Anna At College

These add-on courses tend to happen in the summer. I booked onto a course that purported to give a grounding in stocks and shares. Four weeks of how to invest on the stock market. 

The accommodation was typical, really, purpose built buildings over two floors, eight rooms downstairs, six upstairs with a small kitchen on each floor. Upstairs there was a laundry room and a swelteringly hot much smaller drying room. 

My room was the first on the left as you entered the building, and next to me was a girl called Sam. The wall between us was so thin, you could lean on it and it flexed! Which meant that on the third night, I could hear Sam masturbating! Our beds were up against the wall (and fixed to the floor for some reason) and her moans and filthy language when she orgasmed got me in a hot mess. 

On our last week, we decided to have what proper students call a ‘Rag Week’. This is when students do lots of crazy things to raise money. Since we didn’t have a lot of time, we decided to go for a ‘Rag Day’ Some students offered portraits in pastels and oil paints, some offered to wash your car, my hostel decided to turn itself into a massage parlour. In the evening it was made to look rather sexy, with lots of hastily purchased red light bulbs, and the girls (and two guys) who offered to be masseurs wearing swimming costumes, or, in Sam’s case, just bra and panties. I wasn’t taking an active role as such..I was just there to take money…and we took a lot! Oddly though, no-one seemed to choose Sam, which made her feel bad. 

At the end of the night, I stood up, stretched and said, "Well, I wouldn’t mind a massage. Sam? You busy?” Our massage business had started out at ten dollars for back and legs, but by the end 30 dollars bought you a back and legs massage, but you could also massage the masseur, back and legs for that. 

Now, remember, none of us knew each other well enough to know each other’s sexuality. So I had no idea which way Sam’s preferences lay, nor she mine. 

She had kitted her room out with scarves draped over low wattage red light bulbs, and a couple of incense sticks….very nice. Her bed was covered in a spare sheet, and I quickly stripped off to my panties, apologising for the lack of bra, but also making a quip about not enough to need one. Sam began to rub my back and even though I had masturbated along with her for quite a few nights, the thought of the same fingers touching me that had been between her legs got me going…especially when Miss Brain dropped the thought in that “…what if she’s not using oil? What if it’s her cum she’d rubbing into you?” That didn’t help…or rather, it did. 

I had my hands under my head and Sam’s fingertips were dangerously close to the sides of my tits. At one point she curled her hands under my upper arms and I raised myself off the bed enough for her to slide them down over my boobs and my painfully hard nipples. Unfortunately, she only did this twice.  Oh well….never mind. 

Then she started on my legs. Feet first, (and me trying not to giggle…my feet are really ticklish) up the outside of each leg, then back down, then up the top of the backs of my legs…back down, and then up the insides of my legs, which meant me having to open them. Now, I knew I was wet through, and although the low lighting might have hidden any damp spot, I was certain she’d be able to smell me. 

“I’ll do your front…if you like.” ( Is the Pope Catholic?) I rolled over and she started on my tummy, but did remain there for long. She massaged my legs, getting higher each time until her fingers slipped under the sides of my panties. And she kept doing it. Up the sides, until her fingertips appeared at the waistband, then down again, but each time moving closer to the leg holes….and my sex. Finally, well…let’s say she was in no doubt I don’t have pubic hair. 

I was almost shaking with delight. To my surprise, I heard my voice say, somewhat tremulously, “You can take them off…if you like.” Slowly, she tugged my panties down and off. Again, her fingers worked on me, but there was no real attempt at a massage. Instead, she simply stroked me until her fingers were between my labia, and it was obvious I was going to cum soon. This was no experienced lesbian though. I was convinced this was her first time touching another girl. I desperately wanted a finger or two inside me, but I know how easily you can mess up these first encounters. Finally, I laid my hand on hers and gave the smallest pressure of my middle finger on hers….just enough to make it slip fractionally deeper than it was. It was an unspoken, “You can finger me if you like.” 

Her breathing was as deep as mine, and my hyper-sensitive nose had long ago detected the scent of another aroused girl in the room! Slowly, her finger delved inside me, but her other hand kept working my clit. Oh yes, this would do nicely. Oh her own volition, she added a second finger to the first, and Miss Brain bided her time before telling me “Those fingers were up her last night.”  I came joyously, and deeply onto her fingers. 

But no way on God’s green earth was I leaving it there! After an appropriate interval I said, as lightly as I could “Hey, I paid to massage you, didn’t I?” 

Sam lay on the bed, and I slowly undressed her. In the silence she said “That….that was my first time…with a girl.” I thanked her for the privilege, because privilege it certainly is. She had a neat patch of ginger pubic hair that smelled heavenly. Twice, I almost buried my face in it, but stopped myself. “What’s wrong?” Oh dear. “Nothing at all. I….i just want to kiss you…there….but I didn’t know if…” “It’s fine…if you want to.” I kissed her pubes, delighting as I always seem to do in well maintained pubic hair. Pubes aren't for me, but I love them in others. I kissed them, and then I felt pressure on my head. She was moving me lower. I took the hint! My God, she was wet….and tasted divine! I barely got two fingers inside her before she came on my fingers. (There was a small, spontaneous pee emission, which I didn’t tell her about, but I loved it.) 

Afterwards, we cuddled. “I’ve always wondered….about another girl. Sometimes, I touch myself thinking about a girl being with me.” Silence. “I haven’t….gone down…..but “ Time to interrupt. “Would you like to? It’s perfectly ok if you don’t like it and stop. I’d be honoured to be the one you tried it with.” 

Which is why we ended up in a classic 69, with Sam on top and her licking me out to perfection. I returned the complement and she came first, wetting my face as she did. I had warned her about my habit but of squirting heavily sometimes, although, back then, it wasn’t as heavy as it is now. Whatever happened down below, she took it all in her stride (and her mouth). 

Lying next to a girl who has just had her first g/g experience is something truly special. You see, it’s so much more than a girl’s i]first experience of sex. I don’t diminish it in any way, but sex with a guy is ‘expected’, sex with another girl is against the mainstream, it’s as big-a step for her as a boy’s first sexual experience with another boy is. 

So, is Sam gay? Who knows? She is what she is. She’ll find her true self. I just hope she isn’t bullied or coerced by those around her into being something she isn’t. If she allows that, sooner or later she will regret it.

The room was a heady Miss tire of incense and girl cum, and a little trace of pee. My nose had a delightful time dissecting out and apportioning scents.

A bang on the door, and the raucous voice of one of the other girls who had clearly finished the wine off. ‘Hey! You to fucking in there, or what?” 

If only she knew. 

One lovely thing as we were getting dressed again. Sam picked my panties up off the floor and said “Um…can I keep these?” I collected hers. “Only if I can keep these!” 

A lovely end to the course.