As Adele finished braiding Nadia’s hair, she slowly leaned in and gently placed her lips against Nadia’s neck. Nadia felt a shiver trace down her spine. Adele threaded her arms between Nadia’s and embraced her from behind, planting soft and tender kisses on Nadia’s neck.
“That feels nice,” said Nadia, craning her neck to one side to allow Adele better access to it.
“There’s nothing wrong with experimenting a little,” said Adele in a whisper against Nadia’s flesh. “There’s nobody around for miles. Nobody has to know.”
Nadia nodded slowly, her lips curling into a content smile as her friend kissed her.
“It’s getting late,” said Adele, sitting upright now. Nadia could feel a cool wetness where Adele’s lips had been on her neck. “Maybe we should turn in. We’ve got a long hike tomorrow.”
“Okay,” said Nadia.
The two girls stood up from the log. Adele poured the rest of her water onto the still-burning embers of the diminished fire, sending hisses and smoke up into the air. With Adele leading the way, the friends crawled into the tent and zipped the door flap behind them.
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The tent was small inside, just big enough for both girls to lie out comfortably. Adele sat cross-legged and brushed her hair as Nadia adjusted their sleeping arrangements on her hands and knees. A small LED lamp stuffed into the corner of the tent imprecisely lighted the tent.
“Just about ready?” asked Adele. She put her brush off to the side and pulled her sweater up over her head, revealing a low-cut tank top underneath with no bra. Her cleavage could be easily seen.
“Yeah,” said Nadia, feeling nervous as she looked to Adele’s chest. She too removed her sweater and tossed it aside.
The girls slid into the large two-person sleeping bag. Nadia zipped up one side as Adele reached over to cut the LED light in the tent corner leaving them in complete darkness.
With the light out, the friends both began to get comfortable, cozying up close to one another. There was silence for a few moments, neither sure what to say or do but both able to feel the heat of each other’s bodies.
Gradually, Adele reached out and put her hand on Nadia’s hip. She rubbed the flannel material covering Nadia’s legs in a slow, deliberate manner. Nadia could feel her heart racing, excitement brimming up inside of her, and she closed her eyes tightly enjoying the attention.
“Is this okay?” whispered Adele.
“Mm hmm,” mused Nadia, inching herself closer to Adele in the sleeping bag.
Adele moved her face in, closing in on Nadia, and gently pushed her lips against Nadia’s in an affectionate kiss. Nadia easily returned Adele’s advance, slowly kissing her friend as she reached her arms out and wrapped them around Adele.
“This is nice,” said Nadia in a low voice between kisses.
Adele slid her hands down into Nadia’s flannel pants as they continued kissing, snaking her hands between the fabric and placing them on Nadia’s ass cheeks. Nadia wore no knickers underneath and Adele positioned her hands on either cheek, lightly squeezing and rubbing them, caressing down to where the flesh of Nadia’s cheeks met her legs and then back up again.
“You’ve got a really nice body,” moaned Adele into Nadia’s lips, their lips smacking together with soft wet resonances.
“So do you,” said Nadia, pressing against Adele now, feeling herself begin to grow slightly sweaty with the heat of Adele’s body next to hers.
“Have you ever kissed a girl before?” asked Adele.
“No,” said Nadia.
“Neither have I,” said Adele. “But I like this.”
“Me too,” said Nadia.
With her hands stuffed into Nadia’s flannel pants, Adele stretched out the elastic band at the top of the pants and slowly slid them down over Nadia’s hips and ass, revealing her nakedness underneath. Nadia could feel a welcomed chill as Adele did this, her pussy moistening at Adele’s touch and their fervent kissing. She moaned quietly as Adele’s hands crept back up to her ass cheeks.
Reaching one hand around, Adele slid her fingers between Nadia’s thighs, her fingertips trailing over Nadia’s pussy lips and her palm cupping the furry mound up front. She rocked her hand back and forth, gently massaging Nadia’s womanhood, small trickles of wetness sliding out from between Nadia’s aching labia.
“Do you like this?” whispered Adele. “You can tell me to stop if you want.”
“No,” said Nadia. “Don’t stop.”
Adele slid two fingers between Nadia’s pussy lips, tracing them upwards toward Nadia’s clit, the lubricating wetness coming from Nadia helping in the movements. As Adele continued this passionate fondling, the two young friends continued to ardently kiss each other, their hot breath mingling and their faces both growing sweatier.
Nadia could feel herself becoming even more aroused, Adele’s pressured petting down below sending tingles through Nadia’s body and clouding her mind with lusty musings that she had never sensed before. With her arms around Adele, Nadia held her friend tightly to not only be closer to her but to also stabilize herself.
“Touch me, too,” said Adele against Nadia’s lips.
“Okay,” said Nadia nervously.
Nadia moved one of her hands down into the elastic of Adele’s pants and brought it around to the front. She tenderly combed her fingernails through Adele’s short hair, lightly scratching Adele’s skin. Adele squirmed as Nadia did this, but she did not stop her wet stroking of Nadia’s pussy. Nadia then moved her fingers down further, between Adele’s legs now, and mimicked Adele’s movements. She pressed her fingers between Adele’s lips and rubbed upwards, each rub landing on Adele’s clit before doing it all over again.
Cautiously and slow, Adele eased her fingers between Nadia’s lips and pushed them into her moist hole. Nadia bucked her hips back with Adele’s motion, emitting a long low sigh as the pleasure intensified. Without realizing it, Nadia’s own fingers stopped their caressing of Adele’s pussy, instead settling warmly and wet against Adele’s clit.
Adele pushed her fingers inside of Nadia, slowly pulled them out, pushed them in, pulled them out. Her movements were steadied and calculated. Nadia’s pussy throbbed, easily allowing the penetration but gripping against Adele’s fingers as she pulled them out, wanting desperately to keep them inside. As Adele thrust her fingers into Nadia, her palm rested against Nadia’s clit and mound and Nadia rubbed herself against the warmth of Adele’s hand.
Recognizing now that she was denying her friend attention, Nadia started to rub Adele’s clit in small, firm circles. Occasionally she would dip her fingers between Adele’s lips to gather some wetness, but soon returned to her clit. The soft pink flesh between Adele’s legs was clammy and moist, both girls feeling heated and stimulated and wet.
Nadia’s mind raced and her breath quickened. She dwelled simply on pleasuring her friend as she herself was becoming intensely pleasured. In her head, all she could think about was how much she loved this moment, this scene, this wonderful experience. It was insane, she thought. She was fingering another girl. But it was so perfect and there was no confusion. As Nadia heated further still, aching with desire and feeling herself close in on the ultimate ledge of pleasure, she redoubled her efforts against Adele’s clit, confidently pressing it as she fondled.
Adele noticed Nadia’s impassioned increase of attention and she followed, speedily piercing her fingers into Nadia’s pussy, her moist palm continuously bumping up against Nadia’s clit. Both girls moaned and panted, no longer kissing but resting their foreheads against each other. Almost in unison their hips grinded back and forth, they were sweaty with lust, and between their humid thighs they eagerly pleasured each other.
Suddenly Adele pulled her head back from Nadia’s and started to squeal with each pant of breath, her mouth dropping open, her hips thrusting even harder. She shook her head and squinted her eyes, a tear streaking down from one side. Nadia watched her friend as this happened, the pleasure obvious on her face
and in her motions. She knew Adele was coming and the excitement of leading her friend to orgasm aroused Nadia so much that she too felt herself begin to come.
“Augh!” called out Adele, her thrusting into Nadia ceasing though her fingers remained inside. Her other hand gripped Nadia’s arm tightly. Adele’s body trembled and she held it tightly against Nadia, her quakes transferring over to Nadia. Nadia began to shake with Adele.
Nadia moaned with each breath and she felt her mind empty. She too held herself against her friend and the two girls sighed and panted and writhed together, rubbing up against one another uncontrollably. Both girls removed their hands from between one another’s legs and simply held each other securely, rocking back and forth, sweaty and sticky and effervescent as they galloped through climax.
“Oh God,” exclaimed Nadia, burying her face into Adele’s shoulder. She kissed Adele’s neck lightly as the two friends hugged each other. Nadia’s flannel pants still hung half way down her legs, her pussy moist and pulsing, her hole gripping and releasing for something that was no longer inside of it. She could feel phantom penetrations.
As they lay there in each other’s arms, both Adele and Nadia felt relaxed and fulfilled, safe and loved. They cradled each other sweetly, nuzzling their faces into each other’s necks, both with a wide smile plastered over their faces. Nadia was bubbling over in her mind, entranced and in love, so completely contented by her friend’s pleasuring. She could not even consider any puzzlement or taboo at what they had just done. No terminology came to her mind. Instead, she just felt happy.
“Thank you,” whispered Nadia, her lips softly pushing against Adele’s ear. Adele moaned a muted, joyful sound and she snuggled deeper into her friend’s embrace.
Nadia began to drift to sleep, her thoughts only of Adele, delight spread across her damp, tired face.
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I NEVER THOUGHT college would be this weird. I mean, I was really excited about it leading up to the big move but I didn’t really know what to expect apart from what you see in movies. None of my close friends, of which I had few, went to the same college as me so it was like I was going off on this new adventure all by myself. Nobody knew me, I could reinvent myself if I wanted, I could be a totally new person and carve out a completely different path if I so chose. But once I got to school, I found that I simply couldn’t help but be me. Geeky, introverted, freaky me.
Nerdy Natasha. Lucky I ended up in the same small arts dorm with all the other nerdy outcasts and not in one of the huge student ghettos filled with roving bands of bleached bimbos looking for an easy target like me to sink their teeth into. No, as an English major I had been asked by some benevolent cosmic force if I would like to enroll in the residential college for Arts & Letters students and without even knowing much about the program I dutifully accepted. The program was called ALOHA, which stood for Arts & Letters Organized Housing Association, and it was a total lifesaver for a girl like me.
My dorm was quite small, being one of the oldest dorm buildings on campus, and was only three floors high as opposed to some of those much larger skyscraper dorms that peppered the huge campus of my midwestern farm school. It was like we had our own little sanctuary where we could just be us. All kinds were welcome but it was an overwhelmingly geeky atmosphere. I liked that. But, if I’m being honest, I wasn’t prepared for the level of geekiness. Much different than high school. These students had much more passion. More spunk.
The beauty about my dorm, Leopold Hall, was that the entire student population within its walls were ALOHA students. It really was like we were on some island. Some island for weirdos. Totally awesome.
So when I say that I never thought college would be this weird, I mean weird in a good way. Strangely exciting. Different. Filled with possibility and acceptance and with very limited, if any, judgment from peers. We were all just there doing our own thing. English majors and writers like myself, theater students, visual artists, the outcast art crew. It was a terrific amalgam of my university’s creative contingent and it was nothing like I had anticipated. Utopia, almost.
And the things that happened to me, well, I couldn’t have anticipated them either.
Each floor of Leopold Hall housed a different year of ALOHA students. So the freshmen like me were on the first floor, sophomores on the second, and juniors on the third. The third floor was much smaller than the other two floors and was all single rooms, rather than the doubles that the freshman and sophomores got. And generally that was fine because by the third year many students drifted away from ALOHA. I could see that it was a good program to start out in, to help you get adjusted to college life, but by the time you’re a junior you want to live off campus, spread your wings and all that. The way the years were laid out in the dorm worked out swimmingly. Girls on one side of each floor, boys on the other.
And my roommate, Whitney, was a blast.
“You know what’s awesome?” asked Whitney, sitting on the couch under our lofted beds wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, her dirty blonde hair twisted up tightly into a bun. Whitney was an outgoing theater major and I was happy to have been paired with her.
“What’s awesome?” I asked, sitting sideways in my desk chair, avoiding working on a paper for my English class.
“I felt like, in high school, most boys wouldn’t even give me the time of day,” she said, something I found hard to believe considering she was a pretty girl with an affable personality. “But here in ALOHA, all these boys are totally creaming themselves over me.” I couldn’t help but laugh at her.
“You’re a nut,” I said. Watching Whitney fuss with her hair, I couldn’t help but fuss with my own hair in mimic. While I was a natural redhead, freckled and all, I dyed my hair a more vibrant red because it made me feel fun. Following Whitney’s lead, I pushed my own hair up into a bun and tied it in place with a piece of elastic from around my wrist.
“What?” she said innocently, stifling a grin.
“I just don’t believe that you had trouble with boys,” I said. “You’re totally lying to me.”
“Well…” said Whitney, looking off sheepishly. “Maybe it’s just that I’m getting more attention here at college. It’s skewing my memory.”
“Exactly,” I said.
“I think I’m leaning toward Justin,” she mused, almost as though she were talking to herself. “He’s kinda beefy and brooding.”
“Eh,” I said in an unimpressed tone. “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean?” said Whitney. “He’s cute. He’s got that James Dean thing going on. Tight white t-shirts,” she said, almost giggling.
“You’re so damn girly,” I said. Even though I said this is a bit of a derogatory way, I actually loved how girly Whitney was. She kind of balanced me out. And I knew that she kne
w I didn’t mean anything by it.
“And you could take some lessons!” retorted Whitney with a snort, crossing her arms. “If you don’t think Justin’s cute, who do you like over on the boys’ side?”
“The boys’ side?” I asked, feeling a little put on the spot and cornered. “I mean, I don’t know.”
“There’s a lot of nerds over there,” Whitney admitted. “Can’t tear a couple of those dudes from their computer games. But there are definitely some hotties. You can tell me, Natasha. Who are you sweet on?”
“Whitney,” I groaned with embarrassment.
“Tasha,” said Whitney, impatiently awaiting my answer.
“I don’t know,” I reiterated.
“Fine,” she said. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to,” I said, slightly acquiescing. “It’s that I don’t know. None of them, I think.”
“What about Michael?” she asked. “He’s an English major, just like you. I like his long hair.”
“No, I don’t like Michael,” I said. “He’s fine, I mean, he’s a good guy. But I’m not, like, sweet on him.”
“People are already shacking up,” said Whitney matter-of-factly. “And a lot of the sophomore boys already have girlfriends. You’re gonna miss out, Natasha.” Whitney then had a brightening thought and her face lit up. “I bet you like a boy in one of your classes!”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” I said, standing up from my desk chair and wandering over to my closet. Opening my closet door up, I fished around inside to find my sleeping clothes. With a slight flutter in my heart, knowing that Whitney’s eyes were on me, I cautiously pushed my jeans down my legs and began to change clothes.
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