Krissy and Jessie, Part 1

Category: Male-Female (MF)
Submitted by: the hand is my friend Age: 29 Gender: Male

I'm not sure I'm a very good writer but this is one of many hot experiences I had in college about ten years ago. Sorry for the length.

About seven years ago, I was finishing up my Junior year in College. I was 20 and living off campus in a one bedroom apartment, and dating a very nice girl named Krissy. Ok, not really her real name here, but we all know that. Krissy was a freshman, I actually met her in our first class together, and her first college class ever, a geology class. She sat next to me for quite a while in lecture, and then one day, politely asked me if I could take notes for her as she would be out of town the next week of classes. I agreed, and things moved quickly from there. I think by the middle of October, we were having hot, sweaty, and very passionate sex nearly every night. And always at my apartment.

Krissy lived in a single dorm room in a dorm set aside for first year students only. She had a roommate, another very attractive girl named Jessie. She was 18, the same age as Krissy, and from the start wanted to go into med school. (Krissy at the time had no idea what she wanted to do, but that's not for here). The two of them met the week before classes started when they moved into the dorm, and became, very quickly, very good friends. It always amazed me how the two of them have such similar likes, dislikes, attitudes, fashion senses, etc. Their only real difference was literally visible: their appearances.

In that respect, they couldn't be *more* different. Oh, don't get me wrong, neither one was butt ugly or anything. In fact, I thought them both very agreeable to the eye, just in completely different ways. Hence:

Krissy, she was nearly my height of 5'9" (Well, I'm probably 5'9" and a half, and she was half an inch shorter than me, if you need exact numbers.) I think you could describe her as having classic looks, like those of the movie stars of the 40s or 60s or whatever. She had long black hair, it went halfway down her back and much darker toned skin. Here eyes were a beautiful shade of brown, and she had a very large mouth and very large lips. If I had to pick a movie star that she resembled, I guess I would say Angelina Jolie, but with reservations.

Like I said, she was tall, but she was not thin. Not to say she was fat, but I think curvy, voluptuous, and ample---those may be appropriate words. I don't know her exact weight, she would never tell me, but I liked it. None of that supermodel semi-anorexic look for her. She worked out, she was a swimmer and she was a very strong girl, too.

Naked, she was very hot. Her breasts were larger than most, I think 36Cs if I had to pick a measurement (not that I'm an expert on that either), but they were proportional to her frame, and complimented her curvy figure. A very large and round ass, which is good, because I do prefer larger asses, and very sexy, muscular legs from all that swimming.

For those of you interested in the explicit, she had a very healthy thatch of thick dark curly pubic hair. For fun, about four or five months into our relationship, we decided to shave our genitals bare. I don't know if I'll ever do it again (damn, my balls itched for weeks 'till it grew back,) but she took a liking to it and kept her pussy smooth for a good month and a half. During that time, I got a good look at it. She had very large vaginal lips, or so I thought (based on my experience with examining the genitals of maybe two previous girlfriends I had been sexual with), and the inner lips stuck out quite a bit. I often wondered if her reluctance to wear anything but a heavy-duty one piece swimsuit, rather than a sexy thonged bikini that I advocated, had something to do with her protruding lips. When she was getting dressed in the morning, I could certainly see them trying to poke through the fabric of her thin white panties that she often wore.

Jessie, as I said, the opposite of Krissy. A blonde, she was very thin and dainty. Definitely tending toward the anorexic model look that I previously mentioned does nothing for me, it took me a couple of months before I started considering her attractive. I did like her from the start, however---she was very friendly and outgoing, and a wonderful sense of humor, and a loving and sympathetic and gentle personality. Again, traits that were also shared by my girlfriend.

She was also short, probably 4'10 or 4'11. Her facial features were also delicate, with small eyebrows that were nearly invisible and pretty blueish-greenish eyes. She had a smaller mouth, a tiny nose, and a very prominent chin. Perhaps the chin was the only normal sided part of her face, and everything else was smaller. I'm not sure, and I haven't seen her for at least five years now so it's hard to remember exactly.

In any case, she, in opposition to my sweatshirt-and-jeans wearing girlfriend, was always clad in some sort of sweater-skirt or dress-and-jacket outfit, almost a perpetual prep-girl look. I have to say she always wore something very nice or semi-dressy, as though her parents from hundreds of miles away were going to show up for a visit. She had a few tighter-fitting dresses, and due to them a got more then generous peeks at her figure (let me tell you, as Krissy and I spent a lot of early study sessions for that class in her dorm room with Jessie often there, I became an expert at sneaking the veiled glance at her roommate. It's amazing I learned anything in that class).

Krissy had, to be crass, no tits to speak of. If it wasn't for her formal reservations in dress, I believe that she could've gone braless and no one would be the wiser. She was stick thin, and had marginal hips, and not much of an ass, either. I did appreciate her beauty for the contrasts it produced with my girlfriend. Jessie's hair was longer, and Krissy's didn't even touch her shoulders. It was straight, but curled inward at the last two inches, forming a cute frame for her face. Her hands were tiny, and she always had pink or purple or light blue fingernail polish on.

Now to my story: as I mentioned, we had been having hot and exhaustive sex for a good while. About four or five months into it, I think it was sometime in late February, we had an especially memorable night. Not so much for the sex, which was fantastic as always, but for the conversation afterward.

That night, we laid down next to each other on our backs on my bed and began to talk. It was one of those bizarre conversations that come right after sex. It's one where you suddenly possess the courage to bring up the most taboo topics, and share freely with your loved one what you probably wouldn't or never get over the inhibition to.

In this case, it was masturbation. Keep in mind that this was several years ago, before it was still widely accepted to talk about as it is know, probably helped, in no large part, I think to websites like this one. We had started with the usual, "Have you ever...?" questions of past sexual experiences, like have you ever had anal sex? (I had, Jessie had not), have you ever had sex outside? (I had not, Krissy had) , have you ever been in a threesome? (neither of us had), and have you ever looked at porn on the internet? I responded with an emphatic yes, and to my shock, Jessie yelled out, "Yes, and I love it!!!!!"

A moment of silence.

"Well, do you play with yourself when you look at it?" She asked me, with a huge mocking smile on her face.

"Well...yeah...."

"Hmmphh," she made a satisfied grunt. "I thought so."

"You did?"

"Oh yeah." I looked at her in confusion and shock, and she said, in a confident all-knowing sort of tone, "All guys do."

"Is that a fact?" I asked her.

"Yup." She answered, and then silence.

I laid there, still stupefied. Another moment of silence, and then:

"And how did you come to this ground-shattering conclusion?" I asked her.

"Oh, Jessie and I were talking about it the other day"

"Really?"

"Uh huh."

"And how, may I ask, did the two of you get on that topic of discussion?"

That opened up the floodgates. She proceeded to spill all the beans about her conversations with her roommate the other day. And I mean *all* the beans. She told me the whole long drawn out story. The gist of it was: they had talked about previous boyfriends, and Jessie had had one in high school who she was very fond of. Despite some pretty intense kissing, they had never had sex. Then, one day near the end of her senior year in high school, Jessie went over to his house to wait for him to come home from track practice. She was going to wait in his bedroom, but she caught him looking at porn on his computer and masturbating. Jessie was very disturbed by the fact that he was masturbating at all. She didn't think this was normal, and shortly thereafter broke up with him. She asked what my girlfriend thought of this. Krissy thought it was no big deal, and told her she had had a previous boyfriend who masturbated a lot, and in fact they often watched each other get themselves off than have sex. Hell, she told her roommate, my current boyfriend and I do that too.

"You told her about us!??" I asked (again!) in complete shock.

"Oh, I tell her all about us anyway. I usually report back to her every morning on the previous nights activities," she said, with a mischievous grin.

"...oh...god" I said.

"Ha, when we first started talking about it, she had a similar reaction to you. She's a virgin, you know."

"No, I didn't know."

"Yup." And from there, we went back to kissing and biting and just generally having a good time as two horny naked college students generally do.

A few weeks later the topic was visited again, albeit rather strangely. That Friday night, I visited Krissy in her dorm room. I came in around seven thirty, and they were both there. Krissy was dressed in some silly flannel pyjamas (I think we were going to just watch a movie or something in her room), but Jessie had on a really hot-looking skirt and a shirt that, although it had long enough sleeves, had a low going neck line that would've revealed a good part of her cleavage, if she had had cleavage. When I came in, Jessie was applying the finishing touches of her makeup. She smiled at me, I said high, and sat down on Krissy's bed next to her.

"Well, I gotta go. He's probably waiting for me." Said Jessie, and with that she grabbed her purse and opened the door.

"Good luck, hun. Have fun!" Said Krissy.

"Sure. Stay up for me? She asked sheepishly.

Krissy was enthusiastic, "Yeah, no problem." Jessie ducked out of the room and shut the door behind her.

"Where's she going?" I asked.

"She's got a date tonight. Some guy named Terrence from the pre-med advisor's office."

"A date? Maybe you and I won't be the only ones getting some action around here!"

Krissy laughed at me. "Who said you're getting some action?" She threw her pillow at me.

"I do," I responded, and stood up and began to undo my belt.

"Ha Ha, maybe by yourself." My pants and underwear came down. I was already getting erect. My shirt came off next, followed by my socks. Krissy stood up and lifted off her shirt. She had on no bra, and she stood on the bed, lightly jumping up and down. I stared mesmerized at her breasts, and the bounced slightly with her. She bent over and slid off her pyjama bottoms. Sweet, no underwear!

"Look at my crotch," she said, and pointed to her pubic area. It was completely shaved again.

I responded the only way I knew how. "Look at my dick," I said. My erection was at its full extent. I stood at the edge of the bed, and Krissy got down on her hands and knees on the mattress and proceeded to give me a blow job. What an awesome girlfriend! In less than one minute since her roommate shut the door, we were both buck naked and she was performing oral sex on me. I was very horny, and I knew I wouldn't last that long, which was fine, because as soon as I came I would go down on her. I was eagerly anticipating not only my orgasm, but the sweet taste of Krissy's bare pussy---

"OHMIGOD, YOU GUYS, I'M *SOOOOO* SORRRRRRYY"

"JESSIE, SHUT THE FUCKING DOOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" That last yell was by my girlfriend. She was actually sliding my dick out of her mouth as she said it, so it came out sounding more like: "THESSIE, UTT UH UH-KIII (*slurp*) DOOR!"

Jessie: "Huh? ...Oh! Yeah!...Sorry." She finally closed the door. How many people had walked by in the hallway and seen us, I wondered.

"I'm so sorry you guys, so sorry" Jessie's face was all red, and she genuinely looked flustered. "I just....uh...came back to...get my keys"

She finally tore her eyes of our naked bodies, did a half glance toward her desk, presumably saw her keys, and walked backward toward her desk. Krissy and I mostly sat in shock, although I found out later, Krissy had a most amused and pleased look on her face. Jessie reached for her keys, dropped them in her purse, and bolted toward the door. As she raced toward it, Krissy pulled the blanket off her bed and covered herself in it, leaving me naked yet again and the door wide open.

Jessie turned around in the door way and looked at us, "Again, I'm soo sorry you two...So sorry....going now...sorry....Have fun doing....sorry....."

"The door---" exclaimed Krissy, but before she could finish, Jessie got the idea and closed it. We were once again alone. My dick was still hard. Truth be told, due to this slight inadvertent exhibitionism, probably quite a bit harder.

None worse for the wear---or exposure---we proceeded to get down and dirty and go through all the moves of kinky college sex, fueled on, in no small part, to her roommate's bizarre actions. I left close to midnight that night, slept for until six, and then had to work the next morning until about two in the afternoon.

When I got back to my apartment, Krissy was there, in my bed sleeping. I gently woke her up with soft kisses on the back of her neck and her shoulders.

She yawned. "I'm still tired," she said. I asked her why.

"Well, Jessie hadn't gotten back 'till way past three, and then we stayed up for a long time and talked."

"What did'jya talk about?" I asked.

"Girl stuff." She smiled at me. From her look, I knew that this was going to be one of those occasions were she was more than willing to tell me, but would still make me pry it out of her.

"What kind of girl stuff?"

"Oh, you know, the usual"

"What's 'the usual'?" I asked.

"You know...stuff....and other stuff."

"No, I *don't* know. Did you talk about her

walking in on us?"

"Yup." OK, I thought. I wasn't going to get much there. Time to try a new tack.

"What did she say about it?"

"She said she was sorry."

"Krissydear, she said that last night. Repeatedly. I know for a fact that she must have said more. Come on, spill!" I urged her.

"Well, she asked me if we were having oral sex when she walked in. Duh! I told her we were. Then she wanted to know if we had just started, and I said yes. Then she wanted to know if we resumed having oral afterward, and I said sorta."

"Wow. I didn't realize how little she knows about sex."

"Oh, you have no idea," Krissy said as she rolled her eyes, "That girl got more of an education from me this morning than she did in all her sex ed and *boyfriends* in high school."

"Really?"

"Yup. We must have talked about sex for a good six or seven hours."

"Well," I said, "I can see why you're tired then."

"At least I got off so I could sleep a little bit before you came home"

"What are you talking about? I'm sure Jessie is fingering herself the moment you left your dorm."

"I'm sure she's not. We talked about masturbating, too. She's never done it!"

"Not even tried?" I asked in disbelief.

"Nope."

"Wow...."

"Uh huh."

For the next week or so, I saw little of Krissy. I had some of my mid-semester exams that week, and spent a number of long days studying for them. That weekend, Krissy went on a road trip with some other friends to visit another college about two hours away and she met up with some old high school friends. So it had to be at least the Monday following the next weekend after the weekend Jessie walked in on us that I saw my girlfriend again. I was over at her dorm room, the two of us together alone.

"Where is your roommate?" I asked her.

"She's down the hall, commiserating with Danielle and Karen."

"Commiserating?" I asked.

"Yeah, Terrence told her it wasn't going to work out."

"Oh, too bad."

"Actually, there's also another reason she's not here."

"Ohhhh? And why is that?" I thought for a moment that Krissy had shooed her roommate out so we could get a little action in.

"Well....see, we've....I--, no....I mean, Jessie and I, well, we sorta have a question to ask you."

Now I was intrigued. "well," I said, "Go ahead and ask it!"

"Okay, ummm, here goes: See, the other night, we were talking again about masturbating and stuff, and, well, like I said before, Jessie has never really done it, but she really wants to, because she gets really horny and stuff, but she doesn't know how, and so....well...I volunteered... to show her.... how to get off."

"Okay...?" I said, still not clear where the question was in all this, but ultimately very turned on by it.

"Okay! So! ...so....So then she asked, well how was I going to show her? And I said I wasn't sure...so I said I guess I could tell her, but that probably wouldn't work very well...and she said no, it wouldn't...and then I said that I could play with myself and she could watch, but....well, I'm not to comfortable with that exactly...so then I suggested that she could....well, let me touch *her* but then she didn't think that was okay with her either."

"Uh huh." I said, visualizing each suggestion in my head. This was getting my really turned on. I had even started growing in my pants.

"So then she thought that...maybe...it would be okay if...I gave myself an orgasm and she watched,...but we thought that might be a little...too lesbo, you know?

"... I really don't think it's *that* lesbo!"

Krissy looked at me, then realized I was not serious. "Shut up, you fucker!"

"'K," I humbly replied.

Knowing from my look that I was waiting for her to conclude her tale, she then promptly did so:

"The bottom line---we decided that it would be okay if...you and I...were getting ourselves off together. We could both masturbate ourselves and she would watch us, and me, and learn that way how to do herself but not be a...a lesbo, you know...so, would that be...okay with you then?"

My answer took all of one millisecond to spit out: "YESSSSS!"

"Umm, great...I told her we'd try it tonight..."

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At this point, my friends, I am exhausted from writing. I shall have to conclude it in a second installment. In the meantime, I would appreciate any comments or questions, and I promise I will do my best

[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]