This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between young adult women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18, do not read it.
Copyright 2022 B. Jones, all rights reserved.
School Daze
Carla Thomas was walking across the heart of campus when she remembered she was going to put her rent in the mail. She quickly turned around. She was being followed closely by an undergraduate who looked up from her phone just in time to run into Carla, both parties roundly embarrassed by the happy collision, both dropping a couple books.
"I'm so sorry," said Carla.
"Let me help you," said Brittany, picking up Carla's books and handing them to her. "I'm such an idiot. It' just that the podcast was so interesting. I know that sounds lame." My name is Britanny, Britanny Williams by the way.
"No, it's my fault," said Carla. "I'm clearly over-caffeinated this morning. And that was nice of you to pick up my books. What's the podcast that's so interesting if you don't mind my asking?"
Brittany was and out and proud lesbian, and answered Carla, "No, not at all. It's 'The Ali Kolbert Show', one of my fave podcasts. She's a Jewish lesbian and she's a riot. She has very interesting lesbian on and they're talking about coming out. Listen to me go on! I'm sorry if that's too much information."
"No, not at all," said Carla. "Would you like to get coffee? I mean, it's Friday afternoon and classes are over. I believe in serendipity, and this might be serendipitous, or something. What are you doing now?"
"Right now, I'm about to accept an invitation to coffee from a very attractive girl," said Brittany. "I was just going home, but this sounds like a better plan."
"Oh Yay!" said Carla. "So, I've got to drop off my rent check in the mail, which is on the way to Starbucks. By the way, it will be my treat, since I asked you."
"All right, twist my arm," said Brittany. "So, you're gay then, or shall I say, do you eat pussy?"
"Oh, fuck yes," said Carla. "Is the pope gay?"
"Haaa haaa. Good one," said Brittany. "The Vatican is all gay, all the time. Take it from me, a recovering Catholic."
State U was everything you would expect from a one-hundred-and-fifty-year-old university in the Heartland. Stately buildings from the 1930's era, with their ivy and Hellenic pillars, contrasting with the modern architecture of the last sixty years with all straight lines, and plenty of glass and steel. The fantasy versus the reality. The impractical versus the practical.
The heart of campus was right in front of the graduate library, and at least five thousand students and faculty passed through the center of campus and avoided stepping on the school's bronze mascot. Fewer students head to the idyllic lake at the north edge of campus, where generations of students have whiled away an afternoon watching the swans and smelling the jasmine and gardenias that mixed with the refreshing scents of conifer stands.
When a two guys stumble on a sidewalk the usual invectives fly: "hey, watch it buddy" or "walk much?" or (quietly) "asshole."
Our two girls were instantly friends, and soon to be lovers. Instead of taking their Latte's to a table, they decided it was a Friday afternoon and classes were over and there would be nothing like relaxing at the lake. It was just a short walk, and they found themselves feeding each other the big blonde brownie that they couldn't resist.
"I came out to my mom in high school, and after the initial shock, it has been great," said Brittany. "She's now my best friend and dating women too. And, to top it all off, she's a helluva good fuck."
"I've got to taste that pussy," said Carla. "Moms are the best, I can vouch for that. And dad is?"
"He's been out of the picture for a while," said Brittany. "They got divorced 5 years ago. I got birthday presents and Christmas cards. O well."
"That sounds like my situation," said Carla. "I live with my mom in the summers, and we have sex, a lot of it. My dad left years ago, and I rarely hear from him. But my mother is great, and she loves my girlfriends too. I'm so bored with the myriad books and articles about mothers and daughters struggling. Aren't you?"
"Oh, hell yes. Believe me, there is no conflict in our house," said Brittany.
"Hey, you want to go down to the lake and be with the swans?" said Carla.
"It thought you'd never ask," said Brittany. The lake was especially known as a casual place for gay and straight couples to relax.
Carla and Britanny were falling for each other. Both of them were sick of being single, of one-night stands, of keeping all their lovers straight.
They put their heavy backpacks down. Carla had a blanket in hers, much to the delight of Brittany.
"Oh wow, have blanket, will travel, he he he," said Brittany.
Carla spread the blanket on the grassy hollow, which afforded them a bit of privacy. The girls fell to chatting again while the swans swam toward them.
"Hey look, we've got company," said Carla. "Aren't they a couple of darlings. You know, I'm not very religious, but I prayed that I would cross paths with an angel this morning. And here you are."
"That's so sweet, but I don't know if it true," said Brittany. "You haven't lived with me, or even had sex with me."
"Well, we could solve that problem tonight, if you're not doing anything," said Carla.
"Waiting for you, lover, waiting for your laughter and your loveliness." said Brittany.
"Hey, isn't that from a hit song?" asked Carla. "I think it's John Denver."
"I don't know, honestly," said Brittany, "Things like that just pour out of me."
"I hope there's something else that pours out of you," said Carla. She was sitting cheek by jowl next to Brittany and slowly turned B's face toward her. She kissed and when she kissed her, she knew that she was the one. After all the women, over fifty (thirty or so for Brittany), she was the one. It was magic. The swans were quiet, watching their every move from a mere ten feet away.
They made out for twenty minutes. It could have been more, maybe thirty. The more they kissed, the more they wanted to. It was that good.
Brittany was a beautiful girl with brown eyes. She was slender. At 5' 9" she had flawless skin, though Carla would have to wait until evening to see all of her. Short brown hair, thick, the kind that you regularly tuck behind you ears. Did I say perfect teeth and an electric mile. Check. Carla was a studious type and continued her 4.0 gpa in college. She was known and beloved by the lesbian community and longed for the love of her life.
Carla was seemingly not so pretty in high school, often overlooked as a wallflower. When her braces came off her junior year, it was like a butterfly emerging from the chrysalis. She developed tremendous confidence and a bubbly personality overnight. Instead of her pursuing girls she was the prey, the most popular girls were always trying to get into her panties, and many succeeded.
Carla was a starter on the high school basketball team, and at 5' 11" she chased down loose balls and was generally a go-getter, beloved by coaches and players alike. College was her time to blossom. Like Brittany, she sported a beguiling smile with big brown eyes and brown hair, smartly coiffed into a fade. She was not looking for the one, but when she tasted Brittany, she was gone.
"Oh my god, you are an amazing kisser," said Carla when they finally came up for air.
"Ditto," said Brittany. "I can't remember ever being so knocked out a girl's kisses." With that she dove into Carla's magic sex pool, where the water was warm, and the sun was refreshingly perfect. She likes all things girl and sex: dreaming about them, talking about them, and doing them. So did Carla. The swans were hanging out together, unmoving, watching the girls intently from a short distance. The sun was hanging low in the sky.
A sound came from behind them. A guy apparently had been watching the two darlings and was now trying to make his escape.
"That's it, run you pervert," Brit shouted. "Run back to mommy before we kick your ass." Carla was shocked and would have shouted too but she was taken aback by the whole scene.
"What a pussy," she said. "That disgusts me. Did you see how skinny he was? I bet could have taken him, Brit."
"That's why I don't talk to men, unless I have to," said Brit. "Ugh. I thought this place was private, back here in the hollow with the swans. I thought wrong."
The girlfriends decided to call campus police and make a report. "It's the right thing to do," said Carla. "After we have sex, that is. I'm pumped up now."
Great things came to an end, and it was Brittany who spoke first. "So, you are not dating anyone seriously," she said. "Because I'm not."
"No mam, I'm enjoying life as a free agent," said Carla. "If you are asking because you want to hook up, I'm so down for that."
"Beautiful, glorious," said Brittany. "My place is just three blocks from here, and I live alone."
"Oh, so do I," said Carla. "It's expensive, but worth it, if you know what I mean."
"I do," said Britanny.
They collected their things, including the white blanket, and said "adieu" to the loving swans. What an afternoon! It felt like the day, or their lives, was just getting started. Brittany took Carla's hand as they made their way home.
Brittany lived on the first floor of a three flat in the city of Chicago, three blocks from campus. When the two love birds walked into her space they immediately started to kiss, feeling even freer than they did with the swans. Carla and Brittany immediately found their way to the asses of the other, squeezing a massaging them while kissing blindly and furiously. Britanny let go of Carla's ass and removed her silky top. She knew that Carla didn't have a bra and couldn't wait to get her hands on her tits. Carla did the same, although Brittany had a bra that required little to remove.
There they stood and drank in their partner's breasts. Ahhh, the wonders of lesbian fever. They both caught it so easily and so often.
With urgency, they shed their remaining clothes except for their quarter socks (Carlas were light blue and Brittany's were pink).
With a leering smile Carla said, "Damn, I love your tits. First let me suck them." She proceeded to attach her mouth to Brittany's sweet right nipple as Brittany ran her fingers through her short but delicious brown hair, feeling its warmth, and smelling the "barely there" fragrance of Paul Mitchell Awapuhi Shampoo. Britanny had sturdy C-cups to be sure.
"I love this girl. Awapuhi. I should have known," thought Brittany. She got her turn at Carla's tits, B-cups. Small, but so 'effin cute.
"I've got to use the bathroom," said Brittany. "I do to; let's do it together. I want to pee with you. It's forward of me, but I'm feeling forwardâˆ'and frisky."
"After you," said Carla.
Brittany squatted down on the toilet. Carla waited until she was ready and sat on her legs facing her, slightly bending down to kiss some more, to be near her. With both girls on the toilet, Brittany had a solid stream and put her hand in her pee and directed it upwards, covering Carla's bottom with urine. Carla fell into an embrace with Brittany. They laughed. They kissed. It felt naughty and it felt glorious.
Carla could, of course, do better and aimed her stream at Brittany's pussy. She didn't need her hands; she had done this often, but she couldn't remember a time when it felt so right. Both were laughing, both loved the spontaneous play and felt so secure with a non-judgmental partner. They felt like seventh graders.
"In junior high I fell in love with pee play in the school's bathroom," said Carla. "Aahhhh, I don't know what it is, but I love this, just so you know."
"Darling you're not the only one," said Brittany. "Me and bathrooms go way back. Aahhhh. Nuaahhhh."
"Look at us," said Carla. "It's hard to believe, Maahhhhh, that we just met." The two lovers kissed and licked the face of each other, their hands molding and massaging the breasts. When they were done peeing their right hands urgently entered the cunt, and their thumbs were rubbing the clitties. They were in a zone. "Aahhhh, oohhhhh."
Rubbing, teasing, fast, slow. Carla came first.
"Keep doing that to my clit you whore," cried Carla. Brittany unconsciously rubbed the hood with her two fingers and the head of her clit with her thumb, even faster.
"Oh shit," said Carla, and she fell into Brittany. "You're one hot fucking dyke," she mewled and was out for a short while. She was gone. Britanny would have to hold onto her cum until they reached the bed. She enveloped Carla with her arms and started crying. She let it go, her tears falling on Carla too.
"Are you crying?" said Carla, who had snapped out of her brief repose. She was licking Brittany's face.
"Yes," said Brittany. "I had this vision...that you're the one. That we're meant to be together. I can't help myself."
"I feel the same thing," said Carla. "It's scary, but it's so good and so right."
"Last one to the bed is a rotten egg."
Brittany lived in a modest apartment, but the bedroom held the king-sized bed with room to spare. She was very neat. The bed was made, and was just covered with a blue duvet, turned down. Carla is the type of girl who is just interested in everything, and she delighted that the bed was soft and that it moved.
Britanny took off the duvet, leaving the blue sheets. She jumped in the middle and let out a squeal.
"I can see that this baby is going to give us the sound effects we want," said Carla. "I can't wait to give it a test run, squeak, squeak. Ha ha."
"Oh yeah," said Brittany. "Luckily I'm on the first floor so the neighbors don't object to the carrying on."
The girls were still naked, and after getting some lube and strapons from her magic box, Brittany crawled to Carla and started to make out sensuously.
Carla was eyeing the black cock, a good 8", plenty hefty and round, like many girls prefer them. No reminders of the male dick, "no thank you Darlene." She would do Brittany first and then they'd probably take a break to go get her stuff while it was light out.
Brittany was an expert kisser, using her tongue to win and lose the battle of the mouth. It was so warm and wet, and big. All her sex parts were big. Her tongue, her tits, her clit, and her cunt. "Thank god," said Carla to herself. Her last lover was hot but rather dainty. Everything was so small, even her favorite 5" strapon. It drove Carla crazy, in a bad way.
Britanny slid into a cowgirl position and Carla did the licking. Brit loved to hold onto the brass bedframe wiggling her ass and enjoying the hands on the bedframe. Carla was good, very good, and soon had Brit close. Brit surprised her when she fell back and then twisted her body and started eating Carla as well. That was a first for Britanny, and she was thinking "this girl's got game."
The two were sort of doing a 69 and really into it.
"OK. We've had a great warm-up," said Carla. "Ready for the strap? I've got my eyes on the black beauty."
"Exactly," said Britanny. Carla cinched the strap by herself. She was a master strapon babe and knew the drill. Britanny got in the middle of the bed with the lube and was dabbing some on her pussy lips and inside. She got up to her knees and lubed up the black dildo. Then she reached for her phone and pulled up the playlist, "Girls." The first song Carla didn't know but it was very sexy, and they so were into it and Carla was in fact dancing.
"Some tunes for us," said Brit. "Girl tunes, fucking tunes. Girls fucking tunes. God, I love fucking."
"Oh yeah, I'm so horny," said Carla.
It's so nice. It becomes you, don't 'ya think?" said Britanny.
Carla retorted, "Say 'hi' to my girlfriend, Mr. Blackie," laughing hysterically and waving the schlong at Brittany.
(laughing) "Awww, you're such a nice 8" dildo," said Brittany. "I think you are my second-best friend. (seriously) C'mon and show me what you're made of."
Whereupon Carla jumped Brittany and entered her birth canal from the missionary position with the first two inches of the dildo. She worked it quickly, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. Britanny was ecstatic, grabbing ahold of the harness at first, then meeting Carla's thrusts with her hips.
"How's that? Do 'ya like it, lesbo bitch?" said Carla. She was now fully penetrating her lover.
"God, I love it," said Brit.
"It's good, isn't it?" said Carla. "Beats the hell out of smelly dudes any day."
"For Aahhhh, sure," said Brit. She was already pre-orgasmic after only five minutes of the black strapon.
"Oh baby, Nnaahhhh, I'm getting there," said Brittany. "I know it's early, Aahhhh, but I might be cumming. I'm getting a tingle already. Keep it going. Don't stop."
Carla had assumed her lover would turn out to be a bit of a wallflower. Man, she was wrong. She admitted it to herself, and she loved the way they were going. She was expressive and physical herself and she saw her match in Brit. Brittany got up on her knees to continue in doggy-style. She put her right hand back and directed the "dick" into her pussy. The long first stroke really lit a fire for her.
"Oh, shit Carla, that first, Aahhhh, stroke was hot," she said. "Please do long strokes, but Aahhhh, just as fast as before."
"Oh yeah," said Carla. "I can. I've got a tingle too, Muahhhh, I'm gonna cum to."
Brittany then got Carla onto her back and sat on the dildo, cowgirl. She knew what she liked and what she needed was to be in cowgirl position at that moment. She had been on the verge of cumming for about ten minutes now. Nectar was pouring out of her pussy and onto the bed and onto Carla.
Carla bent forward to kiss Britt. There was some thick cum that looked like translucent water but thicker. It lay here and there on Brit's belly; there was a lot of it. She licked it up and found it to be so good. She licked it all up, taking a break from her fucking Bittany (although the dildo remained buried in her pussy).
Then she bent and kissed her lover, long, deep, and lovingly. Hmmm, she was taken to another place.
"You kiss so good, darling," said Britt.
She startled Carla when she jumped off the dildo for a second.
"I want to remember this time," she said. It took her ten seconds to get her iPhone video camera going and in position. She hopped back on the cock and loved that first long stroke. "Aahhhh." Carla felt like a star and pulled out the dildo and ran it down her slit a couple times before penetrating her again.
"How do 'ya like that baby doll," said Carla. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard."
"I see you are all wet from my cum," said Brit. "I didn't warn you, but I'm a big cummer. Lotsa cum, thick and clear and it just keeps cumming."
"So, fucking sexy," said Carla. "I love it. Keep it cumming baby girl. Let it flow."
The camera caught most of the action, but especially the dildo-pussy connection. When they played it later (over and over) they were taken to another place and their misted eyes were just glued to Britanny's pussy. But Carla had more work to do.
By this time Carla was soaked and the bed was wet. She doubled down on her Brit and was pumping her non-stop. Carla was using a 3:1 method; for every three medium strokes she would give Brit one long one, bottoming out in her pussy. She was cumming to, her clit tickled ceaselessly by the strapon's clit pad.
"I'm gonna cum darling, but keep it going, won't you," said Brit. "Aahhhhh, Muahhhh, just like that. Aahhhh." Brit now was really meeting Carla's thrusts, her hips coming off the bed. Carla kept the pace up. Sweat was flying.
Brit made one more thrust with her cunt, and then fell off the strap and lay on the bed, her head going back and forth as she mewled and babbled. They both looked like they had just come out of a sauna. Where sweat and cum wasn't soaking the sheets it was dripping off the bodies of the women. They found it so sexy.
"So good," said Brittany. "You're the best I've ever had. Oohhhh, so good." She was thinking of only one thing just then. "Jesus Christ, I want her again. But not right now. She's got to move in with me."
The babies walked together to the shower, and it was Brittany who seduced Carla. But that is a story for another time.
"Babe, I've got to have you in my life," said Brittany as she toweled off. "We both make each other laugh so easily and so genuinely and we're both so hot-blooded. Would you move in with me?"
"Let me think about it," said Carla, pausing to think. (Laughing) "Yes, I'll definitely move in with you, honey". Especially if we can repeat the bathroom action. Your apartment is more convenient and I'm a good roommate. I'll put my place up for a sublet tonight."
"But I don't need a roommate," said Brittany. "I want a lover."
"You have that, baby. I love you girl."
"Fanfuckingtastic! Let's go get what you need for the next couple days," said Brittany. "Books and a few changes of clothing. The essentials. We'll U-Haul Monday or Tuesday. Sound good?"
"Oh yeah," said Carla. "I hope you don't have any urgent projects because I want to spend the weekend in bed with you. Naked."
They had forgotten about the peeping Tom during the lovemaking. When they were departing for Carla's place, Brit was reminded of the loser and made a call to the campus police.
"It's not clear that he was a student," she told the officer, a woman. "He had a scraggly haircut and really sketchy facial hair."
"We've had other incidents of stalkers and peeping Toms recently," the officer said. "No matter the outcome of the investigations, we'll be in touch with you. But you might be able to assist us by making a statement. Are you willing to do so?"
"Hell yes," said Brit. "No one should have to go through that shit," said Brit. "Tell me when and where."
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