re beautiful Katie."  
    "Thanks, I’m glad you like them.  Go ahead, check them out."
    Maria returned to feeling me up, hefting my breasts in her hands,
lightly pinching my nipples, examining the way my flesh yielded to her
touch, then rebounded.  
    By now, the covers had shifted down below Maria’s chest, and I took the
opportunity to get a closer look at her breasts too.  We lay there for
several minutes facing each other on our sides, caressing and observing
each others titties.  I consciously let out a few well timed sighs and
moans, wanting to encourage Maria, and communicate to her that her touch
was pleasurable to me.  
    Finally, when she gently rolled both nipples between her thumbs and
forefingers, I let out a little gasp.  "Ahhh, that feels nice."
    "You like that?"  Maria asked.
    "God yes, that feels soooo nice.  My nipples are so sensitive.  It used
to drive me crazy when my boyfriend sucked them."
    Maria took the hint and pushed me over until I was flat on my back. 
She moved down slightly until her head was poised above my breasts, now
heaving in time to my breathing.
    Feeling more assured, she did not ask permission this time.  I felt her
warm breath for an instant before her warm, soft lips opened and
engulfed my stiff nipple.  I cradled her head in my arms and stroked the
back of her head.
    "Oh baby, yes, thank you!"  I moaned softly.
    Maria suckled gently, varying the sensations by occasionally flicking
her tongue over my nipple, and lightly biting with her teeth.  She was
more gentle than my boyfriend, and was more considerate too.  When her
mouth left one breast to move to the other, she covered the abandoned
breast with her hand, protecting it from the chilly air.
    My cunny was now on fire, and I felt a level of excitement that I had
never experienced with a boy, or at my own hands.  
    "Lay on top of me for a minute," I commanded.  Maria adjusted the
covers and stretched out on top of me, supporting herself on her elbows
and looking into my eyes.
    "What?" she asked.
    "I want to feel you against me."  I pulled her close until her puffy
nipples brushed against my own erect nubs.  We both sighed together,
reveling in the sensations.  Maria supported herself and deliberately
brushed her bare nipples against my breasts, back and forth, round and
round.  I was heady with lust for her, but was unsure about how to
proceed, never having never made love to a girl.  
    I place my arms around her, under her arms, and silently pulled her
tight against me again, causing her to bury her head against my neck. 
Unconsciously, my leg had found its way between her legs, and had begun
to gently rub up against her crotch, still impeded by the sweat pants we
both wore.  Maria kissed my neck gently, her hot breath on my neck
intensifying my excitement.  She raised her head up to again look into
my eyes, and our lips met in a passionate kiss.
    As we kissed, long and deep, my hands moved down her strong, bare back
until they met the waistband of her sweats.  In one motion I slipped my
hands underneath her sweats and panties.  I paused for a moment, hoping
she wouldn’t stop me.  When she continued to kiss me, I moved my hands
further down until they were extended over the soft skin of her firm
ass.  The next kiss was especially deep and hot, and with that I cupped
her ass cheeks and squeezed firmly.  Maria was now dry humping my
slightly raised knee.  I held on tight to her ass, and guided her in her
as she ground her pubic bone against my upper leg.  She was breathing
faster and faster and the intensity of her grinding was increasing.  
    Suddenly, her grinding stopped and she shuddered in my arms, her breath
becoming quick little gasps, and I realized that Maria had cum!  We lay
quietly for a few moments in each others arms.
    "Wanna get out of these sweats? I asked.
    "Yeah," Maria replied, still breathless.
    We sat up and stripped out of our remaining clothes.  Maria laid back
against the pillows and I surveyed her body.  While I had seen her naked
in the bathroom numerous times, I had never been this close before, nor
free to look without fear of being caught.  Her aereola were still
swollen, and I sensed that they were flush with blood from her
excitement.  Her stomach was taut.  Her legs were toned.  I was
particularly fascinated by her close cropped pubic hair, perhaps a hold
over from her days as a swimmer.  In contrast, my patch was wild and
bushy, for I was not to take up shaving for a couple of years yet.
    I lay beside her and we turned to face each other on our sides again. 
My hands returned to her ass and after caressing her skin gently for a
few moments, I began to firmly knead her cheeks.  She returned the
favor, causing tingles to shoot from my pussy up to my titties.  Then, I
thought I might faint as I felt her hand move to my front and reach
between my legs.  I bent one leg and pointed my knee up in the air to
give her better access.  She stared in my eyes then leaned to kiss me as
her hand found the lips of my vagina.  As Maria began to rub my outer
lips in a circular motion, I could tell from the sensations that my
pussy was sopping wet.  I could feel my own orgasm begin to build.  With
two fingers, Maria parted my swollen pussy lips, working her way into my
slick gash.  She began to gently rub my clit, stopping every few seconds
to dip her fingers deep into my pussy.
    I reached down and found her opening, and soon we were frantically
masturbating each other, pausing every once in a while to rub out tits
together or to kiss.  Once again, Maria came with little warning, only
this time it was more violent.  When her orgasm subsided, she told me to
lie back.  She moved between my legs and putting her hands on my knees,
she spread my legs open.  Using two fingers of her right hand she began
to finger fuck me.  Meanwhile, she lay her left hand flat on my pubic
bone and used the thumb to rub my clit.  I knew I couldn’t last long at
this pace.
    "Mind if I play with my titties?" I asked, a little self conscious
about pleasuring myself in front of her.
    "Please do."
    I crossed my hands over my chest, my left hand on my right breast, and
vice versa.  I massaged my breasts and teased my nipples as Maria
continued to work my pussy over. 
    After about a minute, I felt myself peaking.
    "I’m gonna cum baby," I announced.  Maria picked up the pace and within
seconds I had the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced.  My hips
bucked off the bed, thrusting against Maria’s hands, and I literally saw
stars as the blood rushed from head and my pussy spasmed around Maria’s
soaking wet fingers.  As my trembling subsided, Maria moved back up
beside me.  She pulled the covers up over us and I held her in my arms,
tenderly kissing her on the head.
    We slept together all night like that.  By the time we awaked the next
morning, the heat had been restored.  Taking advantage of the Christmas
Break privacy, we showered together.  While we didn’t give each other
orgasms, the simple acts of scrubbing each others backs and lathering
each others breasts brought me newfound sensual pleasures.
    Maria and I never spoke of that night.  We did make love once more
during the spring semester, but it was more a purely physical act, and
somehow lacking the tenderness of that first encounter.  
    I certainly don’t consider myself a lesbian, but I guess I’ve proven
I’m bisexual.  I have never been with a woman since Maria, but I will
always remember that evening in a special way, for in many respects it
was the most loving, passionate sex I’ve ever had.

----------------------
Katie

TN_Heat@super.zippo.com
