Page 4 of Sapphic Stuff

“Hey Erin!” she said cheerfully as she passed.

Erin smiled, trying to slow her madly beating heart, “Hey.”

* * *

Within a few weeks, Erin was masturbating almost daily to the porn video. She’d become addicted. She always made sure to do it when Shannon had classes, that way she could watch uninterrupted and take the time afterward to lick the juices from her fingers.

There had been no more dates with boys—she just hadn’t been that interested. Maybe Erin was a lesbian, but she found she didn’t feel as uncomfortable about that as she had before. Instead, she just enjoyed her daily sessions in front of the tv, wondering about Shannon and Christie and thinking back on the night they’d had sex in her room.

One day she’d felt ill all morning and, since she wasn’t feeling any better at all by the third class of the day, Erin decided to go back to her room. Even though she wasn’t feeling well, she was still horny, and Shannon had class right then, so maybe Erin could go back and rest and get herself off. She felt slightly more chipper and, although her throat still hurt, she headed off toward her room.

It was her habit to turn the knob before putting in the key, only this time the door unexpectedly opened, and Erin stumbled into the room.

There was Shannon, standing in the middle of the room, staring at her with open shock. Between Shannon’s spread legs was Christie, on her knees, eating Shannon out, seemingly unaware they’d been intruded on. Shannon’s hands were entwined in the other girl’s hair, pulling her deep into her pussy. Erin’s brain registered her naked roommate, her roommate’s naked girlfriend, and the incredibly erotic position they were in.

Erin gulped and opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She and Shannon stared at each other for a moment longer, and then Shannon’s body jerked, and she gasped. She was having an orgasm while Erin stood there watching.

Erin fled, not knowing what else to do.

She spent the rest of the day at the library, staring at the inside of a book without actually seeing it. Pages flipped, but all she could see was Shannon standing there getting eaten out by Christie.

It had been so much more beautiful and erotic than the porn or the online pictures. There was also the intense desire to go back there, kick Christie out and take her spot between Shannon’s legs.

Erin glanced around, but the library was almost empty, and she was alone in her section.

She slid her hand into her pants and rubbed furiously as she pictured herself with Shannon. She gasped and came hard. With another furtive glance, she pulled her hand from her pussy and sucked the juices off of it.

That night when she went back to the room, no one was there. Disappointed and relieved at the same time, she crawled into bed.

Chapter 4

For the next few weeks, Shannon and Erin could barely talk to each other—not because either was angry about Erin walking in on Shannon and Christie, but because they were both so embarrassed. All the conversations were stilted and overly polite, as if neither was sure how to address the other. For Erin’s part, though, hidden under the excess of manners, she still burned with curiosity and desires she didn’t understand.

Christie hadn’t been back to the room since, and Erin didn’t know whether that was to make sure there would be no repeat event or because Shannon and Christie were through. Deep down, Erin hoped for the latter, although with the current state of things, she couldn’t really ask. It might seem as if she were making a judgement, and she didn’t want Shannon to feel like she was judging her. Things were already uncomfortable as it was.

The repercussions had been so embarrassing that Erin found it hard to masturbate secretly to Shannon’s videos. What if the same thing happened, and Shannon came in to find her doing that? Who knew what that might do to their already somewhat-strained relationship?

After a while, though, Erin started to relax. As time went on, her curiosity and horniness overcame the fear of being caught. Shannon probably wouldn’t be skipping classes anytime soon anyway; she had been the one to suffer the most from the embarrassment, after all. Chances were, Shannon had learned her lesson the most thoroughly.

So, Erin started watching the porn again, masturbating to the memories. Christie buried in Shannon’s pussy, completely oblivious to their surroundings as she licked furiously between Shannon’s thighs. The way Shannon’s breasts had been heaving below her flushed face, her hands entwined in Christie’s hair for extra support. Erin’s fingers thrummed faster on her clit as she pictured herself in Christie’s place, licking at Shannon’s slit, hearing Shannon moan for her. As the picture on the screen changed, the scenario in her head changed with it.

Now she was flat on her back with Shannon kneeling over her, the other girl’s fingers deep in her pussy and pounding her hard. Erin’s back arched as she invaded her pussy with her own fingers, imagining they were Shannon’s, rough and questing inside her. With a lusty moan she came, her pussy clenching down as she thrashed on the bed, almost feeling Shannon kneeling between her thighs.

Panting, she decided this was her best fantasy yet. Although walking in on Shannon and Christie like that had been extremely embarrassing, it definitely had some benefits in the way of opening Erin’s eyes to more possibilities. Before this, she could only imagine what Shannon looked like when she was having sex: now she knew.

Erin glanced at the clock and saw she would be late for her next class—one she couldn’t afford to miss. She jumped out of bed and stuck her fingers in her mouth, sucking the juices off quickly as she grabbed her things and threw them into her school bag. She rushed to the door and quickly closed and locked it then ran down the hall. It never occurred to her that the video would just keep playing or that Shannon would be back in the room before she would.

* * *

Erin whistled cheerfully when she came back into the room, feeling much less awkward than she had before. Shannon was sitting on her bed with her back turned and her head bent down as though she were reading something. Erin closed the door and dropped her bag and went over to undress and grab her robe. She’d gone to Pilates after her World History class and she needed a shower.

“Were you watching this?” Shannon turned to her and held out a familiar-looking disc.

Erin froze, her shirt off and hanging in her hand, and stood in nothing but her sports bra and panties. She tried to say something, issue some kind of denial, but her voice wasn’t working. Instead, she stood there with an expression of obvious guilt on her face.

Shannon stood up and walked toward her. Erin took a step back nervously and then stood her ground as her roommate got closer and closer. Shannon didn’t look mad… so what was going on?

When Shannon was only a few inches away from her, she paused, and scrutinized Erin’s face as if checking to see if she was lying. Erin gulped, but stayed still, and didn’t so much as blink. They stood there for a few moments and then Shannon leaned forward. Erin’s breath caught in her throat as Shannon’s lips came down on hers.