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I moved into residence on a Tuesday. It was a new year, and after the summer I had I was ready for a new start. I had a new roommate, a blond from Australia who had a brain the size of a bird. We chatted briefly, about the weather, about who got which bed, about our summers, about my boyfriend. We had been together for what feels like an eternity to a teenager, livin' the dream I guess. I was smitten, so I was happy to engage my new roommate in conversation of romantic gestures and heated nights. She, in turn, being a naïve girl, was happy to listen.
My head of house had let us move in a little bit before calling all 15 girls in the residence downstairs for a meeting. At the meeting, I looked around at the group of girls that I would be spending the next 8 months with, it was the usually high school stereotypes. There were a few Asians munching on some food that I didn't recognize, a jocky girl or two, a couple of princess type's who were already giggling away about the boys they had met that day, and a couple of nerdy types. Nothing that caught my eye. Nothing that caught my eye that is, until I noticed the girl sitting three people away from my right. She was speaking with the head of house, as well as the new DON that would be in charge of keeping us together, so she didn't notice me. Her auburn hair fell delicately over her smooth white shoulders, just grazing the top of her plain black tank top. As I followed the slope of her hair I found my eyes resting on her perfectly formed breasts. They sat in the tank top perfectly, without being squished or pushed in anyway that seemed intentional. As I caught myself starting I tore my eyes away. I had a boyfriend, and was clearly not interested in girls, what was I doing ogling another girl who I was to live with?
I sat with my hands in my lap, watching as my fingers pulled at the loose strings on my shorts while I waited for the meeting to begin. As I tried my hardest not to look at her, I could feel myself struggling like I never had before with myself. After a moment my head of house spoke. She introduced herself to the new students, being in grade 11 I already knew who she was, she then introduced the DON for that year, who was new and I had never seen before. Finally she asked the girl in the black tank top to stand up, I found myself a little bit uncomfortable as the girl stood up in front of the rest of us. As I got a look at her face I found myself staring uncontrollably again. I'm sure the head of house was saying something important, explaining who she was and why she was important, but I felt like I was watching a movie with the sound turned off. Her full pink lips sat limp on her face as she patiently waited for her turn to address the group. Her eyes began to pan over us, big brown and warm, they were captivating. She must have noticed me staring because she stopped to stare back at me, a slight smile pulling the sides of her mouth up. It took me a moment to register that she was smiling at me, I felt my face become unbearably hot, and I looked away quickly. My head of house then stopped talking, and gestured to the girl that it was her turn to talk to everyone.
"Hey guys, okay so I'm Alice, I'm your student head of house." she spoke in a soft yet strong tone. " That means that I will be here if you ever need to talk, or have any problems. I am also the student in charge of dealing with any disciplinary problems that may occur. So keep my job easy and stay out of trouble."
She sat down. Again, I stopped listening, but not because I was watching her, but because I was trying to figure out what was going on in my head. Before I knew it, the meeting was over and we were all on our way back up to our rooms. Some friends from previous years came to my room to chat, everyone asked about my boyfriend, and I told everyone we were still happy. But no matter how much I talked about him and all of the wonderful things that he did, I kept thinking about how my blood rushed through my veins when I made eye contact with Alice just hours ago.
The next morning, I rolled myself out of bed for my first day of grade eleven. I pulled on the familiar kilt, knee highs, dress shirt, and tie. Then I slowly dragged myself to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. As I opened the door I found myself face to face with Alice. I had known that her room was beside mine, but it still took me by surprise. I fumbled around to make sure I didn't drop any of my toiletries, and extended my hand out nervously.
"Hi, um, I guess we're neighbours." I laughed nervously. "My name's Kyla."
"Well, I'm Alice, and I guess we are neighbours". We stood there looking at each other for a few minutes before I rushed off to the bathroom to get ready for my day.
Over the next two weeks I began to spend more and more time with Alice. Since her room was beside mine it was convenient to go and visit her for a few minutes at a time whenever I was bored. After a while a few minutes turned into an hour, and an hour into a few hours, and it wasn't long until I was spending most of my in house time in her room. I loved talking to her, I loved the stories she would tell me, I loved the way she listened to mine, I loved her laugh, her smile, I loved the smell of her room. But, every night, I would leave our conversation and call my boyfriend. Things with him were running relatively smooth for a teenaged relationship around two years old. Since I moved to boarding school the year before, we had spoken every day on the phone, or seen each other in person. Making the long distance work was difficult but we had done it. The seventh week into school I forgot to call him, three nights of the week, because I was busy talking to Alice in her room.
When I sat on that beanbag chair on her floor, I felt as if nothing could get in the way of our friendship. The way she spoke and moved was hypnotizing, I couldn't take my eyes off of her, I could do nothing but give her all of my attention, and in return, she gave me all of hers. When I forgot to call, I figured it was because I was in the middle of a blooming new friendship, and thought nothing of it. The next week when I walked into her room to chat, Alice had her head buried in her computer. When I asked what she was doing she replied that she had a new game. Without even thinking I asked if I could watch. When I heard the words come out of my mouth it shocked me. I had no interest in video games, in fact I avoided watching people play them at all costs. Something about her though, I wanted to be as close to her as possible, I wanted to breathe in her scent, smell her flowing hair, her smooth skin, feel the warmth of her body close to mine. But I still could not explain this feeling to myself, and I certainly didn't want to make our friendship weird.
After this the pattern of our friendship began to change. We talked intimately about ourselves, our lives, and I had moved from the beanbag chair, to the bed. One day, after I had been talking for hours about myself and my previous relationships we broke into a topic that I had never really been comfortable with. My boyfriend. Although I always talked about how great he was and how happy we were, our relationship had been taking a harsh toll on me over the past few months. He had become angry, and I had become unhappy, we pushed ourselves to make our relationship work, although I could never tell myself why I bothered. As he became more angry he became more violent, when I told Alice about this she was astonished and angry. As a defensive move I asked her about her ex boyfriends. At first she gave me a kind of half smile, opened her mouth to speak, then let out a sigh.
"I don't really date boys." she said plainly. I was confused, surely a girl as stunning and funny as her would have the boys dropping at her feet. The confusion must have been written all over my face because she looked at me and laughed. "I date girls." It hit me like a shovel in the face. I didn't know what to do, I had never met a lesbian before, I had so many questions, but didn't know how to ask them. I tried to play it cool, asking about her ex girlfriends, and what it was like to be "out and proud". I went back to my room late that night, and sat up even later thinking about her. Thinking about what it would be like to kiss her. Wondering if she would want to kiss me. Wondering why I was wondering all of these things about her.
Over the next two weeks I was obsessed. Every time I came back to my residence, I checked to see if she was there. When I was in class I would send her emails and instant messages, I talked about her constantly and thought about her even more. It became harder for me to focus on anything other than her, it was as if there was a buffet table inside my head, and she was starving. It had gotten to a point, that when I would leave her room to talk to my boyfriend, I would talk about her the entire time, barely being able to hear what he said to me. I realized, slowly but surely, that I was falling, and falling hard for Alice.
She was sitting on an exercise ball on the floor in my room. I was sitting on my bed chatting to my friends on my computer. We talked a little about our weekend, she had stayed at school and I had gone home. All weekend I had been talking to my close friends about her, how I couldn't get her out of my head. The words were on the tip of my tongue pushing against my lips to reach her. The butterflies in my stomach were fluttering at such a rate that I thought I might puke. My heart was beating so fast that I began to worry about how red my face might be. Better to just get it over with, I thought.
"Alice," I tried to choose my words carefully. "um, do you ever wish you were drunk so you could just say something without really worrying about the consequences?" What?! Why did I say that?! Oh god she probably thought I was an idiot. We talked for a few minutes more, then I was about to explode.
"I think I have feelings for you." I blurted out, then smacked my hand over my face. She smiled. And bounced around on the ball. And smiled. She didn't say anything, she just smiled, an awkward flattered smile. Shit! I thought to myself, I had really messed this up now. We went on talking a few moments later, as if nothing had been said. After a short awkward conversation, she got up and left. I was unable to sleep again that night. Why had I said that? Why had I said anything at all? I had a boyfriend. I was not a lesbian. I had never been so confused in all of my life. The next morning we acted as if nothing had happened. That night, we acted as if nothing had happened. Is this all that was going to happen? Why didn't she say anything? Did she like me? Did she think that my little girl crush was a joke? It sure as hell wasn't funny to me. I decided that something had to be done. I would have to talk to her again. After the disaster that happened the first time I talked to her, I decided to send her an email.
Hey Alice, Soo, I was just wondering like. What you want to do with what I said, I know that you probably don't feel the same. Also I have a boyfriend, and there's the fact that I would never have a chance with you. I don't know, I cant get you out of my head.
I sat in class, barely paying attention when only moments later an email popped up at me.
Who ever said you didn't have a chance?
My heart skipped a beat. I read it over, and I read it over again. I could barely contain my excitement. I wanted to tell someone, I wanted to dance, I wanted to see her, but time was inching by. When the end of the day finally came, I was no less excited than I had been that morning. When I got to the house however, I realized I didn't know what I wanted to say, let alone how to say it.
That week was long. My boyfriend had been fighting with me every chance he got, and usually this would have upset me more than anything, but I was cruising on a cloud. I started staying in Alice's room even later at night. Not only was I on the bed now, but we were lying down, facing each other, our faces so close that I could feel her breath against my nose. We spoke softly to each other, never talking about anything at all, but everything we could think of at the same time. I was never able to talk like this with my boyfriend, I never felt so comfortable with him, it was refreshing to have such a deep connection with someone without any fear. The only problem with being so close was that I wanted to touch her. Her skin looked so soft and smooth, the gentle slopes of her body were as enticing as anything I had ever seen. Then, one night I got my chance. She was showing me her bellybutton ring, I went to touch it, to get a better look, and when I was done I leaned back, leaving my hand on her flat, toned stomach. My hand didn't move, it just stayed there, the elephant in the room as we continued to talk.
The next night was intense. More than once, we came to a point where the conversation died and we found ourselves looking deep into each others eyes. Her lips called out to me and a few times I thought she was going to kiss me. I would mutter that I should leave, making the obvious even more obvious, there was a serious sexual connection between me and my student head of house. How could I be doing this? What about my boyfriend? How could she be doing this? She was in a position of authority. The more I thought about all of this the less I seemed to care about it.
Three nights later, it had been a week since I had foolishly blurted out how I felt. I now knew that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. That night, she looked at me, and just as I was about to pull away from the eye lock, she leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were soft and warm against mine, I could smell her shampoo and perfume, I could taste her lip chap, it was exhilarating, unlike any kiss I had ever had. It only lasted a moment or two, but I knew, that those were the lips that I wanted to kiss for hours. I wanted to feel her kisses all over my body, I wanted to feel her kisses in places that only my boyfriend had touched. I then realized that I wanted to kiss her everywhere, I wanted to touch the supple skin of her strong thighs, of her round ass, of her toned, smooth back. This all happened in only a moment, and then, once again we were talking as if nothing had happened.
The next night we kissed again, more than once. Each kiss slightly longer than the first. As we continued to become closer, I could feel a moisture building up between my thighs. I had never been so turned on before, this beautiful girl was leading me into some sort of erotic fantasy that I hadn't know that I possessed. I had to get out of there, this was wrong, she was supposed to be an authority figure, and I certainly wasn't supposed to want anyone other than my boyfriend, let alone a girl. It had gotten to the point where we were staying up talking and kissing until three or four o'clock in the morning. We had to be careful and quiet, because if anyone heard us, we would surely be in big trouble, and she would lose her status. Which was very difficult a few nights later.
She was laying in front of me, as she always did. We kissed a few times, and talked about petty things in our lives, then I realized that she was laying on top of her hand.
"Isn't that uncomfortable?" I asked
"I'm trying to keep myself out of trouble." she responded softly. I immediately knew what she was referring to. She wanted to touch me. She wanted to stroke by pulsating clit until I squirmed with ecstasy. But, she was asking my permission.
"Maybe I`m okay with trouble" I smiled at her. She smiled back sheepishly, and pulled her hand out from underneath her. She slowly moved her hand up to my should and lightly caressed down my arm. Her hand stopped, resting on my hip, she pulled me in closer and began to kiss my neck. I let out huge encouraging sighs, I felt chills run down my back and my legs, I felt the moisture between my thighs grow, my heart began to race. I breathed in the scent of her hair, kissed and nibbled at her neck. She let out a sigh and pulled me in even closer. When I felt her hand moving from my hip my heart began to beat impossibly faster, she slid her hand down my pyjama pants and laughed a little when she realized that I wasn't wearing any underwear. Her fingers slightly grazed the edge of my thighs, touching me everywhere except where I silently begged to be touched.
She stopped and looked at me, our eyes connecting with what felt like an unstoppable force. I felt a single drop of sweat drip down my shoulder blade. My whole body was tense, waiting for her to touch me, to satisfy the ache in the pit of my stomach. She leaned over and kissed my neck again, and pushed her fingers against me. I let out a sigh half out of relief and half out of ecstasy. As she rubbed me I couldn't help but let out small moans and sighs. She dipped her fingers inside me, pulling my sex juices, rubbing them all over my clit.
"Oh... my... god..." I whispered. I could feel an orgasm rising up to my through as she rubbed me faster and harder. It felt so good I could feel it in my toes and my fingertips, soon I was unable to control myself, I kissed her neck frantically, grabbed at her full breasts with one had while I struggled to keep myself as steady as possible with the other hand. Her breathing was almost as heavy as mine as she pushed me closer and closer to my peak. As some of her fingers continued to rub me another one pushed itself deep inside my pussy, again causing me to moan with pleasure. It had almost gotten to the point that I couldn't handle the stimulation anymore. And then, like rushing water I was overcome by waves of orgasms. My body spazemed as I screamed in pleasure into my hand held over my mouth.
Once I was able to get a hold of myself she held me close, the smell of my wet sex all over her hand creating a faint sexual aroma in the tiny room. My head was spinning, the mix of smells in my nose was lost to me because I could barely breathe, my toes still curled up from the pleasure that she had just given me. While I lay in her arms I could barely think of anything, let alone anything other than her. As I began to regain consciousness I realized what we had just done, this had gone way too far.
"Alice," I looked up at her
"Kyla." she smiled down at me
"This cant happen again. This is so wrong on about ten different levels"
"I know. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, that was incredible. Thank you, but I'm sorry" We had one final look at each other before I slowly rolled out of the bed and went back to my room, at 4:30 am.
When I arrived in my room, I must have only been awake for a few seconds because I don't remember falling asleep. But when I woke up I felt like I had been asleep for days.
"Where were you last night?" My roommate Jennie asked me, "I woke up at like two and you weren't here."
"Oh, um," I fumbled for a lie to cover up my night next door. "I, uh, couldn't sleep so I was on the phone in the hallway."
"Oh, cool. You okay?"
"Oh, yeah." I couldn't keep the huge grin off my face, "I'm great."
All day I thought about what had gone on the night before, a slight smile of my face, and a light wetness in my crotch. I thought about how amazing it felt when Alice touched me, how much I wanted to touch her back. I thought about how it was never going to happen again. We had agreed, it was wrong, and it could not happen again. I had to stop thinking about her. It was strange, neither of us even removed our clothes and it was still the most sexually satisfied I had ever been.
I saw her for the first time that day at eight o'clock at night, this was the first time that we had not just ignored what happened, she looked at me with lust filled eyes, and I could do nothing but turn away and walk into my room. Later that night, she came in and acted as if nothing had happened. This was strangely comforting, so we chatted for about an hour before bed check, she left and I stayed in my room. About ten minutes after bed check I felt my phone vibrating against my shoulder. I picked it up, I had a text from Alice. Are you coming over?
I stared at my phone for a minute before checking to see if Jennie was awake, I could hear her steady wheezes as she slept. I quietly got out of bed, my heart already beating quickly. I was going to go over there and tell her that we couldn't keep doing this. As determined as I thought I was, when I saw her, I melted. As usual, we lay in her bed, talking until it was so late it was early. Finally she kissed me again. I felt the familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach, somewhere between fear and pure lust. We kissed gently for a minute, then it became rougher, almost rushed. Her hands caressed my arm, down to my leg, I shivered as she paused near the lips of my pussy, but she continued down to my thigh. The kisses became more gentle and controlled, she looked at me her brown eyes looking deep into mine. I slowly moved my hand down to her waist, I rubbed the outside of her pyjama pants before pulling at the elastic at the top of her pants open. I looked up at her, and she just stared encouragingly.
I then moved my hand down her pants, the soft pubic hair led the path to her wet pussy. I began to rub her clit gently and she let out a sigh. I moved my hand lower and dipped my fingers into her, soaking my fingers with her juices. Feeling this made me excited and I could feel the heat between my legs grow. As I rubbed her juices all over her she moaned and pushed her hips towards me. I reached under the back of her t-shirt and fumbled to undo her bra, then pulled the straps down her shoulders. As I reached up her shirt to touch her full breasts she gasped softly. Rubbing her pussy and thumbing her nipple I could feel her body beginning to tighten with pleasure. She reached down and began to play with the lips of my labia, I felt as though my stomach might jump up into my throat. Then, just as I was close to cumming, she let out a slow moan and I felt her tighten up around my fingers. The rest of her body contracted as she jerked slightly, bucking her hips to push my fingers harder against her throbbing sex.
She lay limp for a minute, breathing heavily. I couldn't help but smile, I was proud of myself, I had never made a girl cum before, the thick juices of her crotch soaked my hand, and I lifted it slowly to lick my fingers. It tasted sweet but bitter at the same time, it was like nothing I had ever tasted, it was delicious. She rubbed me gently as I licked my fingers, moaning slightly.
"Kyla?" I opened my eyes, "Can uh, I go down there?" I smiled and nodded my head in a euphoric daze. She kissed my neck softly, and began to move down my body. She gently lifted my tshirt and kissed my stomach, I sucked in a breath of air as she moved closer to my throbbing clit. She pulled my pyjama pants down to reveal my freshly shaved snatch. She kissed the inside of my thighs moving painfully slow towards my throbbing pussy. And then, like a flash of beautiful lighting I felt her tongue flick against me. And again, then she began to lick my pussy more, and harder. She took her hand and pushed her fingers inside me. I felt like I was going to explode with pleasure. It felt so good I half wanted it to last forever, but half wanted to cum all over her hand and face. Finally, like nothing I had ever experienced my body tightened and jerked uncontrollably. Wave after wave of orgasms came over me as she continued to lick me gently.
I grabbed her head and pulled it away, I brought it to my face and kissed her gently. I could taste my sex juices on her lips and tongue but I didn't care. The aroma of sex filled the air as I crawled in to cuddle with her. As I looked up at her I realized that I was falling hard for her.
"this is so wrong" She said softly.
"I don't care," I began, "you make me feel better than anyone ever has"
"What about your boyfriend?"
"It's over, I just want to be with you."
And that's how we met. One of the best things in my life, many years later. Something that started off in secret is now one of the largest parts of who I am. We laugh sometimes about how unbelievably cliché it all was, but it's a true story.