Truth or Dare: The Girls of St. Agnes (College Lesbian Erotica)

by Lana J. Swift

  The Girls of St. Agnes:

  Truth or Dare

  Lana J. Swift

  The Girls of St. Agnes:

  Truth or Dare

  Copyright © 2012 by Lana J. Swift

  Email: lanajswift@gmail.com

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  This story is intended for adult audiences only. It contains graphic detail of sexual situations and language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or used fictitiously.

  All sexually active characters portrayed in this work are 18 years of age or older. (r1)

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 1

  Tanya yawned noisily, stretching her arms and twisting her neck as the shower’s stinging needles of hot water drove into her back and streamed down her naked body. With a tired sigh, she closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against the cold tiles on the wall, attempting to wake up a little faster.

  It was early on a Saturday morning – far too early for Tanya’s preference – and she was getting ready for a college swim practice later that morning. It wasn’t one of the varsity team’s official practices, and she’d just as soon skip it if she thought she had a choice, but once again the team captain had talked her into “volunteering” to show up for help with her backstroke... and disappointing Mary was never a good idea.

  Pulling back the shower curtain and releasing a billowing cloud of steam into the cramped bathroom, Tanya squinted bleary-eyed through the shifting mist at the clock on her cell phone, perched on the edge of the sink. It read 6:13 AM. Such an ungodly hour to be awake on a weekend. She had barely an hour to finish washing, get dressed, cook and eat breakfast, pack a lunch, and finally drive all the way to campus – a good twenty minutes away from her shared apartment.

  Having turned eighteen this past summer, Tanya was in her first semester at St. Agnes Catholic College, which, as its students liked to joke, specialized in the two fields least likely to convert into a lifelong career: athletics and the arts. After nearly going bankrupt in the 90s due to a highly publicized scandal involving risqué performance art, the small college had been rescued by a large donation at the turn of the millennium, spurring the construction of new facilities and helping attract more prestigious staff. Within the span of two years, the once ridiculed institution had transformed into one of the eastern seaboard’s leading academic destinations – at least according to the official and rather flowery brochure.

  Pouring a daub of liquid body wash on a well-worn loofah, Tanya stepped out of the hot shower spray and lathered her back. She didn’t really need to clean herself, especially since she was going to spend the rest of the morning in a chlorinated pool, but she knew the familiar ritual would help wake her up. She hadn’t slept at all well last night, studying late and stressing over a major economics exam on Monday.

  Tanya envied her socialite girlfriends: they’d probably get to sleep in until ten or eleven at least. Of course, chances were they stayed up even later then her at that dumb fraternity party, getting drunk and doing god-knows-what-else. She could have gone with them, and she might have even had a good time, but Tanya was shy and just a little bit geeky so she rarely bothered with such things. She knew her social life could use a good kick in the pants, but rationalized her behavior by telling herself it was still early in the school year and she simply hadn’t settled into the rhythm of college life.

  By now Tanya’s habitual washing had reached her waist, the sudsy loofah idly scrubbing over her toned stomach and the front of her thighs. Automatically she pushed it between her legs to lather her vulva, but the abrasive surface scraped her tender clit and immediately made it harden; the harsh friction generating sharp, tingling shocks strong enough to make her gasp in surprise – and unexpected arousal.

  Having dragged her tired self out of bed only five minutes ago, Tanya recalled having a fitful sex dream... but couldn’t remember specifics beyond the fact it had been entirely unsatisfying. Walking around half-asleep ever since then, she hadn’t realized just how horny she was – and although she’d ordinarily have no problem taking a moment to satisfy such urges, on this particular morning she knew there really wasn’t enough time.

  And yet...

  Using her free hand, Tanya cautiously pressed her middle finger over her soapy cleft, allowing it to find its way between her labia and along her slit, curling past the narrow threshold of her sex and settling into the warm depths of her virgin canal. Wiggling the tip and pressing firmly on her clit, Tanya’s pussy tingled welcomingly, radiating soothing waves of pleasure that made her smile for the first time that morning.

  ‘Maybe I have enough time for a quickie,’ she thought to herself with a smirk.

  Using her index and ring fingers to help separate and pull on her labia, Tanya rubbed her hand in long, smooth strokes over the soft bulge of her pussy. She thrust her slender middle finger in and out of the tight hole, palm mashing against her aching clit and pulling the skin of her hood up and down in constant stimulation.

  Allowing the loofah to drop to the bottom of the tub, Tanya closed her eyes and returned under the driving shower spray, groaning as the hot water flowed through her curly auburn hair and over her athletic body, a thin film of soap rinsing off her skin and swirling down the drain. With her newly free hand she grasped the pert handfuls of her small breasts, squeezing and pinching the puffy red areolas and making her sensitive nipples harden. Planting her feet apart and bending her knees, Tanya angled her pelvis upwards so she could hump harder and faster into her hand, clenching her buttocks and forcing the penetrating finger to plunge ever deeper into the fleshy embrace of her throbbing cunt.

  Just then, the shrill sound of Lady Gaga filled the tiny bathroom and Tanya groaned loudly, eyes blinking open in annoyance. Turning around awkwardly with a finger still buried inside herself, Tanya yanked the shower curtain open and glanced at her cell phone. By the smiling photo on the screen it was Mary calling, probably to make sure she was awake and getting ready. She’d have to call back within a few minutes, or Mary would keep trying to reach her.

  Grudgingly removing the pleasuring hand from between her legs, Tanya jerked the curtain closed and bent down to pick up the discarded loofah from the bottom of the tub. She really didn’t have enough time for a proper, satisfying come anyways – not if she still wanted to get to campus on time.

  Working up a fresh batch of lather, Tanya resumed her ritual washing and tried very hard to ignore the incessant tingling of her swollen and now very disappointed sex.

  She’d just have to live with being a little bit randy for the rest of the day. It wouldn’t be the first t
ime...

  Chapter 2

  A total of eight members of the St. Agnes College Women’s Swimming Team showed up that morning, coincidentally the exact same mix of faces that Tanya remembered from the previous weekend.

  If this were a normal practice the entire team would have attended, consisting of twenty-two energetic girls plus two coaches, but a few of the more committed members had come up with the idea of optional practices for when there were no other scheduled events. Initially the college board denied the petition due to a lack of available supervision, but the girls persisted and ultimately succeeded with one caveat: as they would be alone, at least one teammate would need to stand watch over those in the water. Naturally, this condition lasted for all of three practices before being forgotten.

  Tanya and the others gathered bright and early at one of several indoor lap pools located in the college’s state-of-the-art aquatics complex. Mary, the assertive and outgoing nineteen-year-old team captain, had booked the Olympic-sized pool in room “C”, which was one of St. Agnes’ newest and most prized possessions, housed in a dedicated space built very much like a small gymnasium with a high metal trussed ceiling, exposed ducting, and bright sodium lights. Three giant arched windows dominated the wall at the far end of the pool, all of them outfitted with automatic motorized blinds to block out the glaring morning sun. Along both sides of the pool were banks of bleachers for spectators, currently compacted against the walls for cleaning later that day.

  After socializing, warm-up stretches, and some horsing around in the water, Mary took control by running a series of swimming drills. With the first major divisional competition of the season approaching next month, she was keen to help everyone work on their individual weak points. In her mind, practice would eventually make perfect, and she was determined to attain as close to perfection as possible.

  With Mary’s demanding coaching the morning passed by quickly, culminating in an intensive 20-lap backstroke race around noontime, after which they broke for a well-deserved lunch in the large open area by the front of the pool.

  Tanya, who excelled at the breaststroke but, after coming in second-last, definitely needed extra work on her backstroke, sat at the end of one of several wooden benches along the front wall, munching on the bagged lunch she had prepared earlier. A few of her teammates sat along the same bench while others lounged casually on the tile floor. The atmosphere was lively and energetic, everyone still buzzing with adrenaline from the race and chatting about boys and the latest campus gossip.

  Finishing her ham and cheese sandwich, Tanya brushed the crumbs from her fingers and checked under the towel draped around her shoulders. Her standard-issue one-piece swimsuit was now completely dry, which reminded her that they’d already spent well over a half hour on lunch and chitchat. She was just thinking about jumping back into the pool when Mary stood up and called for everyone’s attention.

  “Okay, so who wants to finish playing ‘truth or dare’?” asked the sophomore brunette, her bright green eyes sparkling with anticipation.

  This was just like Mary – always coming up with new ways to keep everyone busy and interacting, even if no one but her was comfortable with the method. She’d pulled the ‘truth or dare’ trick last week after practice, but had been interrupted by the cleaning crew before much of anything happened. This week she was starting an hour earlier, obviously determined to get further into the game.

  All seven girls groaned, knowing full well where her questions had been heading last week.

  “Aren’t we all a bit old for that kinda thing?” mumbled Becky with a mouthful of protein bar, crumbs spraying everywhere. The nineteen-year-old redhead and star powerhouse of the team was reclining on the floor next to where Mary was standing, looking up and pouting in the hope that Mary could be persuaded into changing her mind.

  The group murmured in agreement with Becky, but as team captain and student council president Mary wasn’t about to take ‘no’ for an answer.

  “C’mon girls – how can we seriously compete as a team if we aren’t proper friends? And what better way to do that than to swap secrets so we can get to know each other better! It’s all for team spirit!”

  “But it’s not like the whole team’s even here,” whined Becky. A bit softer she added, “And I don’t see how knowing if someone’s a virgin or not helps anything.” Becky was referring to the uncomfortable ‘truth’ question she’d been asked at the end of practice last week, and hadn’t yet been compelled to answer.

  “You know the eight of us are the best,” countered Mary. “The others just don’t have the same kinda commitment. I mean where are they now, or last week, or the time before that? It’s up to us to carry the team, and that takes a bigger effort, right? And besides, does your BFF know the answer?”

  The redhead remained silent for a moment before looking down and pursing her lips. “Yeah,” she admitted reluctantly.

  Mary’s face beamed in perceived victory. “See, I told you: real friends share things like that with each other. It’s a part of what keeps you close together. All I want is for us all to be best friends, so we can seriously kick ass in Chicago next month and win St. Agnes another banner!”

  Eight pairs of eyes automatically looked up at the ceiling where several dozen championship pennants hung from the trusses, fluttering slightly from the air circulation system. The upcoming competition would be the first opportunity for this year’s team to earn a pennant of their own.

  “Now c’mon, let’s just play a few rounds before we get back to the pool...”

  The girls groaned again, but Mary had already put her foot down and this team was definitely not a democracy.

  On the far end of the bench Tanya fidgeted nervously, sweat beading on her forehead. Last week she hadn’t been asked anything, so she was sure someone would single her out today. She really didn’t want to have to admit in front of all these girls that she was still a virgin, even if it was a sin not to be, because socially that was an even bigger faux pas. Even Tanya’s three closest girlfriends had all boasted to have “done it” already... although they were vague on details and she did have her doubts. Sexual stuff like that was just so embarrassing to talk about!

  Mary flashed a wicked grin towards Becky. “So c’mon Becky, I’m sure we’re all waiting with baited breath. Are you a virgin, and if not how many boys have you hooked up with?”

  Tanya was sure that Mary had already heard the rumor floating around campus that Becky was an “easy lay” and was fishing for details. Mary, for her part, was rumored to have rejected every boy that asked her out, so she was considered either a prude or a dyke. Going by the general school atmosphere, Tanya wasn’t sure which was the worse label.

  With the entire group staring at her expectantly, Becky’s pale white complexion turned a deep shade of red that almost completely obscured her abundance of freckles. Not wanting to look at anyone directly, she stared at her legs and replied in an undertone, “No, I’m not a virgin.”

  “And?”

  “Isn’t that two questions?”

  Mary’s face fell in exaggerated disappointment. “Oh c’mon, Becky,” she coaxed soothingly, “it’s really no big deal. Everything’s just between us girls, right? So who else here isn’t a virgin? I’ll say right now that I’m not.” Emphasizing the point Mary raised her hand and looked along the line of uneasy faces, expecting other hands to follow.

  At first everyone sat motionless, processing what Mary was asking and had just admitted, but then Jaden, a gorgeous and athletic nineteen-year-old black girl sitting on the floor across from Tanya, tentatively raised her hand.

  A few seconds later a surprise hand went up – that of Sam, the youngest and smallest member of the group at eighteen years old and barely ninety pounds soaking wet. She was half-Japanese and half-Caucasian with a pleasant, oval-shaped face and extremely petite figure, gifted in both mind and body: not only did she excel at her classes, but she also swam like a fish and could stay submerged w
ithout breathing for longer than anyone else on the team.

  Mary’s eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise. “Really, you Sam?”

  Sam nodded, looking a little embarrassed and mouthing “just once” silently.

  Tanya glanced at Amy, Ariel and Emma the three other girls that, like her, had not raised their hands and thus involuntarily admitted their virginity. She met their eyes and smiled, secretly pleased with the knowledge that she wasn’t alone in her “situation”.

  This was a Catholic school, after all – everything they’d been taught said they should remain innocent to the ways of the world until marriage. Admittedly, Tanya had found serious caveats to how practical those teachings really were – what with her rampant hormones dictating that much of her personal time be spent on activities considered far less than virtuous. Stupid horny body! But even the need to constantly satisfy an overactive libido didn’t mean she was about to jump in the sack with the first guy she met, since she wanted her first time with a partner to be something special – something to remember fondly for the rest of her life. Until then, diddling was working out just fine.