The following story is intended for the "Lesbian -- College" section. All of the usual disclaimers apply.
Beth and Mary
It had been a great freshman year at the state college for both Beth and Mary, who had been friends for the longest time and after graduation from high school decided to go to the same college and room together. As the spring term drew to a close, the two girls decided to stay there in the dormitory as Resident Hall Supervisors, which basically meant, to their delight, that they would get free room-and-board, get to continue rooming together, and have almost no real responsibilities, since there were so few students who stayed in their dorm over the summer months who would require close supervision. What a wonderful summer it looked to be for the two lovely 19-year-old young women, two friends who were considerably closer to one another than most best friends were.
Beth, a rather petite black-haired beauty, and Mary, a tall dark-skinned girl with brown wavy hair, had developed over the years a closer relationship than most because, unlike most girls (at least as far as they could tell) they enjoyed what Beth liked to call the "Sapphic delights." Beth had stumbled across a copy of poems written by an ancient woman named Sapphos, who had lived on an island called "Lesbos" back in B.C. times. The poems dealt with love and passion, and particularly the love of one's own gender, and as Beth read those poems as a teenager she had felt tingles creep up her thighs and center on her crotch to the point that, after reading several of the poems she found her panties to be practically dripping wet with her own lust and excitement, and she kept thinking throughout it all that she wanted to share these poems (and their intimations) with Mary, for whom she had always had a secret love that exceeded the bonds of typical childhood friendship.
So of course she eventually shared Sapphos' work with her friend one day when they were at their high school, without telling her exactly what the nature of the poems (or her own desires) were, telling Mary to read them and tell her what she thought of them. A couple nights later Mary had come over to Beth's house and the two of them went up to the bedroom as they usually did, to listen to music, do a little homework, sometimes dance, and always talk intimately about boys, girls, sex, and other important matters. Mary sat down on the bed beside her friend, with the book in hand, and sort of breathlessly ventured in to the subject by saying she really liked these poems, telling Beth that they "spoke" to her in ways that really surprised and excited her. When Beth heard this she immediately felt that familiar tingle in her thighs, and encouraged Mary to tell her more. Mary talked about the material, about the love of one woman for another, about the poems that suggested how a woman would lie with another and then the two of them would experience joy beyond belief. This was something, she said, that made her feel almost giddy, almost dizzy with unspecified feelings. They made her think of Beth, she said quietly, looking shyly over at her friend, who had sidled right up next to her as they sit on the bed, their thighs touching one another, each of their shoulders leaning against the other's. Beth looked up at Mary's pretty face, so close to her own, and peered into her dark eyes, seeing her lashes and the smooth skin of her cheeks and the fullness of her lips. Mary looked at her and wet her lips with her tongue, silently yearning for Beth to say something, to do something. And she did.
Beth had leaned up to Mary's face very slowly, the two of them fully conscious of what was going to transpire, and their lips met, ever so softly, not even a full kiss so much as a touch, a mere brushing of the softness of their lips against one another's, and then Beth leaned back to see Mary's reaction. Mary had closed her eyes and had a small glimmer of a smile playing on her moist lips, so Beth leaned up to her again and kissed her once more, this time fully and with more pressure, her lips opening a bit and drawing Mary into a full and deep kiss as Beth's tongue touched Mary's lightly, their lips pressed together and their hands roaming to one another's shoulders. Both girls felt their hearts beating madly inside their chests, each of them feeling a combination of surprise as well as lust, and they kissed again, and then again, each kiss sending shivers through their frames, each kiss making them both wet with desire. That evening the two girls realized they were more than friends, and their kisses that evening brought them together like lovers.
It took several more weeks following that before the girls went further than kissing and casually touching one another. Beth was the first to make a more serious move, one Friday night when the girls had a sleepover and shared the same king-sized bed. They both had their sleep tees and baggy sleeping shorts on, and as they lay there in the dark, having built up a steamy sense of desire from sharing many wet warm kisses, Beth reached under the covers and allowed her hand to rove over to Mary's thigh, where it caressed the soft smooth skin and then gradually rose higher until it brushed against the pubic hairs, and then again higher still, where her fingertips touched Mary's labia and could feel the wetness that was seeping from her. Beth had continued caressing Mary's thigh and pussy lips for several minutes while Mary lay there and sighed, parting her legs further to allow her best friend to touch her more. She knew she wanted this, both girls knew this felt just right and wonderful, and before long Beth's fingers were touching Mary's clitoris and rolling circles around it lightly and rhythmically and then dipping downward into her sopping wet pussy and bringing some of that moisture up higher and continuing her gentle and insistent masturbation of her friend. It wasn't long before Mary felt the magic electricity of her orgasm beginning to spark from the inside of her thighs, running down both legs and then back up to her tummy and down again to her pussy, an electric charge of lust that she felt was pouring out of her and then which simply exploded in a hot and shivering orgasm the like of which she had never before experienced. Her legs and body shook and almost twisted with passion and release, and Beth's fingers had stayed there in the hot depths of Mary's spasming pussy for what seemed like many minutes, gently caressing her and gradually bringing her back down to earth, a changed woman, one who finally understood how good it felt to be loved and to have such a wonderful and fulfilling physical release such as she had just experienced.
Over the next couple years as they finished high school, the girls developed their relationship further, exploring each other's bodies whenever they had the opportunity, kissing like fools whenever they could sneak a moment together, and making love whenever they spent the night together. No wonder, then, that they decided to go to the same college and room together. Over the course of their freshman year they had continued their loving explorations of their sexual desires, developing even further their desire for one another. Now, with the summer stretching out ahead of them and almost nothing but fun to be had, both young women were in heaven as they contemplated the possibilities.
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