Dorm Life

by Jamie Morgan

  Stephanie had also told her that although the blue-eyed beauty had a number of friends and certainly seemed to be a leader in her groups, despite the language barrier, she hadn’t been seen with any one person, male or female, to whom anyone would guess the foreigner was intimately involved. Although the fact that she had so many new friends intimidated Ginny, this information furthered her resolve to find out more about the girl and, she hoped, more about this same sex interest she now shared with her.

  Stephanie had seemed surprised at Ginny’s description of the girl she’d met at the bar and her belief that this was one in the same. Apparently the way the woman was dressed that night hadn’t been anything like what she’d worn since arriving at the school. Stephanie said Ginny was “off her rocker” and she was sure there was no way it was the same woman she’d been with that night. It just didn’t jive with what Stephanie knew about Caitlin’s quiet, shy and reserved nature.

  Stephanie had wished Ginny luck in finding her stranger, congratulated her on finally realizing what Stephanie said she’d known about Ginny’s sexuality all along, and, with a smack on her ass, told Ginny to go explore more of this side of her orientation. In fact, Stephanie had offered to help her with the investigation, but Ginny had thanked her and refused, preferring to reserve the exciting newness to traverse more of the female anatomy with the woman who had started her on this journey. Or, at least she hoped that was what was going to happen when she found her. No, they couldn’t converse, really, but their intimacy seemed to need no words to be exchanged as she’d been shown the last time. Ginny was determined to show Caitlin that she too could communicate with her hands, mouth and body. She wanted more of this girl, and despite the odd getup the woman had worn, perhaps attempting to hide her true identity or something, Ginny knew in her heart she had the right girl. There just couldn’t be any other explanation for the reaction she’d had. Obviously she had simply needed the right person, the right woman to bring out the passionate and sensual side to Ginny, to reveal the incredible feeling of being with another woman.

  Ginny had convinced herself that her lack of love life, self confidence, and lack of any real passion in previous relationships with men simply occurred because it was not where her body and mind had truly wanted to be. She was finished with refusing to admit her previous appreciation of the attributes of other women was only non-sexual. Ginny had realized that desire had been there the whole time, but she’d just been afraid to admit it to herself. No more fear. No more hesitation. From here on out it was a mission to seek out more of that amazing intimacy. With Caitlin.

  ***

  Ginny was becoming increasingly discouraged. It seemed like Caitlin was avoiding her, and she really didn’t have a clue why, unless the girl hadn’t wanted more than just a one night fling at the bar. It had been three weeks and Ginny was still obsessing over the encounter, replaying it over and over in her mind as she lay in bed at night, pleasuring herself and imagining the other woman’s lips were caressing her skin, wrapped around her clit, sucking. This was torment! Ginny had to find a way to confront the girl and determine once and for all if she should give up on her quest or if there was something there she could pursue. Yes, it had been her first encounter, and perhaps that was what made it so unforgettable, but Ginny knew that if she didn’t at least attempt to repeat the night of pleasure she’d had with Caitlin, she’d never forgive herself for giving up without knowing. Not now that she’d admitted to herself she very well could be bisexual and interested in both men and women. She had to know.

  Ginny had agreed to meet up with Jenny and Steph again and hit another Friday night at Just Off Campus. Though she really didn’t think she’d run into Caitlin there again, as the girl hadn’t been in the last two weeks, she figured it was better than sitting here obsessing. Maybe she might actually have a good time, for once.

  ***

  The music was playing so loud Ginny couldn’t even hear herself think. The lights were dim, setting the mood for the dance floor, and there were hundreds of students milling about in the room and more waiting at the door to get in. Tonight there was a live band playing, one that had become hot in the local scene, and because of it the place was even more crowded than usual. Ginny was actually enjoying herself tonight, surprising even herself, but still she kept one eye on the door, hoping to see the dark head of her mystery woman appear above the others. Ginny sat back down at their table after an extended romp on the dance floor and she was feeling the heat. Grabbing her gin and tonic, she downed the glass in a few gulps, not feeling all that refreshed, but at least it was wet.

  Yelling above the music to Jenny and Steph was not something Ginny was going to attempt, so she just slipped off her chair and headed toward the bar to grab another drink, figuring they wouldn’t miss her, anyway.

  Standing at the bar waiting for her order from the tall blond bartender, Ginny suddenly felt as if she were being watched. The hair on the back of her neck prickled and a chill traveled down her spine. She glanced around, looking once more at the door and mostly noticing the room had become packed to the point of not being able to see much of anything. Shrugging, she turned back toward the bar, but out of the corner of her eye she caught the flash of white on black and instantly knew it was the muscle shirt and leather jacket she’d been searching for all night. Unsure if she should turn around and confront Caitlin or not, Ginny stood in contemplation, her shoulders tight and her back straight. Her earlier confidence had totally disappeared and she fought the inner conflict of what to do at that moment. She didn’t want Caitlin to think she was ignoring her, but neither did she have the guts to just walk up and say ”Hey, you’re the girl from the other night. Care for another round?” Ginny looked around again, her eyes immediately drawn to where Caitlin was standing last. The girl was gone.

  Dammit! Ginny, you idiot! Ginny took a deep breath, grabbed her drink as the bartender slid it down the bar to her, and set off to find the woman. If she was going to do this, she had to suck it up and do it right. One way or the other, she’d at least have her answer.

  Threading her way through the crowd toward the table, Ginny was bounced back and forth between the throng of hard bodies, hot and slick from dancing, and likely intoxicated as well. They really weren’t paying her all that much attention as she attempted to squeeze by them. A sudden movement to her left made Ginny flinch, her drink pulled in close to her chest. Fuck! Alcohol sloshed over the side of the glass and trickled down between her breasts, staining the front of her shirt on its path to her belly. Well, at least it’s cold.

  Finally reaching their table, she breathed a sigh of relief and slid once more into her chair. Twisting the front of the tight t-shirt she’d chosen to wear that night, attempting to drain off some of the liquid decoration, she didn’t notice anyone move up behind her and jumped when she heard the sultry voice with a Greek-laced accent whisper her name and a hot breath tickle her earlobe. Ginny turned toward the sound, her face betraying the surprise at hearing her name off those lips and plain shock that Caitlin was there, standing behind her.

  “Caitlin…Uh, hi. How do you know my name? I didn’t think you spoke English. Wait, what…” Ginny trailed off as Caitlin reached out her hand and brushed the tips of her fingers across the exposed skin of Ginny’s belly.

  “Ginny, come, please,” Caitlin begged, voice charged with desire, while her hand made to clasp Ginny’s.

  As Ginny looked into those dark, kohl-rimmed eyes, the question clear in their depths despite the barrier of speech between them, she nodded and a smile curved the corners of her lips. Taking the offered hand, she slid from her chair, completely ignoring the looks and questions coming from her two best friends. She knew they were likely surprised at the appearance of Ginny’s mystery woman, that it was indeed the exchange student despite Stephanie’s insistence to the contrary.

  Following the tugging motion of Caitlin’s hand in her own, Ginny waved backward over her shoulder, the crowd swallowing her up as she foll
owed in pursuit of her new lover.

  ***

  Before she could say a word, Ginny felt the other woman’s hands begin to roam gently over her shoulders, tracing her collarbone and massaging the back of her neck. She moaned deeply at the pleasure of Caitlin’s tranquilizing touch, a touch she had waited for, needed to feel upon her body again.

  Despite her desire to give pleasure to the other woman, to experience what it was like to taste her skin, feel her satiny softness, lick her swollen nub and provide the pleasure as she herself experienced three long weeks ago, Ginny relaxed into the soft touch now feathering over her left breast, trailing slowly toward her hardening nipple.

  They had raced back to Ginny’s dorm room, full of nerves and impatience. Ginny had no intention of letting tonight go by without the full woman-on-woman experience this time. Eyes closed, she couldn’t help the images that flashed through her mind: She was down on her knees in front of Caitlin, her face buried in the pale, smoothly shaved skin of the woman’s glistening sex, kissing, licking and sucking that tender, pink, swollen nub. Caitlin leaning weakly against the headboard of Ginny’s bed, her head thrown back in obvious intense pleasure, her hands tangled in Ginny’s hair. Ginny moaned aloud at the thought. That along with Caitlin’s hands now kneading and squeezing her breasts, flicking her hard swollen nipples through her shirt, brought a rush of moisture and heat to her core.

  She craved the touch of this woman so badly, thrived on it; she had missed it so much over the last few weeks. It was odd, really, amazing in a sense that she instinctively knew there was just something about Caitlin and she being together that was about the timing, and anyone else would never have convinced her to allow the touch on her body that she had that night. She may never have known her desire for a woman if Caitlin hadn’t pushed her into that bathroom stall.

  As Caitlin ran her fingers down along the edge of her shirt, teasing, Ginny shivered. Caitlin reached for the hem and lifted the shirt up and off Ginny, revealing her swollen breasts in her pale pink, lacy demi-cup bra. Caitlin dipped her head to bite at the nipple thorough the material as she deftly unclasped the back, letting it fall to Ginny’s waist as she continued her exploration with her heated mouth.

  Ginny followed suit and removed the leather jacket from Caitlin’s shoulders. The two of them never said a word during the process; they didn’t need to. Instinct seemed to take over where shyness left off as Ginny revealed the other woman’s breasts, gazing upon them for the first time. Her mouth beginning to water, she reached out to lightly touch one, skimming her fingers gently over the nipple and reveling in the moan she elicited from her partner. Bolder now, wanting to hear more of the throaty noises from Caitlin, Ginny bent her head and took the nipple into her mouth. She flicked it with her tongue, rolled the tight bud over her teeth and bit down gently as Caitlin bucked against her. Kissing her way over the slim belly, she dipped her tongue into Caitlin’s belly button, swirling it for a moment before resuming her downward path. Grasping the other woman’s hips, Ginny pressed her face into the material at the apex of Caitlin’s thighs, breathing heavily. She was nervous but she could do this, wanted to. Ached to, in fact.

  Slipping her fingers into the waistband of Caitlin’s jeans, she peeled them down her tight thighs, pushing them over her red painted toes and leaving only the thin barrier of Caitlin’s black lace panties between her face and the other girl’s pussy. She made swift work of the underwear, sending them the way of the jeans in a single movement. Looking up at Caitlin, seeing her heavy-lidded eyes staring back at her, gave Ginny a rush of liquid excitement. She couldn’t believe she was here, with Caitlin, finally about to embark on a path that, until now, she’d only dreamed about as she pleasured herself almost nightly since the first time they had met.

  Gently spreading Caitlin legs, Ginny exposed the woman’s intimate core and breathed in the musky scent. She dipped her head between Caitlin’s legs and flicked her tongue on the swollen clit, tasting hesitantly, worried she might do something wrong but so wanting to learn what she needed to do to please the woman. Caitlin quivered at the initial contact, moaning, spurning Ginny on. Indulging in wrapping her mouth around the hard nub, she began to suck. Caitlin bucked against her mouth, crying out and grabbing a fistful of Ginny’s hair.

  Moving her mouth slowly downward, Ginny tentatively stroked Caitlin’s swollen pussy lips with her tongue, dipped inside and tasted the first drop of moisture that had leaked from within. She loved hearing the woman’s sharp intake of breath as she pushed two fingers inside the tight hole. Moving her mouth back up to Caitlin’s clit, she increased the pressure, the depth of her fingers going in as far as she could, curling them upward to where she knew her own sweet spot was. She was rewarded with another cry from her lover’s lips, hips moving against her hand. Adding a third finger, Ginny stretched the woman’s pussy, sucked hard at the now throbbing bud in her mouth, and pumped in and out, faster, harder. Within moments Caitlin was riding her hand, mimicking the motions in the opposite direction to force as much of Ginny’s fingers into her as possible. With her other hand, Ginny reached up and grasped a hard nipple, gave it a quick, sharp pinch, and watched as Caitlin’s face expressed the sudden intense pleasure of the orgasm Ginny had just started for her.

  She pressed her tongue repetitively into Caitlin’s warm, wet hole, tasting her juices as her new lover climaxed with such pressure it covered Ginny’s lips and chin with a glistening wetness.

  Caitlin stared down at her, dark blue eyes shining with desire. Smiling, she took Ginny by the arms and pulled her to lie on the bed beside her, holding her in a tight hug against her warm flesh. Ginny laid her head against the other woman’s breast and sighed. “Wow, that was amazing. It was everything I thought it would be and more. Though, I want to do more, feel more, touch and taste more of you, Caitlin. There is more, right? I’m sure there has to be. Oh, my god, I so hope you even understand what I am saying,” she cried.

  Giving her a quick squeeze, Caitlin nodded. She understood Ginny’s frustration and her concerns. “Ginny, come,” Caitlin whispered, and slowly slid her way down between Ginny’s thighs, dark eyes staring up at her with a smile.

  The End

  About the Author

  J.D. Morgan and Jamie Morgan is a writer with a passion for the BDSM submissive lifestyle that is incorporated into many orientations of erotic romance and erotica. Jamie writes in an effort to share the naughtier side of men desires in the bedroom.

  The works as J.D. focus primarily on GBLTQ works so far but has recently begun branching out into some of the other sub-genres in an effort to remain diverse in this ever-changing world of digital erotic reading.

  J.D is not afraid to bring forth men's stories in a sometimes humorous, but always kinky way, for many to enjoy the wilder side of their insatiable nature for sex.

  BDSM and the sensual side of the love for lifestyle intimacy is not just for m/f, although many believe it is.

  And thus, with that expansion in diversity, a new life was formed...enter Jamie Morgan, the writer of the more erotic romance side of things and the HFN or HEA's that will always be found in our erotic romance works.

  Jamie will attempt to portray the romantic involvement behind the submissive man's role in a D/s relationship, and , how even as a cuck they do things for the love of their Mistress. This makes these men happy in a world where many think it's all about spanking and domination. It's not. Many can dominate through love, sensuality and yes, sometimes a little humiliation.