by Simmons, NC
The unexpected filth spewing from Lena’s mouth, mingled with Lena’s muscular, sexually aggressive style, frightened Lenore, stepping her back from the brink of abandon. Lenore worried that her plan of seduction ushered forth a dangerous, twisted side to the roommate, a power she feared she could not contain.
But instead of assaulting Lenore, Lena bathed Lenore cat-like, licking and kissing Lenore over every exposed inch of skin. She teased Lenore, flipping and flopping the supermodel’s body, licking the back of Lenore’s knees, then her inner thighs, then her hips, then her ass, but never her pussy. After excruciatingly suggestive foreplay, Lena flipped Lenore back, grabbed Lenore’s tits, and crammed her face into Lenore’s pink.
Lenore’s body arched and shook, Lena’s love streaming into Lenore’s tunnel at the tip of the tennis pro’s quick-study tongue. Lena sucked Lenore’s labia into her mouth, pulling them and flicking them, jolting Lenore’s clit with every tweak, sending Lenore into the head-thrashing throes of pre-orgasm.
Lenore came, her legs twisting and clamping against Lena’s cheeks.
“Oh… Lena… Oh… Oh my God... Oh my God… Oh…”
Dragging her swollen nipples against her roommate’s stomach, Lena slithered up Lenore’s body. She kissed Lenore, oblivious to the supermodel’s blood smeared cheeks, and licked the Spanish seducer’s own juices across her lips.
The former temptress roused for the final act. Adrenaline surged into Lenore’s heart, the less physical woman turning aggressor. She grabbed Lena and lifted her, turning in a single move and throwing the Wild Child into the mattress.
“Now, my beautiful Wild Child… It is my turn!”
Lenore jumped to the end of the bed, mimicking Lena’s lines and methods. “So, my darling Wild Child... Let’s see how your body tastes before I eat... every… fucking… inch!”
Lena moaned as Lenore licked the soles of her feet, connected with her ankle, flip-flopping Lena back and forth, licking and kissing every exposed inch. Lenore echoed Lena move for move, groping Lena’s tits, licking Lena’s legs, inside, out, up, and down. She thrust her face into Lena’s pinking bush. The Wild Child screamed, an orgasm rocking her as Lenore’s tongue tormented Lena’s clit.
After returning the climactic favor, the two novices experimented, positioning on the bed to press their pussies together, once again licking each other’s feet and legs, grinding soft mounds together. With each separation, their pussies “popped,” making an exciting sucking sound as their juice-slicked snatches parted.
Every time the girls satisfied their urges, driving each other to another, more intense climax, one or the other would push forward, climbing back on top, kissing, groping, and licking to excite and arouse anew.
After hours of exploration, exhilaration, and exhaustion, the two horny grad students lay spent in a scissor position, beavers bumped together, caressing a lover’s foot as it lay against a brightly blushing cheek. They breathed heavily, neither one groping, kissing, or licking, each simply clinging in love.
Lenore struggled to speak, exhausted, sated, overcome with love. “Lena… Oh… My God… Oh my God… I cannot… I cannot think…”
Not in much better condition, Lena replied. “Oh fuck… Lenore… What did we just do? Did we… Oh fuck… Oh my God… Did we just…?”
“We made love, Lena… We just made love… Oh my God…”
“Fuck, Lenore… Oh my God… Oh my God… Oh my God...”
Lenore kissed Lena’s toes. Lena returned the favor.
“Lenore... What did you do to me? Did you seduce me? Did you finally let that freaky supermodel body loose on me?”
Lenore laughed. “Lena, dear, if I had known how truly wild you could get, I might have thought twice.”
Lena laughed nervously in reply. She lifted her head and noticed what looked like a blood smear on Lenore’s chin and cheek. “Oh my God! Did I hurt you, Lenore? You look like you have blood on your face! Did I do that? I can’t remember! I think I… I think I… I don’t know, Lenore… I just can’t remember…”
“NO! You did not hurt me, Wild Child! You absolutely did not hurt me! I broke your hymen, that is all. This is your blood, Wild Child, do not panic. I am fine. And do not EVER apologize for what you did to me! EVER! That was amazing!”
“But Lenore… I threw you around pretty hard… I think… Didn’t I throw you around?”
Lenore lifted her head, grabbed Lena’s ankle, and looked along Lena’s leg to catch her eyes. She smiled a dirty, nicely satisfied smile. “Oh yes, Wild Child... You really threw me around. AND I LOVED IT! That nickname suits you… You really are a Wild Child in bed!”
“But Lenore! I don’t even remember what I did! I What if I had hurt you? I would never forgive myself!”
Lenore jumped up, scrambling to grab Lena around her neck and shoulders, laying flat on Lena’s body, smothering her in reassurance. “You did not! Lena! Stop it! You did not hurt me! I wanted that! I wanted you to become wild with me! All you did was make love to me! You did not hurt me at all! You must never worry about that! And even if you were to become too wild, I would stop you. I promise you. If you ever get out of control I can stop you. I am strong enough.”
Lena’s eyes filled, panic and fear overtaking her post-sex joy. With her athletic arms and legs she enveloped Lenore, smashing their bodies together, realizing that during her debauched frenzy she lurched precariously between love and something much more dangerous.
A private trip through Hell unconsciously dogged the Wild Child even in the midst of overpowering love. She would never escape her “Psycho 16.” Even when making love to a woman she loved more than her own miserable life, she would never be free. “The Beast” wanted its freedom. If Lenore pushed the wrong buttons… Even in a moment of passion between lovers...
Lena wept. “Lenore! I just love you so much! I never want to hurt you! Please don’t ever let me hurt you! Please… If I ever get out of control, please stop me! I love you. I never want to hurt you!”
Lenore stroked Lena’s hair and kissed her cheek, speaking in a whisper. “Lena… Listen to me… I will protect you and you will protect me. I will stop you before you get out of control and I know you will stop me. We will never hurt one another. EVER!”
Lena kissed Lenore back, tears ebbing. “And I’ll protect you, Lenore. I promise you, I’ll always protect you. I’ll never let anyone hurt you. But… If I get out of control… If I lose control, Lenore… Just… Just…”
“Hit you with your tennis racket?”
Lena howled, letting panic and fear take a break. “Okay, Lenore! NOW you can get away with that one!”
Lenore grinned.
Kissing and stroking Lenore, Lena rolled the duo back and forth on the bed, embracing her first lover. “I’m never going to stop loving you, Lenore De La Fuente! Never!”
“And I will never stop loving you, Lena Sardi. Never!”
The women separated and crawled up to lie side by side on top of the comforter. They stared at the ceiling, clasping hands together and lying hip-to-hip. Lena lifted her leg and laid it over Lenore’s. Lenore sighed. Her fantasy finally came true. Lena’s powerful legs were finally, completely, hers.
“Lenore… I said things earlier… I said I was afraid of you. I’m so sorry. I’m not afraid of you, Lenore. I really love you. I love you so much.”
Ruefully, Lenore acknowledged the rightness of the Wild Child’s fears. “No… Lena… You were right. You should be careful with me. I know what you want in life. I have always known. You want a man. You didn’t want to be in love with a woman. I know what I could do to you if I am not careful. I know your heart too well. I know every one of your desires. If I am not careful, Lena, I could shackle you to my evil heart and destroy your life.”
Lenore rolled toward Lena with a reassuring smile. “But I will not do that, Lena. I will not let you shackle yourself to me. I will not let it happen. I promise you that. I would rather die than stop you from living your dreams.”
Lena lifted her hand to Lenore’s face and smiled. “Lenore… I do love you. I love you so much. I don’t know what I would do without you in my life. No more, ‘Icks-nay on the Ove-lay.’ I just love you!”
Lenore shook her head. “No, Lena… You were right earlier. We must not profess our love in public. So, ‘Icks-nay on the Love-lay’ when we are outside.”
Lena laughed at Lenore’s mangling of the Queen’s Pig Latin.
“What? What did I say?
“Don’t worry, Freaky Baby. It’s nothing. Some day I need to introduce you to the Three Stooges.”
“The Three Who?”
Lena smiled at the worldly-wise model’s lack of appreciation for the sillier things in life. “Never mind, Freaky. Some other time.”
Lena yawned loudly, her mouth gaping. Infected, Lenore yawned, but the composed, elegant, dignified graduate student brought a hand up to politely cover her pussy-tainted mouth.
“You know what? I’m exhausted, Freaky. I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to get some sleep. What time is it, anyway?”
Lenore rolled on top of Lena and kissed her. She glanced over at the clock. Her jaw dropped. Lenore hid her face in Lena’s cleavage and burst.
“What? What are you laughing about? What time is it?”
Lifting her head mid-laugh, Lenore broke the news. “It’s 2AM.”
“WHAT? 2AM? Are you kidding me? Are you telling me we’ve been at all this for four hours?”
“Yes, Wild Child, I think we have good reason to feel exhausted.”
Lenore stifled another yawn. “And before we go to sleep, if you don’t mind, I would like to change our sleeping arrangement.”
“Huh? How so?”
Lenore kissed Lena’s cheek. “It is time for you to protect me, my love.”
A confused Wild Child stared blankly at the woman on top until she figured out Lenore’s request. She smiled. “Ahhh… As you wish, my Freaky Baby. As you wish. Let’s get ready.”
The roommates sat up, climbed off the bed, and quietly prepared their chamber, smoothing bed sheets and stretching them taut. Without words, they picked up rose petals from the floor and scattered them on top of the covers, recreating a romantic mood in the room. The girls tip-toed naked through the apartment, blowing out the few lit candles that remained, gathering up more rose petals. Returning to the bedroom, they piled the rose petals atop the far side of the bed.
Lena and Lenore disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes to gather themselves, brushing hair, brushing teeth, and washing faces. Lena dampened a washcloth for a quick cat bath when Lenore grabbed her wrist.
“Lena, I hope this will not seem too strange, but… I would really like it if… I really want to…”
Lenore stopped and averted her eyes, embarrassed by the filthiness of her request. The Wild Child had dried blood between her thighs.
“You want us to go to bed smelling like we just made love, don’t you?”
Mortified at the nasty nature of her request, Lenore hid her face.
Lena tossed the washcloth to the tub, took Lenore by the hand, and led her back to the bed. Lena held Lenore back, lifting the covers and climbing to the middle of their magic carpet. Lena reached across her body and patted the bed by her side.
“Snuggle time, Freaky Baby. Come to me. Let me protect you.”
Lenore blew out all but one candle and climbed onto the bed. She slipped into Lena’s side, wriggling her body to position her head on Lena’s shoulder, just as Lena had snuggled against Lenore through four years at Paulson. Lena grabbed the edge of the covers and pulled them up around Lenore’s shoulders. She reached across her body and grabbed a handful of rose petals, scattering them across the lover’s fresh cocoon. As Lenore had done so many nights over so many years, Lena wrapped her legs around Lenore and ran her fingers through Lenore’s hair with her free hand, whispering over the sleepy seductress and kissing her forehead.
“I love you Lenore, I love you so much… I love you Lenore, I love you so much… Hush and sleep… Hush and sleep…”
Lenore’s breathing settled into a deep, sleepy rhythm. She pressed one last kiss to Lena’s breast before drifting off.
An intoxicating scent soothed Lena’s senses, pushing her eyelids closed for an overdue slumber. The sensuous allure of White Linen mingled with a heady, musky aroma of sweaty skin, sex-drenched pussy, and leftover saliva.
“I think we can… make this a…” Lena yawned.
“I think this is a bedtime… a bedtime… I could...”
Eighteen
October 24, 1984
Dear Diary,
I’M A MESS! I’m a major frigging mess! I can’t concentrate in class! I lost my appetite! I’m always sneaking off to the bathroom after class to masturbate because I can’t get Lenore out of my mind!
(Of course Lenore is usually sitting in the next stall doing the same thing because she has the same problem with me. So I guess we’re both seriously messed up.)
She finally did it to me! We got through four freaking years at Paulson and Lenore pretty much left me alone. All we did was make out and sleep together. It was all cool and safe.
Well not any goddamn more! Lenore used her freaky supermodel looks on me, got me naked, and now I’m obsessed! I’m obsessed with a FREAKING WOMAN!
Damn, Damn, Dammidy Damn-Damn!
Okay… I’m sorry. I know that screaming at you isn’t helping. I need to slow down. I need to talk this out and get rational. I can’t talk to anyone else about this, so you’re it.
I mean, this isn’t like when I was down 6-4, 5-6, 5-1 at the Open, or anything. I mean… That was humiliating. All I did this time was make love with international supermodel Lenore De La Fuente.
Wait a minute! WHAT AM I SAYING? I made love to frigging international supermodel Lenore De La Fuente! Aaaaahh! Shit! Shit, shit, shitty, shit, shit!
Okay… Okay… I have to stop screaming! I have to breathe. Maybe I should imagine that this IS like when Chrissy smacked me around at the Meadows? Maybe if I think about this like tennis I’ll get a grip.
Hmmm… Okay… That’s helping. Yeah! I’m down 30-15 and Chrissy has that look in her eye. She’s going for the goddamned ace again. She’s in the crouch. She’s popping high. Her legs are soooo sexy. Oh my God… Chrissy has the most amazing legs… Wow… I never realized just how thick they are. So sexy… Man… I’d love to feel those babies around…
Wait a minute…
SHIT! That is NOT helping. Chrissy is super-hot, too! Oh my God, she’s so frigging HOT! Chrissy’s eyes... Her legs… Oh my God…
NO! SHIT! Now I’m hot for Chrissy! Fuck! I AM a lesbian!
But I don’t WANT to be a lesbian, for God’s sake!
Okay. Okay. I’m just going to breath. Forget tennis. It’s hopeless. Everything is making me think about Lenore and sex. I can’t even put my lips to a bottle of water without imagining that it’s Lenore’s mouth or pussy.
I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. Lenore and me, that is. I just didn’t think it would happen so soon after starting grad school. I thought I might have a little longer before Lenore came after me.
I wanted separate apartments. Same building, different apartments. But NOOOOO… Freaky convinced me rooming together would be ‘safer,' that sleeping together in a single king bed would be just fine. ‘We managed in a twin for four years,’ she said. ‘I am certain we can make it through Harvard in a king. It will give us extra space in the bed.’
YEAH, RIGHT! You want to know what a king sized bed is good for when you have two over-horny, under-fucked, virgin girls living under the same roof?
Fucking! That’s what a king sized bed is good for! Fucking your roommate!
THANKS A LOAD, LENORE! Thanks for convincing me to buy a stinking king sized bed, you horny hussy!
Sorry, Dia
ry. I’ll stop screaming.
Anyhoo…
So Lenore couldn’t control herself any longer and she totally seduced me. That’s right. That little promise she made me at Paulson apparently had an expiration date stamped on it. She never told me the freaking promise expired after Paulson!
When she turned on that Spanish body of hers and tittie bombed me I couldn’t control myself! I caved! Oh God, did I give in! When I fell apart I went so wild, I got so physical with her, I could have hurt her! I can’t even remember some of what I did, but I know I threw her around pretty hard.
(And the sicko LIKED it!)
Oh my God! I can’t stop thinking about Lenore! Every time I open a textbook or pick up trash or wash my face or just watch TV I can’t get Lenore out of my mind. I feel her kiss. I feel her lips on my nipples. I feel her fingers in my pussy. She's wrecked me! She’s such an amazing lover she’s totally wrecked me. That Spanish dish wrecked me for every man I’ll ever meet!
Thank you Lenore De La Fuente! You frigging JERK!
I am NOT a lesbian, God damn it! I didn’t WANT to be a lesbian! I WANT a man! I WANT to be in love with a frigging hung-like-a-horse MAN! I want some smoking HOT, Chippendale, he-man to stick his big, beautiful dick into my pussy and get me PREGNANT! I want to get big and full and fat with a baby and I want a STUD to put it in there. Screw the artificial insemination! I want to get fucked by a REAL cock!
I didn’t want to be in a long-term relationship with a woman! Even if it IS a woman I can’t live without.
Oh God! It’s true! I can’t live without her! I’m totally, completely in love with Lenore De La Fuente! I MUST be a lesbian! But I’m not! Am I? I still want a man more than anything! Don’t I? But Lenore… Right now SHE’S all I want.
SHIT! Somebody help me!
Okay. Okay. I have to slow down again. I’m getting all light-headed. I must be hyperventilating. I mean, making love to my best friend, the frigging supermodel, it isn’t the end of the world, right? I mean, it’s not like…
