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.
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