My date with Gary was a bust. He was too full of himself, all ego and vanity. He was not the person I had originally thought he was. Ok, so, he was a basketball and baseball star in high school and college and now he was an assistant couch. He was a little older than the guys I normally dated were but he was a gorgeous hunk and a charmer.
I am Donna and a junior at Meredith College. Gary is just the last in a long list of losers I have dated since I broke up with my high school sweetheart. Since I caught him cheating on me with my roommate freshman year, I guess he had turned into a loser also.
Later, when I got into it with Julie, my roommate, she told me he was not that good a lay, so what was the problem. Not having anything to compare him to, I could not disagree. Talk about your awkward moments. I ended up confessing that to her and too my surprise, she offered to personally show me just what good sex could be.
Visions of her with Tony between her legs swept through my brain and I declined with a stammer and a very hot blush. From then on, I felt very funny undressing in the same room with her. That changed one night after a frat party. We both were drunk and ended up staggering home supporting each other.
*****
At the dorm room, Julie fumbled with her keys and nearly fell when she dropped them and bent over to retrieve them. I ended up with a boob in each hand as I caught her. I still held her breasts as she unlocked the door and we staggered inside. I kicked the door closed and started to let go of her breasts as I realized where my hands were but her hands suddenly covered mine, squeezing and massaging her large breasts.
Drunkenly, Julie said, "Girlfriend, I knew you would come around to my way of thinking one day."
My besotted brain hunted around for a reply but did not find much. Julie was not wearing a bra and to tell the truth, her breasts felt so warm and spongy under my hands. I could feel her hard nipples rubbing my palm with a tingly, ticklish feeling. My breasts are small and hard, nothing like hers.
The next thing I knew, she turned around and kissed me firmly on the lips. I was drunk enough to just moan and kiss her back, my arms going around her back. I had been horny at the frat party with all the hunks around and now that was coming back to haunt me.
My addled brain registered the who I was kissing in a foggy way but my hormones and body were enjoying the soft sensuous kiss. Hormones and sensuous wins ever time, especially since it had been three months since the last time I had anything resembling sex. Not that sex was even a consideration at the time.
Julie moaned into my mouth and I returned it. The next thing I knew, my blouse joined my skirt on the floor. I did not remember taking the skirt off. Then Julie's hands on my naked back and butt distracted me from that question quickly and completely.
Her blouse was unbuttoned so our breasts rubbed together, Her large ones were so soft and overwhelmed mine. I moaned loudly into her mouth as our tongues dueled fiercely. Her soft warm breasts rubbing against my nipples shot sweet jolts of pleasure straight to my wet pussy.
I shifted my hips feeling the slippery slide of my inner and outer lips. When had that happened? Julie's stocking covered thigh slipped between mine and made me groan as the rough texture of the wide elastic band around the tops of the thigh highs made contact with my swollen clit.
Shifting my body, I flexed my hips and leaned back, pressing my sex even tighter to her thigh. I groaned long and loud only to gasp as lips and a warm slippery tongue found my right nipple. I arched my back as a shiver ran up and down my spine. My breasts and nipples are small but very sensitive. Almost as sensitive as my clit. Combine the sensations from both and it is an explosive mixture.
Julie had one hand just below my shoulder blades and the other on my ass. When her long nails raked lightly across the cheek of my ass, my hips pressed even tighter to her thigh. Her thigh had been working in and out, as my hips flexed. Now my hips gave a jerk as the rough material slid more firmly over my clit. I gasped loudly as I nearly came.
The next thing I knew, I was sitting in the old overstuffed chair in the corner with a knee hooked over each arm, my ass on the very edge of the seat. Suddenly there was a head of blonde hair between my legs and a hot tongue on my clit. I exploded in the largest orgasm of my short and inexperienced life.
As the orgasm peaked, it seemed to hold there as the tongue slowly tickled my clit back and forth and then around and around it, barely touching the hard swollen bud. I had never felt anything like what I was feeling then. It was like being there but watching from somewhere with all the feelings being fed in at slow speed.
The orgasm went on and on until I felt like I was going to pass out. Suddenly, the head was gone and I could breath again but somewhere deep I wanted the tongue back where it had been.
*****
Donna gave a jerk and lifted her head up straight. She had been slumped down in the seat of her car in the driveway of her shared apartment. The fingers of her right hand were between her thighs gently rolling her clit around. She grinned as she moved that hand to the steering wheel.
"Why does my brain always go there when I'm horny and frustrated?" she asked aloud. "Because it was the best orgasm of your life and the last one you didn't give yourself," she answered herself truthfully.
A moment later, she whispered, "If only.... If only she had stuck around a little longer." The roommate had moved out a few days later to move in with Donna's ex boyfriend.
With a sigh, Donna opened the car door and got out of the car. "I hope Connie is asleep or something, because I have the feeling I will make a lot of noise tonight."
She could feel the slippery rub of her inner and outer lips as she walked toward the front door. No panties under her skirt and high heels left no doubt, how horny she was. She let her hips swing even more as she placed one foot directly in front of the other. She whimpered softly as she felt her pussy lips press and massage her clit.
With a grin, she stopped on the porch and shifted her hips from side to side. "I wonder if I could come walking that way." She shook herself and sighed. "The problem would be, who would pick me up off the sidewalk." She shifted her hips again sharply and then shivered at the jolt from her clit.
"Down girl, bed is a short ways away," she whispered as she opened the door.
Two steps across the dark entry foyer and she came to a sudden halt with her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. Connie was on the couch naked, her legs spread wide. Donna had seen Connie naked on many occasions. They even sunbathed naked together in the backyard. Her large breasts reminded Donna of Julie.
The difference now was Connie's legs were spread across her boyfriend's thighs. Ron was a nice guy and a big flirt. He did not mean to be; it was just the way he was. Connie found it hilarious when he made Donna blush, which was often. Well, Donna was blushing now big time watching Ron's fat dick going in and out of Connie's pussy as she bounced up and down.
Ron had one of Connie's large melon shaped breasts in each hand. As he squeezed them, the nipples got larger and harder. Connie moaned loudly and bounced even faster. A moment later, she scrambled off his lap and moved to the end of the couch. Her elbows were on the end cushion, her right knee was on the couch, and her left foot was on the floor.
Donna whimpered as Ron moved over behind Connie and planted his face between her upturned ass cheeks. He was alternating between licking her wet vagina and her puckered anus. Donna's hands found her breasts when Ron probed the puckered opening of Connie's asshole. Connie on the other hand, arched her back, lifted her head, and moaned long and loud.
Do women really enjoy having their ass licked and probed, Donnie wondered to herself? From Connie's reaction the answer was an obvious yes but since Donna had no experience one way or the other.... The thought got lost as she watched Connie pushing back against the intruding tongue.
Ron stood up, grabbed a hip in each hand, and jammed his dick to the hilt in Connie's pussy with one hard thrust. His dick was not all that long but it was thicker than any Donna had ever seen. She only had a short list of two but.... She suddenly wondered if he would stick it up Connie's ass.
