Page 3 of Sapphic Stuff

Now she had just her imagination as muffled moans and slurps came from the other bed. Thinking about Shannon’s naked body and the two girls touching each other just a few feet away made Erin wriggle under her sheets. She tried to stay quiet but couldn’t help sliding her fingers down to her heated pussy and stroking the folds. It wasn’t as if Shannon and her mystery girl would notice—the smell of aroused pussy was already in the air, and her own was pulsing, desperate with need.

Erin was starting to believe that maybe she really was a lesbian… or at least bisexual with the way her dreams and arousals went. Although she’d met a few guys who’d seemed interested, Erin hadn’t been so interested in any of them. Most of her fantasies revolved around her roommate.

She pushed her fingers into her pussy and listened to the moans and wet sounds coming from the other bed. Erin wished she could see what was going on. Her mind filled with what she thought it might look like.

“Oh eat me. Lick my pussy, you little bitch…”

Erin was shocked out of her reverie by Shannon’s voice, berating the other girl.

“Fucking lick it, you little slut, oh yes… right there… such a good little whore…”

Erin had never heard Shannon talk like that. It was so dirty and raw, and she felt a flush heat within her as she thought about Shannon calling her a little bitch, slut, whore… For some reason, it really turned her on. She could picture herself in that other girl’s place, between Shannon’s legs and licking her wet pussy. Erin’s tongue pushed out between her teeth almost as though it could taste pussy in the air.

As Shannon continued to talk dirty, there were muffled moans and movements. This was definitely not the back-and-forth sort of attention she’d always imagined. Erin had heard about things like BDSM in the past month—maybe this was what it was like. Shannon showed herself to be the dominant person. It was all the other girl pleasuring her, and Shannon’s verbal abuse of the girl never let up, but the licking and sucking sounds got more frantic as it continued.

Erin’s fingers moved in conjunction with what went on in the next bed, and her pussy started to quiver with anticipation of her orgasm.

She came at almost the same time Shannon did. Hearing the loud moans and orgasmic cries of her roommate, Erin allowed herself to come. The girls next to her wouldn’t notice as they were caught up in their own activities. As her breathing slowed, she quietly curled up, pulling her hand from her aching wet pussy and wondering what would happen next.

There was some shifting under Shannon’s sheets, and then the other girl started moaning—short, staccato moans as though something were pummeling her.

“That’s it, little bitch. Come for me, come on my fingers, you slut…” There was a muffled shriek from Shannon’s lover that made Erin jerk, but Shannon didn’t say anything, so she didn’t know what had happened. “You’re going to come all over my fingers when I tell you to. You like my fingers up your slutty pussy, don’t you? Okay, little whore… come, come now.”

Her voice got loud and demanding on the last word, and Erin quieted a gasp as her pussy surged in response. She didn’t come, of course, but if she’d had her fingers in her pussy, she would have.

It was all over quickly as the other girl shook and thrashed, moaning loudly as she came. Things soon quieted down as the girls arranged themselves. Erin watched, wide-eyed from her own bed, even though there was nothing to see. For quite a while she stayed up, waiting, hoping… but nothing more. Slowly, she drifted off, the smell of cum still filling her nose.

That night her hazy dreams were filled with demands, orders, and Shannon. Confused dreams where she was used by Shannon, following her orders, doing the things she told her to… Several times in the middle of the night she woke up with her pussy throbbing. What would it be like to be on the receiving end of Shannon’s fingers? What would it be like to have her own face and mouth buried in Shannon’s muff?

She was also shaken. She couldn’t possibly be thinking about all these things and not be a lesbian, could she? Wondering what the people back home would think, what her parents would think, made Erin feel cold inside. It was one thing to have the rumors going around, but to actually have it confirmed? Surely, people had just said it and not really believed it.

Erin decided she would not think about Shannon anymore. At least not in that way. She had to try.

But as she drifted off to sleep, her dreams turned back to Shannon, sex, and pussy… and the next morning when she woke up, and the other girl wasn’t in Shannon’s bed, Erin couldn’t help but be rather pleased.

Chapter 3

Shannon never found out Erin heard her having sex that night. The girls name, it turned out, was Christie. The two had woken up drunk the next morning, and Shannon said she remembered having sex with Christie, but not where or when. Erin hadn’t said anything and didn’t want to ask, so it went unsaid. For the most part, Shannon seemed to have assumed Erin hadn’t been there.

During the next couple weeks, Erin decided to get to know some of the guys around the campus, talking to them and even going out on a couple dates. Still, when they kissed her goodnight, she found herself wondering what it would be like to kiss a girl, and when they touched her, she thought about Shannon’s hands and soft skin. Erin was becoming obsessed with her roommate… and that didn’t seem like such a good idea.

She tried to concentrate on guys and ended up giving her first blowjob—which she didn’t like so much. It didn’t smell bad or gross her out, she just wasn’t really into it. And when she was eaten out for the first time, Erin came, but it was while she thought about Shannon and Christie, with Shannon’s demands echoing her in head.

Eat my pussy, you little bitch...

Erin started looking up free porn online. She was turned on by the pictures, but she wanted to see what it actually looked like—how they did it, how they sounded... but most of it was behind a paywall or on a site she was afraid to go to. Instead, Erin just masturbated to some of the pictures she found, although her fantasies always ended up back at Shannon.

One day when she was all alone in their dorm, she got bored with the internet porn and wondered what Shannon might have. Shannon was not as innocent as Erin was. Surely she would have a dirty magazine or raunchy book or maybe even a porn stash somewhere. Opening Shannon’s closet she stood on her tiptoes and reached up to the top shelf above the rack. It was pretty bare, but she reached up anyway and toward the back of the closet, she felt something thin and square. Her heart beat faster as she grabbed it and pulled it off the shelf. An unmarked disc. Whatever the label had been, only a few traces remained. Curious, and a little hesitant, she put it into her computer’s disc drive and gasped when it started to play.

She’d hit the jackpot–girl-on-girl porn. The two girls on the screen licked and sucked at each other’s breasts, pinching on the nipples. Erin lowered her hand to her pussy and watched as they turned into a sixty-nine position and began to eat each other out, and the camera zoomed in on their tongues in each other’s pussies.

Now she had a real visual for what it had looked like when Shannon had been getting eaten out. Her fingers got faster and faster on her clit as her other hand reached up to pinch her nipples. She moaned and couldn’t take her eyes off the screen. One of the girls had begun pushing her fingers into the other girl’s pussy, pressing her fingers in and out of that tight hole.

Erin shook as she came, gasping—she had no idea an orgasm could feel like that. As she came down from her pleasure-high, she realized she was standing in the middle of the room with one hand down her pants and the other up her shirt, lesbian porn blazing on the tv and the door wasn’t even locked. Shannon could get in either way, but still. Hastily, she removed the video from her computer and put it back where it belonged then went down the hall to the bathroom to wash her hands.

Before turning on the water, though, she looked at her fingers, glistening with juices, and wondered what it tasted like. Hesitantly, she brought them to her lips, and her tongue flicked out, gathering some of her juices on its tip. Sweetish... musky... not unpleasant, although it was certainly a little strange. She licked more of it, wondering if all pussies tasted the same.

The bathroom door started to open, and Erin jumped, pulling her fingers away from her mouth and shoving them under the faucet. Shannon came around the corner, wrapped in a towel and heading for the showers.