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The Sandra Series is a series (currently) of 5 stories.  Reading them in order is not necessary, but makes the story more understandable. 

This story contains: Lesbian, Roommate, Oral, First Time

A little bit about me:  I had sex for the first time when I was seventeen, with my high school sweetheart of two years.  Sure we fooled around and orally pleasured each other, but one night, after a little over a year of dating, we had sex.  I fooled myself that our passion was really love, but in truth, I knew it was just two of us giving into primal urges.  Like teenagers normally do, we experimented frequently over the next winter, spring, and summer.  After summer, it came time for college and for moving on to bigger and better things.  I would not come to realize until much later that my first partner was rather on the small side, nor would I realize there were men out there that could really last longer than four minutes.  So, entering college, I thought sex was okay, but honestly much preferred my fingers.  Yes, experience taught me that sex can definitely be mind blowing, but keep in mind I was fresh out of high school with only one taste of what it was like.

Confused, scared, and in lack of direction, I entered the college scene.  I went to one of many small town colleges in New Hampshire, so that meant two things:  Lots of alcohol and lots of trees.  I got to know my roommate, Sandra, really well over the first two weeks of school.  Both of us could be considered a little shy and we spent many nights the first two weeks, sitting up in our respective little cots, talking about life, boys, drinking, and the future in general.  The normal routine became one where we would obtain a six pack of beer, usually at any number of parties around, and then we returned to our rooms, nursing whichever cheap beer we got that particular night, and just started chatting like innocent girls do.  We were both so afraid of drinking at parties and the possibility of having unprotected sex with some random person.

One night, about a month into the semester, we started talking about our past sexual experiences.  Sandra's past was similar to mine and she had only had sex with one guy in high school, but she did admit to sucking one of her brother's friends.  He was staying for the weekend when both he and her brother were home from college.  She had a crush on him and wanted to please him.  That's a story for another time.  I was getting really turned on hearing her talk about her experiences and wondered if she felt the same way.  It was fun to trade stories.  We both wished we could find a guy that really, really knew how to kiss.  None of this sloppy stick your tongue in my mouth, but a real, sensual kiss.  

Not sure if it was the alcohol or the stories, but we looked at each other, and without a word, we awkwardly met in the middle of our tiny room, tilting our heads ever so slightly, and lightly brushed our lips together.  The sensation of feeling her soft lips as they met mine, parting slightly, sent tremors down my body.  We leaned into each other, our hands entwining, parting our lips slightly, allowing the tips of our tongues to meet.  Together, for the first time, Sandra and I experienced the true spark of a gentle, passionate kiss.  Reluctantly, panting and out of breath, we both sat back down on her bed and took in the moment.

Even away from her now, I could still feel her soft lips and warm breath on mine.  I could feel the lingering sensation from her tongue as it met mine that first time.  I wanted to guide her hand between my legs so she could see how wet kissing her made me, but the moment was wearing off and I felt a little awkward.  I got up and went back over to my bed.  We continued to talk, but neither of us commented on the kiss.  That night, lying in bed, I quietly touched myself.  I couldn't tell for sure, but from the sound of her breathing, I think Sandra was doing the same.  

The next day, all during classes, my mind kept wandering to the night before.  After my final class, I went straight back to the room.  I knew Sandra had a 4:30 class, so I was alone for the next forty five minutes.  I took my clothes off, lied down on Sandra's bed, which still faintly smelled of her perfume, and I did what I couldn't do last night:  I brought myself to climax.  I was already wet from daydreaming during class, and still completely aroused from the night before, so it wasn't hard to bring myself over the edge.  

Later on that Friday evening, after going to the movies with a group of friends, Sandra and I found ourselves back in our room, quieter than we were the night before.  She took the initiative to break the silence and awkwardness.  She told me last night was really nice and that she really enjoyed kissing me.  My cheeks flushed as she talked about it, and I agreed it was much better than with the boys I kissed in the past.  We decided there was nothing wrong with what we had done and that we should definitely do it again in the future.  I had just hoped the future meant that night, but we were both tired, and it was late, so we went to sleep.

Saturday morning usually meant sleeping in, then the gym, shopping, and a party on campus in the evening.  When I woke up, Sandra was already on her computer.  She was checking the weather and told me it was going to be a really nice fall day.  She convinced me to skip the gym and go for a walk with her in the woods instead.  The leaves were starting to turn early this year, so it was really pretty.  We got breakfast and headed out.  After walking a while, Sandra, who was in the lead, stopped and turned to me.  She stepped into me and kissed me.  The heat and passion from the other night instantly came back and our lips were locked.  As her tongue lightly flicked against mine, she brought her hand from my side and slowly slid it across my breast.  Even through my bra, I could feel her cool hand brush across my nipple.  I began to kiss her more passionately, gently probing and kissing.  

As we stood in the gentle fall breeze, in the middle of the path, Sandra slid her lips across my cheek and kissed my neck.  Gently biting the side of my neck, she slid her hand under my shirt and continued to caress my breast through my bra.  I knew at that moment I wanted to give myself completely to Sandra.  I didn't think of myself as a lesbian or even bi, but she made me feel completely aroused.  I wanted her to touch and kiss me all over, and I wanted to do the same to her.  She whispered into my ear that we should skip the party that night and spend some time together alone.  And with that, she withdrew from me and continued to walk down the path, smiling mischievously as we continued to walk.

Being behind her, I could, for the first time, truly take in Sandra's beauty.  She was fairly tall, I'd estimate 5'7", and slim.  She had long legs and ran track in high school, so she was in good shape.  She had on a pair of hiking boots, covered by the legs of her black jeans.  The jeans hugged to her curves, showing off her long legs and shapely backside.  Her hair was fiery red and trimmed neatly at her shoulders.  When she turned to look back and make sure I was still following, I could see her bright green eyes sparkle in the sunlight.  Her breasts were smaller than mine, but I could see she was still aroused from our earlier stop.  The outlines of her nipples were showing against her brown sweater.

After our walk, I went to the library to do a little studying.  While there, I began to get nervous, thinking about what would happen later on that night.  In the moment, I wanted nothing more than to be with Sandra, but now that the moment had passed, I was afraid.  What if I didn't like tasting her?  What if I said or did the wrong thing?  I was scared and started to think of ways out of it.  Maybe if I told her I was going on a date... Figuring I wasn't going to get any more work done, I headed back to the dorm.  I was supposed to meet Sandra at the cafeteria for dinner an hour, and I was still a little sweaty from hiking, so I decided to take a quick shower.  

In the shower, feeling the warm water over me, I again began to get excited about the possibility of being with another woman.  The earlier fears were still there, but they were becoming less.  Without thinking, I started to touch myself.  I was no longer surprised to find myself wet most of the time, mainly because these last two days, I have been constantly thinking about sex.  The warm shower water helped to relax me while I continued to explore myself with my fingers.  Not wanting to be late, I forced myself to finish up my shower.  While drying off, I touched myself again.  I took two of my fingers and rubbed them through my wetness.  I wanted to know what it tasted like, so I licked and sucked my fingers.  It felt weird, tasting myself, but I wasn't completely turned off, so I knew I could at least try tonight, if Sandra and I ended up going that far.

We met for dinner and both had a quick salad.  We conversed with friends and said we'd stop by the party later.  You know how it is, once those parties start, people never remember who was and wasn't there.  Walking out of the dining area, Sandra asked if I wanted to go back to the room.  It was still before 8, and I was really nervous, so I asked her if she wanted to take the long way back, meaning a half mile walk around campus.  She agreed it was a perfect night and didn't mind walking.  So off we went.  The walk gave my nerves a chance to subside.  I found myself longing to feel the touch of Sandra's soft hands over my body.  We walked close to each other, so I could feel the warmth of her body.  I started to look forward to the remainder of our night.

Back in the room, Sandra asked if I wanted a drink.  I decided it was time to take charge once in my life, so without answering, I took her hand and guided her close to me.  I leaned in and kissed her.  Like two long lost lovers, our hands caressed each others bodies.  I felt the warmth of her back through her shirt, sliding my hand over her shoulders, caressing every inch of her back.  Growing more comfortable, I guided my hand down over her jeans, feeling her firm ass for the first time.  As Sandra reached under my shirt, her hand lightly touching my stomach, all my fears disappeared.  Again my senses awakened feeling her skin against mine.   

I stepped back and let her watch as I slid my sweater over my head.  My hair, true blond, was longing than hers, so it fell over my shoulders, tickling at the top of my bra.  Tonight, I was wearing a plain silk bra, deep purple in color.  I thought it best showed off my c cups.  Sandra then followed my lead and removed her shirt.  As I said before, she was smaller than me, and went without a bra tonight.  We came together again, feeling the warmth of our skin as our bodies met for the first time.  It was like the prickling of fear mixed with an overwhelming sense of desire.  She removed my bra, tracing her fingers over both of my breasts, before gently touching my nipples with her fingers.  While she explored, I did the same, alternating between her soft breasts and hard little nipples.  

Leaning forward, I took one into my mouth.  It felt awkward at first, but I quickly learned to slowly circle the tip of my tongue around her nipple, and then suck on it gently.  I alternated between both nipples, and from the soft moans escaping from her, I knew Sandra was enjoying what I was doing.  For a long time, I just kissed her nipples, her breasts, her lips, and her neck.  We alternated, and she would do the same to me.  For what seemed like hours, we pleasured each other without ever taking off our jeans.  Finally, I was ready.

I knelt in front of Sandra and slowly removed her pants.  She was wearing lace panties, and I could see where they were darkened by her wetness.  Her smell was very distinctive, but not overpowering.  I found myself more drawn to her than I thought I would be.  I had her sit back on the bed, propped up by pillows, with her legs over the side of the bed.  I straddled her, kissing her deeply.  I let my hands explore her body, starting at her shoulders, and slowly making their way down her breasts, over her nipples, and to her stomach.  Slowly, I followed my hands with my lips, kissing her neck, each breast, spending time with each nipple, slowly making my way down to her stomach, kissing gently as I went.  I slid my hands over her hips, feeling the lace of her underwear, causing her to shiver under my touch.  

Kneeling on the floor, I look up at her, our eyes meeting in anticipation.  Any fear I had earlier was now gone.  I was consumed with her scent, her desires, and wanting to make her happy.  I slowly lean in, kissing the top of her panties.  I can feel the soft touch of her hair underneath her panties.  I caress the inside of her thighs, taking my time as I trace my lips down her panties, feeling and tasting her wetness through the fabric.  She leans her hips into me and brings herself closer to my face.  I lean back and slide her panties down to the floor.  It's the first time I've ever seen another girl naked and I take a minute to admire her.

Her red hair is neatly trimmed above and to the sides of her lips.  Her lips are slightly parted and I can see her aroused clit, protruding out of its hood.  Under the small amount of light coming through the window, I can see her glistening wetness.  I reach out and slowly trace my finger around the outside of her pussy, feeling her soft hair underneath.  She pushes slightly against me, urging me to explore more.  As I touch her outer lips, she lets out a soft moan.  I look up and her eyes are closed, her head arched back.  Her breath comes in shallow gasps, each time her chest moving up and down in rhythm.  With two fingers, I slight part her lips and lean in with my mouth.  I run my tongue from the bottom to the top, flicking it gently back and forth.  When I reach her clit, she lets out a little cry, encouraging me to continue.  My initial shock of her taste lets go as I continue to explore every inch of her with my tongue, pausing at her clit each pass, slowly applying pressure with my lips, sucking gently.  

Growing bolder, I trace the tip of my tongue down, touching lightly against her ass.  Her juices have coated her, so it's not an unpleasant experience.  I think Sandra was surprised, but she moaned out "yes," so I think she liked it.  I continued to explore her ass for a minute, gently sliding my tongue over her tight opening.  It aroused me more than I though it would, feeling dirty and slutty by what I was doing.  I slid my finger through her wetness and began to explore her ass, touching it, feeling the heat radiating from her.  I could tell she was getting really hot, so I took her clit into my mouth and began to tongue and suck on it.  I gently slid the tip of my finger into her ass and continue to massage her clit with my tongue.  

As she starts to tighten, I move my finger and start to slide it in and out of her wetness.  Feeling the inside of her pussy, hot and wet, I suck down harder.  She tightens against my finger and mouth as she climaxes, and I taste her muskiness as she continues to tighten and push against my hand.  I can feel myself dripping, my juices coating my panties, leg, and jeans.  I lay back on the floor exhausted from being her over the edge, but for the first time, truly happy about pleasuring someone sexually.  Sandra tells me to stand up.

She slides to the edge of the bed and begins to kiss my stomach, while sliding my jeans off.  With the jeans, she removes my purple panties.  I step out of both and stand in front of her, with my legs slightly apart.  She looks up at me and I smile.  She slides her hand to the inside of my thigh, slowly parting my legs a bit further, before sliding her hand through my wetness.  She stands and kisses me, tasting her juices on my tongue.  She slides two of her fingers inside me, slowly moving them in and out while we kiss.  I move back a little so I am leaning against it, propping one leg up on the chair to give her better access.  She continues to explore me with her fingers.  I moan and pant between our kissing, loving the feeling of her fingers inside me.  

She slides her fingers out and begins to caress my entire pussy, which I shaved earlier in the day.  My boyfriend in high school convinced me to shave, and I have been since.  I love the feeling of my juices against my bare skin.  Sandra continues down, touching her fingers against my ass, exploring my body like I did hers.  I gasp a little as one of her fingers enters my ass.  I've never had anyone do that before, but it feels erotic.  She explores more with her fingers, sliding in and out of me.  I want to feel her tongue as it slides over my body, so I take her head and gently guide her down.  I slide back on the desk slightly as she begins to caress my stomach, thighs and then outer lips with her tongue.

We move over to the bed, where she kneels between my legs and slowly brings me to orgasm.  My old bf did the same thing a couple of times, but compared to his rough, hard, fast tongue, Sandra brought me to another world.  Feeling her soft, gently tongue flicker across my clit, pussy lips, and slowly, gently push inside me, I realized there is far more to sex than I ever imagined.  When she took my clit gently into her mouth, I couldn't hold back.  I arched my back and slid my fingers through her hair as I climaxed.  She kept on touching me until I couldn't take it anymore and had to pull her away.  I pulled her up towards me and embraced her in a final kiss.  Shortly after, we fell asleep, her leg wrapped around me, our bodies entwined together.  It was the start of a very passionate, exciting friendship.
