A Sapphic Interlude
We went to one other bar, but it wasn't nearly as much fun as the Haus Brau had been. After that, we headed back to the dorms. Nothing remarkable happened, just three tired and part-drunk young women getting ready for bed. The sofa was perfect for me, and once I'd got ready for bed and Shiela threw a blanket over me, I was oh-you-tee out.
* * *
When I woke next and looked at my watch, it was coming up on 8:30. "Shit! I'm late!" was the first thing I thought. I laid there in panic for a couple moments before I realized that today was Saturday morning, yesterday was Friday evening at the Haus Brau, and it was a new day. I calmed back down and snuggled myself into the blanket, but I didn't go back to sleep. Neither did someone else.
"Meesh? You awake?" I heard from one of the beds. Shiela was awake.
"Sort of," I answered. "Just got that way," I added.
"Throw some clothes on. Let's go out and get a coffee and something to eat."
That sounded really good, but I didn't have any fresh clothes, only what I was wearing yesterday. The only other choice was the skinny jeans Andrea had loaned me, her sweater, and my black bra. Well, that and my night-shirt that I'd slept in, which I categorically refused to go out in public in.
Oh, what the hell, I thought. I found the laundry I dropped last night and slipped braless into my cami and thick fleece pull-over.
"K. Let's go, I said as I pulled on my parka and gloves.
"Leather gloves? Really?"
"Yes, really. Can't you hear the wind outside?"
"Pockets."
"Gloves keep me warm and tingly, especially when it's cold out." I was about to add "and horny," but thought better about it. I left it at that.
Soon we were out the door and into the howling wind. I looked up at the sky, which was nothing but grey.
* * *
Soon we were in the students' favorite coffee shop across the street. We got our coffee and pastries and were face-to-face across a table.
"So. Tell me what you liked about last night," Shiela said. "Was it ok? I hope we didn't make you too uncomfortable."
I thought for a moment. There were a lot of things. I couldn't put a word to the huge splash of semen I'd got across my face, but that wasn't all. Getting my ass squeezed was a turn-on. Enjoying the stares of the guys as we walked in. Further enjoying them as the three of us sat at our table. The tight, slightly constricting feel of the boots over my lower legs. My cleavage showing, perhaps for the first time ever. Feeling horny. Feeling rebellious: I was
not
studying for exams, as I'd told my parents (what a pain in the ass they could be!). What else? French kissing Shiela as we were leaving. All of it. The whole thing.
"Well?"
"All of it," I answered. Aloud, I went through the whole list I'd just brought to mind. I couldn't take my eyes from her face as I spoke. She was so pretty! Beautiful? I longed to kiss her again. I finally stopped and stared at her for what seemed like a long time.
"Hey girlfriend, what's on your mind?"
Evidently something must have shown in my face or eyes, or she noticed me staring at her. "Umm... "I felt a little embarrassed to answer, but finally I did. I remembered Andrea's story, and how she'd left me hanging. Finally I answered. "Well, intercourse. What's it like?"
Now it was her turn to pause and think. "For me? Or just in general?"
"For you, I guess."
"Ok." She stopped again and smiled. "You want the 'dirty' words, or the 'clinical'?"'
"How about the clinical. Seems hornier for some reason.
"Tell me where to start."
"You and Burt. Butt-nekkid. Nearly done with the foreplay and about to get it on."
"All right, let's see what I can do.
"Well, there's that first moment of contact, his penis against the outer lips of your vagina. You'll feel his need to get inside you. He'll already be thrusting against you, although he probably doesn't know it. Talk dirty, maybe. You feel that first moment of silken impalement as he slowly presses into you. The two of you are coupled now. That hot, horny, rocking as he pulls out and slides back in, going deeper and stronger with each stroke. He'll grunt or be breathing hard as he goes deeper inside you. Sometimes you can feel him actually press his erection up against your cervix. The feeling of him handling, squeezing, sucking your breasts. Maybe some rough handling. That full feeling, a huge rush of pleasure, you can quite literally feel him swelling up as he gets closer, knowing he's about to come inside you. That deep, animal grunt and groan when he does. For me, anyway, I can nearly always come at the same time. His seed spreads inside you, hot, wet, slippery. A feeling of fullness, of total submission. You go over the edge into blissful orgasm. Your body, your pelvis, your vagina, still throbbing. His hardness and his semen inside you. But you don't feel violated. You're hot, but oh-so-relaxed." She stopped talking and looked at me.
"Oh fuck," I whispered, more to myself than Shiela. By this time I was nearly beyond horny, if that's a place a person can go. I had to feel all this, and I mean right then! I longed for the pressure of a hot cock swelling inside me, ejaculating deep inside me, driving me to the edge of desire, pushing me over the edge into sweet orgasm. Mr. Cox wasn't going to do it this time.
"I take it that's what you wanted to hear?" Shiela asked.
"All of it. And I want it
now
."
"Thought that might be the case, watching your expression change from interested, to mesmerized, to horny as fuck."
I think that was the first time I'd ever heard Shiela use the word "Fuck," but in this case it really added to the moment. "Talking dirty" was definitely going to be a part of my first encounter. But anyway, what was next? One thing I knew for sure was that I didn't want to dally over another cup of coffee. What I wanted was sex, likely by my own hand, but if Shiela might have another idea, I thought... well, I didn't know what that might mean, but I was certainly eager to get to some privacy, preferably with her.
* * *
Once back in their dorm room, we shed all our outer wrappings. Shiela was sporting some pretty good "head lights," which pushed me farther along Horny Road. I looked around the room, and noticed that Andrea was gone. I looked back at Shiela's chest, and found myself unable to look away.
Um, your nipples are erect,
crossed through my mind as something to say, but I didn't. I thought, instead, how they'd feel in my hands, in my mouth, against my tongue. I knew how my own tit-flesh and nipples felt when I touched them when I was all good & horned out, but now I longed to feel, to suck, another woman: Shiela. And not only that, but to go all the way with her.
She didn't seem to notice my locked-on gaze at her chest. "It's just us," Shiela whispered, apparently noticing my quick search but not my eager, longing stare at her boobs. "Andrea works Saturday mornings, remember?"
"Yeah," I said. "Us." I stood looking at her - staring is still a good word - and wondering what was about to happen. Suddenly I couldn't look at her. Nerves? Conscience? Something else? Anyway, I broke the gaze and turned to the sofa. I made make-work of folding the blanket, fixing the cushions, sorting my borrowed laundry. I was conscious of Shiela's eyes on me the whole time. Something was about to happen, I was sure of it. I put Andrea's boots back in her closet and her skinny jeans and sweater she loaned me neatly on the sofa..
"You about done there, girlfriend?" she asked.
"Maybe," I answered after a pause. I still wasn't sure what was going on, only the hazy idea that I wanted to get it on with her. "What do you have in mind?"
