Naiya's Fresh Start by pointless (killallhippes@gmail.com) any and all feedback welcome and deeply appreciated.

Codes: FF, college, first time lesbian, light tribbing, oral, fingering, pot smoking.




Author’s Note: This is the fourth story in a series that begins with “Macy’s Crush” and “Ashlee and Naiya’s Sleepover” and is directly preceded by “A Sudden Change”. For the most part I feel this story should be capable of standing on its own, but please feel to read those as well if you find that I am wrong in my assumption. If you enjoy this one I have no doubt that you will enjoy those as well. If you don’t… oh, well. Either way, any and all constructive feedback is appreciated and very welcome and thank you in advance for reading my story.

Disclaimer: Any and all characters in this story engaging in any sexual acts are at least eighteen years of age.



Naiya didn’t deserve to be happy. After the way she’d broken Ashlee’s heart she knew she deserved nothing but pain and suffering until the end of time. Nothing she could do would ever make that right.  She’d betrayed her best friends trust, destroyed her innocence and she did it all for what turned out to be a sexually and emotionally disappointing one week fling with her ex-boyfriend who didn’t even care about anything besides getting her into bed to use her and then throw her away liked he’d always done.

Honestly, as far as Naiya was concerned she’d deserved that, too. It turned out to be exactly what she’d needed to show her that she truly was a stupid, foolish little girl who really should’ve known better than to throw the perfect relationship with the perfect girl away just because she didn’t want to be gay or bisexual or whatever she was. She still wasn’t sure, but, really, she no longer cared. All she knew was that the one person who had ever made her feel truly happy and complete was no longer hers because Naiya simply didn’t deserve her.

Even she met someone even half as good as Ashlee Naiya just knew she’d never be worthy of them. How could she be? No one could ever love her after the horrible things she had done. Even if someone could she wouldn’t deserve that love. Besides, there was no one in the world who could possibly love her like Ashlee did.

At least that‘s how Naiya felt in the brief tumultuous time between leaving for school and ruining her own life with cowardly decisions. Luckily, she was dead wrong bout at least one thing: There was at least one other person who made her feel the same way that Ashlee did and who loved her even knowing what she’d done. Another girl, in fact, but still, even after having her in her life almost from the moment she’d left home, Naiya really couldn’t see how she’d been granted the chance to have her, to be with her and love her. In fact, for a long time her guilt and the fear she would only end up somehow sabotaging this new, wonderful and absolutely perfect relationship just as she done to her relationship with Ashlee had made it almost impossible for her to even think of allowing anything of the sort to happen. Luckily for her Megan was too strong of a person to allow Naiya’s doubts and fears to get in the way of their happiness.

It had been a hard fought battle, though, and even after Naiya had finally given in and allowed Megan to claim victory over her heart she couldn’t help but be amazed at the love, the warmth and beauty of the sweet, angelic goddess that Megan truly was. Really, she should’ve known better. Even on their first meeting that day when all the freshman arrived on campus and began filling up the dorm with their nervous, chaotic energy and Naiya finally met Megan, the girl she would be sharing a room with at least until the end of the year or until one of them got sick enough of the other to request a change of roommates, she couldn’t help but be stunned by not only her beauty, but by the seemingly inexhaustible energy that just seemed to hover about her at all times.

This energy was especially shocking since at the time Naiya was almost Megan’s exact opposite in the energy department. She carried her depression with her everywhere she went almost wearing it like a badge. It was intentional. She wanted everyone to know what a horrible and sad person she was if only so they’d leave her alone and let her wallow in her sadness because that was exactly what she deserved. She didn’t deserve any friends, she didn’t deserve any lovers, she didn’t even deserve to be alive and she definitely didn’t deserve to have a pretty and friendly roommate like the one she found waiting for her when she came to the door of their dorm room and saw her standing their humming along to some song Naiya had never heard before as she organized her clothes into a small dresser.

What Naiya saw there in the split second before her step-father came bumbling up behind her and blew her cover by loudly dropping the two rather large and fairly heavy boxes in his arms in a sad, but amusing attempt to impress all the young college girls wandering up and down the halls was simply amazing. No, stunning was a better word as she authentically stunned for that brief moment when she managed to somehow take in Megan’s long, thin body perfectly outlined in her tight, black Ramone’s t-shirt that did nothing to hide her small, perky breasts and her tight, very holey, very comfy looking blue jeans that almost showed just enough of the soft, lightly tanned skin on Megan’s thin, but shapely legs that Naiya’s heart almost skipped a beat despite her dreary and dark world view. Naiya’s eyes were also drawn to Megan’s cute, no, beautiful, oval of a face top with lovely dark hair (that was at that moment tied back in a loose ponytail) with it’s large dark eyes and soft, full lips before she was caught staring when Megan jumped and even squealed a little at the sound of the boxes loudly smacking against the floor.

“Uhh, sorry,” Naiya’s step-father said with just a touch of embarrassment as he tried to catch his breath while Naiya looked at him and shook her head. He then quickly excused himself to go get some more boxes out of the car leaving Naiya alone with her roommate who still looked a little startled until Naiya forced herself to break the tension with an introduction.

“Ah, well I wondered when you’d get here,” was Megan’s initial response before she introduced herself and then they awkwardly stared at each other for a moment before Naiya started back out the door only to be stopped by Megan continuing “So… do you need any help? I’ve like been here since like, fuck, I don’t know. I haven’t plugged in my clock yet, but I’m totally almost done and looks like your… Dad?…”

“Step dad,” Naiya corrected her. It was not an unusual question since her step father looked nothing like her being a pale white, red head with freckles compared to Naiya’s much darker brown complexion and her jet black hair.

“Ahh,” Megan said before quickly adding almost without missing a beat. “Well, it looks like your step dad is about to have a coronary, so I’d totally be glad to help.”

“Sure, if you want,” was Naiya’s casual response and almost instantly regretted the decision. Not for any good reason, but because she was quick to discover that Megan, who’d just assumed that Naiya, like herself, had actually read everything the college had sent her and knew her name before realizing she obviously hadn’t and finally divulged her name as they made their way to the first floor, was Naiya’s exact polar opposite. She was bright, she was cheery and she was extremely friendly in a way that under normal circumstances would’ve just drawn Naiya in. Now, however, Naiya found herself struggling against a strong urge to withdraw under the assault of positive energy that was emanating from her roommate as they unpacked her things from her step father’s Jeep and then carried them up to the room the effort apparently doing nothing to hinder Megan‘s positive outlook or ability to talk.

By the time Naiya’s step father finally satisfied himself that she was good and left her alone with Megan Naiya was silently wishing for some way to politely tell her to fuck off so she could be alone with her thoughts. Megan, however, was completely oblivious as she tried her best to crack through Naiya’s shell and get to know her despite Naiya’s constant refrain of curt one word answers to even the friendliest inquiry. Still, Megan just seemed ignore the obvious as she kept plugging along and eventually Naiya found her will to be sad lump of self pity weakening as she found herself warming to Megan’s personality. Of course, there was a selfish reason for this because after a good hour Megan finally asked what turned out to be the right question.

“So, look, I know we barely know each other, but since we’re totally stuck with each other at least until someone drops out or however it works and this is like way fucking important I’m just gonna come right out and ask: do you smoke?”

“Smoke what?” Naiya had answered in all innocence and was actually quite confused when Megan smiled at her.

“That is a yes,” Megan said brightly and then added upon noting Naiya’s confused expression. “Dude, weed.”

“Oh, duh,” Naiya said as she smiled weakly feeling a bit dumb. “Yeah, that’s a yes.”

“Thank fucking god. I was totally worried I was going to get stuck with some straight edge super Christian or something. Not that I have anything against Christians or anything, but you know what I mean, so yeah… the next question is obviously do you wanna get high? Please say yes, because I‘m going to regardless and if you don‘t that‘ll be so weird and this is totally weird enough with the living with a stranger and everything, so don‘t make it weird and just say yes.”

“Uh, yeah, but…” Naiya said cautiously in part because she was still getting used to Megan’s convoluted and verbose speaking style, but also, as Megan quickly picked up on, because she was still a tad unsure about their surroundings.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I met the RA earlier and she basically came right out and said that she didn’t care as long as we aren’t dumb about it, you know light incense, cover the cracks in the door with towels or whatever and stuff, so that’s no big deal. Also, no biggie if you don’t have any. I totally stocked up before I left home ‘cause god only knows when I’ll find a connection here. Well, a good one anyway, so yeah?”

Megan didn’t really expect an answer and she didn’t wait for one as she grabbed her backpack while instructing Naiya to lock the door and stick a towel in the crack while she began to the process rolling a joint. Naiya got up to do just this, but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the bag that Megan pulled from her backpack. It was absolutely amazing. Naiya had simply never seen that much weed in one place in her entire life. 

“Wow, you weren’t kidding, were you?” Naiya said when Megan noticed she wasn’t moving and glanced at her oddly.

“I never kid about smoke. Everything else, yes, but weed? Never.” Megan said, not bothering to hide her smile as Naiya continued to look at her, obviously impressed. “But, seriously, cover the doors. We can gaze in wonder at the weed once we’re stoned. Oh and there’s some nag champa in my desk drawer. Feel free to grab it when you’re done. This stuff is hardly the greatest, but it freakin’ smells. If we don’t light some half the potheads on campus will come over and this room is way too small for that.”

Naiya couldn’t help but chuckle a little at this impromptu speech. Not because it was funny, but more because it was just delivered in such an odd and quirky fashion. She had to admit that she was already beginning to warm to Megan despite the fact that she really didn’t want to. As they got down to the task of smoking the nice, almost perfect joint that Megan rolled while continuing to speak volumes about nothing in particular this feeling only continued to grow.

It may have sounded odd if she were to speak the thought aloud, but one of the things about Megan that she was starting to like the most was the fact that she talked so damned much. Sure, it had annoyed Naiya at first when she was busy trying to be depressed, but not that she had relaxed she was quickly learning there were some definite benefits to it. Namely, Megan’s willingness to fill all the air in the conversation with her apparently abundant reserve of random and odd, little thoughts left Naiya completely free to just sit and listen without having to reveal too much about herself because while Megan definitely seemed to be interested in getting to know Naiya better her way of getting to know her obviously didn’t involve asking too many direct questions.

At least not right away. Not that night, nor the first couple of weeks as they were far too busy with getting back into the idea of taking classes (which, as it turned they shared three, but only took two of them at the same time and beyond that, actually had quite a similar schedule time wise) after a summer of marijuana fueled relaxation for Megan and stressful, life changing, friendship ending self destruction for Naiya. No, for awhile there Naiya actually thought she might get away with being able to forget the many mistakes she’d made over the summer as she made fast friends with Megan as well as a few other friendly souls. 

Not that Naiya didn’t reveal anything about her past. She just didn’t have to and she definitely enjoyed this freedom to avoid discussing those things that were truly painful for her. Basically this involved not talking about anything relating to Ashlee or Macy. Max, though, was actually easy to speak of and she’d done it more than once. Honestly, she found bitching about him to actually feel pretty damned good. She actually had Megan to thank for that. She’d first mentioned him when Megan had been bitching about her ex-boyfriend during one of their many hangout sessions. Still, the information had not been forced out of her in the least and that was nice. It was very freeing to know that she was allowed to fill in the blanks of her life on her own without having it dragged out of her by some nosy busybody.

Sadly, this didn’t last forever. One night when they both were relatively free with Naiya no class the next day and Megan just having to a little Art History class that she was so far doing great in even though she kept showing up to class high the inevitable finally happened. Well, not the inevitable, because the way it all came about was actually quite a freak occurrence. In fact, if Megan hadn’t accidentally wandered her way into such a sore subject Naiya likely would’ve been amazed at her ability to recall such a seemingly insignificant event. Nonetheless, though, it was still quite a jarring moment when Megan stunned with what to her could only have been a perfectly innocent question 

 “You know,” Megan had started as she took a hit off of yet another joint (the bag had since been sold off once Megan found a good connection with much better weed) and then passed it to Naiya as she paused to hold in the hit “I finally figured out something that’s been bugging for like forever.”

“Yeah?” Naiya had responded absent mindedly as she took a hit herself. “What’s that?”

“I finally figured why you seemed so familiar too me when I saw you. We totally met at orientation.”

“What?” the question was sincere. Honestly, Naiya barely remembered orientation. It seemed like years ago, already. What little she did remember of it didn’t involve really meeting anyone. Of course, at the time she really wouldn’t have noticed if she had because she had been a little bit distracted by Ashlee who had given her a ride as well as tagged along and who at the time was still very much in love with her. It was also before the doubts that eventually drove Naiya to make the dumbest decision of her young life starting creeping in.

Of course, as Naiya asked that one word question she wasn’t even thinking of any of that. She had finished her paper over an hour ago and since then she’d be sitting on her bed next to Megan watching the Daily Show and getting stoned. Thinking wasn’t exactly the easiest thing for her at that moment and if Megan hadn’t continued with her thought after finally exhaling her hit Naiya likely would’ve completely forgotten what Megan had been talking about by the time she took her next hit. As fate would have it, however, Megan continued.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you’d remember, but we totally met. Well, we didn’t really meet, but I totally remembered seeing you there like ‘bam!’ today after class when I saw you wearing that Super Girl t-shirt and I was like god, I want that shirt because I totally used to have one just like it and I loved it and that‘s when it clicked. I totally saw you at orientation. You were like walking right next to me when we were touring the campus and you were with this cute, little cheerleader type chick and you were wearing that same fucking t-shirt and I totally thought the same thing I thought today because, seriously I love that shirt and I am so borrowing it from you as soon as possible. Just fair warning, but… anyway… who was that chick anyway? Was she like your sister or something?”

“Umm,” Naiya began as she was still struggling to decipher everything that had just come flying out of her roommate’s mouth. She wasn’t too successful and eventually she just said “What?”

“I’m not repeating all of that, but basically one: I want to borrow your Super Girl t-shirt and two: who was that girl who came with you to orientation? You know who I’m talking about. You guys like totally knew each other because she was like the only person you talked to the whole time, but she’s like not here because me and Connie and Becky are like the only people you hang out with and none of us knew each other before we got here, so…”

“Oh, that was…” and paused as she suddenly felt her heart begin to sink. She would have been lying if she’d said at that moment that that was the first time she’d thought of Ashlee since she’d started to relax and make the best of her fresh start with new people, but she’d managed so far to keep those thoughts to herself and generally only suffered from them late at night or when she was alone and it was safe to cry without being questioned as to why. Now, however, she was not alone and while she wasn’t on the verge of tears she definitely didn’t want to think about Ashlee let alone talk about her. Still, she could think of no way to get out of answering the question without it being weird, so, as Megan began to look at her funny for taking so long to answer such a simple question Naiya finally managed to say “…Ashlee. That was Ashlee.” in a soft, flat voice.

“Oh,” was Megan initial and very uncharacteristically short response. At first, Naiya thought that would be it, but apparently Megan was just getting ready to take another hit as a few seconds later she continued in a voice that made it clear that she was holding in a hit “So who the hell was she anyway? You guys seemed really close, but like you never mention her.”

“She… She was just a friend…” Naiya responded, her voice even quieter than before. If Megan had noticed the change in tone she didn’t let it show as she continued to question Naiya in a light, airy and friendly tone as if they were just talking about something incredibly unimportant just to have something to talk about. Of course, as far as she knew this was true. She talked about her old friends all the time and even bitched about several of them often. Nothing mean or cruel, but just for the hell of it and to have something to say.

“Was?” Megan continued before tapping Naiya on the shoulder as she tried to pass her the joint. When Naiya just sat there without responding while staring into space with a dead expression on her face Megan finally began to catch on that she might have hit a nerve. “You okay, Naiya? I’m not like bugging you about some…”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Naiya interrupted bluntly and then instantly felt bad about it. When Megan meekly responded with a softly spoken “Okay” followed after a short pause by “I’m sorry” Naiya felt even worse. As they both sat there in silence for a moment with Naiya feeling bad about being so emotional and rude to such a nice person as Megan while Megan was obviously wondering what exactly she’d done wrong Naiya just kept feeling worse and worse about it until finally she took a deep breath and gathered up as much strength as she could before she finally broke the silence with a softly spoken voice “Can you keep a secret?”

Megan, still looking slightly wounded actually managed to look a little relieved as she nodded and then added “Of course I can. I mean I know we haven’t known each other very long, but you’re totally my friend. If you tell me something and tell me not to say anything my lips are sealed. Swear to god. No one will ever know. I mean, ugh, don’t think you have to tell me anything. I mean, I feel like I’m almost begging for you tell me and I totally do want to hear it, but I don’t…”

“I want to tell you. I mean, I have to tell you at some point. Well, not… I don’t know… it’s just… fuck, okay, here goes…” Naiya said and then covered her eyes for moment as she thought of the best way to say it and then decided that blunt was best if only for clarities sake. “Ashlee was my girlfriend.”

“Well, I figured that, but…oh…” and now it was Megan’s turn to pause as a look of shock came over her face for a second and remained there as she asked “You mean like girlfriend not girlfriend, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Naiya said with a sigh as she turned away from the shocked look on Megan’s face as she actually began to cry. She wasn’t bawling, she wasn’t sobbing, but she could feel the tears beginning to form and swell up in her eyes as she began to think she’d made a mistake. As she turned away, however, Megan couldn’t help but notice a tear as it began to roll down her cheek and she instantly shot into action.

“Oh, fuck, Naiya,” Megan said as she sat up and then pulled Naiya into a hug which was instinctively returned as Naiya almost instantly stopped crying as a feeling of comfort just washed over her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to look all shocked it’s just… I don’t know. I just didn’t know. I mean you were bitching about some dickhead named Max like a week ago. I just thought… wait, what about him?” As Megan asked this she loosened the hug so she could look Naiya in the eye. Her look was inscrutable, but somehow very non-threatening. Still, it was a little uncomfortable for a second as Naiya studied that face wondering how to answer the somewhat accusatory question and her response was just naturally a tad defensive as a result.

“Well, I wasn’t lying about him. He was my boyfriend and he was an asshole and I did break up with him just before I left for school because he fucked my friend. I wasn’t lying. It’s just… it’s really fucking complicated. I don’t… I don’t know how…” Naiya said and she was cut off by an apologetic hug.

“Girl, don’t stress yourself. I’m just totally stoned right now. Never mind me and my confuzzled brain. I just had no idea. I mean, why should I right? I don’t know. Just don’t cry about it. I mean, seriously, what girl hasn’t at least made out with another girl? Hell, I’ve done it like a billion times. Shit, my best friend Mandy has like the softest lips. Oh my god, that girl can kiss, but you know… I don’t know. Dude, don’t worry about the kind of stuff around me. I don’t care if you like girls. Shit, Mandy did and I made out with her. Never anything else though, but…whatever. Is that what was stressing you out?”

Naiya found herself smiling at this classic Megan response and even initiated a quick warm hug herself before they naturally just broke apart both of them knowing that the tense moment had passed, but for the first time in a long time Naiya actually found herself wanting to recall her wonderful and disastrous relationship with Ashlee. Sure, as Naiya began to tell her tale Megan again assured her that she didn’t have to. Naiya however insisted on the basis that she really needed to get it off her chest, so she did.

It wasn’t really a long story, but it was tough to get out because, honestly, it was definitely not Naiya’s proudest moment. She’d barely got to the part about how she had been Ashlee’s first when Megan started rolling another joint because, as she put it, “I’m guessing you’re gonna need this by the time you’re done.”

She was right, too. Sadly, without the calming effect of the marijuana on her mind Naiya likely wouldn’t have been able to get through how she’d started to question her sexuality after she started to realize that she was beginning to have real, deep feelings for Ashlee. In fact, even with the weed and Megan’s non-judgmental attitude and rapt attention Naiya still had a hard time when she got to part where she starting talking to her ex-boyfriend while she was still going out with Ashlee and even did it right in front of her.

“Damn, you’re cold,” Megan had said when Naiya told her that part. She then quickly apologized when Naiya frowned sadly, but Naiya just shook her head and brush off the apology.

“No, it was a fucked up thing to do. It’s like the whole time I knew if I just talked to her about everything that she’d totally understand. I mean, you don’t know Ashlee, but she was totally like the nicest, most caring person I’ve ever known and she totally would’ve understood. Dude, I almost guarantee  you should’ve let me fuck Max just to get it out of my system or whatever, you know… even knowing that there was a chance that I might break up with her, but like I still couldn’t say anything to her about it. I mean I just couldn’t. I wanted to, but I fucking couldn’t do it. I mean that’s kind of why I talked to him in front of her. I was kinda hoping she’d just say something, but she never fucking took the bait. Not once and the bam! I actually started buying that assholes crap and next thing I know she’s fucking my stepsister.”

“Dude, what?” Megan said and then coughed harshly as she choked on her last hit. It took her a minute recover, but when she did she repeated the question and then clarified by adding “She fucked your step sister? I didn’t even know you had a step sister.”

“Well, yeah, I don’t like talking about her. They’re kind of living together. That’s actually one of the things that kinda set me off.”

“What they were living together before? I thought Ashlee was like our age.”

“No, they… you see, they’re both going to ______ and they don’t have that rule that we have about freshman having to stay in dorms, so as soon as they realized they both got in there they talked our parents and Ashlee’s parents into letting them rent an apartment and living together instead.”

“Lucky bitches. I mean, no offense, but I’d love to have my own place. Sure, if I did we’d probably have never got to know each other or Connie and Becky or whatever, but you know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I get you. I was totally jealous about it for forever, but then I realized that it would’ve sucked to be all by myself… and that’s half of it right there…” as Naiya said that she started to feel a little depressed. This was why she didn’t like talking about it. It just made her feel so incredibly and impossibly dumb to realize how childish and irrational she had been in those last few months at home. Even being with Ashlee had just been a whim really, something she hadn’t thought out. Honestly, if she had known that she would have developed feelings for Ashlee so quickly she likely never would have even approached her.

But what hurt most about thinking like that was the fact that she really didn’t know if never being with Ashlee would have been better than what happened. The first couple months of their relationship had been the best thing that had ever happened to her. Sexually, emotionally and in just about every other imaginable way it was so perfect, but still she’d thrown it all away for reasons she still didn’t fully understand. An odd mixture of jealousy over things that hadn’t even happened, the fear of loss over what might happen when they were separated, fear of losing herself in the murkiness of her own confused and seemingly incomprehensible sexuality and her need to regain some control over the emotions and feelings that had been building in her ever since she’d had sex with Kelli seemingly just for kicks only to find herself wanting to feel more of what she’d felt that night.

It was still all just too overwhelming to even begin to think about and now here she was stoned and tired and trying her best to explain all these complicated and maddeningly irrational thoughts that had driven Naiya to destroy her relationship with Ashlee to both herself and Megan and feeling like she was failing completely. It only got worse when she got to the part where she was forced to recall what she’d given it all up for: One whole week of boring sex, bad conversation and overall dissatisfaction with Max that she ended herself much to his surprise and anger.

And in the end the only one true friend she had left was Kelli and by that time she just wasn’t enough and Naiya even ended up just using her as well. Not that Kelli had cared. She’d been more than happy to play the role of Naiya’s grudge fuck for her own selfish reasons. Naiya, however, felt so guilty about it that she couldn’t even talk to her anymore either, so she was left with nothing. Of course, there were other issues with Kelli as well, but, frankly she didn’t even care about that. It was nothing, as far as she was concerned, compared to her own sins. 

Naiya had also lost the respect and love of the girl she‘d always concerned the closest thing she‘d ever have to a real sister. Not that Macy had actually cut Naiya off or even really stopped loving her, but for obvious reasons that that love had changed and was no longer unconditional. Most of the few conversations they had had before they’d both left for school had been almost painfully polite with a few exceptions. Those exceptions had hardly been better as they were mainly Macy showering Naiya with pity because she more than anyone else actually understood what was going on in Naiya’s head, but that in no way meant she approved of the way Naiya had chosen to behave. Still, those few conversations where Macy had let her guard down and let Naiya know how she truly felt really had been the best thing for Naiya even though they still made her feel like the worst person who had ever  lived. 

All this, more or less minus some extra embarrassing, but thankfully unnecessary details here and there, were all coming out of Naiya’s mouth and going straight to Megan’s ears. Megan’s expression was unreadable, but she was definitely listening, taking in every word while urging Naiya on as she purged her soul of at least a portion of the pain she’d been keeping bottled up inside of her. Only when Naiya had apparently petered out after talking about her newly strained relationship with Macy did Megan say anything besides “yeah?” or  “mmhmm…” and when she did it was almost shocking in its simplicity.

“That’s it? Well that aint too bad.”

“What? Dude, were you not listening to me I…”

“Yeah, I heard you, but, girl, we’ve all fucked up in the past. I mean, hell, when I was in junior high there was this guy named Kyle who had a huge crush on me, but who I was totally not into but I went out with him anyway and then totally punched him when he tried to kiss me. Poor kid actually cried. I felt like shit for forever about that.”

“Yeah, but did you lose your best friend? Did your sister stop loving you? Did you…”

“Oh, shut up. Look, I’m just saying that we’ve all done stuff that was either mean or stupid or for reasons we never really understand, but you can’t just like dwell on it forever. I mean, you were a cunt, but as far as I can tell that’s hardly the norm. I mean we’ve been living in the same room together for weeks now and, seriously, girl, you’re like my best friend. Fuck, I like you better than I like my best friend back home. At least you don’t like the Jonas brothers. That’s far worse than anything you’ve done.”

Naiya couldn’t help but laugh at that last little bit and she easily returned Megan’s friendly smile as they continued to talk for the next hour with Megan returning to her natural role of dominating the conversation as she made many obvious attempts to make Naiya realize that while, yes, what she had done was messed up she was hardly the only person to have ever made a mistake or done something worthy of regret. She was right, of course. Naiya couldn’t help but admit that and by the time they’d smoked yet another joint and moved on to talking shit about one particular professor they both hated she actually felt better about herself then she had in what seemed like an eternity. Even when they both called it a night went to their separate beds to sleep Naiya still felt much more at ease with herself then she would have ever imagined possible.

This feeling actually lasted quite awhile. In fact, it never really went away. Oh, she still felt bad over what she had done, but she was no longer beating herself up about it or keeping it inside. She’d even decided that when she went home for Thanksgiving break she’d actually try to apologize to Ashlee. Sure, she had no delusions that would be easy or even necessarily mean all that much to Ashlee, but she wanted to at least make an attempt to mend their friendship. Whether she failed or succeeded she really didn’t care. She felt like it was something she simply had to do and somehow she knew she would if given the chance.

Eventually, however, Naiya began to realize she had other more immediate problems beginning to develop right under her nose. Problems that weren’t at all unforeseen, but problems nonetheless. Problems that made all the progress she’d made completely meaningless if she didn’t handle it all very, very carefully.

The problem was that she was beginning to get odd vibes from Megan ever since she more or less came out of the closet to her. Not negative vibes which would have been terrible, but eventually she couldn’t help but notice that there was a definite, though at first subtle, change in Megan’s behavior that was more than a little worrisome. Worrisome because Megan was definitely starting to remind her of herself when she was still very curious about what it was like to be with another girl.

Of course, to some this might have seemed like no problem at all. After all, it wasn’t as if Naiya’s initial burst of physical attraction upon catching her first glimpse of Megan was an anomaly. Hardly, in fact, after she got to know Megan better Naiya actually found herself even more attracted to her very pretty, smart and fun roommate, but until Naiya had told Megan of her experiences with other Kelli and Ashlee and the fact that she was fairly certain she might be gay or at least a very female oriented bisexual Naiya had kept that attraction under control based on the assumption that Megan was as straight as a girl could be.

That assumption of straightness, however, had started to look a little presumptuous fairly shortly after Naiya was out. Not just from the mention of the kisses that Megan had shared with her friend, either. Naiya wasn’t naïve. She’d known several girls back in high school that had made out with other girls and while some of them may have gone a little farther she was absolutely certain that a good number of them never did and never would. Even some of the girls who might have gone further probably didn’t find themselves suddenly realizing they were gay or bisexual. It was just something some girls did for various reasons from simple curiosity, a sense of experimentation and even, sadly, just to get some attention from the opposite sex.

No, that kiss had hardly meant anything to Naiya when Megan copped to it. What did mean something to her were the other things that started coming out of Megan’s unfiltered mouth as well as certain subtle changes in behavior that may have meant nothing, but which seemed to mean an awful lot. It took awhile for Naiya to start wondering though because, really, it built up slowly over time as if Megan was building up her courage or maybe just overcoming a small bit of shyness that had gone previously undetected by Naiya.

At first, it was just questions that spoke of a certain amount of curiosity. Nothing big at first. Really it all started out with some basic and really quite unobtrusive queries about whether or not Naiya liked this or that about some girl or whether she thought this girl or that girl was cute and some teasing about whether or not Naiya would or should go with just about any girl she said was cute. Again, nothing big and, honestly, nothing Naiya minded in the least even though she wasn’t quite sure she was ready to get back in the game quite yet. Still, it was fun to have someone to talk to about that kind of a thing. For once, it actually felt normal to be checking out other girls, assessing their physique and personality from a far.

That wasn’t it, however. No, there was also the fact that Megan definitely seemed to gradually get more and more comfortable being nude in Naiya’s presence. Not that she’d been exactly shy before, but Megan definitely seemed to spend a bit more time naked or, at least, in less clothes then Naiya had become accustomed to in the weeks after Naiya had come out. Honestly, at first it had been so subtle that Naiya hadn’t even noticed and by the time she realized that Megan had stopped sleeping in her jammies and had switched to panties and relatively tight t-shirts just when the weather was starting to get colder Naiya was inclined to pass it off as just her mind playing tricks on her. At least, she had been until she started noticing that Megan also seemed to have lost her ability to dress in the bathroom after her shower when Naiya was awake and in the room and she often took quite a bit of time to do it once she was in the room as well.

Not that Naiya even allowed herself to read into any of that very far at all. After all, she was deeply aware of the fact that she was attracted to Megan, so she was more than willing to just pass it all off as her own desires playing tricks on her brain. At least, until Megan started the touching. 

Again, though, even that was never really anything that crossed any definite lines. Just offers of and requests for foot rubs and back rubs as well as a bit more hugging than had previously been normal and the occasional toying with her hair. Again, nothing too beyond the pale, but enough to feed her imagination a bit during late night masturbation sessions times when Megan was at class and Naiya had their room all to her self. A couple of times, when she’d been desperately in need of some relief in the middle of the night she’d even dared to do it right there in the room when she thought Megan was safely asleep, but eventually that came to a stop after a couple of instances where she could’ve swore that she heard some noises from Megan’s bed that led Naiya to believe she may have much more awake than Naiya had thought and may even have been doing a bit more than just laying there. As usual though Naiya just pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind and allowed her doubts to make excuses for the soft sighs and subtle movements she may or may not have heard and sign in the darkness of their dorm room.

Again, there was more. More than just talking about what kind of woman was attracted to, the tempting nudity and the playful touches, more than just those little steps towards intimacy that may have just been Naiya misreading someone she was really still getting to know, more even then Naiya‘s suspicions that they have masturbated together without Naiya really knowing it. There was also another phase of seemingly endless questions, usually asked when they were both good and stoned, about some more specific aspects of Naiya’s sexuality. They were nothing like the earlier questions about whether she liked girl x‘s butt or if she thought girl y was fuckable. No these questions came a bit later then those seemingly innocent questions about attraction and at first they were always asked awkwardly and in a very un-Megan fashion. When Naiya at first seemed more than willing to answer them regardless of their somewhat personal nature this too changed and Megan quickly started to seem much more eager to learn while asking for ever greater details as she listened intently to every word whenever she could get Naiya to open up and spill all that she knew about having sex with girls.

Suddenly, however, everything kind of took a shift that was both unexpected and even a little weird. Well, not suddenly, really. At first, it really seemed like it was just going to be another innocent question and it was really. At least she thought it was and treated it as such. It wasn’t though. It was just the beginning of a very interesting night that would change their relationship forever.

“So,” Megan’s had begun and then paused and took a deep breath as she often did when she was about to start one of her interrogations.  “Like… what does it taste like?”

“What does what taste like?” Naiya asked her confusion evident and completely understandable since they’d been talking about Naiya’s American Lit paper only moments before. 

“Like… what does it taste like?” Megan repeated and pointed at her crotch as if she was afraid to say pussy or cunt or any other word one might use for a vagina. In fact, she even looked like she was a more than a little embarrassed which almost made Naiya laugh. She didn’t though. Somehow she managed to stop herself before responding by taking a deep breath and shifting a little to face her friend more directly as they sat on her bed before she asked a question of her own.

“Haven’t you ever tasted yours?” 

“Dude, what? Gross!”

“You serious? You’ve sucked like how many guys and you think tasting your own come is gross? It comes from you! Girl, that was like one of the first things I did when I first figured out that if I touched my pussy it felt good.”

“Really? I always just washed my hand.”

“Ah, so that’s why you’re always waking me up at night to go to the bathroom,” Naiya said and she was kidding. Well, she was half kidding because Megan actually did wake her up on occasion by doing just that. Naiya had no idea why that bugged her so much, but it did. You could play music, you could talk, you watch TV, flush the toilet or do any number of things and she’d never wake up, but if you opened the door even a crack she’d wake up from a dead sleep almost every time. It was weird, but she’d been doing it since she was a little kid and there was no fixing it now. In fact, it didn’t even really bother her. It just woke her up for a second and then once she had chance to look and see what was going on she’d simply roll over and go back to sleep. No big deal.

But, now, she was about to find out that it was kind of a big deal after all. Well, not really or at least not at first, but when Megan responded with “Well, yeah. I am human.” in a calm, but quiet voice she couldn’t help but look at her with wide eyes for a second before she could think of a response.

“You pervert!” Naiya was again kidding, but a little part of her was suddenly intrigued by the idea that she might not have been imagining things when she’d thought she’d heard her pretty, awesome and sexy roommate masturbating less than ten feet away from her while she slept those few times they‘d laid awake to do the same thing. She even found herself really wanting the conversation to continue.  Not just in the normal way, either. She was finding herself suddenly and deeply intrigued by this whole topic. Luckily, Megan seemed more than willing to capitulate to her desires.

“Whatever. Like you don’t do it, too. I’m not deaf, you know. By the way, that little whimper thing you do when you come is really cute.” Megan said with a wicked little smile as Naiya blushed briefly at the thought of Megan overhearing her despite the fact that she‘d suspected exactly what they were talking about for at least a week or two at that point. Of course, it wasn‘t the simply realization that her suspicions had been right that was making her blush. No, what she was thinking about as the blood rushed to her face was the comment about her whimpering as she came.

“I do not whimper!”

“Liar, you totally whimper. Don’t worry. It’s totally cute,” Megan said. That wasn’t all she said, however. No, she added something after that, something hard to make out and much quieter than the rest of it that sounded like “I know it get’s me off.”  It was almost an inaudible whisper, as if Megan had almost caught herself before she said it, but it slipped out anyway. 

For a moment Naiya just stared at Megan not quite sure if she’d heard what she thought she’d heard even as her body reacted in a way that she wasn‘t quite sure she was comfortable with as her nipples got just a little bit hard and she started to feel a little warm. If she had heard her roommate correctly, however, Megan wasn’t letting it show unless you counted the awkward way she said “What?” when she noticed Naiya was looking at her a bit too intensely. It wasn’t enough to make Naiya feel comfortable about pushing the issue; however and instead she just shook her head and responded to this slightly nervous question with “Nothing” even though she wanted to say so much more.

“Well, anyway,” Megan said and then cleared her throat nervously before she changed the subject back to her original question. “Seriously, what’s it taste like?”

“I don’t know,” Naiya came back as she shifted a little beginning to feel as if something might be going on between them and not being one hundred percent certain if she wanted something to be happening or not. Still, she didn’t try to change the subject. In fact, she was actively trying to keep the conversation going despite the nervousness she was beginning to feel all too acutely. “It’s really hard to say. I mean what does cum taste like? It tastes like cum. Same for pussy. Pussy tastes like pussy. I mean, it’s good and, honestly, a whole helluvalot better than getting a hot shot of gross ass warm ickiness in your mouth, but I don’t know how to describe it. Shit, I’ve only eaten two girls out and tasted myself. It’s not like I’m an expert or anything.”

“Well, does it all taste the same?” Megan asked, looking at Naiya with unquestionable interest even though she was obviously trying to appear coy about what was going on.

“Well, no, not really. I mean… well, no, but yeah… Well, shit… girl, I am so high right now…”

“Well, does it or doesn‘t it?”

“Well, no. Like Ashlee was really sweet and Kelli, well, she was sweet, too, but not the same way. She had like this… God, dude, this is hard to describe… she was like spicy.”

“Spicy? Like pepper?” Megan’s face was incredibly cute at that moment and Naiya just had to laugh. She just looked so confused, but absolutely intent on learning the whole truth about this odd little subject that it was both hilarious to Naiya and incredibly endearing. Of course, after Naiya laughed at her that look disappeared and was replaced by a mildly angry sneer as Megan grabbed a pillow and whacked Naiya over the head with it. “Shut up, jerk. You’re the one that said spicy.”

“I know, I know. Seriously though, it’s hard to describe. You just taste yourself next time you… you know.” Naiya said as she stopped laughing.

“What about you, though?” was Megan’s response.

“Maybe if you get me drunk,” Naiya responded quickly without thinking about how it might sound until she felt the pillow come down on her head again as a now seriously blushing Megan lashed out at her for teasing her. “Ouch! Jerk! What was that for?”

“Teasing me,” Megan said, looking more than a little sullen as she continued. “You know what I meant.”

“Who said I was teasing you?” Naiya came back, not exactly sure if she was teasing or not, but still letting the words escape. She was, however, completely aware of the fact that she was still very much aroused despite the fact that she knew she really shouldn’t be. Or did she know that? The more they played around and talked and kept sending off these weird vibes to each other the more uncertain Naiya was becoming, but she was definitely aroused as she herself grabbed a pillow and returned the favor by playfully striking at Megan and hitting on her back.

Suddenly, seemingly completely out of nowhere, they were having a good, old fashioned pillow fight. It was exhilaratingly childish, but somehow it just perfectly fit the mood. They struck each other with playful violence laughing loudly at their childish and spontaneous behavior. It was a bit weird how they‘d gone from almost having a tense moment to playfully and giddily battering each other with pillows like two thirteen year olds, but neither of them were thinking about it too much. Even as the pillow fight began to give way to a little bit of playful wrestling neither of them was really doing to much thinking until Naiya found herself pinned beneath Megan on Megan’s bed, breathlessly laughing until she noticed the strange way Megan was looking at her.

“What are you…” was all Naiya had time to say before Megan answered her unfinished question by kissing her with force and with passion. Naiya was stunned and for the briefest of moments she almost found herself driven to push Megan away as panic threatened to overtake her senses.  Luckily, it was only a fleeting thought that vanished as she felt her hands being released and the true and simple pleasure of Megan’s soft, warm lips pressing so gently against her own seemed to cut off any rational thought and instead of struggling to escape she found herself bringing her hands to Megan’s face as they both simultaneously parted their lips.

It was amazing to Naiya how natural it all felt, how perfect it was to be kissing Megan, to feel Megan’s tongue begin to venture out to tentatively touch and tangle with her own. Megan’s body pressed against Naiya as Megan just seemed to sink into Naiya. Megan’s hands slowly began to come to life copying Naiya by cupping her roommates face gently. 

The passion of that first almost frightening contact seemed to have vanished, but in its place there was now a soft sweetness that was just as good if not better in many important ways. It just seemed to fit the nervousness they both were secretly feeling and were fighting to keep bottled up. As their hands began to slowly find their way away from each other’s faces just to feel and touch that much more it seemed that they had succeeded in that front admirably.

Despite this and the fact that it had been Megan’s aggressiveness that had allowed this moment to even occur Naiya quickly began to realize that her inexperienced friend had already reached the limits of her aggressiveness. Luckily, Naiya was hardly averse to taking control of the situation even if a part of her was still unsure if what they were doing was right or wise. It was a part of Naiya that was thankfully far in the back of her mind as she slowly began to assert herself and roll her roommate on to her back.

If Megan was disappointed in anyway about her loss of control she didn’t let it show. In fact, as Naiya rolled her over Megan just sighed sweetly and even squeezed Naiya tighter as Naiya eased them both into a more comfortable position so their legs were no longer dangling of the edge of the bed barely breaking the kiss as she did so. As soon as they were settled again Megan wasted no time and began using her hands new found freedom of movement to more openly caress the silky skin of Naiya’s back, naturally and quickly finding their way underneath the thin material of Naiya’s t-shirt. 
Naiya couldn’t help but sigh under her roommate’s soft touch even as she did her best to return the favor even sliding her body off to the side just so she wasn’t fighting against her own weight. Soon they both just naturally found themselves on their sides kissing and fondling each other gently as the passion slowly began to return to their kiss. It was Naiya’s sudden and strong desire to feel the small, lovely mounds of flesh that were Megan’s breasts that helped that passion not only return to the levels of their first, clumsy contact, but also easily surpass it. Even when she was just gently kneading them through the thin clothe barrier of Megan’s shirt the reaction from Megan was instant as she both sighed and reached up behind Naiya’s head to pull her tightly to her as their tongues began to explore each other’s mouths more aggressively. 

When Naiya’s hands began to ease themselves under the front of Megan’s t-shirt to feel the softness, the fullness, the firmness of Megan’s breasts more intimately Megan’s reaction was just as instant and even more passionate as she almost squealed and somehow managed to pull Naiya even closer before suddenly changing her mind. Instead Megan decided to return the favor as her hands began to slide their way up the front of Naiya’s shirt. Then it was Naiya’s turn to sigh as her roommates gentle hands began to feel her up in earnest.

From there the pace quickly began to pick up as their kissing began to become braver and no longer focused solely on exploring each other’s mouths and lips. Ears were nibbled, necks were bitten and licked and even eyelids and their tips of their noses didn’t escape being kissed as both girls t-shirts began to bunch up under their arms until Naiya had enough. Not enough of their unplanned make-out session, enough of her damned t-shirt getting in the way, so she quickly and almost violently removed it and then, as Megan tried in vain to return to kissing her, she did the same for Megan. 

Suddenly, there they both were, lying on Megan’s bed, both of them almost naked except for their panties and, in Naiya’s case, socks. This seemed to shock them both. Why, neither had a clear idea, but for several seconds after Naiya had stripped them both of their shirts she and Megan just kind of stared at each other. For a moment Naiya thought that maybe Megan was having second thoughts. It was a frightening notion. Luckily, it quickly proved to be nothing more than that as Megan spoke for the first time since she had so unexpectedly kissed Naiya.

“Beautiful,” was all Megan said as she gazed up and down Naiya’s body and then bent her neck to place a kiss on the very top of Naiya’s breast. Naiya could only sigh in response as Megan placed a few more light, loving kisses on each breast and the valley between them, but this was cut off by Megan’s lips once again finding their way to Naiya’s and once again they were kissing and pressing their bodies together. This time, however, the kiss didn’t last and once again Naiya was pushing her friend onto her back. 

Megan didn’t complain one little bit at Naiya’s assertiveness. She couldn’t have even if she wanted to because Naiya’s mouth found its way to hers almost as soon as Megan was on her back. She also wouldn’t have even when the kiss proved brief. Well, the kiss on Megan’s lips, anyway, as Naiya was still kissing her lovely roommate. The kisses were just no longer centered on her lips or anywhere else on Megan’s beautiful face. No, the kisses were clearly heading in a downward direction.

For Megan everything seemed to be going at an almost excruciatingly slow pace. Naiya, on the other hand, felt like she was actually rushing through everything, but she just couldn’t help herself. Not only could she sense Megan’s mild impatience (and it was definitely mild at best), but she also realized that this moment could be incredibly fragile. At least, she feared that it could be. 

If only Naiya could have read Megan’s mind at that moment as she kissed her way to Megan’s beautiful breasts she would have known that while there was definitely more than a little fear inside of Megan that fear was more than balanced by her desire and curiosity. When Naiya placed a little butterfly kiss upon one of  Megan’s nipples before Naiya took it between her lips to suck it gently and caress it with her tongue that balance was destroyed as the fear just seemed to evaporate instantly.

“Oh shit,” Megan whispered softly as Naiya began to nibble gently on the turgid, little nipple before her. She whispered it again, but a bit more forcefully seconds later when Naiya’s attentions shifted to her other tender bud.  In fact, she repeated it a few times with small variations as Naiya kissed, licked and nibbled her way back and forth between the two nipples making sure to kiss whatever soft patch of skin her mouth came across as she moved between them. It wasn’t until Megan felt one of Naiya’s hands on her hip slowly gliding it’s away across the top of her panties, easing its way between the thin fabric and Megan’s soft skin that the litany changed to a soft, sharp sigh of anticipation. When that hand slid down to cup Megan’s pussy for a moment before Naiya’s index began to slowly slide its way between Megan’s labia that sigh became a whimper.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” Naiya whispered as she stopped suckling on Megan’s breasts so she could kiss Megan’s sweet lips once again. This she did as her fingers continued to tease Megan’s pussy while Megan continued to whimper softly. Then the whimpering once again changed into a sharp sigh as the teasing went to the next step and that finger entered Megan and the sigh was released into Naiya’s mouth. Then the sigh became a whimper again, but this time a whimper of protest as Naiya removed first her finger from Megan’s slit and then her hand from Megan’s panties.

“Shhh,” Naiya said as she brought her hand up to her lips and licked off some of Megan’s juices. “Mmm, you’re yummy.” Megan sighed involuntary and tried to kiss Naiya, but instead found herself bring offered Naiya’s wet finger. Megan understood instantly and barely hesitated before taking the finger into her mouth. An oddly surprised look instantly came on her face that made Naiya smile before she said “See? Told you. Pussy tastes good.” 

If Megan had any response to this it was lost in the kiss she planted on Naiya’s lips as soon as Naiya’s fingers were out of the way, heading back down to Megan’s pussy. This time those fingers found their way under the thin fabric with ease. The index finger once again teased its way past Megan’s lips before slipping inside to explore Megan as Megan sighed. She then sighed again when that finger was joined by another. Then the sigh became a groan as those fingers began to search out and find with ease places inside of Megan that Megan had had no idea even existed while Naiya’s palm applied pressure to Megan’s clit.

“That’s so… Fuck, Naiya,” Megan whispered harshly as the kiss momentarily broke. Naiya just smiled and kissed her friend again. It was a good decision on her part as seconds later Megan’s hips began to buck involuntarily against Naiya’s digital explorations and her sighs became louder and more wanton. Even with Naiya’s mouth covering Megan’s Naiya was acutely aware of the fact that anyone walking by their door wouldn’t have had a hard time figuring out what was going on. Oddly, she didn’t care all that much at the moment. Still she made sure to maintain the kiss as she felt Megan’s pussy begin clench at her probing fingers.

Of course, maintaining the kiss as Megan came was hardly a difficult task as one of Megan’s hand quickly found its way to Naiya’s head to hold her to her mouth as if she feared Naiya might stop kissing her. At the same time Megan’s other hand found its way to Naiya’s hand down at her pussy to similarly hold it in place as her body was overcome with pleasure. Naiya couldn’t help but laugh a little at this even as continued to try and kiss her beautiful friend passionately until her pleasure had passed.

This took awhile as Naiya mercilessly continued to finger Megan’s pussy until she felt her come once more mere moments after the first. This time Megan almost screamed into Naiya’s open mouth and her body seemed to actually shake with pleasure as she coated Naiya’s fingers with her cum. Still, Naiya kept on going until Megan managed to catch her breath enough to find the strength to pull Naiya’s hand out of her panties. 

“Oh, God, stop…” Megan panted after breaking the kiss once more. “It feels so good it hurts.”

“That’s a good thing,” Naiya said, smiling broadly as she did so.

“Fuck yeah it is,” Megan said smiling back before she started laughing until she noticed that Naiya was looking at her bemusedly. “Sorry, it’s just… Oh my god, I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life. Holy fuck and that was just fingers. Oh… where have you been all my life?”

“Thank you,” Naiya said softly as she brought her hand between them again to show Megan the cream that was still on her fingers and then, as Megan stared in amazement, she licked some off before saying “And thanks again.” She then offered the fingers to Megan who gladly and greedily cleaned of the rest. This was followed by another long kiss.

“You’re right. I do taste good,” Megan said with a smile after the kiss had ended.

“Yes, you do,” said Naiya simply before kissing Megan softly again until an idea struck her and she began to speak again. “You know… I think I might have to get a… more direct sample though… You know, just for verification purposes.”  As she said this Naiya’s kisses were slowly beginning to once again make their slowly down Megan’s face, neck and chest.

“Yeah?” was all Megan could think of in response as she quickly began to realize what Naiya was planning. The oddly scared look on her face made Naiya smile as she responded by just repeating Megan’s one word question as she sat up quickly and removed Megan’s panties before lying back down on her lover’s soft body. Naiya then returned to her task kissing her way between Megan’s breasts. The scared looked disappeared rapidly when Naiya once again took first one nipple between her lips and then, after paying it plenty of affectionate attention, the other.

By the time Naiya was kissing her way down Megan’s soft, smooth belly whatever fear that might have welled up to the surface had dissipated once again. The look in Megan’s eyes could have only been described as dreamy as she sighed softly with anticipation at every little kiss or bite. Her hands had quickly found their way to Naiya’s dark mane of hair which she was stroking gently, trying to keep the hair out of Naiya’s face. Initially Naiya thought this might be some silliness Megan had picked up from watching porn, but she quickly realized there was something more to it as Megan just seemed to be unwilling to take her eyes away from Naiya’s.

This little staring contest actually proved to be quite arousing for Naiya as she approached her goal. Watching Megan’s eyes Naiya found she could easily read how much Megan enjoyed each little contact of mouth with flesh whether it be a bite, a lick or a kiss. She could also almost see the anticipation building in Megan’s mind and body as Naiya drew ever closer to Megan’s wet and open pussy. Only when Naiya finally placed one soft, very gentle almost feather light kiss just above Megan’s mound did that eye contact finally end as Megan’s head fell back against the pillow and one of her hands sought out one of Naiya’s as Naiya began to kiss her away around Megan’s cunt.

It was weird in a way, but as Megan continued to stare off into the ceiling of their small dorm room while Naiya kissed her inner thighs Naiya actually found herself wishing she would look at her again. Her wish was granted eventually, but only when Naiya started adding words to her teasing almost on a whim after Megan jumped a little after Naiya took a tiny, little nip of her creamy, tanned thigh. The weak whimper that escaped from Megan was just too much to leave unanswered.

“You like that, baby?” Naiya whispered, feeling a little weird about calling Megan baby, but not letting it bother her too much after Megan propped her head again to look at her and nod simply in response. “Does this feel good?” Naiya asked as she did it again, just trying to keep those beautiful eyes locked on hers just a little bit longer.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” was all Megan could say in response as Naiya bit her again on her other thigh. Sadly, as she said this she also let her head drop once more against the mattress. 

“Look at me,” Naiya said quickly and, to her surprise, Megan’s head shot right up in response. “I want you to watch me, baby. I want you to watch me eat you.”

With that Naiya brought her full attention to Megan’s pussy and the results were amazing. Usually, Naiya, in her limited experience, had always tried to maintain some semblance of control, had always tried to prolong the exploration phase before diving right in. Now, however, with Megan struggling to stay in constant eye contact almost solely by grabbing onto the back of Naiya’s head seemingly unwilling to release Naiya’s hand, Naiya couldn’t help but feel driven to make her roommate come and come fast. Her tongue instantly sought out Megan’s clit, the fingers on her free hand found their way quickly back inside of Megan’s warm, moist depths and soon Megan was bucking almost uncontrollably in response.

It was amazing. The wantonness and the power that Naiya felt as she simply devoured Megan’s pussy, fucking her roommate with her fingers, almost attacking her poor clit with her tongue as they gazed deeply into each other’s eyes was beyond words. She didn’t even care that Megan was almost pulling her hair out by the roots trying to hold herself up or that Megan’s grip on her hand was quickly getting almost painful. She also didn’t care that Megan’s moans were quickly getting loud enough that just about anyone on their floor was bound to know what was going on. All that mattered to her was making Megan come.

This goal was apparently easily achieved as after only a handful of minutes Megan’s moans started to give way to a slightly more softly spoken and definitely much sexier recitation of Naiya’s name combined with the words “I’m gonna” until there were no more words, no more noises at all for a moment as Megan collapsed taking a long, deep breath and held it before releasing it all in a long, quaking groan as her whole body just seemed to overtaken by a small tremor as the orgasm coursed it’s way through her body. Megan’s pussy even squirted a little juice onto Naiya’s chin and her pussy was clenching hard. 

When the tremors and groans gave way to exhausted panting and Megan once again made it clear that Naiya had to stop immediately because she was now definitely far too sensitive to come again Naiya was reluctant at first, but she gave in quickly enough.  This time when Naiya crawled up to kiss Megan Naiya didn’t even have to ask if Megan wanted a taste of her own juices. Megan just licked it right off of her chin and then pulled Naiya’s hand to her mouth to once again greedily suck them dry as well. Naiya could only chuckle lightly in response while teasingly calling Megan a narcissist before her roommate pulled her into another loving and appreciative kiss that quickly turned passionate as Megan rolled Naiya onto her back.

Naiya had no intentions of asking for any reciprocation. Hell, she hadn’t even intended or expected any of what had just transpired to even happen. Still, when Megan made clear her intentions of returning the favor by sitting up and removing Naiya’s panties Naiya didn’t even think of stopping her. Nor did she consider it when Megan’s kisses reached Naiya’s breasts as her hand began to softly caress Naiya’s inner thighs. In fact, even as those fingers began to home in on Naiya’s center to gently, if somewhat clumsily, explore her wet and swollen folds, even as Megan looked her in the eye with a nervous gaze that spoke simultaneously of desire and vainly hidden need for reassurance the only thing Naiya could even think to say was “I trust you.”

This turned out to be an excellent choice of words. Not only because it was the truth, but also because it brought an instant response that was both sweetly endearing and incredibly satisfying as Megan slowly began to ease her index finger between Naiya’s labia and into her depths.  Megan then eagerly moved back in for a shared kiss that was both gentle and absolutely perfect. Sure, the kiss meant that Naiya’s nipples, which were hard enough to cut glass at that point, would at least momentarily go without, but as Megan’s finger delved deeper and deeper and then curled that kiss was only thing that prevented Naiya from letting out a yelp that would have waked the whole dorm. If it hadn’t have been for the kiss Naiya may have been tempted to spout the porn cliché “I thought you said you’d never done this before.” Well, she might have if she’d been capable of rational thought as Megan bravely made to add her ring finger to the mix almost as soon as Naiya had regained her senses.

Naiya was absolutely stunned by the feelings Megan’s finger were bringing about after a less than two minutes of pleasure. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn’t had sex with a girl (unless she counted herself, and she didn‘t)  in at least a month at that point that made it all feel so damned good, but she doubted that. It was also possible that making Megan come had been much more arousing for her then she had realized. Not that she was at all unaware of the fact that it had been deeply arousing as it had been in the past when she‘d made Kelli and Ashlee come, but it didn’t matter. Nor did it matter if it was just because Megan was a fast learner and intuitive lover. Whatever it was she had very little time to think about it once Megan’s thumb found her clit just as she broke the kiss and once again took a nipple into her mouth and suddenly realized that she was only seconds away from an amazing orgasm. 

“Fuck yeah!” were the last words out of Naiya’s mouth before she shoved her hand over her mouth to muzzle herself. When that didn’t work she buried her face in her elbow. That seemed to do the trick quite well until Megan’s magical fingers finally hit that one, special spot just one time too many as her teeth gently sank into Naiya’s nipple to give it a tender tug.

Suddenly, Naiya’s vocal expressions of pleasure were no longer held in check by her arm. Her heartfelt moans and groans of orgasmic joy seemed to echo off the walls as she felt every nerve ending in her body come alight all at once. She saw stars flashing on and off behind her tightly closed eyelids as her body undulated and her breathing became ragged. It was perfect and it was great and seemed to go on and on until she came back down to earth and suddenly realized there were no longer any lips on her nipples or any fingers in her pussy. Instead those lips were now kissing their way down her stomach and those hands were spreading her legs apart gently as Megan crouched next to her.

“What are you…” was all Naiya managed to get out before those soft lips and that long, agile tongue arrived at her crease. Her head dropped to the mattress instantly, one of her hands quickly found its way to Megan hair while her other hand just mindlessly grabbed Megan‘s foot. Again, Megan‘s effort were hardly expert, but there was a definite enthusiasm about the way her tongue eagerly explored Naiya’s pussy with no apparent intent beyond licking and tasting every square centimeter of Naiya‘s cunt. At least that’s how it seemed until Megan‘s tongue found Naiya‘s clit and stayed there as Naiya groaned and thrust her hips in response.

“Fuckin’ Christ, Meg…” Naiya said, but found herself cut off by a sharp squeal thanks to the re-entry of Megan’s finger into the fray. Again Naiya’s hips bucked of their own volition and her hand momentarily forced Megan’s head into her crotch before she realized what she was doing. After that she tried her best to be nice, but it was hard as Megan’s tongue and fingers were swiftly driving her towards another orgasm.

“God, you’re fucking yummy,” Megan said once between licks, but by that point Naiya was beyond answering her. Instead she just moaned a little louder and gently guided Megan back to her task. Megan laughed a little at this, but she did not argue with the unspoken command as she quickly returned her tongue to work. Naiya just sighed as her free hand began to find its way up Megan’s leg until her fingers found themselves in Megan’s crease.

Now it was Megan’s turn to jump a little as Naiya’s fingers began to toy with her clit, but she didn’t let it distract her from her task. She did, however, shift her body just a little bit to make it easier for Naiya to toy with her as she continued to lick and finger Naiya closer and closer to yet another climax. She even let Naiya guide her until her pussy was over Naiya’s mouth and Naiya was pulling her hips downward, but even when Naiya’s tongue met her clit Megan didn’t even think of stopping no matter how close she may have felt to yet another orgasm after only a little more than a minute of Naiya’s skillful tonguing. She just had to make Naiya come first.

Megan needn’t have worried, because even as Naiya’s hands found their way to Megan’s butt cheeks to knead those small, soft globes of flesh and pull her even farther down Megan suddenly felt Naiya’s body shake underneath her as she groaned into Megan’s pussy. The vibrations from this were almost enough to put Megan over the edge, but instead she concentrated on lapping up the sticky dew of Naiya’s essence and continuing to finger Naiya’s beautiful pussy. Still, as Naiya somehow managed to keep her mouth on Megan throughout her orgasm, licking and sucking even as she panted and groaned. Megan soon found herself unable to control her own need to come for more than a few seconds before she too was sighing into Naiya’s pussy as she reached the point of release.

It was glorious and even though they both tried to keep everything going for a few minutes after they had shared that last orgasm they both quickly realized they were simply spent. Instead, Naiya just urged Megan to turn her body so they kiss once more, softly and lovingly as they cuddled on Megan’s bed. For a long time that was all they did, but soon the afterglow began to fade just enough to allow Megan to speak.

“That was so fucking awesome. My god, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that. Fuck it was so much better than I thought it would be. I mean, I totally thought it would great, but, girl, I feel so good I’m like almost buzzing. I’ve never come that much in my life. You’re like a goddess or something. We got to do that like every night now. Seriously. I think you just ruined me for guys for like forever. I mean, shit, I’m not trying to sound all clingy, but… I don’t sound clingy do I? I’m not trying to sound…”

Naiya was smiling when she cut off Megan off with a kiss. She was still smiling when she did it again once Megan threatened to start up again. She finally had to stop once she realized that Megan was now an automatic and that if she didn’t say anything the poor girl was going to explode.

“Don’t worry about it. You don’t sound clingy. Well, maybe a little, but I don’t care. I’m not in the mood to get serious right now, but don’t worry. I’d be more than happy to do this again and again.” Naiya then kissed Megan again and this time Megan kissed her back without reservation until several moments later when she broke it to ask Naiya if she had any idea what time it was. At first Naiya wondered why she even cared or couldn’t check herself until she realized that her alarm clock was no longer on the night stand thanks to wrestling match earlier, so she checked her watch and learned that it was just after a quarter past one.

“Shit, I really need to go to bed. I have to be halfway across campus by nine thirty.”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot. You want me to turn off the light so you can sleep?” Naiya in a slightly defeated tone. The thought of actually having to get up and turn off the light before going to her own bed just wasn’t that appealing at the moment. She was actually kind of enjoying just making out and cuddling with Megan. 

“Please?” Megan replied in a cute, little voice that she often used when she was tired. Naiya couldn’t have resisted that even if she wanted to, so she did as she was asked and received first a thank you for her efforts and then a question she didn’t expect just as she was throwing back the covers to her own bed. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean? You said you wanted to go to bed, so I’m letting you go to bed. Duh.” 

“Yeah, well, I know, but I was kinda hoping you’d… you know…”

“What?”

“I was kinda hoping you’d come back here…”

Naiya had a hard time pretending that this wasn’t exactly what she had wanted to hear. Not just because she had already been busy reminding herself how silly it was to expect or even want that. No, there was also a small desire to play it just a little bit coy even as she crossed the room smiling broadly. Luckily, it was dark, so Megan had no idea. Not that she cared as she politely asked Naiya to set her alarm for her and put it back on the nightstand before she threw open her blankets in the dark and allowed Naiya to join her in bed where they quickly cuddled up and fell asleep in each other’s embrace in no time at all.

Honestly, Naiya hadn’t slept as well as she did that night since her time with Ashlee. In fact, she slept so well that she didn’t even hear Megan’s alarm go off only waking when she felt Megan roll away from her and slide off the end of the bed. When Megan noticed that she was awake she apologized for waking her up and gave her a kiss like it was the most natural thing in the world. Of course, in a way it was, but for a second it felt a little weird.

Of course, that feeling passed almost as soon as it entered Naiya’s mind and she felt Megan’s lips touching her own. She even found herself trying to hold Megan to her just a little bit too long causing Megan to laugh playfully as she chided her and reminded her that she had to hurry up and take a shower or she’d be late for class. Reluctantly Naiya let her go and laid back down while silently damning her parents and the college for not getting her a dorm room with a private shower. 

By the time Megan was out of the shower Naiya was already halfway back to sleep. In fact, she barely even stirred when Megan once again leaned down to give her a kiss and tell she’d see her later. Naiya could only think to say “You’d better” in response while Megan just chuckled lightly at her and told her to shut up and go back to sleep, so she did and she slept like a baby until three hours later when Megan came back to the room and once again woke her with a kiss before she sat down on the bed and looked at her with an odd, little smile on her face. 

“What?” Naiya said after her rubbing her eyes and returning the smile.

“Nothing,” Megan lied and then bent to kiss Naiya again.

“That’s nice, but seriously what’s with the smile,” Naiya continued after the quick, little kiss ended and Megan sat back up.

“Nothing, you just… you just looked really cute for a second there laying all naked in my bed with your hair all fucked up,” As Megan said that she reached down and roughed up Naiya’s hair a little bit before Naiya pulled her back into another kiss which Megan broke several long seconds later by saying “You’d better stop or your breakfast will get cold.”

“Why is that?”

“Because if you keep kissing me it’s just going to lead more of what happened last night and I don’t have class again until Monday, so…” Megan responded teasingly.

“If I keep kissing you you’re going to fuck me all weekend?” Naiya said enjoying the little game they were playing. 

“Mmhmm,” Megan replied, predictably.

“You know, I’m failing to see the downside to this.”

“Well, the downside is we’d probably starve to death, so why don’t we eat this deliciously nutritious fast food I bought with the money my Mom sent me, then smoke a bowl and then we can fuck? Sound like a plan?”

“Fine,” Naiya replied with a forced sigh before stealing one more kiss from her roommate, friend and lover. She then sat up and threw on the t-shirt and panties she’d discarded the night before so she wasn’t the only naked person in the room before then they ate. While they ate they talked and while they talked it suddenly struck Naiya how odd it was that their relationship had changed so completely over night and yet, in a lot of ways it had barely changed at all. Sure, there was a lot more openly flirtatious behavior between them as they ate and then smoked, but still it was like there was just something a little extra to their friendship. Honestly, it reminded her a lot of the way she felt when she first realized that seducing Ashlee had changed something in their friendship, but this time it was different. This time this feeling, this realization wasn’t tainted by any fear of what this change meant. This time she realized she was perfectly okay with the change. In fact, she actually welcomed it and, if she wasn’t mistaken, so did Megan.

Of course, the more they relaxed together as they shared the bowl while sitting back against the wall on Megan’s bed listening to some music the less she thought about her feelings and instead she just let herself feel them. Sadly, this was something else that was different from her relationship with Ashlee, but as Megan’s finger began to tickle her knee teasingly she was too busy laughing and threatening retaliation to contemplate her past mistakes. In fact, she wasn’t really thinking about her past at all when she finally made true on her threats and once again they were wrestling on Megan’s bed. This time, however, it wasn’t long before Megan simply gave in and suddenly they were kissing.

Amazingly, from that first kiss it was already even better than the night before. Better because from the first moment their lips touched there was just something different about it, something deeper, something softer. There was a slowness, a calmness to this kiss that wasn’t there the night before.  A slowness that was not born of fear or timidity, but an overwhelming sense of comfort that was obviously shared between them.

Where this comfort came from was beyond Naiya, but she didn’t really care. All that mattered was that it was there and as they both sat up and looked each other in the eyes and smiled as they crossed legs and pulled each other close again there was also something else there, too, but Naiya didn’t even try to put a name to it. Instead she just held Megan close as they kissed each other with a softness that made Naiya’s heart just swell as their hands began to gently caress and explore each other’s bodies.

Again, nothing about the kiss was rushed. For a long time they were just kissing, just pressing lips together occasionally sliding out a tongue to softly explore, occasionally gently sucking on the tongue that was offered and every once in awhile a gentle bite of the lips and not much more. Sure, their hands were definitely busy pushing past each other’s waistlines to touch and explore and bunching up their t-shirts to caress each other’s soft smooth backs, but there was almost no aggressive action, no pushing for more from either of them for what seemed like an eternity.

Even when Megan’s kisses began to meander away from Naiya’s lips it was done slowly and patiently. It took her easily a full minute to even kiss her way to Naiya’s ear while Naiya just let her go enjoying the sensation of Megan’s lips kissing her gently. It wasn’t until Megan’s kisses reached Naiya’s neck to kiss and nibble the sensitive skin there that Naiya made the first truly aggressive move of the afternoon by reaching up the back of Megan’s shirt and unhooking the clasp of her bra. 

“Naughty, naughty,” Megan said between kisses, but that was it. She just kept right on kissing Naiya’s neck even when Naiya’s hands eased their way between them and slip up under the loosely hanging cups to caress Megan’s breasts and to play with her already hard nipples. Only when Naiya playfully pinched those turgid little bumps of flesh did Megan really react, but even then she just sighed and returned the kiss to Naiya’s lips until Naiya stopped and made to remove her roommate’s shirt.

Megan, of course, acquiesced to this request gladly. She even let Naiya do all the work of removing her shirt and bra before returning the favor by removing Naiya’s t-shirt. After that, she was a bit less cooperative with Naiya who had only wanted freer access to Megan’s breasts. Of course, Naiya couldn’t think of a reason to complain because Megan’s idea of being difficult was to push Naiya back until she was leaning against the wall before craning her neck downward to take a nipple between her lips. 

“Now who’s naughty?” was all Naiya could think to say between sighs as her hands stroked Megan’s hair while Megan made love to her breasts. Apparently it was good enough because Megan chuckled before telling her to hush and kept on kissing her way back and forth between Naiya’s small, lovely mounds. Every little kiss was so tender and sensuous that several times Naiya actually shivered even though Megan wasn’t even close to a nipple.

“That feels so good,” Naiya said more than once in a light whisper as Megan kept kissing her breasts. Every time Megan would just smile and keep right on kissing her. Naiya didn’t mind one little bit. She was happy to just sit back and enjoy the pleasure and keep on muttering to Megan as her caresses began to slide down Megan’s back.

Naiya had no conception of time, but she knew that it was several minutes of this sensuous foreplay before she started realizing that Megan’s kisses were slowly heading downward. It just felt so good to feel Megan’s lips softly kissing their way across her ribs and then down her belly. Still, she was almost disappointed when Megan began to move and their closeness was broken up for a second before she was back to kissing the top of Naiya’s belly until she started to run out of room on the bed and then got up and told Naiya to put her legs over the edge of the bed.

Naiya did as she was asked, but not without a token protest that Megan laughed off as she got down on her knees between Naiya’s legs and returned to kissing Naiya’s belly. Naiya’s hands once again found their way to Megan’s head to softly pet her hair as she kissed, nibbled and licked her way slowly down the flat expanse of Naiya’s belly. 

Again, Naiya couldn’t help but shiver every once in awhile when Megan’s lips hit a particularly sensitive spot or when she dragged her hair across Naiya’s belly teasingly.  Naiya occasionally still ventured to tease back with her words, but Megan, apparently intent on continuing at her own pace never did anything more than smile teasingly or laugh lightly in response as she took her time. She even seemed to slow down a bit whenever Naiya got too lippy, but eventually Naiya learned her lesson. By the time Megan was teasingly dipping her tongue into Naiya’s navel Naiya was already biting her lip half in anticipation and half to hold back her tongue. It was a successful strategy until Megan broke the silence herself.

“Mmm, I can smell you,” was what Megan whispered as she kissed her way to just above Naiya’s shaved pussy still covered by her panties.

“Yeah?” was all Naiya could think of in way of response as she craned her neck to look Megan in the eyes as her roommate smiled up at her.

“Mmhmm,” Megan said and nodded before placing an incredibly soft kiss on Naiya’s panties just above where Naiya’s clit resided before obviously inhaling Naiya’s scent before adding “Mmm.”

All Naiya could do was shiver and groan in response. Sure, it was a bit cheesy, a bit porny, but, god damn it, it was just too cute and with the soft, loving lick that Megan applied to Naiya’s panties along Naiya’s crease immediately after she was done speaking she just couldn’t help herself. She didn’t want to either as Megan continued to lick, kiss and tease her through her panties and occasionally veering off to kiss and bite Naiya’s inner thighs before she finally pulled Naiya’s panties to the side and kissed Naiya’s pussy before she finally began to get a little more serious.

“Holy fuck,” Naiya said as Megan’s tongue began to toy with her crease, slipping between her labia, sliding up and down her slit, occasionally applying just the right amount of pressure to her clit for the briefest of moments as Megan teased her some more, but in a much more satisfying manner. Hell, it barely even qualified as teasing. She just wasn’t at the point where she was ready to concentrate on making Naiya come. Instead, she was still testing the waters and taking her time enjoying the reactions of Naiya as she tried and failed to get her to commit.

“You’re such a bitch,” Naiya managed to spit out as Megan finished teasing her clit for what seemed like the hundredth time before turning away again and kissing Naiya’s silky smooth inner thigh and then slapping away Naiya’s hand away when she tried to touch herself.

“You just need to be patient, you crybaby. Let me explore.” Megan replied, smiling impishly. “Besides, you know this is fun and it’s just so much fun making you squirm.”

“You know what’s more fun? Making me come.” Naiya was actually surprised she was able to get that all out. Megan had been busy nibbling on her other thigh as she started speaking and it felt great.

“Hmm, maybe, but what’s in it for me?” Megan was still smiling even as she finished asking the question and then made sure Naiya would have a hard time responding by spreading her open and giving her a nice long lick that ended right on her clit. She then blew a stream a cold air on the sensitive little nubbin of flesh causing Naiya to squirm before she veered off again to kiss Naiya just above her mound.

“Oh my God! You are so mean!” Naiya said laughing a bit as she recovered from the shiver all that teasing had caused to race through her body.

“You still haven’t answered my question…” Megan said, still smiling and once again she did her best to make it hard (if not impossible) for Naiya to answer by biting her inner thigh ever so gently and then blowing on her aroused pussy once again.

“That is so wrong… I can’t even remember your question, you evil bitch.”

“Ah, poor baby.” Megan said and pouted ironically before adding “Am I being mean?” Again, she didn’t let Naiya answer, but this time she decided not to simply tease her. Instead, she started to lick and tongue the soft pink flesh that was still exposed to her and didn’t stop as Naiya started to squirm on the bed. Nor did she stop when Naiya’s hips began to grind gently against her face. No, she just kept right on exploring and tasting Naiya’s soft, pink folds only teasing her roommate and lover by occasionally flicking her tongue across her throbbing clit while denying Naiya the prolonged stimulation she so obviously desired.

At least, Megan didn’t do that right a way. No, she held off and instead took the time to enjoy and savor the taste of Naiya’s sweetness, the smell of her warm, wet folds, the sight of that beautiful pink flower nestled between its dark brown petals in between those soft, light brown thighs for as long as Naiya would allow her to do so. This proved to be quite awhile as Naiya just reveled in the end of teasing letting one hand gently caress and guide Megan’s head while the other was busy caressing her own breasts in a slow, luxurious manner.

“God, you really do taste good,” Megan whispered once and Naiya responded by simply sighing and guiding Megan’s head back to her pussy. Megan didn’t mind one little bit. In fact, she actually found it more than a little pleasing to know she was giving Naiya that much pleasure and it just made her want to give her even more. Which is exactly what she did as she finally, but still slowly, began to bring her oral attentions to a focus on Naiya’s hooded clit.

Naiya’s reaction was instantaneous. The sigh she was in the middle of releasing was cut off as a shock went through her entire body. When Megan’s finger made it’s presence known before the shock of pleasure had fully wore off Naiya couldn’t help but release that breath in a quick, high pitched squeak that almost killed the moment completely when Megan had to stifle a laugh. Stifle it she did, however, as she continued to ease her finger deep inside of Naiya’s cunt before slowly inserting another while Naiya just sighed contentedly and occasionally moaned as Megan began to slowly move her fingers in and out of Naiya’s tight pussy.

It wasn’t until Megan started to curl her fingers a bit like Naiya herself had done the night before that Naiya found herself having to bite her pillow in order to keep their neighbors from overhearing. Somehow she even managed to reach her stereo on the table at the end of her bed to turn up the volume just a little bit more in the hopes that it would cover the ecstatic cries she felt building within her as Megan pushed her ever closer to the edge. 

Not that she had any idea that any of that actually worked, because the closer she came to coming the less she cared if anyone could hear her. She also had other things to worry about: like the fact that her legs were starting to shake as her butt kept sliding off the edge of the bed.  Luckily, that was solved quite easily when Megan urged Naiya to throw her legs over Megan’s shoulders. Sadly, this caused a momentary interruption of Megan‘s task as well as making it harder for Megan to finger her, but Megan more than made up for it by somehow seemingly putting just a little bit more into her oral efforts. Naiya had no idea how it was done, but it was and suddenly she felt the rush beginning to build inside her as Megan’s tongue traced odd little patterns across her clit at a break neck speed.

When Naiya came she had no idea if she was screaming or not, no idea if she was even breathing. For a second she had no clue whether she was alive or dead. All she knew was that suddenly her head was full of stars and that her ears were full of buzzing and her muscles had gone slightly mad as they clenched and released wildly. How someone as inexperienced as Megan had managed to do this to her wasn’t even on her mind at the time, but when she finally came down she couldn’t help but be amazed. Coming down took awhile however and by the time she could even think clearly enough to have that thought Megan was already pushing her to another mind blowing, body shaking orgasm that left her limp and sweating and delirious to the point that she didn’t even know how ended up sitting on the floor of their dorm room passionately devouring Megan’s sweet mouth and licking her own cum from her lover’s face when it finally passed.

Still, Naiya was hardly sated. No, even after all the pleasure she had just received, even though it left her feeling weak as a kitten, she just couldn’t bring herself to be satisfied with just that. No, she wanted more and she wanted to give back at least a portion of what she’d just received. No, wanted was the wrong word: Naiya needed to make Megan come and she needed it more than anything in the world at that moment and it was with that thought in mind that she began to ease her friend onto her back on the floor.

Naiya tried to be as patient and methodical as Megan had been, but she quickly found it impossible. She was simply too driven by her passion to control herself enough for that. Luckily, Megan clearly didn’t mind. If she did it was hard to tell through all the soft sighs and sweet little moans she was breathing into Naiya’s mouth as Naiya kissed her deeply. In fact, she almost seemed to revel in the slightly more animalistic nature of Naiya’s lovemaking, gladly opening her legs for Naiya’s hand when it sought out her already dripping wet pussy not long after Naiya had pushed her to the floor. 

When Naiya quickly added a second finger Megan’s moans and sighs quickly lost their softness. After Naiya’s thumb joined into add direct stimulation to Megan’s clit Naiya was almost afraid to stop kissing her because Megan was already beginning to get quite loud. Still, there were nipples and soft skin to kiss, lick, nibble and bite such a temptingly short distance away. It was quite the dilemma, but she quickly realized she still didn’t care who knew that they were fucking and she quickly attempted to satisfy her desires to ravage Megan’s beautiful breasts.

Sadly, Megan just wasn’t in the mood to cooperate on this small point. Instead as Naiya made to break the kiss and maneuver her head downwards Megan’s hands, which had previously been busy mindlessly caressing Naiya’s back, were suddenly pulling Naiya back into the kiss. Naiya almost laughed, but she held it back as she quickly decided to give her friend a minute before she tried again, but when she did Megan again refused, but this time she did it in a way Naiya simply could not refuse.

“Please kiss me,” Megan said at that moment, in a soft, quaking voice with a look in her eyes that could only be described as one of pure, unadulterated need. It was a look that Naiya had no hope of fighting against, so she didn’t even try. She simply gave in and returned to kissing Megan with passion and even a little bit of what she had to admit was love as she penetrated her tight, warm pussy, curling her fingers while searching for and finding that sweet, little spot inside of her lover until Megan was shaking underneath her and sighing out her pleasure into Naiya’s mouth.

Megan’s orgasm seemed to go on forever. When she was finally done and Naiya removed her fingers from Megan’s warm, wet snatch they were simply coated with Megan’s cum. Naiya actually stared at her fingers stunned for a moment at how much there was on her hand before Megan gently grabbed her hand and, just as she had done the night before, she began to lick her own creamy secretions from Naiya’s fingers silently begging Naiya with her eyes to join her. Naiya didn’t even have think about it before she joined her and then, naturally, they were kissing once again.

This kiss, however, was not the end of their lovemaking. Not by a long shot. It was as if they were both suddenly insatiable, like they now needed this beautiful thing they were sharing more than they needed anything else.  Even the kiss and everything else that they had just shared was nowhere close to enough. They needed more. They need to give each other all that they possibly could and it was with that in mind (though it was a hardly a fully formed thought for either of them) that they found themselves opening their legs and sliding their bodies until they found themselves, almost without a thought as to what they were doing, grinding against each other on the floor of their dorm.

It was actually a much more complicated maneuver than either of them could have anticipated, but by the time Naiya realized there was a good chance she was going to get serious carpet burn on her knees from the cheap, rough carpet that covered the floor it was too late. She was far too lost in the pleasure that was emanating from her pussy as she pounded it more or less against Megan’s cunt to even think of turning back. Honestly, it was highly doubtful that Megan would even have let her as she had wrapped her legs around Naiya’s hips and her arms around Naiya’s back with her hands on the back of Naiya’s head to hold her in a kiss almost as soon as she realized what Naiya had had in mind and she didn’t let go until not only she came, which she did quite quickly, but Naiya as well.

Of course, that was hardly all they did that afternoon. In fact, by the time they heard the halls filling up with the sound of girls (and some boys since it was the weekend and well before eleven as per the rules of their school) coming back from the game they had practically wore each other out. Luckily, they had also managed to get in a shower and get fully dressed before Becky and Connie came by to bug them to go to some random party as usual which they declined because they were honestly far too tired to even think about it. Not tired enough to keep them from enjoying a little more private time together exploring each other’s bodies, but even then it was much more making out and gently fingering each other and much less vigorous grinding and doing their best to try and make each other come over and over again.

At least, not that night. Many other nights over the next month and a half were a different story as they both quickly realized that what they’d shared that weekend was hardly a fluke or an experiment for either of them. In fact, it never had been as Naiya eventually learned when Megan finally admitted that she’d been thinking about what it would be like to be more than friends with Naiya ever since they’d both moved into their dorm room, but had sadly never had the courage to let Naiya know because until Naiya had come out to her she had no idea she was even into girls and after that she was still at a loss because, honestly, she had no clue how to even bring it up. After hearing Naiya’s story about her relationship with Ashlee she hadn’t even been sure she wanted to because by that time Megan had started to think of Naiya as the closest friend she had. Naturally Megan hadn’t wanted history to repeat itself not only for her sake, but for Naiya’s as well.

Oddly, though, that worry proved to be completely unfounded. At least, so it seemed for the time being because they’d both quickly realized that were now much, much more than simply friends and roommates after several weeks of fucking like bunnies, cuddling like lovers and sleeping in the same bed with each other even on those nights when one or both of them were far too tired or busy to spend the night discovering new ways to make each other come. In fact, they had both pretty much realized that right away, but it wasn’t until a month after that fateful night when Becky, who’d been acting odd and suspicious around them for a couple weeks, finally asked them if they were dating (as they found out that same day she’d figured out they were fucking long before that, but had kept quiet not wanting to seem nosy) that they both simultaneously answered yes without even thinking about it that it was finally confirmed much to their mutual relief.

It was actually a relief to Becky as well, because, as they found out as soon as they’d said yes, Becky was more than cool about it. In fact, she was almost happier than they were because she finally had someone to confess her feelings for Connie to. Sadly, unlike Naiya and Megan’s relationship that was a hopeless cause because Connie was incurably straight. Eventually, with Naiya and Megan’s eager help, Becky did finally find someone, but that was another story altogether. 

Yep, all in all, by the time Thanksgiving break came along Naiya was an incredibly happy person, but the way her relationship with Ashlee had ended was still bothering her and that made the happiness feel more than a little undeserved as the time to go home for the long weekend approached. Luckily with the help of Megan, whom she refused to make the mistake of not communicating with, she was beginning to realize that it was something she could at least try to fix. In fact, Megan even offered to go with her just for the added support, but Naiya had refused. Besides, Naiya really wanted to test the waters with her parents before bringing her roommate home for the holidays. 

She was seriously tempted to say yes, though, but more because the closer they got to the break the more she began to realize just how much she’d  miss being around Megan even if was only going to be just an extra long weekend apart. The fact that Megan had openly admitted feeling the say way on multiple occasions made Naiya feel a little less silly about it, but it didn’t stop Becky from teasing them both relentlessly whenever she caught them pining for each other before they‘d even left. Not that they minded one little bit because it actually helped them realize how silly it was to worry about being apart for not even four whole days

Still, Naiya was more nervous about what would happen when she got home than she was about being separated from Megan. Having long ago decided that come hell or high water she was going to go through with her plans to at least try to apologize to Ashlee when she went home didn‘t mean she was all that stoked about what it would be like to see her former best friend and lover again to offer her an apology she wasn‘t even certain would be welcomed let alone accepted. It was just something she had to do. Not for selfish reasons (though she had to admit there definitely were a few of those), but because she authentically felt she needed to. She felt she owed Ashlee at least an admission that it was all her fault and that it had nothing to do with anything Ashlee had done whatsoever. 

It was important to her and luckily Megan realized this and supported her fully. Even Macy did to an extent as she found out when Macy called her one day about a week before thanksgiving just to let her know that she at least didn’t hate her and that she didn’t want the holiday to be all weird and awkward. She was even happy to hear that Naiya had found herself a girlfriend and was starting to actually become comfortable with her sexuality. She was however more than a little cautious about Naiya’s plans to apologize.

“Look,” she had said in a cautioning voice when Naiya had revealed her plans “I understand why you’d want to do that and, not to shit on you or make you feel bad or anything, but I’m definitely glad you understand that it was you and not her, but I have to warn you: don’t expect miracles. You hurt her Naiya. You broke her heart. That’s not going to just go away because you’re sorry.”

“I know,” was all Naiya could say in response.

“But… ugh, you know, do it, though. She needs to hear it. I mean, you know… she still talks about you, Naiya. I know she misses you. Hell, we both do and I’m sure you miss us, but don’t think that that means you guys are suddenly going to be best friends again. I mean, I don‘t want to rub it in or anything, but even I was really pissed at you for a long time. I know you know that, but… yeah. Just don‘t expect an apology to make everything better. I know I‘ve said that like a billion times, but… you know…”

“Yeah, I know…”

And on and on like that. It was actually something Naiya knew she needed to hear if only because it helped her lower her expectations, keep them realistic and down to earth. Sadly, as the time to leave grew closer her expectations started go beyond harsh realism to the point that she was actually starting to feel pretty down about the whole idea. In fact, two days before she was supposed to leave to go home she told Megan that she wasn’t going to go. When Megan told her bluntly that yes, indeed she was going they actually had what might be called their first fight that almost ended with Naiya walking out the door in a huff. Luckily, Megan stopped her and refused to let her leave until she saw reason.

“Look, you know you want to and you know you have to. You’ve built it up so much that if you don’t you’ll just hate yourself for it. Look it took me awhile to fully understand this whole thing, but I get it: you need closure, so go get it. Please, just do it and just remember that whatever happens I’ll still be here for you, I’ll still love you, I’m not going to promise to make everything perfect if… I don’t know, but whatever. You’re like the best thing that ever happened to me and I just want you to be happy, okay?”

“You love me?” Naiya had said, smiling sadly even as she felt tears beginning to well up in her eyes. That was actually the first time either of them had used the L word in that context. Even without the turmoil Naiya had been putting herself through she still would’ve been touched just to hear Megan say it. 

But it wasn’t just that or even the conversation/fight they’d just had that helped bring the tears to her eyes. There was also the realization that it had been Ashlee saying essentially the same thing that had helped throw Naiya mind completely out of whack. Now, however, as Megan said it, it just made her feel so damned good she felt like she could almost burst.

“Of course I do. Don’t be silly. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I mean you’re like the best friend I’ve ever had. I’ve said that a billion times and I’ve meant it every time. You’re smart, you’re fun to talk to, you’re beautiful and sweet and you’re… God, I hate saying it like this because it sounds so shallow, but you’re fucking awesome in bed. I’m like the luckiest girl in the world. It’s like fate or some shit just brought us together, like it was meant to be. I… I don’t know, I just love you, Naiya.”

“I love you too, baby,” was all Naiya could think of to say in response to all that as she pulled Megan to her for a hard, loving hug that quickly became a deep, passionate kiss.  Really, there wasn’t all that much more for her to say. Megan had pretty much said everything she would have said in her place. After only knowing Megan for just a few months and being her lover for not even two of them Naiya couldn’t help but realize that she definitely loved Megan in a deep and powerful way and it felt great to know that Megan felt the same way. In a way, it felt even better for Naiya to be able to say it out loud to both herself and her lover.

There were other things that felt good as well. Like the way their embrace quickly became more than just a simple kiss and instead it quickly built to something much more as Megan guided Naiya onto her back and then slowly began to remove her lover’s clothes before, as had quickly become something of a pattern, she slowly and methodically began to kiss every inch of skin on Naiya’s body that she could from the top of her to her arm pits, breasts, ribcage, belly, legs, feet  and so much more before finally going down on Naiya in a slow and loving way that had never yet failed to leave Naiya a quivering, sweating mass of used up girl. Then, of course Naiya did her best to do the same for Megan until they were both thoroughly exhausted and satisfied sometime after midnight. 

By the time Naiya awoke the next morning to shower and grab a bite to eat before heading off to her last class before break Naiya felt much better than she had before. Sure, she was still worried about whether or not she was making a good decision with her plan or if she was just setting herself up for an incredible disappointment, but now she at least felt like their would be someone there for her to help soften the blow, someone who loved her, someone who cared for her and someone whom she loved and cared for as well. Whatever fate might have in store for her over the next few days she was fairly certain that at least that wouldn’t change any time soon.