THE DORM ROOM

By Sylvia

In her room, Kristen was wide awake. She tormented herself with the image of her friends calling her dyke, but she couldn't ignore the beautiful body of her nude roommate lying next to her. She was wondering what it would be like to sleep next to Heather every night, to hold her and wake up next to her. To make love to her.

At the same time, she wondered if this was normal. Was she a lesbian? Before this, her first term at college, she could not recall ever being attracted to another woman. Tonight they had watched movies and drank too much vodka, and Heather had ended up sleeping in her bed. Now Kristen couldn't seem to take her mind off the beautiful redhead.

Slipping her legs off the bed and getting softly to her feet, Kristen went to change out of the clothes she had fallen asleep in. Heather stirred, but did not wake. Kristen went to the dresser and took off her shirt. She reached down and unhooked her bra. She paused for a moment, then cupped and fondled her breasts, running her fingertips over their sensitive pink nipples. She sighed with pleasure.

Her fingers ran down her sides, and she slipped off her jeans. Her cotton panties were more than a little damp. She realized she was pretty horny with some surprise. She stood there for a moment, nearly nude in the dark room, and then moved to the full length mirror on the far wall. She turned on the small table lamp, and looked at herself.

She glanced at her wavy, blonde hair, flowing down past her shoulders. Her gaze traveled lower, and she stared for a moment at her firm, round breasts. She admired her shapely waist and hips, and her long sexy legs. She posed in front of the mirror, putting one leg forward and pointing her toes.

Kristen wasn't conceited about her appearance, but she knew that many people considered her attractive. She had heard enough guys' comments since high school to feel it must be true to some extent.

She turned and looked at Heather sleeping. She took two steps forward, until she was at the bedside. She reached down and placed he hand on her friend's smooth thigh. A little thrill of excitement ran through her body as she gently squeezed her roommate's leg. Heather was beautiful, with long, red hair and deep blue eyes. Kristen had always thought Heather should have no problem getting dates, but she rarely went out. She had a very bad image of men in general, from past experiences.

Heather was wearing a man's tank undershirt and satin boxer shorts. She lay on her side, with one long leg out, over the covers. She was wearing pink fuzzy socks. Kristen could clearly see Heather's feminine curves, even in the semi-dark room. Her fingers began to trace over her friend's body, toward the two round lumps in the sheets that corresponded to Heather's no-doubt luscious breasts.

She abruptly stopped herself. What was she doing? If Heather woke and discovered her roommate's hand on her boobs, she would most likely have the Residence Coordinator throw her out of the dorm. Even worse, she could charge Kristen with sexual assault.

She sighed. She had no idea if Heather liked girls, and she didn't have the nerve to wake her up and ask her. Kristen was still feeling the effects of the alcohol she had drank, and was now very horny. She slowly moved away from the bed and back toward the mirror. She watched her reflection as her hands lowered and began to gently massage the area around her labia, causing lightning bolts of desire to course through her body. She wanted an orgasm badly: maybe it would relieve some of the strange desires she was feeling.

Her breath was quickening as she began to masturbate and fantasize. She imagined her naked body atop the redheaded girl, kissing her square on the lips. She could almost feel Heather's hands squeezing her ass as their long legs intertwined. In reality, her fingertips teased her clit, as, in her fantasy, Heather knelt before her and moved her tongue across Kristen's aching pussy.

Her desire to cum becoming nearly unbearable, Kristen plunged two fingers inside herself and began to move them in an in-and-out motion. She could feel hot wetness coat her hand as her legs became shaky and weak.

Kristen stepped back further, not wanting to wake Heather. She had long ago learned how to stay almost completely silent while masturbating - a skill that not many women possessed, but one that definitely came in handy. Still, she did not want to risk anything right then. One noise and she would be caught leering at her friend while doing herself like some pervert.

She tried to switch her fantasies away from Heather and onto guys, perhaps the man she had slept with a few weeks ago, but another fantasy image of her sexy - and very female - roommate popped into her mind. She pictured a nude Heather atop her, with both her hands exploring Kristen's large breasts.

Kristen realized she was getting very close to cumming. What should she do? She decided to watch her orgasm in the floor-length mirror. She had been doing this for the past few weeks, and had gotten rather good at staying on her feet when her climax took her. Now, as her pleasure built to almost unbearable levels, she rubbed her soaked fingers even faster over her needy clit. As the fantastic orgasmic contractions began deep inside her she rose onto tiptoe, straining to keep her knees from buckling. Her eyelids fluttered and almost closed altogether, willpower alone keeping them open enough to watch her flushed, sexy body experiencing the most fantastic, intense orgasm of its young life.

After what seemed like a full minute of pure pleasure, Kristen found herself leaning against the wall, struggling to keep from collapsing to the floor. She hoped she hadn't moaned during her climax; she couldn't remember if she had been able to stay silent. After a few moments of gathering herself together, she took a tentative step toward the bed. She felt very unsteady, and had to place each foot carefully in front of the other. It had been a long time since an orgasm had this kind of effect on me, she thought.

The inside of her legs were still glistening with girl-cum, but she didn't care. Wonderful afterglow had her in its embrace, and she could scarcely make it to her roommate's side. She sat on the bed, still naked except for her drenched panties, and pulled the covers over herself.

Kristen draped her arm over Heather's sleeping body, and cuddled against her roommate. She sighed once, realizing she was deeply in love. But how could she ever let Heather know about these strong bisexual feelings?

As she drifted into peaceful sleep she knew she would have to find a way.

(TO BE CONTINUED)