Enjoy Dormant Desires by Lianna Ramone
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Dormant DesiresHer sweet, malleable roommate couldn't sleep again leading Gretchen Carmichael to put her apprehensions aside as she slipped into her dorm mate's bed. She didn't want to ruin a budding friendship, but she ached to touch and be touched, even for just one night.
Would the next few moments be the beginning of a night the two girls would remember always with nostalgia or would it spell the end of a still blooming friendship? Gretchen desperately hoped she was doing the right thing and that she and Lindsey Donovan could enjoy each other for a long, long, long time to come. **Please note: Lianna Ramone does not write for children. These stories are aimed at an adult audience of 18 or older and are in no way meant for delicate readers. |
Gretchen Carmichael hated herself for what she was about to do. Almost. The truth was she couldn’t deny her longings anymore. Night and day she’d lusted after her college roommate - for three months straight, she’d thought of little else and if she didn’t do something about it soon, she was going to burst.
She heard the loud expulsion of breath from the occupant in the bunk below her. The sweetest girl Gretchen had ever met in her entire life, Lindsey Donovan was extremely introverted and borderline phobicly shy. She was also malleable, and that’s where Gretchen’s apprehensions stepped in. Lindsey had never given her any indication she might be interested in switching sides for a while and she didn’t want to force her to do anything she didn’t want to do. Then again, she’d never given any indication she wouldn’t like to try it either. They’d been roommates for one-third of a year and still Gretchen didn’t know. Tonight, however, she was going to find out because her desire for her roommate refused to stay dormant any longer. Just one taste, one night of touching and feeling – maybe that would be enough to get it out of her system and move on, if it turned out that was what either of them wanted.
Gretchen pushed back her covers and prepared to swing to the bunk below. She knew Lindsey needed to relax. The girl always had trouble settling down and going to sleep after she returned from a weekend at home. Gretchen smiled. She’d be doing Lindsey a favor really, if she’d let her. The next few moments would be the beginning of a night the two girls would remember always with nostalgia or it would spell the ending of a still blooming friendship. Gretchen desperately hoped for the first, because as new as their relationship was, she hoped they’d be fast friends for a long, long, long time.
No more waiting, she slipped over the short railing of her upper bunk and swung herself onto the mattress behind Lindsey. This wasn’t overly uncommon. She’d often plopped down beside her friend to discuss things like school, or the weather. Even boys. That one always left Lindsey a bit giggly and red. She’d only gone on a couple of dates so far that Gretchen knew of, and those were always more group events. Gretchen’s brows drew down as she considered this new train of thought. She considered asking Lindsey why she didn’t date one-on-one but decided she needed to take care of her own issues first … the issue that was making her skin burn as she inched closer to the girl beside her.
“Can’t sleep?” An obvious conclusion, though it served to break the silence.
“Nah,” came the standard non-explanation answer.
“I thought maybe you might need to talk.” Right!
Lindsey shrugged. “Same old stuff. I’m starting to wonder why I ever bother going home.”
Gretchen knew the answer. Because, like everyone, Lindsey Donovan needed to be in a place where she might expect to feel loved, whether she actually got that when she was there or not.
“I’m sorry it didn’t go so well again.” Gretchen rolled on her side facing the darker haired of the two, slipped her hand beneath the bedding, and placed it atop Lindsey’s flat stomach. Through the sheer material, she could feel Lindsey catch her breath and hold it. Gretchen waited. Slowly the breath was let out again. Gretchen could almost imagine the thoughts running around in the other girl’s head, but… she didn’t tell her to move it. That was a first step.
Slow, Gretchen. Take it easy, she told herself. The space between her own legs throbbed. She wanted nothing more than to reach down and touch herself. She knew it would be wet with need and had to stifle the moan that came with that thought. She didn’t want to scare Lindsey before she really got started. Instead she moved closer, pressing a gentle kiss to the shoulder bared to her by the cotton tank of her roommate’s pajama set. It was the softest pink, almost like a rose petal. Virginal, she thought. She wondered if Lindsey was a virgin, not that it mattered. She wasn’t going to take that away from her if she was. Not in the conventional sense anyway. Not in the way her boyfriend back home had taken hers. Thinking about Jack only heightened her need for her roommate. That, and the fact that the kiss had been unthwarted empowered the bold redhead to move on. She inched her hand upward and smiled at the pebbled nipple she felt through the garment, marveled at the way Lindsey’s breath became even more ragged and uneven as she tracked her finger around the areola. A thumb dragged across the tip of her roommate’s breast elicited her first moan and before she could stop herself, Gretchen had her mouth covering Lindsey’s breast, suckling her through the flimsy fabric.
“Oh! Oh!” Lindsey’s hands were in the red mass atop Gretchen’s head, and for a moment, Gretchen was afraid she was going to push her away. Instead, Lindsey held on for dear life and arched into her, pressing her breast tighter into her eager mouth. She sucked and licked through the material until she could stand it no more and ripped her mouth away from the panting Lindsey only long enough to push her shirt upwards. She wanted flesh. She wanted to taste her, feel her. Raw. Mouth to…
If she kept this up, Lindsey wasn’t going to last long enough for her to get between her legs and that’s a place she desperately wanted to be. With effort, she slowed her suckling, savoring every feel of the puckered nipple, loving how her tongue on that darkened area made her roommate nearly squeal. No wonder men seduced young, naïve women. This was heavenly, heady.
As if she was an expert at what she was doing, she hooked her thumb into the back of Lindsey’s pajama shorts and whisked them down those long, shapely legs along with Lindsey’s silk panties. Sometime soon she’d like to lick Lindsey through those silk garments while her finger dipped beneath the lace covered elastic and slipped inside her. But not now. Now she simply wanted her mouth, unhindered, over that area that she knew would be so moist, so deliciously intoxicating. God, she wished she was a man with a big dick she could slam into that warm, wet pussy! She’d pretend her tongue was just that, fucking her friend with her tongue, lapping up her juices when she came all over her face.
“Hurry!”
Lindsey’s urgent plea surprised her, spurred her to move. The girl was practically pushing her head down, wanting her to lick her. Yes! The excitement was almost too much for her. Lindsey wanted her!
“Oh, baby. I want you,” she heard her own husky voice as she dropped kisses below Lindsey’s perfectly shaped breast, down to her belly button where she was honored with a deep moan when her tongue dipped inside. Onward she traveled, trying not to go too fast, yet not wanting to prologue giving them each exactly what they both wanted. Torture, she thought. Jack had always said foreplay was sheer torture. He was right.
She moved down, reveling in the feel of the hair on the other girl’s mound. It was soft, downy and it tickled Gretchen’s chin and lips as she glided over it to get her first taste of that sweet nectar that only a lust-filled woman produces. Lindsey tensed when her tongue first lashed out and brushed against her engorged nub. Gretchen’s tongue nudged the other girl’s sex to give her a moment in case this wasn’t really what she wanted to do. She supposed if Lindsey said no, she’d have to respect her desires whether she liked it or not. She waited, taking her cue to continue from the slight upward press of Lindsey’s hips. This girl had her ways of letting Gretchen know she wanted what she could give her. Again, she felt empowered and wanted desperately to give Lindsey the experience of a lifetime.
One arm stretched upward, she massaged the nipple that hardened with arousal while her other hand slipped beneath her own chin to massage the sensitive zone right below Lindsey’s dripping vagina. Gretchen wasn’t sure if it was saliva or pre-cum and she didn’t really care. The feel of that slick moisture covering her fingers only served to spur her on. Slowly, deliberately, she circled Lindsey’s twitching canal with a single finger while her tongue explored every fold she could find. Lindsey danced beneath her, her hips bucking as she thrust herself against Gretchen’s face. Gretchen pulled her hand back and opened her mouth wide covering Lindsey’s engorged sex with her mouth, sucking the juices like she might die if she didn’t get them into her. And then, without warning, she thrust her tongue as deep into her roommate as she could go. Lindsey squealed with delight and began a slow, rhythmic dance of thrust upon thrust.
“Yes,” the darker haired girl whispered, her head moving from side to side, her hips gyrating. Gretchen squeezed her nipple and Lindsey moaned. She did it again and Lindsey’s legs opened wider. She began to pant, sounding almost as if she were running. Her friend was close to coming. Gretchen recognized the signs. She picked up her pace, moved her head from side to side, her nose rubbing the engorged nub of Lindsey’s clitoris. She abandoned Lindsey’s breast, that hand moving down to take up the rubbing while she gently pressed against Lindsey’s ass with the pointer finger of the other hand. She had no intention of going there, at least not that night, but she knew it would all intensify Lindsey’s orgasm. And she wanted her to have the best. So she pressed, and rubbed, and thrust, and tongue fucked her friend into oblivion. And right before Lindsey came, Gretchen moved her juice-laden fingers up and into her friend’s mouth to stifle the scream she knew Lindsey would be unable to control. Lindsey sucked with all her might, her tongue running over Gretchen’s fingers in a way that she’d never felt before. She continued even after her own body had released and she’d begun to relax, her vagina still twitching against Gretchen’s mouth.
Even as Gretchen kissed that velvety, cum-soaked flesh one last time, Lindsey continued to suck. Gretchen could feel her own pussy pulsating with need. She’d almost come when Lindsey had, especially when the sucking had begun. But she’d held on, hopeful…
She kissed Lindsey’s thigh, her mound, flat stomach, the rounded swell of her breast, her shoulder, the neck that Lindsey exposed for her… She lifted her head and looked into Lindsey’s dark blue eyes marveling at the contentment they held. It took everything she had not to utter the words she felt… I love you. She wanted desperately to say them, so much so that it shocked her and she momentarily forgot about her needs.
And then Lindsey touched her. No finesse, no hesitation, her hand was between Gretchen’s legs and she was pushing her roommate to her back. Gretchen smiled as Lindsey’s mouth descended upon hers, fingers exploring without reluctance. She liked this bolder side of her roommate, loved the feel of her tongue tracing her lips, gently demanding entrance into her mouth. Gretchen relaxed her lips, opening them just enough for Lindsey’s tongue to slip through before she began to stroke Lindsey’s tongue with her own. Lindsey moaned against her mouth, her fingers plunging inside, she wiggled the digits causing Gretchen to answer with a moan of her own.
“I want to taste you,” Lindsey whispered as she pulled her face back just enough to slip her wet fingers between their lips. “You taste sweet. Taste it.” She didn’t have to say the words, Gretchen was already licking the slicked hand, her tongue finding Lindsey’s between the fingers as they devoured her wetness like starved lovers.
“I want more. I want to taste you like you did me.” Lindsey wasted no time slipping down and positioning herself much as Gretchen had for her feast, though she hesitated before touching her friend.
“Are you okay?” Gretchen lifted her upper body on her elbows to stare down, letting her legs fall open farther in a rather blatant begging plea.
Lindsey half laughed. “I don’t really know what I’m doing. I don’t want to do it wrong.” She bit at her lower lip, looking up at her friend, the desire to please burning bright in her eyes.
“You can’t mess this up, Linds. Just … touch me. Please.” Balancing her weight on one arm, she reached down to stroke the flawless cheek of the face between her legs, letting her fingers linger on Lindsey’s chin before she touched herself then put her fingers to Lindsey’s lips. “Just do what you’ve been doing. I’m so wet for you… I want you, Lindsey. I want you to want me…”
“I do!” Lindsey interrupted. “I just want to pleasure you as perfectly as you pleasured me. I just…”
“It’s not about perfection, baby. There’s no right and wrong.” She hated Lindsey’s parents in that second for making her feel she always had to be the best at everything and berating her if she was not. “I love what you’re doing, how you’re making me feel.” She wound her hand into Lindsey’s brown waves and urged her face toward her wide open slit. “Please, baby. Make me come for you.”
She could feel Lindsey blow out the breath she’d obviously been holding. She nodded, her lips tickling the velvety flesh outside Gretchen’s shaved opening. She wasn’t a total shaver, but she did like the feel of her panties rubbing against a bald slit, not to mention the feel of Jack’s hair around his dick and now Lindsey’s sweet mouth. She groaned, thrusting upward so that she was firmly against Lindsey’s mouth.
“Help me, baby. I’m about to explode. I want to do it in your mouth, on your tongue. Lick me, baby. Please, just lick me.”
She didn’t have to ask again as the last shred of Lindsey’s moment of inhibition vanished and she began to lick. Her tongue gliding around Gretchen’s sex. She traveled up one side of Gretchen’s swollen clitoris, paused to massage the nub, nearly driving Gretchen to release, before she began to work her way down the other side not stopping until she’d circled her gushing vagina at least three times.
“Tell me what you want, Gretchen,” she whispered against her friend, her tongue running up and down the tender opening, but not moving inside.
“You know what I want! Fuck me with your tongue! Fuck…me,” Gretchen groaned the words. She’d long since collapsed on the pillow, both hands firmly entwined in Lindsey’s dark hair as she thrust herself against her friend’s face. “I’m gonna die, baby, if you don’t make me come!” She moaned, rubbing herself against Lindsey’s face, wishing she could force her friend to give her what she wanted. Lindsey may not know what she was doing, but she was doing a hell of a job if this was her first real stint at sexual torment.
“Like this…” Lindsey’s voice was teasing as she thrust her tongue deep into Gretchen’s waiting pussy, then laughed when her friend clamped down on her tongue. “You like that, huh?” she asked without removing her tongue making her sound funny. Gretchen would have laughed at any other time, but at that moment, she just wanted to release her cum and both hated and loved the fact that she was at Lindsey’s mercy.
“Faster, Linds. Go faster. Harder. Oh!” She convulsed as Lindsey obliged, allowing her to climax at last, continuing to plunge her tongue deep into her until Gretchen’s hips quit bucking.
“I love how you taste,” Lindsey whispered, taking one more lick of Gretchen’s still twitching vagina before moving back up to lay beside her friend.
They were quiet for a moment, laying naked beside each other in nearly the same position as they’d begun.
“I love you, Lindsey,” Gretchen whispered after Lindsey reached over and took her roommate’s hand. They wound their fingers together and Lindsey squeezed Gretchen’s hand in response.
“I love you, too,” she said as she rolled over and snuggled next to her friend. She pulled the blankets up over them and kissed her naked shoulder.
“I was so concerned you’d think I was a creep for wanting to do that,” Gretchen told her, turning her face to look at her friend in the dark.
Lindsey was quiet for a few seconds before she nodded. “The truth is, I never thought about doing anything like this, until I met you.” She put her arm across Gretchen’s bare stomach to tighten their bodies together even more. “But ever since we met…”
“I know! Me either,” Gretchen answered her, turning slightly into Lindsey’s embrace. “You were really good, Lindsey. I mean it. Really good,” she added for emphasis.
Even in the darkened room she could see her comment delighted her roommate. Never before had she been so glad to have taken a chance on something she’d been so unsure of. Lindsey needed to be wanted and praised. That was something Gretchen could definitely do, with pleasure.
A few moments of comfortable silent followed before Gretchen reached up to stroke the hair away from her roommate’s face. “Think you’ll be able to sleep now?"
Lindsey giggled quietly. “Unless you can think of something better to do.” She began to caress Gretchen’s breast, the nipple pebbling immediately at her touch. “Is it true that women can come more than once in a very short amount of time? I’ve always heard that it is.”
Gretchen covered Lindsey’s hand with her own and slowly urged it down between her legs. “Let’s find the answer to that one together, shall we?”
“I’d love to. But maybe we could do it this way.” She crawled under the blankets, her head pointing downward as she moved atop her friend, her own sex hovering just inches above Gretchen’s face.
Gretchen laughed and playfully nipped her friend’s growing clitoris. “I think I’ve created a monster,” she laughed again before kissing Lindsey’s already moistening slit. “Not that I mind,” she added as Lindsey pushed her roommate’s legs apart and began her own onslaught of kisses.
She smiled before getting lost in the moment, forever thankful she’d taken a chance. She had no way of knowing how their relationship would play out. This may be nothing more than a passing fancy or a schoolgirl crush, though she doubted it. It felt too right. She had the feeling this was a phase of their friendship that the two girls would enjoy for a very long time.
She heard the loud expulsion of breath from the occupant in the bunk below her. The sweetest girl Gretchen had ever met in her entire life, Lindsey Donovan was extremely introverted and borderline phobicly shy. She was also malleable, and that’s where Gretchen’s apprehensions stepped in. Lindsey had never given her any indication she might be interested in switching sides for a while and she didn’t want to force her to do anything she didn’t want to do. Then again, she’d never given any indication she wouldn’t like to try it either. They’d been roommates for one-third of a year and still Gretchen didn’t know. Tonight, however, she was going to find out because her desire for her roommate refused to stay dormant any longer. Just one taste, one night of touching and feeling – maybe that would be enough to get it out of her system and move on, if it turned out that was what either of them wanted.
Gretchen pushed back her covers and prepared to swing to the bunk below. She knew Lindsey needed to relax. The girl always had trouble settling down and going to sleep after she returned from a weekend at home. Gretchen smiled. She’d be doing Lindsey a favor really, if she’d let her. The next few moments would be the beginning of a night the two girls would remember always with nostalgia or it would spell the ending of a still blooming friendship. Gretchen desperately hoped for the first, because as new as their relationship was, she hoped they’d be fast friends for a long, long, long time.
No more waiting, she slipped over the short railing of her upper bunk and swung herself onto the mattress behind Lindsey. This wasn’t overly uncommon. She’d often plopped down beside her friend to discuss things like school, or the weather. Even boys. That one always left Lindsey a bit giggly and red. She’d only gone on a couple of dates so far that Gretchen knew of, and those were always more group events. Gretchen’s brows drew down as she considered this new train of thought. She considered asking Lindsey why she didn’t date one-on-one but decided she needed to take care of her own issues first … the issue that was making her skin burn as she inched closer to the girl beside her.
“Can’t sleep?” An obvious conclusion, though it served to break the silence.
“Nah,” came the standard non-explanation answer.
“I thought maybe you might need to talk.” Right!
Lindsey shrugged. “Same old stuff. I’m starting to wonder why I ever bother going home.”
Gretchen knew the answer. Because, like everyone, Lindsey Donovan needed to be in a place where she might expect to feel loved, whether she actually got that when she was there or not.
“I’m sorry it didn’t go so well again.” Gretchen rolled on her side facing the darker haired of the two, slipped her hand beneath the bedding, and placed it atop Lindsey’s flat stomach. Through the sheer material, she could feel Lindsey catch her breath and hold it. Gretchen waited. Slowly the breath was let out again. Gretchen could almost imagine the thoughts running around in the other girl’s head, but… she didn’t tell her to move it. That was a first step.
Slow, Gretchen. Take it easy, she told herself. The space between her own legs throbbed. She wanted nothing more than to reach down and touch herself. She knew it would be wet with need and had to stifle the moan that came with that thought. She didn’t want to scare Lindsey before she really got started. Instead she moved closer, pressing a gentle kiss to the shoulder bared to her by the cotton tank of her roommate’s pajama set. It was the softest pink, almost like a rose petal. Virginal, she thought. She wondered if Lindsey was a virgin, not that it mattered. She wasn’t going to take that away from her if she was. Not in the conventional sense anyway. Not in the way her boyfriend back home had taken hers. Thinking about Jack only heightened her need for her roommate. That, and the fact that the kiss had been unthwarted empowered the bold redhead to move on. She inched her hand upward and smiled at the pebbled nipple she felt through the garment, marveled at the way Lindsey’s breath became even more ragged and uneven as she tracked her finger around the areola. A thumb dragged across the tip of her roommate’s breast elicited her first moan and before she could stop herself, Gretchen had her mouth covering Lindsey’s breast, suckling her through the flimsy fabric.
“Oh! Oh!” Lindsey’s hands were in the red mass atop Gretchen’s head, and for a moment, Gretchen was afraid she was going to push her away. Instead, Lindsey held on for dear life and arched into her, pressing her breast tighter into her eager mouth. She sucked and licked through the material until she could stand it no more and ripped her mouth away from the panting Lindsey only long enough to push her shirt upwards. She wanted flesh. She wanted to taste her, feel her. Raw. Mouth to…
If she kept this up, Lindsey wasn’t going to last long enough for her to get between her legs and that’s a place she desperately wanted to be. With effort, she slowed her suckling, savoring every feel of the puckered nipple, loving how her tongue on that darkened area made her roommate nearly squeal. No wonder men seduced young, naïve women. This was heavenly, heady.
As if she was an expert at what she was doing, she hooked her thumb into the back of Lindsey’s pajama shorts and whisked them down those long, shapely legs along with Lindsey’s silk panties. Sometime soon she’d like to lick Lindsey through those silk garments while her finger dipped beneath the lace covered elastic and slipped inside her. But not now. Now she simply wanted her mouth, unhindered, over that area that she knew would be so moist, so deliciously intoxicating. God, she wished she was a man with a big dick she could slam into that warm, wet pussy! She’d pretend her tongue was just that, fucking her friend with her tongue, lapping up her juices when she came all over her face.
“Hurry!”
Lindsey’s urgent plea surprised her, spurred her to move. The girl was practically pushing her head down, wanting her to lick her. Yes! The excitement was almost too much for her. Lindsey wanted her!
“Oh, baby. I want you,” she heard her own husky voice as she dropped kisses below Lindsey’s perfectly shaped breast, down to her belly button where she was honored with a deep moan when her tongue dipped inside. Onward she traveled, trying not to go too fast, yet not wanting to prologue giving them each exactly what they both wanted. Torture, she thought. Jack had always said foreplay was sheer torture. He was right.
She moved down, reveling in the feel of the hair on the other girl’s mound. It was soft, downy and it tickled Gretchen’s chin and lips as she glided over it to get her first taste of that sweet nectar that only a lust-filled woman produces. Lindsey tensed when her tongue first lashed out and brushed against her engorged nub. Gretchen’s tongue nudged the other girl’s sex to give her a moment in case this wasn’t really what she wanted to do. She supposed if Lindsey said no, she’d have to respect her desires whether she liked it or not. She waited, taking her cue to continue from the slight upward press of Lindsey’s hips. This girl had her ways of letting Gretchen know she wanted what she could give her. Again, she felt empowered and wanted desperately to give Lindsey the experience of a lifetime.
One arm stretched upward, she massaged the nipple that hardened with arousal while her other hand slipped beneath her own chin to massage the sensitive zone right below Lindsey’s dripping vagina. Gretchen wasn’t sure if it was saliva or pre-cum and she didn’t really care. The feel of that slick moisture covering her fingers only served to spur her on. Slowly, deliberately, she circled Lindsey’s twitching canal with a single finger while her tongue explored every fold she could find. Lindsey danced beneath her, her hips bucking as she thrust herself against Gretchen’s face. Gretchen pulled her hand back and opened her mouth wide covering Lindsey’s engorged sex with her mouth, sucking the juices like she might die if she didn’t get them into her. And then, without warning, she thrust her tongue as deep into her roommate as she could go. Lindsey squealed with delight and began a slow, rhythmic dance of thrust upon thrust.
“Yes,” the darker haired girl whispered, her head moving from side to side, her hips gyrating. Gretchen squeezed her nipple and Lindsey moaned. She did it again and Lindsey’s legs opened wider. She began to pant, sounding almost as if she were running. Her friend was close to coming. Gretchen recognized the signs. She picked up her pace, moved her head from side to side, her nose rubbing the engorged nub of Lindsey’s clitoris. She abandoned Lindsey’s breast, that hand moving down to take up the rubbing while she gently pressed against Lindsey’s ass with the pointer finger of the other hand. She had no intention of going there, at least not that night, but she knew it would all intensify Lindsey’s orgasm. And she wanted her to have the best. So she pressed, and rubbed, and thrust, and tongue fucked her friend into oblivion. And right before Lindsey came, Gretchen moved her juice-laden fingers up and into her friend’s mouth to stifle the scream she knew Lindsey would be unable to control. Lindsey sucked with all her might, her tongue running over Gretchen’s fingers in a way that she’d never felt before. She continued even after her own body had released and she’d begun to relax, her vagina still twitching against Gretchen’s mouth.
Even as Gretchen kissed that velvety, cum-soaked flesh one last time, Lindsey continued to suck. Gretchen could feel her own pussy pulsating with need. She’d almost come when Lindsey had, especially when the sucking had begun. But she’d held on, hopeful…
She kissed Lindsey’s thigh, her mound, flat stomach, the rounded swell of her breast, her shoulder, the neck that Lindsey exposed for her… She lifted her head and looked into Lindsey’s dark blue eyes marveling at the contentment they held. It took everything she had not to utter the words she felt… I love you. She wanted desperately to say them, so much so that it shocked her and she momentarily forgot about her needs.
And then Lindsey touched her. No finesse, no hesitation, her hand was between Gretchen’s legs and she was pushing her roommate to her back. Gretchen smiled as Lindsey’s mouth descended upon hers, fingers exploring without reluctance. She liked this bolder side of her roommate, loved the feel of her tongue tracing her lips, gently demanding entrance into her mouth. Gretchen relaxed her lips, opening them just enough for Lindsey’s tongue to slip through before she began to stroke Lindsey’s tongue with her own. Lindsey moaned against her mouth, her fingers plunging inside, she wiggled the digits causing Gretchen to answer with a moan of her own.
“I want to taste you,” Lindsey whispered as she pulled her face back just enough to slip her wet fingers between their lips. “You taste sweet. Taste it.” She didn’t have to say the words, Gretchen was already licking the slicked hand, her tongue finding Lindsey’s between the fingers as they devoured her wetness like starved lovers.
“I want more. I want to taste you like you did me.” Lindsey wasted no time slipping down and positioning herself much as Gretchen had for her feast, though she hesitated before touching her friend.
“Are you okay?” Gretchen lifted her upper body on her elbows to stare down, letting her legs fall open farther in a rather blatant begging plea.
Lindsey half laughed. “I don’t really know what I’m doing. I don’t want to do it wrong.” She bit at her lower lip, looking up at her friend, the desire to please burning bright in her eyes.
“You can’t mess this up, Linds. Just … touch me. Please.” Balancing her weight on one arm, she reached down to stroke the flawless cheek of the face between her legs, letting her fingers linger on Lindsey’s chin before she touched herself then put her fingers to Lindsey’s lips. “Just do what you’ve been doing. I’m so wet for you… I want you, Lindsey. I want you to want me…”
“I do!” Lindsey interrupted. “I just want to pleasure you as perfectly as you pleasured me. I just…”
“It’s not about perfection, baby. There’s no right and wrong.” She hated Lindsey’s parents in that second for making her feel she always had to be the best at everything and berating her if she was not. “I love what you’re doing, how you’re making me feel.” She wound her hand into Lindsey’s brown waves and urged her face toward her wide open slit. “Please, baby. Make me come for you.”
She could feel Lindsey blow out the breath she’d obviously been holding. She nodded, her lips tickling the velvety flesh outside Gretchen’s shaved opening. She wasn’t a total shaver, but she did like the feel of her panties rubbing against a bald slit, not to mention the feel of Jack’s hair around his dick and now Lindsey’s sweet mouth. She groaned, thrusting upward so that she was firmly against Lindsey’s mouth.
“Help me, baby. I’m about to explode. I want to do it in your mouth, on your tongue. Lick me, baby. Please, just lick me.”
She didn’t have to ask again as the last shred of Lindsey’s moment of inhibition vanished and she began to lick. Her tongue gliding around Gretchen’s sex. She traveled up one side of Gretchen’s swollen clitoris, paused to massage the nub, nearly driving Gretchen to release, before she began to work her way down the other side not stopping until she’d circled her gushing vagina at least three times.
“Tell me what you want, Gretchen,” she whispered against her friend, her tongue running up and down the tender opening, but not moving inside.
“You know what I want! Fuck me with your tongue! Fuck…me,” Gretchen groaned the words. She’d long since collapsed on the pillow, both hands firmly entwined in Lindsey’s dark hair as she thrust herself against her friend’s face. “I’m gonna die, baby, if you don’t make me come!” She moaned, rubbing herself against Lindsey’s face, wishing she could force her friend to give her what she wanted. Lindsey may not know what she was doing, but she was doing a hell of a job if this was her first real stint at sexual torment.
“Like this…” Lindsey’s voice was teasing as she thrust her tongue deep into Gretchen’s waiting pussy, then laughed when her friend clamped down on her tongue. “You like that, huh?” she asked without removing her tongue making her sound funny. Gretchen would have laughed at any other time, but at that moment, she just wanted to release her cum and both hated and loved the fact that she was at Lindsey’s mercy.
“Faster, Linds. Go faster. Harder. Oh!” She convulsed as Lindsey obliged, allowing her to climax at last, continuing to plunge her tongue deep into her until Gretchen’s hips quit bucking.
“I love how you taste,” Lindsey whispered, taking one more lick of Gretchen’s still twitching vagina before moving back up to lay beside her friend.
They were quiet for a moment, laying naked beside each other in nearly the same position as they’d begun.
“I love you, Lindsey,” Gretchen whispered after Lindsey reached over and took her roommate’s hand. They wound their fingers together and Lindsey squeezed Gretchen’s hand in response.
“I love you, too,” she said as she rolled over and snuggled next to her friend. She pulled the blankets up over them and kissed her naked shoulder.
“I was so concerned you’d think I was a creep for wanting to do that,” Gretchen told her, turning her face to look at her friend in the dark.
Lindsey was quiet for a few seconds before she nodded. “The truth is, I never thought about doing anything like this, until I met you.” She put her arm across Gretchen’s bare stomach to tighten their bodies together even more. “But ever since we met…”
“I know! Me either,” Gretchen answered her, turning slightly into Lindsey’s embrace. “You were really good, Lindsey. I mean it. Really good,” she added for emphasis.
Even in the darkened room she could see her comment delighted her roommate. Never before had she been so glad to have taken a chance on something she’d been so unsure of. Lindsey needed to be wanted and praised. That was something Gretchen could definitely do, with pleasure.
A few moments of comfortable silent followed before Gretchen reached up to stroke the hair away from her roommate’s face. “Think you’ll be able to sleep now?"
Lindsey giggled quietly. “Unless you can think of something better to do.” She began to caress Gretchen’s breast, the nipple pebbling immediately at her touch. “Is it true that women can come more than once in a very short amount of time? I’ve always heard that it is.”
Gretchen covered Lindsey’s hand with her own and slowly urged it down between her legs. “Let’s find the answer to that one together, shall we?”
“I’d love to. But maybe we could do it this way.” She crawled under the blankets, her head pointing downward as she moved atop her friend, her own sex hovering just inches above Gretchen’s face.
Gretchen laughed and playfully nipped her friend’s growing clitoris. “I think I’ve created a monster,” she laughed again before kissing Lindsey’s already moistening slit. “Not that I mind,” she added as Lindsey pushed her roommate’s legs apart and began her own onslaught of kisses.
She smiled before getting lost in the moment, forever thankful she’d taken a chance. She had no way of knowing how their relationship would play out. This may be nothing more than a passing fancy or a schoolgirl crush, though she doubted it. It felt too right. She had the feeling this was a phase of their friendship that the two girls would enjoy for a very long time.