Rose was a 19 year-old college sophomore with a problem. She had a huge crush on an older student in her chem lab. His name was a Ken, and he was Japanese and in excellent physical condition. He always dressed nicely, and she loved to watch his muscles work under his thin dress shirts slacks. But he was at least a junior, if not a senior, and had a photo-perfect smile, whereas she thought of herself as a kid with a retainer. She liked to think her coppery red hair was pretty, and she often characterized her pale blue eyes as haunting when describing them to new people on-line, but she also thought she was pale and she hated when her freckles showed themselves. She was also small, only 5'4" with a small, tight ass and breasts which were a little large for her frame but still smaller than she wished they were.
Still, even if she thought Ken was out of her league, Rose did her best to flirt with him. She smiled at him, teased him, laughed with him, complained with him about the lab assignments -- all the usual stuff. Then, she would go back to her dorm room, shut the door, and touch herself, thinking about what it would be like to feel his strong arms around her, his firm lips on her flesh, his sculpted ass between her hands. She long to taste his caramel colored skin, and often took to kissing and sucking on her own arms and flesh while masturbating to simulate the sensation.
She supposed it was this self-tasting that really got things started. One day, after bringing herself to a raging climax, she was still not satisfied, and she started sucking on her arm, then running her fingers all over her face, licking them and moaning. When she tasted herself on her fingers, she was not turned off, like she expected to be. She found her own scent intoxicating under this circumstance, and she eagerly lapped the juices from her fingers and sucked them clean. When she came for the second time it was with her left hand in her pussy and her right hand at her mouth.
At lab the following week, Ken went to get some testing equipment for their table, and Rose sighed with pleasure as the sight of his strong glut teal muscles. She wondered if he'd ever felt a redhead's tongue in his asshole.
That was when she noticed the attentions of another girl at her table, equally focused on Ken. This girl's name was Christie. She, too, was a red-head, though her red hairs were more orange and her head of hair was shot through with blonde and brown hairs to give it a rich texture that Rose admitted was interesting, if not as lustrous as her own. Christie was tall, a little older than Rose, and very thin, but she must have worked out regularly because her tight jeans and long-sleeve t-shirts showed off an athletically feminine figure. And, as Rose had already noted, she was obviously attracted to Ken.
But who wouldn't be? Rose looked at his well-composed face as he returned with the equipment, trying not to stare at his beautiful brown eyes which always seemed to have a spark of mischief in them. Oh, how she longed to caress those strong cheek-bones and subtle chin.
But now, she thought, she had a rival. She had a whole school of them, but seeing the spark in Christie's eye, right there at the same table, made Rose all the more conscious of the competition.
To her frustration, Rose realized that every move that she made was countered by Christie. Rose would tell a joke; Christie would tell another. Rose would tell a story; Christie another. Rose would smile and act like a flirty little girl; Christie would double it. Rose would brush her hand up against Ken; Christine would brush her hand up against him and let it linger longer.
It was in that spirit of frustration of anger that Rose returned to her room and started frigging herself viciously after lab. Her mood translated into a frustrated fantasy in which she would be kneeling before Ken, sucking on one of his balls gently, but Christie would arrive, start sucking on the other and flicking her tongue around the outside. Rose would cover Ken's strong, bare chest with gentle, wet kisses, stroking his sturdy shaft with her little, pale hand -- and Christie would start sucking on his nipple while massaging his balls and running her long, thin finger between his ass cheeks.
Tears of sexual and relational frustration in the corners of her eyes, Rose thought of herself tonguing Ken's ass, and then Christie, pressing her cheek into Rose's, their tongues meeting within his asshole. Suddenly it was no longer frustrating. It was arousing.
She brought her right hand up to her mouth and started devouring her cream and running her tongue amongst her own juices while her left hand tweaked her own clit. She thought of herself and Christie naked, Ken between them. His bronze body pressed between their soft pale flesh, their long red hair falling all over him. His strong, golden instrument was inside Rose, pressing her little cunt's walls apart. Christie was behind him, fingering his ass-hole with her elegant middle digit. They looked at each other over his shoulder as the three of them lay on their sides. And they leaned in, their faces close. And their tongues reached out. And touched.
Rose exploded!
She was normally a fairly subdued climaxer, but today she gave a loud shout and squirted for the first time in her life, long jets of fluid spurting out from between her legs.
"Holy shit," she said aloud in a hushed voice, her pale blue eyes unfocused. Never in her life had another woman entered into Rose's sexual fantasies, but Christi sure just did, and in a major way. There wasn't even a moment's hesitation in her heart. She wanted Christie now almost as much as she wanted Ken. If she liked the taste of her own juices and the sight of Christie's body, how much more would she like to taste that body?
It was a week until the next lab, but they had class on three other days of the week. Ken always sat in the back row of the auditorium with a group of other seniors, mostly guys except for a couple of girls that Rose inevitably framed as skanky sluts. She never got to see much of Ken during class, and certainly never to interact with him.
She did, however, get to see Christie. She watched the other girl walk down past her into a row further down in the auditorium. Christine definitely had a nice body. Skinny, perhaps, but she still had shape where a woman should have shape. For the first time, Rose noticed too how pretty Christie's peaches- and-cream complexion was. She didn't realize she was staring until the other girl looked back at her, and gave her a friendly smile.
Rose grinned back, conscious of her retainer, but still trying to dazzle the world. With her sudden fantasy about Christie, Rose found herself looking at other female students differently, as well, but she was captivated by the thought of Christie -- particularly the thought of having both Christie and Ken at the same time.
Christie got up to let another student in the row, and her shirt rode up. Rose saw a tattoo of a fish in the small of the other redhead's back, and noticed too that her jeans fell a little lower on her hips, revealing the top of dark blue bikini-cut panties. She must have felt the attention, because rather than sit back down in the same seat, she grabbed her notebook and walked up to Rose.
"Mind if I set next to you, lab buddy?" she asked. It was probably the first words she'd ever said to Rose.
"Sure," Rose invited with a big smile. She started to get up, but Christie made her stay put, and instead just slipped past her. She paused a little, Rose was sure, when her very tight but very well-defined ass was right in the younger, smaller girl's face. Rose didn't complain.
"You know," Christie said secretively once she sat down, "I've seen you looking at Ken in lab."
"I've seen you doing the same thing," Rose returned softly.
"Of course," she laughed. "He's hot."
"He is definitely that."
"But he also has any girl he wants," Christie said pointedly, her green eyes sharp.
"I know that too," Rose said tightly, wondering what the point of all this was.
Christie leaned in, whispering, "So we need an advantage."
"Like what?" Rose asked in a similar whisper, though she thought it was pointless.
"Like... I doubt he's ever had two redheads at once."
