"I love you, Audrey," Becky whispered as the two girls lay side by side on the bed, early the next morning. "I love you so much I can't tell you. I love the way you make me feel. I love the things you taught me to do. I love everything about you."
Audrey stifled Becky's words with a lingering kiss on the lips, then threw aside the sheet that covered their nude bodies and stepped to the floor. "Come on," she said. "It's time for breakfast"
"If you'll let me eat you again, I won't need any food the rest of the day," Becky teased, her fingers reaching out to stroke lazily at Audrey's thigh. The older girl's skin was tight, beautiful, just like everything else about her. Becky loved her so much, wanted nothing more from life than to spend it in bed with Audrey, living only for the sensations each of them could arouse in the other's body.
"You'd better get some real food in you, and get to classes," Audrey commanded. "Remember, Sigma Alpha requires good grades, and if you think you can spend your days in bed and still get high marks, you've got a lot to learn, Becky doll."
Reluctantly the feline young freshman crawled from the comfortable bed and stepped to the clothes she had brought with her from the bathroom last night. "Hey," she said, suddenly remembering, "didn't you say I could borrow a pair of your panties? I mean, this skirt is pretty short, and I don't want the whole world looking at my pussy. Not now, anyway. It belongs to somebody special." Audrey laughed. She fumbled through a dresser drawer and tossed Becky a yellow bikini. "My hips are a little broader than yours-"
"But beautiful," Becky simpered, feeling like a grade school girl with a sudden crush.
"Get dressed," Audrey laughed. "I have a class at eight and if you keep on, I'm gonna end up in the sack with you. Even sorority presidents have to have good grades, baby."
Becky slipped on the panties, then the rest of her clothing. "Well," she said, "I guess I'd better get over to the dorm and change. This Isn't exactly a classroom dress."
"I like it," Audrey said, eyeing the revelation of Becky's nipples in the bodice. "But aren't you forgetting something?"
"Jay tore my bra," she reminded the other girl, "and yours were too big for my poor little breasties."
"Not that," the oilier girl laughed. She held out a hand to Becky. On its palm rested the pledge pin Becky bad torn off her chest last night and returned to Audrey with such vehemence.
"Oh," and Becky reached gratefully. She took the pin, her fingers touching it as though it were a holy relic. "I nearly forgot it. Thank you, Audrey, for giving me another chance."
"We couldn't afford to lose a girl like you," Audrey smiled. She watched as Becky stepped to the mirror and repinned the little badge, right above her thumping heart.
Marjie was already gone when Becky returned to her room at the dorm. Really, she thought, it didn't matter in the least. After the words they'd had last night, when Becky was getting ready for her disastrous evening with Jay, the lovely blonde didn't really give a good goddamn if she never saw her roommate again.
This was Thursday, Becky reminded herself as she gathered up her schoolbooks and note pads for the day. She had gym at nine, biology at eleven, and-she smiled as she thought-Shearing's history class at one-thirty. Well, no more free peeks for him. There had been a time when she enjoyed tantalizing him with clothes that revealed so much of the pretty body that could never again be his; but that was all in the past. Suddenly he didn't matter any more, even as an object of revenge. Not now, not when she had at last found the love for which she had been searching. The movie she had seen in the Bentley Hall basement that long ago night came back to her, and she recalled once more the line from the song: "Funny how young lovers start as friends." It made her smile. In the person of Audrey she had combined friend and lover, and it was both funny and beautiful.
Gym class was for the first time an ordeal for Becky. She did her exercises in the gym, played basketball with the other girls, and at the proper time returned to the locker room, undressed, and took a communal shower. The sense of being nude among other girls had long since ceased to bother her, but now she found herself studying carefully the bodies around her, wondering if that lovely girl with the large tits and thinly haired cunt would be an enjoyable lover. Or how about the tall slim black girl, her skin glowing like wet ebony as she turned rhythmically beneath the shower faucet?
Becky supposed she was a lesbian now, but she was deeply committed to this new way of life, now that Audrey had opened her eyes to its beauty and wonderment. But no, damn it, she told herself angrily. She and Audrey were lovers, and in this the true culmination of her sexual existence, she would have no truck with the promiscuity that had marked her passing heterosexual phase. She would be faithful, just as Audrey would, she was positive, be faithful and constant to her.
Tuesday and Thursday meetings of his World Civilization class were the bright spots of Dave Shearing's existence. In spite of the absolute nature of her last rejection, he still harbored the hope that he might persuade Miss Becky Ryan to acknowledge his existence, discover the fact that he loved her with an abiding passion that could not be stilled by simple logic. He looked forward to those class sessions when he could at least look at her while he delivered his lectures. He waited with eager anticipation the revelation of whatever provocative costume she had chosen to wear to class each time, knowing, even as he drooled mentally with the thought, that she was only dressing to spite him, to tease him with what he couldn't have. But his affection for her, his admiration not only for her body, her sex, but for her sharp, intelligent mind as well-these caused him to overlook the source of her actions and to merely appreciate the results.
Today, he knew, even as he saw her enter, she was more beautiful than ever. And most interesting of all, she was wearing a pantsuit that revealed as little of her creamy flesh as possible. The sleeves were long, the top fitting her perfect form so loosely it could almost be called baggy, and the pants billowed rather than clung.
But there was no gainsaying the sparkle of her face, the lilt of her step. He noted with approval the proud angle at which she carried her high-set young breasts, studied the perky tilt of the sorority pledge pin that capped her left tit. He admired the casual swinging of her hips, the way her facial muscles worked as she looked round the room upon entering. Something had happened to her. He wondered what it was. Could she have found a guy and fallen in love with him since the last class meeting? Could that be it? Something, God knew, had settled upon her since the last time he'd seen her, something he couldn't explain or account for, but something which had deepened, accentuated the already stimulating femininity of this girl, the girl as far as he was concerned. Jesus, he wanted her so badly! He wanted to throw her down upon his desk and fuck her in sight of the rest of the class, anything to show her how much he loved her, how much he'd dare for her sake alone!
After Shearing's class, Becky went to the library and studied for awhile, then made her way to the sorority house. It gave her a thrill of secret joy to talk to Audrey lackadaisically in front of the other Sig Alph actives and pledges, knowing what no one else did-that she and Audrey were lovers, true lovers, grand lovers, the kind books and plays and poems were written about, the kind who shared great secret passions and died and went to heaven, there to loll in one another's arms forever and ever, sexing on clouds.
But to her great disappointment, Becky found, once she'd gotten Audrey alone where they could talk, that it wouldn't be feasible for her to come over tonight for another love-tryst. Her eyes registered the sinking feelings that swept over her then, and Audrey planted a soft, sweet, honeyed kiss on her pouting lips and told her that the whole weekend was theirs. Becky's toes wiggled inside her shoes to think that from Friday evening to Sunday evening she and Audrey would be virtually alone in the house and would be able to enjoy all they had previously experienced, and, doubtless, new, yet untested delights as well.
When she entered her room in Bentley Hall that evening she saw Marjie sitting naked in front of the mirror, fixing her makeup. Marjie looked over her shoulder and gave a shy smile of greeting.
"Hi, Beck," she said in a friendly tone. "How's it going?"
Becky shrugged as she dropped her books onto the bed and sat down to take off her shoes. Marjie got up from the mirror seat and came over to her.
"Beck," she began softly, "I've been wanting to talk to you since last night. Jeez, I don't know how to begin, but I just have to tell you how sorry I am."
"It's all right," Becky shrugged. She began to undo the buttons of her top.
"It's not all right, goddamn it!" Marjie said, her voice harsher this time. "I mean, I said some rotten things to you last night, and that note on the door was pretty low, too. I felt like shit all night and all day, wanting to apologize."
She sat down on the bed across from Becky, her eyes seeking forgiveness. "Look, Beck," she continued, "I didn't mean any of the stuff I said to you. It was just me and I was kinda mad and then when I found out what you were supposed to do-well, it just made me see red. Beck, I like to think of you as a kid sister of mine. You know, I never had any sisters or brothers, and I was kinda lonely when I was younger, you know, without anybody to boss around or show the ropes to. But, bell, you're not me, you're not my kid sister, you're my friend. I don't have the right to pull any Ten Commandments on you, especially in view of a few things I've done in my time."
"Really, Marjie," Becky protested. "You don't have to apologize to me."
"But I do," Marjie retorted. "Here my only commandment, my only Golden Rule, has always been 'If it feels good, do it!' and as soon as you try something that I don't think would feel good I start moralizing and preaching to you. God, I feel like a real bitch. But if you can forgive me, I'd be just tickled pink to keep on being your friend."
Becky smiled. The anger she bad felt against Marjie had long since begun to dissipate, and only someone more venomous than she would hold a grudge. "Look," she said, "it's all right. I mean, I said some mean things to you, too. I was kinda hoping you might have a little forgiveness for me."
Marjie's face broke into a wide grin that showed off nicely her front teeth. Becky studied the other girl's face, and then her eyes darted briefly across Marjie's nude form. For the first time since they had met, she wondered if Marjie had ever made it with another girl. She wondered what Marjie would say if she suddenly cupped those large brown-capped tits in her hands and then kissed their tips softly. Would that be a betrayal of her love for Audrey?
Yes, she decided reluctantly, it would be, in a sense. But on the other hand, it might also awaken Marjie to the true, pure joy that lay waiting for her in the realm of girl-love. Perhaps it would be the answer to Marjie's own problems of promiscuity as it had been the solution for hers. But not now. The time wasn't ripe.
"Did you, uh, stay at the sorority house last night?" Marjie was asking. Becky nodded, and what seemed to be relief streaked across the other girl's face. She'd rather be my mother than my sister, Becky thought with a grin. Same old Marjie, trying to keep her poor shy roommate in the game, even when her poor shy roommate was no longer poor and shy but calmly, voluptuously beautiful, sensitive, and, most important of all, finally enlightened about the truest joys of love.
Marjie stole a peek at Becky's wristwatch. "Oh, Gods," she moaned, "I'm late! Got a date with this guy tonight. He's a zowie fuck, but he's supposed to be waiting at the Cheap Thrills bar, and if I don't hurry up and get there, he'll be laid out under a table somewhere."
She flurried about the room, hastening her face into a state that met her approval, combing her hair with careless speed, dressing in a blur of flying arms and legs and fits. "Gotta go, Beck," she called as she went out the door.
"See you later, and we can talk some more."
Becky was lying in bed reading when the door swung open and Marjie came stomping in, about eleven-thirty that night. The short dark girl had a look of ineffable scorn on her face as she stormed across the room and threw herself upon her bed.
"Goddamn it to hell!" she yelled, thumping her fist against her pillow again and again.
Becky looked at her. Marjie's eyes drifted up and met hers, then averted themselves.
"What's wrong?" Becky asked.
"Oh, nothing," Marjie raged. "Just that sonofabitch Alan. The guy I went out with tonight."
Becky suppressed a chuckle. "Don't tell me he was drunk by the time you got to him."
"No," Marjie admitted, "but he didn't miss it by much. Do you know what that bastard did? We sat there in the Cheap Thrills, in a booth way back in the corner, and he had his prick out underneath the table, letting me feel it. But he kept on drinking, and kept on drinking, and kept on drinking, just like a goddamn fish, and the last time I put my fingers on his cock, just to make sure it was still there, you know? Well, what did he do but shoot his load all of a sudden, all over my fingers, all over the floor, everywhere! And then, when we split, you know, to go somewhere and do a little balling, he couldn't get it back up. He kinda grinned and said that was what usually happened when he had too much beer, and how would I like to try again tomorrow night?"
"Oh, Lord," Becky laughed.
"It's not funny," Marjie said. "I haven't been had in three days, and you k-now I have to have it oftener than that. Shit, what a bummer!"
She rolled off the bed and began to strip. When she was naked, she turned on the light at the vanity table and sat down in front of the mirror to take off her makeup. Every time she dabbed at her face with the cold cream she muttered "Fuck" very low, but clearly audible.
Marjie was aware of eyes upon her and she looked toward Becky's bed. It was empty. She looked up into the mirror in front of her. Becky stood behind her, holding her Snoopy nightshirt in one hand, her body bare and golden-glowing.
"Was it really as bad as you think, Marj?" Becky asked.
"Was it?" Marjie snorted. "It was worse. This guy has seven inches if he's got a centimeter, but he doesn't know when to tell the bartender he's had enough. Oh,! heard about him before I went out with him. But I thought sure as hell I could keep him sober enough to make sure I got punched good. How wrong can you be, Martin?" she added wryly.
Becky wondered if the time were indeed ripe. Maybe this was the opportunity she had been craving all evening, the chance to initiate Marjie into the secret joys of lesbianism. Certainly her roommate was horny, frustrated, angry. Would she be receptive? That was the question, and there was only one way to find out. She certainly hoped the answer was yes, because she wanted Marjie to share what she had learned in Audrey's arms, wanted the stacked body of her roomie to discover how great loving could be, how much more satisfying than with a guy who was all muscle and prodding and shoving his cock halfway down a girl's throat, strangling her on his manhood, or, even worse, sticking it in a dry channel, jacking himself off, squirting his come, and pulling out, leaving the poor girl writhing and craving her own release. You didn't have that problem with a girl. You didn't have to wait for her to get her prick up, bard enough to use, didn't have to worry about her coming and getting soft before you'd gotten over the hump yourself. Girls could go on and on until both of them were satisfied, and when they were finished, it was all clean, none of that slimy juice flowing in sticky oozes out of your hole and onto the mattress so that you had to sleep in the wet. Girls were best of all.
Becky bad convinced herself. Now she only had to convince Marjie. Somehow it was very important to her that Marjie learn what she bad been taught last night. She felt possessed by a sense of mission, and she knew suddenly how the early preachers felt when they went out to spread the gospel among the heathens, knew how they could endure without flinching the most gruesome tortures and torments. It was because they believed implicitly in what they were doing. And so did she. She believed as deeply as she believed anything else in her life that this was the best way to make love that had ever been devised, and she wanted to make Marjie know it as well.
She put her bands lightly upon Marjie's shoulders, one on each side of the girl's neck, and she stooped as she did so. Marjie's face came around, a question forming on lips which immediately found themselves smacking against Becky's. The girl's eyes went wide in shock and she tried to pull her mouth free of her roommate's sucking kiss.
Her arms flopped in panic and she began to wobble upon the backless seat she was perched upon. Becky held onto her like a leech, mouth wet and open against hers, hands pressing Marjie's cheeks, forcing the prolongation of that kiss. Marjie tried to shake herself free, her tits bouncing, but as she struggled she found herself losing her balance and toppling backward.
Becky rolled with her, cushioning Marjie's fall against the soft carpeted floor, refusing to break the contact of their mouths. Though she was a few pounds lighter than the buxom Marjie, and though she had never been especially strong, Becky found that it was no difficult matter to drag Marjie with her across the floor to a point where both could stretch out.
Marjie was no longer resisting forcibly, and, though she did not reciprocate the kiss she was enduring, she did not try to push her roommate's attacking face from hers either. Her hands lay limp at her sides, and her legs were closing over one another, as it in an attempt to shield the dark mat of her beaver.
One of Becky's hands closed itself over Marjie's right breast, fingers squeezing and teasing the dark knob of nipple that capped the full ripe mound. Marjie groaned at the touch and her chest arched upward, forcing the tit into Becky's grip. Her thighs unclasped now, and began to spread apart little by little.
Becky decided it was time to change her approach. She took her lips from Marjie's, slid across the girl's upper body at an oblique angle, and sucked a nipple into her mouth. At the same time she was so lying that her own left breast was nuzzling Marjie's closed lips, its nipple stiff, erect, knocking to gain admittance.
"Please, Becky, what in the name of God are you trying to do?" Marjie whispered, but as she spoke her I mouth moved around slightly and Becky's nipple made the penetration it sought. Marjie's lips closed suddenly round the rubbery pink nub and sucked at it as if in amazement. Her mouth slithered open, wet, questing, and the entire point of Becky's fit oozed home. Lips and tongue went into action and Marjie found herself aching to reciprocate what Becky was even then doing to her own full breast.
As Becky nursed for the first time at her roommate's ample chest, licking and loving the teat that filled her mouth so fully, she let her fingers glide swanlike down Marjie's plumpish tummy, pinching and pulling at the dainty folds of flesh. And then she was tangling and untangling the hair in her friend's crotch, giggling round that sucked nipple as she felt the mossy growth. Its appearance was that of fine wire, but its texture was satin-soft, the tendrils of hair curling in Becky's twisting fingers like strands of thin unwoven silk.
Becky could wait no longer. Freeing her lips reluctantly from Marjie's nipple, she lifted herself, raised her body above the prone figure of her roommate, and let her head descend to explore all the more closely that delightfully soft cunt her hand had discovered. Her crotch hung above Marjie's face, and the puzzled girl's eyes were peering upward, looking into the depths of Becky's own pussy, so pink and pretty as it peeked out of its golden thatch of covering.
Slowly, slowly it began to descend upon her. Marjie tried to shout her fear as she watched the inexorable progress of Becky's cunt toward her slightly open lips, but when the inevitable contact was made her terror disappeared. She speared upward with her tongue, parting labia majora, piercing labia minora, brushing the clitoris, her mouth closing over the oval slice just as a hungry man's lips seize eagerly upon a steak sandwich.
And even as she did so, loving voraciously her first pussy-partner, Marjie felt Becky's tongue begin to service her own depths of churning womanhood. My God! her brain screamed as she stabbed her tongue again and again into the soft pink meat that was pressing upon her. Was this making Becky feel as great as Becky's tongue was making her feel right now? She hadn't known! Hadn't known at all! She'd sucked plenty of cock, all right, and had had her own pussy licked by a lot of guys, but now-to be giving and taking with another girl, both at the same time! It really made her appreciate the marvelous organ God had given her, made her thankful for the high degree of sexuality with which she had been endowed.
There! She thrust that tongue in once for thanks, thanks for the way Becky was servicing her right now. She thrust it in again for good measure, to compensate for all the snide jokes she had made in her time about dykes and lesbian butches. And she thrust home again, again, again, thinking as she did how much she had missed because her date wasn't able to help her tonight. Ummm! Becky's cunt was growing moist and tasty as Marjie's tongue loved it repeatedly. Where did all the guys get the idea a pussy smelled like dead fish? Pussies smelled just fine, like fragrant honeysuckle blossoms in a spring breeze. Becky's did, at least, and Marjie was confident that hers was just as juicy.
Becky was even then sucking and kissing every bit of Marjie's vaginal area, roiling the dark girl's oversized clitoris on her tongue, wetting it with her spit, sucking the lubricating juices that Marjie was emitting. And as she sucked she put her hands on each side of Marjie's loveslot, inserting both thumbs in the spacious gap. Marjie winced at the initial penetration, but arched her hips upward to help impale those thumbs in her soaking hole. Becky's other fingers were lolling with a gentle ticklish motion on the supersensitive insides of her roommate's thighs, sending shivers and tremors of tingling delight throughout Marjie's body.
She was coming! Marjie couldn't stop herself. Her pussy juices were flowing, her ovaries singing their own song of joy, her legs thrashing up and down on the floor. Unparalleled thrills swept her over and over as Becky continued to suck and finger the other girl's jubilant pussy. For a moment Marjie forgot that Becky's own cunt was even then on her mouth, its open labia imploring her to bring it as well to its fruition. But as her body reached its peak of orgasm, and feeling began to return to her numbed lips, Marjie saw and felt and tasted the still unsatisfied twat above her, and she remembered her duty. Her tongue flipped out once more, strong and stiff as a piercing cock, grateful in its execution of a duty that bore no burden with it, and she stabbed hard, hard, hard into Becky's pressing cunt.
Marjie's tongue was extended as far as it could go without being torn from her mouth, and she was buried in Becky's slick tender channel. As she flicked with her linguam, she fastened her mouth round the whole of Becky's vagina, her teeth brushing softly the sensitive labia. Becky's cunt passage began to throb and tighten round Marjie's questing tongue, and the sweetest syrup ever started to coat her tongue in honeyed stickiness. Becky thrust hard, down against Marjie's face, till the girl beneath knew she must soon suffocate, but the aroma of the strangling pillow was so sweet and lovely that she would have welcomed a death in such circumstances.
At last the girls rolled apart, lay side by side on the floor, heads reversed, hands clasped.
Marjie was the first to speak. "Jeez, Beck," she gushed, "I don't know what that was all about, but I must admit-I kinda liked it."
Becky laughed, laughed like a tinkling silver bell. "You were so horny when you came in I just had to do something to help you out," she explained.
Weakly, reluctantly, Marjie got to her feet. She lay down upon her bed. Becky followed, started to lie down beside her. Marjie raised a hand in protest.
"No, not again," she said. "I don't think I could stand another one. Gods, Beck, where did you pick that up, anyway? Would you believe that never in my almost-nineteen years of living have I ever tried anything with a girl-until tonight?"
"See what you've been missing," Becky simpered. "But who am I to cast stones. I only learned about it last night myself." She walked over to her own bed, lay down upon it, and kicked her legs high into the air over her head. "Isn't life wonderful!"
There was no reply. She looked quizzically at Marjie's bed. The other girl was asleep, or seemed to be. My, Becky thought That was fast. Tiptoeing to her side, she placed her fingers upon a bare brown teat, studying the girl's face as she fondled it. No trace of recognition. No telltale eye flashing. No suspicious speeding-up of breath rate. She must really be out. Sighing, Becky returned to her bed and lay masturbating skillfully, fingers burrowing and cit-pinching, until weariness overtook her and she too drifted into the land of dreams.
Becky was alone next manning when she awoke. She arose leisurely, dressed leisurely, and had breakfast in the dorm cafeteria. She had no classes today until noon, and so she returned to the room after her meal to prepare for a political science lecture later in the day.
Marjie came in about ten-thirty, her eyes nervous as a trapped rabbit's. She winced at Becky's cheerful greeting and made her way to the window. She stood leaning against the sill, watching from the side of her face as Becky sat, book in hand, at her desk.
"Becky," she began in a voice that quavered a little, "I want you to know that I like you a hell of a lot. You've been a good kid all the time we've been rooming together here, but-"
"What's wrong?" Becky teased. "You sound as if you've just been told you only have a week to live. Or even worse, as if you've just been told I only have a week to live and you don't know how to break the news to me."
Marjie grinned with half her mouth. "It's something like that," she said uncomfortably. "Oh, shit!" she blurted. "It's about last night. I dreamed about it all the time after I went to sleep, and I woke up about six this morning and found out I couldn't drop off again. So I got up, went out, and did a lot of thinking."
Becky looked with puzzled expression at her obviously nervous roommate, wondering what the girl was trying to get around to saying.
"Is something the matter?" she asked concernedly. "I thought you enjoyed it, anyway. Besides, I only did it because I wanted to make you feel better."
"That's just it," Marjie explained. "You made me feel a hell of a lot better. Too much better, in fact! Beck, what we did last night put our relationship on a basis I'm afraid to continue. I liked it so much, there's nothing I'd rather do than share a cunt-eating with you again. Right now! But I can't. That is, I won't.
"Beck, you could turn me into a lesbian without a bit of trouble, but that's not what I want. I like guys, I like to fuck guys, and I want to keep on liking it. So. I talked to Jerry-remember, we went to a party at his place early in the fall? Anyway, he's been after me for a while and today I told him, yes, I would move in with him, live with him, you know, provided he didn't try to put his brand on me. I've been at the University Housing Office making the arrangements. Beck, I'm moving into Jerry's place today."
"You're leaving?" Becky asked in a small, hushed voice.
Marjie nodded. "I hate to, but I just don't trust myself with you. Not after last night."
Becky jumped to her feet. She started toward Marjie, but the other girl began to move away as Becky approached. The lovely blonde freshman stopped short, her hands extended, pleading.
"It's all right," she said, her eyes misting. "You can stay. Really you can. I won't do anything to you. Honest, Marjie. I was only trying to be nice to you last night, anyway. I already have a lover of my very own."
Marjie's eyebrows lifted at this information. So Becky had turned dyke with a vengeance? She always did go whole-hog about anything that appealed to her. The short dark girl shook her head.
"That's not good enough. Besides, it's not you I'm worried about. It's me. Becky, I have to go. Don't try to talk me out of it any longer, because it won't do any good. Jerry and I will come over this afternoon and pack up my stuff." She started to move past Becky, for the door. The blonde girl caught her hand.
"Aren't you at least going to kiss me good-bye?" she asked, eyes starting to brim over with the tears she could not restrain. Marjie looked at her, weakening, then impulsively shoved her mouth against Becky's. They kissed, Becky's hands wrapping lightly round Marjie's back, and almost automatically they moved, inch by inch, toward the nearer of the two beds. Just as they were collapsing onto its soft mat, Marjie broke loose, looked deep into Becky's luminous blue eyes, and said softly, "Oh, God damn you, Becky Ryan!" and then her mouth clamped home once more and the girls sank into the pliancy of the bed.