[First Time] My First Lesbian Kiss

[shkshkshk]

All girls’ dorms lend themselves well to sexual experimentation. Crimes of opportunity, if not passion. However, for an insecure, closeted type like I was, the experience was both torture and an all-you-can-eat buffet.

Through my first roommate, I made friends with her friends. We fumbled with boundaries and preferences but we knew our sexual power. Older men, awkward teenage boys, and the occasional teacher made for crushes, teases, and impulsive blowjobs. We discussed technique, birth control, and how the cocks and cum we’d experienced so far compared to each other. Our core group of four friends got comfortable to the point of browsing porn together, generally with running Mystery Science Theater 3000-style commentary. However, I found myself oh so casually suggesting, “..hm, what about that lesbian category… maybe click on that.”

I wasn’t attracted to my roommate, although she was conventionally pretty. She regularly sat around in her towel after a shower, chatting on the computer or the phone with her boyfriend who lived in another dorm. Most nights, she’d disappear under the comforter for phone sex. This gave our room a certain perpetual smell. The other smell was of Chinese food. She’d order a family size portion of General Tso’s and then keep it in her desk drawer for easy access. Her desk and bed were arranged so that she could sit on the end of the bed to type and eat simultaneously. She hated doing laundry and even raided my closet a few times while I was asleep for something clean to wear to class. I felt like I was living with a horny teenage boy, between the constant masturbation, dirty dishes, and smell. All that being said, I liked her friendship, as much as we fought at times. I just didn’t want to fuck her.

Her best friend lived across the hall from us.

This girl was fiercely intelligent and hard-working, so she churned out work without procrastination. As a result, she had far too much free time to not go looking for mischief. She was a little bit tomboyish with a thick, black pixie cut. She tended to wear loose t-shirts with no bra, slim cut khakis, and knock-off Birkenstocks. Her body was naturally slim and firm, with an olive complexion and permanently erect nipples. Her breasts were small and high, smooth curves around dark points.

She would stay over late and sometimes fall asleep in our oversized bean bag. One particular night, I’d sat down first and she flopped across me because I was in her usual spot. I froze and tried to continue talking normally. I was afraid that any comment on the situation would end it. I have no memory of the movie we were watching that night. My roommate was in her typical place at the end of her bed. Eventually, the movie ended and the best friend got up. I crawled into my loft and tried to smooth the “straight” veneer I’d been hiding beneath for so long. But she followed. I froze again and she straddled me. We were both fully clothed but my brain imploded. My roommate stood up and was going to get some water before bed. She laughed and said, “From over here, the angle makes it look like you’re straddling her!” I mentally strangled her but the best friend said, “Uh, I am.” We got a funny look but my roommate left and the best friend wanted to cuddle. The light was already off because of the movie. I spooned her, us both lying on our right sides, and stroked her hair. My fingertips lightly brushed small circles against her scalp. I was so hyper aware, I could feel each black hair individually. They were coarser than mine but glossy and smelled like vanilla shampoo. Her t-shirt was old and soft. I chanced changing my motion to follow her neck to shoulder and past the end of t-shirt sleeve to caress the skin of her arm. Her muscles were relaxed. I don’t know how. It was all I could do keep my breathing under control. She must have been able to feel my heart beat as she pressed her back into my chest.

My roommate returned and flopped into her own bed. She just said a tentative, “good night.” The girl was well-known for her ability to sleep through anything, including the two alarms she set for morning classes. After 15 minutes or so, the best friend said the roommate’s name. She said it again more loudly, twice, and got no response.

The room seemed to be a blazing 40 degrees. I was so flushed from ears to toes and breathing shakily, as I tried to temper my excitement. She rolled over and our faces were inches apart. My very full, soft breasts filled the gap and pressed against her firm ones through our t-shirts. I have never hated a shirt as much as I hated that fucking t-shirt just then. I was wearing a souvenir shirt from Key West or someplace like that. It had a solid sailboat design on the front, done in a slightly puffy paint. The effect was a goddamn suit of armor, a chastity belt for tits.
We talked in low tones about how neither of us had ever done anything like this before, about how hot it was in the room, and god knows what else. She was clearly getting more nervous and rambling about nothing like I was. We started joking about whose fault the heat was. Finally, around 2am, I touched her face and very carefully put my lips to hers. My tongue parted her lips and traced against them. I clearly remember thinking how perfect and straight each tooth felt as I explored her mouth, imprinting every detail permanently onto my memory. Instinct took over and we melted into each other’s arms, writhing bodies, and felt each other all over, on top of our clothes. Between her legs felt warm and damp as she ground her crotch against the leg I’d slid between hers. She commented that she couldn’t feel through my t-shirt very well and slid her right hand up underneath the fabric. My breath caught and I said that I wasn’t comfortable going that far. A split second later, I regretted having said it. I still don’t know why I said it. I WAS ACTUALLY VERY COMFORTABLE INDEED OH GOD MORE PLEASE. Fucking brain.

Eventually, panting and hot, we both rolled onto our backs and fell asleep. She slipped out about 6 or 7, I think.
Around noon that day, I finally woke up, intending to make it to the dining hall for lunch. My roommate was also waking up and groaned, “I haaaaaaate you.”

I said, “Why?”

“You guys kept me awake forever.” She mimicked a falsetto and said, “Nooooo, you’re hotter. Nooooo, YOU’RE hotter.” I was suddenly very awake. This was a part of the ridiculous rambling and joking the best friend and I had done earlier. While the roommate was apparently NOT asleep.

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” I said, beginning to freak out.

“Well, I thought you were straight but then it seemed like you weren’t, so I didn’t want to ruin your moment.” I didn’t know what to say as this was both one of the most thoughtful and the most horrifying things anyone had ever said to me.

The next 24 hours were a blur. She outed me to the rest of our friends, which could have been terrible but they were all supportive and it was honestly a relief. The roommate just said that it was kind of weird for her roommate and best friend to be hooking up. And then she said, “I didn’t waste it though.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it was kind of hot.”

“You didn’t.”

“What was I supposed to do? It’s your fault the whole thing happened.”

“You didn’t.”

“It’s your fault.” So, it was now clear that my dirty, horny roommate had masturbated to the sounds of her best friend and I dry humping. And so began the moral free fall that would mark the next two years of our lives.

[davyp1]

[QUOTE=shkshkshk;2036334]All girls’ dorms lend themselves well to sexual experimentation. Crimes of opportunity, if not passion. However, for an insecure, closeted type like I was, the experience was both torture and an all-you-can-eat buffet.

Well writen, and one of the best stories yet.
I do hope you have some more?

[dave0912jb]

Wonderful story, and so hot!