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The Bowl of Words, Tales of Vanity Bench, Roommates & Lovers, Episode 5
The Bowl of Words, Tales of Vanity Bench, Roommates & Lovers, Episode 5
Roommates & Lovers
Book 1 in a series of novelettes
By the Author of the Suzy & Katie Series
By: D. D. Story
Revise Edition
We got our share of looks from the other girls, as
they headed in the opposite direction towards the official mixer at the
Union. We also heard a few comments,
about since we must be goings to the Dean’s party, we must be lesbians. We had learned during the week that it was common
knowledge on the campus that Dean Debutante was a lesbian. As well as the fact
that, that is who she normally invited to her beginning of the year party at
her house.
When we arrived at the walkway leading up to Dean
Debutante’s beautiful home, we followed two other girls, who we did not know up
the walk. Dean Debutante, herself was at
the door to greet us. The girls before
us, each got a kiss on the cheek from the dean, and then she introduced Sharon
and Anne to Carrie and I.
The girls laughed, and Anne said, “So you two are
the infamous Carrie Meaway and Vanity Bench.
I hear that you two stole the show at your Dorm Introduction Night.”
I looked at Carrie, and responded with; “We thought
we would give them something to laugh at besides our names.”
Sharon smiled and said; “It worked, everyone knows
who both of you are, and most are impressed.
And looking at the two of your tonight, some might add jealously and
desire, to their feelings about you!”
Dean Debutante, stepped in at that moment, “Desire
is allowed, but not jealously, we are each our own person girls. I’m so glad you both could make it tonight,
and I love your dresses, please tell me you didn’t buy them for the party.”
Carrie laughed and said, “No amazing as it may
sound, we both had brought these with us for special events.”
“Well girls you both look lovely, and please come in
and enjoy yourselves tonight. While the
attire is dressy, it party itself, is pretty informal, and relaxed.”
I took Carrie’s hand, and said, “Thank you Dean,
both Carrie and I have been looking forward to this evening. We both enjoy being at a party with prettily
dressed women.”
“Well Vanity, you are both at the right place on the
right night. Welcome and enjoy
yourselves.”
We left the dean at that point, allowing her to
greet the next people coming up the walk, and headed into the main body of the
house. To our right was a formal parlor,
with deserts laid out on the table and a fish fountain with punch spilling out
of its mouth.
Sharon and Anne were both at the punch bowl, filling
glasses, and when they heard us enter, they handed the glasses to us, and
filled two more for themselves. “Sorry
if I was snippy, you two are both beautiful, and look much older than
freshmen. I love your dresses, and I
think there are a large number of women here tonight that are going to pay a
lot of attention to both of you. I hope you both are as open as I think you
are?”
“No offense taken Sharon, and with regards to being
open, I think that every women in this room shares a common interest in whom
they prefer to spend time with, and share special moments with.”
Anne laughed; leaned forward and kissed me on the
cheek, “Very well put Vanity, I think the dorm may have got it wrong. That
sounded more like a lawyer talking than a comedian.”
“Thank you Anne that is my goal to become a lawyer.”
Carrie laughed, “Can’t you just hear the judge,
‘Miss Bench would you please approach the bench?’”
Sharon laughed, “Ah so Carrie is the comedian of the
pair then.”
“Actually, I am pre-law also, but with a name like
mine you have to learn to laugh, and have fun.
How about this name for a Law Firm: Bench & Meaway.”
We were all laughing now, as we headed from the
parlor into the main Dining Room, where it seems a large number of the guests
were congregated. I let my eyes do a
fast scan of the room and saw that there was a wide variety in the ages of the
guest, with Carrie and I being probably the youngest, and a couple of other
women whom appeared to be in their 50’s both of whom were dressed to the nines,
and adorned with pearls and diamonds.
Anne and Sharon saw some people that they knew, and
went over to say hi to them, which left Carrie and I standing alone in the
large room. We seemed to be the feature
of the night, and person after person came over and introduced themselves to us.
At one point Carrie leaned her head close to mine
and whispered, “I’m beginning to feel like we are the star attractions here
tonight.”
“I know the feeling, I feel like I have been
undressed more than once.”
“Well I know you were once by the dean, and then
once by me, how many others do you think have undressed you so far!”
I was laughing now, “Yeah, you look pretty great,
naked yourself you know. Do you think we
might get hit on tonight?”
“If we don’t, I will be totally shocked.”
“And maybe disappointed?”
I just smiled, and said, “Let’s see if we can find
the spiked punch, if there is any. It would be a shame to get this dressed up
and just stand around and talk all night.”
Carrie smiled at me and said, “Does Vanity’s naughty
side want to come out to play now?”
“Why, can you see the little devil sitting on my
shoulder, pointing out all of the very attractive women in this room?”
“No, but the little devil must be doing double duty
tonight, because I can hear him too. She
keeps talking about that tall blonde in the red chiffon dress, right?’
“Yes, she says she would like to see how far that
string of pearls goes down between here boobs.”
Carrie laughed; looked at me and said, “Mmm ever
think of a threesome?”
“In my dreams, I’ve had many, but never in real
life; How about you?”
“Like you, only in my dreams. But you’re right she is
very inviting looking, and she keeps looking over at us.”
“So I have noticed; shall we go meet her?”
“I think that is a wonderful idea.” So Carrie and I
walked across the table to where the tall blonde-haired woman was talking to
Dean Debutante. As we got closer, the
dean spotted us and motioned for us to come and join her. “Ah girls, I would like to introduce you Ruth
Heinsburg, Esq. Ruth, these two lovely
young women are booth first year pre-law students and roommates. The stunning redhead is Miss Vanity Bench,
while this lovely blonde is Carrie Meaway.”
The lawyer looked at the dean, and then at us, and
before anyone else could say anything the dean smiled and said, “Yes, I put
them together as roommates, I just couldn’t resist combining the names.”
“And were glad that you did dean, we’ve become very
good friends already. But we haven’t
decided whether to become a law firm, or a vaudeville comedy act.”
Ruth laughed and said, “Your names would work either
way girls, as would your beauty.” Ruth
then looked at the dean; “Constance my dear, I know that you have other guests
to attend to, and I would like to get to know these two lovely young ladies a
bit better.”
“By all means Ruth, I believe that they just put a
fresh bowl of punch out in the sitting room, you might find it a bit quieter
there to chat.”
Dean Debutante headed back to the room that
contained the main gathering of her guest, as Carrie and I followed Ruth through
a doorway off the main room into the sitting room. There was indeed a bowl of punch in the room
along with a tray of small sandwiches and another of deserts. We each go a cup
of punch and a small plate of sandwiches and then followed Ruth to a corner of
the room, where there was a Settee and a matching armchair.
Ruth motioned for Carrie and me to share the settee,
as she settled into the armchair across from us. We set our plates on the low marble top table
between us, and each took a sip of the punch.
Ruth smiled after taking a sip, “Careful girls, it
looks like they finally brought out the good punch.” Something; which I had already noticed, after
my first sip.
“Vanity and Carrie, I’m very impressed with both of
your admissions documents, and with Dean Debutante’s assessment of both of
you. What I would like to hear from each
of you is why you want to be a lawyer, and what type of law you would like to
practice. Oh yes, and while we’re in this room, please feel free to call me
Ruth.”
I looked at Carrie, and she nodded for me to go
first. I sat and explained to Ruth that
I wanted to be a lawyer, because I want to do something to help women in
general, and women like myself specifically.
Ruth, there are states where I could be arrested for holding hands with
Carrie in public, let alone giving her a kiss on the lips in public. I do not think that it is right that should
we elect to spend our lives together, we would have exactly no rights if one of
us got sick, injured or died. We cannot
even go public, without suffering ridicule and harassment, about which there is
no legal recourse. I would like to work on civil rights issues, especially for
women, we may have the right to vote, but very few other rights, unless it
suits the purpose of the men in power.
Ruth, I am a lesbian, and have known so since I was
fourteen. I do not hate men or boys; I
just have absolutely no desire for them sexually. It is one of the reasons that I selected Jones
for my higher education. I also strongly
believe that every woman here tonight is either a lesbian or bi-sexual. I am sorry if I have made an in accurate
assumption on your part Ruth, but I have observed many here, including Dean
Debutante, during a private meeting we had when I arrived here.
Ruth smiled: “Vanity, your observations as far as
the guest are extremely accurate, and I am quite impressed with your feelings
and views on women’s issues. I believe
that the law is the proper course for you. Unfortunately, you will still
experience harassment and innuendos as a lawyer, for as of today it is still a
male dominated world. Carrie how about
you, I know that you are also pre-law?
“Ruth, as you have deduced, Vanity and I spend a lot
of our time together, and not all of it is in bed.” This brought a smile to Ruth’s face, and the
suggestion that we refill our glasses before Carrie continued.
Which we did, and then Carrie, explained her
feelings about why she wanted to be a lawyer, most of which I already knew from
our own discussions, some of which were similar to mine, although Carrie wanted
to deal more with helping battered and abused women.
We must have impressed Ruth, for when Carrie
finished talking; she took a sip of her drink, and then leaned forward towards
us and said, Girls, let me rephrase that
to Ladies, I am impressed; it is not often that I am impressed by freshmen, or
even first year law students for that matter.
I would like to offer myself as a mentor to you both, and I would also
like both of you to spend your breaks and vacations working at my law firm, if
that would be agreeable with you and your parents of course.
I did not even hesitate in my response, nor did
Carrie really. I told Ruth that I would be honored to have her as my mentor,
and would love the opportunity to work at her law firm during semester breaks
and summer vacations. Carrie quickly
echoed my response to Ruth.
“Thank you ladies, I will be honored to act as you
mentor’s.” Ruth paused and then added; “Now
that the serious business is over, let’s refill these glasses again, and you
can tell me why you two young beautiful ladies decided to approach this much
older woman.”
As we refilled the glasses, Carrie looked at me and
said, “Go ahead tell her about the little devil that was sitting on your
shoulder before.”
Ruth laughed, and said; “I listened to a little
devil from time to time myself.”
“We’ll she kept talking about how enticing it is the
way your pearls hang down between your breast under your red dress, and she
wanted to know how far down those pearls went.”
“Well in that case, be my guest and look all you
want, you may even touch them if you like.”
I shifted my cup to my left hand, slowly moved
towards Ruth, and let my right hand gently slide across the bodice of her
dress, until I made contact with the string of pearls. I let my fingers lift
them gently, making sure that they made contact with both breasts, as I glanced
down at her satin covered breasts and then up at her. Ruth’s lips found mine and our kiss started
softly, but grew in fever.
Ruth broke our kiss and said; “Carrie, why don’t you go make sure the door
to the main room is closed and locked and then come join Vanity and I on the
settee.”
Carrie was back in a minute, along with three fresh
glasses of punch. She joined us on the
settee, at the opposite end from where I sat, as Ruth had positioned herself in
the center.
“Now ladies, I know this is highly unethical, as I
have offered you both positions at my firm, but you two have this lonely middle
aged lesbian lawyer, feeling anything but ethical at the moment. What I feel
like at the moment is being the filling between you two beautiful pieces of
pastry.”
Neither of us said a thing, as Carrie reached for
the beads that I had slipped back down the front of Ruth’s bodice, as I reached
behind her and slowly began to unfasten her dress. I was not surprise to feel a
hand gently making its way under my skirt, and I knew by the touch that it was
not Carrie’s hand.
My lips followed my fingers down her back as I undid
her dress, leaving a hot trail of kisses. The top of her dress slowly settled
over my head, as Carrie slipped it off Ruth as I planted one last kiss right at
the top of the crack of her ass, just as her hand reached its intended target,
dead on target.
The party, at least for the students ended at eleven, which gave
us all the ample amount of time to make it back to our dorms, and be in our
rooms prior to the midnight Saturday night curfew for the proper ladies of Jones.
We left the dean’s house right at eleven, and wearing each
other’s panties, as Ruth well knew. Numerous
kisses were shared, at the door, and more than one couple left hand in hand, as
did Carrie and I.
Reluctantly we had to release each other’s hands, as we got
closer to the quad, as the mixer was also letting out, and it looked more like
11am than 11pm with all of the students heading back to their dorms.
Carrie and I almost skipped up the steps to the dorm, we were
both high, high on the spiked punch, high on each other, and excited about what
the future might hold for us. Of course
the afterglow of sex just added to our high.
We made it into our room, without stopping to kiss on the stairs,
which we really wanted to do on the second floor landing, especially after
hearing Carrie’s soft comments as she followed me up the stairs, about how sexy
I looked in her panties.
Once the door was closed behind us, I turned and melted into
Carrie’s arms, our lips meshed, parting to allow our tongues to dance with each
other’s as our hand quickly unfastened the dresses that we had just put back
on.
We were quickly down to panties, garter belts, stockings, and
heels. We broke our kiss and gently stepped out of the pile of cloths that lay
at our feet. Carrie took both of the
dresses gently laid them my bed, then took my hand and led me to her bed where
she lay me back, and after slipping off my heals, she kissed her way up my
stocking legs until she reached my naked thighs. Here she lingered covering both of my legs
with kisses, while never touching the black silk covering my very, very ready
pussy.
I lay there watching Carrie’s head move from side to side, as I
kneaded my own breast and tugged on my nipples.
Suddenly she looked up at me, and with a big smile on her face buried
her face against her silk panties, which I knew that I had been making damp
during her kisses.
I climaxed with Carries first contact with my silk covered
pussy, and wrapped my legs around her and holding her tightly against my
rocking and bucking hips.
We never did get to perform our routine that we developed for
the Christmas Break Talent Show. The
world, as we knew it, was turned upside down on December 7, 1941. In fact,
Carrie and I spent most of the Christmas Break, waiting to hear that our
Mothers and Fathers had been able to obtain passage back to the United States,
after war was declared against both Germany and Japan.
Thankfully, they were in Lisbon, Portugal at the time war was
declared, and were able to obtain passage on a freighter flying a Swiss flag: Which
did allow for them to have a safe; albeit, a somewhat crude passage, back
across the Atlantic.
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
The Bowl of Words, Tales of Vanity Bench, Roommates & Lovers, Episode 4
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
We both awoke late the next morning Still in Carrie’s
bed. Somewhere during the night, we had changed positions. We were now laying
face to face, our breasts pressed against each other’s, and with Carrie’s top
leg slung over mine, as if to keep us together.
“Morning lover, I hate to say this, but I’ve got to’
pee.”
Carrie made as if to tickle me, and then slide off
the side of the bed we had shared all night.
“Me Too, I suppose we should put some clothes on before we go out the
door.”
“Yeah, someone might get the wrong idea, if we went
across naked, at this time of the morning.”
I slipped on a pair of panties, pulled a sweatshirt
over my head, and then slipped on a pair of gym shorts. As soon as Carried was
dressed, similarly to me, we slipped out the door and across the hall to the
bathroom; we shared with four other girls.
None of which were in the bathroom, as it was almost 9:30 in the
morning.
When we were done, we realized that we had missed
breakfast for all intensive purposes.
“Carrie, do we still have the bananas, or did we eat them, or even use them?”
“No there still in the room, so I guess that, that
will have to serve as our breakfast, along with those cookies we still have.”
“In that case let’s go eat them and work on our
homework, because I don’t think we will be in the mood to do a lot tomorrow,
after the party tonight.”
Which is exactly what we did, for the rest of the
day. We did take a break, for a much-needed lunch, and then returned to our
dorm room and more homework, until about four in the afternoon. We decided during lunch to grab a light,
early dinner before getting dressed for the Dean’s party, so after a quick stop
across the hall we once again went down the three flights and across the quad
to the cafeteria.
We were quickly becoming believers in the long-standing
story; that no one who lived on the third floor of DePant Hall ever punt on
weight. The building is brick, and was
built in the early 18oo’s. Each room had
its own majestically tall, deep-set window, with arched tops that fitted
perfectly with the arched fourteen-foot ceilings in each room. We had made the count, and found that each
time we went in or out of our dorm room to eat, go to class or the library; it
was 48 steps up or down the stairs, plus the 10 granite ones just to enter the
building.
On the way across the quad Carrie laughed and
pointed out that we would probably burn off every bit of food that we would eat
during our light dinner, so maybe a little dish of ice cream would be okay to
add to our dinner. I just smiled at her
and quickened our pace across the quad.
I know that those small dishes of ice cream, gave us
the energy to skip up the 48 step when we got back to DePant Hall. Where, after
taking our showers, we put our hair in curlers and then picked out our lingerie
to wear under our party dresses. Since
Carries was wearing a black satin party dress, she picked out a pair of silk
black panties, with a ruffled edge, and a black garter belt, and the most
beautiful black bra I had ever seen.
“Carrie, how am I supposed to concentrate on getting
dressed with you standing there looking so, so sexy. I know my panties are going to be wet before
we even leave the room.”
Carrie laughed and then stood and slipped on dark
silk stockings which she hooked into the garters in a very seductive way.”
I heard a moan escape from my throat, as Carrie lifted
up the other stocking and repeated her performance. She licked her lips and smiled, and then
said, “Now I get to watch you get dressed beautiful.”
My dress was similar to Carrie’s, only it was almost
a dark green, not a true Kelly Green, to go with my Irish heritage, but it
still contrasted beautifully with my Irish red hair and green eyes. I too had matching lingerie for my party
dress, although it was not from Paris as Carrie’s was.
For both Carrie's benefit, and mine, I took
my time putting my lingerie on; as getting dressed can be as sexy as undressing
if you go about it the right way. Which
I must have because Carrie was making kissing motions and fanning herself,
while I dressed.
When our hair was dry, we undid the rollers and the
brushed out our hair, before slipping our dresses over our heads, and then
zipped each other up. , We both began to laugh, as we slipped our feet into our
heels. It seemed as if we had exactly
the same satin pumps, only mine were dyed to match my dress, just as were
Carrie’s to match her dress.
We stood side by side looking in the mirror on the
back of the door, and with a smile on both of our faces, I said; “For a couple
of freshman we look pretty damn adult and sexy.”
We freshened our lipstick, picked up our clutch
bags, which of course matched our dresses, and left the room for the walk to
Dean Constance Debutante’s party.
A Bit of a shorter episode this week, but a good lead up to next weeks episode, will begin with the party and the dean's house. Enjoy.
D. D.
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
The Bowl of Words, Tales of Vanity Bench, Roommates & Lovers, Episode 3
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
The Bowl of Words Blog - Roommates & Lovers - Episode 3
Roommates & Lovers
Book 1 in a series of novelettes
By the Author of the Suzy & Katie Series
By: D. D. Story
Revise Edition
This weeks Episode contains Chapters 5 thru 7 Enjoy
The party broke up about midnight, and we all
started heading back up stairs to our rooms, and the bathrooms we had to share. Once we were safely behind the door to our
room, and without a word said, we were in each other’s arms, and this time our
lips met.
The kiss started soft, but our passion and need soon
took control, and our hands joined our lips in what quickly became a sexual
embrace. We broke apart our bodies flush
with newfound lust. Carrie leaned in to
kiss again, but I put my hand up to stop her, “Don’t forget we have to share
the bathroom with 6 others.”
Carrie laughed, and said; “You think they would
know?”
“I know it would on me, my nipples are trying poke
through my bra.”
Carrie smiled and said, “I know they felt so good.”
Well then, let’s undress and put on our robes, and
like proper young Jones girls go prepare for a night alone in bed.”
“We’re not going to be proper young Jones girls are
we?”
I laughed at Carrie’s pout, and said; “I’ve never
been proper before, why start now.”
Carrie laughed and reached behind me and unzipped my
dress, while I did the same for her. I
think we both spent as much time watching each other undress down to our
panties, as we did paying attention to what we were doing. I did not have to look at them to know that
my nipples were fully erect, at the sight of Carrie in just her silk and lacy
panties. I hung up my dress and the crinoline,
and took my big terrycloth rob off the hook and slipped it on. Carrie did the same, and we took our toilette
bags and went across the hall to the bathroom.
There were three other girls in the bathroom, when
we entered. We cleaned off our make-up,
and used the commodes, then finished washing up, while chatting with the other
girls the entire time.
We finished up, picked up our toilette bags, said
good night, and headed for our room. I
thought I heard someone softly say, be good girls, as we left the
bathroom. Once we were back in our room, and the door was
locked, I looked at Carrie and said, “Did you hear the parting comment as we
left the bathroom?”
Carrie, smiled and said, “Yes I did, tell me how do
you define good!”
“Probably the same ways as you do. Now my dear Carrie Meaway, would you please
slip on the lovely long satin gown that I put away for your this morning, and
come snuggle with your Vanity Bench, I’ve been imaging you in that gown all
day.”
“I would be more than happy to honor your request.
And what will be covering the Vanity Bench this evening?”
“Your Vanity Bench has a lacy little something that
she would like to show you.”
I slowly walked over to my dresser, and opened the
top drawer, while Carrie did the same. I pulled out the white lace nightgown,
and quickly slipped off my panties and slipped on the see through lace panties
that matched the gown, and then slipped onto my bed leaving room for Carrie to
join me.
I watched as Carrie quickly ran a brush through her
hair, and then saw her dab a touch of perfume between her breasts. She then turned and faced me before lying on
my bed. It was a dead heat, as we both
told each other how beautiful each other was, using the exact same words.
“Come lay with me Carrie, I want to feel your body
against mine.”
Nothing more was needed to be said, or was said, as
Carrie slid onto my bed next to me. We
simply looked at each other for a moment, and then I shifted my body so that my
breast made contact with Carrie’s.
Carrie responded by pulling my hips tight against her and then leaned
her head in and kissed me.
What began as a soft gentle kiss, quickly evolved
into one of passion and hunger, as our lips parted and our tongues began to
probe each other’s mouth. I could feel
Carrie’s nipples poking against my own rock hard nipples, as I began to suck on
her lower lip and tongue.
Our hands joined in on the action, without any
prompting, caressing each other and savoring in the wonderful feeling of our
lingerie, Carrie’s hand began to caress my bottom, while at the same time
pulling me tighter against her.
I ended our kiss for a moment and looked at Carrie,
“Carrie, I want you very badly.”
“Do I hear a but coming.”
“Yes you do my dear; I would very much like for us
to fall asleep in each other’s arms tonight, instead of making love on the
first night that we meet.”
Carrie gave me a quick kiss and with a smile on her
face said, “You don’t believe in love at first site?”
I gave Carrie a quick kiss in return: “My dear, I
believe in both love at first sight, and sex on a first date, but not both at
the same time. Something is telling me
that this is more than about just sex. We
have all year to make love whenever we want, but that on this night, our first
night, we should resist, our mutual desires, and fall asleep, as lovers,
cuddled together in each other’s arms.”
Carrie gave me another kiss: “I can’t argue with you
Vanity, you are right we have all year, and hopefully even longer than
that. And while I do want you badly, I
also like the idea of just falling asleep in each other’s arms. Your right, I
feel like we are going to be in love as we as being lovers.
“I’m glad you agree with me Carrie; now give me a
kiss goodnight, and let’s fall asleep wrapped together just like we are.”
We fell asleep locked together, simply enjoying the
feel of each other’s bodies molded together. Somewhere in the night, Carrie slipped out of
my bed, and returned to her own, as I awoke in the morning alone in bed, but
feeling absolutely wonderful from having fallen asleep in Carrie’s arms.
Today was Sunday, and the last day before classed
would begin. We went to breakfast
together, and then to chapel. After
chapel, we decided to go for a walk around the campus, to become more familiar
with its layout. We talked as we walked,
slowly telling each other our life stories up to the point of coming to Jones College.
We both had similar backgrounds. Only daughters of parents
in upper class society, and without ever really experience want, even as the
depression had worsened. We laughed as
we both told each other about our debutante balls, and how we had had to fake
our way through the festivities, as both of us had known by that point in our
lives that we had absolutely no interest in men sexually.
We both talked about how our mother’s were
concerned, and might even have an inkling that we were lesbians, as both had
attend all girls schools prior to getting married. Our dads, well they just thought it was
great, that they did not have to worry about us dating yet, or pay for a big
wedding.
It was beautiful late summer day, and we managed to
find a place to just lay back and talk. We
were not very alone this time as there a large number of both groups and pairs
of girls sitting or lying and enjoying the beautiful day, as we all got to know
one another.
When no one was in direct site or close to us,
Carrie put her hand over mine, and softly asked if I and enjoyed last night as
much as she had. I gave her hand a
squeeze, and told her that I had, and that I was looking forward to tonight as
well.
We spent most of the day talking and walking, and
after an early dinner, we retired to our dorm room, under the pretense that our
first class tomorrow was at 8 AM, which was actually true.
We both took showers, and we back to our room, and
tonight there was no getting dressed to go to bed, we simply climbed into
Carrie’s bed, naked as the day we were born, and began our first real exploration
of each other’s bodies.
Once again, we fell asleep in each other’s arms,
only this time we fell asleep because we were both sexually spent. Our first climaxes came at almost the same
instant, brought on by the hand of the other. Climaxes that seemed to release
one right after another as we lost ourselves in providing each other complete
sexual bliss.
The morning found us each in our own bed, when the
alarm went off. We had both slipped on
jammies during the night, and together we headed across the hall for the
bathroom, to clean up and get ready for breakfast and our first class.
It was time to put our sexual self’s away and become
students, which was why we were here at Jones.
We spent our first week either, sleeping, eating, going to class, or
doing our coursework. We did manage to
sneak in a kiss or two each night, but we did not make love any night during
the week.
We quickly realized that our course load, of which
we both were taking five classes, was going to keep us busy, at least to begin
with. Of course, since we had three of
our classes together, it did mean that we also got to study together also. Somehow, during those study times together, a
kiss or two always seemed to be shared, but we had resisted going beyond that
point to date.
However, tonight is Friday night, and since neither
of us had classes on the weekend; somehow we both knew that we would end up in
bed with each other tonight.
However, at present we were sitting in the common
area of the dorm talking with the other girls, seeing if anyone else was going
to the dean’s party instead of the big social.
Two of the girls from the 2nd floor, had also got invited,
and as they were both upper class woman, we listened to them when they advised
us to attend, and to watch the punch, as last year it had gotten spiked, and
the party had gotten a bit wild.
I couldn’t help but ask, “You mean even the chaperon's got drunk?” The one girl
laughed, “Oh there are no chaperon's at the Dean Debutante’s party, it is for
ladies only. Believe me none of the boys
in the area, or nearby colleges would dare sneak into her party, like they do at
the regular mixer.”
“So you’re saying, to be on your guard at the party,
or should we just go and enjoy ourselves, and let whatever happens happen.”
“Vanity, I like your outlook; that is exactly what
we are planning to do. Did you girls
bring any party dresses with you, because that is what you should wear tomorrow
night, the fancier the better.
We talked for a little bit longer, and then Carrie
and I headed over to the dining hall to have dinner. We both ate high protein dinners, knowing
that we would burn it off tonight.
As we left the dining hall, we passed by a big bowl
of fruit, Carrie grabbed two bananas. I
smiled and said, “Food for later, or toys?” Carrie laughed and said, “H’m maybe
both!” It was hard not to laugh, and hug Carrie when she said that. Even here
at liberal Jones, it would be wonderful if we could be as open, in the common
areas outside of our dorm room, as we were able to be in our dorm room.
Speaking of our dorm room, that is exactly where we
headed for after we left the dining hall.
Once we were in our room, we plopped on Carrie’s bed, and talked about
the Dean’s party: beginning with what the older girls had said about Dean
Debutante’s party last year; As well as about what we would wear to the party,
and what we would do if the punch was spiked again.
Carrie’s face broke into a smile, “I wonder how many
non students, or friends of the Dean will be at this party?”
“Oh I imagine she will have friends and or lovers at
the party. I think all of us that are invited are either girls she already
knows are lesbians, or in our case, new students who she feels might be.”
“Vanity, do you think people will have sex at the
party?”
“Would you mind if you and I snuck into a room alone
and had a quick fling Carrie.”
“No the thrill of sneaking a little loving during
the party would great.
“How about if another girl, hits on you, or one of
the dean’s friends?”
“I don’t know; would you be mad if I did?”
“No Carrie, I wouldn’t be mad at you. Would you be
mad at me if I did? We have been
roommates for a week. I love making love
to you, and I love having you for my roommate, but do we want to tie ourselves
to just each other, or should we be, at least for a while, roommates and lovers,
who not only enjoy each other’s company, but each other’s bodies as well.”
“Vanity, I think that I agree with you. I too love to make love with you, but I also
think that as freshman that we should concentrate on enjoying our freshman
year, and experiencing what Jones has to offer, along with sharing each other’s
bodies as well.”
“I agree Carrie, so what we are saying is that we
are each free to make new friends, and maybe even other lovers, but stay as
friends, roommates and lovers.”
“I think that we are in agreement. So let’s cement
our agreement with some hot wet sex roomie.”
We had been sitting next to each other on Carries bed,
during this time, and I answered Carrie’s last statement by simply putting my
arms around her and pulling her down on top of me. I wrapped my legs around her
as our lips met and our hands began to explore each other, while working on
removing each other’s clothes.
Within minutes, we had each other naked and were
covering each other’s bodies with hot we kisses as we both worked our way down
or up depending whether we were on the bottom or top, until we ended up with
our faces buried between other’s legs and we both gave and received pleasure at
the same time.
I don’t know how many times I came, but each time I
did, Carrie paused long enough to lap up my offering before she once again
concentrated on my clit, until I would cum again.
Actually, I was bestowing the same pleasures on
Carrie. We were constantly in motion, sometimes I would be on top, and then we
would both begin rocking and bucking as we came once again, and then I would
end up on the bottom, or even on our sides. Neither of us wanted to stop, and
we kept licking and sucking until we both fell asleep exhausted and totally
spent, while still locked together.
I woke up in the middle of the night, to the feeling
of Carrie’s lips and tongue once again happily licking and sucking me once
more. It felt so wonderful, that I just
had to return the favor, and reap the rewards until we both fell asleep once
again, once more spent, and aglow from the passion and flavor of each other’s
love offering.
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
The Bowl of Words Blog - Roommates & Lovers - Episode 2
Roommates & Lovers
Book 1 in a series of novelettes
By the Author of the Suzy & Katie Series
By: D. D. Story
Revise Edition
Once we had climbed the three flights of stairs, for
the third time already today, and the day was only half over, we quickly
decided that it would help keep us fit. When we reached our door, we saw that
there were two flyers and two envelopes in our dorm room mailbox. Carrie set down her load in order to unlock
to the door, grabbed the mail and added it to her stack, and together we
entered our room.
A deft flick of my foot caused the door to shut
completely, and we booth proceeded to drop our pile of books and supplies on
our beds, without anything spilling off.
We had never gotten around to removing the privacy screen before we had
gone out. Carrie looked at it and then
me, and together we folded it up, and stuck it under Carrie’s bed.
When she stood back up, we looked at each other,
took each other’s hands and Carrie said, “No walls between us my friend.” To which I quickly added, “No secrets between
us my friend.” Without any prompt, we both repeated what the other had said,
and ended in a hug, which seemed to linger just a bit longer than a friendly
hug.
I do not think either of us wanted to end it, but we
both did, as Carrie said; “Shall we see what’s in the mail, the envelopes look
intriguing don’t they.”
The first flyer was for a social gathering in the
common room of DePant Hall for seven this evening for all residents. “I guess
we know what we are doing tonight Vanity, but it doesn’t say how we are
supposed to dress.” In that case Carrie,
since this is Jones, let’s get all gussied up.”
Carrie got a big smile on her face, and said, “I
like your style Vanity, I love to be in Satin and Lace.”
“As do I Carrie, as do I.”
The second flyer was for the social mixer for the
upcoming Saturday that Dean Debutante had told me about. In addition, of the two envelopes, one was
addressed to Carrie and the other to me.
We each opened ours at the same time, and then smiled and held up
personal invitations to the other mixer to be held at Dean Debutante’s
residence, which was actually one of the grand houses on the campus. As far as
attire was concerned, it was quite simple, it said, to “Dress to Impress”.
I looked at Carrie, and said, “Not an invitation one
should turn down.” “You’re very correct
Vanity, I wonder who we are supposed to impress with how we dress.”
“Well if it is the Dean, then something alluring or
see through would make her day.”
Carrie laughed and added; “If she truly is a
lesbian, then if we went naked do you think that would impress.”
“Carrie, you’re crazy girl, I know we would impress,
but I’m not sure that is the first impression that we want to make; besides you
haven’t seen me naked, I might not impress at all.”
“True Vanity, but neither have you seen me; but if
your imagination is anything like mine, we both have a pretty good idea.”
“I guess we’ll just have to wait until we get
dressed for tonight.”
Somehow we were hugging again, as I heard Carrie
softly say, “Yes, no secrets, no walls.” This hug lasted even longer than the
last, and I could feel my nipples hard against my lace bra, buy the time we
released each other.
Things were progressing at an elevated pace, so we
both stepped back to give us a little space. Carrie’s face had a tinge of flush
to it, and if I looked into a mirror, I bet I would see the same thing on me.
We took a moment to compose ourselves, and set about
putting away our books and setting up our desks. Nothing was said for a couple of minutes, so
I looked over towards Carrie’s desk, and saw her sitting in her chair, turned
so that she was looking at me.
“Vanity, did it bother you that I hugged you?”
“Define bother Carrie, you didn’t feel me pull away
from you hugging me did you.”
“I meant did it upset you, was I too forward.”
‘No Carrie, it didn’t upset me, it did bother me,
but in a very nice way.”
“I’m glad to hear that it bothered you in a nice
way, because I did my best to hold myself in check and not kiss you.”
I slowly got up from my chair and crossed the narrow
space between our desks, and lowered my face to Carrie’s level, and softly
said, “You didn’t need to.” As I leaned forward, and kissed her lips for the
first time.
Somehow, we managed to get dressed for the night’s
social. We managed to keep it to only a limited amount of touching. Looking,
that was a very different matter, as we both watched each other undress and
dress for this first time.
We had both decided to go in Satin party dresses
with puffy crinolines, nylons and heels.
My dress was navy blue and Carrie’s was emerald green, we both had our
long hair down, and our lips highlighted in red lipstick. It was very hard for
both of us to resist kissing each other and ruining our makeup.
Let me step back for a moment, because until now you
have been guessing at what Carrie and I look like. Carrie is a fair complexioned blonde-haired
woman, and I can attest to her being a natural blonde, her eyes are blue, she
is shorter than I, at just five foot two, but her breasts are a slightly big
bigger than mine are, which is just fine with me.
One thing we will not be able to do, is share many
of our cloths. For I am tall for girls
in this era, as I am five feet, six inches in my bare feet, and thanks to my
grandfather and grandmother, I have a full head of curly red hair, that offset
my piercing green eyes. My breasts barely qualify as a “B” cup, but my nipples
would be perfect on a “C” when they are hard. I have also been blessed with a high
metabolism rate, so I have never had an issue with weight, which is a blessing,
since I love my sweets.
We began to hear voices out in the hall, and saw
that it was time for us to head down to this evening’s affair in the common
room. It was time for the other girls to
meet the team of Vanity Bench and Carrie Meaway.
We had decided not to bother to carry purses, since
we would not be leaving the dorm, and I laughed when Carrie took her key to the
room, and slipped it down the top of her dress, to join her breasts in her
bra. “Can I get it out when we get back
to the room? Carrie smiled and said;
“Yes, if no one is around when we come back up.”
We set the door to lock behind us, and headed down
the hall along with the other girls on the third floor. We were not the only ones who had decided to
dress up for tonight’s affair, but we also saw girls that were dressed very
casually as well. When we got down the
stairs to the common room, it was a full house.
As I glanced around the room, I decided that there were few who could
compare to Carrie and me for either outfits or looks.
While it was supposed to be a social mixer, it also
had so planned activities as we soon found out.
The Resident Advisers, better known as RA’s for each floor, gathered all
of the girls from their floor, and had us introduce ourselves to the other
members of the floor and the dorm as a whole.
When our RA call our room number, Carrie and I stood
up together, and by whispered agreement while we had waited, I took the
lead, “Since we both have somewhat
unique names, we decided earlier today that we would either have to become a
law firm or a vaudeville act.” I already
had a few laughing, when Carrie took over, “Now this long tall red head next to
me is Vanity Bench.” To which I quickly added; “And this cute little blonde
next to me is Carrie Meaway. We will
leave it up to you Law Firm or Vaudeville Act.”
By now, we had all of the girls in the room laughing, and our names had
become almost secondary, but ones that no one would forget.
Carrie and I began to laugh, when someone shouted,
let’s take a vote, and see how it turns out when we graduate. More started calling for a vote, until the
senior RA for the dorm called for quiet and then said; Okay ladies, All in favor
of the law firm of Vanity Bench and Carrie Meaway, raise your hand, and keep it
up while we get a count.” I was
surprised at how many hands went up for us as a law firm.
“Ok hands down, now how many vote for these two very
attractive young ladies, to become a vaudeville act.”
While they counted, Carrie leaned her head
next to mine and softly said; “I vote for lovers.” I almost started to laugh,
because I had had the same thought myself.
The senior RA held up her hand, and everyone settled
down again, “Okay, based on the vote, it seems we have the newest vaudeville
act in the country, Vanity Bench and Carrie Meaway, and our first entries in
our annual talent show.”
All of the girls in the room started to hoot and
laugh, as Carrie and I took each other’s hand, stepped forward, and took a bow.
The RA for our floor, came over to us, and gave us
each a hug, “Girls, now that is what I call and Ice Breaker, as well as a great
diversionary move on your parts.”
I looked a Carrie and said; “That shouldn’t be a
problem, we’ve found that we have a special chemistry between us, I couldn’t
have a better roommate.” To which Carrie
quickly added, “I couldn’t agree more.”
Miss Cutter, our RA, smiled and said, “Yes, I
thought I saw spark jump between you both when you met today. You might not
want to hold hands too much in public, at least for a while yet.”
Carrie and I booth realized that we had never let go
of the other’s hand, after we had taken our bow. We released each other’s hand, and Carrie
asked; “So when is the talent show, we’ll have to work on our act.”
“It’s just before the Christmas break, but don’t
take it to seriously, it is meant to be a night of fun, before to we leave for
the holidays.”
With that our RA drifted away to talk with other
girls on our floor, as Carrie and I went over to the buffet table, and each
picked up a plate, and began to load it with treats and other deserts; And then
joined the rest of the girls as we all got to know each other.
Sometime during the evening, someone slipped vodka
into the punch, and the fun really began. The RA’s seemed to look the other
way, as long as no one became too intoxicated, or complained.
Carrie and I spent most of the party together, but
we were apart from time to time, and I know I was hit on at least three times
during the party. Maybe because of
anticipating being together with Carrie later, had me sending out strong
signals tonight, but I have learned how not to signal in the last two years.
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