From: Stephanie George (george@webb.psych.ufl.edu)
Subject: Laura - A Story 
Newsgroups: alt.sex
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Date: 1989-11-09 23:02:25 PST 
 

Following is a story I'm posting for someone who has no posting access.
Hope you enjoy it!

Stephanie George
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by Ernie Schaub
eschaub@uceng.uc.edu



	Kelly was feigning sleep for the third night in a row.  Now,
with her eyes cracked open, she could see that her roommate, Laura, was
finally getting ready for bed.  She watched with tense excitement as
the other girl went through the nighttime rituals of contact lens
removal, teeth brushing, and hair combing.  By the time that Laura had
stripped down to her panties and pulled one of those long dorm shirts
over her head, Kelly could feel her own wetness.
	Laura and Kelly were roommates at college.  They had gone to the
same high school seventy miles away, and, though they weren't really
friends during that time, had decided to room together at school,
rather than take a chance with strangers.  It was now six weeks into
their freshman year and they both knew they had made the right choice. 
They were best friends, and every day the discovered new similarities
between them.
	Three nights ago, as Kelly lay in bed, beginning to drift of to
sleep, she felt something.  The bed was shaking, lightly, rhythmically.
At first she thought that it was only Laura shifting in the bed above
her, but the movement continued, steadily, and then she heard a slight
noise, a noise that was familiar to her, but one that she had only
heard when she was alone.  Laura was masturbating.
	Her scent began to fill the room, that warm, moist, love making
scent of human pleasure.  Kelly was afraid to move.  She was enthralled
with the sounds and the movement of the bed.  Gradually, after some
moments, she slowly slid her hand between her thighs and spread her
legs apart, touching the slippery lips with cautious, deliberate
movements.  She didn't want Laura to stop, she wanted to climax when
Laura did, and she didn't want her roommate to know she was awake.
	Kelly was incredibly turned on.  She had masturbated before,
naturally, several times a week, usually, in fact, but she had never
felt as she did now.  Her heart was thumping wildly, and she tried to
control her breathing as she begin slipping her fingers inside the
sticky recesses of her vagina.  Laura must have been close to orgasm
now, as the sound of fingers sliding through her lips could be heard
clearly, that little soft sucking sound, and Kelly grew more bold
beneath her.  She started fucking herself harder, faster, rubbing the
base of her palm against the erect, fleshy clit.
	The bed began to quake a little faster, and then stopped moving
entirely.  Kelly mentally pictured Laura's body tensing, her back
arching, and she spread her lips with one hand, Lauratically teasing her
clit with the other, as she imagined Laura climaxing, the stifled, heavy
breath of orgasm above her urging her on, as she felt the waves begin
to crash over her.
	That was three nights ago.  The routine had changed little
since.  After the second day, Kelly began to wonder if this had been
going on all quarter and she had been asleep.  She wasn't sure.  It
could have been.  Anyway, that seemed to matter little now.  She was
full of sexual energy -- in fact, Kelly would sometimes masturbate
several times of the day as well, fueling her imagination with memories
of the night before.
	This morning, Kelly decided to skip her eight o'clock class. 
Her next one was at noon, and she wanted to play with herself again this
morning after Laura left.  And so once more she feigned sleep, peering
from her beside her pillow as her roommate climbed down from the bed
above her, smiling to herself as she caught a quick glimpse of Laura's
hairy black crotch from under the dorm shirt.As soon as Kelly heard
the rush of water in the shower, she slid her hands once more under the
sheets and began to lightly stroke and caress her own curly mound of
hair.
	She was moist and aroused by the time that Laura left for class.
Kelly had licked her fingers after sliding between the tightness of her
labia, stroking her clitoris to fullness.  Her pussy tasted of that
morning tartness -- Kelly didn't mind.  She loved her own body and the
pleasure that she got out of it.  Her hands ran over heeer small firm
breasts as she pulled down the sheets and exposed her naked body to the
morning sun.
	Kelly was idly running her hands over her thighs, buttocks, and
stomach, waking her body up before she brought it to another orgasm. 
Lifting her legs into the air, and placed her feet on the posts that led
up to her roommate's bed and began to touch herself earnestly.
	Her quim was starting to run down the smooth crack to her tight
little anus, as her body brought itself to the edge of orgasm, when
suddenly Kelly stopped.  She had been reliving that mental picture of
the quick glimpse of Laura's vagina over and over in her mind.  It
didn't seem right, and instantly she knew why.  When she had watched
Laura go to bed last night, her roommmate had been wearing a pair of
pink panties.
	Kelly got out of bed and climbed up to her roommate's bunk. 
There, tucked under the sheets, were the panties.  As she lay down in
Laura's bed, rubbing herself intently, she brought the panties to her
face, looking at them, examining them, smelling them.  The odor was
pungent and delicious.  Kelly watched a solitary pubic hair fall from
the crotch onto her right breast and she brought the panties to her
nose.  God, it was great.  It almost felt moist to her lips as she
smothered her face with the sensation.  Her left hand was working
furiously now between her legs.
	She squirmed on the bed, the bed where Laura had pleasured
herself the night before, and tentatively, tenderly, ran her tonque
over the cotton fabric.  The taste brought about an immediate sensation
in her vagina, as if the signal passed instantly through her, making
herself even more moist, more ready.  Her fingers were dripping.  She
brought her other hand to her crotch, trying to get as much pleasure as
possible out of the impending orgasm.  She bit at the crotch, drawing
it into her mouth, eyes closed, the image of Laura's pussy before, the
smell in her nose....and she came.  She came wonderfully, and she came
long, pulling the sheets between her thighs as her body rocked and
twisted and undulated with pleasure.
	It was only after the sensation had passed, and she was left
with the tremor and relaxation, that Kelly realized that she had
screamed aloud as she had climaxed.
	The sheets were damp.  More than damp really, almost wet. 
Kelly smiled, and sniffed at the spot in the center of the bed and the
sheets she had clutched to her crotch.  It made her feel proud to know
how incredibly sexual she could be.
	She had just hopped down off the bed when she heard the lock
turn in the door.

--
Stephanie George
george@webb.psych.ufl.edu
