Growing up in a small town and having a
religious family had made me a little naive. When I started college, I
was clueless about how people did things differently in the city from my
small town. The girls in my dorm were wilder than the girls I was used
to in my hometown. It was a culture shock to see them act and dressed
more sexually than I had ever seen another girl do before. I was still a
virgin and thought sex was something that people only did when they
were married.
My name is Jackie, and my friends called me Jack. I
didn't like being called by a boy named, but it stuck, and I learned to
live with it. I was a bit above average in the look department with long
brown hair, bright blue eyes, and thick black frame glasses. My breasts
were big, but you could not tell it from how I was dressed. The loose
clothes that I wore hid how good my figure was, and I had no interest in
showing it off.
I was an innocent child, and when the girls from
my dorm told dirty jokes, they flew over my head. I was so clueless
about such things that I never understood anything referring to sex. The
only experienced that I had with sex is what I did with myself when no
one was around. That was something I rarely did because I was taught it
was wrong and felt guilty afterward. I knew college would be an
eye-opener for me, but I never expected to experience what I did during
my first year there.
My dorm roommate, Karen, was a skinny redhead
with crystal blue eyes and had an angelic face. Her breasts were small
and were barely noticeable. She did not need a bra and was not bashful
of showing them off when changing. It took some time for me to get used
to her sleeping in nothing but her panties. I wore a very modest
nightgown and could not understand how she could sleep wearing so
little.
I wasn't brave as she was and only undressed when I was
alone. I was bashful and felt vulnerable being naked around people. My
fear came from being told how wrong it was to show it off and that a
good girl always kept it covered up. I never notice how beautiful my
body was and that it wasn't something to be ashamed of.
While I
kept my body hidden, Karen liked to show off hers by wearing clothes
that revealed her legs and midriff. Karen thought her legs were one of
her best features and loved showing them off. Men were always trying to
date her, but she kept turning them down. I never understood why she
never said yes until one day while sitting in the lounge area of our
dorm.
I was watching TV with some of the girls after a long day of
classes. It was one of the few entertainments I had since I was kept
busy with my school work. On occasion, I would eat pizza with some of
the girls there while we talk about girl's things. I overheard Kendra
and a friend of hers talking. She was one of those types that thought
everyone outside of her circle was beneath her and was very vocal about
it.
"Diana, you will not believe what I just found out! You know
the girl that is in the room across from mine, the one with the red
hair?" Kendra said with an arrogant tone. She did not wait for her
friend to reply before continuing.
"That redhead is a fucking
dyke! I caught her checking out Rebecca in the shower. It was so
disgusting that I almost got sick right there. I bet she already turned
her roommate into one too," she said with a mixture of joy and disgust
on her face.
She was talking about my roommate Karen but was
confused about what a dyke was. I came from a small town and never heard
anybody being called that before. Being clueless as I was didn't
understand that she was saying my roommate was a lesbian. Lesbian was
something that I had heard before and only in the way you know it
without really knowing what it meant. Since I was still pure, I never
saw the sexual side to things; it didn't register what gay people did
with each other.
I was hoping that she wouldn't notice me, but I
wasn't that lucky. She sat beside me before saying, "Hey, you!" She
never did try remembering my name and only did so with people that were
important to her. I gave her my full attention hoping to get this over
with quickly, and she asked me rather crudely, "I got to know one thing.
Did you let that lesbo munch on your carpet?" I did not know what she
was talking about and was unsure how to answer her.
"Why would
anybody eat carpet?" I replied with confusion. This brought laughter
from everyone in the room, and I did not understand what was so funny.
"Oh,
you are too much, girl. I take that as a no, but you better watch out,
or you will find her in your bed one night munching away," She said
while laughing and left me baffled over what just happened.
A girl
who always had an expression on her face like she smelled something
foul felt the need to clarify things. She snickered at my cluelessness
and spoke in a superior tone, "It means your roommate is a nasty bitch
that likes girls. I would watch out if I were you. Your innocence makes
you easy prey for perverts like her. If I were you, I would get another
roommate before she puts the moves on you."
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Even
if I wanted to get a new roommate, there wasn't any empty bed for me to
moved into, and besides, Karen was a nice person. Some of the girls in
our dorm started to shun her after finding out that she was gay. They
refused to take a shower with her and would walk out when she entered.
They would hold on to their towels tightly against their bodies and
scurry away like rats.
I could see the pain that was in her eyes
at their rejection. She looked at me with teary eyes and waited for me
to do the same, but I could not hurt her like that. She was a little
shocked but grateful that I stayed. I was too tender-hearted to be a
bitch, especially to someone that always showed me kindness. My parents
taught me to be open-minded with people's differences and accept them on
their own merits.
When I finished my shower, I waited on her
after getting dressed before asking, "Where do you want to go for dinner
tonight?" She cried a little over someone being kind to her and not
caring that she was gay. I did not know at the time the hardship that
gay people went through. She sometimes had to hide what she was from
people to avoid judgment. I was one of few people that accepted her as
she was and did not treat her like a freak.
"Mexican would be
nice," she said with her eyes moistening up. "You would think in this
day and age we would move past this shit. I thought this place would be
different, but I guess I was wrong," she said with a sad tone to her
voice. We walked back to our room in silence, and I was confident that I
made the right decision with her. She waited until we were in the room
before hugging me. "Thank you for still being my friend," she replied
emotionally! We became very close after that day and spent a lot of time
together.
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My innocent mind made it
easy for me to let my guard down around her since she was a woman, which
allowed me to do things that I wouldn't with a guy in the room. I would
undress around her but never exposed myself. I would only go as far as
my undergarments before turning my back to her to remove my bra. I was
too shy to show off my body and would only get naked if all possible
when nobody was in the room. Even being careful as I was one slip up
here and there, she eventually saw me nude. When I slipped on a new pair
of panties, putting on or taking off my bra, I unknowingly exposed
myself to her.
I was her only friend in the dorm after Kendra
ruined her reputation, and she changed a few things about what she did
around me. She was afraid of losing me as a friend and made sure I would
always be comfortable around her. She no longer went topless to bed and
wouldn't watch me while I was changing my clothes. When Karen did see
me naked, it was by accident and would turn her gaze away.
Karen
being gay never became an issue when we were hanging out because she
never brought it up. She avoided anything that she thought would drive
me away, like the topic of sex and that she was into girls. When our
fall final came and went, we were still good friends. Everybody was
preparing to go home for their winter break, but unfortunately, I did
not have the money to go home and had to stay at school. Everyone else
was leaving, including Karen, and I was bummed out that I would be all
alone.
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Karen postponed her trip until the
next day so that I wouldn't be all alone for one day at least. She asked
me to come with her, but I kindly declined the Invitation. I did not
want to get in the way of her holiday plans with her family. We had the
whole place to ourselves, and we took advantage of that by ordering a
pizza and drank wine while staying up late watching movies. I had never
felt so lonely when she left after lunch the following day and regretted
not going with her.
Being alone gave me the freedom to do things
that I usually wouldn't, and out of boredom, I decided to shower after
dinner. I usually undressed in the shower area, but today I did it in my
room. I was nervous walking down the hall naked with a towel in my arms
while looking around to ensure that I was truly alone.
It felt a
little liberating to step out of my comfort level by wearing nothing to
the shower. It was a little scary to walk around like that but also felt
kind of good too. I tossed my towel on the bench and walked into a
nearby stall. The heat from the shower felt good on my body, and I
stayed in it longer than I usually would. The heat from the water kept
me from noticing how cold the room had gotten.
The heater had
stopped working, and the room temperature had dropped more than a few
degrees. I soon regretted not bringing any clothes with me after
stepping out of the stall. I could feel my body starting to freeze, and
my nipples harden from the cold. The walk back was less exciting with
the cold nipping at my wet flesh.
I was surprised to run into
Karen in the hallway holding a box, and when she saw me yelled out, "Oh,
there you are! I was looking for you, and as you can tell, I decided to
stay." I was shivering from the cold as she explained she felt guilty
for leaving me alone and drove back here. She called her mother to let
her know that she was not coming, and the maintenance man, after she
noticed the heat was out, but he couldn't come out until the next day.
It sucked that we had to spend the night without heat, but not being
alone made it a little easier.
She was setting up a surprise for
me in the lounge but only had the time to put out some blankets before
getting the box that she was now carrying. In life, we come to a
crossroads where our choices can lead us down two different paths. I was
cold with only my towel to keep me warm, and I had two options. Going
down the long cold hallway to my room to get dressed or the warm
blankets nearby.
Against my better judgment, I followed her to the
lounge to wrap myself around a warm blanket. I sat down on the couch,
trying to keep the little heat that I had from escaping my body. Karen
put the box down before taking out a jar of popcorn, a movie, a couple
of plastic cups, a bottle of vodka and placed them on the table. She
poured me a glass and told me that it would help me feel warm. I never
drank anything besides wine before, and since I trusted her, I accepted
it.
It was hard to get down at first, but it got easier after a
few swallows. The more I drank, the less noticeable the cold was, and
when Karen returned with the popcorn, my cup was empty. I felt relax and
loose. She placed the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table before
filling my cup back up. I was clueless about the effects that alcohol
can have on people. It already started to affect me in unforeseen ways
that I later would realize made me relax enough to let certain things
happen.
I started to notice halfway through the movie that Karen
would watch me as I grabbed my drink or popcorn. I was confused about
why I was receiving her attention at those times, and after a few more
rounds of it, I finally caught on. The vodka made me so relaxed that I
never noticed my towel had slipped off my body. Every time I took
another drink of vodka or grabbed some popcorn, my blanket would open,
exposing my left breast to her. My nipples were hard from the cold, and
when I started focusing my attention on my nipples, I felt the right one
was a little sensitive. It was rubbing against my blanket, sending a
strange, funny feeling through me.
Vodka had loosened me to the
point that I was open to things I usually wouldn't be. I felt sorry for
Karen and thought that being a lesbian was a rare thing. I was naive in
thinking that she was the only one on campus; the sadness I felt for
her, and the vodka kept me from covering up. I thought what I was doing
was kindness for not freaking out that she was staring at my breast.
The
vodka had shut down the part of my brain where my shyness and fear came
from. That was not the only thing that it did, but it also unlocked
something else within me. I found myself enjoying my friend's attention,
and for the first time, I wanted to be desired. Guys often ignored me
because I dressed too modestly, and they have to put more effort than
they wanted with me. I found it was nice, even if it was a girl that was
showing interest in me.
Karen was starting to wonder if I was
letting her see my breast on purpose. She did not know if I was unaware
that it was hanging out or was hinting at something she had fantasized
about me since we first became roommates. The girl found me attractive
and could no longer ignore her desire for me. When we first became
roommates, I was unaware of how erotic it was for her to watch me
undressed in our room. The reason she slept topless was in the hope it
would stir desire in me, and if it did, she would have made a move on
me.
The vodka was making me a little bolder, and I wanted to push
myself a little further. I arched my back while downing my cup of vodka
that only had a mouthful left in it and let my blanket fall around my
waist. My breasts were fully exposed but for only a few moments. My
nipples felt good in the cold air that gave it a delightful sting as if
Jack Frost was caressing them. After letting her see my breasts, I
decided that I had gone far enough and covered myself back up.
The
movie was near the end when the power went out, sending the room in
udder darkness. I never noticed that a storm was brewing outside in all
the excitement, and now I could hear the cold, bitter wind blowing. It
had an almost eerie sound to it that frightened me a little. Realizing
it would be best to head back to our room stood up and felt my towel
fall to the floor around my feet. When I picked up the towel, I thought
the room was far darker than it was; I removed my blanket to wrapped my
towel around me tightly before covering up with the blanket again.
My
eyes were not that good in the dark, and the vodka I drank had clouded
my senses. The moonlight gave the room and everything in it a blue glow.
Karen's eyes were better than mine, which allowed her to see a portion
of my nude body highlighted by the moonlight. I heard the woman let out a
sigh, but I didn't realize it was from seeing my body.
I held on
to Karen as we slowly made our way back to our dark and cold room. There
was some light shining from the window onto her bed, but mine was in
total darkness. I wasn't interested in sleeping in it because I didn't
want to depart from the warmth of Karen's body. It was the only heat
source in the room, and I didn't realize how it sounded when I suggested
that we sleep together in her bed. She was taken aback by my request
and tried not to see any other motives than an innocent one. She still
was not confident that someone like me, a pure, naive girl, would just
turn lesbian. Karen fought back her desire and did nothing as I crawled
into her bed.
After getting into her bed, I laid my glasses on her
nightstand and listened to the sound of her undressing as I fell
asleep. The last thing I heard was the sound of a zipper followed by her
pants being removed. When I woke up sometime later, I could feel the
room's coldness biting into my flesh, realizing that I pushed my towel
and blanket off in my sleep. My body was exposed to the cold night air,
and I quickly covered myself back up.
The only source of heat I
could find was from Karen, and I snuggled closer to her, pressing my
naked ass against her hoping to steal some from her. She turned on her
side, embracing my body with hers; I could feel the fabric of her shirt
and two tiny hard nipples poking into my back. I felt her hot breath on
my neck and the heat that was coming from her. It felt so good that I
was easing back into sleep, and my innocent mind didn't see anything
wrong when she placed a hand on my hip. It was shaking from what I
thought was from the cold; I grabbed it before sliding it down to the
lower part of my stomach and then up against my bosom for warmth.
This
was a mistake that pushed my friend into action from thinking that I
wanted her. Her hand was not shaking from the cold but from the fear
that I would reject her touch. She could not sleep with my naked body
lying beside her, and she was contemplating if it was worth the risk of
losing our friendship by touching me. She was trying to figure it out
when I sent her the wrong message by my actions that came off more
seductive than I intended it to be.
Karen needed to know if she
could ever have me decided to test the water a bit by touching me. Karen
placed her hand somewhere she thought it would be safe, and my reaction
put the final nail into my coffin. If I had brushed her hand away,
Karen would've known that she was wrong, and the night would've gone
differently. The innocent action that I did out of love was taken the
wrong way.
She could not bear losing me as a friend, but gaining
me as a lover was too enticing for her. I did not realize that guiding
her hand inches away from my pussy where her fingers barely touched my
pubes before sliding it between my breasts would come off as seductive. I
unwittingly gave her a signal that I wanted her and provided all the
encouragement that she needed. My intention was pure, but I ended up
unleashing a horny lesbian on me.
Karen was now convinced that I
wanted her and was not going to hold back any longer. She played with my
breast and kissed my neck simultaneously. Karen kissed my neck so
passionately that a hickey was left there to mark that I was now hers.
My body stiffened up from the shock of being touched sexually for the
first time by someone other than myself. I tried to tell her to stop,
but only moans escaped my lips when she started playing with my nipples.
Karen rubbed them between her fingers and gave me pleasure that I never
knew I could have from being touched there.
My friend's action
made me realized that I should never have rush touching myself, and if
only I had taken my time, I could have had great pleasure. If I had
known about this earlier would've pleased myself more often than I did.
What was being done to me was making my body warms up in a whole new way
to fight off the cold of the night. No matter how much I was enjoying
this, a part of me thought this was wrong. I turned over on my back to
try to end this but found I couldn't resist her.
Karen eased
herself on top of me and guided herself between my legs. I opened my
mouth to speak, but she used that opportunity to slide her tongue into
it. I couldn't believe that I wasn't resisting her and letting her do
these things to me. Her tongue was in my mouth for a few seconds before I
started returning the kiss. My body awakened new desires within it, and
I allowed myself to go where it took me. I was a little sloppy at
kissing as it was my first time. I soon got the hang of it and loved
having her tongue in my mouth. My brain tried to fight back for control,
but my body demanded that this happen. I could feel the heat between my
legs getting warmer as my pussy got wetter.
