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***
Sophiesticated Stories
***

This story is intended for adults older than 21, and living in an area
that does not forbid artistic material deemed pornographic by community
standards. Some adults may find artistic depictions of human sexuality
as detestable, and these people are discouraged from continuing, as
well.

Although this work is the intellectual property of the author, and is
therefore protected under copyright protection laws, the author does
authorize reproduction of this work in the electronic medium for
whatever purposes so long as the content is not changed in any way,
including this tag. Authorization is also given to reformat the layout
in any way and into any format the user sees fit, so long as every line
is included verbatim.

Thank you.

***
Introduction
***

My erotic literature has never been published on the Internet, so I feel
it necessary to introduce myself and my stories.

My psuedonym is Sophie "Sophiesticated" Mille (my real first name is
Sophie), and authoring erotic literature is a hobby of mine. Beginning
when I was a teenager, I first attempted an erotic story after
participating in a dial-up bulletin board system's (BBS) adult chat
forum. I lied about being underage, so I had no problem acquiring access
to the more interesting areas of this public system.

It was an extreme novelty (or should I say turn-on) for the
predominantly male population of the adult section of the BBS to see a
female participating in the discussions. Inspired by other local adult
literature, I authored my own stories at the request of many of the men,
and the rest is history.

Unless somebody other than myself has posted those old stories to the
Internet, my work has never seen light on the Internet.

"Sophiesticated Stories" is a new concept that I have come up with to
begin my portfolio of online publications. The stories are all based
loosely on my real-life experiences and my own sexual fantasies, all put
together in this psuedononymous creation, Sophie Mille.

In the course of a first-person perspective story, it is difficult to
get a discription of the narrator/protagonist without using cliched
tactics, such as the look in the mirror. Erotic literature is already
rife with cliches, so I am just going to describe myself (rather an
artistically licensed version of myself) in this introduction.

I am a 5'3", blonde haired, blue eyed girl. My hair is just short of
shoulders length, and has a natural waviness to it. It is a light
blonde, not quite the quintessential platinum blonde, but definitely not
a yellow or light brown either. I tend to describe faces with
abstractions, as I feel that using exact detail on this area takes
something out of the most important physical feature of a person. I
won't even attempt to describe my own face in this manner, so you can
insert your own mind's idealized face on me. I'm definitely not a big
girl, and although I am very athletic, I still appear very small,
although my legs do show their tone. What would a story be without a
breast description, eh? Well, I wear b-cups; my breasts are not huge
mountains, but are not little buds, either. I would say that I have a
happy medium between roundness and perkiness. Not much left to say here.

I'll stop boring you, and get on with the story. You can email your
comments and criticism to me at sophiestikate@hotmail.com.

Enjoy,
-Sophie "Sophiesticated" Mille

***
Sophiesticated Stories 1 "Orientation"
***

A chilling wind blew as I crossed the street. My clothes soaked in rain
as though they were made of sponge, and I knew that the two expensive
books carried under my arm would be damaged. I just hoped that they
would still be readable after all of this.

What a way to start school! My first day at college, and a massive rain
could have destroyed hundreds of dollars of books! Not only that, I also
wore a white blouse made from extremely thin material.

Embarrassed, I brought the books up to cover myself. I felt alone and
nervous as I walked the narrow alleyways of the campus, searching for
the dormitory. I wasn't even precisely sure where it was! For an
18-year-old girl, this was a very frightening experience.

I sighed in relief as I glimpsed, down an alley, the unmistakable fa ade
of my dormitory. I scurried down the way, holding my books in place to
prevent further embarrassment.

Entering the main common room, I realized that I needed my student
identification to pass the security office. Much to my relief, a bench
sat along the right wall, which ran all the way to the corner. I could
easily sit at the end of it and face the corner, disallowing everybody a
view of my chest (which I knew just had to look like it had been through
a wet t-shirt contest) as I searched for the ID in my purse.

I sat down and began the search. I quickly found the plastic card and
placed it between my fingers. I repositioned the books so that they once
again concealed my predicament, and quickly made my way to the window.

The woman behind the glass greeted me: "Looks like you got caught in the
weather," she stated, disregarding the obviousness of the answer.

As I handed her my identification, I gave her a polite nod.

"You remember the way back to your room, right?" she asked; something
that I and many other freshmen at the college would be asked repeatedly
over the next couple of days.

I nodded again, but as I tried to retrieve my card from her, the ordered
monotony of the situation fell into chaos. The books slipped from my
tight grasp. In a reflexive motion, my knee extended to stop the books'
descent, only knocking one of them towards the wall, where it hit and
rebounded into the hallway. They both hit with a wet sounding thud.

I prayed that nobody was behind me as I turned around to collect the
fallen books, but my bad fortune continued. I looked into the eyes of
two guys who obviously wanted to laugh, or more likely, they wanted an
eyeful of my breasts through the nearly transparent wet blouse. I
refrained from modestly covering up my breasts with my hands, as I
somehow felt that would have been even more embarrassing.

I gathered my books and my ID, and began to run up to my room. I hoped
that my roommate, Sarah, would still be in a class. I wanted to break
down and cry as soon as I was in the safety of my room.

I turned the final corner after traversing several flights of stairs,
only to see that the door to my room was open, indicating occupancy. I
felt like sobbing right there. I even felt tears welling up, but I
successfully suppressed any sobbing as I turned into our room.

"Oh my, what happened to you?" Sarah asked the moment I entered.

"Just a little wet," I said pitifully with the painfully obvious tone of
someone about to cry.

Sarah quickly walked to my side, and closed the door behind me. She put
her arm around me in a comforting manner, leading me to sit on my bed.

"Oh dear, what's the matter?" she asked me.

I sat down with her beside me, and began to sob uncontrollably, without
giving a reason.  She pulled me into a kind embrace, and began to hush
me while gently rubbing my back with her hand.

"I can't believe-- all of-- this happened to me-- today-- I want to-- go
home," I cried into her shoulder, barely able to get any words out
between sobs.

"There, there.  Tell me what happened."

I cried for a few more seconds before lifting my head. Sarah had already
produced some tissues, and offered them to me. I took them, and wiped my
tears away.

"I guess it's just been a bad day for me. These books are probably
ruined. The rain wetted down my shirt, and I dropped the books in front
of just about everybody in the building, letting them see, well, this,"
I said, pointing to my breasts, after composing myself a bit. "I
honestly don't know if I can take it here."

"Well, I really hope you don't leave. There'll be a lot of upset guys in
the classes you were at today!" she smiled at me.

"Why's that?" I asked, even though I knew she was using flattery as a
tactic to make me feel better.

After a slight hesitation, she said, "Well, you are a beautiful girl!
I'm sure everybody that saw you today already has a crush on you!"

I smiled and said, "Oh thank you. That's so sweet."

I looked at Sarah for a moment. She was an extremely pretty girl. She
had straight light brunette hair, about shoulders length, which was
currently pulled up. She had a face that I thought was especially
attractive--very cute, yet not overly petite features. Her green eyes
were radiant; they implored one to look deeper, as they might have
contained within them some of the mysteries of the universe. She wasn't
tall (5'4" at the most), but her body was a work of art. Everything was
in the correct proportions.

Obviously, I found Sarah to be very attractive. At that time, I had not
had any "experiences" with other girls, and although I sometimes
imagined what a lesbian encounter might be like in passing thoughts, it
wasn't a huge fantasy of mine. However, I noticed in looking at Sarah
that I felt strange. I definitely felt attracted to her, but I didn't
know how seriously it was affecting me until later.

"You'd better get out of those wet clothes before you get sick," Sarah
finally suggested.

I agreed, and quickly found some dry clothes in my drawer. I felt a
little strange about removing my clothes in front of Sarah. I told
myself that I was nervous because I had only known her for two days.
However, I had never felt strange about my body in front of any other
girls. Without realizing it, my attraction to her precluded me from
feeling comfortable in front of her.

Modestly, I unbuttoned my shirt in a corner facing away from Sarah. As I
pulled the shirt from my body, I felt the water roll down my back, and
drip onto the floor. I put the shirt on a chair, and glanced back to
Sarah. She was ostensibly immersed in one of her schoolbooks, paying no
attention to me. I decided to be a bit freer in my changing, so that she
wouldn't think that I didn't trust her or feel odd around her.

I promptly removed the remainder of my clothes down to my underwear. I
didn't really need to change my panties (the jeans held most of the
water away), but I desperately needed to change my bra: it was soaked.

I undid the hook, and turned towards the dresser as I removed it. As I
searched for the dry bra that I had taken out of the dresser, I noticed
in the mirror that Sarah was staring at me--right at my breasts, in
fact. Her eyes met mine in the mirror, and she quickly and awkwardly
returned them to her book.

An odd sensation overcame me--a cold chill. The thought of Sarah having
a sexual attraction to me really turned something on inside of me. This
time, I had much more than a passing thought about sex with another
woman.

I shook the sensation, and hurriedly dressed. Returning to the bed, I
lay down and prepared for a nap. Sarah had moved to a chair at the
computer desk to watch the television, which she turned on. I didn't
even know what she was watching, because before the commercials that
were playing when she turned the TV on were over, I had fallen asleep.

***

I awakened with a start as a loud noise crackled the air. I sat up
abruptly, and tried to come to my senses. The door was slightly ajar,
and I could hear people in the hallway. I quickly deduced that two guys
had been horse playing, and one of them had hit the wall, causing the
sound that had echoed through the room.

I looked around, and noticed that Sarah wasn't there. When I thought
about her again, I felt a powerful longing for her. I tried to block the
thoughts and feelings because it seemed so strange to be having this
deep emotional attraction to her. Before, I had just thought that I was
extremely open minded enough to realize her beauty, but now I was
beginning to contemplate being with Sarah sexually. It was a very
strange feeling indeed--almost difficult to cope with.

I tried to tell myself that I was feeling this way because everything
was so different now. College, living away from home, independence--my
life was going through many changes. Also, Sarah was there to comfort me
when I was feeling very low. That was my attempt at a rationale, but it
sure didn't help to ease my longing for the girl.

I decided that it would be a good time to take my shower for the night.
It was dusk, and I had a class at 8 o'clock the next morning. I found my
pajamas and robe, and headed to the showers.

* * *

The showers were made up of private stalls. I had feared that there
might be a fully public shower setup (even though that type of
arrangement is almost predominantly found in male showers). I didn't
fancy the notion of cleaning my private areas with other people
watching.

As I entered the large shower hall, the sound of the water hitting the
hard floor prevailed throughout. It sounded as if there may have been
two other people showering, so I chose a stall that was not too close to
the occupied showers.

I commenced with the showering ritual without much incident. During the
shower, I heard a girl talking to another before apparently leaving with
her.

Finishing my shower, I ran a hard bristled brush though my hair to
ensure that no tangling occurred. Unfortunately, I lost my grip on the
handle, and the brush hit the floor with a small splash and a loud
plastic smack. When I bent down for it, I painfully hit my head on the
shower knob.

"SHIT!" I screamed in pain and anger.

"Sophie?" I heard the familiar voice of Sarah, but shocked by the
pain-induced disorientation, I fell back, audibly thumping against the
wall.

Immediately, I heard the urgent pitter-patter of wet feet on the floor
as she hurried to check on me.

"Sophie, are you all right?" she said, as she got closer.

I wanted to tell her not to come in, because of my apprehensions about
my feelings; but by the time it was on my lips, she had thrown the
shower curtain back, and was before me in all her splendid nakedness.

"Well, yeah," I answered, noticing how beautifully shaped her breasts
were. They weren't huge (maybe only a b-cup), but they were
aesthetically pleasing to say the least. "I just fell back after bumping
my head, that's all."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Before answering her, I looked at her eyes, trying to discern whether
she was sneaking glimpses of my body. I really couldn't tell.

"Yea--" I said too soon, as a pain erupted from the point of impact,
leaving me moaning in agony.

Sarah jumped into the stall, and stood in front of me. She stooped down,
and put her hands on each of my shoulders.

"I guess you hit your head harder than you thought," she said, as she
brushed some water off my shoulder.

"Yeah, I guess so!"

I was electrified by Sarah's touch. I couldn't believe the feelings that
I was experiencing. Just her warm hands on my shoulders made me quiver
with want. I could even feel tinglings in "certain" areas, as I
languished for more of her soft touch.

Sarah began to gently rub my head, looking for the point of impact. I
pointed it out, and she parted the hair around the injury. I savored the
exquisite feeling of her fingers in my hair, ever so lightly rubbing my
scalp. She was very careful not to put any pressure on my bruise.

"It's bruising a little bit. The swelling will more than likely be
unnoticeable under your hair."

I reached up, and she responsively helped me to my feet. I was now face
to face with her, and I fantasized about the both of us joining in a
passionate kiss. As she pushed the hair that was dangling in my face
behind my ears, I almost kissed the palm of one of her hands as it moved
past my mouth, but I was still in control--albeit barely.

"There you go," she said, very softly. She looked into my eyes and we
stood for a moment in silence.

"Th-- Thank you," I nervously stammered out.

My imagination expected her to embrace me and begin a kiss; I repeatedly
thought the words, "Please, oh please!"

After a few tense moments, she finally said, "Well, you'd better dry off
and get dressed. You look cold." She then smiled, and added, "I need to
finish the shower you interrupted."

Sarah playfully punched me in the shoulder as she said this. I just
looked at her for the moment she remained in the stall with me, mentally
begging her to kiss me, or touch me, or just stay with me. However, my
fantasy was crushed when she disengaged my stare, and strolled out of
the stall.

I sat back down, and listened as she turned her water back on. The
thought of those tiny, yet myriad, beads of water hitting her and
rolling down her sweet body, caused me to pine in despair. My stomach
knotted, and my heart ripped into pieces. It was the same feeling as
loving somebody that won't requite your feelings--extreme pain!

I had to go to her! She had been staring at my naked body in the dorm
room. Yes! She was checking ME out! She had, at least, some attraction
towards me, she must have.

Risking embarrassment tenfold times tenfold to the fiftieth power worse
than what had happened to me earlier in the day with the see-through
blouse, I decided to pursue my feelings. I exited the stall, and began
my journey towards her stall.

However, as I stepped out, a girl sitting on the bench along the
opposite wall greeted me. She waved at me, and quickly finished tying
her shoes.

"Hi there, girl," she said, making me extremely aware of my nakedness.
"What's your name?"

"Uhhh-- oh, Sophie," I said with all of the eloquence of a deaf and dumb
mute.

"Very nice to meet you, Sophie. I'm Kelly."

My heart pounded in my chest. It felt like it would leap from my bosom
and leak all my blood into a drain hole in the middle of the room. I
humored Kelly with simple "yeahs" and nods, and every second, my fears
about the coming situation had me approaching breakdown.

I began to hate Kelly's incessant small talk. She didn't know what I was
going through. In between my answers, as she chatted, I felt myself
nearing hyperventilation.

All I could think about was what to do once I entered Sarah's shower.
Would I have the nerve to tell her how I felt and what I wanted, or
would I stop short? Would I get in through the curtain, and have to make
some excuse why I was there? Oh God! What was I going to do?

"KELLY, YOU STUPID BITCH, LEAVE ME ALONE AND GO FIND SOMEBODY ELSE TO
PESTER!!!"

Of course, I really didn't say that, but almost as if she had heard my
thoughts, Kelly bade me farewell. I was now alone in the shower hall
with Sarah.

This was it. It seemingly took me forever to take my first step towards
her stall. I felt fear welling up inside me. This could have made
relations between us odd (to say the extremely very least) if she didn't
feel the same way. I could lose what I eventually might have considered
my best friend if her feelings were not reciprocal. However, when I
thought about not being able to have her, the heartsick feeling returned
stronger, and it overpowered my mere reservations about pursuing this
line of action.

Standing by the curtain to her stall, I could still hear the water
droplets beating off Sarah's soft body. I could hear her rubbing
herself. Maybe she was cleaning her inner thigh, running her soapy hand
up and up, until finally she began to pleasure herself, slowly slipping
her fingers through her hungry slit. I was barely able to shake that
image without moaning.

I couldn't wait any longer. I peeked into the stall. Sarah stood in the
middle, just out of the stream of the showerhead, lathering her hair
with shampoo. She must have had her eyes closed to prevent soap from
entering, because she didn't notice the light enter as I pushed the
curtain open. I decided to slip in quietly, and hoped not to scare her
(why I thought that I wouldn't scare her is beyond me; I know I enjoy
finding unexpected visitors in the shower).

I now stood in the stall with her. I examined the contrast of her
contours in comparison to the sharp lines of the masonry walls that
separated the stalls. I took in the sight of her beautifully shaped
buttocks, and her small waist, and her soft back. I watched her muscles
working as she kneaded and knotted her hair with the soap. I followed a
lone soap trail from her hair as it slithered down the side of her back,
until it was caught in a stream of water, unable to resist the power of
Earth's gravity (much like I was unable to resist the pull of my lust
for Sarah).

I wanted to reach out my hand to touch her, but I lost my nerve. I stood
there in absolute shock as she continued washing. I couldn't move! I
paralyzed myself with fear, and I could find no merit in any action that
my brain came up with. I couldn't leave. I couldn't get Sarah's
attention. It was as though I was literally glued to that spot, unable
to come to my senses; but then, her arm brushed up against me!

Sarah screamed and jumped around to see me standing there. She grabbed
her chest as if to hold her heart in place, and leaned her head back to
rinse the soap from her eyes. I just sat there, frightened, waiting for
her reaction.

"What do you want?" she asked, still shaking from her startle. "You
know, you nearly frightened me to death. I was liable to hit you!"

She seemed to have a slightly annoyed quality to her voice and
expression, but they quickly relinquished to her cheerful smile as she
awaited my answer.

My answer--oh yes--I needed to respond. Humans that have mastered the
art of language provide an answer or explanation when another human's
tone of voice ascends at the end of a spoken sentence. However, I just
stood there, like a tree, or even something less lifelike. I am positive
that there was a look in my eyes not unlike that of a deer caught in the
headlights of a speeding tractor-trailer truck.

Sarah grabbed my arms near the shoulder, and gently shook me while
saying, "Are you all right, hon?  What's the matter?"

I just looked at her with the same look, and my lips began to quiver. At
first, I believed that I would start to cry, but something remarkable
happened. I slipped one of my arms behind her, and pulled her body close
to mine. Our faces were inches apart, and I noticed her beautiful eyes
displaying shock. I tried to discern what she felt about this approach,
but nothing. She just seemed very startled.

Sarah's eyes glanced down towards my lips. I, in turn, looked at her
lips, and they were now parting. I didn't give her time to relate to me
what she was going to do. I pressed my lips up against hers, and began
to kiss her, sensually.

Rapture! I felt her hands release their grip on my shoulders, and slide
around to my back. My tongue was in her mouth, and I felt hers caressing
it. She returned the favor by moving her tongue into my mouth, and we
were engaged in a true, reciprocating kiss.

That "heartachy" feeling fled, but I quickly became aware of another all
too powerful drive inside of me. I wanted her in every way that I could.
I had been fantasizing about sex with Sarah the whole time that I was in
the shower, but now it was obvious that I really wanted to go all the
way. I hadn't even had sex with a man, yet. I just felt that this was
something that absolutely had to happen, and soon.

As I was kissing her, I felt yet another fear. Now that I was kissing
her, would she accept anything more? Could I cup her breasts in my hands
and caress them, or fondle her butt? Could I run my hand down her front
side, and slowly make that trip to her sex?

I did not have to make the decision. Sarah broke from kissing my lips,
and began kissing down the side of my face to my neck, and she didn't
stop there! I felt tinglings that I had never felt before explode inside
of me. I was so excited.

As her head moved lower, I could smell the scent of the shampoo that she
was using. I ran my fingers through her slightly lathered hair as she
continued to kiss my body. She had now kissed her way directly in
between my breasts, her cheeks brushing the sides of my mounds.

However, before continuing onto one of them, or heading down farther,
she abruptly stopped. I knew that I would yelp in despair if she had
changed her mind about this.

I pitifully whispered, "Please don't stop."

Very breathily, Sarah muttered, "I think we should do this in the room.
This is not the best place."

Although it was very hard for me to agree to stop, it indeed was a
public place, and our stay at the university would become very difficult
if people knew about us.

"Go up to our room, and wait on me. I have to finish my shower," she
ordered. "I'll rinse my hair and be up very soon."

Sarah pulled me close to her again, and we began another, very
passionate kiss. I could feel her warm and wet breasts pressed against
mine. I was conscious of every single point of our bodies that touched.
I wanted to beg her to start now. I wanted to feel her fingers in my
pussy as she licked my wanting body. I wanted her so!

As though Sarah knew exactly what I wanted, she slid her hand in between
our touching bodies. It was flat against my wet stomach, and she was now
slowly moving it down. I sighed in anticipation. She inched ever nearer
to my pussy, and I couldn't wait. Her fingers grazed my pubic hair; only
another inch and my nerves would finally taste sensation! I spread my
legs, but she stopped her hand's decent, and broke away from my kissing.
She looked into my pleading eyes for a moment, and then flashed an
impish smile.

Sarah turned away from me, and said, "I'll meet you in the dorm room."

I stood in shock for a moment. My body had been quivering in the heat of
the moment, and now I just felt very cold and wet. After regaining a
little bit of my composure, I let out an annoyed sounding "hmph" to
which Sarah only laughed evilly.

I left the stall, and quickly put my robe on. In no time, I was back to
our room, drooling in anticipation.

***

I quickly removed my bathrobe, and slipped under the blankets on my bed.
I didn't want somebody in the hall to see me naked when Sarah opened the
door. I was still quite damp, and water soaked into the bed, but I
didn't care. My only care was Sarah.

I was a bit shocked to have no fear about what was going to happen. I
had never been in a sexual experience with anyone, let alone another
woman. The furthest that I had ever been was making out with a guy, with
a little petting. Although my stomach was certainly tight in
anticipation, the only thing on my mind was pleasing and being pleased
by Sarah; and there was nothing that would change my mind about
proceeding.

Seemingly, hours were passing in minutes. In restlessness, I stroked my
body mindlessly. My hands ran across my hot wet skin, stimulating every
inch in their wake. I imagined Sarah's soft touch as I continued, unable
to stop myself. I don't think I even realized what I was doing; I found
myself that lost in my own stimulation and imagination.

I continued to massage my body, as I thought about her sweet kisses on
my body: on the nape of my neck, on my pert nipples, on my tight
stomach. I exhaled deeply as my imagination flourished with images and
imagined feelings of her sweet sex; and without thought, my legs spread
and my fingers were gently brushing my most erogenous of areas.

Tinglings radiated throughout my body. As I gently rubbed the area above
my budding clitoris, playfully teasing myself, I shuddered and breathily
emoted Sarah's name. I had yearned for these sensations all night, and
now I just couldn't stop myself.

I slipped a finger inside me, accruing a fair amount of lubrication from
my damp vagina. As my finger stretched my labia, tugging at my begging
clitoris, I moaned eagerly. With that, I forcefully pressed two of my
fingers against my pussy, and began to run up and down the length of it.
I continued for several strokes, and then pressed my fingers once again
into myself to reclaim the juices on the tips of my fingers.

I returned my fingers to their original mark. With two fingers, I gently
greased my clitoris with my own lubricants; and as I did, I thrust my
whole body towards them. My fingers took the hint, and very directly
began to focus on their new target.

My teeth clenched at the overwhelming force of my deliciously embattled
nerves, exuding explosive bursts of sensation throughout my loins as I
slid my fingers downward, and then upwards, and then repeating those
motions upon my little bud. My breathing, in time with my fighting
fingers, created a slight hissing as the air escaped and returned
through my gritting teeth.

I could feel myself building towards an explosive end; I writhed
uncontrollably, and moaned all sorts of incoherent mutterings. In the
back of my mind, I really wanted to wait for Sarah, but every time that
little voice told me to stop, the tension, in demand of its release,
told me to continue.

My orgasm was just out of reach now. I could feel it closing in, and I
worked as hard as I could to bring it closer. My fingers now traveled
over my clitoris, and down into my vagina, from whence they returned.
Over and over again, I accelerated the pace of my rubbing. My breathing
was just short of hyperventilation, and my other hand teased, pinched,
and tugged at my body in random spots, turning on every little spot that
I touched.

As pictures of Sarah performing on me flashed through my head, the door
opened. My mind didn't even comprehend what had happened at first. I
just wanted to cum, so I dug at myself as hard as ever.

"Oh, hon, wait for me," I heard Sarah cry as she closed the door.

"Oh Sarah, oh!" I moaned.

I frustratingly stopped myself just short of the Promised Land, as I
watched Sarah remove her robe. I trembled as she folded it, and placed
it on the back of a chair. It was all that I could do to keep from
finishing the job that I had started.

I caught my breath as I watched Sarah. Her wet skin glistened in the
light of the overhead fixture. I looked at her cute, well-trimmed pubic
hair, which was just a little tuft above her pussy. As she came towards
the bed, my eyes caught her splendid breasts, slightly jiggling with
each step she took. For a split second, my body took control, and I
thrust my hips, trying to come into contact with any stimulus to give me
pleasure, but to no avail.

Sarah smiled as she slid under the covers with me. I could feel her
warmth, which was almost intense. I smelled her perfumed body and
shampooed hair. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close to me.

"I guess I'll finish what you started," Sarah said very quietly, but
with a hint of sarcastic jollity to her voice.

I gathered my willpower, and replied, "Not before I'm done with you."

Sarah cooed and enthusiastically forced me into a kiss. This time, her
tongue was very forceful, and I knew that she was just as horny as I
was. I was kicking myself for not letting her finish me first.

I broke away from her kissing, and rolled on top of her. I positioned
myself so that I could easily kiss her body as I moved down the bed. I
was a little bit nervous, as I had never done anything like this, so I
was just going on what I thought that I would like.

The blanket slipped off my back and onto the floor as I looked down upon
Sarah's breasts. I cupped her left one in my hand, and moved in to kiss
it. I started below her nipple, and slowly licked, kissed, and sucked my
way around the areola, avoiding her actual nipple. Sarah giggled what I
could only call an erotic giggle, and as I continued to suck around her
nipple, she whispered my name, making my pussy ache even more for
stimulation.

I finally focused on her nipple. I closed my mouth around it, sucking
quite a large area of her breast into my mouth. I slowly released the
vacuum hold I had created, letting the skin slowly slip through my lips.
Sarah slid a hand under me, and began to rub her own pussy. She moaned
lightly, and the thought of her touching herself made me hotter than
ever, but I continued the slow release.

Finally, her nipple slipped through my mouth with a pop. I sucked her
other nipple into my mouth, but this time as I released, I very rapidly
ran my tongue back and forth across the tip of her hardened protrusion.
As Sarah moaned delightedly at this, I could hear her fingers rubbing
about on her hot sex. I pictured her fingers in the slit, rubbing up and
down, and moaned as I licked her nipple as fast as I could.

I playfully licked at her nipple a few final times, before moving down
her body. She removed her hand from her crotch, and began to gently
caress my scalp as I slowly kissed down her stomach. The taste of her
skin and the smell of her body were unbelievable! Everything about her
burned me up inside.

When I had kissed to her navel, I began to rub Sarah's inner thigh with
one of my hands. As I first touched her there, she squeaked rather
cutely and gave a little jump. Sarah's legs were spread wide, so I ran
my hand very softly up and to her other thigh, coyly skipping over her
vagina, giving her a taste of the frustrating longing that I was going
through. As I did this, I slowed my kissing and made sure that she would
feel like she was waiting an eternity until finally tasting the end of
her lust.

Sarah moaned every time that I closed my lips around her skin. I could
feel her stomach muscles clenching with expectation as I kissed my way
down. She writhed wildly under me, obviously trying to thrust herself
onto my wandering hand, but never with success. I giggled every time she
tried it, but she continued nonetheless.

Now I could feel her pubic hair brushing my chin. I closed my mouth once
again in a kiss, but this time I ran my finger of the teasing hand up
the length of her pussy. It parted her lips, and I felt her slick,
velvety wetness beyond. Sarah grasped a clump of my wet hair in her hand
and exhaled deeply.

The smell of Sarah's sex now reached my nose; it was very light, and
almost unnoticeable under the perfume she had put on, but it was
unmistakably there. All of my senses were taking her in, and I felt like
exploding into a chaotic frenzy. My pussy was tingling so badly that I
once again moaned at the thought of my impending pleasure.

I rubbed my finger, now drenched in her hot juices, in circular motions
around her clitoris without directly touching it. Sarah's moaning was
music to my ears, which urged me to keep going.

I then began to lick a trail to my final destination. I flattened my
finger out on her clitoris, and forcefully rubbed her clit left and
right. Sarah purred as I kissed closer and closer, inching my salivating
mouth downward.

When my tongue finally felt the beginning of her slit under her pubic
hair, I removed my finger from her clit, and moved down to begin the
final stretch of her trip to orgasm. I enclosed my lips around her
clitoris, and sucked it into my mouth, quickly releasing it in the same
manner that I had used on her nipples. I savored my first taste of her;
it wasn't particularly a good taste, as in delicious, but in the heat of
passion, the flavor was intoxicating, only adding to my enjoyment.

I used both of my thumbs to spread her lips apart to get a better shot
at her love center. I started by making very fast licks with my whole
tongue flat on her pussy, starting at the bottom and ending at her clit.
I repeated this about five times, and then commenced a regular rhythm
focused upon her clit.

Sarah's moaning became shorter and higher pitched as I commenced with
ever increasing speed. She swayed her hips back and forth, making the
bed thump as it shifted on the carpet.

I had to come up for some breath, so I rubbed again with the fingers of
one hand, but this time I inserted the index finger of my free hand into
her vagina, slipping it slowly in and out. Looking at the action, I was
transfixed by all of the movement. It really turned me on to see my
fingers shifting around her flesh and flying about in that cute little
mound. I kept imagining how it would feel when she did this to me.

"Sophie-- Sophie-- oh-- oh-- I'm close, hon, I'm soOOoo close!" Sarah
whispered through her moans. "I'm gonna cum, Sophie, honey! Mmmm--
Sophie!"

I quickly moved back in, and sucked her throbbing clitoris into my
mouth. I licked it while it was in my mouth with quite a bit of speed. I
tried to create as much friction as possible without causing her pain. I
pumped her warm wet hole, slipping my finger in and out and faster and
faster.

Sarah's muscles tensed at first, and her elevating moans became quick,
soft squeals. I tried to speed up even more, but I was already moving as
fast as I could. She dug her feet into the bed, and lifted her whole
body into the air, and then she erupted into spasm, circling her hips in
sharp bursts. It was hard to keep with her, but I did.

Sarah's vaginal walls constricted and released my penetrating finger in
rhythm with her thrashing body, squeezing her juices to the forefront of
her canal. Her squeals had become cute growls as she forced every bit of
her ecstasy into this sweet release.

"Sophie, Sophie, Sophie-- Mmmmmm-- mmmmmm--" she sounded so sweet as she
purred at the end of her climax.

Sarah relaxed onto the bed, and her moans decreased in volume and
frequency. I popped her clitoris out of my mouth, and slowly pulled my
finger out of her. I relished the feeling of her pussy as it let go of
my finger; seemingly anything could turn me on now. I lapped at her
wetness one last time, getting a final taste of the remnants of her
explosive orgasm.

I crawled up Sarah's hot body, stealing a quick kiss at the side of her
left breast. She looked up at me with a very kind smile. She looked so
satisfied and so beautiful.

"Oh Sophie, I want you to feel as good as I just did," Sarah said
through her breathing, of which she was only now regaining composure.

I crawled back up the bed, and lay down beside Sarah. She leaned over
and gently kissed me on the shoulder, the whole time keeping her eyes
fixed on mine. From her position on her back, she rolled onto her side,
and began to kiss my arm starting from the same place that she had just
kissed.

My body now burned with fire. Her sweet kisses, moving slowly down my
arm, ignited my soul. Her kissing was slow and deliberate. The feeling
of the wetness inside of her lips as they closed around my skin sent me
into a utopia that not even the most gifted of authors could conceive.

Sarah took my hand into hers, and she brought it to her mouth. I
unfurled my hand, and she gently kissed the palm. She found her way to
my thumb, and sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue tickled it as she
licked about. I looked into her eyes again, which were still focused
into my eyes, and all I could see was an insatiable hunger. The
sensations excited me so much that I arched my back, closed my eyes, and
exhaled in a purr not unlike that of a panther.

Sarah repeated the same process on all of my fingers. As hot as I was
for direct sensation, I took in every feeling with delight. When she
lightly licked my wrist, a wave traversed my body, which caused my hips
to lurch forward in search of gratification.

Sarah continued kissing as she moved back up my arm. When she was past
my elbow, I bent my forearm back, and ran my fingers through her wet
hair. I then added a little pressure, attempted to push her in "the
right direction". She just ignored my urgings, and continued at her slow
pace.

Once again, Sarah was at my shoulder, but instead of lingering there,
she suddenly took me into a kiss. Her tongue entered my mouth as she
crawled on top of me. As it made its journey inside my mouth, I licked
it gently, making her moan. All the while, I was aware of her breasts,
which touched my own as they hung above me. I could feel the stickiness
of my own saliva on her nipples as they brushed my own from the motion
caused by our kissing.

Without a word, Sarah broke our kiss, and rose. She sat on my stomach,
although very lightly, as her knees supported most of her weight. I
could feel her warm pussy, very sticky, against my skin where she sat. I
looked over her body once more, and took both of her hands into mine.
Our hands intertwined, and she smiled warmly at me. She knew that I was
on the verge of screaming at her to eat me out, as my hands shook as I
tried to push her toward my pussy.

This time, she moved down the bed and got into the position that I had
wanted her in for an eternity. She gave me a quick peck near my navel,
and then she was in place.

I threw my head back and moaned Sarah's name loudly as she finally
touched me. She had put the tips of both of her index fingers against my
labia and pulled them apart, which sent me into another dimension. That
was only the beginning; she lapped at the newly revealed surfaces beyond
the gates, and I tweaked my nipples as my back arched. I almost cried at
these long sought after sensations. I was so wound up that every little
touch set me off.

Sarah's tongue curled up through my pussy, and tickled the bottom of my
clitoris. She began to repeat, and each time she did this, I felt myself
losing control. She licked faster at my wet velvety skin; tinglings were
building up in my loins. I wanted to let loose and cum, but I also
wanted this to continue forever.

Sarah removed her hands from my pussy, and began to massage my body as
she licked. My thighs, my buttocks, my belly--she was stimulating me all
over, and this only added to my heightened awareness of her touch.

I felt Sarah's mouth close around my clit. Her tongue circled it several
times, before she began a primarily longitudinal pattern across it. She
also began sucking on it and then relaxing repeatedly. This put me on
the final leg of the journey; sweet orgasm was creeping on slowly, but
definitely surely now!

I grabbed one of Sarah's roaming hands as it passed below my left
breast, and squeezed it tightly. She squeezed back as she sucked my
clitoris once again, but this time she kept the vacuum tight as she
lashed her tongue against it harder and harder.

"Sarah, oh Sarah! Oh, Sar-- keep doin' that, harder. Keep doing it. I'm
coming close-- I'm going to cum hard for you, Sarah. Please,
mmmmmMMmmmm!!! I wamma cum!" I cooed with much speed.

The sensation of each tongue stroke upon my clitoris now quickly built
upon the previous one with increasing cumulative power. The tingling all
at once exploded in a flurry of electricity throughout my body. All of
my senses shifted directly to my overdriven vaginal area, even though at
the same time my whole body erupted. My stomach muscles tightened and
released in ripples as sensation commandeered my nerves. I held my
breath and began to spasm, roiling my hips about, and driving my nails
into Sarah's hand that I had taken moments earlier.

Sarah continued to suck and lick as my legs wrapped around her, pulling
her in closer; at the same time, I wanted to stop her because I could
hardly stand the sensations anymore, but I held with her. The waves of
my orgasm hit their peak, and I ground my teeth as I threw my head back,
grunting, crying, screaming, and moaning seemingly all at the same time.
My mind was flooded with only Sarah's tongue upon my clitoris.

After the peak, I quickly came down in several short bursts of orgasmic
bliss. Now I really couldn't stand any more sensation, so I pulled back.
My pussy popped out of Sarah's mouth wetly. She looked up into my eyes,
and I just smiled weakly and kissed her hand that I had probably injured
in my cumming. She laughed gently, and crawled up to lay beside me.

I turned my head, and kissed Sarah on the lips once again. This time I
could taste myself, but strangely, I wasn't disgusted as I thought that
I should have been. I just wanted to kiss the girl that had made me feel
SO amazing! It was just a short kiss, but I just had to let her know how
I felt.

"Oh Sarah," I whispered. "You can't even begin to imagine how content I
feel right now."

"Well," Sarah giggled, "I think I can, in fact."

Sarah tweaked my nose, and laughed.

We giggled contently together, and then we embraced. The room now felt
cold after coming down from the sexual high, so I adored the warmth of
her body next to mine.

We both drifted off, and I don't think that I ever slept so well in my
life.

When I awoke, Sarah had already gone to class, making me feel very much
alone, but happy. I went to the showers again that morning, and cleaned
off before going through my daily routine of classes. This time, I
attacked the day with confidence, and I definitely didn't feel alone at
the college as I had the previous day.

In a perfect world, I could write that Sarah and I continued to please
each other throughout the rest of my stay at college, but unfortunately,
Sarah met a guy (which I did relatively quickly, as well) that very day.
We agreed that it probably wouldn't be a good idea to continue making
love to each other; it would be better to just be great friends, which
we still are to this day.

THE END

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