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Subject: {ASSM} "You're my first" (FF)
Date: Wed, 24 Oct 2001 20:10:04 -0400
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"You're my first" (FF)

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It all started one night when Lisa--my roommate--and I were out at this 
party. Our friend Kim was in this black box play as some theater project, 
and she had us come to the cast party with her. It was mostly juniors and 
seniors--we may have been the only freshmen, I don't know. I didn't 
recognize anybody. Kim, Lisa, and I mostly stuck together and Kim would 
introduce us to the people she knew--the people she was in the show with. 
Guys were hitting on us left and right, and we were drinking a lot of free 
beer.

Kim ended up hooking up with the guy from the play who she told us before 
she had a crush on. After she took off, Lisa and I stayed a little longer, 
but I get intimidated by older guys and I knew I was too drunk to think 
straight--and then Lisa said some guy grabbed her boob, so we were like out 
of there.

We started staggering back to the dorm, and halfway there I realized I was 
gonna puke. "I have to hurl," I said and ran to the gutter. Lisa held my 
hair back while I retched into the street. I felt a little better, though I 
wanted to rinse out my mouth. "I love college," Lisa said.

We finally got back to our dorm room. I rinsed out my mouth and then fell 
straight into bed. "The walls are going round and round," I sang. Lisa was 
still standing, but it looked like she was just figuring out where to fall 
down. "Help me get my shoes off," I whined. We laughed so hard we nearly 
spit. Lisa and I had this funny thing we did where I acted like a little 
girl and she acted like my mommy. Mostly cause I'm always forgetting stuff 
or too lazy to do stuff.

So Lisa's like, "Mommy will take your shoes off and tuck you in," which got 
us laughing again. She bent over me and said, "Whoa! Mommy's got a head 
rush!" and that made us giggle for about ten more minutes. Finally she knelt 
down and pulled off my sneakers and socks. "Gonna tuck you in," she sang as 
she pulled off my tights. "What'cha doin', Mommy?" I giggled. "Just getting 
you comfy for bed, Jenny," she scolded back as she dragged my sweatshirt and 
t-shirt off over my head. Lisa lurched up off the floor and got one of my 
sleep-shirts out of my top drawer. She started to try to put it on me, but I 
wasn't helping any, so we both started giggling again. "Screw it," she said. 
"You're just gonna have to sleep in your undies."

Lisa was on the floor, leaning up against my bed. She got her own shoes and 
socks off, but she obviously wasn't doing too well. I wanted to get up and 
help her, but I was totally fused to the bed at this point. "Oh man, I 
gotta--" she says as she struggled to make it to the sink. She barfed into 
the sink with this big wet belching noise that made my stomach all queasy 
again. She rinsed the sink and then stumbled around the room and fell right 
on top of me. "What're you doing in my bed?" she asked, starting us laughing 
again. "Move!" I said, weakly pushing her. "Hey, it's my bed. You move!" 
Lisa said. "It's MY fucking bed," I yelled back. That just got us laughing 
again. Lisa curled around my back, spooning me. "You're cold," she said, 
putting her arm around my tummy. "You took my clothes off, silly." She 
pulled the blanket over us. I could feel her breath in my hair. Lisa's hand 
came up to cup my breast through my bra.

I fell asleep, and when I woke up our room was filled with light and my head 
was pounding. But I had to pee so bad I knew I had to get up. I pushed 
Lisa's arm off me and rolled onto the floor. That REALLY made my head hurt. 
The bed made a squelching noise as I came off it and I realized my shoulder 
and hair were wet. Then I smelled the alcohol laden vomit. I turned and saw 
that Lisa's shirt was covered in puke. I threw on a robe, snatched my bra 
off the icky bed (had I taken it off in my sleep?), and poked Lisa awake. 
"Come on, let's clean you off." I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her onto 
the floor. Then I stripped off the sheets--turns out it really HAD been 
Lisa's bed after all, or I would've been pissed--and threw them in a trash 
bag, which I tied up tight. I opened the window to let the place air out and 
grabbed both Lisa's and my shower stuff and towels. Then I pulled Lisa to 
her feet and helped her stumble to the bathroom. I started her shower and 
tossed her in, clothes and all, then went to the next stall to pee and take 
my own shower. I felt a little better with the hot water running all over 
me, but once I turned off the water I felt achey and sick again. Since my 
robe smelled like puke I soaped it up and ran it under the water and left it 
to dry on one of the hooks, hoping no one would steal it. Then I wrapped 
myself up in my towel and went to check on Lisa. She'd managed to shower and 
get in a towel herself. We just left her wet clothes on the floor and went 
back to our room. It was cold with the window open, and being wet and all, 
and we both needed to lie down and get rid of the old hangover, so I got in 
bed and scrunched up against the wall to let Lisa lie down next to me.  I 
covered us with my comforter, but we shivered against each other for quite a 
while before we started warming up.

My thoughts were still confused, and it hurt my head to try and work out 
what I was feeling. Had Lisa really felt me up last night? Had she meant to? 
I put my arm across her terrycloth-covered tummy and felt her shudder 
against me. I nuzzled into her hair, and that smelled nice. So I just quit 
thinking and dozed off again.

I woke up because Lisa was turning. We must've kicked the comforter off, and 
the room was warm in the sun. My head felt better, and I was starting to 
feel hungry. My towel had come partly unwrapped, and my boobs were hanging 
out. Lisa didn't seem to mind--her towel had come off completely. She was 
still half-asleep, and snuggling up to me like I was a guy. She must've been 
having quite the horny dream. I'd never really seen her naked before--we 
changed clothes modestly--taking off bras under our shirts and stuff like 
that. Lisa and I are both pretty good-looking, I guess. I'm a little shy and 
not much for dating. I had a serious boyfriend in high school but we broke 
up cause we went to different colleges and didn't want to do the 
long-distance thing. But I'd had sex and all, and I wanted a boyfriend. I 
just didn't like the whole dating-mindgame bullshit. Lisa had been out with 
a few guys in college, but she didn't take it seriously. She said she didn't 
want a boyfriend right now-- "No strings attached" is how she put it. She 
said she'd messed around in high school. "Experimenting-type messing 
around," she'd told me, "not slut-type messing around." Now I started to 
wonder just how much experimenting Lisa had done.

I crawled over Lisa and got dressed. I put on the radio and the coffeepot, 
and she started to stir. I did a little studying while she got up and got 
herself together. I watched her secretly as she got dressed. She had a nice 
body--slim, but with decent boobs. And blonde pubes that matched her short, 
mussy head. It's not like I got turned on watching her or anything. I just 
started realizing how cute she was. Girl-cute as opposed to guy-cute. I'd 
only really ever noticed guy-cute before. We went to breakfast--or lunch, 
since it was 3 in the afternoon.

During that week I got Sarah to have her boyfriend Alexi--who's 21--buy me a 
bottle of rum. Friday night Sarah and Alexi and Kim and Lisa and I sat 
around our room drinking rum and Cokes, playing cards, telling dirty jokes. 
Eventually Sarah and Alexi went off to fuck, so it was just the three of us. 
Kim told us about the guy she hooked up with at the party. She told him 
she'd suck his dick if he ate her out first. She told us how college guys 
were actually willing to do that--unlike in high school. Kim was good at 
talking trash. Lisa spoke up at this point. "My sister--she's married now, 
but in college she was bi--and she told me that girls eat pussy better than 
any guy ever can. Cause they KNOW what to do." We all laughed. Kim said, 
"You wanna prove that right here?" and unzipped her jeans playfully. 
"Seriously, though," I said drunkenly, when we'd quit giggling, "if some 
girl offered to eat you out, would you do it?" Kim thought for a second. "As 
long as she was hot. And as long as she didn't expect me to return the 
favor. Fishy--yuck!" Lisa turned the question on me: "What about you, Jen? 
Would you let a girl suck you off?"

Now I was sorry I'd brought up the question. Was Lisa asking just out of 
curiousity, or was this a proposition? If I said yes, would I end up with 
her tongue in my pussy later on? Could I handle that? It had been months 
since I'd had anything in my pussy besides my own finger. How gross could it 
be? I heard myself answering: "How gross could it be? I mean, MY high-school 
boyfriend actually did eat me out once. And I liked it, even if he didn't. 
So I don't see why I wouldn't like a girl doing it. I'm not saying I'd date 
her, just that maybe I'd let her try--as an experiment if nothing else..." 
Kim squealed. "Whoa, Jen! Way more information than we needed to know!" She 
staggered drunkenly to her feet and zipped up her jeans. "I'd better put 
this pussy to bed before anybody gets any ideas." On her way out the door 
she turned and said, "Now, girls, can I trust you to keep your hands off 
each other for at least one night?" We all laughed like it was a big joke, 
but I really wasn't sure anymore.

Lisa took off her t-shirt and stood for a moment in her bra. My eyes were 
glued to her breasts. Then she put on a night-shirt and stripped off the 
rest of her clothes. My head was spinning, and I seriously couldn't tell if 
it was love or liquor. Lisa came over and sat next to me on my bed. "So your 
sister..." I said, trailing off. "Yeah, she really liked it," Lisa said. 
"But she liked it with guys, too."

"Do you want--" I didn't finish the sentence because we were kissing. I 
don't know if I leaned over or if she did, or if we both did. But from that 
moment, it was all mutual. I helped her pull off her shirt, and she was 
naked except for her panties. I touched her bare breasts, so soft and silky. 
Her nipples hardened at my touch. She sucked on my earlobe as her hands went 
under my clothes, finding spots that usually tickled, but now just burned 
red-hot under her cool fingers. "Oh God, Jen," she was moaning in a whisper. 
"Oh God, Jen. Eat me!"

It shocked me when she said it. I was thinking she was the one seducing 
me--she was the one who wanted to put her tongue between my thighs. But she 
was expecting me...I'd never done anything like...I didn't know how... But 
then I thought, it was like Lisa's sister said. I KNEW what to do--just from 
the other side. I took a deep breath and pulled down Lisa's panties. She 
spread her legs wide--I could smell her, sweet and musky like a hot jungle 
river. I'd never seen a pussy up close before, not even my own in a mirror. 
Hairy folds of skin, pink, swollen, wet with girl-cum. Hesitantly, I ran my 
fingers across her furry mound. She jumped like she'd been wired to a car 
battery. "Lisa, I don't know..." I said. She just grabbed my hand and pushed 
it down against her crotch, sliding my fingers up and down her slick, hot 
pussy. I took over, and rubbed her slit, finding her clit at the top and her 
tight, juicy hole at the bottom. She moaned as I masturbated her.

I pulled away. I was finger-fucking my roommate. "I'm not quite drunk enough 
for this yet," I told her. I grabbed the bottle of rum and took a big swig. 
As I coughed it down, Lisa started taking off my clothes, kissing my neck, 
pulling gently on my nipples. We were both naked, our skin pressing against 
each other. Silky. Sweaty. The room swam around my drunken brain. Lisa 
pushed me back down toward her pussy. My fingers dipped back into her 
wetness. Lisa groaned in pleasure. I was face to face with it--it seemed a 
little like a face. Fleshy. Hairy. I giggled a little to myself--it would 
just be like kissing a guy with a beard and moustache. My head lolled 
forward and my lips met her slit. As I pushed my tongue into her, Lisa let 
out a hoarse cry. At first I could taste nothing but the rum, and after that 
just a hint of sour mucusy wetness. With my eyes closed it was a little like 
a one-sided French kiss. My tongue dug into her hole, then up and down her 
slit. When my tongue found the swollen bud of her clit, she started 
convulsing. I pushed one finger deep into her as I licked her clit round and 
round. She came hard, her arms thrashing, her thighs squeezing my head. I 
kept licking until she pushed my head away. My face was covered in her 
juices, and I was breathing hard, shaking almost as much as Lisa. "Oh my 
God," I whispered to myself. I was bi. I'd just eaten pussy. I'd tasted my 
roommate's fuck-hole. My stomach lurched and I ran to the sink to ralph up 
the rum and cum sloshing around in my stomach.

I fell down into Lisa's empty bed, shaking and crying. What the fuck was I 
doing? Get me drunk and I turn into some kind of lesbian slut. I felt so 
ashamed I could've killed myself. I covered myself with a blanket. Why 
couldn't I be like a normal college girl and find a boyfriend? Lisa came 
over and started to pet my hair. "Shhh...it's okay," she whispered. "Don't 
come on to me, just hold me, okay?" I whimpered. Lisa crawled into bed 
behind me and put her arms around me. She whispered into my ear, "It's okay, 
Jen. I know it's weird. But I'm just somebody you like. If you liked a guy 
and got drunk and messed around, it wouldn't be that much different." The 
tears on my cheeks were starting to dry. "Have you ever...done it before?" I 
asked her. "I kissed a girl in high school, when we were both high. But I've 
never gone this far with a girl before. You're my first." That got me crying 
again. "I don't want to be your first. I don't want to be anything!" She 
petted my hair again. "It's okay. It's okay. Maybe we went too far. I don't 
want this to screw up our friendship. If you want to forget it ever 
happened, that's okay. But you shouldn't feel ashamed. There's nothing wrong 
with being bi, or gay, or just experimenting." I sobbed into the pillow, "I 
know, I know! I just can't believe I just..." I kept crying until eventually 
I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I could see Lisa in my bed across the room, in her PJs. I 
had a nasty hangover, but not quite as bad as the weekend before. I felt bad 
about what I'd said to Lisa, like I'd just broken up with her, or lost her, 
or something. I wanted to cry again. My memories of the night before were 
blurry--at least the sex part. I crawled out of bed to throw on a shirt and 
go pee. Then I went back to bed to sleep it off.

Once Lisa and I got up, it was weird. It was like we couldn't talk to each 
other. We switched to our proper beds and drank coffee and pretended to 
study, but I was close to tears the whole time. And the worst part was, I 
was SO turned on. I was practically cumming in my pants. I mean, I'd been 
horny enough the night before to eat pussy, but I never got my turn. Maybe 
it was like Kim said--it didn't make much difference who was sucking your 
clit, boy or girl. I mean, the weird part of being bi was doing it to the 
other person, not having it done to you. My first blowjob was a pretty gross 
experience, too. Maybe if I saw it from the other side, it would be worth 
it. Then I realized that I really wanted it to work out with Lisa--I wanted 
us to be friends, and I wanted to be able to sleep together. At least 
sometimes; maybe not all the time. Maybe we wouldn't fall in love or be 
girlfriends or anything that intense. Maybe we could just fool around when 
we got drunk and horny. I looked at her, and she was looking at me. Shit, I 
knew I wanted her.

"Do you think you can do me sober, or should we polish off the rum?" I asked 
her as I pulled off my sweatpants, revealing my curly brown bush. "Are you 
sure you're okay with this?" she asked. "I'm okay," I said more confidently 
than I felt. "I want you to eat me." I spread my legs and took off my shirt. 
Lisa walked across the room and sat down next to me. "It would be nice to 
make out and not have one of us throw up afterwards," she said. That made me 
laugh. She kissed me on the lips. I pressed my naked body against her 
fully-clothed one and groaned. "Fuck me!" I hissed. "Jesus, Lisa!" I pushed 
her head down and she took my left nipple into her mouth. She sucked soft, 
then hard, then swirled her tongue around, while her hand found my wet slit. 
She kissed her way down my tummy until her lips were buried in my furry 
mound. I ground my crotch against her face--I didn't even know just what she 
was doing down there, but it felt so good I never wanted it to end. I wasn't 
cumming, just sailing high on sexual thrill. I didn't close my eyes, I 
watched her there between my legs. It was so different from when my 
ex-boyfriend did it--I knew it was a girl. It was nasty, dirty, perverse, 
and so, so hot. Then her lips enveloped my clit and pulled and I exploded. I 
orgasmed like never before, letting loose a long low cry as my whole body 
tensed and relaxed over and over and over. Then I was breathing hard but 
still sailing--still red-hot. Lisa looked up at me as she continued to suck 
my pussy. We kept in eye contact until she started thrusting her fingers in 
and out of my pussy-hole so fast that I was cumming again, as hard as 
before, unable to stop or control myself. Then I was sailing again, almost 
wanting to come down, almost wanting to cum again. Lisa took me up and over 
the edge one more time, and then I was spent. Drained. In need of therapy. 
We cuddled together and I could smell my pussy on her breath. I wanted a 
slug of rum, but I slept instead.

When I woke up again it was after dark on Saturday night. The phone was 
ringing, and Lisa got it. "It's Kim," she said. "She wants to know if we 
want to go to Movie Night at the Union."

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