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Zoey and Me Ch. 02

By: HereKumsKatie



So I got a lot of nice comments and a few nice emails about my first time with Zoey (which was also my first time with another girl, too) and I guess I should write some more about what happened with her because people seemed to like it. I know I am not a very good writer but I hope to get better and this is sort of like practice for me, okay? So please be nice in your comments if you like the story and if you don't like story, please just go read someone else's, okay? I'll keep trying to get better as I go along. 

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I remember being really confused after that afternoon with Zoey because so many different things had happened that were new to me and I couldn't stop thinking about any of it. It's funny thinking back about it now because now things are so different for me. But I remember being really turned on about what had happened and confused and sort of scared because I knew I didn't want to be a lesbian but I really had a lot of fun with Zoey and I wanted it to happen again. That was the scary part: knowing I wanted it to happen again. I don't know. I remember feeling confused, scared, horny and really alone about it, too.

I felt alone because who could I tell about it? I wasn't going to admit what had happened to anyone because that would be like announcing I was a lesbian. So much had happened that first time with her. I remember trying to sort it out. I would think about her kissing me and how different it felt kissing a girl and how much I liked it and that would scare me and I would stop thinking about it. Then I would get a mental picture of how I saw her on her bed playing with herself and that would get me worked up again because I knew what she was doing to herself. 

I think the best and worst parts after that first time were the times when I would play with myself. It was best because I couldn't stop thinking about Zoey and her cute little nose and all over tan and the things we did and I would have these amazing orgasms as I played with myself and wished she was there to watch or help or do it to me. The worst part was how I knew I was thinking about another woman the entire time I was playing with myself and I didn't want to be a lesbian. 

I fucked a friend of mine two nights later. He was just a guy I knew from one of my classes and he was sort of cute in a geeky sort of way. I remember I threw myself at him, nearly raping him in his room because I wanted a dick inside of me so bad to make sure I was still straight. He was stunned, appreciative and pretty good in bed, too! But the most important thing for me was reminding myself that I still liked being with a man and I did and that sort of made things about Zoey less scary because I knew I could always go be with a guy. 

After that first time with Zoey, I can't remember if I was avoiding her on purpose or if it just worked out that way. The afternoon we were together was a Tuesday afternoon. The night I did my friend was a Thursday night. So, it was Friday night before I saw Zoey again. It was after classes were over and I was in my room. Lindsey, my roommate, was still at her work study job. I had the door to the bathroom closed because that's what Lindsey and I usually did. I remember wondering if I had time to play with myself before Lindsey got back when there was a knock on the bathroom door, I opened it and Zoey was standing there.

"You alone?" she asked looking sort of nervous and unsure of herself. I nodded and I can remember feeling the same way. Zoey walked into my room and shut the bathroom door behind her so it was just me and her standing in that short hallway that leads to my room. She leaned against the bathroom door and held on to the handle as if it was a lifeline or something. "I just wanted to know if everything was okay between us."

"Yeah," I remember saying. "It's cool." And I felt really awkward and stupid. 

"Okay, well, if it means anything I've haven't told anyone," she said. Her pretty blue eyes were looking up at me and I could remember how it looked to see her blue eyes and cute, perky nose poking over my pussy.

"Okay," I said because I didn't know what else to say. She blinked hard and the expression changed on her face from looking sort of nervous to looking more disappointed. She gave me a smile that looked brave but her eyes didn't look as if she meant it. Then she opened the bathroom door, stepped to the side and started to slide inside the opening of the half open door and I knew it wasn't a good thing to let her go.

"You want to get dinner?" I asked and then her smile lit up her entire face. Freshmen were required to have a meal card for the cafeteria so I knew she had one. It wasn't a dinner date, it was just going to the cafeteria on campus, but at least we weren't saying good-bye to each other. She nodded her head, looking bubbly and bouncy again and said she had to grab her card. I remember checking my face in the mirror while she was gone and wishing I had time to put on lipstick or something. Instead, I touched up my hair and she came back and we passed Lindsey in the hallway. Thank God, Lindsey said she didn't want to have dinner with us!

Dinner is a blur to me. I can remember how I kept looking at her when she was in line in front of me. I kept noticing her cute little bubble butt and thinking about how she looked when she was naked and how she liked to play with her butt. I noticed the curve of her hip and I wanted to put my hand on her. When we sat down to eat, I kept looking at her chest. She was wearing a blouse that showed off her tits and I knew her tanlines didn't end where her bra started and I kept reminding myself to look at her face. I know we talked about boys and it's funny remembering back to it now because that's sort of how I was looking at her. I was looking at her the same way I check out cute guys on campus, noticing how they walk, their tight butts, the way their hips swagger when they walk, all that kind of stuff.

We went back to our suite and she followed me back into my room which made me happy. Lindsey was home and packing. I had forgotten she was going home for the weekend. The three of us talked and laughed while she packed. 

We were alone in my room and when we were done laughing the awkwardness returned. We were sitting on my bed, not quite next to each other, but close. I asked what she was going to do that weekend and she said, "Just study and stuff, what about you?" 

"Play with myself, a lot," I blurted out.

Zoey's smile got really big when I said that. "Can I watch?" she asked. I nodded and she got up and moved to my desk chair. "If Beth's not in the room, I can get my toy," she offered. I shook my head and started rubbing one of my boobs. I was nervous, but I wanted to do this and rubbing my chest in front of her felt funny. She watched my hand before looking at me and smiling. "You are so pretty," she said. 

"I'm plain," I said because I never thought I was that pretty. Zoey was really pretty in that cute, cheerleader way. I know I'm not ugly or anything. I'm okay, but not as pretty as she was. 

"No way, you're hot in that exotic way. I love your lips." I have really full lips. "And you have pretty eyes." My eyes are greenish most of the time. "And I like that shave down there." I don't shave all way down there. I keep a landing strip because otherwise I think it looks sort of funny. 

"I don't shave like you," I said. Zoey shaved all the way bare and I liked how it showed off her smooth, even tan. I worked my hand inside my t-shirt and beneath my bra. I was playing with my nipple in front of her and my nipple was really hard. I couldn't believe I was doing that in front of her. I was getting really wet , too. 

"You should take off your shirt," she said with a twinkle in her blue eyes and a mischievous smirk on her face. I remember how she sat in my chair, watching with an excited look on her face, but not doing anything to herself. She had her legs crossed. I remember looking at her tan thigh. She had an arm wrapped across her tummy and held her wrist with her other hand, just looking as casual and comfortable as if nothing special was going on. I took off my shirt. Having my bra bunched up didn't make any sense, so I took off my bra, too. "Fuck, you have great nipples."

"Thanks," I said, playing with the same one again. I'm right handed, so I usually cross my right arm across my chest and play with my left nipple. I did that for a while before playing with both of nipples, holding my arms like chicken wings so I could touch my right nipple with my right hand and my left nipple my left hand. 

"Are you getting wet?" she asked. I nodded. "Me too."

"Are you going to get naked, too?" I asked. She shook her head.

"Not yet. I want to just watch you do it, is that okay?"

"I guess," I said, feeling on display and liking it. "Is it okay if I get naked?" She nodded and I took off my shorts and panties before arranging the pillows on my bed. I put a bunch of pillows behind me so my bed was more like a sofa than bed. I was really excited and my hand went between my legs before I really thought about what I was doing. 

I won't lie. It felt really funny being naked in front of her. It felt funny touching myself in front of her. But it felt funny in a good way. She wanted to watch. I could see it in her eyes and the way her eyes kept looking over my body. She would look at my tits and then between my legs at my two fingers rubbing in a tight circle around my clit and then up at my eyes to see that I was watching her and I guess to see my reaction to being watched. "Was I really your first girl?" I asked. Zoey nodded.

"I always wanted to try it, but you were my first. I want to do it again, too. I want to taste you." I held out my fingers to her. She smiled, leaned forward and sucked on my fingers. When she leaned back, I went back to touching myself in that tight, tiny circle that always feels best. "You should play with your butt, too," she suggested.

"Like you?" I asked; giggling because I knew it was something she liked. 

"It feels good, doesn't it?" she asked, sounding defensive.

"It felt good when you did it to me," I admitted wondering if I could do it in front of her. 

"Do it," she whispered and I didn't have a choice anymore. I knew I had to do it, for her if for no other reason. I pulled my heel on the edge of bed, reached around my thigh and poked a finger inside my butthole. "Rub your pussy, too," she said. I had to use my left hand which felt like my wrong hand, but I did it. I fingered my butt with my right index finger and rubbed at my pussy with my wrong hand while she watched. There was a hungry look in her eyes that looked like how I felt. I was really excited and I couldn't hold back my orgasm and I didn't want to, either. That was how I was when I came in front of her, rubbing my pussy and fingering my own butt. I came. It was sort of a smaller orgasm but it still felt really good. I can remember it was a smaller orgasm because I can remember how I felt after it happened. I knew I wanted to have another one right away and it was difficult for me to stop. "I want to taste you," she said, sliding off the chair and moving to the floor between my legs.

"Get naked first," I said, desperate for more to happen with her.

"Can I do it like this first?" she asked. I didn't understand why it was important to her, but I didn't really care. Not once her hands touched my thighs and she leaned forward with her head and started licking me. For some reason that I didn't understand back then, it meant something for her to go down on me while she was still in all of her clothes. She licked and fingered me and fingered my butt, too, and she made me come even harder than I had made myself climax. When she was done (I guess it's when we were done, since I was the one who just had an orgasm), I pulled her on top of me and we kissed for a long time. Her lips tasted like me and I remember how good that felt. But what was confusing to me was the way she kept pushing my hands away when I tried to undress her. I could grab her, like grabbing her bubble butt or her tits, but as soon as I tried to do more than grab at her, she would stop me and push my hands away. 

"Come on, just let me touch you," I remember telling her. I wanted to lick her tits and go down on her, too. I only went down on her once on Tuesday and I wished I had done it more than that but we had run out of time.

"Not yet," she said, giggling and squirming away from me. Zoey climbed off the bed and stood in front of me for a moment. She played with my tits and kissed me again. She allowed me to play with her tits through her shirt, but nothing else. "Okay, I'll be right back," she said.

"Where are you going?" I asked as she walked towards the bathroom door.

"To my room. Wait for me, okay?"

"Okay," I said, confused. She opened the bathroom door, which worked as a pass-thru from my room to hers. I thought she might need to go to the bathroom or maybe she wanted to get her toy or something, I don't know. I remember lying on my bed, looking at the closed door and waiting for her. And waiting. 

Don't ask me how long I waited, because I can't remember. I didn't look at a clock because I didn't expect her gone for long. I remember lying there naked and horny and excited and watching that stupid door. I remember playing with my tits. I was so excited. I pulled and twisted on my nipples, trying to keep my hands away from pussy. I kept squirming, holding my thighs together and wanting to touch my clit. I was on the ragged edge of an orgasm and would boil over the moment I touched myself. I can remember how my clitoris was aching for me to touch it again and I knew that's all it would take; one touch against my clit and I would explode with an orgasm. That's when I heard the knock at my front door. I looked at the bathroom door, wondered what I should do when there was another knock at the door to my room.

I didn't know who it was or what they wanted. I wanted them to go away, but after they knocked twice, I knew they wouldn't. I pulled on my shorts (without panties) and a t-shirt. I knew my long, hard, aching nipples were obvious through my t-shirt and I didn't care. It had to be someone looking for Lindsey was my guess. It would only take a moment for me to send them away. With the door at the end of the hallway between a row of closets and the bathroom, there wasn't a way for me to open the door a crack and stick out my head. I swung it open, surprised to see Zoey standing there. "Took you long enough," she grinned, pushing her way into my room.

"What happened to you?"

"Beth started talking and I didn't want to be obvious, so I had to make it look as if I was going out for night," she explained. That's when I noticed the backpack over her shoulder. "I told her I was spending the night with a friend." I laughed. We embraced and kissed in that hallway as the significance of her words sunk in. 

Pulling her hand, I dragged her to my bed, shoved her on top of it and climbed on top of her. We were kisses and giggles as I pulled at her clothes. She tried getting me naked, too, but I wouldn't let her. It's what she had done to me and I was determined to do it back to her. I stripped her all the way naked and did the thing I wanted to do the most. I dropped to my knees on the floor in front of my bed and ate her pussy until she had an orgasm. I can remember being so hungry for her pussy. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to shove my tongue as far up her pussy as I could. I wanted to feel her bald lips against my tongue. I wanted to taste her and prove to her (and myself) that I wanted pussy. It was hot, aggressive and raw sexuality. I was a pussy-eating machine, desperate to taste and please her.

"Oh fuck," Zoey moaned as I went down on her. "Oh yeah. So good. Yeah," she said, repeating appreciative variations of those words until all she could do was moan and orgasm. While I didn't want to stop, she pulled at me, pulling me on top of her and kissing me deeply as we held each other. "You're dangerous," she told me and I laughed. I knew what she meant. The hesitation between us was gone. We were together for a single reason, we both knew it and we were filled with the thrill of discovery. This time, when she pulled at my clothes, I allowed her to make me naked. We moved into a sixty-nine position and took turns making each other climax. I don't know how long we did that or how many orgasms we traded, but I know it was a crazy long time and crazy number of orgasms. I kept coming over and over. I remember keeping my head sandwiched between her legs, tasting and studying her as I ate her pussy. I licked at her clit. I tongue fucked her pussy. I poked a finger at her pink butthole and she did the same thing to me. My face felt coated with a mixture of her pussy and my spit. It was as if we couldn't get enough and we weren't going to stop until we did.

I was the first one to pull away. My clit had gotten too sensitive. My body ached for more, but I needed a break. I rolled on my back (because we had been lying on our sides) and squirmed away when she tried to keep going. I remember being surprised that it was dark in my room. In the time from when our sixty-nine began to that moment, dusk had passed and it was completely dark outside. I glanced at the kitty cat clock above my desk (the kind with the tail that swung back and forth) and saw that it was almost eight o'clock. I'm guessing, but I truly believe we had been each other's pussies for over an hour.

"Promise me you'll stay naked with me," I asked, sitting up against the wall of pillows on my bed. I rubbed my wet face, smearing the mix of her and me across my face, neck and chest. She looked as sloppy as I felt.

"I promise," she said and we kissed. "I never came that many times before."

"Me neither," I said, unable to resist caressing her chest. It was as if I needed to touch her naked body, to remind me that she really was naked and it was okay for me to touch her. She rubbed my thigh and we kissed again. "You're dangerous."

"Me?" she giggled. "You are!" We kissed again.

"Now what?" I asked, wondering how she wanted to do it next. Zoey's eyes slipped to the bathroom.

"I sort of need to pee," she said, looking worried. "But if I go into the bathroom and Beth has the door open to my room, she might see me."

I understood the problem and volunteered to go first. I crossed my room, opened my door and saw Zoey was right to be worried. Beth did have the door to their room open. I felt naked. Although it was a suite shared by four women, we seldom were naked around each other. I had seen Lindsey topless lots of times, but being topless around another woman isn't a big deal for girls. Sitting around naked or topless is a bit strange, but getting topless for a moment or two isn't and we were always wearing panties at least. I didn't need to pee, but I did need to shut the bathroom door for Zoey. I did it without making an announcement. It's one of those clunky little things about the way rooms were set up. Zoey and Beth didn't need access to our room, but Lindsey and I needed access to their room if we wanted to be able to work the thermostat on the wall in their room. I left the door to my room open, walked back into the hallway and waited while Zoey peed.

I don't know if first times are the best times. First times are fun because they are new, you know? But that night with Zoey still stands out for me with all the firsts that were happening. I don't know if I can describe it in a good way or not, but just seeing her walking back into my dorm room from the bathroom, seeing her naked and not trying to cover herself up felt so cool to me. I knew she was naked because we were going to have sex again. I knew she was naked because we had already had sex. As stupid as this might sound, it felt cool being naked for her, too. I was sitting on my bed, naked, excited and staring at her with eager eyes and she looked at me just as openly. I liked that feeling. I liked the intimacy of those few moments between seeing her naked and holding her again in my arms. 


Zoey and Me Ch. 02



It's funny how the simplest of moments bring back the best memories. I was leaning against my wall of pillows, watching her and thinking about how sexy she looked. Zoey the former cheerleader was tight, toned, petite and beautiful. Love feels like a funny word to use but it's the only word that describes how I felt about her pretty blonde hair, her mischievous smile and all over tan. She climbed on the bed and straddled my legs so she was sort of sitting on my lap or kneeling over me depending on how you want to think about it. What I remember most about that kiss was touching her naked body, feeling her breasts, playing with her nipples, running my hand down her bare back and cupping her tight, bubble butt. The fire burning between us was so intense!

Our kisses were an open mouthed epic of sloppiness, tongue lashing and lip biting. Our hands stayed in motioned touching and caressing each other. She played with my long, hard nipples, stopping our kisses ever now and then to what her fingers rocking and rolling my nips. I pushed her back, holding her my arms and kissing her nipples. I moved my mouth from one nipple to the next, flicking my tongue across them and trying to memorize the sensation of sucking another woman's tits. "I want to taste you," I said.

"Okay," she said, giggling. In her acrobatic way, she went from kneeling across my legs to standing in what felt like a single, graceful move. She stood over me, straddling my face and I laid my head backwards so her pussy was planted against my mouth. I can remember her hand cradling my head, her fingers lost in the tangle of my hair as she held my face against her pussy and I started eating her pussy again. I fingered my pussy as I ate her, rubbing my clit and I think I came first because it was such a sexy position. When she came, her knees wiggled but she kept her balance. I could look up and see her body. I could see her holding on to my wall her other hand as I ate her. I saw her face as her orgasm took hold and I felt proud and honored to be part of the experience. I grabbed her ass, holding her in place as best as I could and kept going until she came again and pulled away. "Fuck you're good at that," she said, collapsing like a rag doll next to me.

We kissed again, stroking each other's naked bodies and started talking while still having sex. She was rubbing my pussy. "Do you remember the first time you had an orgasm?" I laughed. I did and told her the story. It had happened in the shower for me. For her, it had happened in her bed. We talked about boys and made fun of their clumsy efforts at rubbing our pussies, complete with demonstrations on each other. "So, this is best for you, right?" Zoey asked, putting a finger on either side of my clit and rubbing in a tight circle. I squirmed. "What about this?" She kept two fingers around my clit but sort of jerked her hand up and down and that felt really good, too. "Okay, how about this?" And she used a single finger, sort of mashing down on my clit and moving her finger in a circle. That felt good, too. I played with her pussy, too, trying different strokes, some that included her clitoris and some that didn't. 

We laughed and giggled as we played and it was really sweet as time slipped away from us. We tried that scissors position you always see in porn movies, where the two girls rub their pussies against each other. It was fun doing that because our pussies were so hot and wet and slippery and it was cool rubbing against the other person, but it wasn't really a good position for creating an orgasm. "This just makes me horny," I told her and she laughed because we were both acting like completely slutty horndogs. We watched each other play with ourselves, sitting right in front of each other, each of us rubbing our pussies in the ways that felt best when we did it ourselves and we timed our orgasms so we were both coming at the same time. And those were our last orgasms of the night. 

We cuddled together on my narrow bed, throwing pillows to the floor until there was room for both of us. "Guess I don't have to worry about falling out of bed," she giggled. We kissed and fell asleep holding each other.

I remember waking up the next morning with Zoey's naked body against me. We were spooning like lovers with my backside to the wall and Zoey perfectly against my body. I caressed her chest, her flat stomach and the side of her thigh, admiring her and not really wanting to wake her. When she pressed against me, I knew she was awake and I kissed her neck. "Good morning," I whispered. She turned her head and gave me a sleepy eyed kiss. 

I made sure the bathroom door to her room was closed before we took turns peeing. We really wanted to take a shower together and did, but it was frustrating because we both knew how thin the walls were between the rooms and bathroom. We had to be quiet while we soaped each other up and bit back giggles. I loaned Zoey one of my towels. 

We wanted breakfast. Zoey was worried about Beth seeing her, since she had told Beth she was spending the night with a friend. "Who says you didn't do that already?" I suggested and Zoey agreed. We got dressed and went to the cafeteria for breakfast. As it turned out, we didn't have anything to worry about. If Beth was awake or doing breakfast, we never saw her. Zoey and I ate together, giggling like co-conspirators. Zoey wouldn't let me put on bra before we left and my nipples were poking through my t-shirt. "I think the girl at the register was checking out your tits," she whispered when we sat down. 

"Stop it," I giggled, though I did look to see if the girl was interesting looking. She looked nice, but she wasn't someone I knew and I had no way of knowing if she had really admired my boobs or not. After breakfast, we went back to my room. We had made my bed before we left and repositioned the wall of pillows so my bed worked as a day bed/couch again. I sat down, but Zoey gave me an odd look, as if I was doing something wrong. "What?" I asked

"I thought we were going to stay naked," she reminded me and I felt sort of stupid for forgetting. I stripped off my clothes and she did the same thing. We sat naked on my bed turned couch. I remember playing with her boob because I could. I mean, it was right there next to me and we were both naked and what else was I supposed to do? "What's Lindsey like as a roommate?"

"She's fine," I said, explaining how she was gone a lot because of her work study job and a different class schedule than me. "We don't really hang out, but we get along okay. What about Beth?"

"She's funny. She's like all back to nature and crap. She makes me recycle everything and you already know how she is about the lights and stuff." I nodded, I did. While we weren't old enough to know any hippie chicks, that's how I always saw Beth. Her corner of the room was decorated with Greenpeace posters and all sorts of "Save Your Mother" Earth crap. All of her shampoos and soaps were organic and only wore cotton clothes. She was always giving us flyers for events on campus for things. 

"She seems weird," I admitted because I didn't really know her.

"She is, but she's cool. She plays with herself like every night."

"You are so lying," I said, surprised Zoey would know that but she shook her head and swore she wasn't lying. I asked how she knew.

"Because I sleep right below her," she said. The beds in our rooms could be configured several different ways. In my room, Lindsey and I had kept our beds along the wall. Our desks were at the foot of our beds, facing the wall and sort of tucked in the corner. That's how the room came and we didn't change it. Lindsey had her side of the room and I had mine. But in Zoey's room, she and Beth had turned their beds into bunk beds and moved their desks against the opposite wall. Instead of their desks facing the wall, they had put their desks back to back. I thought it was cool because that meant when they were sitting at their desks, they were facing each other and could talk and visit without having to turn around like me and Lindsey were always doing. "She looks at a lot of porn on the internet, too."

"How do you know?" I asked because that made even less sense than guessing she was masturbating at night. Maybe she moaned or Zoey could hear something or I don't know. But with their desks positioned how they were, how could Zoey know what she did on her computer?

"The window is behind her and at night that window acts like a mirror. I can see everything she's doing online if I'm sitting on my bed. And if I'm lying on my bed, I can sort of see her screen, but I don't think she knows that."

I understood what Zoey meant because I understood what it meant to have a roommate. Having a roommate is an exercise in respect, which is why I think Lindsey and I kept our room sort of divided down the middle. When you're living with someone else, you have to respect their space and their privacy and that means you don't peek or pry. At least good roommates don't do that. It's like I said before about walking around the room naked, which is something we never did. No one wants to get a reputation or anything. 

I wanted to know more about Beth but Zoey asked me about Lindsey. "Do you think she plays with herself?"

"I guess," I said, though I didn't know. I knew she had a boyfriend back home and she would miss her boyfriend. I told Zoey how Lindsey said her boyfriend had a big dick but we didn't really talk a lot about sex stuff. "She's sort of private, you know?"

"Damn, sometimes I wish Beth was!" Zoey blurted out, laughing. "That bitch is crazy sometimes. She came on to me during our first week." 

"No way!" I said, startled by the revelation.

"Oh hell yes!" Zoey promised. "It was our second day and she just asked me, 'Do you want to have sex with me?'"

"Oh-my-God! And what did you say back?"

"I didn't know what the fuck to say. I mean, it was our second day, you know? I told I didn't think so and it freaked me out so much we never talked about it again."

"Was she serious?" I asked, pulling my hand away from Zoey's naked body. I don't know why I did that, but I remember doing it, as if it felt wrong asking her about sex with Beth while we were in bed together or something.

"I guess, I don't know. I mean, what would you have said?"

"No," I admitted, laughing at the answer considering the circumstances.

"Right, you know?" Zoey agreed and kissed me. She played with my tit a bit, not trying to get me excited or anything, just touching me intimately. 

"Do you want to have sex with her?"

"I don't know. I mean, I won't lie, I keep thinking about it but I never did anything about it. Then, well, this happened." She leaned over and kissed me again. This time she rolled my nipple between her fingers in a sexy way. I wanted to have sex again but I wanted to finish our conversation, too. "It's sort of funny to think about doing it with your roommate, isn't it?"

"I'm almost your roommate," I reminded her.

"Yeah, but I don't live-live with you, you know?" she asked. I nodded. I did. 

"But maybe that would be better?"

"Maybe if the four of us were doing it or something," Zoey said. We kissed again and this time our kissing didn't stop until we both had an orgasm. We didn't go down on each other that time. It just sort of happened. We were kissing and playing with each other's chests and while we kept on kissing our hands sort of slid between each other's legs and we played with each other until we both had an orgasm. It was the first orgasm of the day and I think it was an important one because it jumped started our sexiness. Zoey's like me, once she gets going, she can keep having orgasms and wants to keep having orgasms. It's not as if I can't do with just one, because I can and I do lots of times. But if I have the time then I want to have two or three or four before I'm all the way done. That's how I do it when I'm alone and if my boyfriend (or whoever since he doesn't have to be my boyfriend for me to do him) is cool with it, I'll have a couple of orgasms with him, too. 

"If you could do Beth now, would you want to?" I asked while we cuddled.

"Maybe," Zoey said, giving me a worried look that I kissed away. "Would it be okay? I mean, we're not dating now or anything are we?"

"I don't think so," I said and kissed her. I was glad when she kissed me back. "I mean, I really like this." I rubbed her chest.

"I really like you, too," she said, rubbing my chest. "I don't want to stop doing this."

"You like guys though, right?"

"Oh fuck yeah," she giggled. "You eat pussy better than any guy ever did, but you don't have a dick."

"You do," I said, thinking about her vibrator.

"Yeah, but that's not the same as a real dick."

"If you and Beth did it, I don't think I would be jealous or anything," I said, sorting out my feelings. Even then I knew I didn't want to be a lesbian, which is sort of funny because I was sitting naked with another girl. But I think what I knew was that I wasn't ready to give up dick. I don't think I could ever give up dick and with how my life turned out, I'm really happy because there is a lot of dick in my life, LOL! But when I think backwards to that Saturday morning with Zoey, I know I was confused because it was really fun having sex with her. She was so pretty and fun and, well, I liked the differences of being with a girl. Girls feel different. They taste different. And girls do it differently than guys. I don't want to say that guys aren't good at doing things because my husband and some of our friends are really good, too. But it's still different when you're with another woman because of what they say: only another woman knows how to do it. I don't think that's 100% true but I get what they mean because a girl notices the little things. Like how I like to rub my clit. Zoey picked up on that the very first time we were together because another girl knows there is more than one way to rub a clit and she will notice how another girl does it and either try it on herself or make sure she does it the same way to her girlfriend. 

Anyway, I'm getting off track with my story. Here's what I remember about that Saturday morning: I remember having a lot of fun with Zoey. I remember wanting to keep having sex with her but not wanting to be put in a box and only having sex with her. It's how I felt sometimes when I was having sex with a guy, too. I liked having sex with guy (okay, I love it) but just because I had sex with a guy once didn't mean I wanted to keep having sex with him and only him. Not at that point in my life. I don't want to be owned, you know? I want to be loved and appreciated because who doesn't want that? I want to know I have a friend who is my friend in a way that no one else could ever know or understand (that's the sort of relationship I have with my husband now) but I don't want to owned by someone where you're not allowed to do anything else that's fun because it's wrong or something. 

Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm doing it again. So, Zoey and me were sitting on my bed/couch and we had just gotten done fingering each other and I remember being really horny because it was my first orgasm of the day and I knew I wanted to have a bunch more that day. And I think Zoey was feeling the same way, too.

"What if I did it with Beth and I didn't want to do it anymore with you?" Zoey asked me, but I knew she was kidding when she said it. She was just being a bitch in a funny way.

"What if I did it with Beth and never told you about it?" I asked because I know how to be a bitch, too. 

"Oh-my-God, sad face!" Zoey said. "What if we both did it with Beth and she liked you better?"

"Then I guess I'd have to give you pussy eating lessons," I assured her and we laughed and kissed and started to have sex again but never really doing it before Zoey stood up. "Where are you going?" I asked.

"Nowhere," she said, except she walked over to the bathroom door and opened it all the way up. I stared at her with wide eyes as she walked back to the bed with an evil looking smirk on her face.

"Is the door to your room open?" I asked, whispering. She nodded. "Is she home?"

"Guess we'll find out if you start moaning loud enough," Zoey said and dropped to her knees and started eating my pussy. 

Like I said, I was really horny because that's what one orgasm does to me. It sort of jump starts my sexy and makes me want to have more orgasms. And the way Zoey was doing it by not even kissing me or anything. She just dropped right to her knees, shoved my legs apart and pressed her pretty face against my pussy and started eating me. I kept looking at the open door between my room and hers and I didn't know what to do. It felt as if we were having sex in the middle of an open field with a crowd of people standing along the edges with their backs turned to us. All anyone would have to do is turn around or glance over their shoulder and they would see her eating my pussy and see how excited it made me. This was back before I knew I was part exhibitionist and so it felt really sexy and new and different. I knew, if Beth was home, it would be so easy for her to peek through that doorway and catch us. I felt my heart pounding my chest because I felt so nervous, naked and exposed. The more nervous, naked and exposed I felt the more excited I got, too. 

"You're moaning," Zoey said, looking up at me from between my legs. "Do I need to get my toy?" I didn't know she had brought it but she made a play for her backpack on the floor and I guessed she had.

"No!" I said remembering how loud her toy could be. That was what had started all this because I had heard the buzzing of her toy when I was using the toilet and I had caught her masturbating.

"We didn't do this last night," she said licking her finger and then I felt her pressing her finger against my butthole and she slipped her finger up my ass.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out because I was startled by what she was doing. It wasn't the first time she had done it but she was right, it wasn't something we had done yesterday. She pressed her face against my pussy again and licked my clit while her finger worked in and out of my ass and again I watched the door knowing Beth could look at any time and even though she would be able to tell Zoey was fingering my butt she would still see that we were having sex and it was just too much for me. "Oh fuck!" I whimpered as I tried to bite back my words and stop myself from crying out loud with the orgasm that was boiling up inside of me. I grabbed a pillow and pressed it against my mouth but Zoey pulled the pillow away from my face just as I started to have my orgasm and I couldn't do anything about it. I don't think I was really loud because I've never been much of a screamer but I know I was moaning and groaning and making all sorts of "I'm having an orgasm!" sounds because that's exactly what was happening.

Zoey refused to stop eating me, too. I tried moving away from her except that I was weak from my orgasm and I really wanted to have another one. She followed me with her mouth and I gave up trying to move away. I moaned with the breathy sort of sighs that I usually make when I'm in that state of being ready for two or three back-to-back orgasms. I guess I wasn't being loud enough for her, because she started asking me questions.

"Tell me you like it," she said.

"I do," I panted, trying to keep my voice low but I knew I was talking a lot louder than her.

"Tell me to eat it," she said.

"No," I said back to her. I didn't want to say that but she told me again to say it. "Eat it," I gasped, louder than I wanted. "Eat my pussy, Zoey."

"Say you like it up the butt."

I shook my head.

"Say it," she insisted.

"My butt," I managed, too loud because another orgasm was crashing over me like waves on the beach. "Up my butt. My butt," I repeated, not making much sense because I was having an orgasm. "Fuck my ass!" And that orgasm was even bigger than the first one. Maybe it was too big, because I got sensitive after that and I danced away from Zoey trying to keep her mouth against my pussy. Each time her tongue stabbed my clit it felt like a jolt of electricity surging through me and making me jump farther away from her. "Stop it!" I giggled. "Damn it! Stop it! Enough!"




Zoey and Me Ch. 02



"I'll stop if you do me," she said and I nodded eagerly, anything to stop her from trying to lick my overly sensitive clit one more time. Zoey let go of me and jumped up to the bed. "Just so you know, I'm going to be really loud," she told me as she wrapped her legs around my shoulders and glanced from me to the open door. I wasn't even licking her when she began. "Oh yeah, Katie, that's it. Eat it. Eat my pussy!" Hell, she sounded like a porn movie and I can remember blushing as I pressed my mouth and tongue against her bare, shaved pussy lips. She had the beginnings of stubble in places that I didn't remember from yesterday and I thought it made things even more interesting. Being sort of mad at her because of what she was doing I wanted to get her back the best I could. I ignored her clitoris and sucked on the lips of her labia. I turned my head and kissed her inner thigh, making her squirm as I drew little circles with my tongue on her inner thighs. "Oh fuck," she cried out. "Stop teasing and eat me, dammit!"

I decided to behave. I moved my mouth over her pussy and began licking at her clitty. Her clit was a hard, slippery bump beneath my tongue and still in a playful mood, I played as I went down on her. I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked on it as if it were a little nipple or really small dick. I circled my tongue around it and explored doing it faster, slower, harder and softer. Zoey moaned as I licked her. She held my head and purred. "That feels so good." I made her scream out in an orgasm and like she did with me, I wasn't stopping until she made me stop. 

I kept eating Zoey's pussy knowing that the bathroom door that linked our dorm rooms was still open. I didn't know if Beth was home or not. I didn't know if she could hear us or if she would be tempted to check on us. The combination of things that could happen played in my head. What if she caught us? What if she brought a friend back to the room and both her and her friend heard us? Maybe she would join us? Maybe she would be shocked or surprised. The possibilities teased at me until I had to touch myself while I ate Zoey. I rubbed at my clitoris, circling around and around my clit and timing my orgasm to match hers. She was even louder and I matched her moans by moaning against her pussy.

"Enough," Zoey begged, sagging on my bed. "Please, Katie."

When I stopped, I glanced over my shoulder. I'm not sure if I was hoping to see Beth or relived not to see her. The bathroom door remained open. I stood up.

"Where you going?" Zoey asked.

"I have to pee," I said, dancing on tip-toes to the bathroom. I left the door to my room open. There wasn't a reason to shut it. I saw the door opposite from me standing wide open, too. Was it open because Zoey had left it that way? Was Beth in her room? I thought about calling out except I didn't want Zoey to hear me checking. There was only one way for me to know for sure. I peeked. I stuck my head into the room and didn't see anyone. What's more, all the lights were turned off, too. Sure the room was empty and feeling braver, I walked into the room to make sure Beth was sleeping on her bunk. She wasn't. I pulled the door shut, used the toilet and opened the door when I was done. As I thought about it, it didn't make sense that Zoey would put us at risk like that. "She's not there," I said when I came back to the bedroom.

"But she could have been," Zoey said.

"Maybe, but I think you knew she wasn't there."

"I didn't know-know, you know?" Zoey said, looking worried. "She could have come back." I nodded. She could have, except Zoey knew she probably wouldn't. "Are you mad?" 

I wasn't. I couldn't be and I told her as much. "No, but now you owe me," I said. I wasn't sure what she owed me, but it didn't matter. Whether we got caught or not didn't matter as much as learning something about myself. Having that door open, believing we could be caught; that had excited me in ways I didn't expect and I didn't understand. Zoey looked relieved. She rushed into my arms, kissed me and I knew I had found a special friend with a playful streak. But that will be a story for another day. 



Zoey and Me Ch. 03



I feel like I'm writing a historical diary or biography or something and it's fun remembering back so I guess I will write some more about what happened with me and Zoey because that was an intense time in my life. I want to write more about what happened when I met my husband, too, but that didn't happen while I was doing Zoey and no one seems to like that story as much as these stories so I guess I will keep going with more about Zoey. Thank you for excusing my sloppy writing because I'm trying to get better. Oh and there is a lot of butt play in this one, so fair warning!



Have you ever had so much sex in a weekend that you hurt afterwards? That was how I felt after that Friday night and Saturday with Zoey. The muscles in my tummy physically ached liked your arms or legs after a really deep work-out. We came so many times in those two days! We couldn't keep our hands off of each other and it was really sexy and fun and hot. If I tell you "we did EVERYTHING" I don't know if you would believe me but that is how it felt and I guess there were lots of things I know about now that we never did but I think most of those things are sort of weird and I wouldn't want to do them even now. Like fisting, we never did that and I still don't want to. And we never squirted, though I have other women tell me how sexy it is I don't know if that's something I need to do. 

Zoey and I made love to each other over and over. We had sex, regular sex, lots of times. Unless you think playing with each other's butts is weird, then I guess we did do something weird, but I don't think that's weird. When I think about whatever was weird or strange about those days with Zoey, I remember how open and honest and special it was. It was also raw and intense. We didn't just have sex we explored each other and I think that exploration was what made it special and stopped us from falling love with each other. We were like two best friends with a very intimate secret. We talked about everything and tried everything our dirty, young minds could come up with trying. 

We made up a bucket list of things we wanted to try though some of the things on the list weren't necessarily lesbian things they were all sex things, like having sex outside in a field. That was something I always wanted to do and I knew when I put it on our list that I didn't have to do it with Zoey for it to count. 

So what are some of the things that we did? It's funny to list them off but I will. We spent a lot of time studying each other's bodies because we could and that was really fun and sexy. I remember lying on my bed while Zoey experimented with different ways to lick, suck and play with my long nipples. I remember lying with my legs apart while she just looked at my pussy and rubbed or kissed or studied my lips and my clitoris and even my butt. I did the same thing to her, too. 

I think the most special part of those couple days were the conversations we had. It felt as if we talked about everything and even though we talked about everything, it felt as if we were barely scratching the surface of all the things we wanted to say. We talked a lot about boys because we both had the most experience with boys. We talked about guys who did things that felt good and laughed about guys who didn't know what they were doing. We didn't talk about my baby or that part of things much though I did tell her what my Mom had told me before I went to college, "Girls can't make you pregnant." We talked some about that until it got icky because who really wants to talk about their Mom's sex life? 

It feels funny to write this now but I asked Zoey while she liked playing with butts so much. She told me how she started with anal sex because she didn't want to get pregnant and because she thought she was going to save her virginity for her wedding night. That thought had never occurred to me in high school and I don't know if that's good or bad because maybe I wouldn't have a kid if I thought of that idea. I asked her what it was like to get fucked up butt instead of in the pussy and I could tell she really liked it both ways. Of course we had to try it and that was really intense. I remember kneeling on my bed on all fours while Zoey kept playing with my ass and it felt really good and it made every time she touched my pussy feel even better. She licked me and used her fingers and her toy and I came really hard and could see why she liked it. I told her I wasn't sure I would trust a man to do it right and that was when our list got started with the first entry: find a man to fuck Katie up the butt. I think it went without saying that Zoey would be there when it happened because that was our mindset at the time.

It was late Saturday night when Zoey sort of slipped up and told me she loved me. It was after we had more sex and we were cuddling and kissing and it just sort of slipped out the way it always seems to slip out the first time. We were holding each other and kissing and between kisses, Zoey said, "Fuck, I love you." It was soft and murmured but as soon as the words were spoken we both froze. "Oh-my-God, I mean, I love being with you!" she tried to cover and I don't know why, but I started laughing.

Okay, I do know why I started laughing, because I think I knew she didn't mean it in the same way that it usually means. I don't think she was saying she loved me and wanted to spend the rest of her life with me and we would grow old together and have little lesbian babies. For only being four letters, love is such a big word, but I'm glad she slipped up and said that because we talked about it. We talked about how we didn't want to be in love with each other. We talked about how we still wanted to fuck guys. Then we started talking about other girls and we both decided we wanted to try having sex with other girls, too. It was as if we formed a pact or a secret club with only two members and the first step to sealing the deal was going to be having sex with another woman.

"Do we have to do it alone or can we do it together?" I asked Zoey because I was unsure how the hell I would seduce another girl. Up until that Tuesday with Zoey, I didn't even know I wanted to be with another woman!

"I think either way counts," Zoey said and we started talking about who we wanted to seduce. We talked about our roommates, starting with Beth because she had asked Zoey on their second day together if they were going to have sex. "But I live with her, you know?" Zoey pointed out and I understood what she meant because that was how I felt about having sex with Lindsey. It wasn't that I didn't think Lindsey was pretty, because she was. If I'm honest I think it was because I didn't want to start having sex with Lindsey and not having sex with Zoey. That was when Zoey made another suggestion that felt really daring. "What if we seduce both of them?"

I remember laughing and saying, "What if they become a couple, too?" That turned out to be a good and bad thing to say because it ended up sounding a bit like when Zoey said she loved me.

"Is that what we are?" Zoey asked and I realized what I had said and what it could mean.

"Well, we're partners, right?" I tried. Zoey nodded and that word felt better. "But I don't think we're like girlfriend/girlfriend, are we? Is that what we're supposed to be?" Again, we talked about things in a way that felt funny because we were just getting started. Until we had sex on Tuesday, Zoey and I hardly knew each other because even though her room and my room were part of the same suite, we didn't really hang out with our other suitemates. 

"What's it going to be like living next door to me if we don't tell them?" Zoey asked, jumping ahead and she brought up a really good point. I didn't want to stop having sex with Zoey, but how were we going to do that without our roommates eventually finding out? She brought up another good point, too. "Do you think Lindsey would even want to have sex with another girl?" It was a good point because I didn't know. Beth had sort of made a pass to Zoey, but nothing like had happened between me and Lindsey.

"Do you want to have sex with Lindsey?" I asked her. Zoey asked me back and I told her she had to go first because she was the first one to have a fantasy about making love to another woman. She blamed Beth for her fantasy but it didn't change how things had happened. "Maybe we could ask to trade rooms?"

"That would be dangerous," Zoey said. "And you're already dangerous enough." Again, I knew what she meant. If we didn't want to be girlfriend/girlfriend, we couldn't move in with each other, could we? Besides, how would we explain things to Beth and Lindsey without telling them why? Zoey and Beth got along good and I got along good with Lindsey. We were stuck and Zoey gave the answer that felt most obvious, "Guess we have to seduce both of them, together." She laughed after she said that and I think she meant it as a joke except it felt like the best answer to me.

It didn't happen all at once. It wasn't as if we flipped a switch and just made it happen. Beth and Lindsey didn't even turn out to be the next girl for us. The next girl for us happened sooner than we imagined and unexpectedly, too. 

Zoey spent Saturday night with me, too. I knew Lindsey wouldn't be back from her trip home until late in the evening on Sunday because she had sent me an email and told me that she would be home late and that I shouldn't freak out if I heard weird noises late at night. We were so early in the school year that all of us were still working out little details like that. Zoey went home early Sunday, which is funny to write because home was right next door, but we didn't want to sneak around on Beth and we decided it would be easier if Zoey just took her stuff home and told Beth she was hanging out with me. Zoey said Beth didn't seem to care because she was studying.

So it was lunchtime in the cafeteria on a Sunday which is always a quiet time. Because all the freshmen who lived on campus were required to have a meal ticket the college had to keep the cafeteria open on weekends, too, but meal times were short. During the week you can eat almost any time. During the weekend the cafeteria is open for two hours in the morning, two hours in the middle of the day and two more hours in the evening. Zoey and I were cutting it close with making it to lunch and we had already missed breakfast. 

Before we left for lunch, Zoey told me I wasn't allowed to wear a bra incase that cute girl was working the cash register. I told Zoey she wasn't allowed to wear one either and because of the conversation we had had Saturday night we ended up daring each other to wear as little as possible. I got dressed in my room in a really tight t-shirt. It was a t-shirt the college had given out during orientation week and it had shrunk in the dryer and it was really too small. I felt like a Hooters waitress even if my boobs aren't as big as most Hooter girls. Like I said before, I have really long nipples and they look hard even when they aren't and because of that I usually wear bras with a bit of padding to them to help hide my nipples. Because Zoey is a pervert she made me wear short-shorts that I had from Victoria Secrets that had the word PINK written across the ass in blue. They were shorts I brought thinking I would sleep in them. Of course she wouldn't let me wear panties, either and I felt like a prostitute or something. I told her if I had to dress like a slut she had to dress like one, too and she told me I could pick out what she wore, so we went into her room through the bathroom.

Beth was sitting at her computer which faced the rest of the room. She looked as if she was studying. I remember her really looking at me and smiling. "What's up?" she asked.

"We're going to hit the caf," I said feeling naked with my tits on display and my tight short-shorts. Was she looking at my tits? It seemed as if she was. Zoey was standing in the short hallway where her closet was. That part of our rooms was a mirror image of each other. I leaned against the bathroom doorway, unsure what to do with my hands, so I put them behind my back and leaned on them. Zoey held up a tank top. I nodded and tried not to stare while she traded out tops. Feeling awkward and exposed, I pushed away from the doorway and sat on Zoey's office chair, across from Beth and hidden behind monitors and computer equipment. "Studying?" I asked, just making small talk.

"Yeah, I like to read everything in advance," Beth said. Her eyes danced back and forth between Zoey and me. Her head was tilted to one side and she wore a tiny grin as if she could guess something was going on but wasn't sure. 

"Be right back, I need to pee," Zoey said, darting into the bathroom. She left the door open. I could see her and I saw she wasn't peeing, she was changing her bottoms and I guess she didn't want Beth to see that she wasn't wearing panties. 

"If it's yellow . . .," Beth called out.

". . . let it mellow!" I said, chiming in with Beth. We laughed together. "I like your posters," I told her.

"You should come to an event, if you don't mind being around a bunch of tree hugging lesbians and furry faced guys."

"Ew, not into beards," I said.

"Yeah, me neither," she said. She looked as if she was going to say something else, maybe something about the lesbians? I don't know. I just remember how she kept looking at us and smiling as if she knew something was going on. I guess she was right, something was going on, but that didn't mean she had guessed what it was. 

"Ready?" Zoey asked, stepping out of the bathroom and tossing her other shorts into the hamper in her closet. She was wearing running shorts that hugged her ass like a second skin. The swoop to the front of her tank top didn't show a lot of cleavage but it hugged her chest as tightly as my t-shirt and left little to the imagination. When we were out in the hallway I asked her where she had gotten the tank top because it didn't seem like something she would normally wear. "At a wet t-shirt contest," she admitted and I learned something new about Zoey.

While we walked across the quad to the cafeteria I told Zoey how Beth had been looking at us and how I thought she knew something was up. "You know she doesn't shave," Zoey blurted out. I didn't. "Not her underarms or legs or pussy." I couldn't imagine being furry like that and thought it was weird. 

So we went into the cafeteria dressed like a couple sluts or prostitutes or something. I'm sure we got stares but we both ignored them. There wasn't a line because it was close to the end of lunch. We both got salads and fruit because I don't think either one of us wanted to trust the hot food that had been sitting out for two hours. While I was fixing my salad, Zoey pinched my butt and made me jump. She giggled. "When we get back to your room, I'm going to pull those shorts off with my teeth," she whispered in my ear. I didn't need the encouragement. My nips were already half hard and poking through my shirt. Even worse was every time I glanced at Zoey and saw how her tank top and shorts hugged her body. It didn't matter how many times we had made love in the last two days because I wanted to drop my tray and run my hands over every inch of her body. "Your girlfriend is watching," she said and I looked down the line at the cashier.

Her name tag read "Ginger," except that was a joke because of the color of her reddish hair. Her real name (okay, not her real name, but you get the idea) was Sam. Okay, actually, it was Samantha, but she went by Sam. 

I know from experience that people will dress lots of funny ways in the cafeteria, especially for breakfast. I've seen people standing in line wearing bunny slippers and bathrobes, so I don't know that it was really a bad thing for Zoey and I to be dressed the way we were. I know I said before that I didn't know Ginger/Sam and I didn't, except for seeing her sitting at the cashier stand at the end of the line a few times a week. It was a work study job, like the one Lindsey had only Ginger/Sam's was in the cafeteria. Even though I didn't know her, that didn't mean she hadn't noticed me or Zoey and couldn't tell that we were dressed differently than usual while going through the line. Hell, for all I know she had seen Zoey pinching my ass, I don't know. "Yummy," she said as it stood in front of her holding out my meal ticket. When I gave her my card, she held it for a moment as her eyes moved from my chest to my eyes. She was smiling. "Nice to see the two of you came up for air."

I blushed at her boldness and looked over my shoulder at Zoey to see if she was hearing this. Wearing that all knowing smirk of hers, Ginger/Sam swiped my card and when she handed it back to me, she held on to it for a moment while her eyes stared directly at my chest. 

"Makes me wish I didn't have to work weekends," she said. I laughed, though I'm sure it sounded like a nervous twitter and I moved down a step and waited for Zoey. While I was standing there, I watched the scene replay itself with Zoey as the center of her attention. 

"If you take a picture, it would last longer," Zoey said which was such a corny line and so funny to hear it said out loud. 

"Oh, I'd like to do much more than take a picture," Ginger/Sam said. She did the same thing when she handed Zoey's card back, holding it for a moment while she looked. 

Thinking about our conversation from last night and this morning, I couldn't help myself. "You can come back to my room and prove it," I blurted out. Zoey shot me a wide eyed look that lasted just a flash of a second before she smiled.

"Unless, you know, you just like to look," Zoey said.

"I get off in fifteen minutes," Ginger/Sam said.

"Her too," Zoey said with a nod at me and the three of us laughed and stared at each other and laughed some more. "We'll be sitting over there," Zoey said and we went and sat near the windows. The cafeteria was mostly empty and one of the workers was putting chairs up on the other tables and making a lot of noise. Zoey and I sat next to each other. "Wow," she said.

"I know!" I said, glad Zoey said what I was thinking. "Are we really going to do this?"

"I don't know. She's cute, you know? She reminds me of a girl from my cheerleading squad. You think she's serious?"

"I don't know," I said, laughing and feeling giddy. I think we would have talked more except we were both really hungry. "You're okay with this, right?" I asked between bites. Zoey said she was. The funny part was when we were both done eating and we still had five minutes before Ginger/Sam got off work because we were the last two people in the cafeteria and the guy putting chairs up on the tables was waiting for us to leave so he could put up our chairs and mop the floor. Ginger/Sam kept looking at us and smiling and we kept smiling back and it all felt awkward and funny. Finally, I thought it was rude just sitting there waiting for her so I motioned that we would wait outside and Zoey and I went into the Student Center and sat facing the doors to the cafeteria where Ginger/Sam could see us and we could see her. I looked around and made sure no one else was in the Student Center or at least no one I could see. Sure that we were basically alone, I leaned over and kissed Zoey.

"Oh-my-God!" she squealed, looking around and seeing the place as empty as I had. "You are so fucking bad!" That when she reached across my chest and grabbed my tit. She didn't just grab and squeeze it once and pull her hand back. She rubbed my chest as if we were going to have sex right on that couch. We were both watching Ginger/Sam's reaction and she looked wide eyed before she started shaking her head and laughing. She looked around the cafeteria and grabbed her boob, too. 

When she came out of the cafeteria she introduced herself as Samantha, aka "Sam," and was all smiles. We covered all the basics the way back to my room. She asked if we were a couple and we told her we were suitemates, but not roommates, which seemed to surprise her. She asked if we were straight or gay and we both said we were straight. "Me too, sort of," she said. She explained how her and couple of her friends had fooled around a few times in high school and she really liked it, but we were the first two girls she had met in college. "My roommate is really uptight and our suitemates sort of keep to themselves." 




Zoey and Me Ch. 03



"We used to be like that," Zoey said and explained how I walked in on her masturbating.

"Fuck, that is making me so wet," Sam said. 

I guess it wasn't surprising that she lived in the same dorm as us since the three of us were freshmen. The surprising part was that she lived on the same floor, just in the other wing. When you got off the elevator, you would turn right instead of left to get to her room. When we got to my room, I was glad Zoey and I had taken the time to make my bed and restack the pillows before we left. I'm sort of particular like that. I hate coming back to a room that's sloppy. Sometimes, I even make Lindsey's bed, too before I leave because I hate it so much.

I think we were all a bit nervous once we got back to my room because it was all so unplanned. Sam said nice things about my room and used the bathroom. We shut the door to the bathroom so Beth couldn't accidentally walk in on us or see us or anything. Sam said she had to be back at work by four o'clock, but it wasn't even one-thirty yet, so that still gave us lots of time. I was sort of glad she needed to leave in case things didn't go good. 

So we sat on my bed with it turned into a couch with all the pillows. Without talking about it, we sat with Sam in the middle. Zoey and I kept swapping stupid looks at each other. I say stupid because I remember smiling so much and like nodding at her to do something and she kept smiling and nodding at me as if I was supposed to be the one to do something first. Instead, it was Sam who got things started. "You have really great nipples," she said and she put her hand on top of my breast and lightly tweaked my nipple between her finger and thumb. "Are they always hard like this?"

"Sort of," I said, unsure how to answer the question because even when my nipples are hard they can look that way. Sam leaned over and kissed me on the lips. It wasn't a deep, passionate kiss, but it felt good just the same. It was more like a "we're definitely going to have sex" sort of kiss.

"And you!" Sam said as she turned towards Zoey. "You're sex in a jar, aren't you?" I can so remember her saying that because I had never heard that before and it was such a funny and accurate way to describe Zoey. She did ooze sexuality with her tight, former cheerleader body, blonde hair, perky little nose and pretty blue eyes. "You're an orgasm waiting to happen, aren't you?" I watched as Sam grabbed Zoey's bigger tits and squeezed them. They kissed, too, only their kiss lasted longer and I'm glad it did. I wasn't sure how I was going to feel about another woman kissing Zoey. Honestly, I hadn't thought about it, but once it happened, I realized it was hot seeing Zoey kissing another girl, I mean, like really hot!

"Do it," I said, surprising even myself. I'm not sure what I was telling them to do except for everything.

"Are we the bossy little lesbo?" Sam said turning back to me.

"I'm not a lesbian," I said, still clinging on to my sexual identity. I didn't know what I was, but I knew I wasn't a lesbian. Lesbians don't like dick as much as I do, LOL! 

"Say that after I eat your pussy," Sam said and she pulled me into a deeper kiss, a deep kiss like the one she had given Zoey, only may be it was even deeper than that because we really got into it. Sam was a good kisser. She kissed differently than Zoey. Where Zoey was sort of a sloppy kisser because she liked to suck and bite at my lips, Sam kissed like some of my boyfriends kissed. She pressed her mouth against mine and our tongues went to work taking turns inside of each other's mouths while our lips never parted. It was a deep, hungry kiss that felt wanton and desperate and dirty all at the same time. 

Sam kept moving her hand over me as we kissed, groping me like an old boyfriend gropes you after you've been away too long. Her hand sort of went everywhere at once. She was rubbing my tits and then my stomach and then my tits again. She put her hand between my legs, pressed against my pussy and rubbed me intimately like that which felt extra hot because I knew it was a girl doing it and not a horny guy hoping to get some. She shoved her hand inside my shirt and ran her hand over my tits before shoving her hand inside the waistband of my shorts and cupping pussy. 

"Someone's not wearing panties," she said, keeping her hand inside my shorts and cupping my sex. I felt her fingers between my lips down there and she was rubbing with a soft and gentle touch that I don't think many guys know how to do. 

"She's not either," I said, nodding at Zoey. She had a hungry look in her blue eyes and I thought it was sexy the way she was biting her bottom lip and holding one of her tits. 

"Fuck that's hot," she said and I guessed she was talking about seeing Sam touching and kissing me because in a moment later, that was the show I was getting. Sam turned to her left, to Zoey, and shoved her hand inside Zoey's running shorts. 

"Is it true?" Sam asked as her hand moved inside Zoey's shorts. "Oh yeah it is," she giggled. I could see the back of Sam's hand moving inside Zoey's shorts and it was driving me crazy. The whole thing was crazy. I couldn't begin to count the number of orgasms I had experienced so far that weekend and come up with a good number and yet, I was as excited as I would have been if I had been on my period for the last week and this was the first time I could have real sex. 

When Zoey and Sam started kissing, Zoey started touching Sam, too. It was sort of funny how neither one of us had done that yet, I don't know why we hadn't, but we hadn't. I remember seeing Zoey's tanned hand grabbing at Sam's tits. Sam was somewhere between me and Zoey as far as her breasts were concerned. Zoey's tits looked bigger than they were because Zoey had such a small frame. My tits were a bit small on my body though I know they were a c-cup. If I had to guess, I would guess Sam had d-sized breasts and I only point that out because every time I've told this story to a man, he's wanted to know that, as if a guy can really tell the difference between a b or a c-cup.

My point is, Sam had a full chest and a narrow waist and a bubble butt like Zoey had. I wasn't surprised to find out later that Sam used to be a cheerleader, too, and I guess that makes a lot of sense because of stuff that happened much later, but I'll save all that stuff for a different story. What I want to say is that Sam was really pretty, too, in a girly-girl sort of way. She had that brown/reddish hair of a ginger where sometimes it looked more brown than red and other times it was definitely redder than brown. I don't think she ever colored it, I think it depended on how much sun she was getting. Oh, and speaking of sun, that reminds me how she didn't have any tanlines either but that was because she didn't have a tan. Sam was one of the whitest skinned girls I ever knew. She wasn't ivory white, just plain white, maybe a bit ghostly, if that makes sense. She hardly ever wore make-up because her skin had such a light tone to it that make-up stood out like war paint on her. Zoey taught her how to put on good make-up, but again, that's a different story.

I was watching them kiss and I was really excited by it. I was rubbing myself through my shorts. Not really rubbing as much as just pressing my fingers against my clit and thinking that I was going to make my shorts wet because it was so hot and I should take them off or something except I didn't want to be the first one to get naked so I didn't do that yet. While they were kissing, Zoey reached past Sam and grabbed my hand and put it on Sam's tit. It was sort of funny because I didn't think about touching Sam. I know that sounds silly except that's how it happened. I was sitting there watching them and I guess I was waiting my turn or something until Zoey put my hand on Sam's breast and then something shifted inside of me. Suddenly I knew it was on, this was really happening.

I caressed Sam's breast while her and Zoey kissed and made out. I think her hand was still inside Zoey's shorts though I wasn't paying that much attention. Instead, I had the urge to really touch Sam. I wanted to feel her breast, her bare breast, in my hand and beneath my tongue. I wanted to find out how her nipples looked and felt. I wanted to feel her flesh beneath my hands and against my body. While they kissed, I found the hooks of her bra and undid them. I put my hands beneath her shirt and held her against me as I cupped both of her tits and nuzzled against her neck. I can remember how her hair smelled sweeter than Zoey's hair and made me think of strawberries which I thought was funny because Sam was a ginger.

I'm thinking Zoey had the same idea as me or got the idea from me. I guess it doesn't matter because as soon as I pulled up Sam's shirt to play with her chest, Zoey started working on getting her undressed, too. Sam was wearing jeans and Zoey worked the front of them. There was the usual sort of pushing, pulling and tugging before we had Sam naked between us. "I feel over dressed," she said, pulling off Zoey's top. I took off my t-shirt and I didn't wait for anyone to ask, I took off my shorts, too, so Sam and I were both naked. 

Zoey stood up to take off her shorts and she pushed us together. "I want to see you two kiss again," she said and this time our kiss was different. Well, not the lip locking part, because that was probably the same. But we were both naked and we touched each other. I can so remember running my hand up Sam's milky white thigh. Her thigh was like Zoey's thigh, soft and smooth, which was memorable because all the times I had done that before had been with a guy and a guy's thigh is always hairy. So feeling smooth flesh meant I was touching a woman and then I was cupping her pussy. Sam shaved sort of like I did. She kept a triangle instead of a strip like I did, but her lips were bare and that felt familiar to my fingers. After all the times I had fondled Zoey's pussy, I felt as if I knew what I was doing and I wasn't shy about doing it. I put my fingers between her lips and started rubbing. I felt the nub of her clit and that's where I rubbed. Sam moaned into my mouth and I knew she liked it.

I was still kissing and rubbing Sam's pussy when I felt Zoey pushing my hand away. "I want to taste her," Zoey said, moving my hand. I put my hand on the back of Zoey's head and felt her head rocking as she licked at Sam. I even broke our kiss long enough to look down and see Zoey eating Sam's pussy. Fuck, that was hot! Zoey looked like she did when she was eating my pussy, meaning, I saw her cute little nose nestled right above Sam's clit while her tongue went to work. I felt jealous only because I wanted to be the one between Sam's legs and I would have to wait my turn. Otherwise, it was hot and exciting seeing Zoey on her knees with her hands wrapped around Sam's back as she pulled the woman closer to her.

"Oh fuck," Sam moaned, through her head back against the wall of pillows behind. "Fuck that feels so fucking good!" I saw my chance to taste Sam's tits and that's just want I did. It was fun because I did it with my eyes open and I could see Zoey eating her pussy while I licked and sucked on Sam's nice nipples and I felt like a team with Zoey. While I did what I did, Sam wrapped her arm around me and grabbed at my nipple, tugging and pulling and rolling it between her fingers. She was sort of rough, but sometimes I like it rough and it felt really good. "Fuck I'm going to come!" Sam yelled out so much louder than Zoey or I had ever done. "Fuck! Yes! Fuck! Yes! I'm commmiiinnnnggg!!!" I felt her go rigid and with my hand on her stomach, I felt the waves of her orgasm rolling through her as she cried out. I can remember, too, wondering if Beth was listening though I can't remember if that worried or excited me. 

"Damn, girlfriend," Zoey said, sort of laughing as she moved up and kissed Sam. "You're really loud."

"Sorry, but that felt really good," Sam said.

"I can tell," Zoey half giggled and kissed her again.

"Can I do you now?" Sam asked her. Zoey's response sort of surprised me.

"Do Katie first. I want to watch."

Sam didn't seem to care who was first and I sure didn't care either. When Sam sat up and pushed me backwards, I went with the flow. I fell against the footboard of my bed, against a pillow that was propped up there and Sam was on top of me. She kissed me, then my neck and then both of my tits. She spent some time on nipples, ooo'ing and ahh'ing about them like happens so often to me before she started kissing my stomach and worked her way between my legs. I bent my knees and she reached up with both of her hands to play with my tits while she went down on me. 

Sam didn't know how to eat me, not like Zoey did, but it didn't matter. Sam did fine. The funny strange part was looking between my legs and seeing Sam's ginger colored head of hair and her green eyes looking up at me. Meanwhile, Zoey was sitting in my chair, watching and fingering her pussy while she watched. "That looks so hot," Zoey purred and I guess I knew how she felt because I thought it was really sexy watching her watching us. I could tell that Zoey came before me because I had seen her have lots of orgasm in the last couple of days. I don't think it was a big orgasm, but we all know it's not the size of the orgasm that counts. "Fuck, you have such a cute ass," Zoey said and she came over to the bed and started playing with Sam's butt. I could see over Sam's head and I watched Zoey petting, squeezing and eventually bending over to kiss both humps of Sam's ass. I think she wanted to do more, but that's all she did. Maybe thinking about everything else Zoey wanted to do to Sam's butt was what got me off, because that's where my mind was when an orgasm snuck up on me and I came.

Sam looked up at me and I smiled down at her to let her know I was good. I pulled her back up and we kissed again. Meanwhile, Zoey was still petting Sam's ass. "Careful, she has a thing for butts," I warned our new friend.

"Yeah I do," Zoey admitted and she spanked Sam's butt one time which was funny for whatever reason, I think it was funny because I knew Zoey wasn't kidding and I guess Sam picked up on that.

"How much of a thing?" Sam asked me.

"Just be sure to finger fuck her there," I said, flashing Zoey a smile even though I felt a bit as if I was throwing her under the bus. It didn't matter to Sam, in fact, I guess Sam like that idea. 

"Oh really?" she said, backing away from me and turning to Zoey. Sam sucked on one of her fingers and pulled Zoey closer to her. Zoey was still standing and with Sam sitting on her heels and Zoey standing, they were roughly the same height. "How much of a thing?" Sam asked again and she put her hand between Zoey's legs. At first, I thought Sam was fingering Zoey and I guess she was, except Sam wasn't fingering Zoey's pussy, she was fingering her ass. 

"Stop it," Zoey said though her eyes flutter with passion and she didn't move away. Instead, she moved closer and started kissing Sam. Sam played with one of Zoey's tits while they kissed and her hand kept moving between Zoey's legs. Maybe that's when I should have gotten an idea about what would eventually happen, except I didn't because I guess all of this still brand new to me. I didn't know how women really made love to each because the first woman I was ever with had a thing for butts, you know?

"Come over here," Sam told Zoey, half directing her and half manhandling her back to the bed. She positioned Zoey at the head of my bed, facing the wall and sort of kneeling/leaning over the big stack of pillows there. I was still at the foot of the bed, watching and playing with myself. I wasn't really playing with myself, but I was touching myself. I was sort of just rubbing my clit because it felt good. Anyway, Sam had Zoey over those pillows and our ginger haired friend got behind her in crouch and pressed her face between Zoey's buttcheeks and I guess she was licking Zoey's ass because of the angle of things. 

"Oh fuck," Zoey murmured and I remember how she arched her back and Sam put a hand beneath her and I guess was rubbing her clit while she was licking Zoey's ass.

From where I was sitting, I had a good view of Sam's backside. I could see everything. I could see her fingers between her legs as she rubbed her pussy and I could see her pink butthole. I reached out to touch Sam's pussy and that is where I started. Because she was already rubbing her clit, I put a finger inside her pussy and then another one. Sam pushed backwards against me and I felt how hot and wet she was. With the position of my hand, palm up and two fingers inside her pussy, it was easy for my thumb to touch her butt. I did it and even though Sam's face was pressed between Zoey's butt, I heard Sam moan. 

I can remember thinking, "Fuck it," as I moved. I knew how good a finger or two felt inside my butt. I can't say I thought it felt as good as Zoey and Sam thought it did, but it did feel good. I could see what Sam was doing to Zoey and I really wanted to taste Sam's pussy, so that's where I started, though when I think back about it, I think I knew what I was really going to do. But I did start with Sam's pussy because I remember how my nose sort of pressed against her ass while I licked her pussy. I wanted a lot more pussy, but from this angle that was going to be difficult to do and I had a good feeling that I knew what Sam really wanted. That's when I started licking Sam's butthole. I licked her butt as if I was eating pussy. I ran my tongue everywhere, including trying to push it inside. To that point in my life, it was dirtiest, nastiest thing I had ever done. Oh, and please, I don't mean to suggest Sam was dirty, because she wasn't. It was just the idea of what I was doing, you know? It's rimming and I know lots of people had done it, but I hadn't really done it until then and let me tell you, it was sexy as hell!!!

Look, I don't want a lecture about safe sex practices or any of that stuff. I know there are things we all do that maybe are or aren't safe. Hell, for all you know, none of this is real and all of this is made up and this is just a crappy little sex story made up for your enjoyment, so please don't bother to lecture me about things. And if any of this was true, I think I knew a thing or two, even back then, about safe and unsafe sex. I didn't pregnant my senior year in high school by practicing safe sex, you know? (And I've already been bitched out by a couple people about that adventure, so fuck you, you can't change the past.) I was young and dumb and having sex with multiple partners and not always having completely safe sex beyond getting to know the person and hoping for the best. You don't know me. You don't live with me. You can judge me, but your judgment doesn't count with me, okay? 

Here's what happened whether you like it or not: I licked her asshole and I had fun doing it. I had fun because I knew what I was doing. I knew I was kissing her ass. I knew I was licking her asshole. And it was hot and sexy and fun as hell, okay? Fuck it, I ate that bitch's butt like a fat kid eats ice cream, okay?

Zoey came. Sam came. They both came with huge orgasms and it was hot as fuck. After Sam came, which was about the same time as Zoey, I guess, she asked Zoey, "I thought you were the one who was into ass?" and I could tell by the confused look on Zoey's face that she had no idea what had just happened. Sam must have seen that confused look, too, because she told Zoey, "Your girlfriend just ate my ass like a champ!" Sam turned to me and kissed me, hard, shoving her tongue in my mouth. "Fuck that felt good!"

"I learn from the best," I said, feeling overwhelmed. Like I said before, I don't know that I intended to do that. I guess I did, but it was more of a spontaneous thing because of what was happening around me. I looked at Zoey and she was smiling proudly at me as if I done something special. I don't know, maybe I had?




Zoey and Me Ch. 03



"She's just an anal slut who doesn't know it yet," Zoey said. I don't know how that felt at the time. Surprising? I guess that's a good word for it because I didn't feel like an anal slut or anything. I was still trying to get my head around the idea that girls could be so much fun in bed and was more about pussy and everything attached to it than saying I was about butts. 

"Eat me," I told Zoey, which felt a bit mean, but it was sort how I felt.

"Gladly," she said and she climbed over a giggling Sam to get to me. Sam stayed sitting on the bed with Zoey draped over her. I saw Sam's hand was between Zoey's legs. Where it was, I didn't know and I didn't care. I was too busy enjoying how it felt to have Zoey eating my pussy again.

After I came I wanted to really eat Sam's pussy because I didn't want her to have to go back to work without me getting a chance to really go down on her. I guess Zoey came while she was eating my pussy? I don't know, because it was hard to keep track of all that and it's not really something I remember one hundred percent. What I do remember was really wanting to taste Sam and moving to the floor and eating her pussy the way I had eaten Zoey's pussy and I remember how it felt different. It wasn't just her pussy, though I guess her pussy felt different to my tongue, too, because no two women have pussies that are exactly the same. It was different, too, because I could look up and I didn't see Zoey sitting in front of me. I saw Sam and her bigger tits and her creamy white skin looking down at me. I guess I did a good job because Sam was running her hands through my hair and again, she got really, really loud with her orgasm. 

"Fuck! Eat it! Eat me!" she cried out which was both funny and a bit scary because again I wasn't sure if her voice would carry loud enough for Beth to hear. It did, but I didn't know that at the time and I wouldn't find out until later and that's going to have to be another story, too. "Do it Katie!" she yelled. "Fuck yeah! Fuck yes! Fuck!"

When I pulled away from Sam, Zoey was giggling. "We're really going to have to do something about that mouth," she told Sam.

"Sorry, I've always been a screamer."

"You think?" Zoey asked and we all laughed.

It's hard to know where the time goes when you're having fun, but it did sort of zoom past us. It was already after three o'clock and Sam said she should go so she had time to take a shower before work. She got dressed while Zoey and I stayed naked. I don't know why we stayed naked, except that we weren't going anywhere. We all kissed good-bye in my room and Sam left.

"So, that was different," I told Zoey.

"Different hot, right?" Zoey asked.

"Yeah," I said because it was different and hot at the same time. More importantly, Zoey and I learned something about each other because we learned we didn't mind if the other person had sex with someone else. "It was hot seeing you with her," I said, figuring that's what Zoey meant.

"I liked when she went down on you and made you orgasm. It was fun seeing it, you know?" I did. It's different watching than doing. 

"Can we do it again, too?" I asked, because I really wanted to make love to just Zoey again. I don't know why I needed to do that, but I did. That part is interesting to remember because I can see where I'm still like that, too. Not with Zoey, of course, but in general. Anyway, we did make love. We took turns doing each other. She went down on me and while she was doing that, we sort of moved into a sixty-nine position because I really wanted to go down on her at the same time. When we were done, we stayed laying like that, meaning, her head towards my feet and my head towards her feet. I laid there on my bed, across from her pussy and we talked. I don't remember what we talked about and I don't think it was anything important. I know we talked some about how it was fun doing another girl and then about how it felt good doing it with just the two of us. I think we talked some about what we were going to do after Lindsey came home because I remember saying that I thought that part of things would just work itself out. But what I remember most about that conversation wasn't the words we said to each other as much as it was laying there naked with another girl, a friend who wasn't really a girlfriend (if that makes sense). I remember kissing her pussy; not eating it, just kissing it like the way you might kiss someone you really like on the shoulder or on top of their head. 

I remember playing with her pussy. Not playing with her in an "I want to get you off right now" sort of way: more just touching her because it felt good to touch her pussy. It felt good to touch her intimately as a reminder that I could. She was sort of doing the same thing to me. She would sometimes play with my tits and sometimes caress my butt and sometimes do like I was doing with her. Somewhere along the line, we started doing sixty-nine to each other again. I remember thinking, if this whole weekend turned out to be a fluke, if it turned into just a one-time thing that never happened again, it might turn out to be the very best weekend in my entire life.

That wasn't the last time I made love to Zoey or Sam and a lot more happened after that weekend, but those are other stories. Oh, I'm really sorry about the lecture in the middle of things!



Zoey and Me Ch. 04



Hi again! Sorry it's been a while since I posted but I've been busy writing more and this one is pretty long. Also, I decided I sort needed to break this one up because it started getting so long and I didn't want to send it in until I had the rest of it written so I could send that part in, too. I know my writing is sloppy at times and I'm trying to get better but sometimes I get really excited while I'm remembering all of this and I know I'm not a great writer so I'm doing the best I can and I hope you like it. Most of the comments have been really nice, so thank you for those!

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Zoey and I didn't want to miss dinner which would have been bad because there weren't a lot of other places to eat on a Sunday evening. We made it there late and of course Sam was sitting at her cashier stand. We knew she would be and we wore the same thing as we did the first time. "You're just being mean," she said, never quite swiping our meal cards before waving us on. We ate supper, stealing glances at Sam working and giggling.

"That was hot as hell," Zoey said between bites. "Are we going to do her again?"

"I think she really liked you," I suggested because of what had happened.

"Bullshit, you're the one who ate her ass," Zoey reminded me. I know I blushed because I could feel the heat on my cheeks and Zoey called me on it. "Besides, I need to study, too. When we're done eating, I should go home." That idea made me sad, even though she would still be in the same suite, she might as well be on the other side of the planet. 

"Yeah, me, too," I said. I didn't really need to study but I didn't want to sound like I couldn't let go. "Besides, Lindsey comes home tonight."

"Not until late, though," Zoey said, though it sounded more like a question. I had a mouthful of food. "I mean, if you wanted to do Sam again, you sort of could." I nodded, still chewing. I was really hungry. "I think one of us should." I was confused why either one of us needed to do her, but I shrugged.

"I guess, you know, if she wants to do it with just me."

"I can ask," Zoey offered and before I could stop her, she bounced her way back to Sam's cashier stand and came back all smiles. "I told her I had to study but you still wanted to do her and she's excited." I wasn't sure how to feel. We finished eating but still had to wait for Sam. Instead of waiting in the Student Union, we went back to our rooms. It felt sort of funny when Zoey went into her room first. "Tell me about it tomorrow, okay?" she said and she looked both ways in the hallway before she kissed me. It was a really short kiss and I wanted a lot more. Instead, I opened the door to my room and went inside. 

I had half an hour I had to kill before Sam would get off work and I had no idea what to do with myself. It felt funny sitting in my room. My bed was made, of course. I decided to take a shower, but that didn't take very long. Standing naked in my room, I tried to figure out what I wanted to wear. Should I put on panties and a bra? Maybe I should dress like I was going to go to bed, since I guess that's what I was going to do. I remember killing time by blowing drying my hair and I put on a little bit of make-up. Not a lot, just some concealer and a bit of lipstick. I didn't want to look like I was doing too much. It wasn't very often that I wished we had a TV in the room, but that was one of those times. I kept wondering what I was doing sitting there waiting for a girl I barely knew to show up and have sex with her. I got nervous and wasn't sure I wanted anything to happen.

There was a knock on the bathroom door and I opened it. Zoey was standing there. "I am so jealous you get to have fun and I don't!" she said, all smiles and bubbles like always. "Here." She gave her vibrator and then she gave me a better kiss and grabbed my ass.

"I won't need this," I said, trying to hand her back the sex toy but she wouldn't let me. That's when there was a knock at my front door and we both knew that would be. She ducked back into the bathroom so she wasn't caught. I hurried up and opened one of my drawers and tossed the toy inside because I didn't want to open the door holding the stupid thing. 

"Hey there," Sam said all smiles as soon as I opened the door. Her eyes moved over me. I had decided on a regular t-shirt and panties, which is what I usually wore to bed. "So where's Zoey's room?" she asked.

"Oh, down the hall," I generalized unsure if I should tell her we were suitemates or not. Awkward! 

"She's really fun," Sam said and I wasn't sure if she was being nice or telling me she liked Zoey better. 

"Yeah she is," I said, sitting on my bed. Sam sat next to me and we kissed. It was a deep kiss, more just a nice kiss. 

"How long have you two been, you know, doing stuff?" she asked and looked puzzled when I started laughing.

"Two days?" I answered, deciding to ignore our first time together or combine that last two days into one. It was close enough.

"Well steal my clothes and fuck me running! You are so lying!" she squealed, louder than was needed, but it was funny because of what she said and how animated she was. "But you've been with other girls before her, right?" I shook my head and told how Zoey said I was her first, too. "No way!" I laughed, why would I lie about that?

"But we practiced a lot this weekend," I admitted.

Sam smiled while looking at my chest. She started rubbing my chest, playing with one of my nipples. "So, you're really not a couple, right?"

"No," I said wondering if I needed to explain more. "Just friends. Friends with benefits sort of thing."

"That is so fucking cool," Sam said. She moved her hand around the back of my head and kissed me deeply. This was the kind of kiss I was expecting earlier. This was a "we're having sex now" sort of kiss. I parted my lips, she put her tongue in my mouth and we went from there. She put her hands under my shirt, pushed it up and sucked on my tits while I pulled it off. We kissed some more while we worked off her shirt and bra (because she had come straight from work). I kissed her tits and took more time to enjoy them. Sam's tits were bigger than Zoey's, a lot bigger and they were bigger than mine, too. Her nipples were fat nubs that got really hard. "You can sort of bite them if you want," she told me and I guessed that was something she liked, so I did and she moaned as she rubbed the back of head. I grabbed at her pussy through her jeans and she stuck her hand inside my panties. It didn't make sense to stay dressed, so we got naked.

After spending the last two days making love to Zoey's tanned body, having Sam's creamy white body stretched out in front of me felt different. It was sort of funny how my eyes kept being surprised to see creamy white skin instead of Zoey's even tan. I don't know why, but it sort of helped remind me that I was making love to another woman and it was different doing it alone instead of doing Sam with Zoey. This time I had Sam all to myself and I took my time. I pushed her back on my bed, kissed down her body and I didn't stop until I was between her legs and seeing that reddish-brown triangle of public hair. Lying on my stomach, I started licking her pussy. She tasted different than Zoey but still tasted like you expect pussy to taste like. While I was going down on her, it struck me what I was doing. I was making love to another woman. Not just another woman, but another, another woman, LOL. I know I had already had sex with her before, but doing it one-on-one made it feel different. 

I sucked on Sam's pussy and did all the things I had tried first on Zoey. Sam's pussy got wetter than Zoey's pussy did. I can't say she "gushed" because I met other women who gush, but she was wet enough that I felt coated in pussy and I decided I liked it. I fingered her pussy, too, and when I started doing that, she started coming. Like before, Sam was really loud. "Fuck yes! Do it, Katie! Eat me! Eat me, Katie! Eeeeeat meeeee!" She bucked when she came and though I wished she wasn't so loud, I still felt really accomplished making her orgasm like that. "My turn," she said as soon as her orgasm had passed.

Sam was bigger than Zoey, taller and maybe a bit heavier because Zoey is really petite. Sam sat up and sort of pushed me backwards. I laughed and went with it.

"I miss this so much," she said, kissing my lips before skipping right to my tits. She bit at my nipple and I guess I winced or jerked or something. "Too hard?" she asked. 

"No, it's okay," I said because it did feel good, it was just unexpected. Zoey didn't bite. Sam did. I guess it's good thing I like to sort of rough on my nipples sometimes. 

"I want this pussy," Sam said, cupping my pussy and speaking as she kissed down my stomach. It took her three kisses before she was on her stomach and between my legs. We had been in this position before. Last time, Zoey had been sitting in my desk chair and watching. Glancing at the empty chair reminded me this wasn't about Zoey and me, it was about me and Sam. I focused on watching Sam. "Fuck, your pussy tastes so good," she purred between licks. "I want to eat this pussy for days." She licked me everywhere and it felt good because she knew what she was doing. It wasn't like when a guy licks everywhere hoping to get lucky. This was a woman who knew what she was doing and I was unwilling to stop her. She circled around my clit and that was sort of the magic motion for her to make because it was close to how I do it when I masturbate. However I reacted, she caught it. "Ooo, you like it like that?" she said as if she had found my secret. She went in a circle around my clit again and again. I squirmed beneath her and was felt helpless as my orgasm bubbled up inside of me and I came with a long, satisfying orgasm. 

Sam tried to keep going, but I pulled her up and into my arms. Part of me felt as if I was betraying Zoey by holding another woman, but another part of me didn't care. The part that didn't care was bigger. After all, Zoey had set-up this meeting. That meant she wanted it to happen, right? Instead, I focused on how it felt to hold another woman in my arms. I focused on it felt to feel her bare breasts squished against my bare breasts. I enjoyed the difference in kisses. I admired her pretty, oval shaped face, high cheekbones and sweet lips. I brushed a lock of curly ginger hair away from her face. "Have you been with a lot of girls?" I asked.

"Three girls, but not all at once," she said. She told stories I won't repeat here about her first time with a cousin of hers. Then her second girlfriend was a girl she knew in school and how they sort of dared each other into doing stuff. "We did it a lot and liked it, but she always felt funny about doing it." I nodded because I think I understood how she might have felt. I asked about the third girl and Sam laughed. I liked the way her breasts moved against me when she did. "I seduced the fuck out that girl." It almost sounded as if she stalked the girl, but I guess that wasn't what really happened, but she told me how it took a while for the girl to kiss her and then to let more happen until finally they were doing everything. "And I do mean, everything," she said. I didn't ask what that meant. She asked me how Zoey and I got together.

"We're not really together," I said, reminding her and myself how Zoey and I weren't really a couple. I told her how I caught her masturbating without realizing that I was saying that Zoey was my suitemate.

"You mean she's next door?"

I nodded, worried that I just made a big mistake. Instead, Sam took it in a different direction.

"So you two can do it anytime you want?"

"Well, if our roommates aren't around, yeah," I said, still wondering how that was going to work out. 

"You should trade roommates," Sam suggested, making the obvious suggestion.

"Yeah, we talked about that. Maybe, I don't know." I didn't feel like trying to explain everything to her. Instead, I kissed her again and played with one of her boobs and that was enough to change the topic.

"You're really good at eating pussy," she purred. I think she meant that as a compliment but it felt like a weird one. "And it was really hot when you ate my ass. I thought I was the only person into that."

"Zoey likes it a lot," I said, deflecting. "She said she likes it up the butt." Once again, I hated that I was saying too much, but fuck it. I mean, Zoey pushed us together, so why was I trying to be so careful? It wasn't as if Zoey didn't have sex with Sam, too, you know?

"Wow, me too! I mean, I've only done it a couple of times with this one guy I was dating, but I've done it lots of time to myself."

"Zoey was doing that when I caught her masturbating," I said, giggling. I guess I was still feeling a bit bad about saying so much about Zoey and so I said the rest, too. "She was the first person do to anything like that me."

"Did you like it?"

"Sort of," I hedged. 

"So that's what she meant about you being in training," Sam said with a big, happy smile on her face. "I want to eat your ass." She started sliding down my body. I tried to stop her.

"Maybe we can . . .," I tried, unsure what else to say. It didn't matter. Sam wasn't stopping.

"Trust me, you'll like it. I made my girlfriend love it and I can make you like it, too." Sam was trying to roll me over on my stomach. 

I didn't know what else to do. Sam was one of those loud people who always seem to get their way because their either first to make a suggestion or loudest or whatever. Without knowing why I was doing it (aside from it being easier to go along than try to fight her), I allowed her to roll me on my stomach. I was lying flat on the bed and Sam was stretched out behind me. In a lot of ways, we were laying the same way as if she was going to eat my pussy except I was on my stomach instead of my back. 

"Give me this," she said, pulling up on my hips and I moved with her, poking my ass up in the air. I felt silly. I think if I was with a man I would have felt different except I wasn't with a man. Like she had done with Zoey this afternoon, Sam buried her face between my buttcheeks and started licking me. I didn't miss that she was doing to me what I had done to her earlier that afternoon. 

Okay, I'll admit it, it felt good. It was different. Sam wasn't the first person to lick me there, because Zoey had done it, but Sam did it with more intensity. In a way, it felt as if she was doing all the right things, but in the wrong spot. Then she started playing with my pussy, too, and everything she was doing behind me felt that much better. "I wish I had a toy," she said before she put a finger inside of me. That was a sensation that felt sort of familiar. Even when she added a second finger, it felt good because it was something Zoey had done. And I'll admit it, I did come again and it's hard for me to say I didn't like having an orgasm because I did. "Good, right?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said though I think she was more excited about doing it than I was about receiving it. 

"Want to do me again?"

"Can I just go down on you regular?"

"If you want," she said and it looked as if she was trying to put a happy face over a sad face. 

"I can use my fingers back there if you want," I offered.

"Yeah, that would be really good," she said, looking happier. So I pushed her against my pillows and went down on her. While I ate her pussy, I fingered her butt like I had done with Zoey. I guess I did a good job and I guess she liked it, a lot, because she got really loud again. It's hard to tell with Sam, because she always got loud. I can't say I liked fingering her butt as much as I enjoyed licking her pussy because that would be a lie, except I didn't mind putting my fingers up her butt. 

Anyway, after that orgasm of hers, I said something about it getting late, that I was tired and that my roommate would be home soon. 

"Yeah, I should probably go," Sam said, as if leaving was magically her idea. I smiled. We kissed, got dressed, kissed again and she was gone. 

I took another shower as soon as she was gone. I don't know why I did, but I wanted one so I did. I'm glad I did. I felt exhausted and went to bed even though it wasn't even ten o'clock yet. I don't know when Lindsey came home, I never heard her, but she was in the room when I woke up the next morning. I felt sore when I tried to sit up as if I had done a hundred crunches a hundred times over the weekend. Maybe I had with all the orgasms, I don't know. It was a fun way to feel sore. 

Monday morning and the weekend felt like a crazy, sexy, scary and wonderful dream to me. Lindsey and I did breakfast together and at the end of the line, there sat Sam with a big smile on her face. She looked from me to Lindsey and back to me again. I didn't want her to get the wrong idea, so I introduced Lindsey as my roommate. "When did you meet her?" Lindsey asked over breakfast.

"This weekend," I said with a shrug as if it was nothing. I'm not very good with coming up with lies on the spot, but I did the best I could. "She came at a party I was at." I couldn't resist smiling at how I said that. 

"You know she never really swiped our meal tickets, right?"

"No, I didn't notice," I said, which wasn't a lie because I wasn't paying attention. 

After breakfast, Lindsey went to her classes and I went to mine. I wouldn't see her again until after dinner. Walking seemed to help the soreness I felt from a weekend of orgasms and I spent most of my day thinking about Zoey instead of Sam. It was so funny walking around campus and having to keep an eye out for one of your suitemates because you didn't know her schedule. Until last week, Zoey and Beth were more like neighbors than suitemates. We would visit with each other, but we didn't hang out and we didn't keep tabs on each other. It was a weird situation and I wished I had thought to get Zoey's phone number or email address or something. 

My class schedule was a mess. I had one class in the morning, then an hour off between classes, then another class followed by another break. It's why I didn't have homework over the weekend, because I usually did my homework and studying between classes. I had a couple quiet corners on campus where I would study between classes, but that Monday, I kept going back to my dorm room in hopes of bumping into Zoey. It wasn't until after my classes were over that I saw her again. I was back in my room, reading on my bed and there was a knock at my front door. I opened it to see Zoey standing there. As she followed me into my room through that hallway with closets on one side and the bathroom on the other, she shut the bathroom door. That was a clear sign of privacy for Beth (and Zoey had she been in her room). Sometimes, having a pass-thru bathroom could feel like having two front doors. 

"I was hoping to see you today," I said, all smiles and happiness even before Zoey pressed against me and gave me a big, opened mouth, wet and sloppy kiss. Giggling, we sat on my bed/couch.

"Tell me everything," she said and I knew she meant about Sam. 

"What's to tell? She came over, we had sex and that was that," I said, grinning madly because I knew she would want more details than that. After teasing her, I went into more details. Zoey looked more excited about the story than I got by retelling it. She squirmed and asked questions and made me tell her about it in more detail than I would have done without her questions. When I was done, she asked me the important questions: if I had fun and if I wanted to do it again. "I think so," I said. "I'm sore from so many orgasms."

"Oh-my-God, me too!" she squealed. She looked down at her hands for a moment before telling me, "I sort of cheated last night and hung out in the bathroom while you with her." 

"Why didn't you join us?"




Zoey and Me Ch. 04



"I don't know, because I wanted you to have fun. Sam's really loud."

"Yeah she is," I agreed. I asked how loud and Zoey said she could only hear her in the bathroom, but it was really easy to hear in her bathroom. She asked how much time we had before Lindsey got off work and I knew she was really asking if we had enough time to fool around. I answered with a kiss and before long we were naked and taking turns going down on each other. That was nice, but the nicer part was being naked with her again. We cuddled together, holding each other's naked bodies close and giving each other little kisses instead of talking for a while. 

"I really like eating pussy," she said, breaking our silence. 

"Me too," I said.

"No, I mean, I really like it," she insisted and she sat up. I sat up with her and we sat cross-legged, facing each other. 

"More than dick?"

Zoey shrugged. "I don't know about that, because I really like guys, too, but I'm really glad we did Sam."

"Yeah, she's fun," I agreed, unsure where Zoey was going with things.

"It's different with a girl, you know?" she asked. She reached out and caressed the curve of my breast with the palm of her hand while her thumb rocked my nipple back and forth. "I mean, I always sort of wondered what it would be like, but I never knew it would be this good." She kissed me and I could tell she was thinking out loud and needed to keep talking. "I used to look at pictures of girls together and wonder what it would be like. Did you ever do that?" I shook my head. I mean, I had seen pictures like that and I had seen porn movies where girls did stuff together, but I never did it the way she meant it. "I used to," she said. "I remember how pretty I thought those girls looked together. I remember thinking how happy they looked and I wanted to feel that way."

"I like touching you," I offered, because I did and I reached out and caressed one of her boobs, too. "It feels sort of wrong to do it, but that's part of what makes it, fun, too. Does that make sense?" She nodded and smiled. She also tweaked my nipple by rolling it between her finger and thumb. I tried to ignore how good that felt. "You touch me differently than how a guy does it."

"Oh-my-God, I know!" she said, lighting up as if I had picked a key element for her. "Guys are all like . . ." she grabbed and manhandled my boobs without any grace. "But girls are more like . . ." she caressed my breasts, but finished with a playful tweak that hurt and felt good at the same time. "Guys don't get that, do they?"

"Most don't," I agreed. 

"And don't get me started on this," she said, moving a hand between my legs. "I mean, I know that probably feels good, right?" she asked as she gently rubbed my clit with an up and down motion. "But how many guys have figured out that you really like it like this?" She moved her fingers in that tight, tiny circle that I use when I do it myself. She was right, of course, there had been more of an instinctual understanding between us. Even Sam seemed to pick up on little things faster than any man.

"But fucking sure feels nice, too," I said.

"Yeah it does," she agreed, moving her hand away from my pussy before I got too excited. "I don't have a problem with dick. I think I still want it, but guys are easy to find, you know?" I nodded, they were. I knew I could get with my geeky fuck-buddy again anytime I wanted it and I had even thought about it. "Do you swallow? You know, when you're with a guy?"

"Yeah, I love doing that. I like that a lot," I said, because I did and still do, but I could tell Zoey didn't share my opinion. I held back telling her how I used to suck off guys I wasn't dating just for the fun of sucking them off. 

"Guys are just messy." 

"Oh, like you don't get wet?" I laughed. "And Sam? She gets REALLY wet."

"But it's not all shooting and spraying and in your face," Zoey insisted. I shrugged because I knew it didn't really matter. This wasn't about guys as much as what we were doing together. "I like when they come in my pussy or up my butt, though," she allowed with a half-grin.

"Well, if that happens, I'd still do down on you," I added.

"Pervert," she giggled.

"Me? You're the one who likes it up the butt!"

"Sam, too!" she defended, still smiling.

"Yeah, she likes that a lot."

Zoey moved closer to me. She put her legs over mine and moved until our pussies were inches away from each other and our nipples were touching. "I really like talking this," she said and kissed me.

"Me too," I said, though I glanced at the clock to make sure we weren't going to get caught. We still had time.

"What was the best part about this weekend?" she asked.

"Catching you masturbating," I said, though I knew that wasn't technically part of the weekend. "You looked so sexy doing it." I felt as if I needed to add more, too, so she would know I was on her side. "And it was really hot how you were fingering your backside."

"Sometimes I use my toy there," she said and that reminded me that I still had it. I jumped up, ran to my drawer and gave it back to her. "Are you wanting a demonstration?" 

"Oh no, I just didn't want to forget to give it back to you," I said as I climbed back on the bed. This time, it was my legs that went over her legs so we were still sitting extra close. I picked up the toy and really studied its size. "You can really fit this up your butt?" It looked too big.

"I take dicks there, so yeah," she giggled. "You should let me do it to you. I bet you'd like it."

"I don't know," I said, unsure if I'd like it or not. "But I bet Sam would like that."

"Really?" Zoey asked. I nodded because I was sure of it. "Is it wrong if I say I really want to have sex with her again?"

"I think it's your turn," I said because I didn't want to hog Sam to myself. 

"I don't know where we'd do it, though. Beth is like always in the room."

"You can bring her back here," I offered since Lindsey's work and class schedule kept her out of the room until after five every day. Zoey gave me a hopeful look and I hoped I was sweetening the deal with what I said next. "And I think you should do her one-on-one, too."

"But what are you going to do? Watch?"

I shook my head. "No, I can just let you guys in, you can have your fun and I'll come back later."

"You'd do that for me?" she asked, looking surprised.

"I don't know," I said, pulling the toy away from her. "Do you promise to keep this out of my ass until I'm ready for it?"

"Yes," she said, giggling and kissing me. 

"Deal," I said between her kisses. "But you have to find out her schedule and stuff." That reminded me how I didn't know Zoey's schedule and by the time we were done swapping phone numbers and comparing class schedules, it was time for us to get dressed before Lindsey walked in on us. Keeping things discrete, Zoey left through the front door to go back to her room instead of cutting through the bathroom. I thought that was funny. It added to the sensation that we were in a secret club with precisely three members.

It didn't take long for Zoey and Sam to work out their schedules. In fact, it was the next day when Zoey caught up with me with the quad between classes. "Hey sexy," she said.

"What's up, girlfriend?" I asked, laughing because it felt funny to say those things and because we both knew they were true. Zoey asked if I was serious about my offer and how I felt about giving them some space that afternoon. I answered by giving her my room key. "Lindsey gets off work at five, so you have to be done by then." Zoey nodded and we made arrangements to meet in the cafeteria at four, which was when Sam's shift would start. 

On Tuesday's, I had an afternoon class from one o'clock until two o'clock. That was the class that got cancelled the day I caught Zoey playing with herself. As I sat in class, I couldn't keep my mind off of what was probably happening in my dorm room. I briefly wondered why they couldn't use Zoey's room, but without knowing Beth's schedule, I dismissed the thought. I remember how I didn't feel jealous or left out. Instead, I felt happy that Zoey and Sam were having some one-on-one time. I tried imagining what they might be doing with each other before deciding that maybe I didn't want to know, just knowing they were together was enough for me.

Sharing that class with my geeky fuck-buddy friend didn't help matters. Eric was a nice guy, even if he was a hard-core gamer and huge computer geek. I liked Eric because he was smart and funny and even though he was into geek stuff, he still showered every day and tried to look good. It was the first time I had seen time since our Thursday night together and I knew I had to talk to him. His awkwardness after class was so cute and funny. "What's up, Katie?" he asked, smiling but looking unsure of himself. "I haven't seen you around." He was right, because I had been holed up in my room having sex with Zoey. 

"I'm good," I said and kissed him on cheek. 

"If you're heading to class, I can walk you," he offered. That was so sweet that I felt my heart melt a little bit for him.

"I'm done for the day. What about you? I can walk you to class."

"I'm done, too," he said and looked unsure what to say next.

"We could sit for a bit if you want," I offered. I led the way outside and we sat on the steps of the building in the sun. It was mid-September and the weather was still beautiful. 

"I had fun the other night," he blurted out.

"Yeah, me, too," I said, leaning against him for a moment. "You were good."

"Really?" He sounded surprised.

"Oh yeah, you did a great job. Got me off."

Eric laughed and fell speechless for a moment before asking, "So, that was just a one-time thing, right?"

"I think so," I said, remembering what I had told him that night. I know he didn't understand why I fucked him and I wasn't sure how much of an explanation I owed him. After that first time with Zoey, when I was confused by how much I liked it, I had wanted to be with a guy, almost any guy. Eric and I ended up in line together in the cafeteria and we ended up sitting together. I remember being confused and horny and thinking that he was doable in a geeky sort of way. I had asked him if he had a girlfriend. He said he didn't. Then I asked him if he had ever had a girlfriend and he had laughed, assuring me he had. (I know, that was mean, but it was how it happened.) Then I asked him how he felt about having a cheap, meaningless one-night-stand and the surprised look on his face had sealed the deal for me. 

"Okay. Well, if you ever, you know, will you think about me?"

"While I'm doing it with someone else?" I asked. I was teasing, of course.

"Um, sure, okay," he stammered, giving me a confused look. His half smile reminded me a bit of how Zoey sometimes smiled with just half of her lips.

"Fine," I sighed, still playing though I don't think he had caught on yet. "I'll blow you for old time's sake but I'm not getting naked, okay?" 

Eric stared at me with wide open brown eyes that were waiting for me to laugh or smile or something. "Are you serious?"

"Was I serious last Thursday?"

"No."

"Then let's do it, okay? We have to go to your room, though."

"Yeah, sure," he said, standing up but still looking confused. I stood up with him and nodded from him to lead the way. As we walked towards his building, he pulled out his phone. "I need to make sure my roommate isn't home." I nodded, smiling and feeling giddy about what I was going to do. It was like before I got pregnant when I would sneak out to the parking lot, give a quick blow-job to some lucky guy and then head back into class. I only did that three times, but it had been with three different guys and I think, if I didn't end up with a boyfriend later that year, I would have kept on doing it. Like Eric, all three of those guys had been good-looking, geeky guys who weren't really popular in school and I had known, even if they had told someone about what had happened, no one would believe them. 

As we walked, I listened to Eric's side of the conversation. "Yo bitch," he said when his roommate answered. "I need you to clear out of the room for a bit." A pause. "Why do you think?" Another pause. "No, you don't know her." Another pause. "Shut the fuck up and get out, okay?" One more pause. "No, a different girl," he said and I knew he had told his roommate about our tryst last Thursday. "Hurry," he added.

Our college had two freshmen dorms that faced each other. One was for the incoming men and the other was for the women. The rules were different between the two buildings, though both dorms required guests to be accompanied. Men were forbidden in the women's dorm after midnight while the men's dorm didn't carry the same restriction against female guests after midnight. Eric's room was on the ground floor and as we walked into the building, I felt like I had on Thursday night. I was walking into a den of testosterone and it felt good. Every guy we passed turned and stared at the two of us. As we turned the corner towards Eric's room, another geeky looking guy slowed as he approached us. I wasn't sure, but it looked as if that guy had just left Eric's room. As we drew closer, the guy nodded at Eric and gave that typical guy greeting and head nod, "Dude." Eric nodded back and kept walking, but I stopped him.

"Was that your roommate?" I asked. 

"Yeah," Eric said, glancing over his shoulder to make sure the other guy had kept walking. 

"He's sort of cute," I said, looking over my shoulder. Terrance, Eric's roommate, had made it as far as the turn in the hallway before stopping. He was peeking around the corner, I guess hoping to get a better look at the girl with his roommate. I waved at him. "Wait a second, okay?" I told Eric and started walking down the hallway to the corner. Terrance saw me and ducked back around the corner. Maybe he was running away, but something told me he was standing just around the corner wondering what to do. When I reached the corner, I saw that I was right. I quickly looked him over before extending my hand to him. Glancing to my left, I could see Eric was still standing in the hallway, in front of his room, looking confused and worried. 

"Hi, I'm Becky," I lied. Don't ask me where I got that name or why I lied, I just did.

"Terrance," he said, shaking my hand and looking as if he was about to run away.

"I'm going to suck off your roommate and then leave, but if you want to, I'll suck off you, too."

Terrence blinked once and stared at me as words failed him. His mouth opened, but no words came out. I knew I had just blown his mind and I didn't care.

"Is that a yes or no?" I asked and he managed to nod his head. I pulled my hand away and started walking back down the hallway. I didn't look to see if he was following me but the confused look on Eric's face told me he did. As I neared Eric, I whispered, "He thinks my name is Becky." I got another slack jawed head nod. I nodded at the door and Eric opened it. That's when I glanced over my shoulder, saw Terrance was right behind me and stepped inside a room that was laid out much the ones in my dorm. 

Unlike the rooms in the girl's dorm, a big TV hooked up to three different gaming systems took precedent in their room. Their beds were bunk beds and I knew the bottom bunk was Eric's. I walked into the middle of the room and smiled at them. They stood side-by-side with an amazed and confused look on their faces.

"Okay, here's the deal," I told them. "I'm going to give you each one blow job. You're allowed to come inside my mouth. You're not allowed to touch me. If you tell your friends about this, it will never happen again. Deal?" 

I got two head nods before Terrance asked, "Who goes first?"

"You both do," I said and snagged a pillow off Eric's bed before dropping to my knees in front of them. Oddly, Terrance seemed to understand the deal faster than Eric. He started working the front of his pants, glanced towards Eric and stopped. I rubbed the front of Eric's pants, unsurprised to find out he was hard. I was willing to bet he had gotten hard on the walk over. Feeling my hand on his crotch was all the extra encouragement Eric needed. After glancing at what Terrence was doing, Eric opened his pants, too.

Both men were wearing white-tighty underwear that they pushed down to their knees along with their jeans. I started with Eric, since he was hardest. I wrapped my lips around his nicely sized prick and sucked him back and forth a few times while rubbing Terrance's growing penis. Once I felt Terrance getting hard, I moved from Eric to Terrance. Both men stood absolutely still and neither of them said a word. I'm guessing neither wanted to risk breaking the spell though I don't know. I didn't care. After my talk yesterday with Zoey and knowing what she was doing, I wanted cock in my mouth just like how I wanted dick in my pussy after that first time with Zoey. I didn't know it at the time, but I was about to spend most of my freshman year eating pussy. For that moment, I felt like the world's worst lesbian and felt better because of it. 

I'd like to say how I spent an hour on my knees sucking them. I'd like to say how I had time to suck on their balls and really play with both of them. Hell, with how my life turned out, I'd like to say lots of different things happened before we were done, but none of that would be true. Instead, neither one of them held back. Maybe I spent a total of ten minutes of my knees, but I doubt it. It felt like it was maybe ten seconds. One moment, I'm enjoying moving back and forth between their fat, hard cocks and then the next moment, Terrance is moaning and coming inside my mouth. As soon as I was done swallowing him, the very moment I put my lips back on Eric, he came, too. In a way, I got what I wanted most, I got two nice sized mouthfuls of cum back-to-back. In another way, I wanted to spend more time getting there.

Even though they were both hard and I was very tempted to do a lot more with them, I didn't. After their orgasms, I stood up. I kissed both of them on the lips even though I had just sucked them off. I didn't care, but that gets to other things about me that you'll have to read in different stories. I did exactly what I promised to do. I sucked them off, stood and left. I guess that kind of ruined things for Eric because on Thursday in class, he wouldn't look at me. I remember that happening to me in high school, too, and it didn't bother me. Besides, by the time Thursday rolled around, I wasn't sure I still wanted cock in my life.

Because Eric and Terrance didn't take very long, I still had a lot of time to kill before meeting up with Zoey at the cafeteria. With nothing better to do with my time, I went to the Student Center and camped out at one of the tables inside the cafeteria. I drank a Coke, read and did my best to ignore how my entire body felt on fire. I felt horny in a way I had never experienced. Sucking off those guys might have proved to me that I still liked cock, but it did nothing for calming the fire between my legs. Hell, it made it worse, but I was determined to suffer. I'm sure I kept squirming in my chair because I remember how I kept crossing and recrossing my legs wishing I could bring myself to go into the bathroom and masturbate. I thought a lot about Sam and Zoey and hoped they were having a good time until I saw them strolling into the cafeteria wearing big, happy smiles. They were cutting it close. It was only a few minutes before four o'clock, the start of Sam's work shift. She gave me a big smile, apologized because she had to clock in and disappeared into the kitchen area while Zoey plopped down across from me.

"Damn," she said.

"Well, don't get comfortable," I said, standing and grabbing her hand for her to follow me. 




Zoey and Me Ch. 04



"Where are we going?" she asked, plodding along behind me.

"My room," I said, pissed that I had to slow down and wait for her to catch up. The clock was ticking and I didn't care if Zoey and I had sex or not, but damn it, I was going to make sure I did!

"What's your problem?" she asked, moving up alongside of me.

"I'm horny as hell and need to get off," I snapped.

"Now you know how I felt Sunday night," she laughed. 

"Did you leave your toy in my room?" I asked, sure she and Sam had used it.

"Yeah, Beth was home so I couldn't get it back to my room."

"Good," I said, fumbling for the lobby key I didn't have because I had loaned it Zoey. She swiped open the lobby door for me with her key, found mine and pressed it into my hand. It was all I could do to stop from running to my room. I fumbled with my room key while dancing in the hallway as if I had to pee. Zoey was laughing at me and I didn't care. I opened the door, allowed her to go inside first as I leaned against the back of the door and shoved my hand inside my pants. 

"Holy fuck," Zoey said, standing next to the closed bathroom door. I guessed she had kept it closed after her time with Sam. I was already having an orgasm. I closed my eyes tight, rode out the joy of that sensation and when I opened my eyes, Zoey was standing in front of me shaking her head and smiling. "That is the hottest thing I have ever seen," she said. 

"No, you're the hottest thing I've ever seen," I said and pushed away from the door and launched myself at Zoey. She squealed as I grabbed her and started kissing her. I groped her as we shuffled backwards to my bed where I pushed her down. Before she could stop me, I worked the front of her jeans and pulled them off before dropping to my knees and shoving my face against her pussy. I had just spent the better part of an hour and a half trying not to think about her and Sam taking turns eating pussy. If I was jealous of anyone, it wasn't Zoey being with another woman, it was because I wasn't with either one of them. 

I ate Zoey's pussy while fumbling with the front of my jeans, pulling them open enough to make room for my hand. Again, I touched myself, rubbing and circling around clit in the way that always has felt best to me. I was desperate for another orgasm and determined to find it while I had my face as tightly against Zoey's pussy as I could manage. 

"Do it, Katie," Zoey said, I guess borrowing from Sam's playbook. "Eat it. Eat my pussy!" She wasn't as loud as Sam, but she didn't need to be either. It was just the two of us and that was enough for me. She squirmed against me as I ate her and I shivered with another orgasm that still didn't feel like enough. I've never been multi-orgasmic, but I am able to have one orgasm after another for several in a row and I think I like that better because I get to feel that tension, its release and then the build-up until it happens again. I rode out the thrill of that second orgasm before feeling in control of myself. That doesn't mean I stopped what I was doing, far from it. I kept eating Zoey's pussy while getting naked. I was wearing a button down shirt that I took off. I worked my bra and I scooted out of my jeans and panties while keeping my face against Zoey's pussy. I know she came, at least once, but that wasn't enough for me either. I heard her whimper and felt her trying to pull away. I wasn't having any of that. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of my bed. I pulled too hard and her ass was hanging off of the bed. I put her legs over my shoulders, held her pretty little ass and kept going until she was moaning again. "Enough," she begged, trying again to pull away from me. I don't think I would have let her go except she said the magic words, "Let me do you!"

I scrambled on the bed, ready to straddle her face or trade places with her or move into a sixty-nine position, anything that included me getting off, too. As I moved, Zoey pulled away towards the head of my bed, reached beneath my pillows and pulled out her big vibrator. "Remember this?" she asked and she pushed me backwards. I fell with my legs open as she turned on the toy and pressed it against my clit. Reach up my body, she twisted one of my nipples and I came again. 

"Don't stop," I begged. I remember her smile and she bore down hard against my clit with that long, fat plastic toy. I laid my hand on top of it, dug my heels into the bed, raised my ass off the bed and squirmed against it until I came one more time. That was the orgasm that temporarily released me from my fever. I didn't feel exhausted or relaxed, I felt energized and temporarily satiated. I guess I can't stress the temporarily satisfied sensation I felt enough, because somehow I knew I needed more before my day was done. However, for that moment, I was good. "So, how was your day?" I asked, sitting up, leaning over and giving her a big kiss.

"Oh, the usual," she said, laughing. "I got fucked up the ass by my lesbian friend. Then I butt fucked her. After that, we ate each other out for a while before fingering each other to intense orgasms."

"Aw, I'm so happy for you!" I said and I was. I kissed her again and when that wasn't enough for me, I kissed her tits and fingered her pussy. When that wasn't enough for me either, I pushed her back and started going down her. 

"Don't you have a roommate coming soon?" she asked. I looked up at my cat clock with the swinging tail and the creepy eyes that ticked back and forth. It was ten minutes to five. 

"Not if you hurry," I said. "Tell me about Sam." I pressed my mouth back against Zoey's pussy, looked up at her and played with her tits while she tried to tell me her story. She started with what I already knew.

"She is so fucking loud," she said. "I mean, it's sexy, but damn!" I nodded my head, though I'm not sure if Zoey understood I was nodding in agreement or if she thought I was just eating her pussy in a slightly different way. "I was really nervous until we got started. I remembered what you told me about her being into butt play, too, so I showed her my toy before we even got undressed and that was the first thing she wanted to do. She told me she wanted to fuck me up the ass with it and I almost . . . I almost . . ." Zoey's story was interrupted because that's when I put two fingers in her ass and she came around them. "Bitch," she giggled after her orgasm.

"Get dressed and keep talking," I said, glancing at the clock and realizing we didn't have much time. She finished the sentence I had interrupted about how she almost came from Sam just mentioning what she wanted to do with the toy. Then she told me how Sam made her get naked, kneel on the bed on all fours and Sam basically attacked Zoey's ass, first with her mouth and fingers and then with the toy. I interrupted to ask, "Did she even get naked?"

"Not at first," Zoey grinned. "It was just me, naked, with my ass up in the air for her and it was so fucking sexy!" While I wasn't the anal slut Zoey was, the imagery of the moment still got to me and I felt another pang between my legs of unrequited need. I was sitting cross legged on my bed while Zoey was sitting in the chair in front of my desk.

"I wished I could have been here to see that," I admitted, glancing at the clock, doing a bit of math and quickly deciding I didn't have time to stick my hands inside my pants for one more thrill. I couldn't be sure when Lindsey would walk through the front door, but I couldn't risk it, either.

"Oh fuck, that would have been so hot!" Zoey said, shivering and clutching at herself. "I felt on displayed and that was really, really hot!"

"Like when you opened the bathroom door over the weekend," I reminded her, because even though she knew Beth was around, I didn't and it really got to me.

"Or when you and Sam were doing it and I was sitting right here, just watching," Zoey added and that's when we heard the front door opening. 

"Or like when I walked in you playing with yourself," I said, which was how everything got started.

"Or when you were doing it while I was standing in the bathroom just listening," Zoey said right before we heard the front door opening. Without losing a beat, Zoey turned to the hallway and said, "Hi Lindsey!" Zoey called it out as if nothing was going on. She was much better at that than me. Before Lindsey made it completely into the room, I noticed Zoey's toy was still sitting on my bed. I shoved it beneath some pillows.

"Hey neighbor," Lindsey said, stepping into the room. She flashed me a smile that faded. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, wondering why she looked concerned.

"You're all red-faced."

"Yeah, we were just telling stories about embarrassing moments," I lied, wishing away the blush on my face.

"Oh yeah? Whatever it was, it must have been a big one," Lindsey said, sitting down on her bed and smiling. "What was it?"

"Oh please, don't make me say it again," I said, fanning myself. Truth was, I didn't have another lie ready to pop out. Some people are good at thinking on their feet like that, but I'm not one of them.

"I'll tell her if you don't want to," Zoey offered, all smiles and happiness. I'm sure I shot her a glare, but it didn't stop her. "She was telling me about the time she got caught playing with herself at camp."

"Oh wow!" Lindsey burst out, laughing with glee.

"Oh, and that wasn't the worst part," Zoey said, making it up as she went along. Truth was, I had never gone to a camp before in my life. Zoey reached over and patted my knee. "Apparently our roomie Katie likes to play with her butt when she's playing with herself."

I watched Lindsey's eyes go wide before she burst out laughing even harder. "I can see why you're blushing!" 

"You ever do that?" Zoey asked if it was nothing and Lindsey's smile faded a bit.

"Play with myself?" Lindsey asked, still smiling a bit but looking unsure of herself. "Sometimes. I mean, almost everyone does, don't they?"

"I do," Zoey said, letting Lindsey off the hook. Lindsey looked relieved. "I do it a lot."

"Oh really?" Lindsey said, her smile back to being full force. I wasn't sure where Zoey was going with things, so I held back. Part of me didn't trust me, too. Remember, I was still feeling really horny. "So what's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to Zoey?" Lindsey asked me, I guess trying to give me a chance to throw Zoey under bus except I'm not good thinking on the spot like that.

"I don't know, she was just going to tell me when someone came home," I said, looking at Zoey.

"Okay, I'll say, but then Lindsey has to tell us one, too," Zoey said. Lindsey nodded that she would play along. Zoey looked back and forth between us before saying, "I don't know that I can tell the most embarrassing thing. Besides, I sort of went already, didn't I?"

"How do you figure?" I asked, disappointed.

"Because I said I play with myself, too," she said. "I think it's Lindsey's turn to go and whatever she says, I know I can beat it."

"I don't know," Lindsey said with a nervous giggle. "Maybe I've done some pretty crazy things!"

"Um, former cheerleader," Zoey reminded her.

"Does it have to be a sex thing?" Lindsey asked.

"Yes," Zoey and I answered together and the three of us laughed.

Lindsey made a half-frown out of one side of her full, pouty lips. "Okay, but you have to promise you'll never tell." We nodded. "Mine's a bit like Katie's, except I didn't get caught doing anything." Lindsey squirmed uncomfortably as if her bed suddenly became lumpy beneath her butt. "I, um, my Mom sort of found . . . See, I have these toys, you know?"

"Not really," Zoey said. "What kind of toys, like Barbie dolls or something?" I giggled because I know Zoey was purposely playing the innocent and then I felt bad about giggling. After all, Lindsey was my roommate and I had to live with her. 

"I think she means sex toys," I said, watching Lindsey. When she nodded, her dark hair swung back and forth over her shoulders. Lindsey had thick, dark hair that she wore shoulder length. On humid days, the ends would curl up and she looked like one of the girls from that movie "Hairspray" where John Travolta played the part of a girl. 

"Toy or toys?" Zoey insisted on knowing. 

"Toys," Lindsey admitted as her cheeks turned pink. 

"Oh-my-God, how many of them?!" Zoey asked, acting as if the idea of owning sex toys was shocking.

"Just three," Lindsey said. I felt bad for how Zoey was playing Lindsey, but her revelation was surprising, too. There was something about the way she answered; it suggested she wanted to own more than three. "One of them wasn't even mine. One of them was a gift for a girlfriend of mine who was getting married, sort of a gag bachelorette party gift."

"But the other two were yours, weren't they?" Zoey asked. Lindsey nodded and gave us an impish little smile I had seldom seen on her face. "Were they big?"

"One of them is," Lindsey confessed. "My favorite one. I call it Kong."

"Does it vibrate?" Zoey quizzed.

"Oh no, not Kong. Kong is just a big, fat dildo." She held up her hands, indicating a hefty sized toy. "The other one was a vibrator, though. It was pretty small." She gestured something much smaller and skinnier before catching herself. "Okay, Zoey, what about you? What's your most embarrassing moment?"

"Wait, I want to see Kong first," Zoey said. Lindsey's brown eyes went wide with surprise.

"What makes you think I brought it to college?"

"Because that's not the kind of thing people leave at home," Zoey said before winking at me and saying, "Katie brought hers." Now there were two girls in the room staring at Zoey with wide eyes. 

"What are you talking about?" I spat out. "I don't have own a toy."

"Oh really?" Zoey asked, wearing that evil looking grin she could get. Before I could stop her, she reached beneath my pillows and pulled out HER vibrator. "Then what's this?" Lindsey shrieked with delight at the sudden appearance of the big, fat sex toy while I was completely stuck. What could I say? It wasn't mine? It was Zoey's and it was under MY pillows for WHICH reason? That bitch Zoey wasn't done torturing me yet, either. She turned it on. "And the batteries sound really fresh, too."

"I can't believe you!" I said, stunned. I couldn't say more without saying too much. My mind scrambled for a way to turn the tables on her. "How did you even know it was there?" I asked, hoping to accuse her of snooping or something.

"Oh please, do you really want me to say?" Zoey asked, turning off the toy. Looking at Lindsey, she lied again. "She offered to let me borrow it."

"I did not!" I said, angry and frustrated. Zoey raised her eyebrows at me while she wagged the toy back and forth like a metronome or the tail on my wall kitty cat wall clock. She was still smiling when she looked at me and I saw her eyes making a move towards Lindsey as if I should notice something. I glanced at my roommate and had no idea what Zoey meant. Lindsey was still staring at the toy. That's when it occurred to me, Lindsey was still staring at the toy! As if she was in a hypnotic trance, her eyes followed the toy back and forth. I'll admit, it was difficult to keep your eyes off the long, white toy, but the way Lindsey's eyes were following it was a bit much. 

"So, what did you say?" Zoey asked me, giving me a chance to take back my words. 

"I said you could use it, but I didn't say you could borrow it," I tried. It didn't make a lot of sense to me either. How was she supposed to use it if she wasn't allowed to borrow it? Unable to stand how Zoey was waving it around, I snatched it away from her and shoved it back beneath my pillows. "Now what's your embarrassing moment?"

"I want to see Kong, first," Zoey insisted. "Don't you, Katie?" She glared at me to give the right answer.

"Sure, why not," I said. "You saw mine, so show me yours."

Lindsey frowned again before rolling her eyes. She let out a sigh and slid off her bed. I expected her to head to the chest of drawers we each had inside our closets. Instead, she pulled open the bottom drawer of desk, reached inside and pulled out the long, fat jelly dildo. True to her description, it was nearly a foot long and shaped like a real penis, only much bigger than any penis I had ever seen. The toy had a half set of balls at its base and when Lindsey stood it up on her desktop, the head leaned over from its weight. 

"Oh wow," I said, amazed that Lindsey had a toy, that it deserved being named "Kong" and that she showed it to us.

"How often do you get to use it?" Zoey asked, her voice a hoarse whisper.

"Fuck you, Zoey," Lindsey said with a very satisfied smirk. She had clearly won and she pressed her advantage. "Tell us you're most embarrassing moment and it better be damn good."

"No shit," I agreed, finding it difficult not to stare at the big toy on Lindsey's desk and imagine how it could feel to use it. I guessed Zoey wouldn't tell the truth, but I was curious what her next lie might be.

"It's really bad," she said, feigning embarrassment by looking down at her feet. "Over the summer, I got caught shoplifting."

"That's not very bad," Lindsey said.

"Shoplifting a porno movie from the video store near my house," Zoey continued. That was better, but she wasn't done. "And it was, um, an all-girl movie."

"You mean, lesbian porn?" Lindsey asked, apparently buying into the lie. Zoey nodded. "So what happened." Zoey shook her head, but Lindsey wasn't having it. "Really? I showed you Kong!"

Zoey looked up for a moment, maybe she was checking to see if Lindsey was buying, I don't know. She looked at me, too, and stayed in character. Honestly, it was a good enough performance that I asked her later if any of it was true. She said it wasn't but in the moment there was enough believability to her story that I nodded for her to go on. "We won't tell," I promised.

"The clerk that caught me was a girl, a girl I knew from high school, Tina . . . She, um . . . She said she would tell. That store had a policy of taking pictures of people who tried to steal holding up what they were stealing and posting it on a bulletin board inside the store and she said that's what she was going to do unless I . . . unless I did stuff."

"What stuff?" Lindsey asked.

"Sex stuff," Zoey said. "To her."

"You are so lying," I blurted out. I don't know why. Maybe because she had made my life so difficult, I don't know.

"Am not!" she insisted and piled it on thicker. "I had to go to her house the next day, we went up to her room and she made me have sex with her while she played the video I was trying to steal."

"Did she do anything to you?" I asked, moderating my voice to sound more concerned.

"Maybe," Zoey said as if she didn't want to talk about it.

"She did, didn't she?" I said and knew what I was supposed to say next. "And you liked it, didn't you?" Zoey nodded and I saw a little smirk on her face before she buried her face in her hands as if she as ashamed. 

Not knowing any better, Lindsey reached out and tried to console Zoey. She rubbed her back and cooed, "It's okay, Zoey. It wasn't your fault."

"Even if I liked it?" Zoey asked with her face still in her hands. She pulled her face out of her hands to add, "I liked it a lot."



Zoey and Me Ch. 05



I guess I should explain that all these stories I'm telling happened when I was in college and that was a long time ago because I'm in my thirties now and all this happened over ten years ago. We had the internet back then and email but not all the video porn sites or Netflix or any of the stuff. Movies were still on DVDs or videotapes. Not everyone had a cellphone, no Twitter or Facebook and having a computer usually meant having a desktop computer with a really big monitor.

*

I was surprised Zoey would make up a story about having sex with another woman, especially in front of Lindsey. I guess I haven't talked a lot about Lindsey because there wasn't a lot to say about her until now. She was my roommate and she lived about three hours away from campus so she could go home more often than I could. She worked a work study job at the Financial Aid Center between classes so she was usually gone until after five most weekdays. She had a boyfriend back home and they apparently had a lot of sex because she wasn't shy talking about her boyfriend and his big dick and all the sexy things they did, so I knew she wasn't a prude or anything. We were good enough friends that I had told her about having sex with Eric last Thursday but we weren't good enough friends that I would tell her about my afternoon with Eric and Terrance.

Lindsey had dark brown hair that was almost black and it was really thick. She kept it at shoulder length and on humid days the tips would curl up, but I think I said that part already. She had brown eyes, was a bit taller than Zoey because almost everyone is taller than Zoey. I always thought Lindsey was pretty, maybe not as pretty as Zoey because Zoey was really cute in that cheerleader sort of way, but Lindsey was pretty, too. She was funny and could be really sarcastic at times in a funny way but she was really nice, too. We ate breakfast together almost every school day and hanging out with her on the weekends when she stayed on campus didn't suck. It wasn't like we were besties, but I think we both liked each other and I think we did a good job at respecting each other's space in the room. 

It was our third week of school though I guess we had been together longer than that because incoming freshmen were supposed to get to campus early and do orientations and stuff. College still felt new and exciting but that initial nervousness of being away from home and being in a dorm room had mostly faded. 

After Zoey's "confession" there was a quiet pause in the room. I didn't know what to say and I was afraid of saying the wrong thing so I stayed quiet and looked at Lindsey to see her reaction. Lindsey had bought into all of Zoey's story and was first to end the silent hush in the room. "Was that the first time you had done anything with another girl?" she asked, her voice was soft and gentle and her hand was still on Zoey's back.

"I might have kissed a girlfriend or two at a party or something," Zoey said. "What about you?"

Lindsey looked up at me before saying anything. "I might have done a little something," she said.

"What about you?" Zoey asked me and I was put on the spot again. I wasn't sure how to answer the question and I struggled with my mind spinning around telling something close to the truth and coming up with a believable lie. Unfortunately, I wasn't as good at thinking up lies as Zoey but I did know how to deflect a question. I started laughing.

"Is this really a good conversation for us to be having with that toy sitting there and . . .?" I glanced at where I had shoved Zoey's big toy. 

"What do you mean?" Lindsey asked and Zoey was quick to answer for me.

"I think Katie's getting excited," she said. She was half-right except I wasn't "getting excited," I was already excited and still wrestling with it. Zoey giggled. 

"Maybe I'm excited because I like seeing Lindsey's toy," I said trying to defend myself. 

"Would you like to hold it?" Lindsey asked with a sly grin on her face. I wasn't sure if she was picking on me or being serious until she pulled it off her desk and held it out to me. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, so I took it. If nothing else it had changed the direction of the conversation.

"It's really heavy," I said surprised with its heft. I tried to wrap my fingers around it and I wasn't able to touch my thumb to my fingers because it was too fat. I can't remember which surprised me the most that Lindsey even owned a toy like or that she would use a big toy like that. "Do you really . . .?" I asked, ending the question without finishing it.

"Sometimes," Lindsey admitted with a faint blush returning to her cheeks. 

"When?" I asked because I didn't think she had much time alone in the room. Like I said, we ate breakfast together and then she worked until after five and most nights we were both in the room together and I think I would have noticed her using a big toy like that. 

"Thursday," she said and we both laughed because we knew what I was doing on Thursday. Zoey didn't know about Eric and couldn't pick up the reference.

"Is that like an every Thursday date?" she asked.

"No, just this last Thursday," Lindsey explained. "Katie was gone for a while and I had some time and I knew I was going to go home on Friday to see my boyfriend and . . . you know, I got horny."

"Tell me your boyfriend is this big," I said still studying the toy. I had grown up in a small town that didn't have any place where I could buy something like this. I knew vibrators and dildos and things like this existed but I had never seen one in real life much less hold one! I wasn't even sure where someone would buy something like that. It wasn't helping matters that Lindsey had just admitted this toy had been inside her pussy. 

"Not even close," Lindsey laughed. "He's big, but not that kind of big."

"Yours is big, too," Zoey said reaching beneath my pillows. She pulled out the vibrator that really belonged to her and passed it to Lindsey. 

We were quiet while Lindsey studied the toy. She played with the knob on the bottom, turning it on and holding the tip of it while it vibrated. "That's really intense," she said, turning off the toy and passing it back to Zoey who tried handing it to me.

"Keep it," I said. "You said you wanted to borrow it." That, of course, was a lie and about as good as I could do on the spot. It didn't even match Zoey's lie about it.

"No, you offered to loan it to me," Zoey corrected. "And I don't need it because maybe I have one of my own." 

"No way!" I said. That was news to me.

"Well this is unfair," Lindsey said. "We're showing off ours, let's see yours." Zoey said she'd have to go get it and Lindsey said we'd wait. Zoey used the bathroom pass-thru to get to her room. While she was gone I asked Lindsey if she believed Zoey's story about shoplifting the video and getting caught. "Why would she make up something like that?" From where she sat, it good reasoning and I didn't burst her bubble. "Did you really offer your toy to Zoey?"

I hated being put on the spot about a lie I didn't invent. "I didn't know what to say after she found it," I said and I smiled, hoping she bought it. Zoey had left the toy sitting on my desk chair before leaving the room. Lindsey picked it back up. "You could borrow it if you want."

"Do you have another date tonight?" she asked with a hopeful smile. 

"No," I said wishing I had lied and giving a different answer. Zoey wasn't back yet and a new thought came to me. "Zoey and me were going to get dinner, though," I suggested.

"I don't know," Lindsey said, turning on the toy and feeling buzzing against her hand again. "Wouldn't that be weird knowing what I was doing?"

"Like you said: almost everyone does it sometimes, don't they?" I said. Lindsey and I were still laughing when Zoey came back into the room.

"Mine isn't big like yours," she said, digging in her pocket and pulling out a slender vibrator that was about as fat as an electric toothbrush only it had sort of tapered shape to it and was covered in some kind of latex or rubber or something. 

"It's so cute!" Lindsey said, setting aside the big vibrator to hold Zoey's small one. She turned it on and tested it inside her fist before passing it me. I did the same thing with it before passing it back to Zoey and standing.

"So, are you ready to get some dinner?" I asked. Zoey looked surprised. 

"Are you coming with us?" she asked Lindsey.

"I'm not really hungry," she said, glancing at me for help.

"Well, I am," I said, leading the way towards the door. "You coming?"

"Yeah, okay," Lindsey said, shoving her small vibe into her pocket and following. She waited until we were in the hallway before she called me it. "What are you doing? I think something could have happened!"

"Something IS happening," I said and I told her about the deal I had worked out with giving Lindsey some privacy.

"But I wanted to see her do it," Zoey pouted. Her fake pout didn't even last to the front doors of our dorm. 

"Why did you have to tell Lindsey I got caught playing with myself at camp? I've never even been to camp."

"I don't know, it was the best I could come up with."

"And even if I did, I don't think I would have been playing with my butt."

"Come on, you know you like it," Zoey teased. 

Weekdays are busier in the cafeteria than weekends and especially busier than Sundays. There were two cashiers working the end of the line but we still waited for Sam's line. Her big smile looked as if it was going to split her face in half. Zoey went first and I didn't hear what they said to each other. When I stepped up, Sam said, "Your roommate is really hot." I assumed she forgot Zoey and I weren't roommates and I corrected her. "No, I mean your roommate from this morning," Sam insisted. "She's yummy."

Zoey and I did what we could to sit away from other people so we could talk. "Do you think Lindsey is really using my toy?" she asked.

"You mean MY toy," I corrected, smiling. I nodded. "Probably. I can't believe you told her the story you did. That was all made up, wasn't it?"

"Every word of it but I wanted to see if she would get grossed out by it. You did hear what she said about messing around with her girlfriends, right?" I nodded. I hadn't missed that though I wasn't sure how much importance to put on it. Zoey wasn't shy about assigning importance to it. "I think she goes both ways."

"And I think Sam has a thing for her," I said wanting to be sure I shared that little conversation with Zoey.

"Sam told me she thought Lindsey was checking her out." I wasn't sure what to make of that. Maybe it was true? I didn't know because everything felt like it was happening so fast that I wasn't sure which end was up anymore. In a week's time I had gone from barely thinking about having sex with another woman to having sex with two different women (and two guys just to keep it real). It didn't help matters that I was still horny from Zoey's story, from spending the day thinking about what was happening in my room, thinking about what was going on in my room while Zoey and I ate, being with Eric and Terrance and then seeing Lindsey's big dildo. It was a lot of stimulation for a young, already prone to being horny woman to take! "Maybe we should introduce them."

"You're kidding, right?" I asked.

"Not really," Zoey said, eating like a pig. "Hurry up and lets go back to your room, maybe we can catch Lindsey still at it."

"I can't believe how big her toy was!" I said, hoping to deflect and redirect.

"You want to ride it, don't you?"

"Don't you?" I asked, wondering how Zoey could own such a big toy and not wonder about how Lindsey's toy might feel, too.

"I want to see you ride it," Zoey said. "In front of me and Lindsey." 

"Stop it," I giggled, squirming in my chair. That thought had already occurred to me, too. 

"Want to borrow my toy?" she offered, reaching beneath the table and I was afraid she was going to hand it to me right there in the cafeteria. "You could stick in your pants and turn it on."

"No," I said, rolling my eyes. "I want to go back to my room."

"Then let's go," Zoey said, taking one last bite of her dinner. 

"We can't just barge in," I said as we entered the dorm. Zoey said we could but I wasn't going to do that. Standing in front of my door, I knocked and waited a moment before I opened the door just a bit. "Okay to come inside?" I called out.

"Just a second," Lindsey sang out. Zoey, being a jerk, pushed the door out of my hand and swung it all the way open. If she was hoping for a show, she was disappointed because Lindsey was wearing a t-shirt and panties like she did when she went to bed. She was standing at the sink next to the bathroom door and washing off Zoey's toy. She wore a big smile on her face as she dried and handed it to me. "That is fun!"

"Now you need to let Katie borrow yours," Zoey said with a giggle from behind me. 

"You can if you want to," Lindsey said as she headed back into the room, clearing the hallway for Zoey and me. She scooped her pants off the floor and started putting them on. "I can go get a salad or something."

"And miss the show?" Zoey asked, surprising both Lindsey and me. Lindsey had pulled her pants up as far as her thighs, stopped and looked at me as if I knew something. 

"What are you talking about?" I asked Zoey.

"I'm just saying, isn't it silly that we're being all careful and respectful and shit? I mean, we all do it, right?" I noticed Lindsey sat still with her pants stuck halfway up her thighs and she wasn't making an effort to move her pants up or down. "I think we should do it together."

"Like in front of each other?" Lindsey asked.

"I will if you will," Zoey said, sitting down on my desk chair again and pulling out her tiny vibe. She turned it one and pressed it against the seam of her jeans. She shivered, pulled it away and smiled at us. "Tell me you don't want to do it."

"I just got done doing it," Lindsey said.

"So?" Zoey said, her smile growing bigger. Lindsey smiled too and I had a feeling this was really going to happen. Lindsey's toy was still on my bed where I left it when Zoey and I left for dinner. Zoey picked up. "Except I want to use this one," she said which I thought was sort of bratty because she knew that was the one I wanted to use the most.

"But I wanted to use that one," I complained.

"Maybe Zoey will let you use it on her," Lindsey said and I wasn't sure if she was kidding or being serious. 

"We could take turns with it, can't we?" Zoey asked moving from the chair to my bed. She was rubbing the long, fat shaft of the dildo as if it was a cock she was stroking. She even put it up to her mouth and licked it.

"You know where that's been, right?" Lindsey giggled.

"Uh-huh," Zoey said before opening her mouth wide and tried sucking on it. It was too big for her mouth but she did manage to get the head inside her mouth. Her forwardness temporarily silenced Lindsey and me. "Come on, Katie, don't be a prude," she said grabbing my hand and pulling me on the bed. "You can go first if you want."

"We're not really going to do this, are we?" I asked. I was willing to do it. Hell, I was ready to do it, except I didn't want to look overly eager. As much as I wanted something good to happen, I didn't want things to become funny between Lindsey and me because even after Zoey left, Lindsey was still going to be my roommate.

"Sure we are," Zoey insisted. "Lindsey is already getting naked." Zoey began working the front of her jeans, too. 

"Maybe I should give the two of you some time alone," I suggested. Zoey was half right about Lindsey. While she wasn't getting undressed, she wasn't getting dressed, either, but did that mean she was willing to do this?

"Either all three of us do it or none of us do it," Lindsey said while Zoey took off her jeans.

"And we have to get all the way naked, too," Zoey said, pulling off her shirt and reaching behind her back to undo her bra. Before I had my first piece of clothing off, Zoey was down to just her panties. Across from us, Lindsey had pulled off her pants. She wore a disbelieving smile as she looked from Zoey to me. Zoey saw I was still wearing clothes. She grabbed shirt and pulled it over my head. "Come on, you know you want to do this as much as we do," she giggled. As I worked the front of my pants, Zoey grabbed Lindsey by the hand, pulled her to her feet and dragged her across the room. "And you need to sit over here with the rest of us." Lindsey laughed and started pulling of t-shirt. While her arms were up in the air, Zoey pulled off her panties.

"Hey!" Lindsey squealed but she was laughing, too. She pulled down Zoey panties, too and they were both naked. I scrambled out of my clothes without any more help.

Lindsey wound up sitting in between Zoey and I. The sex toys were passed around. "I'll use this one," Lindsey volunteered, holding Zoey's small vibrator. She turned it on and held it, waiting for Zoey and I to do something. 

Both the other toys were next to Zoey but before she passed them out, she looked at Lindsey and said, "Wait a second. You said you had three toys."

"Two," Lindsey corrected. "The third one was a bachelorette party gift."

"Okay, so where's the other one?"

"In my drawer," she said with a funny look on her face as if she was hiding something. "It's small, I don't think anyone wants one that small."

"I still want to see it," Zoey said, jumping off the bed and heading towards the desk drawer where Lindsey had kept Kong. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Lindsey was blushing deep red. Her face was much redder than earlier. "Something you forgot to tell us?" Zoey asked as she picked up the toy I couldn't see until she turned around and I saw the bright red butt plug. 

Okay, I have to be honest because the truth is that when I first saw it I was a little confused by it. Like I said, I grew up in a small town where you couldn't buy any kind of toys like these and even though I had seen like an "Adam and Eve" catalog it still took me a moment to realize what it was that Zoey was holding up. 

"Someone likes it up the butt," Zoey sang as if she had found a secret prize. I was shocked. I would have never guessed Lindsey would have a toy like that though I don't think I would have guessed she would have had a toy like Kong either so what did I know, you know? "Oh and look at this," Zoey said bending over and reaching inside the drawer again. She pulled out a tube of KY jelly. "Lube!" I looked at my red-faced roommate and saw she was speechless. I wanted to think of something to say to help her out except my mind was a blank. Zoey didn't have the same problem. "I think you should use this, too," she said, carrying over the toy and lube. 

"I'm good with just this," Lindsey said in a very quiet voice.

"But this will make it better, wouldn't it?" Zoey said bullying forward. She uncapped the lube and squeezed a dab on the tapered tip of the toy. Without asking, she reached between Lindsey's legs and pressed the toy against her and I watched as the toy vanished inside of Lindsey and Zoey's hand moved closer to Lindsey's butt. 

"I can't believe you just did that," Lindsey said in that same soft, quiet voice. 

Zoey kissed Lindsey on the cheek and whispered in her ear, but her whispered was loud enough for me to hear, too. "You're not the only one who likes it up the butt." I was beginning to feel very plain and vanilla. For whatever reason, Zoey turned out to be the keeper of the toys. She had both her big vibrator and Lindsey's big dildo named "Kong." She held them up, holding her vibrator across Lindsey. "Is it okay if I use Kong first?" 

"Sure," I said, keeping my answers as short and to the point as possible. I looked across Lindsey at Zoey though I think I was spending more time looking at Lindsey. I had seen her topless before so seeing her perky tits wasn't anything new. Lindsey had nice tits that fit her frame really well. Her nipples looked hard and lickable. She had faint tans line from her bikini from a summer of being outside. Like me, Lindsey kept her pubic hair shaved into a landing strip. Her landing strip was wider than mine and her pubic hair looked longer because you still see the curls to it. 




Zoey and Me Ch. 05



"You're insane," she told Zoey and squirmed. She was still holding the skinny vibrator but she hadn't done anymore with it yet. I guess it took Zoey to get things started. I watched as Zoey rubbed the big, fat head of Kong between her tanned pussy lips, positioned it and started pushing it inside.

"Oh fuck that's big," she moaned.

Not wanting Zoey to be the only doing anything and I guess because I was really excited, too, I went next. I turned on the big vibrator and pressed it against aching clit. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lindsey watching me do it before she put the tiny vibe between her lips, too. "Oh fuck," I said already feeling my orgasm boiling up inside of me. I knew I was excited and horny but I didn't know I was going to be on a hair trigger like that. That buzzing toy, seeing Lindsey naked, just everything that was happening all at the same, it was too much for me. I had just gotten started when I my orgasm started, too. "Oh fuck!" I called out once more and came first. My throbbing clitoris couldn't take the insistent buzz of the toy for a second longer so I moved it down and farther and put it inside my sopping wet pussy. It was still buzzing and the buzzing emanating from inside of me felt divine!

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I heard Lindsey cooing next to me in a sexy little voice I hadn't heard before. It took a moment to realize she was coming, too. Her head was turned and she was watching Zoey wrangling Kong in and out of her pussy. Seeing Lindsey's chest heaving up and down and her delicious looking pink nipples looked so hard, it was too much for me. I put my hand on her chest, cupping her firm, perky tit and capturing her hard nipple between my fingers. She turned to me and smiled. "Can I do that to you?" I nodded and her fingers found my closest nipple. "They're so big," she said which wasn't surprising because I hear that some much, but it was what she said next that surprised. "I've wanted to touch these for so long." 

"You can do more than touch them if you want," I said and I was hoping she would. I had the big vibrator inside my pussy but its buzzing was enough to make me want to have another orgasm. Holding Lindsey's perky tit was pushing me closer. Feeling Lindsey playing with my nipple brought my orgasm closer still. I knew, if she would lick my nipple, suck on it for just a moment, and that would be enough for me to come again without even touching my aching clitoris. She gave my suggestion a surprised blink of her pretty brown eyes and looked deeply in to my eyes for a moment before a tiny smile grew on her face. She leaned over and started sucking on my nipple. That was all it took for me. I came again and it was my first orgasm without me or someone playing with my clitoris and it was incredible! Even better was the view I had of Zoey fucking that big toy and the frustrated look on her face as she watched what Lindsey was doing to her. I could tell Zoey was a little bit jealous but I guess it was in a good way because I could tell Zoey was having an orgasm, too. 

"Hey you two," Zoey said. "Can I play, too?" 

Her words sort of broke the spell because Lindsey quickly sat back up again. She looked embarrassed again. "Have you seen her nipples?" she said as if that explained everything. 

"Oh wow," Zoey said, acting as if she hadn't noticed them before. "Can I suck them, too?"

"Sure," I giggled because it was such a stupid thing for Zoey to say. How many times had she sucked, licked, bit and played with my nipples already?

Zoey leaned across Lindsey to touch me. As she sucked on my hard nipple I glanced down and saw Lindsey had positioned her hand so Zoey's tit was inside of it. I was a bit confused when Zoey handed me Kong because I was still riding Zoey's big vibrator until I saw why Zoey wanted her hand free. Zoey kept her lips around my nipple and used her outside hand to rub Lindsey's pussy.

"Careful," Lindsey said. "You might make me want something I shouldn't."

Zoey ignored Lindsey's suggestion and kept going for another couple of moments before she pulled away, looked at Lindsey's chest and said something like, "Your turn!" She moved her mouth from my chest to Lindsey's chest and I noticed her hand never left Lindsey's pussy. 

"Oh!" Lindsey cried out as if she had just encountered an unexpected bump in the road that jarred her. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she repeated and she came again. "Oh wow," she finished. "You're a very naughty girl," she scolded though she was smiling. 

"Says the girl with the butt plug up her ass," Zoey giggled. The two women were staring at each for a long moment. I saw their eager eyes locked together as they stared each other done before Zoey pressed in and kissed Lindsey. 

The vibrating toy had become too much after my last orgasm. I had pulled it out of my pussy, turned it off and it was sitting next to me when Zoey had handed me Kong. As eager as I was to see how Kong felt, I was distracted by the kissing going on next to me and the sensation of something still vibrating. It took me a moment to realize Lindsey had dropped Zoey's smaller vibrator in between us and it was still vibrating. I found it and turned it off. 

I watched Zoey kissing Lindsey and petting her pussy. Their kissing was getting more intense when Zoey began kissing down Lindsey's neck and went back to licking her nipples. I remember thinking there was something about the way Zoey kissed her way down to Lindsey's breasts that made me think more was going to happen. A couple moments later, Zoey's head moved lower and she wasn't kissing Lindsey's tits, she was kissing Lindsey's stomach sliding off the bed. 

"Where are you going?" Lindsey asked in that tiny, quiet voice she had used earlier.

"I want to eat your pussy," Zoey reported. 

"No. Don't," Lindsey said, though she didn't move to stop the trek of the pretty blonde girl's lips.

"I just want to taste you," Zoey said as if that was all she was going to do, taste Lindsey's pussy and immediately stop.

Lindsey looked at me. I smiled and nodded that she should let it happen. "Okay," Lindsey cooed in that small voice of hers as if she didn't have a will of her own. As Zoey moved between her legs, Lindsey bowed her head and sucked my nipple again. I held her head against me, enjoying the sensation of her eager mouth sucking and nibbling on my long, hard nipple. Over her head, I could see Zoey on the floor between Lindsey's legs and I watched as Zoey pressed her mouth against Lindsey's pussy. As had happened with Sam, I saw the delight in Zoey's pretty blue eyes. I squirmed and picked up Kong. I guess Lindsey was paying attention, too, because she helped guide Kong into my pussy. Once the big toy was planted inside my pussy, her fingers remained behind, rubbing and stroking my clit while she nursed on my chest.

That big toy felt wonderful inside my pussy! I felt my pussy opening as it filled me. It was the first time I had felt so full and it was wonderful! I kept working the toy in and out, moving it slowly so I could savor the unique sensation of it working inside of me. Lindsey's fingers felt good on my clit and her mouth around my nipples felt even better. I guess I closed my eyes because I can remember opening them when I heard Lindsey making a "Mm, Mm, Mm!" sound around my nipple. It occurred to me the reason for that sound, Zoey was giving her another orgasm. 

Zoey stood up, leaned over Lindsey and kissed me. That was the first time I tasted Lindsey, from Zoey's lips, and her lips tasted as good as I felt. 

"Do I taste good?" Lindsey asked me, noticing the kiss.

"Yes," I said and then Lindsey and I kissed, too. 

"One of us should probably do her," Lindsey said. 

"I will if you don't want to," I said. 

"Maybe we could, I mean, if it's okay, could I do you?"

"Yes," I said and kissed her again.

There was some adjusting going on while we moved around. Zoey leaned against the head of my bed. I sat more in the middle of the bed and leaned over to go down on her. Lindsey moved to the floor with her toy. As I ate Zoey, Lindsey put her big toy back inside of me and covered my clit with her tongue while she fucked me with Kong. I came really hard and felt satisfied, but Zoey wasn't done controlling the situation.

"Now you need to do Lindsey," Zoey said.

"Why?" Lindsey asked, voicing my question before I could.

"So you're even," Zoey said as if we were dividing up a box of candy. 

"You don't have to," Lindsey said, moving back to my bed and sitting at the foot of it. 

"Maybe I want to," I said and I moved to floor because that was a good spot for eating pussy. I knelt on the floor, glad that we had carpeting and I pressed my mouth against Lindsey's pussy. As I began licking her pussy I was reminded of the toy inside her butt. I like to use my fingers when I'm eating pussy. I like touching the girl and spreading her lips apart and really focusing on her clit. I like fingering her and feeling how hot and wet she is getting. As I slid my fingers over and around Lindsey's pussy until I had two fingers inside her pussy and found my thumb against the flat flange of the butt plug in her ass. I started wiggling that toy and was rewarded with another well-paced round of Lindsey's passionate orgasm chant.

"That was so hot!" Zoey squealed. She pulled me back to the bed and three of us kissed each other. I kissed Zoey, then Zoey kissed Lindsey, and then Lindsey kissed me; that sort of thing. Zoey's bubbly, cheerleader-like enthusiasm was contagious and we started giggling and then laughing between our kisses.

Lindsey got up and excused herself for the bathroom. She took a towel with her and a few moments later we heard the shower starting up. Zoey and I cuddled on my bed, touching each other and nuzzling without saying anything for a long while. Zoey was the first to break the silence. "I'm sorry I lied about you and camp," she said.

"It's okay," I said, giving her a kiss so she would know I meant it. "It worked out okay."

"Yeah it did," Zoey grinned. "Do you that was just a one-time thing?"

"I don't know."

"I hope not. We should stay naked until she gets down with her shower."

"Okay," I said.

"Or maybe we should get dressed?"

I laughed, I didn't know. "You got us into this, you make the call."

"Maybe you should stay naked and wait for her while I get dressed and go home." It took me a moment to remember she could get into her room by going out the front door. 

"Do I have to stay naked?"

"So she knows you want to be naked around her, I don't know. Pretend that you're waiting for your turn in the shower or something," Zoey said. She was up and pulling on her clothes. "Maybe you'll get lucky again."

"Maybe," I said, still unsure about her idea. I felt as if Zoey had set-up Lindsey and I and now she was bailing on us but I couldn't think of a way to stop her so I let it happen. She shoved her small vibe into her pocket, kissed me once more and left me sitting naked on my bed with two big toys. I wasn't sure what to do, so I picked up the toys, carried them to the sink and washed them off. I dried them with one of my hand towels, wondering if Zoey planned on letting me keep the big toy. I really hated lying because it's too much to remember later. I put Lindsey's toy and her tube of lube on her desk next to her big computer monitor. Unsure what to do with the other toy, I left it in the middle of my bed while I fixed my wall of pillows and picked up my clothes. I had just sat down on my bed when Lindsey came out of the shower with her towel wrapped around her.

"Where's Zoey?" she asked.

"She went home," I said watching as Lindsey hung up her towel and stayed naked. She moved to her desk, palming her butt plug toy. She saw her lube and Kong. "I washed Kong for you."

"Thanks," she said, pulling open her bottom drawer. "It feels sort of funny not needing to hide him from you anymore. Should I leave him out?"

"Do you want to?"

"I mean, I can put him away and if you want to use him, you know where he lives."

"What if we left both of our toys out?" I asked, giggling because it felt like such a naughty suggestion. 

"Oh wow, that would be so crazy!" she said, giggling with me. She put Kong back on her desk. "Should leave out his little buddy, too?"

"Yes," I said without hesitation as an even better idea came to me. Our desks were at the foot of our beds. Next to our beds we each had a nightstand and in between our nightstands was a small refrigerator. I put Zoey's toy on top of the refrigerator where it looked like a rocket waiting for a countdown. Lindsey giggled and carried over her two toys, setting them up side by side with the big vibrator. We stood side-by-side, both of us naked and admired our tableau. "I like it," I announced.

"Me too," she said and surprised me with a kiss on my cheek. "You're really pretty."

"I'm plain," I said because that's what I always said when someone tells me I'm pretty. 

"I really like your nipples," she said, staring at my chest. "Every time you would change your bra or take off your shirt I would look at them."

"My tits are kind of small thought, don't you think?" I asked, holding them and letting them go. 

"I think they're perfect," Lindsey said before rubbing her hand across my chest.

"I think yours are," I said and rubbed her chest, too. We stayed like that for a long moment, caressing each other and not saying a word. I was ready for more to happen but I didn't want to push it. That was when Lindsey looked at a clock.

"Is it okay if we save this for later? I really am hungry."

"Sure, go for it," I said, pulling away. "I need a shower anyway."

"Cool," Lindsey said. She gave me another unexpected kiss before getting dressed again. With nothing better to do, I took a shower and got dressed. I was sitting at my computer when Lindsey came back from dinner and until it was bedtime, nothing seemed to change between the two of us. We chatted to each other. We both chatted online to our friends. Neither one of us said anything about what had happened that afternoon and I was beginning to think neither one of us would. I wasn't going to bring it up. 

Lindsey waited until we were getting ready for bed before she mentioned "Ginger," aka Sam. "You know that redhead girl who works in the cafeteria?" she asked as she changed into panties and an oversize t-shirt like she always wore to bed.

"Mm-hmm," I said because I was brushing my teeth. I had an electric toothbrush and feeling it vibrating in my hand made me think of other things that vibrated. I was already in a t-shirt, panties and no bra.

"She didn't charge me for dinner again tonight."

"That's nice of her," I said, remaining noncommittal. 

"Sometimes I think she's checking me out and I don't mean, charging me for food, you know?" she said. I laughed. "Do you think she's cute?"

"Oh yeah," I said, unsure what else I could say. I couldn't tell Lindsey how I loaned out our dorm room to Sam and Zoey, could I? Shit, I hate lying. I decided silence was the best policy and kept my answers short and to the point. 

"Me too," Lindsey said before turning off the overhead light and turning on her bedside lamp. "Every time I see those toys sitting there, it makes me sort of jump."

"Did your mom really find your toys?"

"Oh yeah she did and she wasn't very happy. Mom is really uptight. She would freak out if she ever knew I had kissed a girl."

"We did more than kiss," I pointed out, giggling.

"Stop it or I'm going to get horny again."

"You can use . . . my toy if you want," I said, nearly saying "You can use Zoey's toy." 

"Are you going to . . . you know, play, too?"

"I will if you will," I said.

"Is it okay if we do it in the dark?"

"Sure," I said, wiggling out of my panties. 

I hadn't turned on my bedside lamp so when Lindsey turned off hers our room was as dark as it got. There was a lamp lighting the quad near our window, so even with the blinds closed our room had a glow. As I laid in the dark rubbing my pussy, I heard Zoey's toy beginning to buzz and that was enough to start the flood between my legs. I used Kong, keeping him all to myself and loved every fat inch of him. I also held back on my orgasm until I heard Lindsey's telltale chant, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" I smiled, put Kong back on top of the refrigerator and went to sleep with a happy smile on my face. Life was becoming very interesting. 

In the morning everything felt pretty normal with Lindsey and I was relived. We did our morning routine and went to breakfast together. We didn't see Sam working the cashier station and guessed it was her day off. After breakfast, we went our separate ways. I went back to my usual routine of studying between classes instead of going back to my room. I did check my copy of Zoey's schedule and saw she had an afternoon lab on Wednesdays, so when I went back to the room I was alone. I'm one of those girls who likes to be alone sometimes and not just so I can walk around naked and masturbate, though I like to do that, too. With all the sex I had in the last few days, I actually didn't feel that horny. Seeing the toys sitting on top of the refrigerator did give me a bit of a tingle, but I ignored it and read for a while. I left the bathroom door open as an invitation for Zoey and because Beth said leaving the door open made our rooms more energy efficient.

It was around four o'clock when Zoey knocked on the open bathroom door and came into my room. She immediately noticed the toys sitting on the refrigerator. "Well, that's quite the display," she said, smiling and sitting next to me on my bed turned couch. I put down my book, we kissed and talked about yesterday. We didn't make out or anything, we just kissed that one time. I told Zoey how Lindsey had asked about Sam and what I said, including how I had met Sam over the weekend at a party. 

"I just don't like the lying," I told her. 

"Do you want to tell her everything?"

"I don't know," I said, uncomfortable with that idea, too. Like I said before, that' s the problem with lying, it can get complicated really fast. We talked in circles around the issue for a little bit longer before Lindsey came home. She swept into the room with a big smile on her face. 

"So, did I miss the show or have two been good girls?" she asked.

"We've been good," I laughed. "Promise."

"Katie told me how the two of you played your toys last night," Zoey blurted out. I slapped her arm for that, not hard, but I was pissed. "What? You said you didn't want there to be any secrets between us." I sighed. That wasn't quite what I had said. I had said I didn't like the lies but there wasn't a good way to explain that. 

"I think someone is jealous because Katie has a cooler roommate than you do," Lindsey said, picking my side. 

"Beth is cool," Zoey insisted. "In a weird, Earth-loving, hippie kind of way."

"I'm sure she's very nice," Lindsey said and I giggled because I'm pretty sure she meant that sarcastically. Lindsey was in the Department of Education and sometimes had a way of talking where it sounded as if she was talking to a group of preschoolers. 

"I'll let her know you like her," Zoey said.

"Please do," Lindsey said in that same, dismissive and condescending tone. "Who's hungry?" 

"I am," I said, glad for the topic change.

"Is Beth home? You want to invite her, too?" Lindsey asked.

"I think she's with her tree-hugging lesbian friends planning another rally or protest or something," Zoey said.

"Hey, after last night, we do we need to start hugging trees, too?" Lindsey asked. We laughed and went to the cafeteria. On the way back to the dorm after dinner, Lindsey asked when Zoey and I became such good friends. "It's as if I went out of town for one weekend and when I come back, the two of you are besties or something."





Zoey and Me Ch. 05



"Yeah, about that," Zoey said, glancing at me. "Remember that story I told you about her being caught masturbating at camp? That's not exactly what happened."

"Yes it is," I said, hoping to stop Zoey before she went too far. She didn't need to set the record straight, she just needed to stop telling new lies. My words didn't matter. Not much ever stopped Zoey.

"That's really what I was doing when Katie walked in on me," Zoey explained. "And, well, one thing led to another and we sort of spent the weekend together."

Lindsey was quiet as we reached the front door of the dorm. She used her keycard before asking, "And the shoplifting story?"

"I might have made that up, too," Zoey admitted. "Are you like really mad?"

"I don't know yet," Lindsey said, leading the way back to the room. She opened the door and held it open for both of us. Zoey and me walked over to my bed and sat down. I don't know how she felt, but I felt like we were caught doing something bad and waiting for our punishment. "So, how do I know you're telling the truth now?" Lindsey asked, choosing to sit on her bed instead of with us.

"You don't," Zoey confessed. She looked at me and said, "I'm sorry I lied to your roommate."

"I thought you said you were at a party this weekend," Lindsey asked me. "That's where you said you met that cashier girl, what's her name again?"

"Samantha," I said. "And it was a really small party. More like just the three of us."

"So you did her, too?" Lindsey said, looking shocked.

"It was her idea," I said, pointing at Zoey and for whatever reason that made Lindsey smirk.

"Well you're just a very bad girl, aren't you?" she told Zoey. 

"She came on to us first!" Zoey said; which was true. Sam did hit on us first.

"Wow, maybe I should stay here on weekends," Lindsey mused. "So, did anything else happen that I should know about?"

"Not really," Zoey said, skipping over the part where she and Sam had borrowed our room which I think was a good thing to leave out. "Maybe that Sam thinks you're really cute?"

"And she likes it up the butt," I offered.

"Yeah, a lot!" Zoey verified. "Me, too." That was when Lindsey started laughing. 

"Are you two even listening to yourselves?" she asked, still laughing. "I'm supposed to like Sam more because she likes it up the butt?" 

"Do you?" Zoey asked with the wide eye innocence only a blonde can get away with saying. Lindsey laughed even harder and I did, too.

"I don't think that part really matters," I explained since I wasn't laughing as hard as Lindsey. 

"Oh," Zoey said as if that was a newsflash. 

"Are the two of you a couple now?" Lindsey asked.

"No!" we answered together and that was funny, too. It felt good to laugh together. I don't know if laughter is good medicine or not but it was doing a good job at healing any wounds left over from Zoey's lies so maybe it is. 

"Seriously though, really?" Lindsey asked.

"We don't want to be," I explained and when I saw the puzzled look on Lindsey's face, I kept on explaining how we had talked about it and how we didn't want to be girlfriend/girlfriend, we wanted to be more like fuck-buddies. I worked Sam into the explanation, too, because I think we did Sam to prove we weren't girlfriends. I left out the part about Zoey and Sam borrowing our room but I did refer to them having sex without me because I thought it was important to the story. I can live with a little lie, it's the bigger ones that get too involved that give me trouble and I didn't really lie about Sam and Zoey having sex, I just left out the where part of things. I thought I did a good job at explaining everything but after I was done, Zoey added to my story.

"We really wanted to seduce you," she confessed. "It's why I lied to you, because I saw a chance to make something happen."

"Congratulations, it did," Lindsey said in such a neutral tone I wasn't sure what it meant.

"Are you mad?" I asked.

"I'm not mad, like pissed off angry, but it's not fun being manipulated." She was looking at Zoey as she said it. "So what's the plan now? Seducing Beth, too?" I didn't see Zoey's reaction because I wasn't looking at her but I did see Lindsey's reaction. "Really? Why?" Zoey tried to explain it and did a bad job. I couldn't do a better job, but Zoey's explanation was confusing. She tried explaining how seducing Beth, too, would even the playing field and make it so what Zoey and me were doing wouldn't seem so weird. It was a clunky explanation that made little sense and Lindsey was quick to point out the flaw Zoey and I had never considered. "Beth hangs out with lesbians all the time. Either she's a lesbian already or she doesn't give a rat's ass if you are." After she said it, it felt obvious.

"What about us?" Zoey asked her.

"I have a boyfriend," she replied. "But otherwise, we're okay."

"What's okay mean?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said with a shrug. "That you don't need to fix me up with one of your friends?"

"What about if we . . . you know, if you walk in and we're . . ." Zoey suggested.

"It's fine," Lindsey said and rolled her eyes. "It's not a big deal. It's nothing we need going on all the time, but it's okay, okay?"

"Just so you know, if something happens between you and Katie, it's cool," Katie added in a small voice.

"What if I like you better?" Lindsey asked with a big grin on her face. Because I was her roommate, I knew she was kidding but I'm not sure if Zoey knew it. Zoey gave me a confused look. 

"Is it because she's a blonde or because she's a former cheerleader?" I asked unable to hold back laughing.

"It's because of your nipples," Lindsey said. "You could put an eye out with those!"

"But I like her nipples," Zoey said, looking more confused than ever.

"Trust me, Lindsey does too," I assured her but I wasn't sure I convinced her. 

"That's not really true," Lindsey said. "I only like seeing her nipples, playing with them and sucking on them." That's when Zoey picked up on the joke and smiled, too.

"Yeah, that's probably all I like to do with them, too," she said and giggled. 

"Are we good?" Lindsey asked, scooting off her bed and moving to her computer. Zoey and I promised that we were. While Lindsey was on her computer, Zoey and I visited for a bit longer. We didn't do anything, we just talked. Before she left for the night, she gave me a kiss good night and then cut through the bathroom into her room. I sat in front of my computer for a while, too, until it got closer to our usual bedtime. We took turns in the shower, as we usually did. Once we were both in bed, Lindsey asked, "Were you two really going to seduce Beth?" 

"It made sense when we first talked about it," I admitted.

"She might like it," she said and turned off her bedside lamp. 

"You could help us do it," I suggested.

"Maybe," she said and rolled over. I knew that meant she was ready to fall asleep. Before she fell asleep, she said one more thing. "Be careful with her. I think she might like you too much."



Zoey and Me Ch. 06



No real note this time. I guess you get the idea at this point. Thank you for reading and making nice comments and I really hope that I'm getting to be bit better with this writing. I hope to start writing about all the fun I had meeting my husband and the fun we still have because I think that stuff is really hot, too. And I still want to write some stories that are just made up and not about things that happened to me except I guess I really had some fun at few special times in my life and it's been really fun writing about them. So I hope you enjoy this epic that I never planned!

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The next day while I was in class and out of class I thought a lot about what Lindsey had said to me the night before about being careful with Zoey. I understood what she meant but I don't think she really understood that was why we were seeing other girls, too. It was part of the reason why we invited Sam to be with us and definitely part of the reason why we seduced her, because we didn't want to feel as if we were a couple and if we were having sex with other girls then how could we be a couple, right? I tried to explain that to Lindsey over breakfast the next morning and I'm not sure it made a lot of sense to her. 

When I got down with classes I went back to my room without much of a plan for myself than it being just another day at college. I had a paper that I needed to work on. College can be a lot of work. When I went back to my room, the bathroom doors between our two rooms were open. I thought about shutting the door for some privacy and didn't. I could tell someone was home in the other room, but I didn't check to see who it was. I was waiting for my computer to finish booting when there was a soft knock. It was Zoey. 

"Hey girlfriend," she said with a big smile. I don't think I would have thought much about her greeting except for what Lindsey had said last night before we went to sleep. 

"What's up?" I said, hoping I didn't sound cold or distant. 

"Nothing," she said as she slipped up behind me. She wrapped her arms around, cupped my breasts with the familiarity of a lover and kissed my neck. "I was thinking about you. I nearly snuck over here to borrow my toy and then I remembered that you would be home soon."

"Lindsey knows that's your toy. You could probably take it back," I pointed out trying to ignore how good her hands felt on my breasts or how I could feel her full breasts pressing against my back or how the kiss she had planted on my neck made me feel. 

"I like seeing it sitting there," she said. "I was even thinking about adding my other toy it, too." Zoey worked her hands inside my blouse. She undid my bra in the back before her hands slipped beneath the front of it. She kissed my neck again and I began melting.

"What are you doing?" I asked. She could ask me the same question. I had moved my hands behind my back, holding her closer to me.

"Me? I'm not doing a thing," she said as one of her hands slid down my stomach, inside my pants and beneath the waistband of my panties. "Mm, someone feels wet."

"I wonder why?"

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you liked this."

I spun in her arms, facing and kissing her deeply. I groped her tits with one hand and her sexy, bubble butt with my other as we kissed each other with the hunger of desperate lovers. "I like you," I mumbled between our kisses. My body felt on fire and I couldn't imagine anything stopping us. Anything that felt this right could never be wrong. I fished between us, working the front of her jeans until I could slip a hand inside her panties. She felt as wet and needy as me. I kept pushing off her clothes.

"I don't think I shut the bathroom door," she said. I didn't stop pulling open her clothes for my touch. "And Beth is home." I still didn't stop. "She might hear us." I pulled off her top and bra. I didn't stop undressing her until she was completely naked.

"Do you want to shut the door?" I offered as I got undressed.

"No," she said, pulling my naked body against hers. We shuffled to my bed without breaking our kiss until we were side-by-side, facing head-to-toe and lost in a sixty-nine position. It can be an awkward position except I think the difference in our heights made it easier. We did it on our sides and more traded orgasms than tried having them together. Zoey would half lie on top of me with her face buried between my legs as I came. Filled with lust from my orgasm, I would shove my face tighter against her bare pussy and she would fall to her back still touching and stroking me as I brought her to a climax. We didn't count orgasms or strictly take turns because sometimes I was a bit selfish. Within the last week I had discovered I loved eating pussy, I loved bury my face between another woman's legs and once I started I didn't want to stop. The orgasms she gave me only spurred my desire for more pussy. It took a long time before we were both sated enough to relax. "You are so fucking dangerous," Zoey said after she had turned around and cuddled naked next to me.

"And you're addictive," I told her. We kissed and our kissing lingered for a long time, too. 

"I think we should be in bed when Lindsey comes home," she said and I giggled because I had the same thought. I glanced at the clock on my wall, surprised to see it was already four thirty in the afternoon.

"We should probably shut the bathroom door," I said. I needed to use the bathroom, so I volunteered. I climbed over Zoey and walked naked into the bathroom. I shut the door to Zoey's room. I didn't bother shutting the door to my room. I did my business and unlatched the door to Zoey's room. I heard the tip-tapping of fingers on a keyboard from Beth and Zoey's room. While it was unlikely Beth had peeked on us, I knew it could have happened and I didn't want to shut the door to my room when I left the bathroom but I didn't want Lindsey to feel uncomfortable when she came home.

I sat down with Zoey on my bed and we cuddled close to each other without doing anything more. "Maybe we should be playing the toys when she walks in?" she suggested.

"I think this will be surprise enough," I said and we kissed again. That kiss worried me because I noticed again how different it felt to kiss a girl instead of a man. Part of me thought it felt better. Could that be true? "Do you like kissing boys or girls better?"

"Girls," she said without hesitation. "Boys are crappy kissers."

I thought about it for a moment and wasn't sure I agreed. Boys weren't crappy kissers, but it did feel different kissing a boys. I didn't miss the scratchiness of unshaved cheeks but it was one difference that was easy to notice. Girls smell sweeter than boys, too and maybe I missed the pheromones, I don't know. "Maybe we're turning into lesbians."

"Have you seen Beth's lesbian friends?" Zoey laughed. "Unless you have an urge to start wearing flannel, stop shaving everywhere and start wearing boy jeans, I think we're safe." That felt like such a cliché to me. I had seen girls like Zoey described around campus, but I didn't believe it was a uniform for all lesbians and if it was, I didn't want to be one. As much as I enjoyed the taboo and fun of making love to another woman, I still wasn't convinced I wanted to be a lesbian at all. 

"Beth doesn't dress like that," I pointed out. Mostly, Beth wore jeans and t-shirts with a save the Earth message. She looked more like a hippie than a stereotypical lesbian. "Do you think any of your cheerleader friends ever fooled around with another girl?"

"Our co-captains were sweet on each other, though I never saw them doing anything, but they didn't have boyfriends and everyone guessed they were into each other."

"But you don't know, do you?"

"No, but I spent quite a few nights imagining them together with my hand between my legs," Zoey giggled. I liked her giggle. I liked the way her boobs jiggled when she giggled. I poked her in the ribs to see if she was ticklish. She squirmed away, giggling. "Stop that!" I didn't, not for a while at least. It was almost five and Lindsey was due home any minute. "Do you think we should be doing something when she walks in? You know, with each other, even if we don't use the toys?"

"Let's just see how it goes," I suggested and kissed her. Our kissing lingered again as our hands began caressing each other's good parts and I squirmed thinking how sexy it will be to get caught even if getting caught was contrived. We were still kissing when I heard Lindsey's keycard working the lock and I felt an excited thrill surging through me.

"Hi honey, I'm home," Lindsey called from the doorway. It was a common greeting she made as she walked in. My kiss with Zoey was interrupted by our giggling. "And look who I bumped into in the lobby," Lindsey said. Zoey and I froze. Did Lindsey have someone with her? We turned to the hallway and saw Lindsey. She stepped into the room, saw us huddled together on my bed and started laughing. "Well, isn't that special?" she asked, still laughing as she stepped the rest of the way into the room and turned towards our guest. Following behind her was Samantha.

It was funny seeing Sam because she didn't look immediately at Zoey and me. Her eyes were locked on the toys so prominently on display on top of the refrigerator. She surely recognized the big vibrator but Lindsey's cock-shaped dildo was more shocking and impressive looking. Her eyes were wide as she turned to look at us and she did a double take when she saw us. "Well steal my clothes and fuck me running," she said with a gasp. Apparently, that was a common phrase for her. A big smile replaced the surprised look on her face and the four of us began laughing.

"Isn't this where one of you say, 'It's not what it looks like?'" Lindsey asked.

"Oh, I think it's exactly what it looks like," I said, laughing harder than I can remember laughing in a long time. Some of it was because of the humor of the moment and I think the rest of my laughter was relief that it was just Sam.

"Sam!" Zoey called out as she scrambled off the bed and ran into the redhead's arms.

"I guess they've met?" Lindsey asked me, stating the obvious with her usual comedic flair. 

"Yeah, they go way back," I said. "All the way back to this past weekend." I watched Lindsey slipping off her backpack, putting it on her desk chair and squeezing her way around the two kissing girls standing at the end of the hallway that led to the front door. "Where you going?"

"I'm hungry," she said as if we were going to let her leave. Sam picked up on what was happening and grabbed her arm. 

"Hold on," Sam said. "I've got something you can eat."

"Me too," Zoey said as Lindsey was pulled between them. The surprised and startled look on Lindsey's face was funny and didn't last long. Zoey started kissing her while Sam began tugging at Lindsey's clothes. As soon as Lindsey was topless, Zoey's lips moved to her chest and Lindsey looked at me over the petite blonde's head. 

"I guess I don't get a say in this, do I?" she asked me.

"Do you really want a say?" I asked. I climbed off the bed and joined the trio standing in the middle of the room. Sam had done a good job at stripping Lindsey. I peeled her away from my roommate and pulled at her clothes until all four of us were naked.

"I want this," Sam told me, grabbing my bare ass in her hands and kneading it. 

"Just that?" I asked, feeling a bit overwhelmed by how forward she could be. "I bet Zoey wants that, too," I said and I traded places with Zoey. Neither of them seemed to mind. As soon as they touched they were kissing and groping each other with the familiarity of experienced lovers. 

I wrapped my arms around Lindsey and kissed her and I don't know why, but it felt different kissing my roommate than it had when I was kissing Zoey or Sam. Maybe it was because I knew Lindsey better than Sam or Zoey, though I guess that would be difficult to about Zoey at that point in my life. Still, I had been living with Lindsey for the last three weeks of life, not Zoey or Sam. Lindsey and I had established a living arrangement that hadn't included sex until just the other day. She felt good in my arms. I liked the way her body meshed against mine and I wanted her to be happy. I squeezed her ass and remembered she liked it up the butt, too.

"Want me to get your toy?" I asked her.

"Which one," she asked, distracted by watching the short blonde and the taller redhead together. 

"Guess," I said, running my finger between her buttcheeks and caressing her behind in a very intimate manner. Lindsey looked at me as if she was unsure. "She likes that too, remember?" I reminded her. I sucked on my finger, got it very wet and pushed my first knuckle inside her butt. 

Lindsey rubbed my pussy. Her fingers worked over my clit in the tight circle that drove me wild. I pushed my finger deeper inside her butt and she moaned as we kissed. Feeling her passion excited me, too. I felt weak as I felt the rising tide of an orgasm building inside of me and that's my excuse for being unable to resist her suggestion. "I think you should let me use it on you."

"Which one," I asked. After all, she was playing with my pussy and I was playing with her ass.

"I think you know," she said, squirming halfway out of our embrace. She leaned over and picked up her butt plug and the lube. "It's clean," she assured me, sucking on the toy. It didn't make a lot of sense to me because my finger was still inside her backside and she was suggesting I used her butt plug?

"You use it," I said, continuing to finger her butt.

"I will," she said, putting some lube on its tip. She put another dab of lube on her fingertip. "On you." She grabbed my butt and pressed her gooey finger inside my ass and I have to admit it felt divine in ways I never expected. I glanced at Zoey and Sam and was surprised to see them gone. I had to look over my shoulder to find them. They had moved to my bed where they sat next to each other, kissing and playing with each other. Could they see what Lindsey was doing to me? Could they see her finger inside me? Had they noticed the toy she held? Lindsey turned my face back to hers. She pressed her mouth against me and kissed me deeply as her hands worked behind me. With one hand, she pulled open my backside while her other hand positioned the tip of that butt plug against my asshole. She gripped my chest, pinching and rolling one of my nipples in that deliciously painful way that girl can do so much better to another woman than a man can do. As she held me against her, I felt the toy sliding inside me, I felt my butt opening for it. It felt too big, too long and then it felt wonderful as it slipped into place. "Now eat your girlfriends," she said, turning me around to face the pair sitting on my bed.

I clenched my buttcheeks together, unsure if the toy would stay inside of me on its own as I moved. I could feel it inside my butt. I felt how it wiggled as I moved, fucking me in a spot that never received much attention until this past week. My clit ached with need as I fell to my knees on the carpeted floor in front of Sam. She broke her kiss long enough to smile down at me as she parted her legs and allowed me access to her pussy. I pressed my lips against her womanly lips and began eating her pussy with my ass in the air. 

Lindsey didn't ignore me. She knelt behind and over me, reaching around me and hugging me as I ate Sam's pussy. Her hand raked across my chest as she played with my hard nipples. I felt her chest against my back. "You look so sexy doing that," she cooed in my ear. I felt her hand between my legs but she ignored my pussy. She had moved a hand between our bodies and cradled her fingers against my ass. Her fingers worked the toy inside of me. She wiggled it back and forth, up and down. "Feel good?" she asked and I couldn't answer with anything more than a moan because I was busy eating Sam. Because Zoey and Sam were busy kissing, for once, Sam was relatively quiet with her orgasm. 

"Now Zoey," Lindsey directed when it became obvious that I had pleased Sam. I only needed to move over a bit to be in front of Zoey. I had to close my eyes as I ate Zoey's hot, wet pussy. I felt on sensory overload with everything happening at once and focusing was an issue for me. My tongue recognized the familiar territory of Zoey's anatomy as I lashed at the nub of her clit and even snaked a finger beneath my chin to poke at her pussy. Had we really made love that many times that I could recognize her so easily? I didn't fight the sensation and did what I knew would feel best for her until I heard her moans muffled by Sam's mouth. 

"And now me," Lindsey said, pulling me towards her as she laid down on the floor. She parted her legs and rubbed her pussy as I turned, bent and started pleasing her. She caressed the side of my face as I ate her, cooing and moaning. "They can see your toy," she reminded me and knew she was right. I knew my ass was up in the air and facing Sam and Zoey as I ate Lindsey. As I had noticed the flat flange of the toy against Lindsey's backside, surely they would notice it against my butt, too. I couldn't stand it. I balanced on one elbow between Lindsey's legs because I needed to touch myself. I needed an orgasm that felt years in the making. I desperately rubbed my swollen clit and came long before Lindsey did. My orgasm didn't stop me from making sure Lindsey had one, too. I kept going until I heard her cute chanting, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" That sound was so cute and funny to me that I crawled over her body and had to kiss her. 

After we kissed for a while, Lindsey pulled at me and I was confused. I didn't understand where she wanted me to go. It felt as if she wanted me off of her, but when I tried rolling to the side she stopped me and then it occurred to me what she wanted. She didn't want me off of her, she wanted me over her, on top of her and I crawled until my knees straddled her face. From where I knelt on the floor between our beds, I could reach her bed. I leaned over, laying my arms and head on her bed as I squirmed, wiggled and pressed my aching pussy against her eager tongue. Lindsey cupped my ass as she ate me and used a finger or thumb to wiggle the toy inside my butt. It was more than I could take and came against her face feeling slightly out of control with the heat of my orgasm. The toy inside my ass intensified my orgasms in unexpected ways and I gasped as my climax took hold and rocked my world. 

I felt weak and out of breath as I clung to her bed and Lindsey scooted out from behind me. I rested my head on my hands, still kneeling and sucking in deep, calming breaths as Lindsey pressed against me again. "You okay?" she asked in a soft voice.

"Better than okay," I promised. I turned my head and we managed to kiss over my shoulder. 

"Guess this means you like my toy?"

I laughed and nodded, still too weak to move while on the other side of the room, Zoey was between Sam's legs and Sam became her vocal self. "Oh fuck! Yes! Eat me, Zoey! Eat me!" she yelled, entirely too loud. 

"Is she always like that?" Lindsey asked, still holding me.

"As far as I know," I said, finally feeling some strength returning to me. With the heat of the moment passing, the toy inside me began feeling awkward. "Can I take this out now?" Lindsey nodded, kissed me and pulled away. I went into the bathroom to remove the toy. I made sure I washed it, too. As I stood in the bathroom, I could hear Sam's passionate cries and had to laugh. Damn that girl could scream! I ran the shower and washed, too, before I went back to a much quieter bedroom where I found Sam going down on Zoey while Lindsey watched from her bed while enjoying Zoey's big vibrator. I climbed into bed next to her and sucked on her tits while she watched. 

After Zoey's and Lindsey's orgasms the four of us sat in pairs and smiled at each other. "How was the toy?" Zoey asked me.




Zoey and Me Ch. 06



"Good," I said, unwilling to make more of a commitment to it than that.

"You looked sexy with that up your butt," Sam offered and I think I blushed because we were talking about my butt and that felt funny.

"Aw, sweetie, don't be like that," Lindsey said, caressing my cheek and giving it a quick kiss. "That's a good toy. You should try wearing it to class sometime." When I gave her a shocked looked all three girls laughed. I couldn't imagine doing something like that. Again, Lindsey was the first to call an end to the fun by reaching for her clothes. "I don't know about anyone else, but I'm still hungry." That was a consensus shared in the room and we ate together, laughing, joking and talking about all sorts of things. 

We walked back to the dorm as two couples. Lindsey and I walked side-by-side while Zoey and Sam did the same thing. Along the way, for whatever reason, it became really important to Sam that one of us went back to her room to meet her roommate. I didn't have an interest in meeting her roommate and neither did Lindsey. Inside the lobby, Zoey and Sam turned towards Sam's room while Lindsey and I went home. Once we were alone, I asked Lindsey, "You were kidding about wearing that toy to class, weren't you?"

"No," she giggled. "I've worn it to work, too, though that's tough. I usually can't make it the whole day."

"Because it gets annoying?"

"Because I get too excited and then I'm playing with myself in the bathroom before lunch. After I get off a couple times, I have to pull it out or I'll just keep wanting to play."

"Where did you ever get it?" I asked as we reached our room. She told me about a sex shop near the airport where she lived and how she and her girlfriends would go in there and dare each other to buy stuff. 

"That was the first thing I bought I didn't even understand what it was until I got home with it. It didn't make sense to me until I tried it and then . . . well, it feels good, doesn't it?" 

I couldn't imagine buying something like that without understanding its true purpose, except for how she explained it. I thought about it and realized that if I had done that, I would have been curious, too. "Does your boyfriend know about your toys?"

"No way," she giggled. "He'd freak out. He doesn't even know I play with myself." It went without saying that he wouldn't know about how she had played with girls, too. It was sort of a small conversation but it was one that made a big impact on me and how I would live my life in the years to come after then. So many of those days were learning experiences, like that little story from Lindsey was. 

"Have you ever watched your boyfriend play with himself?" I asked.

"I'm not sure he does that," she said and I laughed at that. I might not have much experience with girls or butt plugs, but I had plenty of experience with guys.

"Trust me, he does," I assured her. "Guys do it more than girls do it."

"How often do you do it?"

"I don't know," I said, thinking about it. "Sometimes I'll do it a few times in a day, like back-to-back or a couple of times and then a break and then a couple more times. Sometimes I'll go a couple days without doing it, but then I almost have to do it three or four times to get caught up, so maybe every other day or so? What about you?" Her answer surprised me.

"Every night when I'm taking a shower," she said. 

"No way!" I cried except I had no way of knowing. 

"I'd do it in bed except we always go to bed together and I didn't want you to know what I was doing."

"What about your toys?" I asked, not believing that someone with a toy the size of Kong would masturbate without it too many times. 

"Only when I know you're not going to be home for a bit, otherwise, I'll sneak my other toy into the bathroom with me. And like I said, sometimes I'll wear it during the day, too. It's so fucking hot. You should get one!"

"Maybe," I said, not convinced that I needed to own a butt plug. This afternoon had been fun, but it wasn't enough to convert me into an anal slut like the three of them. Besides, where was I going to buy one? From a catalog? It didn't feel like the sort of thing I wanted showing up at my house when I wasn't there to accept the package or showing up in the college mail with how often mail was passed out to the wrong people. "Do you ever feel like you're cheating on your boyfriend if you play with yourself?"

"No," she said, giving me a funny look. "Do you?"

"No," I admitted, even though I didn't have a boyfriend at the moment. "But if you do it and he does it, then why isn't it something you can talk about?"

"Do you talk about it with your boyfriend?" she asked. I reminded her I didn't have a boyfriend, but admitted that even when I did, it wasn't something we talked about. "I'd like to think we could talk about it," I said, meaning whatever boyfriend I ended up having.

"I don't know, it seems sort of private. Do you think we should talk about it?" I wasn't sure what she meant and she saw that. "I mean, maybe we should tell each other every time we do it or something?"

It was an interesting proposal and I have to admit that I liked the idea. "What if hearing you did it makes me want to do it?"

"Yeah, what if?" Lindsey asked with that sly smirk on her face that was always so fun looking. I noticed how she squirmed a bit and thought about calling her on it when a better idea came to mind.

"I don't believe you can really keep that toy up your butt for longer than a few minutes without touching yourself."

"Can to," she insisted before catching on to what I was saying. She smiled, picked up her toy and put it next to her while she worked off her jeans and panties. "This is sort of unfair because I'm already horny."

"Good," I said, squirming and resisting the urge to clutch at myself for the few moments it took her to put the toy in place. It didn't take her long before she pulled up her panties and jeans as if nothing had changed. "Feel good?"

"Yes," she said in a soft, excited voice that told me it felt very good. "Now we should go out and get some coffee or something." Her eyes went wide at my suggestion because the coffee shop was just off campus and a couple blocks away from our dorm room. "Unless you don't think you can."

"Fuck you," she said, standing and jamming some money into her pocket. I was right behind her and when we moved into the hallway I glanced behind us to make sure no one could see. I grabbed her ass, feeling the toy stuck between her cheeks. "Hey!" she cried out and giggled. I wondered if she could tell how much that was getting to me, too. When we got to the coffee shop, I was surprised with how much control she had. There was no way for anyone to know what was happening inside her jeans, but I did and I wasn't going to make it easy on her. Even though we got our coffee to-go, I suggested we sit outside at one of the tables to drink it. She glared at me but nodded. "I'm so going to make you pay for this when we get back to room."

"Tease," I said and sipped my coffee as if I didn't have a care in the world.

"Have you even met a guy you like since you've been here?" she asked and I told her about Eric. He wasn't the only guy I had met since I got to college, just the most recent. I hadn't turned into a full slut yet, but after my afternoon with Eric and his roommate, I knew I wanted to. In some ways, Zoey had come into my life at a good time to stop me from going dick crazy. I only told Lindsey about that night with Eric and how I did it to make sure I still like dick. "That's just how I felt after the first time I was with one of my girlfriends!" she said and we laughed at the similar reactions.

We sat for a moment and before she could change the topic, I decided I needed to tell her the rest of the story about Eric. I told her about what I had done with Eric and his roommate, Terrance. Lindsey looked shocked and it made me think that was a story I shouldn't have told, except I was really into this whole honesty kick and felt as if I needed to tell her. 

"What's next? Three guys?" she asked, pointing out how I did one guy after doing Zoey and two guys after doing both Zoey and Sam. That was pretty funny, actually. We finished our coffee and walked back to our dorm. Along the way she asked how serious we were about seducing Beth and I said I wasn't sure. I asked if she wanted to help us do and she said she didn't. I asked if she wanted to know about it and she said, "I guess we promised to tell each other everything, right?"

"So, what do you want to do when we get back to the room?" I asked and Lindsey smiled.

"Am I allowed to do anything?"

"Sure," I said before catching the flicker of disappointment on her face. "As long you ask permission first."

"When did you get to be such a bitch?" she asked, but the smile she was wearing glowed big enough to light all great outdoors. I thought about that smile as she worked the front door of our building and led the way to our room. Once inside the room, I used the bathroom, shutting the door to Beth and Zoey's room without checking if they were home or not. Lindsey said she needed to pee, too.

"Go for it," I said, standing just inside the bathroom door. 

"You're going to watch?"

"I'm going to make sure you don't do anything else," I said. She didn't. 

"What now?" she asked when we were back inside the room. I noticed she closed our bathroom door, a clear sign we wanted privacy. I thought that was a good idea because I was really horny. I thought about making her suffer. I thought about sitting down at my computer and trying to work on the paper I had due next week, but I knew I would be able to concentrate. Instead, I started getting undressed. Lindsey watched me with an envious look in her eyes. I knew she wanted to get naked, too, which was exactly why I didn't let her do it. Even though I felt in control, it still felt funny getting naked in front of her. I picked up Kong from the refrigerator and sat on my bed facing her. "Can I help?" she asked.

"You already are," I assured her as I play the tip of the fat, heavy toy between my legs. My nipples ached for attention and once I planted the toy inside my pussy, I moved my free hand to my chest. "I like how you seem to know when to pinch me harder," I said, pinching and rolling one of my hard nipples. I saw her biting her lip. "You can sit, you know." She nodded and sat on her bed with her hands between her knees as if she needed to clamp her knees around her hands to keep them from roaming her body. 

I was playing things by ear and I no idea what I was doing. I'm not good at think up lies on the spot but I am good at picking up on subtle clues within the moment. Even when Zoey was telling Lindsey lies I think I knew why she was doing it and where she was going with it. Remembering how it went with Lindsey still gets to me even now because it was so hot and fresh and exciting. I wasn't nervous as much as I was excited I didn't have a reason to be nervous but I was getting curious, too. Something was going on here and I wanted to know what it was. I wanted more than to know what was going on, I wanted to understand it, too. I had gotten naked in front of Lindsey for because I was horny and I wanted to get off and there was something going inside me about being watched while I was doing sexy things. I think part of me wanted to test our arrangement, too. What I didn't expect was the reaction I was getting from Lindsey, including the way she had practically volunteered to put her butt plug in place after I had suggested it. Something told me that Lindsey enjoyed being teased and told what to do and the stronger that sensation came to me the more I wanted to test it out. Seeing her staring at me with those hungry eyes, passion and need drawn on her face was as hot as performing in front of her. Words like "voyeur" and "exhibitionist" didn't have a meaning for me back then but I felt their impact on a personal level.

I watched Lindsey squirming as she watched me and I could guess how much in need she was and that excited me. The more excited she got from watching me the more excited I got performing for her except I wasn't performing, I was really doing it. I was hot, horny and in need. My pussy ached for satisfaction and I was determined to find it. Making love to Lindsey would have felt good except sometimes being a bit selfish and doing it yourself feels good, too. And that toy of hers, Kong, was just the ticket for my wet, needy pussy. Sliding that big toy in and out of my pussy felt so good. It filled me in ways that are difficult to describe because it was so big. I pulled on my hard nipples and felt my orgasm boiling up inside of me like a pot of water on the stove that is about to boil over. I wondered if I would even need to touch my clitoris. I felt as if I could orgasm from the toy and playing with nipples and nothing more until I reached a leveling off point that I think most women know all too well. Sometimes we get so excited and then reach a plateau that we can't fall off of and we stay super excited and frustrated and need something more to push us over the edge even if we can't figure out what that something more is. That's where I was stuck, on that very edge of another orgasm that wouldn't happen until something changed. 

"Do it," Lindsey coached as if she could read the frustration I felt and maybe she could. Lindsey was a very empathic individual and could read people better than anyone I knew. Sometimes I think she saw through the game Zoey and I had played with her though I never asked her. "Do it, Katie."

I had to let go of my tits for two reasons. One, because I was making them hurt by twisting, pulling and pinching on them so hard. The other reason is because I needed something more I knew I had to touch my clit. My clitty felt swollen and on fire and it ached in a way that made me think of how a man's penis can look sometimes right before they shoot off. I touched myself, caressing that sensitive little bud and that was all it took. I came with big sighs of relief that felt so good. My orgasm wasn't quite as intense as when I was riding Lindsey's face with that toy stuck up my butt, but it was close and I felt so good after I came. I don't know about other women but I have a couple of different kinds of orgasms. Sometimes I have an orgasm and it just fires me up to see how many more I can have. Sometimes I have an orgasm that fills me on the first try and quenches the fire of lust inside me from a huge roar back to glowing embers. Those are good orgasms because I feel sated afterwards but I know the fire is still there if I want to go again. This orgasm was one of those, an orgasm that satisfied me without removing the idea that I'm a sexual being and I might want to have another orgasm again at some point. Best of all, it freed my mind from my body's immediate need so I could consider Lindsey on a different level. 

"I think you like watching," I told her, carrying Kong to the sink and washing him off before putting him back on the refrigerator. Hadn't that been my idea, too? Hadn't I come up with the idea of displaying the toys for all to see? It felt that way and again I had the thought that Lindsey enjoyed being told what to do. 

"You are so sexy," she purred in that softer tone she used when she was really excited. 

"Maybe you're just saying that," I suggested as I smiled at her. 

"No, you are!" she insisted. "I think you're a lot sexier than Zoey." That was news to me. Like I said before, I always thought of myself as plain. I have good parts and I'm skinny and I have okay curves. I know I have great nipples because of how many times people have told me that. I think I can clean up pretty good when I want to really put the effort into it but when it comes to people like Zoey, I know guys will always notice her first and they should. Zoey was pint sized, bubbly, blonde and looked large chested even if she wasn't that well endowed up there and only looked that way because of how small her frame was. I thought both Lindsey and Samantha looked prettier than me, too, in different ways that Zoey. 

"Not I'm not," I said instead of insisting I was plain like I usually do. "Why would you even say something like that?"

"Because you're real," Lindsey said with honest sincerity that a person can't really fake. "You don't have a fake all over tan and you don't pretend to be a ginger when maybe you're really a redhead and you don't want to be. And you're honest and that's always better."

I wasn't sure what to make of Lindsey's words because I had never had someone say those things to me before. I know Zoey thought I was exotic looking because I had an olive tone to my skin and dark, curly hair. I had other people tell me that I looked like a gypsy woman or something and I never knew if that was a compliment or not. I thought her impression of Zoey and Samantha were interesting, too. 

"You're really wet right now, aren't you?" I asked. She nodded. "If anything in the world could happen right now, what would you want to have happen the most?"

"Whatever you want," she said and I found that answer interesting. She could have said anything at all and it would have been okay. She could have wished for her boyfriend to walk through the front door or Zoey or Samantha. She could have said she wanted me to go down on her or that she wanted to have a turn with Kong or that she just wanted a chance to get off. She could have even said she wanted to eat my pussy or fuck my ass or anything at all. Instead, she had said what she said and I found that very, very interesting.

"What if I don't want to do anything right now?" I asked and I picked up my panties as if that was the case. 

"Okay," she said.

"What if I told you I wanted you to sleep with that toy inside of you?"

"I've never done that before, but I can try," she offered. That's when it occurred to me that I had her under my spell. I didn't feel worthy of having that kind of control over her but I'd be telling a lie if I said it didn't intrigue me. I pulled on my panties and t-shirt before moving to stand in front of her. I caressed the side of her face and marveled as she looked up at me with such desperation. I ran my hand down her front and cupped her breast. The fire smoldering in her eyes felt wonderful. I pulled off her shirt and she allowed it like a rag doll. I undid her bra and she allowed it without comment or objection. I felt her breasts, teasing her nipples and studying them at the same time. Lindsey had wonderful breasts. Taking her hands in mine, I pulled her to her feet and finished undressing her. Not another word had passed between us and her silent willingness to submit to me was amazing. She had no idea what I planned on doing and yet choose to trust me. 

With the gift of "anything" I choose to return to her the gift she had given me earlier. I turned her around so she faced her bed. I laid on the floor between her legs and told her to kneel. She did, instinctively understanding how I wanted her to be positioned. Earlier, I had rode her face and thrilled at the idea of what I was doing. I didn't know if she would thrill at the sensation, but I didn't care. I pulled on her hips, lowered her over my mouth and began eating her. As she had done to me, I cupped her pretty little ass and placed a thumb over the flange of the toy inside her ass. I wiggled the toy as I ate her pussy, allowing her to move however she needed to move for it to feel best. She accepted what I was doing and I felt her passion, her need and her excitement. Her pussy was wet and needful and I delighted in the sensation of feeling her riding my tongue. She gasped and soon cried out, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" The best part was how she lost herself and ground against my mouth and tongue with pleasure. I grabbed her hips, refused to allow her to move away and I didn't stop until her I heard her repeating her orgasm chant. 




Zoey and Me Ch. 06



I scooted out from beneath her quivering body and found it interesting how she remained kneeling against her bed. I kissed her asscheek. I don't know why I did that. Because I could? I don't know. I pressed against her backside, holding her in my arms and kissed her over her shoulder. She kissed me back. Clutching her body, I made a final request to her. "Tell me every time you play with yourself and never lie to me."

"Can I ask for permission first?" she asked and I picked up on exactly how she said it.

"Yes," I confirmed and kissed her again. My world had gotten very strange and I was happy to embrace the weirdness. As I said earlier, life is full of lessons and this time was filled with more of them than I realized. By pleasing myself, I had pleased Lindsey and that was a lesson that would serve me very well after I met the man who would become my husband.

It had gotten late and I wanted to work on my paper a bit before I went to bed. I wasn't sure I needed to tell her, but I didn't want to take a chance. I told Lindsey she didn't have to sleep with her toy in place and she looked relieved. She went to the bathroom and showered while I wrote an outline. After her shower, I took one of my own. As we went to bed, she made one last request of me. "Is it okay if I play with myself?"

"Yes," I said, reaching inside my panties and giving myself the thrill I needed too until I heard her quiet little sighs of orgasm. 

Friday morning, we woke and went through our usual routine. I asked if she was heading home that weekend to see her boyfriend and of course she was. "Are you going to tell him about us?" I asked, meaning me and Samantha and Zoey. 

"Do I have to?" she asked and I knew whatever had changed in our relationship was still in effect. 

"No," I said and I kissed her. "It's our secret until you decide it should be otherwise. What you do with him is up to you." She seemed to appreciate that and kissed me back. That left me wondering how things had change, but not for long. That weekend I had other thoughts on my mind. I was going home, too, and I would get to see my baby!

The weekend away was good and bad. All the good were things you can guess. I had a great time seeing my baby and the rest of my family and blah, blah, blah. The bad part was leaving my baby behind, but as my mom insisted, "You're doing this for both of you. Make it count." Before I was dropped off on Sunday night, Mom had more advice for me. "Be a college student," she told me. "Sow all your wild oats because this part of your life isn't going to last for long." I love my mom for that. 

Walking back into my room, I saw that I was home before Lindsey. That wasn't uncommon because she usually came home really late on Sundays. I didn't bother trying to get with Zoey or Sam. To be truthful, I didn't think about Sam at all, only Zoey and Lindsey. I still had a paper due and I was able to finish it before I went to bed. When I had walked back into my room, I saw the toys sitting on top of the refrigerator where they were supposed to be. That had made me smile when I walked in, though I ignored them. As I went to bed, it became more difficult ignoring their siren's call. I thought about getting off and thought how much fun it would be if I was masturbating at the precise moment Lindsey walked into the room. Those were pleasant thoughts, but so was the idea of sleeping and sleep won out. I never even heard Lindsey coming home, which wasn't unusual either. She knew how to be quiet as a mouse. 

Our Monday morning was filled with its usual routine. She asked about my weekend, excited to hear about my first trip home. Things became more interesting when I asked about her weekend and received the most detailed and explicit rundown of her time spent with her boyfriend that I had ever gotten. They had made love twice on Friday night, three times on Saturday night and once more Sunday between church services. For whatever reason, I thought that last part was funny, but the best part had nothing to do with her boyfriend. "I bought you a present," she said when it was already a few minutes past time for us to leave the room. She had even taken the time to gift wrap the tiny box. I opened it up and discovered my own bright blue butt plug inside the package. "In case you want both of us to use one at the same time," she explained and I knew our little game was still going to continue. I gave her a big kiss before we left for breakfast.

Samantha was working her cashier station and we went through her line. She looked happy to see us but there was something odd about her smile. There was a line behind us and didn't have a chance to say anything more than "Good morning," to each other. When we sat down to eat Lindsey asked me if I thought Sam was distant. I said I did. "Wonder what we missed this weekend?" Lindsey asked. I had no idea and according to my copy of Zoey's class schedule, I wouldn't see her until after my one o'clock class. 

After my last class I headed to the dorm, stopped in front of Zoey and Beth's door and knocked, expecting her to answer. Instead, it was Beth. 

"Is Zoey around?" I asked.

"Haven't seen her," Beth said with a shrug. "She might be with her girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" I asked.

"Yeah, some ginger who works in the cafeteria or something, did you check there?" I shook my head, thanked her and moved to my room. I usually skipped lunch and didn't feel like heading back out. Besides, if Beth meant Sam, then heading to cafeteria wouldn't mean anything because Sam would have gotten off work at one o'clock. I didn't know Sam's class schedule, but I had learned her work schedule, two hour shifts during the morning rush, the lunch rush and the dinner rush five days a week. I swiped my keycard and walked into my room. 

My room was empty and quiet and I put my backpack down on next to my desk and wondered what I should do. While I was home, I missed Zoey. Was that a bad thing? I missed Lindsey, too, but not as much as Zoey. And what was up with Sam this morning? She had acted as if we barely knew each other. I made sure I left the bathroom door open in case Zoey came home and wanted to visit. With nothing better to do, I sat at my desk and worked on another paper I had coming due soon. I wanted to do a lot more than that. I was horny from a weekend of no sex and eager to play again except I had no one to play with except myself. It's not as if that's usually a problem for me but I wanted to play with someone, you know? Instead of playing, I worked and kept hoping Zoey would interrupt me. Shortly after five, Lindsey came home. I closed my paper to visit with her.

"Have a good afternoon?" she asked.

"Had a quiet afternoon," I said, explaining how I came back to the room and finished my paper in peace. I think Lindsey guessed what that meant and she had a puzzled look on her face. "Want to get some dinner?" I asked. She did and we saw Sam again in the cafeteria. Just like that morning, there was a line and we didn't get more than a big smile from Sam. 

Lindsey and I went back to our room and hung out. I kept hoping to see Zoey and didn't. I thought about knocking on her door again and decided against it. She knew I was home. Lindsey didn't make a pass at me and I didn't expect her to do that either. I had taken the toy she had bought be out of its packaging and my blue one sat on top of the refrigerator next to her ruby red butt plug. I knew it would only be a matter of time before I broke down and wanted to play those toys but I wanted to wait and see if Zoey turned up. It was after seven o'clock when Lindsey came out of the bathroom with a worried look on her face. "I think Zoey is home," she said.

"Did you see her?" I asked, putting down my book and standing up though I wasn't sure what I was going to do.

"Maybe you should go to the bathroom," Lindsey suggested. 

I did, seeing the door to Zoey's room was closed. I stood there confused for a long moment before I heard it. "Fuck! Yes Zoey! Fuck yes!" The sounds were muffled but I could recognize Sam's voice even through the closed door. I don't know why, but I felt slapped in the face. I went back to my room feeling a mixture of confusion and anger. Without a word to Lindsey, I sat on my bed, picked up my book and stared at the words without reading them as I sorted out my feelings. I didn't care if Sam and Zoey were having a good time together because that was fine. Zoey and I had said we didn't want to be a couple, that was didn't want to be girlfriend/girlfriend. So why was I mad? I didn't feel jealous. And, without seeing Zoey since I came back to school, it wasn't as if she had lied to me either. Slowly, it occurred to me. I felt rejected and that was an empty feeling.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Lindsey asked, wearing a look of concern. I found a way to smile at her. 

"Yes," I said and as I thought through how I was feeling, my smile felt more natural.



Zoey and Me Ch. 07



I'm not sure how much is left to tell about my adventures with Zoey. It's easiest to write about the really good times and the fun things that happened except it wasn't always sunshine and roses. Things got a little weird after I came home from that weekend and it almost feels as if I should change the title to Lindsey and Me or something, LOL. I might skip ahead a bit, I don't know. But thank you for the really nice comments and encouraging me to keep telling this story. I didn't know until I started writing it how much I learned during this time of my life and how it would end shaping things that happened later to me. It's interesting and fun and sexy trying to remember everything that happened and how it happened. I know I'm not getting every little detail exactly right except I really surprises me how often I can remember exactly how things happened.




So Zoey and Sam were in Zoey's room having sex, why did that matter to me? For all I knew, they had spent the entire weekend together having sex. Maybe Zoey decided she liked having sex more with Sam than with me. If that was true, it sort of hurt a bit but then again, so what? What could I do to change that? Zoey was allowed to like anyone she wanted to like, including Samantha. It wasn't as if Zoey was required to ask me first if she could be with Sam. 

It felt as if Zoey was avoiding me except I couldn't be sure. When I thought about it, I remembered how things went on Thursday and even Friday. My mom showed up to pick me up right after my last class on Friday and I was so excited about going home I didn't even think about saying good-bye to anyone. When I came back to school on Sunday evening, I hadn't even tried to find Zoey (or Sam, though she didn't matter as much to me). Maybe that was rude or maybe Zoey wouldn't have even been around but I don't know because like I said I never tried to find her. 

Sometimes I think a part of me wanted to put a little space between me and Zoey. I don't know because it's one of those situations where thinking backwards about it gets difficult because I know everything else that ended up happening, too. I know that sometimes we do things or don't do things without understanding why we did or didn't do them and I think that's what happened to me back then. Thursday night had happened the way that it had happened and if Zoey felt as if we were blowing her off the rest of the night, then Zoey had a problem. Friday was a short day for me and I think I can be forgiven for being excited about going home, you know? I couldn't explain Sunday, though, except it was after eight o'clock when I got back to school and while that wasn't very late I did have a paper to finish and I really needed to work on it. And I did look for her on that day, it's why I knocked on her door and if she wanted to play games, then fine. I think the best way to win when someone is playing games is to not play them in the first place. If Zoey wanted to be with Sam, why did that matter to me, especially when my roommate was sitting directly across from me.

Lindsey had just asked me if there was anything she could do for me which was such a great question. She could tell I was in a mood and working things out and wanted to let me know she was there for me. I don't think she expected the answer she got. "Yes," I had said as my thank-you smile turned into one that felt like a happy smile. Fuck Zoey and Sam. Why was I allowing Zoey to affect my happiness? I moved to the refrigerator and picked up the pretty blue butt plug toy Lindsey had bought for me. "Make me want this," I said as I handed it to her.

Lindsey gazed up at me for a long beat. I watched her eyes moving around my face as she studied me. Slowly, a smile that matched mine grew on her face. I leaned over and kissed her and when our lips met, my lips felt welcomed against hers. She cupped my breasts, squeezing them gently in her hands as she massaged my tits. It felt good, really good. It felt good because I was being touched by another person and better still because that person was another woman. I've said it before and it's true, women touch women differently than how guys do it. That doesn't mean guys do it wrong or do it badly because I like touching and being touched by men, too. I like the clumsy eagerness of a man's caress or the magical thrill of being with an experienced man who has either learned how to touch any woman or who has learned how to touch me. That's sort of how it's different for me when I'm making love to another girl. Another woman naturally seems to understand that soft and gentle is a better start than firm and eager. I liked the way Lindsey put a hand behind my head, holding me against her face as we kissed while her other hand slipped down the collar of my shirt, inside the cup of my bra and over my tit. I couldn't resist grabbing at her tits. I found her nipples and lightly pinched them through her shirt and bra. I was reward with a soft moan though I'm not sure if that moan came first from me or her.

Sometimes a kiss feels like the entire world. That's the way kisses feel in movies, as if it means everything that has ever happened or ever will happen between that couple. I felt a hint of that fullness in that kiss with Lindsey except we were doing a lot more than just kissing. We were groping each other and touching and there was a toy sitting on her lap and somewhere in the back of my mind, there was Zoey and Sam making love behind the wall behind Lindsey. I think all of those things were part of that moment at once along with knowing what I had asked her to do to me. At that point in my life, I had felt like a reluctant participant when it came to playing with butts. Asking her to make me want it was part of that moment, too. I didn't know how she was going to do it, I only believed that she could and would.

Lindsey backed away from our kiss and I stood. I don't remember if she pushed me up or if I just stood and I guess it doesn't really matter as much as saying I was standing in front of her and she began working the front of my jeans. She eased them down my legs and I stepped out of them. Next, she did the same thing with my panties, too. That morning, in the shower, thinking my day might turn out differently, I had shaved again to make sure I was nice and smooth. I kept the landing strip swatch of pubic hair that I liked to have. It feels funny to write that because though my day wasn't turning out as I expected it to turn out, it was still turn out in a really good way. Lindsey put her hands on my hips and pulled me closer. She kissed that landing strip section of hair right above my pussy. I remained still except for maybe stroking her hair or something. She pulled away, ran a finger between my shaved pussy lips and sucked on her finger when it came back wet. Her hand slipped around me and grabbed at my bare ass. She massaged my buttcheeks while she leaned over and kissed my pussy again. When I say she kissed it, that's all she did, too. She didn't try to eat me or go down on me or anything, she just kissed my pussy like how you might kiss a loved one's forehead or something. I don't know why that stands out to me as such a strong memory except that it does. When she looked up at me, she smiled and I saw her face looked a bit pink, as if she blushing. "Kiss it again," I told her and her smile grew bigger before she did it. I pressed her face against me and she kept on kissing me between my belly button and my pussy with half a dozen kisses or more. It was one of the sexiest, non-sexual things I can remember ever happening to me up to that point in my life.

Lindsey knelt on her bed and took off my shirt and bra, making me completely naked in front of her. My long nipples were hard and needful. Still on her knees in front of me, she caressed my chest for a long moment as if she was studying how her hand looked when it touched me. Without being told, she leaned over and sucked on one nipple. She sucked on it for the shortest of moments, making it wet and it glistened with her spit when she pulled away. Again, she stared and studied me before repeating the move on my other tit. She circled around my nipples, rubbing her saliva into my skin until nothing was left but her fingers and my hard, erect nipples. "Suck on them again," I told her.

"Thank you," she whispered as if I had just given her permission to do what she most wanted to do. This time her mouth did more sucking and teasing than the first time and I felt that familiar tingle between my legs of need that would have to be satisfied. When she looked up at me I had to smile because the look on her face reminded me of Puss-in-Boots from those "Shrek" movies. She looked so damn cute and pretty and I could resist kissing her again.

After our kiss, I reached down and picked up the toy she had bought me. I put in her hand and reminded her of what I wanted. "Make me want this," I said. 

"I will," she said, nodding her head. "Is it okay if I ask you to turn around?"

"Yes," I said and only then did I realize the odd challenge I had given her. For whatever reason, Lindsey wanted to be passive in our lovemaking. She wanted to be told what to do, directed and pushed into experiencing joy. I don't think she wanted to be submissive like in one of those stories like "50 Shades of Gray" as much as she wanted to be released from feeling guilt about what she was doing. I know that's a stretch of a thing to say and I can't say I thought about it like that at the time, but like I said before, I understand more about what was going on now than I did when it was happening. I turned around, expecting her to start playing with my butt, except that wasn't exactly how it went. She slipped off her bed and knelt on the floor. I was a bit confused about how I was supposed to stand so I turned my back to her because I was guessing that was what she wanted. I guess I guessed right, LOL.

Kneeling behind me, Lindsey kissed my ass. She kissed my ass in the same way she had kissed pussy, not in a sexual way, but more in an appreciative way. "You have such a great ass," she said between kisses. 

"It's too skinny," I said because I always had a difficult time accepting compliments.

"No, it's perfect," she said and she kissed me again and again. I stood there feeling her lips pressing against the top of my ass and the bottom of it and the middle and both sides. She didn't push my asscheeks apart and try to eat my ass, well, not then. She only kissed my butt, the cheeky part of my butt and she did it over and over again. I guess she knew what she was doing, because my ass never felt so appreciated. I'm skinny, I've always been skinny and it's part of the reason why women like Sam or Zoey can intimidate me because they have better curves than I have. I grew up as a tomboy. In a way that was good because I understood guys in a really good way. I knew how to play with guys and to fuck around with them (which ultimately led to me getting pregnant when I shouldn't have, I guess). It hadn't occurred to me that I learned to expect sex to be the way guys do it. I don't know if a guy were to kiss my ass the way Lindsey was doing would have had the same impact on me. For some reason, I think it was because it was a girl kissing my ass and telling me I was pretty and my ass was perfect made it all mean more to me. 

Standing still in front of Lindsey was becoming difficult. You know that tingly, sort of dull ache that happens between your legs when you start to get really excited? That's how I felt. I could get all clinical and talk about how it was because my clitoris was erect and my pussy lips were puffy with need and I knew I was wet, but screw all that. I was hot, excited and it felt good. I played with my nipples. Why not? They were my nipples and they were excited too and it felt good to caress them. I did my best to stay still and allow Lindsey to work her magic and I kept touching my nipples until she stood up behind and wrapped her arms around me. Her hands replaced mine and she kissed my neck right behind and below my ear and that sent a shiver up and down me. I remember dancing a bit in her arms because I felt so excited.

"Remember Thursday night?" she asked. Her breath was hot and warm against the wet spot her lips had left behind and below my ear. "When you made me watch you play with yourself?" I nodded. "That was so hot. I think that was the sexiest moment of my life. You looked so pretty doing do that. I loved seeing you using Kong. I love seeing you having an orgasm." I turned my head and kissed her. Part of me was so into the moment that I almost felt like crying. "And then, you made me come," she said. "That orgasm was so intense and you didn't stop after I came until I came again and I felt so out of control because of that." She kissed my neck again. "I want to make you feel that way."

I can't remember if she had to pick up the blue toy she bought me from the bed or if she still held in her hands or what. I really can't remember where she got it from and that's not the important part. The important part was how she was suddenly holding it. She held it up and sucked on it over my shoulder. I can so remember seeing it out of the corner of my eye and hearing the soft suckling noises her mouth made as she sucked on it. 

"This is probably my favorite toy," she confessed, holding it out so I could see it glistening with wetness. "I love mine and I want you to love yours, too." I think I said something like "me too" or something, but it didn't really matter. "Are you ready for this yet?" she asked.

"I guess," I said, unsure what I was ready for. 

Still holding me, she put the toy down on her bed. I can remember that because I wasn't expecting her to do that. A moment later, she was sucking on one of her fingers over my shoulder. She moved her hand between us, between my buttcheeks and that wet finger found my butt. She pressed against me and slipped it inside of me. "I love my plug," she cooed in my ear as she fingered my ass. "I love how it feels inside of me, how it reminds me that my body is my body first." 

I moaned as her words sunk deeply inside of me. I had never thought about it in the way she just said. I had never considered something as simple as a butt plug could make that kind of statement to me. In that moment, it wasn't about having something shoved up my butt in a sexual way, it was something more. I remember squirming against her finger, wanting it deeper inside of me. I can also remember how my neglected pussy felt as if it was weeping because I was so wet.

Lindsey reached around me and grabbed the lube from the top of the refrigerator. I watched as her hands worked in front of me as if we were playing a game where her hands were my hands. I don't remember exactly what I was doing with my hands. I think I was touching her. I think I had one behind my back on her hip and the other one was lost in her thick, shiny hair, but I don't remember. I hope that's how it was because that feels sexy to think about, that maybe I was holding her as much as she was holding me, you know? Either way, I watched as she uncapped the tube of lube and put a dab of the clear cream right in between her index and middle fingers. She snapped the cap closed and tossed the tube on the bed. 

A moment later, I felt her hand between my buttcheeks again. This time, she pressed against my butt with both fingers instead of just one. I can remember feeling my ass giving way to her fingers, welcoming them inside of me. I can remember an involuntary shiver where my butt sort of clenched down on her fingers and that intensified their presence. I don't know how deeply she put them inside of me and I'm not sure that matters as much as feeling them there in the first place. A gasp of pleasure left me before she even kissed my neck again. A second gasp escaped me when she did kiss my neck. 

"When I first got my toy, I didn't understand what it was for. I mean, I saw what it said on the package, afterwards, after I got home. I saw that it said it was a butt plug, but I didn't know, not really." She paused to kiss me again. "And the first time I tried it, it felt so big back there. I can remember how it sort of hurt a bit and made me feel really full in a weird way and when I touched myself, I came really, really hard."

"Yes," I said because that was how it had felt for me, too.

"And later I had to try it again to see if it really made a difference and it did. It felt good back there."

"When did you start wearing it, for like a long time?" I asked and I can remember how my voice felt like a hoarse whisper. Her fingers were still inside my ass and she eased them in and out of me in slow motion. Part of my body was wishing she was doing it to my pussy inside of my butt, but the rest of me was busy enjoying the thrill of my pussy being ignored. 

"It just happened," she said. "I would get thinking about it and how good it felt and I would know I was going to do something in a bit and I would start by putting it inside of me and then walking around. Walking around feels sexy, but so does sitting or something, because then you remember what you're doing and it feels really good." That's when I began craving the sensation. I pressed against her hand, wanting the toy or maybe having her fingers deeper inside of me.

"How long can you keep it inside you?"

"A few hours until I have to do something because I get really wet."

"Are you wet now?"

"I'm on fire," she said and this time she did more than kiss my neck, she gave me a hickey. I didn't care. It had been forever since I received a hickey and it was far enough behind my neck that I knew my hair would cover it and, for some reason, knowing it came from a girl made me think that I might want to wear my hair up if it still showed in the morning. 

"I want to feel that way," I said and I didn't mean feeling as if I was on fire, because I already felt that way. "Give it to me. I want that toy."

Lindsey picked up the toy with her free hand and that was sort of fun because she kept her fingers inside of me as she leaned over to pick up the toy and the lube. She kept fingering my ass as she handed me the lube. I worked as her extra pair of hands, opening the tube, applying a dab of it on the tip of the blue toy and closing the tube again. I tossed it on her bed and hugged her head close to mine as she pulled her fingers from my butt. I felt empty for a moment and then I felt her pressing the toy inside of me. I felt it sliding deeper inside of me, deeper than her fingers had been and then it stopped as my butt held the teardrop shaped toy inside of me. I wiggled, doing a squirmy little dance to feel it inside of me and it felt good. I turned around in her arms and kissed her deeply. "Did I do good?" she asked.

"Yes," I said and kissed her again. I wanted to do a lot more than kiss her. I wanted to make love to her and feel her making love to me, too, except I didn't want to rush things, either. I undid her jeans, pushed them down her thighs and told her, "Put yours in, too." Her face lit up with joy as I released her and I watched as she shuffled to the refrigerator, picked up her toy and then shuffled to her bed for the lube. She put a bit of lube on her ass, a bit more on the toy and I watched as she arched her back, fished behind herself and put the toy inside. I made her turn around and bend over so I could see the flat, red flange hidden inside her buttcheeks. For whatever reason, I kissed her ass and then made her get dressed. 

It feels a bit funny to keep saying "I made her" do this or that because I'm not sure that's accurate. In a way, yes, I guess that's what was happening. I was calling the shots and telling her what to do and she was doing it, but that's not quite how it felt. I didn't feel like her boss or master or anything is what I'm saying. I guess I felt more like our entertainment coordinator. 




Zoey and Me Ch. 07



"Maybe we should go get coffee," I suggested. I pulled on my panties and with every move I made I felt the toy dancing inside of me. 

"Do you think you can last that long?" she asked with that cute little smirk her face that could look so impish and suggestive.

"Good point," I said, unsure how long I could hold out before I had to have an orgasm. Still, I wanted to find out what it felt like to wear that toy under my clothes, so I still got dressed. "I think I'll go check my mailbox," I decided. She smiled and agreed that was a better answer. 

I don't know, if I didn't live in an all-girl dorm, I might have put my bra back on, too. Instead, I pulled on a t-shirt and put my jeans back on. I slipped on sandals, shoved my keycard in my back pocket and headed out into the hallway. With every step I took I could feel the toy stuck inside of me and caressing me from the inside out. I had only made it as far as the door and I couldn't imagine wearing the toy to work or class, that would be madness! I turned and walked towards the lobby where the mailroom is with its wall of mailboxes. Each box had a combination on it so you didn't have to remember to keep track of key. I started walking and slowed down when I reached Beth and Zoey's room. Part of me wanted to stop and press my ear against their door to see if I could still hear Sam and Zoey going at it. Part of me said I should knock and say hello. But another part of me said I should just keep walking and that's the part that won. 

We live on the third floor of our dorm and as I waited for the elevator I kept looking to my right and left to make sure no one could see me. I did a little dance, almost like the "I have to go to the bathroom NOW" dance except that wasn't how I felt. I was enjoying the toy shoved up my butt too much. The elevator arrived, I stepped inside and rode it to the lobby. It was everything I could do to stop myself from clutching at aching pussy as I rode in the privacy of that elevator car. I crossed the lobby, went into the mailroom and checked the mailbox that was almost always empty. It was empty that day, too. It didn't matter. I didn't care about receive mail, I cared more about walking around with that toy inside of me.

Crossing back to the elevator, I was forced to wait for the car to return to the ground floor. I didn't think much about it, except I wanted to squirm and the lobby felt like too public of a place to do that. There was the usual "ding" and the doors opened. I was talking half a step back from the door when I saw Zoey and Sam standing side-by-side wearing big, happy grins. The moment they noticed me, their grins froze as their eyes went wide and their smiles looked very, very fake.

My first thought when I saw them was relief that I hadn't stopped to listen at Zoey's door. What if I had and they had opened the door to leave and found me standing there in the hallway? My second reaction was the same as theirs, surprise at unexpected running into them. "Hi!" I gushed, surprising myself with my reaction. It makes sense to me now because I had already gotten over Sam and Zoey being together while I was still in my room, but at the time, my happy-go-lucky reaction felt as if it had more to do with the toy shoved up my ass than genuinely being glad to see them. "How's it going?"

They swapped a surprised look and the elevator door started closing before they stepped off. That was actually pretty funny. "Just walking Sam back to her room," Zoey said, making a stab at keeping the door open.

"Yeah, I heard she was over," I said and they didn't catch what I meant by that.

"Really?" Sam asked, looking confused.

"Well, it's not as if you know how to be quiet," I said very aware of the happy smile I was wearing. Why not? I felt happy, you know? I might have been thinking it was for the wrong reasons, because of the toy, but it didn't matter. Happy is happy, right? Best of all, they seemed surprised and confused by my reaction, especially Zoey. I caught how she was looking at my chest. I'm sure my nipples were still hard from the thrill I was experiencing though I'm not sure that mattered, either. I wasn't wearing a bra and without a bra, my nipples always look hard. And to be fair to Zoey, maybe she wasn't looking directly at my tits to see my tits. I am taller than her and my tits are almost on eye level for her.

"Not when someone makes me feel as good as Zoey," Sam said and I think she meant that in a mean way, but I don't know. 

"Yeah, she's special, isn't she?" I said, smiling at Zoey. It was a sincere compliment, I meant it and I was hoping she took it that way.

"When did you get home?" Zoey asked, looking tentative.

"Late Sunday night," I admitted. "And I had to finish that stupid paper. I knocked on your door this afternoon, but Beth said you were out."

"She was with me," Sam said as if that meant something. "We were probably in my room fucking."

"Cool," I said. I had guessed they were together. I hadn't guessed where or what they were doing, but Sam's answer wasn't a surprise to me. 

"We spent the entire weekend together," Sam added.

"Did Beth go home, too?" I asked Zoey.

"In my room," Sam answered for her. "MY roommate went home and we had to place to ourselves. I'm still walking funny."

I smiled. I wasn't sure what to say to that. Apparently and I'm guessing when I say this, but I'm thinking my happy-go-lucky smile was really getting under Sam's skin.

"You should ask for your toy back, too," Sam prompted Zoey. "We could have had fun with that this weekend."

"Yeah we could've," Zoey said, flashing Sam a smile that I wasn't sure Zoey felt. 

"Well, if you want to get it tonight, that's fine," I offered. "You might need to knock and no promises about what Lindsey and me might be doing when you do." That answer seemed to worry Sam.

"She won't need it tonight, but you should give it back to her tomorrow," Sam said.

"Okay," I said. It didn't matter to me and through-out our awkward conversation, I kept feeling that toy inside of me. I knew what was waiting for me in my room and if Zoey didn't want to play, it was okay with me. Before I could say anything more, Sam took Zoey by the hand and they headed down the hallway in the direction of Sam's room. I can't say Sam was dragging Zoey as much as steering her. Zoey did glance over her shoulder once and gave me a little smile that looked like an apology. I pressed the button to reopen the elevator, was glad it was waiting and went back up to my floor.

Inside the empty elevator I replayed part of the conversation in my mind. It felt odd but it was difficult for me to focus on Sam and Zoey when I was so excited about what was happening between Lindsey and me. I was doing that little wiggling dance again without realizing it until the doors reopened. There were two girls from my floor waiting for the elevator and we stepped around each other. They had no idea what was going on inside my pants and the idea thrilled me. I walked back to my room paying attention to nearly every step. I didn't slow down as I passed Zoey's room. 

After opening the door to my room, I collapsed against the backside of it. "I fucking love this toy!" I announced and I shoved my hand inside my pants. My panties felt damp and my pussy was slick with desire. I pressed my fingers around my clit, wiggled them and that's it all it took. I came leaning against the door to my room. It was a warm-up orgasm and I knew I would need much more before I felt sated, but it was a great start. I took a deep breath and walked into the room. "How the hell do you wear this to work?"

"Like I said, I don't last long," Lindsey reminded me, looking absolutely delighted. I remembered how she said she would go to the bathroom to masturbate. When she had told me that the first time, I couldn't imagine doing it and it's not because our bathrooms are nasty or anything. I think it was more because public bathrooms never feel like very private places to me. You never know who is behind which door or what they are doing and it always feels sort of weird to me. I know girls usually go to the bathroom in groups because we like to talk in private and we can share make-up if we need a touch-up or something, but I do it because I don't like being alone in public bathroom. I guess I'm just weird like that. 

"You need to get naked, right now," I told her, already pulling off my clothes. Lindsey stood up from her bed and pulled off her clothes as soon as I made the suggestion. I was faster and I stood next to her rubbing my pussy while I waited for her. I felt desperate for sex and was determined to have it. "Lay down," I told her and I guess I either nodded at her bed or she guessed that was where I wanted her, because that's where she went. As soon as she was on her back, I crawled over her. I kept crawling until I was holding on to the wall above her headboard and straddling her face. I didn't need to tell her what to do because she went right to work eating me as soon as I put my pussy over her face. I didn't need to tell her, but I did. "Eat me," I said.

Lindsey ate me in much the same was as she had the last time we were in this position. Her hands cupped my ass and her thumb pressed against the nub of the toy that was nestled outside of my ass. After doing the same thing to her, I had an even better appreciation for what she was doing to me. I knew how it felt to hold a cute little ass in my hands while I ate pussy and toyed with a toy. I also knew how it felt to have a woman above you and I wasn't shy about taking advantage of my position. I ground against her mouth, tongue and nose. I squirmed and raked my pussy against her face as her tongue sought to lick everywhere it could at once until I reached that climatic moment. When I reached that peak, I centered my clit against her tongue and rode her tongue to another incredible orgasm. As I came, my body clenched down on itself and that toy inside my ass drove me to deeper contractions. I felt wonderful, absolutely wonderful. 

I needed more but I didn't want to leave Lindsey in need. After that orgasm from her, I pulled away, turned around and reached past her bedside table and managed to grab Kong. Facing down her body as I again straddled her face, I put that big toy between her legs and started fucking her with it. I can be honest and say what I really wanted was for her to do that to me, but that's not how the moment played out. Instead, I was the one fucking her pussy with that big toy while she ate my pussy. I reached down and rubbed at her clit and delighted in watching her orgasm. I didn't stop until I came again. Along the way, so did she before I finally felt sated enough to pull away from her face. 

Lindsey and I cuddled on her bed for a bit, holding each other, kissing and both of us kept grabbing each other's ass and wiggling the matching toys we were using. I wanted to stay like that forever except the thrill of the toy was beginning to fade. "I think I need to take this out now," I told her. She kissed me and moved so I could get out of bed. I went into the bathroom, did what I needed to do and took a shower, too. 

I felt a little bad for taking so much time, but I guess it was okay. When I walked back into our room, Lindsey was still sitting on her bed. She gave me a sheepish smile. "I know I'm supposed to ask you if I can do it before I do it, but you were busy," she said. I didn't understand what she meant. "I sort of needed to play with myself while you were in the shower."

"You know what this means, don't you?" I asked. She shook her head, looking worried. "Now you have to do it again while I watch. That is, if you can."

"I can," she said, looking very happy and I stood near her bed and watched her do it. She used Kong again in much the same way as I did. She kept one hand on Kong and used her other hand to rub her clit until she came once more. I noticed so much while watching her. I noticed how her body glistened and glowed. I saw how her hair became matted around the edges from perspiration. I watched how she bit at her full lips when she got close to her orgasm and noticed how she seemed to fight against it as if she didn't want it to happen until she didn't have a choice except to have an orgasm. On some level, ever bit of that registered with me. 

Lindsey took her turn in the shower while I got dressed for bed. She had left Kong behind and I washed it for her. When I was done, I positioned my blue toy next to Kong and smiled. I think my smile faded a bit as I looked at Zoey's toy. I knew I would miss seeing it there. I picked up my t-shirt to wear it to bed and decided against it. I liked being naked, I always have. I tossed it into my hamper with the rest of clothes and stayed naked which was something Lindsey noticed when she came out of the shower. I could tell she wasn't sure if I was sending her message or not. "I just like being naked," I said.

"Me too," she said, though there was a faint blush on her cheeks as she said it. 

"Then maybe we should sleep that way tonight," I suggested. She smiled and hung up her towel. I could tell she felt uncomfortable but I think she liked it, too. "What if I said maybe we should be naked all the time in the room?"

"If you want," she said, blushing a deeper red.

"Maybe not everyday," I amended. "Maybe just on weekends or something."

"What if someone comes to the door?" she asked.

"Yeah, what if?" I replied and smiled. When she giggled I couldn't resist giving her a kiss. There were times when she could be so damn cute!

Except for waking up naked with Lindsey, Tuesday felt like a regular day back at college. When we went through the lunch line, Lindsey led the way and she picked a different cashier stand instead of going through Sam's line. I didn't notice which line was shorter but once we sat down together, I told her how I had bumped into Zoey and Sam in the lobby last night. "I think they might be a couple," I said.

"When I heard her next door, I was afraid something like that was going on," she said. "Bother you?"

"I don't think so," I said, unsure how I felt about it. "I like Zoey. I like her a lot more than I do Sam." That felt mean and I scrambled to correct myself. "I mean, I like her okay, but more as just a friend or something."

"I get it," Lindsey said and I think she did. "I have a friend like her, Ashley. She's fun, but she can to be too much sometimes." She took a bite of breakfast before asking and smiled at me as she chewed. 

"You know Zoey and I weren't ever a couple, right?"

"Yep, but does Zoey get that?"

"It was her idea," I said and Lindsey smiled again but didn't explain why. I remember understanding her point and thinking she was wrong. She was suggesting that maybe Zoey had more feelings for me than she was letting on. I wasn't sure I wanted to believe that. We finished our breakfast and before heading our separate ways, Lindsey had one more piece of advice for me that felt a bit out of place. She reminded me how I was Zoey's first girl. It didn't make sense to me at the time because Zoey was my first girl, too. I squeeze Lindsey's hand before she walked away and thanked her. She was a great roommate and stayed that way, too.

Off and on during my classes, I thought about my new toy sitting back in the room. I tried to imagine sitting through a lecture with it nestled inside of me. It sure would have made my Western Civilization class more interesting! When I finished with my classes, I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to go back to the dorm, put that toy inside of me and see how long I could last. Could I make it until Lindsey came home from work? I couldn't help smiling as I walked back to the dorm and imagined an afternoon of being tortured like that. Poor Lindsey. If I made it until she got off work, I might rape the moment she walked into the room! As soon as I got back to the room, I pulled of my pants, lubed my butt and the toy and eased it into place. I was so excited I had to fight against playing with myself. I reminded myself how being excited was the point. I considered staying bottomless and decided that was too much of a temptation. I got dressed again and did my best to keep my hands off myself.

About the same time I put on my pants, I heard a knock on the front door. I wasn't expecting anyone because I had forgotten about the conversation with Zoey and Sam, at least until I heard the knock on the door. I thought about grabbing the toy, opening the door and just shoving it at her. Then I thought better about it. Walking to the door with the toy inside of me was more than it should have been.

I opened the door to both Zoey and Sam standing there. "Hi guys," I said deciding it was better to maintain a happy disposition even though they weren't smiling. I invited them inside and it seemed to take an exchange of glances before they decided it was okay to follow me into the room. "Did you have a nice weekend?" I asked, doing my best to keep things light and friendly.

"I know I did," Sam said. "Zoey is such a slut!"

"Hey," Zoey protested but I don't think she really objected to the name calling. "We did pretty much stay in bed, though." Zoey asked about my weekend at home and Sam put on a show of looking bored as we talked. We talked for more than few minutes and it felt good to visit with her.

"Baby, I don't have a lot time before I have to be back at work," Sam said during a natural pause in our conversation.

"Yeah, okay," Zoey said giving me an apologetic smile. "I guess we'll see you around?"

"Yeah, I hope so," I said and watched as they let through my front door. I assumed that meant they were heading for Sam's room, but I was wrong. Moments later, I heard the door to Zoey and Beth's room slammed shut. 

Determined to enjoy myself, I went to the lobby and checked my mail again. I wasn't expecting any mail, but it gave me a reason to walk somewhere with that toy inside of me. When I reached the lobby, I saw the autumn sun shining and took a walk outside. I didn't venture far but it was between classes and I passed quite a few familiar faces on the sidewalks. These were the bit players in the story of our lives, the familiar faces you see so often that you wave, smile or nod your head at them because they are so familiar. I don't know anything about any of these people and they know just as little about me, yet I was willing to bet I was the only one walking around with a sex toy in my ass. Unable to wait, I went back to my room, got naked and used Kong with the toy in place. It was an amazing experience. 

I took the toys into the bathroom with me and washed them in the shower. While I was in the bathroom, I heard Sam's orgasmic cries. I smiled. Sam really was a piece of work. After my shower, I put our toys on display. It occurred to me Zoey didn't know about the toy Lindsey had bought for me. The two times I had seen Zoey since the weekend, I was using the toy. I shrugged away the thought. It didn't matter, did it? I studied for a while until Lindsey came home. We went to dinner together and again avoided Sam's line. During dinner, we sat with a couple girls who lived down the hall from our room. I remembered passing one of that earlier when I was wearing the toy and that made me smile.

On the way back to the room, Lindsey said I looked happy. I told her about practicing with the toy she gave me and that made her smile. I also told her about Zoey and Sam's visit. "I wondered what happened to her toy," she said. Apparently she had noticed it missing and hadn't bothered to ask in case it was a bad question to ask. Later that evening, I met with a study group. When I came back to the room, Lindsey and I spent the rest of our evening absorbed in our own interests. 

After her shower, she asked, "Are we sleeping naked again tonight?" 




Zoey and Me Ch. 07



"Yes," I said, deciding she wouldn't have asked the question if she didn't want to do it. She smiled, hung up her towel and stayed naked. 

"Is it okay if I use Kong tonight?" she asked.

"As long as I can watch," I said, turning around in my chair. She had a faint blush on her cheeks but she was smiling. I watched as she laid on her bed, on top of her sheets for my benefit and caressed her body with Kong sitting alongside of her. She kept her eyes closed as she caressed her breasts, lightly running her open palms in a circle around the tip of her nipples. That looked really interesting and I made a mental note to try doing that myself. As she became more excited, one of her hands slipped down her stomach and between her legs. From where I sat, I could see her knuckles moving up and down as she rubbed herself until I heard the occasionally wet smacking sound of her pussy being very wet. That's when she felt for Kong and used both hands to position the heavy toy. Once it was in position, I saw her hand moving back and forth as she worked the toy in and out of her pussy. I felt a sympathetic tingle between my legs because I knew how good that toy could feel but I didn't get undressed or interrupt her. Her free hand was back on her breasts, moving from right to left and back to the right one. I saw how she seemed to like keeping both of her nipples stiff and excited instead of favoring one. For me, my right nipple usually gets the most attention because I tend to cross my left hand across my chest while using my right hand to play with my pussy or for steering a toy. Finally, I watched as her body frozen in place while her chest heaved and her stomach contracted. Even without her "Oh! Oh! Oh!" I knew she had an orgasm. She rested for a moment before sitting up and giving me a shy smile. I couldn't tell if her face was red because she was blushing or if it was an afterglow from her orgasm. It didn't really matter because she looked beautiful either way. 

"It's hotter when I know you're watching me," she said. On her way to the sink to wash off Kong, she steered towards me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I waited until she was done washing Kong before I brushed my teeth, got naked and went to bed without masturbating. I wasn't holding out on her, I wanted that night to be hers and only hers. "Good night, Katie," she said before turning off her bedside lamp.

"Good night, Lindsey," I said back to her and I rolled over and went to sleep with a pleasant tingle of excitement inside of me. 

On Wednesday afternoon, after classes and before Lindsey came home from work, I practiced with my toy which is really just another way of saying I played with myself for a couple hours. In a way it felt like my second week of college was repeating itself during this fourth week. During that second week was when I realized I had plenty of time to myself every afternoon and I took advantage of that time to tease and please myself. I cleaned-up and got dressed before Lindsey came home, just like I did every day during that second week. That evening Lindsey and I didn't do anything special. It was just another night in college except for the end of the night when Lindsey wanted to masturbate again. 

"Do you miss doing it in the shower?" I asked.

"Not really, I like doing it in bed better."

"You haven't used your red toy in a while," I pointed out. 

"I could try wearing it to class and work tomorrow," she offered. 

"Take it with you," I suggested. "But wait until your last hour of work before you use it. That way you can come home instead of playing with yourself in a bathroom."

"Thank you," she said as she stretched out on her bed. I laid naked on mine and we did it together. I noticed she watched me as much as I watched her. It felt good doing it together even if we didn't touch. I held back on my orgasm until I heard hers and then I joined her. I slept well that night.

When I came back from class the next day and walked into the room I immediately noticed Lindsey's ruby red toy was missing. It reminded me of how it was inside her backpack, waiting for her to use it. I wondered if she was watching the clock, waiting for it to tick on four o'clock, her last hour at work. Was she excited? Anxious? It was around three-thirty when I realized I knew exactly how her felt because I was doing the same thing she was doing. I was watching the clock, too. At four o'clock, I got undressed and put my blue version inside of me. I was wet and needy and feeling it slipping into place seemed to signal to my body that good things were going to happen soon. I got dressed again and tried to distract myself until she came home. I paced the room waiting for her to come home and thought about her walking across campus with that toy inside her sexy little ass. Again I had to laugh when I realized I was pacing and experiencing the same thing she was experiencing. It was nearly a quarter after five when I heard her keycard in the look. I stood at the end of the hallway.

"Oh fuck," she said as she walked inside and I could see the desperate need written on her face. "Please tell me I can have an orgasm."

"Come here," I said, as much in need as she was. We wrapped our arms around each other and started kissing with wet, hard, hungry kisses. As if we were working with a single mind, we both squeezed each other's asses at the same time. We broke our kiss to giggle and look into each other's eyes. I began working the front of her jeans, managing to go no farther than unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper before I shoved my hand inside her panties. Lindsey did the same thing to me and we went back to kissing while our hands moved furious inside each other's panties. We gave each other the first orgasm we both needed so badly. It was fast and felt wanton as if we were both out of control. "Take these off," I sighed the moment my orgasm had released me from its grip. 

We scrambled out of our clothes together and fell to my bed in a kissing pile of arms, legs and desire. Once again we used fingers to satisfy each other while we kissed deeper than ever. On the heels of my orgasm, I crawled between her legs and replaced my hand with my mouth. When that wasn't enough for her, she pushed and pulled on my body until we were in a sixty-nine position and we were both eating pussy and playing with the other's butt plug. That position reminded me of the person I had tried not to consider for the day. I thought about Zoey, what she might be doing and I came remembering when Zoey and I were in that position. It was the last orgasm I needed that day.

I pulled away from Lindsey, kissed her lips and told her I needed to use the bathroom. She nodded and gave me a very contented grin. While I was in the bathroom, that's when I heard the festivities happening next door, too. I heard Sam's cries and it made me sigh with longing. I missed Zoey more than I was willing to admit. I started the shower and got cleaned up. When I came out of the bathroom, Lindsey traded places with me. I don't know if she heard Sam's cries while she was in there. When she came out of the bathroom, freshly showered, too, she suggested we go to dinner. Since it was Thursday, we didn't see Sam at her cashier stand. It was just as well. I missed Zoey and seeing Sam made me think about Zoey. Was that the same as feeling zealous? I wasn't sure and didn't want to think about it too much.



Zoey and Me Ch. 08



Hi again! It looks as if I've lost some of you as this story has dragged on. I feel bad about that I know my writing and proofreading is bad. I'm so sorry about that. For anyone still reading, I had a great remembering this. I think I got carried away describing it, I don't know. Anyway, if you take the time to read it and want to leave me a nice message that would be great because those really make me smile.

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Lindsey went home after work on Friday, I had our dorm room to myself for the weekend and for the first time I felt lonely. It was an odd sensation because I like having time alone. It's not often I wished for a TV in my room but I think I would have enjoyed the noise. In the lobby of the dorm is a community room that had a TV. With nothing better to do, I played with my new blue toy and wore it downstairs but sitting in the community room watching mindless TV reminded me why I didn't care about TV. Determined to get used to my toy, I walked off campus to the coffee shop Lindsey and I had visited a few days ago. Again, walking around in public wearing a very intimate sex toy inside my panties was a thrill. By the time I reached the coffee shop I was a mess. I felt on the edge of an orgasm from doing nothing more than walking. How the hell did Lindsey ever do this?

I was leaving the tiny shop with my coffee in hand and I was thinking more about Kong waiting for me than anything else. That's when I heard someone say, "Well hey there, neighbor" and I glanced over my shoulder to see Beth sitting at one of the outdoor tables. She was sitting with a big sketchbook and nodded that I could sit with her if I wanted. Though I was in a state I didn't want to be rude and sat. "How's it going?"

"Good," I said though I felt like a wreck. Sitting had wiggled the toy deeper inside of me and it was driving me crazy. "Hiding out from the lovebirds?" I asked, immediately regretting it as being inappropriate but Beth laughed. 

"The funny part is how Zoey thinks she's hiding it from me." Beth made a few pencil strokes on her sketchpad, frowned at them and rubbed the page with the side of her hand. "So, it's none of my business, but did Zoey dump you for Sam?"

I was stunned that she even knew. "We were never a couple," I managed and tried to hide behind my coffee cup. Was I blushing? I couldn't tell. I remember I squirmed because of that darn toy. Beth nodded and worked on her drawing. "How could you tell?"

"Please," Beth laughed never looking up from her drawing. "You don't remember that weekend Zoey spent with you and the two of you came into the room before going to lunch?"

"I guess we were pretty obvious," I laughed. That was the weekend when we met Sam and it felt funny thinking how that weekend was both a beginning and an ending. If I had known Sam was going to steal my girlfriend, would I have still wanted to go to lunch dressed like a prostitute? I remember having that thought because it was the first time I had thought about Zoey as my girlfriend. "How did you know she was spending the weekend with me?"

"It was just a guess. I didn't know for sure until I saw the two of you together that afternoon. Did you do Sam that evening?"

"Yes," I admitted, sure that I was blushing that time.

"It's not as if it's mystery," Beth explained. "That girl is loud as hell."

"Zoey hooked me up with her," I said, I don't know why. 

"Interesting," Beth said, looking up from her drawing. "You know she spent a long time in the bathroom that night, right? I think she was listening." She went back to her drawing. "I thought she was jealous of Sam, but I guess I had it the wrong way around." 

"Guess so," I agreed. I used a sip of my coffee to stop myself from explaining anything more. Beth's take on things wasn't how it felt for me but maybe she was right? I would have to think about it but I that was thinking that would have to wait until later. 

"Are you seeing anyone new?" Beth asked, still working on her drawing, though she did glance up at me to see my reaction. She was assuming I preferred women and given my recent history, it didn't feel right to correct her.

"Not seriously," I said, unsure how to describe what was going on with Lindsey. I gave my answer before I had a second thought: was Beth hitting on me?

"You should let me draw you," she said and there was something about the way she said it that felt like it was a seduction line.

"Sure," I said without thinking about it.

"I only do life studies," she added. I didn't know what that meant. "Nudes," she amended. She turned her sketchbook around and showed me a few pages. Each page included a remarkable drawing of a nude woman, including the one she had been working on. I was as startled by her talent as I was by her subject matter. She flipped the pages too fast for me to study her drawings but each drawing looked more explicit than the last one. "Technically, erotic nudes," she amended again. In every drawing the girl was touching herself or posed in a very suggestive manner. "Still game?" she asked.

"Yes," I said in a small voice that felt the way Lindsey sometimes sounded. Agreeing sent a shiver through me that Beth noticed, too. She gave me a knowing smile but didn't comment on it. She wanted to work out the details and I mentioned how Lindsey was gone for the weekend. She asked if we could do it tomorrow and I quickly agreed. I think I would have agreed to anything because I was too excited. I needed to get back to my room and take care of myself. 

I couldn't rush back to the dorm because walking faster made the toy wiggle more. I slowed and did my best to maintain an even gait. Most of the walk back to the dorm was a blur to me. If the elevator had been empty I might have started inside it. Instead, I had to waddle back to my room with an urgency that was tearing me apart. I made it as far as the opposite side of my door before shoving my hand inside my pants and gasping my way through an immediate orgasm. I stayed against the door sucking in deep lungful after lungful of breath as my heart raced. I pulled off my clothes, heading into the room and stayed on the bed until the fire inside of me had dimmed to nothing more than smoldering embers.

I cleaned up in the bathroom and stayed naked without using the toy. I had heard Sam's cries from Zoey and Beth's room and I tried applying Beth's logic to how things had gone down. Was Beth right? Was Zoey interested in Sam from the beginning? It didn't feel right to me. If Zoey wanted Sam to herself, then why had she pushed me and Sam together on that Sunday night? It made more sense that something had happened during that weekend when I went home. I shrugged away worrying about it. Whatever had happened had happened and thinking about it wasn't going to change things. 

When I went to bed I thought about Lindsey. I thought about her being home and back in the arms of her boyfriend. Was she having fun? I tried to imagine Lindsey in the arms of a man and liked the mental image. I played with myself one more time imagining her bringing her boyfriend to school and watching them making love in the bed across from me.

I took a shower Saturday morning and went to breakfast. Sam was the only cashier. "How's it going?" I asked, giving her a smile. 

"Good," she said, handing me back my card without swiping it. There was no one else in line behind me and as I tried taking the card from her, she held it tighter for just a moment. It was something she had done before we hooked up, too. "Do you hate me for stealing Zoey from you?"

"We were never a couple," I said and felt as if I had given that answer too many times. Why did everyone think she and I had ever been a couple? "I think she used me to get to you."

Sam blinked hard as if the world had turned upside down for a moment and she needed to right it by blinking. "Really?"

"Makes sense when you think about it," I said. 

"We're going to get together when I get off work," Sam said. Was that an invitation or was she bragging? I couldn't be sure.

"Cool," I said, pocketing my card and I ate breakfast alone. Beth's theory did fit the facts but it still didn't feel right to me. Whatever Zoey and I had had together had felt honest and real and now it was gone in a way that felt odd. I no longer believed Zoey was avoiding me because we didn't have a lot of contact before we fell into bed together. Maybe Sam was trying to keep Zoey away from me but I couldn't be sure of that either. I shrugged away the idea from my mind and thought about Beth's drawings. 

I went back to the dorm after breakfast and stopped at Beth and Zoey's door. Beth had told me to knock when I was ready to get started with our drawing session and I didn't know which door I should use. Since I was already in the hallway, that's the door I used and wasn't sure what to say when Zoey answered the door except the truth. "Is Beth home?" I asked. 

When Zoey opened the door and saw me, her face it up in a big, happy smile. Her smiled faded when I asked for Beth. "Really?" she asked, looking confused. "I mean, yeah, she's here." She stepped aside and I walked past her into the room. 

"Hey, how's it going?" Beth said with a big smile. "I need to grab my stuff." She picked up an olive green military surplus bag and began shoving pencils and her drawing pad inside of it. I nearly sat for a moment at Zoey's desk but thought better of it. With their beds positioned as bunk beds and Zoey sleeping on the bottom bunk, sitting on the bed didn't feel right, either. I leaned on the corner of the entryway into the room. Zoey walked around me and sat at her desk, still wearing a puzzled look on her face.

"Are you going to pose for her?" Zoey asked as if that meant something. I nodded. "Have you seen her drawings?" I had to assume Zoey had seen Beth's artwork because then her question made more sense.

"She showed me a few last night when I saw her at the coffee shop," I said. Zoey still looked confused and I saw her mouth open for a moment before she closed it without saying anything. "I saw your girlfriend at the caf," I said.

"We're not really girlfriends," Zoey corrected and Beth hooted a burst of laughter.

"You're a hell of a lot more than fuck-buddies," Beth said standing and turning off her computer before we left. Zoey looked as if she had been slapped in the face. 

"And you're just going to draw Katie, right?" Zoey shot back. "Have you seen her pictures?"

"Yes," I reminded her.

"Ready?" Beth asked me, standing next to the bathroom door and we used the bathroom pass-thru to get to my room. 

Before Zoey and I became lovers, I barely knew Zoey even though we were suitemates. It felt the same way with Beth, too. I knew Zoey thought Beth's lack of a filter was funny. Beth was the reason everyone in the suite was diligent about turning off their computers before they left the room, turned off all the lights in the room and she was militant about not heating or cooling our rooms if no one was home. I won't lie, Beth intimidated me. Maybe it was because she was tall or loud or so vocal about her urgency that we all needed to do our part to save Mother Earth, I don't know. I felt nervous around and that's not a sensation I often feel. I sat on my bed as she surveyed my room. I noticed a tiny smirk on her face when she noticed the three sex toys propped up on the refrigerator. "Interesting décor," she noted as her smirk turned into a more knowing grin. "Are you and Lindsey more than just roommates?"

"Mostly roommates," I said unsure how else to explain things between us. 

"Well now I'm jealous," Beth said, still smiling. "I think she's hot as hell. You think she would ever let me draw her?"

"Maybe." Her openness surprised me.

"I like all the pillows," she said about my bed. "Those will be great for posing." She pulled out my desk chair, sat in it and began pulling things out of her bag. "Is it okay if I move these?" She was referring to the toys on top of the refrigerator. I nodded and watched as Beth moved them to the side to make room for her pencils and an eraser. "Nice," she said as she picked up Kong. "Can I draw this?" 

"Sure," I said and I think I giggled because I nervous and I giggle a lot when I get nervous and I thought it was funny that she wanted to draw Lindsey's big sex toy. I could see her drawing pad from where I sat and I stared with fascination as she worked. I don't know anything about art or artists or drawing. I watched her make a couple faint, swooping lines and realized those lines were the drooping curve of Kong. She capped off the two lines with a big circle that became Kong's cockhead and I marveled how the toy began to take shape on her drawing board.

Beth kept talking as she worked. She told me how she had spent a summer working as a caricature artist and how she wanted to major in art except her parents wouldn't let her so she was majoring in business and still taking lots of art classes. She explained how working as a caricature artist has made her fast but she wanted to be good, too. I smiled when she said that because I already thought she was good. More importantly, her spending time drawing Lindsey's dildo relaxed me and I began to understand why Zoey liked Beth. She was fun and funny. 

Beth was an all-natural girl and made me think of hippies from back in the day. She had long brown hair that was always shiny and healthy looking. When she started working her hair kept hanging like a curtain over the side of her face until she stopped drawing long enough to twist it into a bun and she stabbed that bun with an extra pencil to keep it in place. She was barefoot, wearing well-worn jeans and a loose fitting smock top that hugged her chest and billowed out from there. I could see her cleavage as she bent over her drawing pad and I tried not to stare. 

She wasn't wearing a bra and I remember wondering if noticing that meant that I was more lesbian than I thought except I think I noticed lots of things about Beth while she drew. I noticed her bony fingers and short fingernails. I noticed the hemp friendship bracelets she wore on both arms and the one around her ankle, too. And she talked a lot with a sort of stream-of-consciousness patter that was sometimes aimed at me and sometimes aimed at her drawing and her comments flew out of her mouth without a filter. "It's too bad that toy doesn't have more veins. I like when a cock has big, bulging veins, don't you?"

"Yeah, those are nice," I said, laughing. "Are you into guys?"

"Oh yeah, I'm bi. I don't care if you're a chick or a dick as long as you're sexy and real. I think I'm going to add a few veins because I think they're sexy. I like to imagine that I can feel them when he's boning me. I know I can't really feel them but it's still nice thinking about it." She drew a snaking line into her drawing that wasn't part of the toy. After a few more pencil strokes and some shading, that snaky line turned into a bulging vein that looked life-like. She talked to the drawing as she worked on it, "Oh, you like that don't you, Mr. Cock. You like being all hard and bulgy like that."

"Kong," I corrected while still wrapping my head around how casually she had expressed her sexuality. "His name is Kong."

"Kong the dong! I love it!" she said with a big smile. I had never picked up on the potential rhyme to his name and I laughed. "So he's your toy? How did Lindsey feel when she first saw him? I bet she was shocked as hell, wasn't she?"

I laughed again because she never gave me a chance to answer her rapid-fire questions as she asked them. "Actually, he belongs to Lindsey and Zoey was the person who tricked Lindsey into showing it to us."

"Wait, Zoey got to tap you, Sam AND Lindsey? That little bitch! Is there anyone she hasn't done?"

"You?" I asked.

"Well, yeah, that's true," Beth said, smiling wistfully. "I asked her if we were going to have sex, like on our second day and she was all weird about it and now she's turning into a little slut." Beth shook her head and I didn't know her well enough to tell if she was mad or dismayed or what. I was glad Beth's version of the story matched Zoey's version because of all the lies Zoey had told when we were with Lindsey the first time. I still felt as if Zoey had tricked Lindsey into saying more than she wanted to say and sometimes I think that's why I was careful around Lindsey. I liked my roommate but I didn't want things to get out of control with her because I knew she had a boyfriend and I wasn't sure about my sexuality at the time and it just didn't feel like a good thing to do. It was sort of why I didn't think it was a good idea for Zoey and me to become roommates, either, because we would have kept having sex until we wore each other out. Like the saying goes, the brightest flames burns fastest. 

Beth added her initials to the bottom of her drawing and turned it around to show it to me. 

"Amazing," I said and I meant it. 

"It's okay," she said, not accepting enough credit for her talent. "I never thought about drawing dildos and that's a good idea. Guys are funny about letting you draw them and the guys they get in the life study classes never get hard. But enough about me, are you ready to get naked?"

"I guess," I said feeling an unexpected bout of butterflies taking flight inside my stomach. I ignored the butterflies and pulled off my clothes while she sharpened pencils and kept up a steady barrage of little questions. She asked if I liked college and where I was from. She asked if I had posed for anyone before and reassured me any drawing she made of me would never go any farther than her portfolio unless I signed a modeling release. Once I was naked, I sat on the edge of my bed and waiting for instructions. Instead of giving any, she began drawing. "Shouldn't I pose or something?"

"You already are," she said holding the big drawing pad on her knee and making broad strokes. "I like to get warmed up with a couple test drawings, is that okay?" I said it was and she kept up her line of patter as she had while drawing the dildo. She talked about how much liked to draw the human form and how she preferred capturing the most intimate moments. Before I knew it, she was holding the pad away from her and looking at it. From the expression on her face, she didn't look happy.

"Can I see?" I asked.

"Sure," she said, turning the pad around and showing me something that looked like me in the face but the body looked like a stick figure with balloons circling around the arms, legs and torso. 

"I don't get it," I said because it didn't look anything like the drawings she had showed me last night at the coffee shop. 

"Sorry," Beth said, moving next to me on the bed. "If you never took an art class, this must look like a mess. See these lines?" She lightly traced the stick figure middle. "That's like a bone structure and these circles get turned into your arms and legs." She drew small sketch marks along one of the legs and I watched as it transformed from stick figure wearing balloons to a real leg. She did the same thing with one arm and stopped. "See here? I got it a bit wrong. Your elbow wasn't sticking out like that." As she sketched in the real lines she corrected her mistake. She added a few lines to the face. It seemed as if she had a difficult time holding her pencil still as she moved from one part of the drawing to another. With each extra stroke, the drawing became more lifelike. "Anyway, you get the idea," she said. She gave me a chance to look at the magic of her pencil before flipping the page. 

She stared at me as she sat on the bed and I squirmed because I felt nervous again. I know my body is okay though I don't think it's great and having a real artist staring at me made me feel self-conscious which is why I think I was startled by what she said next. "You're absolutely beautiful," she said as she used the unsharpened end of her pencil to push my hair over my shoulder. 




Zoey and Me Ch. 08



"No I'm not," I said, feeling the heat of a blush on my cheeks. "I'm plain."

"No, you're real," she said putting her pencil to work on her pad and chatting while she drew. It felt like half of a lecture, like the ones she would give about saving the Earth, but I liked what she said. Everything she said was "girl-power!" and I liked hearing it. She sketched for a bit longer before turning around her pad and showing me a close-up sketch of my breasts. The drawing included my collarbone and a bit of my shoulder, but otherwise, it was a very accurate sketch of my tits. "I've got to know, are nipples hard right now?"

"I don't think so," I said, pinching the one closest to her. "Not really," I reported.

"They're beautiful," she said and I saw a twinkle of appreciation in her eyes as she licked her lips. It was easy to guess what she was thinking and if she had leaned over to lick one, I think I would have let her do it. Instead, she glanced down my body and looked between my legs. "I like that you're mostly shaved. Would be okay if I do a drawing like this, but of her?" It took me a moment to realize what she meant when she said "her." She was talking about my pussy and I laughed as I worked it out. It made sense to refer to pussy as a "her."

"Sure," I said, glancing behind me and wondering how I should position myself. "Should I lean back or something?"

"Yeah, leaning back would be good. You don't mind opening your legs for me, do you?" I didn't, I mean, it's why we were there, wasn't it? "And maybe you can put a finger down there, too?" 

"Like this?" I asked, resting my finger along the side of labia.

"Yeah, that's good," she said, already sketching. "Fingers are always so challenging to get right." She kept looking back and forth and that's when I started getting excited. I was reminded of when Zoey and I spent time inspecting each other. There had been more touching between Zoey and me, but it felt similar and I started getting excited. I wondered if it showed, but how could I be sure? I wasn't staring at my pussy, she was. "Most of the girls I draw don't shave," she said as she worked.

"What about you?" I asked, remembering how Katie had told me Beth didn't shave her legs, underarms or her pussy.

"Yes," she said as if it was funny question. She glanced up for a moment, really staring at my pussy before going back to work on sketch. "Actually, I stopped shaving this past summer. I don't know why, I just did. You should have seen me when I first moved into the dorms." I had seen her, but I hadn't noticed her intimate hygiene. "I had furry legs, furry underarms and she was completely natural." I giggled because I knew by "she" she meant her pussy. "I had this fantasy that I would go completely bohemian artist as soon as I got to college."

"What happened?"

"I met a guy. He wasn't anyone special, just an easy hook-up." I know what she meant. Most of the girls I knew had found a guy in their first week for their first real college sex. "When we got in bed, let's just say, he didn't share my enthusiasm for the full bohemian artist look." She stared again at my pussy before drawing a bit more. I thought it was interesting how she talked more when her pencil was in motion. "The funny part was that he was shaved, not just his balls, but everywhere down there." She said how strange it felt being the hairy one when he wasn't. "So ever since, I'm gone completely bald from the neck down."

"Zoey is shaved, too," I said, I don't know why. "And she's tanned, everywhere." Beth asked about Lindsey. "Like me, only a bit wider." I volunteered how Sam was groomed, too and Beth volunteered how her lesbian friends were usually furry. I asked if she had a lot of lesbian friends.

"Friends? Yes. Lovers? No. Most of them are full lesbians and they don't trust us bi girls." I remember feeling glad that she included me as a bi-girl instead of assuming I was a lesbian. She was quiet as she compared real life to her drawing for a moment. "I haven't been with a girl since I started college. I always thought my roommate and I would . . . Well, have an arrangement like I guess you and Lindsey do." She shrugged and decided she was done with her drawing. She handed me her sketchbook and I stared at her drawing with wide eyes. Even though it was me, it was a part I had never seen from her perspective.

"It's beautiful," I said, noticing how the drawing seemed to suggest sex without showing it. 

"You're beautiful," she said as she got up from the bed and moved back to the chair. She re-sharpened her pencil and checked the points on a couple others. She held out her hand and I returned her sketchbook. She flipped the page and smiled at me. "Ready to show me how beautiful you can be?" 

I swallowed hard and wondered if everything up until now had been a seduction of sorts. I thought about the drawings she had shown me last night, they were explicit and left no doubt about what the girl in the drawing was doing and now it was my turn to be one of those girls. "How do you want me to be?" I asked. I felt both nervous and excited.

"You can stay like that if want," she said, tilting her head to one side as if it gave her a different perspective. "Maybe you can play with yourself, too?" I nodded and experimented with slipping a finger over my pussy. It wasn't very different than what I had just done. I didn't rub my pussy or stick a finger inside of it, I just touched the shaved part almost as if I was checking to see if I needed to shave again. Across from me, Beth was already drawing. "Maybe you can touch your breasts, too?" she suggested. I nodded and crossed my arm across my chest so I could play with my favorite nipple. 

"Is this okay?" I asked, afraid I might be blocking her view or doing something wrong.

"If it feels good to you, it's fine for me," she said with an easy smile as her pencil kept moving across the page I couldn't see. "Maybe you can straighten out that leg and bend the other one?" I bent the leg farthest away from her and straightened out the one closest to her. "Yeah, that's good and don't be afraid to go for it." I wasn't sure what she meant by that but I slid my finger from being on top of my pussy and touched between my lips. I felt warm and moist and knew it wouldn't take much for that to change into hot and wet. "Mm, that's good," Beth said. "Is that how you usually do it?"

"I usually use two fingers," I said without doing it.

"Show me," she said, holding her pad with both hands as she watched. 

"Sort of like this," I said, feeling my face heating up as I blushed while pressing two fingers over my clit and rubbing in the small circle that always felt best. As if I was on auto-pilot, I squeezed my nipple a bit harder and that felt good. 

"Can you keep doing that?" she asked in a soft, gentle and encouraging voice. "That looks really good." I nodded and kept going as she began drawing again. Her drawing hand looked as if she was making large, sweeping motions and I wished I could see over her shoulder as she drew because I was curious about the process. Was she drawing the stick figure me? Maybe she was adding the balloon shapes around the stick figure? "I want you to feel free to get really excited," she said as she drew. "It's okay to let yourself go because that's what I want to capture. I think a woman looks beautiful when she's excited, don't you?" 

I think I mumbled a yes to her though I can't be sure because Beth kept talking while she drew like she did before only this time her constant conversation was about how pretty I looked. If I didn't say, "yes" to that question, I surely said, "yes" to some of her other little questions because there so many of them and "yes" was the best answer to all of her questions.

"Doesn't it feel good to get excited?" she asked as she drew. "I love touching myself. I do it every night before I go sleep and I've done it like that for years. I don't care if I had sex that day or not because when I lay down to go to sleep it an orgasm just feels like the perfect way to end a day." She laughed a bit. "It's a good way to start a day, too and that's what I like to do if I'm with a lover, I like to wake him or her up with an orgasm and I'm always hoping they are going to do the same thing to me because I don't think we can ever have enough orgasm, you know?"

"Right," I sighed because saying "yes" to all of her little questions felt repetitive. I kept rubbing my clit in a slow, tight circle as she talked and drew. I went slowly because I wasn't sure if I was supposed to have an orgasm or not so instead of having an orgasm I was working myself up into a more and more excited state. I was so wet that if I started moving my fingers any faster I would make that wet, juicy sort of sound of really being excited because that's how I felt. 

Beth kept her dialog personal and she was both intimate and funny at times with her questions and statements. "I love how I can have more than one orgasm at a time, are you like that?" I said I was and she smiled. "It's how I know the goddess is a woman and how I know she loves us best because she gave us the ability to be multi-orgasmic. Have you ever had multiples?" It was one of the few "no" answers she solicited from me. "Damn, I might need to have a conversation with Lindsey or whoever because they don't know what they're doing if they don't know how to do that to you." She kept drawing and I wondered if she knew how much she was torturing me. I was so excited and in so much need and yet I couldn't be sure I was allowed to have an orgasm and I didn't want to ruin her drawing by changing position.

"Is it okay if I move my hand a little differently?" I asked.

"You do whatever feels best for you because your most important right now." 

I don't usually finger my pussy when I'm masturbating. Usually I'm all about my clit and nothing more. Sometimes, if I'm having a day when I'm really into getting off as many times as I can, I'll mix it up and finger myself or find something to put inside of me, but otherwise I just rub my clit and that's enough to get me off. Except I was getting too excited and if I kept rubbing my clit I was going to have to have an orgasm so I moved my hand farther down and eased my two wet fingers inside of "her" and that felt really good, too. I squirmed and fingered myself deeper before catching myself. "Sorry," I mumbled, again afraid I was ruining her drawing.

"You're close, aren't you?" Beth said with a whimsical smile. "You're allowed to get off if you want. Is that what you want to do?" I nodded, unable to bring myself to saying anything. "Do it, Katie. Come for me. Come for yourself. Get yourself off, sweetie. I want to see it. I want to see you happy."

I don't know how many different ways Beth gave me permission to do what I wanted most to do, but it helped. I felt safe and welcomed to do what my body craved. I clutched again at my clit, pressed harder against it and gave myself those last few, finishing caresses I needed the most. I felt like how Lindsey sounded as my orgasm overtook me and I tried to stop myself from crying out as if I was Sam. I didn't quite repeat Lindsey's chants of "Oh! Oh! Oh!" but I think I did my own version of that as I bit my lips, shivered, shook and rode my two fingers to a deep orgasm. 

"That was so hot," Beth cooed. "The goddess would be proud of that orgasm." I had to giggle when she referred to "the goddess" because it was as funny as when she told me God must be a woman. "Didn't that feel good?" she said, still drawing. "I like that you can have an orgasm and laugh afterwards because it's always about being happy and being happy is never bad." She worked a bit longer on her sketch before asking if I wanted to see it. "It's not done, but it's done enough for me to finish later." 

She turned her pad around and I gasped when I looked at it. There was no mistaking that it was me or what I was doing in the drawing. I was masturbating as plain as if she had taken a photograph of me doing it. I saw the expression on my face and realized she had somehow captured the peaceful joy of a woman pleasuring herself. "I love it," I said, embarrassed and thrilled at the same time with the intimacy she had captured. 

"It's still rough," she said using the tip of her pencil to point out flaws she could see. "I have a lot of shading to do and I'm not happy with this section through here, but I can clean that up as I go along. I thought you looked hotter when you had your fingers inside so I'm going to change that part. But do you really like it?"

"I love it," I said and I don't know how I could have been more sincere. Beth's face lit up with my praise.

"You're hot as fuck when you're doing that. Thank you," she said. I asked if we done because I didn't want us to be. Posing for Beth was exciting and if she wanted to keep drawing, I was willing to keep posing. "Maybe we can do something different this time?" she asked, trading her pencil for a new, sharp one. I saw had she was glancing at Kong. She picked him up. "Maybe with this or would that be too much?" I started to ask if my face had to be in the drawing and realized that wasn't my call to make. She was the artist and I was just the model. 

"If you want," I said as an excited thrill slid through me. Was I really willing to do this? I already knew the answer to that question before the question ever occurred to me but asking it still sent a shiver through me in the best ways possible. I knew I would do it and if I'm being honest I would have to admit that I think part of me wanted to do it for her. "Should I just lay here with it?" I asked, putting Kong between my legs but not inside of me yet. 

"You know what would look really hot?" Beth asked. "How about if you put him on the bed and sort of straddle him as if you're riding him." It took a second for me to catch up with her vision and when I did, I knelt on my bed, facing her and propped Kong up in front of me. 

"Like this?" I asked. Kong was so long he nearly reached my belly button those I guess it also depended on how far apart I had my knees.

"Fuck he's big," Beth giggled and there was something very sexy and naughty about that sound. "But yeah, like that, only with him inside of you. Is that okay?" I gave her a nod and positioned Kong between my legs. I eased down on top of him, realized his balls were between my legs and I spun him around. "Does that feel good?" Beth asked and I wasn't sure if she was asking from a sexual point of view or from a comfortable pose point of view. Fortunately either question deserved the same answer.

"Yes," I said though my answer came out as more of a hoarse whisper as my body welcomed Kong's presence inside my pussy. "What else should I do?"

"Whatever feels best," she said. She had flipped the page of her big sketchpad and was already working her pencil across it. "I'm serious, enjoy yourself, because that's what I like to see."

"Uh-huh," I said, giggling a bit. "I bet you do." Beth giggled again and it looked as if she blushed a bit. Was this getting to her? 

"Stop or you'll get me excited too," she said with a smile as she squirmed in her chair and confirmed my suspicions. I was glad she was getting excited but worried it might affect her art.

"Do you draw better or worse when you're excited?"

"Better," she said, still working. "You don't want to know what I do while I'm finishing my drawings." I assured her I most certainly did want to know. The faint blush I detected earlier grew a bit deeper and she squirmed again. Was that from excitement or nerves? I didn't know. She drew stared at my body for a long moment and didn't start talking again until her pencil began working on the paper. "I think it helps if I get really excited when I'm finishing my drawings, you know, because of the subject matter. I think it helps if I'm feeling the same way my models did while posing."

"Is it okay if I move?" I asked. Kneeling with Kong inside my pussy was hot but it felt funny, too. 

"All you want," she said. I experimented with moving up and down a few times and that felt better but it was difficult to do from a kneeling position. "That's hot," she said.

"Yeah, but it's hard to do. Hold a sec, okay?" I leaned forward, rested my hand on the bed and was able to move up and down as if I was going cowgirl style on a boyfriend. That felt really good.

"Keep doing that!" Beth said, quickly flipping her page and making fast strokes with her pencil. "That's really hot. Can you maybe look up while you do that?"

"Like this?" I asked, unsure of what she could see or how it looked.

"Yeah, that's really good. Does it feel good?"

"Yes," I sighed because it did feel good. Kong was a heavy dildo and when I moved my hips up, he would stick inside my pussy for just a moment before gravity would pull him back to the mattress. If my muscles contracted, I would have to wait longer before he slipped out and I could squat down on him again. I did that a few more times before it got annoying. Kong felt good inside my pussy and I wanted to ride him. I put a hand in front of me, holding him on the bed as I fucked.

"Can you do that from behind?" Beth asked. I nodded, unsure if I could or not. I wrapped my hand behind me and held Kong down as I fucked him. It occurred to me how Beth could see everything that was happening while she drew. "Keep doing that," she insisted, squirming whenever she stared at me and holding herself still whenever she was drawing. "So hot," she said and I wasn't sure if she was talking to me, herself or her drawing. "Fuck I love that toy and you look so good. I love those titties of yours." Beth stopped and looked up at me with a shocked looked on her face. "I'm so sorry! I'm getting carried away, aren't I?"

"I like it," I said, smiling and caressing my chest. "Tell me again about my titties." I couldn't help giggling because I don't believe I had ever used that word before that moment. Tits? Boobs? Breasts? Of course, but "titties?" I think not, LOL. Still, it was fun and in keeping with the moment. "Keep talking dirty and you'll make me climax." I wasn't sure if I said that as a threat or a promise. 

"I can get really dirty," she said, working on the drawing as she spoke and I remember thinking that when she was looking at her drawing she was sort of hiding behind it, too. Maybe that was why it was easier for her to talk, too? "That's what I do when I'm finished my drawings. I talk to them and I have a whole inner dialog that goes on between the drawing and me. It can get pretty rough." She looked up at me for a moment and I had three words for her. 

"Go for it."

She went back to work before asking, "Is it okay if I call you a nasty bitch?" I said it was. She canted her head to one side as she stared at her drawing and worked. "A nasty, dirty, slutty bitch." I moaned, doing what I could to encourage her without interrupting. "A nasty slut who looks so sexy with that big, fat toy inside her pussy. You like that, don't you? You like that big toy deep inside your hot little pussy, don't you bitch?" She glanced over her sketchpad and kept going with both her drawing and her narrative. "Fucking fat fuck toys like a little slutty bitch. Pulling on those long fat nipples of yours . . ." She stopped talking while she stared at me again. "Am I going too far?" she asked, tilting her head right and left as she studied me.

"No," I gasped, still moving up and down on the fat toy inside my pussy. "It's hot. It's really hot. Please don't stop." 

When she went back to work on her drawing her dialog resumed, too. "Fucking that hot pussy of yours like a little slut. Just another horny little bitch in so much need, needing that cock, needed that cock deep inside her pussy like all little sluts." She was driving me crazy and I wondered if she was talking to me or the drawing. The harder she worked, the less she glanced up at me and more she talked to her drawing. It became clear she was talking to herself or her drawing and not me but that didn't make the impact of her words any less exciting for me. "So fucking pretty with your curly hair and little nose and these tiny little titties that look so fucking good. I want to nibble on your nipples. I want to suck on them and feel them between my lips and bat them back and forth with my tongue. You'd like that, little Katie, wouldn't you? Do you think I can suck on your tittes better than Zoey? I bet I can. I can make it so you don't need that big dick anymore, but we'll still play with it. Oh yes, girlfriend, we'll play with that big, fat toy you love riding, won't we? We'll fuck it and suck it together, won't we? And then I'm going to kiss that pretty pussy of yours. I'm going to eat that pussy so good . . ." 




Zoey and Me Ch. 08



Beth suddenly stopped, turned bright red and looked up at me with a shocked look on her face. "Shit, I'm sorry!" she gasped.

"Keep going," I said, riding Kong harder and faster than ever. I abandoned my tits and rubbed my clit. "Dammit, say something, anything," I begged.

"Fuck?" Beth said without drawing. "Fuck it. Fuck it good?" It wasn't the same but it was too late for me and my body. My moment had arrived and I came. The moment my climax began, Beth's passion as an artist returned. She hurriedly began drawing and talking. "Yes, come for me. Come hard for me, Katie. Come all over that fucking fuck stick in your pussy. Come and keep coming for me you dirty little slut."

I was shaking from the intensity of my orgasm, my legs were quivering but I didn't want to pull away or change my position because Beth was still drawing. I couldn't touch my clit. Every stroke I made up and down that stupid toy was exquisite torture for me. I grabbed at one of my nipples, pinching, pulling and squeezing it harder than ever. The sharp sting of my fingers reminded me of how Sam had bit at my nipples with such knowing skill. I moaned, desperate to stop yet unwilling to interfere with Beth's artistic quest. I know she kept talking, to me, to her drawing, to herself? None of it matter because I could barely hear her words. I heard swear words. I heard her saying "fuck" and "slut" and "bitch" over and over as if she had Tourette syndrome. I heard her saying "pussy," "tit," "titties" and "nipples." Along with "cock" and "dildo" and "fuck stick." 

It sounded as if she had multiple story threads going on at the same time. In one thread I was doing exactly what I was doing, I was playing with Kong in front of her and enjoying an orgasm. In another she was apparently making love to me or wishing she could. In still another thread she mentioned Zoey, Sam and Lindsey, as if they were luckier than her because they each had a chance to make love to me while she didn't. 

I don't know how much longer I held my pose. Part of me feels as if I stayed kneeling with that big toy inside of me for another twenty minutes before I gave up. Another part of me thinks that only a few seconds had passed before I couldn't take it anymore. I remember how my legs were quivering, how I was abusing my nipple and how I fought to hold my position. I couldn't do it. I collapsed on my bed, pulled the damning toy from my pussy and laid clutching myself as my fingers rubbed at my aching clit. I remember climaxing again with a smaller orgasm that felt like an echo of the orgasm I had just experienced. Was it an echo or an extension of it? None of it seemed to matter as much as the warm feeling of joy and happiness I felt. 

Beth's voice had gotten softer. I saw her lips moving for a bit before she held them tightly closed in a thin strip. Finally she stopped and looked at me as if she was leaving a fugue-like state. She was breathing heavy and I saw a bead of sweat on her forehead. "Wow, that was intense," she said, holding her sketchpad at the edge of her knees and making small adjustments with her pencil. She shook her head like a sleepy person fending off sleep in class might do. She took another deep breath. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," I purred. In truth? I felt heavenly. "How about you? It looked as if you got lost for a while."

"It felt like, too," she said, squirming as she looked at her drawing. "I don't think I need to do that again." I asked what she meant. "Talk like that while I'm in front of a model. I said bad things, didn't I?"

"You said hot things," I said, giving her a warm smile as I watched her. It slowly dawned on me that Beth wasn't sure what she had said. I asked her.

"Not really," she said, looking away from me as if she was ashamed.

I sat up and scooted to the edge of my bed. I held out my hand for her sketchpad. "Show me," I said.

"It's not done," she said, holding it closer to her chest. 

"I don't care," I said, hoping I wasn't violating some unspoken arrangement between a model and her artist. She had shown me her other drawings, so I didn't feel wrong asking to see this one, too. She passed the pad to me and I fell speechless for a moment as I stared at her work. Again, there was no mistaking that it was me. She had captured my face with near photo-like realism and I looked as if I was having an orgasm. My eyes were tightly shut, my head was tilted back and it looked as if she had captured me in the middle of an orgasmic contraction. I saw my fingers around the base of Kong and how I was gripping my nipple so tightly. As I remembered my orgasm, I wasn't holding my nipple as I came, I was rubbing my clit because I had needed the extra stroke. My guess was that she had already captured my hand on my chest and left it there as she made the other adjustments. The final thought I had was how complete this drawing looked compared to the first one she had shown me. If I looked closely, I could still see the stick figure wearing balloons of her beginning, but deeper, darker lines stood out defining the real drawing. 

Instead of handing her back the sketchpad, I stood up, crossed to her and kissed her on the lips. 

"It's beautiful," I said and I felt a tear in the corner of my eye. I caressed the side of her face and kissed her again. "You're beautiful," I said because she had to be a beautiful person to hold on to a gift as strong as her drawing skill. I gave her back her pad, stood behind her and leaned over her shoulder as she considered it again. "You were making love to me as you drew that, weren't you?" 

"Yes," she admitted in a quiet voice. "I'm always making love to models when I draw."

I slipped my hand over her shoulder and inside her peasant shirt top. My hand cupped her breast as I asked, "Only when you draw?" She put her hand on top of mine but didn't pull my hand away. Instead, she held it there as my fingers found her nipple. I don't know if I made her nipple hard or if it was like that before my fingers found it. It didn't matter. 

"Are you sure?" she asked, looking backwards and up at me. I kissed her lips.

"Are you?" I asked hoping she wouldn't say "no." She reached over shoulder and caressed my chest.

"Can we eat first?" she asked, still holding my hand against her tit and caressing my nipple with her other hand. I blinked, surprised. "I'm really hungry," she said and I started laughing as I realized she was serious. "I so sorry, but I skipped breakfast this morning and, well, you know how things are on weekends at the cafeteria." Still laughing, I glanced at my clock as saw it was nearly twelve-thirty. We had half an hour before the cafeteria would close until four. 

"Deal," I said and I kissed her again. When I felt her tongue against my lips, I was sure she wasn't going to renege on our deal.



Zoey and Me Ch. 09



Writing these stories is harder than I ever thought it would be even though it's fun and hot, it's really hard, too. I kept a diary back then which has helped but not a lot because I was always afraid of my diary being found so I didn't write about the really explicit stuff that happen just the basics of things and I always left out the sex in case it was found. I didn't mean to tell the entire story about how things went except that's sort of how it's going now and I'm not sure how much more I can do but I'll do my best. Thank you for nice comments because they really encourage me to keep going!





Beth's request for lunch first took the edge away from being in the heat of the moment and I respected her decision. Was I interested in Beth? Yes. In fact, I was more interested in her now than before and I wondered how she and Zoey had stayed roommates without something happening. I'm going to skip ahead a bit because I don't think I need to tell the whole story about Beth and me going to lunch even though we saw Sam there, too. Seeing Samantha was confusing because I wasn't sure how she felt about me. It was easy for me to paint Sam as a villain and assume she had stolen Zoey from me except Zoey and me were so insistent that we didn't want to be girlfriends. Beth's idea that Zoey had used me as a way to meet Sam fitted the facts but didn't feel right to me. 

I had never thought about having sex with a woman before college. I love guys and I had been with more than a couple and I wanted to be with guys, again. At the same time, I knew being with guys had consequences and Mom was taking care of my precious little "consequence." I am a very sexual person and I guess I always have been and I did a lot of things long before I can admit doing any of those things. Sorry, I guess I'm getting off track, but I'm trying to explain why things happened the way they did. You see, making love with Zoey the first time was fun and scary and intense. In a way I felt as if I had met a soulmate or something because Zoey felt as sexual as I was. What I think I didn't understand was how much Zoey wanted to have sex with girls. Zoey had dreamt and fantasized about being with girls a lot before college ever started and she seemed to have this idea that college was the place to do that as often as she could and some of that seemed to rub off on me in the very beginning.

Drawing Samantha into our mix had felt like a logical extension of where Zoey and I were in our minds. It felt as if we were discoverers who had discovered something new when we found each other. Those times I had sex with Eric and then Eric and Terrance, those times had reassured me I still like guys and empowered me to enjoy what was happening on a different level. 

When I really think hard and put myself back into the mental space of those times with Zoey and me and everyone else, Lindsey felt like the odd person out. That's the funny thing about sex, once you've done it with someone you can't undo it with them. I know I've been calling these stories "Zoey and Me" and that still makes sense to me but sometimes I think I could have made the title "Lindsey and Me" because I learned a lot about myself and sex from being with Lindsey. That wouldn't have worked because I would have never had sex with Lindsey if it hadn't been for Zoey, so I guess "Zoey and Me" is the better title. Lindsey remains interesting to me on lots of different levels and I know one of the ways I felt at the time was that Lindsey was "safe" because I knew she had a boyfriend she cared about and I didn't think she and I were going to fall in love or anything. In some ways, I guess Lindsey was the relationship I thought I had with Zoey except things with Zoey had gotten messed up once Samantha came along.

When Beth and I saw Samantha at lunch it made sense to think of Sam as Zoey's girlfriend and be friendly to her on that level even if I missed being with Zoey. Maybe it's one of those things like how most girls never forget the guy who took their virginity and that was how I felt about Zoey? I don't know, I only knew I missed her and Sam was the reason why Zoey and I weren't together. I think part of the problem was that I didn't know Samantha well enough. Sex with Sam felt like sex with Eric or Eric and Terrence, as if it had been a fling and I didn't spend a lot of time thinking about Eric or Terrence.

The funny thing about Beth was how she didn't seem to know what she had said while she was drawing. I know I described it earlier as a fugue-like state and either that's accurate or she was a damn good liar and I don't believe she was lying to me. As we went to lunch she asked me about what kinds of things she had been saying. "I know I get really dirty in my mind when I'm drawing, at least I do inside my mind. And sometimes I guess I talk to my drawings, too, but I'm never listening to what I say. Was it really bad?" I assured her it was and she wanted to know what she had said. I repeated a couple lines as best as I could remember them. "I did not!" she squealed, blushing and laughing at the same time. "Oh fuck, I'm bad."

"You're a nasty, dirty, little slut," I said, using some of words back at her and we laughed again. We started talking about her art and her process. She explained how getting excited helped her capture the moment. When we made it back to my room, it felt as if we were going back to my place after a second date when things had gone too far on the first date and we weren't sure how to move forward. 

I asked if she had a lot of drawings in her sketchpad, if I could see them and we sat side-by-side on my bed as she flipped through her pages. There were a few pages from her life studies art class and while those models were nude, too, they were the least interesting of the drawings. The first interesting drawing was of a girl who often joined her Save the Earth rallies. She was a little overweight, had an odd, rather boyish haircut and wasn't groomed between her legs at all. Still, Beth had captured the moment of release for the woman. "She's really gay," Beth laughed. "I wanted to draw her girlfriend, but she wouldn't let me." We looked through a several more finished drawings of different women, each of them caught in that moment of release and each of them touching themselves very intimately. Beauty is a relative thing and I don't want to be mean so I'll say it like this: I was more attracted to some women than others. 

I asked the obvious questions. Was it difficult for her to find models? (Sometimes.) How did it feel being in the room with them while they were masturbating? (Mostly very hot.) It was when I asked if she ever had sex with her models that her answer surprised me. "No," she said. I asked why not and she shrugged. "Because I'm usually sitting across from them and they just had an orgasm and, well, you know." I wasn't sure that I did know. She smiled and blushed a bit as she said, "I have a lot of sex with them while I'm finishing their drawings." 

"But you have had sex with another girl, right?" I asked. 

"Oh yeah," she laughed. "Well, not since I started college, but back home I did. I had a lot of sex with girls, well women." She went on to explain how she had met this attractive, older woman at a rally who had seduced her. She explained how the woman would take her to parties and get her into clubs even though she was under the legal drinking age and would show her off. "I think I know how it feels to be a trophy wife," she said. I asked about boys and she shrugged. "I like guys okay. I've been with a couple and they're nice in manly sort of way." That wasn't how I felt about boys then or now but it was okay for her to say that. "What about you?" she asked and that started a conversation I didn't know I had in me and it was an important conversation because I think it set me straight about several things.

I told Beth everything and a lot of it she either knew or had guessed but I put it all in order for her. I told her how Zoey and I had hooked up, how Zoey had been my first girl and how I had really liked it. I told her about Eric and then Zoey again and how Sam came into the picture. Then Eric and Terrence happened which seemed to surprise Beth because she asked, "So you really like guys that much?" I said that I did and how I didn't think I could live without dick in my life. Then I added that I couldn't imagine living my life without pussy, either. I told her how Zoey and I had seduced Lindsey and the fourway we had. "Fuck, that's hot," Beth said. I didn't go into details like I'm doing in these stories, I just told her how we had sex. I mentioned some of the butt play that had gone on but I didn't go into details about how Zoey and Sam were both really into that part of things. 

"Then I went home for the weekend to see my baby and when I came back, Zoey and Sam were sort of a thing and that's sort of that," I finished. She asked about Eric and I laughed because I think I had scared Eric away when I did him and his roommate at the same time. She asked about Lindsey and I explained how we were just messing around a bit but that was all. She said she thought Lindsey was a sub and I wasn't sure what that meant until she described it and it seemed to fit. Then she asked what it would mean if we had sex, meaning me and her. "Does it have to mean anything?" I asked. "Can't we just do it because we both want to do it?"

"Like with you and Lindsey?" she asked. "Except you and me?" I nodded, afraid I might have said something wrong. "Does everyone else have to know we did it?" she asked. I shook my head, they didn't and she laughed. "Wait, I think I said that wrong. What I meant was, is it okay if everyone else knows we did it?"

"You want them to know?" I asked, surprised by her real meaning.

"If we do it, I don't want them to not know we did it," she said, which was confusing and it took me a moment to catch up with her. "I'm not saying we need to put up a sign or do it in front of them or with them or anything. I just don't want there to be any drama, okay?" I nodded although I was unsure how we would tell everyone without it becoming a big deal. "And we can do it just for fun, right? I mean, it doesn't have to mean anything, does it?"

"Like with me and Lindsey," I said, repeating her description because it felt right. 

"Except I'm not a sub like Lindsey and you have to let Lindsey know we did it."

"Okay," I said. I doubted Lindsey would care and I was glad Beth didn't want secrets between us and our roommates. During our conversation, she had laid her sketchpad on her lap. She leaned over and placed it on the chair in front of us before tucking a lock of my hair behind my right ear.

"Thank you for allowing me to draw you," she said and she kissed my lips. I kissed her back but held back a bit, too. I didn't want to overwhelm her. We kissed again without tongues or hands moving across each other's bodies.

"It was sexy hearing you while you were drawing," I said, leaning forward to take another kiss.

"I have a dirty mind," she said, kissing me this time.

"And I'm a dirty girl," I said. "A dirty, slutty little bitch." She giggled until I kissed her and our tongues touched for the first time. "Do you like that I'm a dirty little slut?" I asked between our kisses and her mouth was open for the next kiss, too.

"Tell me what makes you a dirty slut," she asked between our kisses.

"I love to fuck and suck," I said, peppering her with kisses. "I like kissing girls and feeling them kissing me. I like when they play with my titties."

"Like this?" Beth asked, running her hand across my chest for her first time. 

"Yes," I gasped. "And I like when a girl plays with my nipples, too."

Beth pushed her hand inside my shirt and clutched at my nipples. "You mean this long, fat, hard nipples?"

"Yes," I moaned. "I like to have them pulled and pinched and bit."

"Because you're a slut, right?"

"A whore," I said. "A fucking bitch who needs to be used."

"I'm so fucking wet," Beth said, squirming next to me.

"Are you a slut, too?" I asked. 

"Yes," she gasped and opened her legs wide. I grabbed at her pussy and received a flood of filth from her. "I'm a fucking whore slut who needs her pussy fingered." 

We kept going in much the same way, calling each other names and describing what we wanted to do, what we were doing and what we were going to do. We called each other bitch, slut and whore more often than I can count. We groaned about our tits, titties, boobs and nipples as we groped, licked, sucked and bit at each other. As Beth had promised, her pussy was shaved completely bare and she tasted wonderful. I came again and again but regardless of how wonderful my orgasms felt they paled next to Beth's ability to be multi-orgasmic. Her orgasms would arrive in a heated stream of climaxes that would go on for minutes at a time before she would beg me to stop. She even taught me how to get better at keeping her orgasms arriving one after the other by fingering her pussy in just the right way as I when down on her. I understand now that I was massaging her g-spot and I've learned since then that it has different value for different women. For Beth? It felt magical and I loved the control it gave over her. 

We spent hours in my bed teasing and pleasing each other with few breaks for cuddling, kissing or soft words. There was a rawness having sex with Beth that felt different than sex with Lindsey, Zoey or Sam. With them, there was a sense of desperate urgency about sex and building quickly to intense orgasms. With Beth, it was more about building on what already felt good and keeping that sensation going without stopping and it became intense is a different way. I'm not an athlete but in my mind I've often thought sex with the other girls felt like a series of short races while sex with Beth felt like running a marathon and I absolutely loved it. 

It was very late in the afternoon before our lovemaking finally slowed and we laid side-by-side wearing nothing more than satisfied grins. "You have a dirty, filthy mouth," Beth said, running her hand over my sweaty chest. 

"Me? You're the slutty bitch in the room," I giggled, kissing her.

"Dinner is starting," she pointed out and I saw that it was just after four. Food sounded like a good idea. "We can take one together and conserve water."

"Well, if it helps save Mother Earth, then I think we should," I laughed. I didn't need the extra reason and I don't think she did, either. 

On the way to the bathroom, I grabbed a towel and offered her one my extra ones. "I've got towels," she said as she opened the door to her room and walked into naked and probably looking as sexually ravaged as I felt. After weeks of mostly respecting that door, it felt odd for her to just walk into her room as if nothing was going on, but why wouldn't she? After all, it was her room and since it was the dinner hours there was little chance that she would be interrupting Zoey and Sam. "Your ex-girlfriend's a real slut," she told Zoey as she grabbed a towel from her hallway closet.

"You did her?" Zoey asked.

"I'm not sure if I did her or she did me, but it was damn good," Beth said. She left the door open as she joined me in the bathroom, started the shower and held back the curtain for me to join her. 

Our shower didn't last long though it did include soaping each other's bodies. Afterwards, Beth went to her room to dress and I went back to mine. I wanted to be a fly on the wall to hear the conversation she had with Zoey. Instead, I only heard Zoey repeating her usual line, "We were never girlfriends." 

On the way to dinner, Beth asked me a leading question, "Does eating pussy make someone a lesbian?"

"I guess," I said. "Especially if you liked it and want to do it again."

"Okay, but you like sucking dick, too, right?" she asked. I nodded. "And none of the hardcore lesbians I know would ever do that, so what's that make you?"

"A slut?" I offered with a giggle and a smile because I was unsure where she was going with the conversation.

Beth laughed at my answer. "Fair enough." Our conversation was suspended while we worked the cafeteria line. At the cash register, Sam noticed we both had wet hair. "That's because we took a shower together," Beth told her.

"We were pretty sweaty after having sex all afternoon," I added. 

"Sounds like what I did with Zoey," Sam said.

"Yeah, probably not," I said since I knew what it was like to have sex with all three of the women in question and Beth was unique.

As we ate, Beth revisited the question she had asked earlier about what made someone straight or gay. I told as long I still liked dick better, I thought of myself as straight. She thought about it for a moment and said, "Then I guess I'm gay?" We talked in circles about labels and what they meant without coming to a conclusion. It was a fun conversation. Beth's experiences with "real" lesbians shaded her answers because the "real" lesbians she knew wouldn't consider a woman who liked the occasional dick a lesbian. It wasn't the first time I had questioned my sexuality but it may have been one of the last. The attitude of her lesbian girlfriends similar to the one I would experience later when I started dating my husband. Because my husband goes both ways, he's often branded as gay even though he loves pussy much more.

"Maybe we can just be people, you know?" I asked and Beth liked that answer best, too. 

We went back to the dorm. Beth collected her drawing supplies and clothes from my room. I wasn't expecting a repeat performance. I washed Kong, put him away and logged into my computer when there was a knock on the open bathroom door. It was Zoey.

"Hey stranger," I said. She asked if we could talk and I rolled back from desk. Zoey sat on my bed.

"Did you have fun this afternoon?" she asked with a knowing smirk.

"Yeah, I like Beth. She's fun." I was glad Zoey didn't ask if Beth was better than her or who I liked better because that feels so much like high school drama. "How are things with Sam?"

"Why does everyone act as if we're a couple?" Zoey asked, rolling her eyes.

"Because you've been joined at the hip? Have you seen the way she looks at me?" I asked. Zoey shook her head and looked confused. "Oh please, she looks at me as if I'm the enemy."

"At least I'm not being a slut," Zoey said. 

"You're right, I'm a nasty, dirty slut," I giggled, thinking about Beth. "I like eating pussy and sucking dick and getting fucked up the ass." That last part got Zoey's attention. 

"Oh really?" she asked.

"Guess you missed meeting my new toy," I said, nodding at the refrigerator where Kong was flanked by a ruby red and a bright blue butt plug. "Lindsey bought that for me."

"So the two of you are a couple now?" 

"Not really. We're just having fun." 

"Guess you'll find out when she comes home and finds out about Beth," Zoey said, standing. "Guess I'll go eat."

"Tell Sam I said hi," I said. Zoey stopped and stared at me. "I'm serious," I said. "I'm not mad at her or you."

"Maybe I should bring her back to your room after dinner," she suggested and I wasn't sure if she was serious or not.

"If you want," I said, unsure how I felt about the idea.

"Maybe I will," she said, giving me a real smile before she left. I turned back to my computer and it was after seven before I went into the bathroom because I had to pee. I saw the other door was shut and I didn't linger to find out what I might hear. Back in my room, I studied, chatted online and then read myself to sleep. As far as I was concerned, it was a good night even if I didn't get off again that day. I didn't need it after my afternoon with Beth.

Sunday morning the door to the other room was open again. I woke to the sound of the shower. A few minutes later Beth stepped into my room wearing only her towel which was wrapped around her head, turban style. "Want to help me save the earth?" With nothing better to do for the day, I took her up on the idea, met a couple of her friends and had a good time passing out literature. Beth introduced me to her friends as "her slut" and I referred to her as "my bitch" several times. The raised eyebrows we got from her hardcore lesbian friends were funny. On the way back to the dorm I told her about Zoey visiting me yesterday evening and Beth laughed. "Did she pump you for information?" 




Zoey and Me Ch. 09



"Not really," I said and Beth looked surprised. 

"I expected her to. She asked if I had fun drawing you and I said I had more fun fucking you. Assumed she was hoping for details." We both shrugged it off. We made it back in time for dinner and I asked if she and Zoey had an arrangement about Sam. "Not really. I'm gone a lot and if I'm not, then I guess they have to do find somewhere else." I asked how serious she though Zoey was about Sam and that answer was interesting. "I don't think she's serious at all. I think Sam has it bad for Zoey, but I think Zoey feels over her head because she likes the pussy but not the person." That felt like a good description helped explaining the jealous streak I noticed in Zoey yesterday. I don't think Zoey was jealous that I had sex with Beth. I think Zoey was jealous because I was getting more pussy than she was. 

On the way back to the dorm, Beth said she planned staying in her room that evening and working on her drawings. I told her, if it got to be too much for her, she could visit me. I told her Lindsey wouldn't be home until later but it didn't make a difference. 

"I want you, but I don't want to start needing you," Beth said and it took me a moment to figure that one out. When we were alone in the elevator she kissed me and called me dangerous.

"Zoey calls me the same thing," I said.

"She's right," Beth said and left me bewildered as she went to her room. 

I last until about six-thirty before I got horny and felt lonely. I wasn't sure when Lindsey would get home, but I hoped she was horny, too. With nothing better to do, I decided to see how long I could last while wearing my toy from Lindsey. I resisted the urge to rub my pussy while lubing my backside and putting my blue toy in my butt. I pulled my clothes back into place, paced the room and enjoyed the sensation of being filled back there. I walked past the open doors of the bathroom pass-thru, saw the door to Beth and Zoey's room open and crossed over because I was bored. I gave a light knock before I stepped into the hallway. Beth was propped behind her big computer monitor with her sketchbook in hand while Zoey and Samantha sat on Zoey's bed. "Hi guys," I said as cheerfully as I could. I could guess Beth's presence was effectively cock-blocking Zoey and Sam from playing.

"Hi slut, what's up?" Beth asked, flashing me a big smile. "I was just thinking about you."

"Nasty, dirty things, I hope," I said, guessing she was working on one of my drawings.

"Too bad you can't read my mind," Beth grinned and blushed a bit because she and I both knew the nasty thoughts she could think. I suggested she tried talking out loud so we wouldn't have to read her mind and she blushed deepened as she shook her head. Then I asked if we could see how her drawing was going. "Sure, it's of you, so I don't care," she said. She turned the drawing around and showed Zoey, Sam and me the drawing of me fucking Kong. Now it was my turn to blush. 

"Fuck, that's hot," Zoey said and she earned herself a dirty look from Samantha. "What? Can I help it if I think Katie is hot? You thought so, too."

"You guys want to hang in my room for a while?" I offered.

"Nothing's going to happen," Sam said.

"Nothing's happening here either," I pointed out. 

"Speak for yourself," Beth said, back to work on her drawing and the inner dialog she had with it. 

"Come on, let's go visit with Katie," Zoey insisted. She stood up and led the way while Sam took a moment before standing up. 

"I have to study," Sam said. She gave Zoey a kiss stormed out of the room.

"Did it just get cold in here or is it me?" Beth laughed.

I'm going to skip ahead a bit here because I can't really remember every single word that was every said between us. I know about what was said but I feel sort of funny writing a lot of dialog because I feel as if I'm making it all up though I do still remember some of those conversations pretty well. The ones I think I remember the best are the ones when we were talking about sex instead of doing sex, like the some of the conversations Beth and I had about being straight or gay or bisexual or whatever. It's funny how I can remember the days some things happened, like my Saturday with Beth I know was a Saturday and I can work out the other things that happened around remembering certain days.

After Sam left, Beth said something to Zoey about how better go after her girlfriend and Zoey flipped Beth off, said again how Sam wasn't her girlfriend and then Beth said something like, "Then it's okay if you go hang out with Katie for a bit, right?" I remember Zoey asking her why she needed the room to herself and Beth said because she wanted to get off but she didn't feel like putting on a show while she did it. I laughed and thought that her honesty was really funny and went back to my room. Zoey followed after me and shut the door to her room behind her to give Beth some privacy. I remember that because I remember wondering if Beth really would care if the door was shut or not and I don't think she would have cared. 

When we went back into my room, Zoey sat down at my desk chair and she something about how hot the drawing was that Beth was working on. I guess that's why she looked at the refrigerator and she noticed the blue toy was missing. She asked me something like "did you lose it or are you using it?" and I laughed, which was enough of an answer for her to figure it out. She gave me a funny look and said something about me being dangerous again.

"It's your fault," I remember telling her. "You're the one who got me started with all this." She asked if I was complaining and I told her I wasn't because it was hot and I was having a lot of fun. 

"More fun than me," she said with a pout on her pretty face that looked so sad and out of place. I knew Zoey as such a fun-loving and bubbly person and it felt strange to see her pouting. That's when I remembered how Lindsey had loaned me her butt plug that one time and I went over to the refrigerator, picked up the ruby red one and handed it Zoey, saying how I didn't think Lindsey would mind as long as she washed it when she was done. Zoey seemed surprised with what I was suggesting but her pout left her face and was replaced with that evil little smirk she would sometimes get. "Fuck it," she said and she pulled down her jeans. It was the first time I had seen Zoey mostly naked in too long. She lubed her ass, lubed the toy and then got dressed again once it inside. She said something about Sam being an anal slut, something like, "I always thought I liked it up the butt, but that girl LOVES it up the butt." She sat down and squirmed before adding, "Okay, I love it up the butt, too."

I sat on my bed and since I didn't want to talk about Sam, I asked Zoey if she had seen any guys since all this started. She said she hadn't and I asked her if she missed being with a guy. She asked if I did and I remember telling her how I sort of did, but I was having so much fun that I sort of didn't, too. "I don't think I'm ready to call myself a lesbian, but I like being one for now." 

Zoey and I sat and talked for a long time with those stupid toys in our butts. Sometimes I would almost forget it was there and then I would move and be reminded about it and that was really sexy. Zoey asked me about Lindsey and Beth and I was honest with her, especially about Beth because Beth wanted me to be that way. But I was honest about Lindsey, too and Zoey thought that relationship was really interesting. She agreed with Beth that Lindsey sounded submissive and said she wasn't sure if she could have a roommate like that. "I would make her do stuff every night," Zoey laughed and that's when we heard Lindsey's keycard in my front door! Zoey and I started laughing really hard about that.

"Did I miss the party?" Lindsey asked as she lugged her clean laundry into the room with a big smile. She seemed happy to see Zoey in our room again. I told her she hadn't and pointed out that we were borrowing her toy. Lindsey's smile got even bigger. 

I'm still not sure why I did what I did next. Part of me thinks I was showing off for Zoey and another part of believe that I wanted to put Zoey and Beth's theory about Lindsey to the test. I guess it doesn't matter now because it all worked out but I'm going to tell you about it, too. I got up from my bed where I had been sitting (Zoey had stayed in my desk chair all this time and I still can't imagine sitting on something like my desk chair that long with that toy up her butt!). I walked over to Lindsey and kissed her. It was not the friendly, "hi, good to see you again" sort of kiss Lindsey was expecting. I could tell because she seemed surprised when I put my tongue inside her mouth. I also grabbed one of her tits, too and when I pulled away she looked both happy and surprised. "I missed you," I said as if it explained everything.

"I missed you, too," she said and there was something about her that looked eager for more. 

"Will you get naked for me?" I asked.

"Yes," she said and her smile got even bigger as she immediately began taking off her clothes. Once she was naked for me, I asked if she was wet for me and I began rubbing her pussy with one hand while I groped her chest with my other hand. Her nipples grew hard beneath my fingers and I felt the slipperiness of her pussy as I rubbed her there. I saw her eyes flicker towards Zoey while her happy smile never faded. 

I remembered what Beth told me and needed to get it out of the way. "I have something important to tell you," I said and looked back at me. "Yesterday, I had sex with Beth. We had a lot of fun and I want to do it with her again, okay?"

"Okay," she said and looked as if she was waiting for more. 

"That's it," I laughed when I realized what her expression meant. I asked if she had fun with her boyfriend and she struggled to tell me about it while I continued rubbing her pussy and playing with her nipples. She told me how she missed me and that felt good. I asked if she had missed Kong, too and she said she had. "I think you should give Kong a kiss because I think he missed you, too," I said, letting go of her so she could do as I asked. She bent over, kissed the head of Kong and turned back around to face me. 

"You realize this is killing me, right?" Zoey asked from where she sat. 

"Do something about it," I suggested and Zoey looked frustrated and unsure. 

"Is it okay if I play with myself?"

"It's okay with me," I said and I looked at Lindsey for her answer. She said it was okay, too. I knew I was speaking for both of us as I said this, but Lindsey was standing right there and could speak for herself if I was getting it wrong. "In this room, I think everything is okay." I looked at Lindsey and she nodded. What Lindsey said next I found both interesting for her to say and true.

"Katie lets me play with myself anytime I want as long as I first ask if I can."

"Does Katie have to ask you before she does it?" Zoey asked and that made me realize I had never given Lindsey the opportunity.

"Should we do that?" I asked Lindsey and the idea appeared to be as novel for her as it was for me.

"We could," she said, raising her eyebrows as she thought about it.

"I think it's a good idea," I said, kissing her.

Lindsey kissed me back before leaning close to whisper in my ear, "You don't always have to ask and I like when you tell me what to do." She kissed me again. 

It has always amazed me how easily Lindsey got undressed when I asked her to do it in front of Zoey. Isn't it sometimes funny how your friends have a better idea about what is going on in your life than you do? Lindsey knew things had changed between Zoey and me after my trip home because we had talked about it and there was no way for her not to notice the change. One day it felt as if Zoey and I were two girlfriends in denial about our relationship and then one weekend later Zoey is barely around? That's obvious and I knew Lindsey could tell having Zoey sitting in my room was significant even if Zoey and me were only talking. I've had years to think about that night and I keep coming back around to the answer that drove me that night: Lindsey enjoyed being on displayed. She liked being used in a safe way. That's the way I interpreted her action in the moment and it's still what I think was probably true. 

"Did you miss your toys?" I asked Lindsey wanting to tease her and play to our audience of one. She said she did and I asked her which toy she missed the most and she said she had missed both of them instead of picking one. I told her to bend over and sort of steered her towards her bed so she wound up in the position I wanted her to be in. I'll be honest and I won't lie, I wanted to tease the fuck out of Zoey. I knew how much Zoey liked it up the butt and I knew she was sitting there with Lindsey's blue toy up her butt. I went down on Lindsey's ass. I wasn't shy about what I was doing, either. I barely touched her pussy with my tongue though I did finger her while I was doing it. I did it because I knew it was something Zoey would want to have happen to her. I had done it Sam and now I was doing it Lindsey. I used my tongue and fingers and fucking made love to Lindsey's ass to her delight and I guess to Zoey's delight, too.

Zoey had already asked if it was okay if she could touch herself though she hadn't done anything yet. Seeing me going down on Lindsey must have been too much for her because Zoey undid her jeans and fished her hand inside and began playing with herself. I heard her moaning and looked over my shoulder to see her with her hand inside her pants as she stared and played with herself. I went back to work on Lindsey and did my best to give Lindsey a good time. I know I did but I also knew I was doing it because I wanted to tease Zoey into getting off. For Lindsey her orgasm happened when I had two fingers of one hand up her butt while using my other hand to rub her clit. For Zoey it happened from the thrill of seeing the show and feeling the toy inside her ass. 

"Thank you," Lindsey gasped when I was done. "Can I please do you, too? I missed tasting your pussy." 

"Yes," I said and scrambled out of clothes as fast as I could because my pussy was on fire. Toy in my ass had been there too long without some satisfaction. I was dying for release and as soon as I got naked I laid on Lindsey's bed so I could see what Zoey was going to do. She kept rubbing her pussy without taking off her jeans and immediately after I had a delicious orgasm beneath Lindsey's tongue, I saw Zoey having another one, too. That's when Zoey stood, pulled the toy from her butt and said she had to go.

"Are you sure you don't want to help me?" Lindsey asked her with such innocence that I nearly began laughing. I didn't expect Zoey to stay and she didn't. She made her apologies, washed off the toy she had used and went back to her room while Lindsey and I finished playing catch-up from a weekend apart. Lindsey put a finger or thumb against the nub of the toy sticking out of my ass, wiggled it around and brought me to another orgasm before I felt in control of myself again. We took a shower together where I washed the toy and we both slept naked that night.

I don't know I woke up on Monday before my alarm ever went off. That wasn't a thing I usually did but it happened just the same. Because our morning schedules matched pretty closely we usually got up together because what else was going to happen when one alarm clock goes off? As it was there wasn't an alarm clock on Monday. Instead there was me waking up naked and knowing Lindsey was naked, too. I crawled into bed with her and pushed my face between her legs and woke her with oral sex. To me, that was fun and incredibly sexy even if it didn't include an orgasm. 

"You're going to spoil me," she purred as she woke up and allowed me to keep eating her for a while before we were kissing each other and getting out of bed to start our day. It was during breakfast that Lindsey made her genius level suggestion. "We should invite Sam over sometime to play with you and me. Wouldn't that be fun?"

"Don't you mean Sam and Zoey?" I asked and Lindsey smiled at me while the beauty of her suggestion sunk into my slower brain. Like I just said it was a genius level suggestion and I loved every bit of it. "I think the invitation will have to come from you." She said she could do that and it was frustrating because I wanted to kiss her right there in the cafeteria in front of all the other students fueling up for their day. 

I went to my classes and managed to keep my hands off myself all day, LOL! It wasn't that difficult even though these stories read as we were having sex all the time because we sort of were. It was an intense period in my life. Hanging out in the room with Lindsey after dinner was a challenge because I wanted to have sex with her but I didn't want to push things even though I knew I could and she would probably welcome it. When I think backwards it's easier for me guessing that I as much as I was enjoying making love to Lindsey, Beth, Zoey and even Samantha, I didn't want a committed relationship with a woman and I also think it was why Zoey and Sam's relationship bothered me so much. Zoey and me had had an arrangement and it felt as if Zoey had allowed that arrangement to be broken and I guess that made things her fault, too. 

While we were sitting at our computers chatting or doing actual school work there was a knock on the open door to the bathroom and I was happy to see it was Beth and her sketchpad. Lindsey instinctively answered a question I knew Beth was probably wondering about when Lindsey asked if she should leave so Beth and me could have sex. It was like the first thing Lindsey said when Beth came into the room and the surprised look on Beth's face was funny and she said something like, "Well I guess that answers that question." 

I was sure why Beth stopped by that evening except to see if I had told Lindsey about things. She had her sketchpad with her and I asked if Lindsey could see the drawings she had done of me. We sat as a trio on my bed with Lindsey at the foot of the bed then Beth and then me. I guess it's important to point out that I never went into details about Beth with Lindsey and that means I never did the high school move of telling Lindsey that Beth liked her either. It wasn't until the three of us were sitting on my daybed/couch/bed that the story came out and I remembered how Beth was attracted to Lindsey. Zoey and me had talked about seducing both of our roommates and I guess I had followed through with that plan without her. Maybe it would serve Zoey right if the three of us hooked up that evening?

Beth had worked on her drawings of me and they looked more refined and complete. I didn't know enough about art to know when she would be done working on them. Lindsey seemed to have a greater appreciation for the artistic process because she commented on Beth's shading and line work in ways I wouldn't have known to do. I wasn't thinking about the drawings as art as much as I was thinking about what they showed and how easy it was to tell it was me. Lindsey suggested Beth should do a gallery show and Beth said she had issues because of her subject matter and I was stuck imagining how it would be to have those explicit drawings of me on display to the entire world and that idea tugged at me in a sexual way. I told Lindsey how Beth talked to her drawings and I think that embarrassed Beth a bit but it was still funny.

"You're a dirty little slut," Beth called me (or something close to that) and we laughed because I agreed with her. 

I suggested Beth should draw Lindsey sometime and somehow that idea morphed into Lindsey being a life model for Beth's class but in our joking conversation Lindsey would be posing for the class with Kong and imitating the pose I had done. The surprising part was when Lindsey said she would really do it if it was something that could happen in real life. I didn't understand the life study drawing classes well enough to understand that would never happen but the two artists seemed to think it was a fun fantasy. Beth said something about how she needed to take care of herself because of that suggestion and Lindsey offered to loan her Kong which became funny, too. We were joking and teasing each other and I wondered when joking and teasing could turn into flirting and seduction. It didn't happen that evening but I felt as if it could and that was exciting, too. 




Zoey and Me Ch. 09



After Beth left the room, Lindsey told me how seeing those drawings had gotten her really excited. I was turned on, too, but I was also excited that it didn't bother Lindsey to see those drawings. She didn't seem jealous or as if she resented the fun I had had with Beth and that was something that made a big impression on me. It made me rethink how I felt about Zoey and Sam. I already knew in my heart of hearts that it wouldn't bother me if Beth and Lindsey hooked up. I wasn't sure how I would feel if the two of them fell in love or something but that didn't seem like a possibility because Lindsey had a boyfriend so I didn't think about it. I liked Lindsey in ways I didn't fully understand and I don't think it was important to understand it. I liked Beth, too, in different ways than Lindsey. At the time I didn't question those relationships very much but I think it was because we were open and honest with each other that made the biggest difference for me and still matters most today.

"Is it okay if I play with Kong?" Lindsey asked me with one of her sweet, innocent smiles.

"Bring him to me," I said with an idea that included me getting off, too. Lindsey got off my bed, grabbed her toy and handed him to me. I scooted to the edge of my bed and started kissing her while Kong sat next to me in bed. I undressed Lindsey while we kissed, enjoying her full breasts and her beautiful body. I moved slowly, truly appreciating her curves and focusing on how I was undressing and kissing another woman who seemed willing to do anything I asked. Once she was naked, I traded places with her. "Your turn," I said as I stood in front of her and accepted her lingering kisses as she pulled off my clothes. There was an open innocence making love with Lindsey that I enjoyed that came from being open and honest without expectations or needs beyond our interests in touching and being touched. Lindsey and I had fun having sex together, which was how things had started between Zoey and me and I think it was what I missed the most about Zoey. I had discovered a new way to experience pleasure with Zoey and now it felt as if Lindsey was the one reaping the benefits.

I'm apply most of those thoughts in hindsight because at the time I was too busy enjoying the touch of Lindsey's full lips as her tongue danced circles around my nipples. Her fingers were between my legs and rubbing a circle there, too. I could have stood there until my knees gave out but I had started with a different idea in mind and I want to do that. I stepped away from her kisses and caresses and picked up Kong.

I positioned Kong on the floor and held out my hands for Lindsey. She moved towards me, I turned her to face my bed and told her kneel. She knew what I wanted and as she knelt I made sure Kong slipped inside her pussy. "Now you know how I felt when Beth was drawing me," I said before I climbed back on the bed. I stretched out in front of her and Lindsey leaned forward and buried her face against my pussy. 

I clutched at Lindsey's pretty dark hair while she ate my pussy and it felt so good. I watched her bobbing up and down with a slow motion as she fucked the toy and I remembered how it was for me. I remembered how my pussy would clutch at Kong and lift him off the bed for a moment before his weight would draw him back to the bed. I hoped that was happening to Lindsey, too. I imagined Kong making a thudding sound each time he fell back to the carpeted floor. There was no way for me to hear the sound or know what was going on between her legs beyond the placement of her toy, but the idea that Kong would move like that thrilled me. I grabbed Lindsey's hands, holding her hands and I told her, "Fuck him. Fuck that big toy." I saw her body squirming and moving while she kept her mouth against my pussy until I came. 

"Come up here," I said after my orgasm, pulling her on to the bed. Lindsey followed my gesture and Kong was left behind. I didn't want Lindsey on top of me, I wanted her on the bed in front of me. We traded places and I picked up the big toy. He was slick and wet from being inside of her and I couldn't resist licking, kissing and sucking on him. He tasted like latex and her pussy and feeling him still warm from being inside of her was exciting, too. I told her to kneel and she did. Before I gave her back her toy I put Kong inside of my pussy. I worked him in and out of my pussy a few times, enjoying the sensation but doing it more because it was teasing Lindsey. When I held him out he glistened from being inside my wet pussy. I held him on the mattress beneath her and she lowered her sweet pussy on top of him. "Fuck him," I told her as I held his base against my mattress. As she moved I forced her to lean backwards and while I'm sure it wasn't a comfortable position for her I don't think it mattered, either. She was able to brace herself against the mountain of pillows on my bed and maybe the wall, too. I pressed my face against her pussy, stabbing and doing my best to lick at her clit while she still managed to move up and down and fuck that big toy. It didn't take long because she was so close. 

I'm not sure what my fascination was with making another woman have an orgasm but I have to admit that it was an addictive experience. Maybe it's because I know how it feels and I know the joy you experience when you're having a well-earned climax, I don't know. Sometimes I think that part of the reason why I love to make love to another woman is because it's as close as I'll ever be to making love to myself. Then I get thinking about how there's a certain grace and beauty to a woman's orgasm that is different from a man's orgasm, especially if we're talking about Lindsey because I've always love the way she announced her orgasms with that soft cry of "Oh! Oh! Oh!" It's cute and funny and sexy all at the same time and I've always wonder if she made the same sound when she was with her boyfriend and I wish I had asked her that. But there was another part of making love with Lindsey that I felt without knowing. As much as I liked her and cared about her and enjoyed being with her there was always a part of me that wondered if she was a substitute for Zoey and that was a problem and blessing for me.

I say it was a problem for me because it made me hold back from doing too much with Lindsey. We could play and have fun but I never wanted it to feel as if we were doing more than just playing and having fun. The blessing part was about the same thing. Because we were only having fun with each other we could do things and not let it get in the way of the rest of our lives. I know that's confusing and I'm not sure how else to explain it. I knew Lindsey had a boyfriend and I knew she really liked her boyfriend and I knew that even with how much fun she and I could have together, she would never leave her boyfriend for me. At least that's what I believed and that's how it felt and that's how it happened because I never wanted to "own" Lindsey's heart. 

As for me? I was in such a strange place in my life during that time. Part of it was because I was a mom and I had a baby back home and while I was having fun in college I knew I was there for my darling. As for me having fun in college I won't make any excuses about that because part of me believed this was my last chance to have fun of any kind and that was a gift from my mom to me and a gift I hope to one day give to my kids, too. I know a lot of you probably don't want to be reminded about that part of my life and maybe just want to hear about the sex part of things except that was part of it, too. I knew I was a mom even if I was still a girl and still wanted to do things and experience life and learning how to do that would affect the rest of my life, too. I might have to get older but I refuse to grow up and lose my sense of wonder at a world that can be full of love and magic and fun if only you'll open your heart and mind to seeing it. 

I never thought much about having sex with another girl because I was so into playing with boys. I think a lot of that was because I was Tom-Boy while I was growing up and I always seemed to have guy friends than girl friends. Even now my husband will tease me because I understand guys so much better than I understand girls. Making love to another woman was an amazing wake-up call for me that it could be so much fun in so many different ways and so different from doing it with a guy in some many good ways. It's more than the trite "a woman knows how to touch another woman" though I think that could be true. There's an element of knowing it's somehow sort of wrong because that's what we're taught since we were little girls. So I always have felt a little bit nasty and wrong doing it like I did when I first started to do sex things with guy friends of mine. I started playing with dicks and letting guys play with me at an age that I can't mention in these stories and I liked it. I've always like how guys can be such suckers for a girl and what I found out was that girls can be that way, too. 

Lindsey and me cuddled after her orgasm and laid naked on my bed for a long while before we took showers and went to bed for real. Cuddling and cooing with Lindsey didn't feel the same as it did when I did it with Zoey but it still felt nice. While we were cuddling Lindsey said something to me that didn't a lot of sense to me at the time. "You make me feel as if it's okay to be the bad me." I think she meant that as a compliment because that is how I took it and I knew I wanted to find someone who made me feel the same way. With Zoey I felt I as if I leaned something close because I felt as if I learned that it was okay to be bad and I wanted to be very, very bad.



Zoey and Me Ch. 10



I hope this reads better because I really do try to proofread my stories a couple times before I submit them but I don't know, you know? I appreciate the nice comments and I'm sorry it took so long to get this written but I hope you like it!




When I look back through my diary there weren't a lot of entries for the week that followed and that's how I remember it, too. I remember a week or so where things felt normal. I can remember asking Lindsey if it was okay for me to masturbate and she said I never to ask first because it was more fun if I just did it without asking. Asking for permission or announcing my intentions of playing with myself was sort of fun but it was more fun to just start doing it, too. It must have been Wednesday or Thursday when I just did it because I think it was Monday when I asked and then a day or two passed without either one of us having sex that I knew about. 

On that Wednesday (or Thursday), Lindsey and me were hanging out in the room doing our own things at our computers when I needed the release and distraction of an orgasm. She wasn't watching when I moved to my bed, undressed and started playing with myself. I wasn't going to us any toys because I felt as if I was getting too used to using toys and I wanted to do it without toys. I took my time, caressing my chest for a long time and teasing my nipples until my pussy wept with need. Doing it behind Lindsey's back was sort of fun because I knew she would turn around at some point and see me doing it I just didn't know when she would do it. I tried not to focus on her because I wasn't trying to put on a show for her as much as I wanted to get off in my own time by my own means. 

I closed my eyes as I slipped my fingers between my legs and started touching my aching clit. It felt good and I felt so free doing it without an announcement or asking or caring if anyone saw me doing it. I've always thought masturbation could be a solo or group experienced because before any of this started happening I had done it in front of boyfriends and have watched them do it and I have done it by myself, too. I rubbed my pussy with two fingers on top of my clitoris in that tight little circle that always felt best for me. With my eyes closed, I couldn't tell if Lindsey had noticed what was happening behind her back and I didn't care. I wasn't thinking about her. I can't remember precisely what or who I was thinking about while I did it because sometimes it's not as much about a "who" type of fantasy as it is about fantasizing about how a kiss feels or a stray smile received during the day by someone unexpected. My fantasies are like these stories. My fantasies are often just free-form thoughts, impressions and colors without a lot of storytelling going on. 

I'm sure I gasped as I came or maybe Lindsey heard the juicy wet smacking noises my fingers sometimes make against my pussy when I'm getting close to my orgasm and I have to start rubbing myself harder and faster or maybe she could smell my excitement. I never asked because I wasn't thinking about her as much as I was trying to enjoy myself on my own terms. I can remember opening my eyes after my orgasm and seeing her smiling at me. I don't know if she was doing something more than smiling because she was still sitting at her computer and mostly had her back to me. 

There are lots of times when a single orgasm can satiate the fire burning inside of me. I don't know why we masturbate and I'm sure we each have our own reasons like because we're bored or we want the distraction or I don't know what. I knew part of the reason why I doing it that time was because I wanted to own my body again. I wanted to do it without toys and I wanted to do it without making a big deal about doing it just so I knew that I could or something. It's difficult to explain and I hope that makes sense. I wanted to own my sexuality and that was that. I had already decided that if Lindsey decided to start masturbating, too, I would do my best to ignore her. I remember hoping she wouldn't interrupt me to ask for permission. She didn't do either thing and though I had my eyes closed again, I remember hearing her fingers back at her keyboard and knew I wasn't the focus of her attention.

My mind wandered as I laid naked on my bed and I allowed it to go wherever it wanted without restriction. I say that because I can remember tasting my fingers. I didn't just taste them, I remember making a point of tasting them. I remember rubbing my pussy before pulling my fingers to my lips and sucking on them so I could savor the taste of my pussy, a taste that had been shared with four other women and that became the reason for me to keep masturbating as I caressed my pussy, sort of studying how it felt and imagining that I was once removed from my body and touching my pussy. I tried to notice how my pussy might feel different than Beth, Lindsey, Sam and Zoey's pussy. I never noticed the difference because I got too excited as I tried. I came again and knew that I wanted more. Not more sex, but another orgasm. I wanted to get off again, at least once more and maybe more.

Thinking about "my girls" kept me interested in touching myself. I marveled at the idea of having "girls" in my past, present and future. I thought about the toys sitting so close to me without getting one. I rubbed and caressed my nipples, playing with their firmness and the wonderful sensation that sometimes makes it feel as if a single nerve runs from my nipples to my clitoris and back again. Imagines of "my girls" sucking on my nipples swirled in my head from my point-of-view: as I would look down and watch them, seeing their pretty faces and pretty lips as they licked, sucked, bit and teased me. That led to a flood of memories for how it looked seeing a woman between my legs, too. I liked how that looked and felt. I liked seeing the hunger in their eyes in a way I had never noticed with man. I liked the way a finger might slip beneath my body and touch my backside and ease it inside my butt and that made me want more.

I sucked on wet fingers and used the natural lubricant created by my pussy to caress my ass and it felt good, really good. Instantly a remembered image of seeing Zoey doing that the first time I had seen her touching herself came back to me. I remembered seeing the back of her tan hands and how she had two fingers inside her butt as she rubbed her pussy and I wanted to have that experienced on my own. I rolled over in my bed, knowing I was poking my ass towards Lindsey in case she turned to look or watch. Or maybe I was turning away from her so I didn't have to notice her watching? I don't know though I think the first guess feels more right. It doesn't matter because she wasn't the focus of what I was doing, I was. I poked a finger inside my backside and when it felt good, I used a second finger and that felt even better. I can remember fingering my ass as if I was fingering a pussy and that excited me. I clutched myself from the front and the back with fingers busy caressing and filling me as I rubbed against my comforter trying to caress my aching nipples. If Lindsey had been watching, I must have looked like a hot mess as I writhed on my bed with an excited and desperate need to climax again. I came hard and kept going because it had felt so good. I came again and only stopped when I realized how much I wanted a toy and for that night, I wanted to be toy-free as if there was a prize waiting for me.

I rolled over, keeping my two fingers inside my butt and half sitting on my hand and smiling because it felt funny and sexy at the same time. Was I turning into a version of Sam or Zoey? Was I now addicted to having my ass played with, too? I didn't know or care or think about it in a real sense. I cared about another orgasm that was waiting for me if only I could touch myself in the right ways. I patted my sensitive clit, using a trick Zoey had taught me and that dulled the hyper-sensitivity away so I could stroke myself again. I did it until I came and I finally felt sated. 

I got out of bed and was happy that Lindsey still sat at her computer. I had seen her watching me and had seen her quickly turned back around to face her computer. "Your turn if you want," I said with a contented smile. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Thank you," she whispered in a hoarse voice and I couldn't imagine the need she might feel. I took my shower without thinking about it until I walked back into my room and found her naked on her bed with busy fingers. I smiled, watched for a moment and ignored the tingly feeling I felt seeing her lost in her solo thrill. I made it a point to sit at my computer and try writing an email with her doing that behind me. I think I did as much glancing over my shoulder as I did typing but that was good, too. It was fun seeing Lindsey touching herself and pretending she was doing it for the same reasons I why I had done it even though I knew that was unlikely.

On Friday Lindsey left for home to see her boyfriend and I spent my first lonely night in college. Without an interest in going out, I sat in my room after dinner and felt restless. I missed home. I missed my baby. I missed not having a real boyfriend. It was a lonely, empty feeling and I was glad when Saturday morning arrived. I spent the day with Beth and her friends on Saturday. They had organized a clean-up along the banks of a creek in the park and while the weather wasn't perfect, it felt good spending time outside with other people doing something good. When we made it back to the dorm that evening we were wet from the constant drizzle and cold. 

We took turns in the shower and Zoey surprised me by joining us for a trip to the cafeteria. "Sam gets off work soon and we're going to hang out tonight," she said. I didn't care because it felt good spending time with Zoey again. She got a dirty look from Sam as the three of us walked into the cafeteria but it didn't seem to last after Zoey said she was going to wait for her. During dinner, Beth asked if Lindsey and I were officially a couple or if I was still in denial like Zoey was about Sam. That was funny because Zoey immediately objected about the status of her relationship with Sam. "We're friends with benefits, okay?" That wasn't how it looked when we walked in together.

It felt as if I spent the rest of dinner trying to explain my relationship with Lindsey. Zoey kept trying to paint me into a corner and make the relationship sound like the one she had with Sam and it just wasn't true. I mentioned how Lindsey and I didn't have to have sex every time we were together, how she had a boyfriend and how didn't even do it together every time. "Mostly, it's just fun," I tried to explain. "I know she has a boyfriend and I don't think she's looking for anything more. So we just mess around sometimes and have fun with it." Before we left, Zoey asked Beth if she was going to be home that evening and looked disappointed when Beth said she didn't have any plans. "We can hang out if you want," I offered Beth. I didn't know what we would do but it didn't matter. After Friday night, I didn't want to spend another night alone. 

Beth asked if it was okay if she worked on her drawings while we were hanging out and she propped her sketchpad on her knees while we chatted. I didn't ask which drawing she was finishing and she didn't show me. Like before, Beth seemed more open to talking while drawing. "Is it really like you said between you and Lindsey?" she asked as she worked. I told her I thought it was and how much I liked it. She asked if it was because I couldn't commit to a woman and I thought that was an interesting question.

"Not if I have to give up men to be with her," I said and then she twisted the question around, asking if I could be with just a man and never again with another woman. I hadn't thought about it in that direction and I remember laughing. "I think guys are more forgiving about that than girls." Beth agreed with me though she wasn't sure my thinking worked with her lesbian friends. I asked if she thought Zoey was a lesbian and Beth shrugged. "I think she is for now but I'm not sure it will last." Then I asked about Sam and Beth just shook her head. "I think Sam has control issues and I think Zoey is in over her head." She looked intently at her drawing for a long moment and I didn't want to interrupt her so I stayed quiet. She filled the gap by saying, "I think Zoey is jealous of Lindsey."

"Why?" I remember asking because of the relationship I had with Lindsey. We felt more like friends or roommates who sometimes had sex than like lovers who were also friends/roommates. Beth laughed at my question, reminding me how I was living with another girl and having sex with her and that sure made it look more serious than it was. Then she said something I wasn't expecting:

"I wish I had a friend like you."

"But you do," I said, confused a second time in a matter of moments. It didn't get better, either. She asked if I cared about Lindsey and of course I did. She asked if sex with her meant anything to me and I said it was magical and special and fun because it was with a friend but otherwise it meant about as much as having sex with Eric. Then she asked about when we had sex and I had much the same answer.

"So, if we do it, it wouldn't mess up anything between you and Lindsey?" she asked. Since there was nothing between Lindsey and me beyond a special friendship, I didn't see how it could. Then she said, "So we could do it for real, too, right?" She turned around her sketchpad and showed me how she had been working on changing one of the rough sketches of me into a real drawing and then her words made sense. In her way she had been making love to me for quite sometime. She got up, went into the bathroom and called back to me that her door was locked and by the sounds she could hear, interrupting was a good idea. I called back that she could hang-out with me if she wanted, even spend the night. A minute later she walked back into my room naked and smiling. 

I scrambled out of my clothes and pulled Beth into my bed. As we kissed she pulled my hand between her legs and I felt how warm and wet she was and I knew she had gotten that way while we were talking and she was drawing. I had her lie on her back and moved between her legs. I stretched out on my tummy, snaked my hand beneath my chin and started going down on her as if I had been starved for pussy. We had gone from talking to naked to my mouth against in her pussy so fast that it felt as if no time had passed. It felt as if one second we were talking and in the next second we were having sex. I pressed my tongue against her clit until she was moaning and her orgasm was approaching. That's when I pressed two fingers inside her pussy, fingertips up and began rubbing that special spot she had taught me last time we were together. As her orgasm began I pulled my mouth away from her clit, rubbed inside her pussy and watched as her orgasm continued. When it looked as if it was going to fade away I would licked her clit again and recharge it. I don't know how many times I did that but I remember I didn't stop when she asked me to stop or when she begged for me to stop. It wasn't until she couldn't talk anymore that I finally allowed her stream of orgasms to end. "You're a bitch," she cooed as moved on top of her and kissed her lips.

Beth and I made love for the next couple of hours in the unique way of having sex with her. She became determined help me experience multiple orgasms because she was convinced that any woman could do it. While her efforts didn't work we had fun trying and I think I had the most fun. It was late by the time we wore each other out and we slept together. Sometime during the night she went back to her room and I woke alone. That wasn't as bad as it sounds. Her bed and her room was next door to mine. I know how good it feels to sleep in your own bed and in your own space.

Sunday was a better day for me than Friday night though I don't recall doing anything special I was over my loneliness hump. Lindsey came home that night and I don't remember us doing anything. It was Monday evening when I told her about my night with Beth and instead of being jealous, Lindsey asked for details. I remember laughing and asking her, "How detailed do you want me to get?" 

"Depends. Can I touch myself while you tell me?" she asked. I grinned, nodded and started with how Beth came out of the bathroom naked. "She's pretty," Lindsey said, already rubbing her pussy. "What' she look like naked?" I described Beth's breasts and how she's completely shaved and how sweet her long hair smells. Lindsey shivered and listened with eager looking eyes. I talked about how I went down on Beth and made her have multiple orgasms over and over. "Fuck, I wish that was me," she purred.

"You having the multiple orgasms or eating Beth?" I asked.

"Both," she smiled and waited for me to go on. I did and as I talked about Beth trying to give me multiple orgasms, Lindsey came. 

"It really doesn't bother you that I had sex with Beth while you were gone?" I asked. She shook her head and looked confused that it could be otherwise.

"I'm having sex with my boyfriend when I go home, does that make you jealous?" 

I laughed because it had never occurred to me that I should get jealous. Of course, there was no reason for me to be jealous. What did I have to be jealous about Lindsey having fun? The more I thought about it, the funnier the idea felt, except for one small issue: I was jealous of Samantha and that confused me. I said as much to Lindsey and she suggested it was because Sam didn't know how to share. As funny as that sounded, it felt right, too. 

Later that evening, Beth stopped into the room with an invitation for a planning meeting with her Save the Earth group. I wasn't feeling it until Beth said she had convinced Zoey to come to it. I asked if Sam was going and Beth said she hadn't invited her yet. "You should go," Lindsey said, insisting on it. "Let me have a night to myself, okay?" Her insistence felt out of place but I wasn't going to argue. I agreed to go. 

Tuesday came and went without anything interesting happening. Wednesday evening, Lindsey was late coming home from work so Zoey, Beth and I went to dinner together, earning evil stares from Sam even though we used to opposite check-out line. As we were leaving the cafeteria, Lindsey was walking in, running exceptionally later than her usual schedule. "Have fun," she told us as we left for Beth's meeting. 

The meeting was pretty boring. Zoey hadn't attended any of Beth's functions and hadn't met very many of Beth's friends. We sat in the back of the meeting room while Beth sat at the head table with the officers of the club while Zoey and I giggled about how much flannel was being worn in that room. There was a small social aspect after the meeting that we had to endure because of Beth's leadership role in the organization. It was after nine by the time we were heading back to the dorm. I said goodnight to Beth and Zoey and moved the few extra steps to my door. I didn't think about knocking before unlocking the door and I heard them before I saw them. When I saw them, I just started laughing.

"Did someone get lost?" I asked Sam and Lindsey as Sam was busy grabbing for her clothes. 

"Hi there," Lindsey smiled at me, lounging naked on her bed with a big smile on her face. I noticed Kong was still in bed with her. 

"Should I come back later?" I asked, still laughing at the shock and surprised look on Samantha's face as she tried to scramble into her clothes. Lindsey looked as if she was doing her best not to start laughing, too. She said something about it being my room, too, and how I shouldn't have to leave because of what they were doing. I did step out of the hallway so Sam could leave. She stopped near me as if she was going to say something, decided against it and left without saying goodbye. "Should I be jealous?" I asked Lindsey, still leaning against the wall next to the hallway.




Zoey and Me Ch. 10



"Do you want to be?" she asked.

"No, but she looked surprised to see me." I remember I was still smiling because I knew Lindsey was up to something. Lindsey explained how she might have led Sam to believe I wouldn't be back to the room until midnight before she gave me such an innocent shrug and a tiny smirk. "You are an evil, little bitch!" I said, laughing again and drawn to my naked roommate's bed because, well, she was naked. I kissed her and ran my hands across her pretty breasts and told her tell me about it. I kept playing with her breasts as if they were a toy or something.

Lindsey started with the way Sam would smile and flirt with her anytime she was in the lunch line alone and suggesting how things might be if she wasn't with Zoey. She explained how Sam knew Zoey was doing a thing with Beth tonight, "But I guess Zoey hadn't mentioned you were going." I accused Lindsey of purposely being late to dinner. "Who? Me?" she asked trying to look innocent though her smirk gave her away. She explained how interesting it was when Sam came over to her table to pump her for information about what was going on. I asked how she knew I would find them together and found her answer interesting, "I didn't, but I would have told you and I think you would have believed me." She was right of course I would have believed her. I kissed her again before asking if she had fun. "She's not you." Lindsey shrugged and kissed me and that kiss lasted a long time before she said something funny. "She's sort of pushy." 

"I thought you liked that?" I asked, surprised by Lindsey's reaction but knowing what Lindsey meant, too. That first afternoon with Sam, it had been Sam who got things started. Sam hard been first to touch me or Zoey in a sexual manner by playing with my tits and she had come on to us in the lunch line, too. Sam was the one who wanted to call me a lesbian when I didn't feel like one and was first to talk about going down on me. I remembered how Sam touched me the way boys touch me, sort of rough and insistent. Sam had been the first one naked, too, though I don't know if that meant as much as everything else.

Lindsey tried explaining how she liked being told what to do more than being pushed but I was only half listening. I was more fascinated with her boobs. It was fun playing with her while she was talking and I told her tell me everything that happened with Sam. "Everything?" she asked and I sort of twisted her nipple.

"Everything," I repeated, kissing her nipple to kiss away any hurt I had caused her. 

"I told Sam how I should have the room to myself until midnight and she asked if I was coming on to her and I said something like 'if it's okay with your girlfriend' and she said something like 'fuck Zoey' and followed me back to the room." I pushed for more details while I played with Lindsey's body and she blushed a bit before she went into details. She told me how it had been Sam who started things by kissing and groping her and she just let it happened. Because I wanted to know, she told me how Sam had gotten her naked first but then got naked with her and how Sam had gone down on her first. I remember because I thought it was interesting how Sam was the aggressive one. Lindsey didn't go into details about how every touch, kiss or caress felt, but gave a pretty good listing of what happened and when. She said Sam was interested in the two butt plugs when she stopped, looked wide-eyed and started laughing and that felt like a really odd thing for her to do at that moment. It was even more surprising when she pushed me away, stood up and started searching the floor and her sheets.

"What is it?" I asked, confused even more by her laughing.

"Do you see my red toy anywhere?" she asked and I helped her look for it without finding it. Giving up, she sat back down on the bed, grinned up at me with one of the biggest smiles I had ever seen on her face. "Guess that asshole took it with her," she said and as her meaning sunk into me, I howled with laugher. 

"Please tell me you mean she wore it out of here," I asked, she nodded and we screamed in laughter until there was a knock on our bathroom door. Still laughing, I opened the door and I stopped laughing as if I had been punched in the gut when I saw Zoey standing there with a puzzled look on her face.

"Everything okay in here?" she asked wearing a t-shirt, panties and holding her toothbrush. Once again, I wished I was faster about thinking on my feet. 

"Yeah, it's fine," I said and I tried smiling though I don't think I did a good job. I remember looking at Lindsey and I don't know how I looked. Panicked? That would be guess. Lindsey's smile was gone, too.

"Wow," Zoey said looking even more puzzled. "Talk about your insider jokes!"

I was still staring at Lindsey for help as I felt horrible for laughing. The idea of Sam running out of the room still wearing Lindsey's butt plug had been funny until I remembered Sam was Zoey's girlfriend. "It's not really a joke," Lindsey said as she got off the bed. She picked up her shirt from the floor a slipped it on. "Sam and I . . ." Lindsey stopped, looked at me for help I didn't have. "Sam came to visit me tonight."

Zoey stood in the doorway to the pass-thru bathroom, holding her toothbrush in one hand and the door jam in the other as she leaned in and saw Lindsey. "Visit how?" she asked.

"Like you think," Lindsey said in a soft, quiet voice and with a mournful, apologetic look on her face that I knew was heartfelt. I'm sure I wore the same expression on my face as I looked at Zoey because that's precisely how I felt, too. 

Zoey appeared to sag as her head tilted to one side and she asked a single word question, "Really?" 

Looking very pensive at telling the truth, Lindsey nodded. "I'm sorry."

"Why be sorry?" Zoey asked in a hurt sounding voice that was difficult to hear. "You didn't force her back to your room with a gun to her head, did you?" Lindsey shook her head. Somehow, Zoey found part of a smile to wear as she told Lindsey, "We're okay. I mean, you and me." She even kept a piece of that smile on her face when she looked at me. "Us too," she said. Looking like the quarterback who threw the game losing interception pass, Zoey turned and walked back into her room. She didn't bother to shut doors as she walked. "Fucking bitch!" she screamed and then she did slam the door to her room shut.

"What should we do?" I asked Lindsey as my heart poured out to Zoey.

"I don't think there's anything we can do," Lindsey said and then added words confused me but ones that made a lot of sense that night. "Brace ourselves?" We wound up sitting on her bed as she fretted about what had happened. "I didn't do it to hurt Zoey," she said, looking near tears. 

"I know," I said, pulling her head next to my shoulder and holding her while her tears started. 

"Zoey's too nice to get fucked up with Sam," she whined. I agreed. It was funny in an odd way because as much as I missed Zoey, I wasn't mad at Sam. I held Lindsey and we sat in quiet for a long time before she asked, "Do you think I did a bad thing?" 

"No," I said and knew as soon as I said it, I meant it. Lindsey didn't feel convinced. "Is what we do bad?" I asked. She said it wasn't. "What about what happened between Beth and me?" Again, she said it wasn't. "How about what happened between you and me and Zoey?" She shook her head another time and I knew she got my point without me asking about the foursome we had together. "I think it's either all wrong or none of it is wrong," I said and while we quietly sat there for a while longer I thought about those words and I knew I meant them. Unless there's a commitment, then where's the obligation? And even if there's a commitment, that doesn't mean there can't be an arrangement, does it? 

I guess it can go without saying that Lindsey and I didn't do anything that night. We took turns in the shower and I think we both took shorter showers than usual. The room still felt quiet the next morning, too. We went to breakfast together and I think it was a very good thing that it was Thursday and Sam's day off because I'm not sure how it would have felt to see Sam sitting there. During my classes on Thursday, I worried about Lindsey, Zoey and even Sam a little bit. I also thought a lot about the differences between being roommates, friends and lovers. I don't think roommates have to be friends and I don't think it screws things up if roommates become lovers any more than I think it screws things up for friends to become lovers, too. 

Before all this had started Lindsey and I were roommates more than we were friends. We were friendly to each other but it was as if we were hanging out with each other for any reason past being roommates. I had liked Lindsey as a person and respected her space. She had done the same thing for me, too. In a way, it felt as if we became lovers before we became friends because of how Zoey and I had seduced her that one day. I don't think that was a bad thing because I think it was how we bonded as friends. It's funny because the opposite had happened with Eric. It wasn't until I gave Eric and his roommate a thrill that things had gone south with Eric. 

Describing things with Zoey was harder because we went from barely knowing each to being intense lovers in a sexual sense of the word. It's confusing thinking about Zoey because so much had happened with her at once. I went from being straight to being something different than straight. I had discovered a new aspect of being a woman and even a new joy if I think about the butt play we did, too. We had bonded over sex first but that was really deep and profound in a way that's still difficult for me to analyze. Drawing Sam into things, I think, had been a celebration of sorts. I had felt as if we were on a journey of sexual discovery with Zoey. When she took up with Sam, while I felt left out, there was Lindsey and Beth in my world and in a big way, it felt as if the journey had continued. I like finding out about myself and even writing all this has been lots of fun because remembering it all and thinking about it and seeing how those weeks affected me in so many other ways (good ways!) for the rest of my life has been really, really interesting!

In some ways, Beth and Lindsey felt the same to me because I think sex with them happened the way it was supposed to happen between Zoey and me. Wow, this is going to be hard to explain! Beth first. I liked Beth. She was fun to sleep with, okay, have sex with and I liked her a lot. She was a different kind of person to me and I liked knowing her and sex with her was good, even if it didn't happen as many times as maybe I wished it had happened because Beth had such a cool vibe about her. But what I mean is, I could have sex with Beth and it was sex. It wasn't as meaningless as it had been with Eric or with Eric and Terrence but it was closer to that than anything else. Beth and I did it because we were attracted to each other and I think we knew we could do it without strings attached and that felt good. That's the part the feels the same about having sex with Lindsey. I knew Lindsey had a boyfriend back home and that was that. I knew she and I could have sex and have a lot of fun having sex, too, but that it wasn't going to get in the way of what she had going on with her boyfriend. The fact that Lindsey and I grew to be friends, too, didn't make the sex mean something more. It made the sex better because I think we understood it better. We were playing with sex even though we liked each as people and if none of that makes sense to you, I'm sorry, but I don't know how else to describe it. 

I don't know how much of all that I figured out during the day on Thursday but I'd like to think I understood most of it on one level or another. I think I knew Beth was sort of a fling that would never mean anything. I think I knew Lindsey was something more than a fling but would never be more than that because she had a boyfriend. That left me with Zoey who was seeing Sam, not me. As for Sam? I couldn't think of her as anything more than Zoey's girlfriend even if they refused to call themselves that. What I'm getting at is that by the time my classes were done on Thursday, I was in a pretty good spot mentally. I felt bad for Zoey and Sam because I knew Sam's actions were going to change things for them. 

The part of things I couldn't figure out was why Lindsey had wanted to be with Sam again. She had suggested that we should both do Sam and then, the first chance she got to be with Sam, Lindsey had taken it. On the surface, it felt as if Lindsey had a thing for Sam except that didn't make sense. She seemed to like being with me more than Sam. Was she trying to push Sam and me together? If that was her idea of matchmaking, she was really bad at it. If I had to choose between Zoey and Sam, I would take Zoey every day of the week. Couldn't Lindsey see that? Or maybe the idea of me being with Zoey intimidated her because if Zoey and I got together, maybe she was afraid she and I would stop having sex? Couldn't she see that Sam was the controlling one in the Zoey and Sam relationship? None of that made sense to me except to think Lindsey had a thing for ginger haired girls with fair skin and green eyes who were into anal. 

I was back in my room Thursday afternoon without any plans beyond doing some reading for class when there was a knock on the open bathroom door. It was Zoey. "Can we talk?" she asked, looking pensive.

"Sure," I said guessing from her demeanor that this was going to be another crying-fest like last night. I was lounging on my bed and I sat up to make room for her. She sat near the foot of the bed staring at her feet as they dangled over the edge of the bed. Zoey was so short that sometimes she looked funny when she was doing nothing more than sitting.

"I'm really not mad at Lindsey," she started, giving me a weak smile that looked as if she was auditioning it on her face than anything else. "What I don't understand is why they hooked up."

"I don't know," I said, holding back on my theory that Lindsey was doing a horrible job at playing matchmaker. "She said Sam was always flirting with her in the lunch line. Maybe it was their first chance to get together?"

"Do you think she likes Sam?" Zoey asked in that high school sort of way that some girls get stuck doing for the rest of their lives.

"I don't know," I admitted. "I don't think so, but maybe she has a thing for gingers?" It was one of my theories and it was the best I could do for Zoey. She smirked when I said that and I was glad to see a second smile so quickly from her. 

"So you think they just did it because they could? Sort of like you and Lindsey?" she asked. I nodded. It made some sense and fit the facts pretty well. Zoey seemed to think over the idea for a moment before asking, "So you're saying Lindsey's just a slut?"

"I am. Why shouldn't she be one, too?" I said with a little laugh that died quickly when I saw it wasn't being returned.

"You don't think I made you a slut?" Zoey asked with genuine concern on her face. "I mean, getting with Sam was my idea. And then I told all those lies to Lindsey because I thought it would be fun to do it with her, too. That's pretty slutty, isn't it?"

"I was a slut before I met you," I reminded her and I remember smiling without laughing because my little laugh hadn't gone anywhere. "It's sort of why I have a kid back home and don't get me started with how I play with guys." Zoey sort of giggled.

"Do you think I'm a lesbian?"

"Do you want to be?"

Zoey shrugged. "I really like girls."

"Meaning, you really like Sam?" I asked and I was surprised when she shook her head. It was a small gesture but it happened all the same. She sort of ended the shake of her head with another shrug.

"I don't know," she said. "I think I like the idea of Sam better than I like Sam, does that make sense?" It did to me and I nodded. I stayed quiet, which is something guys need to learn how to do more often when a girl is talking because sometimes girls need their space before they can say anything more and that's what happened with Zoey. "She wants to have sex like all the time."

"And that's a bad thing?" I asked, not interrupting but unable to stop myself, either. I'm like that and I said as much.

"I know and I like to have sex all the time, too, but I don't always want to do it with her."

Those words left me feeling stuck on stupid. Was she talking about playing with herself? Was she talking about having sex with other people? Was she jealous because Sam had had sex with Lindsey while Zoey had walked out on her chance to have sex with both Lindsey and me? I had no idea what she meant and maybe it was because I didn't have her problem? I don't know. I remember staying quiet, though, because I was hoping she would explain or say something else that made more sense.

"That makes me a bad person, doesn't it?" she asked which didn't let me off the hook with things.

"Am I a bad person?" I asked. She rolled her eyes as if I was being silly but I wasn't being silly because I meant it. "I'm serious. I like having sex all the time and I like doing it with lots of other people. I sort have always been that way. I don't think I can be in a serious relationship because of it. I mean, I can last for a little while in a one-on-one relationship but then I get wanting to have more fun than that, too. So, no, I don't think you're a bad person and if you are, you're not as bad as me."

"When I'm with someone, like with my boyfriends and we first start having sex I want it all the time and then after a week or two or something I get to where I still like having sex with him but I don't want to do it all the time with him because I know what's going to happen and it sort of gets boring."

While I didn't agree with her completely I knew what she meant and I also knew wasn't talking about her boyfriends. "That's how it is with Sam, isn't it?" I asked.

Zoey nodded. "Don't get me wrong, it's fun and it's nice and everything, but toys only go so far and we only have that big vibrator that's a lot of fun and even that gets boring after the tenth time you've had it up your butt that week." I had forgotten how Zoey said she would use that big vibrator up her ass and had even threatened to make me want it, too.

"Sam left here last night with Lindsey's toy up her butt," I blurted out. I don't know why I did, I just did.

"That bitch!" Zoey said, looking angry. "She knows how much I wanted us to get a pair of those!" She shook her head and then worked out last night's laughter. "That's why the two of you were laughing so hard last night, isn't it?" I nodded, impressed with how fast Zoey was to figure things out. "Was she still here when you came home last night?" I told Zoey about walking in on them and Sam scrambling for her clothes and how she would say anything to me when she ran out the door. "With Lindsey's toy?" she asked. I nodded. "Still up her butt, right?"

"I don't know where else it could have been," I said, trying to keep things serious. It didn't last when Zoey started smiling at the humor of it. 

"Make you wonder when she noticed it," Zoey said with the first real smile of the day still on her face. 

"I keep wondering how she's going to give it back," I admitted. Zoey agreed and we sat until our smiles faded which didn't take long. "Don't you usually spend Thursday afternoons with her?" I asked.

"Yeah, I might be hiding out on her by being over here instead if in my room."

"Lindsey feels really bad," I offered.

"I'm not mad at Lindsey. Hell, she just wanted a little ginger loving, right?"

"As far as I can tell," I agreed. 

"I like Lindsey," Zoey offered. I said I did, too and Zoey asked how much which led into a confusing explanation about stuff I already said about how Lindsey and I were friends with benefits and roommates but nothing more than that. Zoey said something about how she thought Lindsey enjoyed being submissive to me and I had to agree because it made sense, especially after what happened the other night before Zoey left. "I miss you," Zoey said after my sloppy explanation and I wasn't sure if she meant "you" as in "me" or "you" as in "Lindsey and me." 




Zoey and Me Ch. 10



"I had fun hanging out with you last night," I said because it felt like a good, neutral thing to say.

"Bullshit," Zoey laughed. "We were bored out of our mind!"

"I still had fun joking with you," I said. "I miss you."

"I miss you, too," Zoey said and she looked back at her feet hanging over the edge of my daybed. "I miss you a lot." I wasn't sure what to say back to her, so I stayed quiet, which turned out to be a good answer because she had more. "I miss kissing you and playing with your tits and teasing that narrow ass of yours."

"Oh really?" I asked, unsure what to make of that.

"I still can't believe you had sex with Beth without me."

"By the way, she's not hairy," I said since it was the first time I had a chance to set the record straight. Zoey looked surprised and I explained what Beth had told me. Zoey asked if Beth was fun and I told her how Beth was multi-orgasmic.

"Fuck, now I'm both jealous and horny," she complained. 

"Well, I can only fix one of those things," I blurted out and immediately wished I could pull the words back and swallow them.

"I was thinking about you today in class," she said with only a tiny glance at me before she took more of an interest in her feet again. She shook her head and I wouldn't let her off the hook. I told her to go on and she looked at me to say it. "Fine. I was thinking about how it would serve that bitch right if I had revenge sex with you." By bitch, I knew she meant Sam. I saw the way her eyes were watching for my reaction and I sighed. 

"I don't want to have revenge sex with you," I told her, keeping things as honest with her as I knew how to do. 

"That's okay," she said without looking disappointed. "I didn't think you would." She gave me an apologetic smile and I think it was something about that smile that prompted me to say what I said next. I didn't know I was going to say it. I didn't know it was in me to say until the words came out of my mouth.

"I'd rather have make-up sex with you."

Zoey stared at me with her pretty blue eyes and I saw her eyelashes flutter a couple times as she seemed to need a moment to take in what I had just said. I think I needed a moment to live with those words, too. "Okay, I wasn't expecting that," she smiled. "Care to explain?"

"Not really," I said with a stupid, goofy smile on my face as I looked around my dorm room trying to find something interesting to look at that wasn't Zoey. Why the fuck had I said that? Of all the crazy things, my eyes landed on the refrigerator where Kong stood just behind my blue butt toy. I kept staring at the refrigerator as I said what felt most right to me, it should also be written down in history as one of the stupidest things every said. "I miss seeing your toy on my refrigerator." When I looked back at her, I saw she was still smiling. I think she said something like, "Aw!" but I don't really remember. What I can remember most is seeing her still looking at me and that smile on her face as she tilted her head before her smile grew bigger.

"Katie, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were saying you want to do more than have sex with me," she suggested.

I tilted my head to match her tilt. "I think I want to mostly have sex with you," I said which should probably go down in history as the second stupidest thing every said even though I meant it. I did miss Zoey and I don't think that's been a secret through all these pages I've done such a poor job at writing. I don't know if it was because Zoey was my first woman or if it was because I liked her blue eyes and bubble butt or if it was because Zoey did a better job at making me smile than any other person of either gender had done up to that point in my life. 

"What happens if I kiss you right now?" she asked.

"I don't think you want to do that because I won't let you stop."

"What about when Lindsey comes home?"

"Yeah, what about it?" I asked and I was the one who kissed Zoey though she immediately kissed me back. Zoey was a wet and sloppy kisser and I realized two things as soon as our kissing began. The first thing I realized was how much I had missed feeling her wet and sloppy kisses against my lips. The second thing I realized was how Sam would probably miss them. "What about Sam?" I asked between kisses, even though we were already groping each other.

"What about her?" Zoey asked, already pushing up my shirt, reaching behind my back and undoing my bra.

I pulled away from her lips though our hands were still undressing each other which was such a funny thing to be doing. "Does this mean you're breaking up with her?" I asked as I tugged Zoey's t-shirt up and over her head.

"We were never girlfriends," she insisted, keeping my shirt on as she shoved both hands beneath my useless bra cups and tweaked both nipples at the same time. She stole a kiss from me. 

"Tell me this isn't revenge sex," I insisted, leaning back so she couldn't easily kiss me.

"It's make-up sex," she promised and she pulled me into her arms. I felt her bare back in my hands and knew I wanted this feeling with this woman as often as I could have it. 

Zoey and me kissed until we were naked and we fell first into a sixty-nine position which I think will always feel to me as if it's "our" position because we did it so many times. I remember pressing my face against her smooth pussy and tasting her again for the first time in too long. I remember feeling her tongue against me, immediately performing tight, tiny circles around my clit and it reminded me of how well she knew me. We came like that and came again before the urgency of the moment had passed enough for us to do anything else. 

I love kissing. I love kissing men and women. There's magic in a kiss that's found only in kissing. But that afternoon, on my bed, with the two of us laying on our sides and with my face pressed between Zoey's legs, I kissed, sucked, licked and lapped at her womanhood with a new kind of kiss that felt intimate and special in a way that still makes me smile. We were having sex. We were getting each other off. We were eating pussy, each other's pussy and we were determined to do for each other what any lover should when they go down on you: we were determined to get our partner off with our lips and tongues. There's an element to sixty-nine that builds from one person to the next. The more excited you get, the more you want to eat her pussy (or suck his dick, just to keep it real). The more you eat her pussy, the more you get the sense that they love the idea of eating yours, too. It's a symbiotic moment that can transcend the moment. For me, eating Zoey's pussy and feeling her eating mine felt as special and as intimate as best kiss I've ever received on my lips. 

I think we would have gone on in that sixty-nine position for days had I not had other urgencies inside of me. I wasn't the same Katie whom she had seduced weeks ago and I wanted her to know that. I squirmed away from her, I think confusing her, until I pushed her on her stomach and climbed between her legs. "Give me this ass," I insisted as I pulled up on her hips and pushed my mouth and tongue between her tanned, bubble buttcheeks and began eating her asshole with twice the intensity I had given Sam as I have described so many pages ago. I cupped her pussy, rubbed her clit and didn't stop eating her backside until she came while being sandwiched between my hand and my mouth. 

"Fuck that was intense," she purred, limp from her orgasm and I refused to give her a chance to rest. 

"Prove it," I said as I turned around and leaned on top of a stack of pillows at the foot of my bed and poked my backside at her. 

"Oh really?" she said as she moved on top of me. She was behind me and her hands were everywhere as she kissed both cheeks of my ass before I felt her tongue wiggling against my most private hole and teasing the hell out of me! "You've decided you like this?" she asked and nodded. She put a finger inside me and I pushed backwards. She added a second finger. "You like this a lot, don't you?"

"It's your fault," I groaned and I couldn't stand it anymore because she wasn't touching my pussy, only my ass. I reached between my legs and rubbed my pussy while she finger fucked my ass. She reached beneath me, cupped my breasts and pulled on my nipples until I came again. We were all kisses and giggles from there as we kissed, licked, suck and fingered each other in every way you could imagine for the rest of the afternoon. 

I don't think Zoey and I had realized how much time had passed until we heard the snicker sound of a keycard in the front door lock and Lindsey walked in. Zoey and I were a tangle of arms and crossed legs because we had been sitting and talking for a while before going at it again. "Hi honey, I'm home!" Lindsey called from the hallway. Zoey and I didn't budge and we waited with eager smiles for her to walk far enough into the room to see us. "I didn't realize we had company," Lindsey said with a big smile on her face the moment she saw us. "Should I come back later?"

"No," Zoey and I said at the same time and started laughing because of it. 

"Okay," Lindsey said, still smiling. She put down her book bag and sat on her bed, facing us. Her smile faltered a bit as she looked at Zoey and asked, "Are you mad at me?"

"No," Zoey said without her smile ever fading. "You're fine. Did you have fun last night?"

"Yeah, Sam's good. She's loves the butt, doesn't she?"

"Yeah she does," Zoey admitted. "Maybe too much. I hear she still has your toy?"

Lindsey nodded, looking solemn. "I can get a new one when I go home this weekend."

"Can you get two new ones?" Zoey asked, saying that she'd like to have one, too. I'm not sure why we found that funny, but we did. 

"I'm glad to see this," Lindsey said.

"I'm glad to feel this," Zoey said and she tweaked on of my nipples as she kissed me on the lips. There was a long pause as the three of us sat with big grins on our faces unsure what to say or do next.

"Well, if it's okay, I need to eat," Lindsey suggested, standing.

"Give us a chance to take a shower and we'll come with you," I offered.

"Can I come while you're in the shower?" Lindsey asked, looking at me. It was a great question because it told me immediately that things weren't going to get weird between her and me. Before I could answer, Zoey leaned over and whispered a suggestion in my ear that made a good idea even better.

"My girlfriend says you can do it only if you promise to wear my toy to dinner," I said and Zoey and I heard Lindsey clapping as we kissed once more before our shower, dinner and a new beginning.