Mandy felt herself getting a little jealous but also a little excited. She leaned in to listen to Alexa’s story.
“It was nice,” said Alexa. “Because it’s fun being with someone who knows your body already, you know?”
“Instead of with a guy who’s, like, fumbling around?” said Mandy. Alexa laughed.
“Yeah, like that,” said Alexa. “I love guys,” she said. “Don’t get me wrong. But it’s kinda nice being with a girl sometime.”
“Okay,” said Mandy. “I understand.” She moved closer to Alexa again, and took the smoldering rollie cigarette from Alexa’s hand and puffed on it.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, though,” said Alexa. “It just felt right in the moment.”
Mandy felt now as though she had bumbled an opportunity. She sucked in on the cigarette and exhaled with a long sigh, looking off across the cliff, the last bit of light leaving the night.
“It’s all right,” said Mandy, setting the still-lit cigarette down on the picnic table. “Let’s try it again.”
“Yeah?” said Alexa.
“Sure,” said Mandy. “Show me.”
Alexa smiled and turned toward Mandy. She put her hands on Mandy’s sides and leaned her face in, placing her lips against Mandy’s. The two began to kiss tenderly. Mandy closed her eyes and let Alexa lead, placing her hands on Alexa’s bare thighs. They kissed like this for a minute or so, slowly and with mild trepidation, tilting their heads in opposite directions and then switching. A cool moisture was shared between their lips.
Finally, Alexa pulled back and both young women opened their eyes.
“Well?” said Alexa, smiling at her friend.
“That was nice,” said Mandy, wiping a bit of spittle off the corner of her lip. “It wasn’t much different than kissing a guy. No stubble, though!” Both girls laughed a little.
Alexa picked up the rollie and took a drag.
“Yeah,” she said, exhaling. “It just feels a lot softer.”
Mandy leaned in toward Alexa and began softly kissing her neck. In response, Alexa leaned her head back as she smoked the cigarette, letting Mandy explore. Moving up closer to her, Mandy wrapped her hands around Alexa’s waist and planted soft kisses on her neck, then to her throat, then to the other side of her neck, Alexa moving her head as necessary to allow Mandy the access she desired.
“Can I feel you up a little?” asked Mandy.
“Sure,” said Alexa.
Mandy let her hands go exploring, rubbing them up and down Alexa’s sides, on her back, and then she moved a hand forward and cupped the underside of one of Alexa’s breasts. She then palmed Alexa’s tit and gave it a gentle squeeze, to which Alexa responded with a subtle moan.
“I’m sorry,” said Mandy. Alexa laughed softly.
“No, it’s okay,” said Alexa. “I’m just enjoying it.”
Mandy moved her lips back up to Alexa’s and returned to delicately kissing her. The only sound that could be heard was the subtle smacking of their lips pushing off each other’s.
Alexa arched her back and stuck her chest out and Mandy took this cue, rubbing her hands up and down Alexa’s front, massaging her breasts lovingly. Alexa again moaned and instead of pulling back this time, Mandy increased and intensified her fondling.
“You’re a natural,” said Alexa, between kisses. “That feels really good.”
“I do love touching you,” said Mandy, reaching her lips out for another kiss. She felt herself getting tingly and she felt her pussy start to moisten and pulse.
“Do you want to go a little further?” said Alexa. Mandy stopped kissing and pulled back, looking at her friend inquisitively.
Taking the last drag of this cigarette and flicking it off, Alexa smiled warmly at Mandy with her eyes open and accepting.
“What do you mean?” said Mandy.
“Well,” started Alexa. “There’s nobody around here. Do you want to get naked?”
“Naked?” said Mandy. “I mean, I don’t know. I don’t know about that.”
“If you’re uncomfortable,” said Alexa. “That’s okay. We’re just having fun.”
“I’ve seen you naked before,” said Mandy. “And you’ve seen me.”
“Right,” said Alexa. “But I guess this is a little different.”
“I’m not sure I’m ready,” said Mandy. Alexa leaned in and kissed her once and smiled.
“How about this…” started Alexa. She reached out for Mandy and ran her hands up and down Mandy’s chest, settling finally on the button of Mandy’s khaki shorts. She adeptly unfastened the button, and then returned to moving her hands up and down and all around Mandy’s torso.
“Mmm,” sighed Mandy, tossing her head back slightly and opening up to her friend.
Alexa then ran a hand down Mandy’s shorts, leading with two fingers, and began to run those fingers over the front of Mandy’s panties, softly caressing Mandy’s pussy lips through the fabric of her panties. Mandy felt herself growing wetter down below, giving herself in to the lead of her friend.
“I like that,” said Mandy. “Keep doing it.”
Alexa leaned in and kissed Mandy’s neck as she tenderly massaged her pussy, gracefully tracing her fingers up and down.
“I’m going to go a little further, okay?” said Alexa. “Just tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable.” Mandy nodded, but kept her eyes closed, her chest heaving with her increasingly speedy breaths.
In a slowly movement, Alexa moved her hand up and then back down, entering the elastic band of Mandy’s panties, and softly ran her nails over Mandy’s pubes, giving a gentle scratch. Mandy moaned more audibly now and threw her arms over Alexa’s shoulders.
Next, Alexa moved her middle and forefinger down further and ran them over Mandy’s moistened pussy lips, back and forth, using Mandy’s wetness to assist as she glided over her. Alexa moved her mouth up to Mandy’s ear and kissed it, nibbled her lobe, and kissed again. She released a few hot breaths into Mandy’s ear.
“Don’t stop,” whispered Mandy. “I really like this.”
“I know,” cooed Alexa.
Mandy pulled back from her friend and braced herself with her hands on the picnic table behind her. She opened her legs up, placing one on the tabletop and the other on the bench. Alexa shifted Mandy’s shorts down a little to grant greater access and continued to fondle Mandy’s wanting lips, her own fingers growing more moist with Mandy’s juices.
Slowly now, Alexa eased her two fingers beyond Mandy’s lips, gradually entering her, first with her fingertips and then about half the length of her fingers. She slid them in and out, curling her fingers slightly in a “come hither” motion, gently dragging her fingers along the ridged front of Mandy’s inside.
With each thrust of Alexa’s fingers, Mandy emitted a low moan. Mandy lifted her hips up and gave herself to Alexa, enjoying the pleasurable movements more than she ever thought she would.
Alexa pulled her fingers out of Mandy’s pussy now and moved them slightly up to her clit, massaging it with her moistened fingertips, rubbing in a concentric circle, applying steady pressure. Mandy hiccuped once and then opened her eyes, giggling for just a moment.
“It’s good, right?” said Alexa.
“Yeah,” said Mandy. “It feels really good.”
Mandy gripped onto Alexa’s arm with one hand, keeping the other behind her to hold her up. She arched her back and stuck her chest out, sighing and letting out little whines as Alexa handled her. Then Mandy started to delicately thrust her hips up and down, matching Alexa’s rubbing.
“Don’t stop,” said Mandy. “Don’t stop.”
Alexa continued her massage, concentrating her pressure, giving an even and constant movement. She pushed herself up onto her friend and laid her head on Mandy’s shoulder, breathing against Mandy’s neck.
“Come for me,” said Alexa. “It’s okay, just come for me.” She kissed Mandy’s neck three, four, five times.
Mandy felt her toes g
o tingly and her bare legs began to catch a chill. The prickly feeling moved up her body until it landed on her now aching pussy. Her neck went limp and her head fell back, moan after moan leaving her gaping mouth. She went dizzy, she lost her breath, and her whole body suddenly warmed. Sweat on her brow, on the underside of her elbows, under her knees.
A slow build of emotion slammed into her all at once, and then it all came together. The blood rushing through her, the intense emotion, and continual gliding circular drive against her clit.
She was coming.
Mandy whispered Alexa’s name, then whispered it again but louder, then again even louder. She suddenly closed her legs tightly and started giggling, pulling away to one side.
Alexa took the cue and pulled her fingers out from Mandy’s panties. She brought her fingers to her lips and tasted Mandy’s juiciness.
“Mmm,” said Mandy, now opening her eyes to gaze at her friend.
“Was that okay?” said Alexa.
Mandy nodded enthusiastically.
Alexa lunged forward and embraced Mandy, squeezing her tightly, and starting to laugh. Mandy followed suit, hugged her back, and laughed as well.
“Nothing wrong with that,” stated Alexa. “And now we have the whole summer to explore together. Think that would be okay?”
Mandy nodded, smiling.
“I’m excited,” said Alexa. She reached to her sachet of tobacco and began to roll another cigarette.
There was contented silence, both young women feeling happy and fulfilled, eager for the experiences that lay ahead of them. The stars shown above them, lighting up the clear summer night sky.
They shared the cigarette, they laughed, and they kissed tenderly.
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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 s
aid. 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 knew 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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