[I'm a 22 year old queer girl from Toronto, Canada. I've had this story kicking around in my head for a few years, and I finally got it all down. It's my first attempt, and I absolutely crave feedback, so please vocalize your opinions! Hope you enjoy it.]
Lost in the sounds of Esthero and Portishead, a sharp knock turned Jenn's attention away from updating her 'After Hours' playlist, which was currently pouring out of her computer's speakers. She jumped slightly at the sound of the quiet, but insistent knocking on her dorm room door. "Come in," she called to her unknown visitor.
It's 3:30 a.m., she thought. Who could this possibly be? The door opened and there stood her best friend, and the unrequited love of her life, Kristina. Jenn took one look at the downcast expression on her face, and hurried across the tiny room to embrace her friend in a firm hug. The moment Kristina felt those loving arms around her, she burst into tears and collapsed into her friend's arms. It was somewhat of an awkward position for them both, what with Kristina standing a good two or three inches taller than Jenn. But neither of them seemed to mind. For Jenn, being pressed together, feeling each shudder, each sharp inhalation of breath made her feel strong. She felt full of love and had an overwhelming urge to protect Kristina and keep her safe. For Kristina, it was a relief to feel the embrace of someone who loved her so unconditionally and entirely. When Kristina's sobs had subsided into mild sniffling, Jenn asked, "What's wrong?"
"I was just overcome by this unbearable wave of loneliness," Kristina's muffled voice mumbled from Jenn's shoulder. "I wanted nothing else but to feel cared about. I wanted to feel...." she trailed off, unable to find the right word.
"...Loved?" finished Jenn, tentatively. She had been head-over-heels in love with Kristina since their first few months of friendship, but Kristina had stressed that, while it flattered her immensely, she was, nonetheless, straight. Jenn had eventually given up actively pursuing Kristina, but the spark of desire was still alight inside her. She was still reminded of the intensity of her passion every time that they touched or each time Jenn captured a whiff of Kristina's hair.
"Yeah...yeah," replied Kristina, slowly, taking time to think about the word. "Loved. I haven't felt loved in a really long time."
"Urmmm..," replied Jenn, unsure how to respond. She didn't want to come on too strong and make Kristina feel uncomfortable.
Kristina lifted her head, and looked Jenn squarely in the face. "You're the only person, outside of my family, who's ever told me they loved me."
"Oh. Well, that's crazy, because you're very easy to love," Jenn replied, lightly.
Kristina smirked. "Yeah, right. Look, I know I acted a little...weird when I first found out, but I just want you to know something."
"What?" asked Jenn, trying to keep the tremble out of voice. Her mind raced as she thought of how many of her most amazing dreams had begun this way. The next part always consisted of Kristina confessing her love for Jenn, and ended in a passionate embrace. She didn't have the courage to hope for such an event actually occurring.
"I don't know what love is, exactly. And when you told me you were in love with me, I got unbelievably scared. I mean, I was terrified. Of what, exactly, I'm not sure." She sighed deeply before she continued and Jenn felt the pressure of Kristina's diaphragm expanding and contracting against her own torso. "But I know, at least part of the fear lay in the possibility that I might feel the same way. And I didn't know how to handle that possibility. You know how I get when I'm not in control of a situation; I panic, and I end up hurting the very people I care about."
"So, what are you saying? You are can handle that possibility now?"
"I don't know. But what I do know is that at least now I can accept the fact that I feel something. That something could easily turn out to be love. I just haven't had enough experience with love to be able to say for sure. One thing is certain, though. If it is love, then I have a pretty high opinion of it," she added, smiling.
Jenn's jaw dropped as she felt Kristina squeeze her tighter. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. This girl; her girl, had just told her she might be in love with her. She was in such a state of shock she didn't notice when Kristina pushed her back onto the bed. Jenn's eyes widened as Kristina straddled her lap, and very seductively pulled her sweater over her head. And she gasped slightly as Kristina's lips met hers. It was the tenderest kiss she had ever felt. Jenn tasted Kristina's soft lips so gently, for fear that Kristina would become uncomfortable and break away. But with the passion and electricity that the kiss had generated, Kristina seemed to have found a new sense of courage and bravely slid her tongue between Jenn's lips and into her warm mouth. Kristina had never tasted another girl before, and it felt wonderful. Not forceful and sloppy like so many of the guys she had made out with.
In one of those late-night, tell-all conversations that are commonplace in residence, Jenn had once confided to Kristina about one of her 'sweet spots'--the roof of her mouth. With this in mind, Kristina ran her tongue back and forth along the top of Jenn's mouth. A sharp inhalation of breath and a tiny quiver went through Jenn, as she felt her knees go weak. That was all it took for Jenn's hands to begin roaming; she caressed Kristina's soft curves as their tongues rolled over and over one another. With her hands holding Kristina's waist firmly, Jenn rolled Kristina onto her back along the length of the single dorm bed.
Their kissing became much more passionate as each girl considered what might happen next. Jenn broke the kiss and began licking and kissing the soft area on Kristina's neck, while Kristina gently kissed Jenn's forehead again and again. Jenn slowly kissed and licked her way down to Kristina's soft, black bra. She loved that bra; the only times she had seen Kristina topless, was when she was wearing this same black bra, and it had always made its way into the fantasies. Jenn paused slightly to give Kristina enough time to stop the events from going any further should she so desire. Instead, however, Kristina shifted her body, so Jenn was now lying on top of her, between her long legs. Jenn took this as a sign of encouragement, and unhooked the clasp on the front of the bra that held the garment together. She pulled the straps away from Kristina's shoulders, and saw her small, firm breasts for the first time. They were beautiful, with perfect nipples sitting on top. Jenn placed her hands underneath the breasts, and very gently ran her hands over Kristina's soft, olive skin. She then leaned in and traced a circle around the circumference of the right nipple with her tongue. It tasted so smooth and sweet; Kristina gasped as soon as she felt the moist warmth of the tongue on her sensitive breast. Her hands clutched at Jenn's back and shoulders, and Jenn, emboldened by this passionate reaction, placed her mouth over the nipple and began to suck insistently on it. She took the whole breast into her mouth and rolled her tongue over and under the tender flesh, her other hand massaging the left breast and nipple. Kristina's body heaved as she experienced an intensity of sensations she had never been exposed to before. Jenn continued to switch from right to left, all the while tasting each inch of Kristina's breasts. As she pulled her mouth away, a trail of saliva followed her from nipple to mouth, and Kristina pulled Jenn's face up to hers, licking the saliva off of Jenn's chin, and darting her tongue into Jenn's mouth.
While they frenched, Jenn pressed her knee into Kristina's crotch, and Kristina let out a moan. With the thought of what awaited her below Kristina's belt line, Jenn eagerly attacked Kristina's stomach with her tongue, licking all up and down, her tongue devouring Kristina's navel. Jenn had somehow developed a "belly-button fetish" when it came to girls, and Kristina had one of the cutest she had ever seen. Jenn moved to undo the fly on Kristina's jeans, but hesitated. She glanced up at Kristina's face and asked, "Are you sure?"
The erotic opening beat of Nine Inch Nails' "Closer" began to pump from Jenn's almost forgotten playlist. A devilish grin spilled across Kristina's face as she nodded enthusiastically to continue. She had been mentally kicking herself for waiting so long to 'sort things out' with Jenn, and there was no way in hell she wanted to stop now.
Jenn allowed a naughty little smile to creep across her face as she undid the button and zipper with an intensity that surprised even her. Kristina lifted her ass lightly off the bed, allowing Jenn to slide the jeans down her legs and onto the floor below them. Jenn wasted no time in caressing and licking the soft skin on Kristina's thighs and bikini area. Occasionally, her nose brushed up against the thin fabric of Kristina's blue underwear, which was already dark with wetness, teasing her and causing her to moan with pleasure. Finally, when she couldn't bear it anymore, Jenn grasped the sides of her friend's underwear, and pulled them down, slowly over Kristina's thighs, knees, ankles, and feet and onto the floor. Kristina spread her legs wide, and Jenn settled into position before Kristina's beautiful crotch. She was so wet that some of her juices slid down her cunt onto the sheets. Jenn ran her index finger along the top of Kristina's pussy and, after gathering some juices on her finger, she slid her finger into her mouth and tasted Kristina's sweetness. That one taste was all she needed, and she let her tongue glide up and down the soft, pink folds of Kristina's cunt, flicking her tongue all over. Kristina's moans became louder and more intense, and when Jenn finally spread Kristina open and slid her tongue inside, Kristina had to bite down on an extra pillow in order to keep from screaming. Jenn swirled her tongue around and around, probing deeper inside of Kristina's cunt, all the while running her hands over Kristina's smooth stomach. Kristina began buck her hips as Jenn found her already swollen clit, and began to suck on it. Jenn's face was buried into Kristina's small, soft bush and she inhaled the deep, clean, fresh aroma of Kristina's vagina. Juices poured from Kristina's cunt as Jenn furiously pumped her tongue in and out of Kristina's dripping pussy and Jenn eagerly licked them all into her mouth. Kristina's convulsions became more intense and as Jenn trust her tongue against Kristina's clit one final, powerful time, Kristina screamed into the pillow over her face as her orgasm reached its euphoric climax.
As Kristina pulled the pillow from her face, she let out a loud, satisfied sigh and let her hips rest back onto the soaked sheets. Jenn ran her tongue up Kristina's soaked pussy one final time and inched her way back up to Kristina's face. She immediately thrust her tongue into Kristina's mouth, letting her taste herself. Kristina eagerly devoured Jenn's wet mouth, and then collapsed back onto the bed. Jenn rolled on the bed beside her, and Kristina pressed her exhausted, naked body against Jenn. Jenn put her arms around Kristina, stroking her hair and gently kissing her head.
The two girls lay still in each other's arms for a moment or two, as Massive Attack played "Protection" softly in the background, each one lost in their wonder and amazement at what had just happened. "...Well," said Kristina, eventually.
"Yeah.... Well," replied Jenn.
"Do you think...," Kristina began, quietly. "Do you think I could just stay here until morning? My room seems really far, right now."
"I'd get pissed if you did leave."
"Good," responded Kristina, and she pressed tighter against Jenn, throwing a leg over hers.
"Goodnight, Kris."