I’d heard about the parties at Jeni’s. Everyone had. It was a small liberal arts college, and six foot tall plus blonde lesbians were not exactly falling out of the trees. Everyone seemed to know who she was and that she was “that” way, both she and her nearly equally tall and beautiful roommate, Veronique.
Veronique had also been pregnant in their freshman year, which caused even more talk and suspicion, but neither girl seemed to be bothered by being the subject of gossip and innuendo. They were from well-off families and were at the college to have as much fun as was humanly possible while getting their degrees. Well, Jeni was. Veronique didn’t come back after that first year.
No one knew how exactly you came to be invited to one of Jeni’s parties. Not everyone wanted to be, of course. There was no drinking, for one thing, and no drugs. And no men. Ever. I’m not gay or anything, but I still wondered what went on there. There was a girl in my hall who was rumored to have been to one. I didn’t know her well, but she seemed glassy-eyed and semi-dazed the day after. And such smiles she had.
So, there I was in the student union, not bothering anybody, not looking to be invited to a party or anything, when this girl sat down next to me and said hello brightly. She was alright, kind of pretty, I guess; I wasn’t really much of a judge or anything. She knew me though, from some lecture we shared. At first, we just drank coffee and did homework and all. She kept looking at me every couple of minutes, like she was trying to bring something up, and, of course, she was.
“Want to go to a party?” she finally asked.
“Sure,” I told her. I liked parties. I was a party girl. I hadn’t gone to college to become a nun. And I hadn’t had a boyfriend since the end of summer.
“It’s not a regular kind of party,” she went on. “It’s a Jeni party.”
I looked at her. What, did she think I was queer?
She smiled, nervously and shyly. “I know what you’re thinking—you’re not that way. I’m not that way either. I love guys.” She seemed to think it was important that I believed her and that she liked guys.
She paused, like she was waiting for me to tell her I loved guys too or something.
She sat back, kind of slouched over and all, like, you know, she didn’t want to admit what she was admitting, even to herself. “But, I mean,” she breathed, “haven’t you ever wondered? College is all about curiosity.”
I shook my head. “I’m not that curious.”
She seemed really disappointed. “I’ve never, ever,” she went on. “But I got invited and I was told I could ask a friend. But, how do you ask a friend to that kind of party.?” She laughed, but it was hollow and embarrassed. “I just asked the cutest girl I know instead.”
“Oh, wow,” I answered. “That is like such a nice thing to say.” It was. I didn’t think I was all that cute. I am tallish and rangy, with only slight curves. I have nice hair though. I call it calico, because it is no one color. Some red, some blonde, some brown.
“Come with me,” she pleaded, leaning forward and taking my hand in hers. “You don’t have to do anything. Just come, please? I don’t know if I will ever ever get invited again.”
I was about to tell her that I didn’t even know her, but I stopped myself. That was a good thing, not a bad one, in this case. A free pass to a wild lesbian party. No commitment, no ties, just… well, I could just watch, couldn’t I? I might be at least that curious. I mean, I had seen lesbian porno and all. Did real women act like that? Suddenly, going to this party seemed like fun. Wild and carefree and so what if it got around? I’d be more exotic, wouldn’t I? Besides, everyone does it once, right? And I didn’t even have to do anything. No one could make me.
I looked into her eyes as I squeezed her fingers. “Okay. But I probably won’t do anything but have a look.”
I was afraid she going to whoop, but she caught herself and just smiled big time. “Oh, thank you, Kelly. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Here’s the address.” She scrawled something on my rhetoric notes. “I’ll meet you out front at 8:00 on Friday.”
She scooped up her books and sashayed off, her hips swinging like she was in heat. It wasn’t until she was gone that I remembered I didn’t know her name.
Friday came finally. I am afraid I was more excited about it than I wanted to admit. I did the happy hour thing at one of the bars downtown in the afternoon, but I didn’t drink a lot. I went home to the dorm about six, showered and got ready for the party at Jeni’s. Shaved my legs and elsewhere a bit, did my hair, tried on all the clothes in my closet and finally settled on a short skirt that showed off my long legs and a loose top that hid that I wasn’t too well endowed but hinted at the idea I at least had breasts. Finally satisfied, I walked the six or seven blocks from my dorm to Jeni’s off-campus apartment. I checked my watch when I got to the front of the building. I was a little late, but my mystery friend was not out front waiting. Surely she had not gone inside without me. She was as nervous about this whole thing as I was. She was just late. Only a couple of minutes. Then like 15 minutes. A couple of girls passed me and went on in. They didn’t look at me. Finally, after standing outside for half an hour, I decided mystery friend had gone in without me, and I climbed the stairs and approached the door of Jeni’s apartment.
Apartment is what I expected, but it was actually the penthouse of the old converted building. The whole top floor. For a girl living in a dorm room barely 12 by 12, it was huge. Heck, it was huge for my mother’s house.
When I knocked, the door was opened by a tall blonde girl wearing nothing but a shawl tied around her hips. She smiled and invited me on in. The infamous Jeni. For a well-known lesbian, she looked really young. She didn’t seem to be the least bit concerned that she was only wearing a shawl around her hips either, or to be opening the door that way. Maybe she always came to the door like that. God, she was confident. She led me in, chatting casually and easily, telling me where to drop my coat, where the refreshments were, the bathrooms. Then she was off, chatting with some other girl. I scanned the place for mystery friend, but she was nowhere to be seen. I could not believe that she had stood me up.
I wandered around, got something to drink and had some food. There was not a lot of sex or anything going on for a lesbian orgy. Two girls were kind of making out on the couch, but they had their clothes on. There was one of those soft-focus DVDs on the TV, the kind where the actresses actually have their own breasts and do a lot of bumping into each other to music with a lot of bass. Not the kind where you see everything.
I moved out onto the balcony. It had a wonderful view of the campus and part of downtown. I was a little cold in the fall air, but I liked being cold more than the idea of going back in there to get my coat. I was thinking I could spend a few more minutes there, then just go, and not seem too impolite or anything. While I was out on the balcony, two girls came out too. They were breathless and laughing. I thought the black-haired one, with the pony-tail was quite pretty. I thought it was funny that I was thinking of other girls that way, just because of where I was. The other one dug a ciggie out of her pocket and offered one to me when she noticed I was standing there too. “No smoking in the apartment,” she explained as she lit up. They stood close together and kind of pawed each other.
Their attentions to one another got more intense, and the one girl’s cigarette was left to burn in the ashtray there as they made out. As I watched, they began kissing deeply, and the one girl with her hair pulled back in a ponytail slipped her hand into the other’s blouse, fondling her as their legs entwined and they rubbed their bodies together. The pony-tailed one caught my eye over the shoulder of her girlfriend and winked. They didn’t much care I was there, but they weren’t making any moves on me either, which I appreciated. Her smoking friend had begun to unbutton the pony-tailed one’s blouse, and I was treated to the sight of the black-haired girl’s right breast before smoking girl lowered her lips to the nipple. Feeling like a voyeur, I moved back into the big, sprawling great room.
Jeni was smiling across the room. Unlike a lot of really tall girls, she stood up very straight, and her breasts swelled from her chest dramatically. Great breasts too. Round and full, they were capped with pale areolea from which her nipples stood up more darkly. Obviously, nudity was no big deal with her. Rumor was that her mother was famous and gorgeous and had been in Playboy and in some movies. Rumor was that Jeni was the bastard daughter of a famous rock star. Rumor was that she was insatiable. Rumor was that she liked doing straight girls. Well, I was a straight girl. Not that I wanted Jeni to do me. But she sure was pretty. She dropped to sit on the floor, the shawl parting to show off her long legs.
They were getting ready to play spin the bottle, if you can believe that. I stood at the edge of their circle of about five girls, and just watched. I was still going to leave before long. Just staying long enough to be polite. A girl spun, small and strawberry blonde in a super tight top that hugged her full breasts. The bottle stopped at an attractive blonde in jeans, who knelt with her legs apart. The redhead crawled to her, brushed her lips shyly across the other girl’s and moved quickly back to her spot. It was so innocent seeming. The blonde girl smiled, spun the bottle and sat back on her heels. It stopped at Jeni. The girls clapped, like they knew the game had really started now.
Jeni moved forward, crawling forward upright on her knees, making the other move to meet her. No dry brushing of lips this time. Jeni wrapped the other blonde up in her arms, crushing her bare breasts to the other girl’s through her blouse, leaning in, opening her lips and meeting the other girl. I found myself gasping audibly as the kiss deepened, and, before I knew it, I was rubbing my thighs together. It was the sexiest kiss I had ever seen. Jeni drew it out as she opened the girl’s blouse, pushing it off her shoulders and baring her breasts before pressing her own back on top of them. This other girl was really pretty too, with a lush figure and bright brown eyes.
“Gawd, Jeni,” the girl said as they finally broke apart, “you make me so fucking wet.” She kind of collapsed back into her place, her nipples pointing out from her full breasts. Jeni’s nipples were standing up too, I saw.
The girls in the circle clapped again, and one said she was wet from it too, and they all laughed. The couple from outside had come in and found places among the others.
Jeni smiled and tossed back her long blonde hair, which made her breasts sway. Bending, she twisted the bottle and sat back on her thighs, waiting for it to stop. The other players all seemed to catch their breath, each hoping it would fall to her, each wanting a kiss like the one Jeni had given the now topless girl in jeans. I wondered who would get lucky, smiling as I caught myself thinking that way and deciding I wanted to see Jeni kiss the curvy brunette to her left. Maybe she’d take off her top, and we’d all get to see her boobs too. They looked really big, and I was curious.
Then it was silent, and I looked down to see the bottle pointing between two girls in the circle on either side of me. Between them. Pointing at me. Jeni rose from her knees and started toward me. I protested that I hadn’t even been playing. I took a step back. Jeni gently took my hand and led me into the circle. “Just a kiss,” she murmured softly.
Just a kiss. Just a kiss?
Even barefoot, Jeni was three or four inches taller than I was in my heels. Her soft hands fluttered to my face, cupping me softly, lifting my chin, leaning in to me. I felt her hair falling on my skin. Her lips were soft on my own. With a little flick on her tongue, she opened them gently. Lord, I was kissing a girl! She was gentle and soft, but insistent and urgent too. Her hands left my face as I opened my mouth to her. Gliding her arms around my waist, she pulled me closer, and those naked breasts fell on top of mine, pressing against me. Oh, they felt so nice. Her hands dropped, cupping my bottom and she wriggled her hips and touched me intimately. We kissed, and her fingers inched up my short skirt. I broke the kiss to tell her no, not to.
Before I could, she growled and laughed, “Panties,” and caught my lower lip with her teeth, smiling fiendishly but so prettily before kissing me again. Fingers, not Jeni’s, reached under the hem of my skirt where it wasn’t lifted and tugged at my underwear. I released my hold on Jeni to stop them, but she caught my hands, interlacing her fingers with mine and kissing me again, letting it go on and on as she rolled her shoulders to drag her breasts over my chest. My panties slipped down, dragged off by insistent fingers. I stepped out of them as they fell to my feet. I mean, the other girl was left topless. I had only lost my panties. I still had on my blouse and my skirt.
“She’s wet!” one of the girls announced, lifting my panties to her face. Jeni released me, stepping back and taking her place in the circle. She was smiling. The girl with my panties tossed them to someone else. Fine. Get off sniffing my panties. I was wet though. Really wet. From a kiss by a girl.
“It’s your turn…” Jeni said, still smiling at me, but also asking my name again.
“Kelly,” I told her and smiled back. I saw how the game was played now. Leaning forward, I reached for the bottle and gave it a twist. I kept my eyes on Jeni as she watched the bottle. When it stopped, I followed her eyes to the girl it pointed to. She was not really pretty and had a poor complexion, but I was only going to kiss her. We met in the middle of the circle, and, as our lips touched, I reached for the hem of her tee and pulled it up. There was applause for me. The girl just raised her arms and broke the kiss just long enough for me to lift it free of her face, and then she attacked me with her mouth again. We rubbed our boobs together, hers now covered by just her bra, mine still covered by my blouse but bare underneath it.
I moved back to my place, the place made for me between the girls I had been standing behind earlier. I knelt, boldly letting my thighs part, knowing, maybe hoping, someone might see my naked pussy under my skirt. Girls kissed, clothing fell away. Breasts were bared and every one of us hoped the bottle would land on Jeni. We loved seeing her kiss the other girls, but we each wanted to be the one she kissed. The curvy brunette won applause when she untied Jeni’s shawl as Jeni took off her bra. That girl’s boobs were bigger than Jeni’s and her areolea were large and brown. I didn’t find them attractive, even though I’d wanted to see them before she took her bra off. My eyes shifted to Jeni, who was now nude. Her bottom was nice and round, more so than my little one, and she was blonde between her legs too. Not a lot of hair there, but some. I shook my head to force my eyes off of her. I felt drunk, even though I hadn’t had a drink in hours.
Jeni spun the bottle again, and once more it stopped before me. I stood up, still dressed, while all the other girls were at least semi-nude and moved toward Jeni. I took a deep breath, afraid of being naked in front of these girls. I opened my arms and closed my eyes, trying to be brave, wanting her to kiss me again and make me wetter. She moved into my arms, but it was not her lips that touched mine. Arching her back, up on her toes, she lifted her chest and touched a nipple to my mouth. I gasped as her hands cradled my head, pulling my mouth lower and closer. I moaned, then flushed as I heard myself. Her nipple stiffened under my lips and on my tongue as my mouth molded around her breast. I know how I like my nipples kissed, and I did to her what I love. Jeni, moaned too, not shyly, but happily and with excitement at my touch. That was so cool, I though. I was making a woman moan. What fun.
Gingerly, Jeni lifted my lips from her left breast and moved them to her right nipple. I tongued and kissed her there too, eagerly, enjoying the sensation of having her nipple grow in my mouth. The soft hug of my arms intensified, and my fingers began to knead the round, plump, softness of her bottom. Jeni pressed her hips toward me, rolling them as she once more ground her sex to the lower curve of my tummy. Her bottom was wonderful to touch. I rolled my fingers into her skin, loving the way her flesh moved under my ardent caress.
Some of the other girls began to tease us that it was time to stop, but I didn’t want it to. That heady feeling I had before was stronger, almost like I was dizzy, but I didn’t want it to end. Jeni pressed her breast to my lips firmly, and I flattered myself that she liked what I was doing. She pressed forward, her weigh bearing us down. I let her lower me to the floor, not letting go of her nipple as we slipped from our feet to our knees and further until I was on my back. I lay under her, knowing my skirt was bunching up around my hips as Jeni bore down on me, but I didn’t care. My thighs parted and Jeni glided between them, holding herself up on her arms as I continued to make love to her breasts.
Suddenly, I heard a sharp clap. “Enough, already,” someone said. Jeni laughed and lifted her breasts away from me. The tall brunette with the big areolea had smacked Jeni’s bottom to break us up. “Truth or Dare time,” she said.
Jeni lifted from between my open thighs and sat back beside me, cross-egged, reaching to lift her fair hair from her out of her face and took several deep breaths. “Okay,” she said. “Truth or Dare.”
I lay there on my back, my skirt up around my waist and my aroused sex on obvious display to all the girls if they wanted to look. I caught my own breath and struggled up to sit too, cross-legged like Jeni, knowing I was still showing off my pussy and kind of liking that I was showing off like that . Like Jeni. She caught my hand in hers, leaned over and whispered something in my ear, then turned to the circle. “Who goes first?”
I could barely pay attention to the idea of a new game. Jeni had so aroused me with the way she had given me her breasts to love, I could barely stand it. And then that whisper as she sat back again, “I want you.”. Jeni wanted me. Oh, god, what now?
The brown-haired, big breasted girl volunteered to go first, as she had suggested the game change. “Kelly,” she asked, “Truth or Dare.”
Me? Oh, why? I had just gone. “Truth,” I murmured, barely able to speak.
The girls all growled with disappointment. They wanted dares. Dirty ones. Nasty ones.
“Okay, Kelly,” the girl said, thinking of her question. I was sure she already had a dare in mind. “If you could do any famous woman, who would you be with?”
I had never thought of being with a woman. Not really. Oh, sure, there were actresses and singers I thought were pretty, but I had not had sex fantasies about any of them. I didn’t know how to answer. “Um, I guess, Heather Graham.”
There were howls of delight and disagreement. The girl who asked the question rolled her eyes, and it made me wonder what I was supposed to have said. “Your turn to ask then,” she said.
I looked around the circle, not sure what to do. The strawberry blonde who had been the first to kiss in Spin the Bottle was, I thought, one of the cutest girls, besides Jeni. I looked at her and asked if she wanted a truth or a dare. Her blouse was off, and her round breasts swelled under a too tight bra.
“I’m Heather. Not that one.” She laughed at her own joke. No one else did. “Dare,” she selected smugly. The girls in the circle all clapped happily. Ugh. What was I going to do now? “Um,” I hesitated, then decided to be bold. “Take off your bra.”
There were some groans, but most of them seemed to think it was an okay dare. Heather reached behind her and unhooked it, then shrugged her shoulders and let the cups slip from her full breasts, the straps gliding down her arms as she shook herself free of it. Oh, she had lovely breasts too. There were red lines where you could see its outline where it had dug in to her skin. I licked my lips, then caught myself doing it and flushed, but I don’t think anyone noticed as they were all looking at her. She arched her back, grinning and preening for her audience. Heather loved showing off.
“Okay,” she said, sitting back again, “my turn.” She grinned and looked around the circle for the girl she would ask.
A lot of really silly questions followed when a girl would pick truth always bringing a chorus of groans because she hadn’t accepted a dare. The dares were tame enough to start, like mine had been. I realized that I was probably not the only shy one there. Most of the girls lost more articles of clothing for their dares as the game went on. The pony-tailed girl got dared to prove she shaved her pubic hair. Finally, the girl I had kissed after Jeni gave a dare to the pretty blonde in no longer in jeans to kiss the bottom of one of the others of us.
The blonde girl smiled, pointed to me and smiled. I flushed again. Jeni let go of my hand—we had been holding hands all this time—and nodded for me to get up on my knees. As I turned over, I felt her lift my skirt up to reveal my ass. I rested my head on my crossed hands on the floor, my bottom high in the air, exposed to the looks of all the other girls. The dared girl came to me on her hands and knees. I felt her breath on my skin, then her lips on my ass, kissing me there. I was sure that was all that would happen. Then her tongue shot out and swept between my cheeks. I felt a shiver and arched my back, unconsciously pushing my ass to her mouth. Her hands caught my hips and she pulled her face between my cheeks, licking between them, then down, then… there. I cried out, surprised and turned on too. No one had ever done that to me. It was kind of dirty and it felt really good too. I rolled my hips to show everyone that I liked it.
Too soon, she stopped, her dare done, and she moved back to her place. I rolled over again, settling back next to Jeni. She took my hand again.
The dares got more risqué after that, with more sexual overtones to them all. I was dared to take off my skirt and then my blouse, and I did, finally, doing a little dance for them because that was what I had been dared to do. They had all seem my pussy by then, but I was a little shy about exposing my breasts. I looked at Jeni as I slipped out of my top, wanting her approval, wanting her to think I was pretty. I wanted her to still want me after she saw me naked. Finally, I stood nude in front of all of them, my small breasts swelling away from my chest, their nipples standing up with excitement.
Jeni smiled as I sat next to her again, sliding her arm around my naked waist. Her bare hip nestled next to mine and it felt so thrilling to feel her skin on my own. I looked around the circle and noted that similar pairings off were seeming to form. Then the girl with the large brown areolea asked Jeni a truth of dare. She surprised us all by taking truth.
“How many dicks, Jeni??
Jeni laughed. “Oh, you all know that one. Three.” She seemed to act like the other girls knew exactly what she was talking about.
While the other girls were still groaning at the tameness of her answer by taking a truth, she shifted slightly next to me, her full naked breast scoring lightly across my bare arm.
“My turn,” she said quietly. “And I dare Kelly to let me take her into my room and do her.”
There was silence.
She hadn’t given me the choice of a truth. The dare hung in the air while everyone waited for me to answer.
I swallowed. “Okay.”
Jeni gracefully rose to her feet and helped me to get up too. I hadn’t taken off my heels, and it felt very sexy to be standing in a group of semi-nude young women wearing nothing at all but shoes, while the most beautiful girl ever was standing next to me, her fingers laced between mine. Then she led me off, letting me trail slightly behind her as the girls in the circle hooted and clapped.
Her bedroom was huge, as befitted the rest of the penthouse. Dominating it was the biggest bed I had ever seen. The door closed and I was in her arms, feeling her body touching mine with nothing between us for the first time. Our lips met, and she kissed me again with that soul possessing presence that I felt with a surging twinge between my legs. We embraced, kissing, at the edge of her bed, arms around one another, holding close as the kiss went on and on.
“Kelly,” she said finally, barely pulling her lips from mine, “the only thing is to just do what feels nice. That’s all.”
Easing away from me, she slid onto the bed, sitting across one crossed leg.
She shushed me by pulling me to her on the bed and kissing me. We fell together onto the mattress, and her fingers captured my breast and teased me. The girl knew how to kiss. Kissing is so important. We lay together, pressing our bodies to one another as we kissed and fingers teased across bare flesh. She was in no hurry, like some people I had been with were. When her thigh slipped between mine, I found myself pressing my pussy to her, eager and desirous of her touch. I felt her smile in our kiss, then she drew away, kissing her way to my neck, nipping and licking. I trilled, pressing my pussy to her thigh. Her lips moved down between my breasts, her fingers intensifying their touch on my right breast and her tugging of my hard nipple as her mouth sucked in the left one. Her thigh moved against my sex, gliding easily because I was so wet by then. I ran my hands into her long hair, wanting her to do what she was about to do.
She knelt between my open legs then, once more reaching to lift her hair from her face. She smiled.
Oh, Jeni’s tongue. She touched me. A slow, easy lick swept over my lips, and I cried out from the thrill of it. Her arms slipped around my thighs and she pulled her pretty face closer to my sex. Her tongue moved on me so sweetly, having opened me, she dipped her pointed tongue inside of me, then curled, drawing out my cream. She laved my clit with it, her tongue circling around. Watching, listening to me, intuiting from my sighs and whispers just which touches drove me crazy.
Oh, and I came. My thighs tightened and I pointed my toes as orgasm rose within me. Pretty Jeni licked and licked and her tongue raised me up. Clawing the sheets, I raised my ass to give her more of me, and she slipped her hands under to pull me closer, still using that tongue. I felt myself flush again, my chest reddening and my breath tearing as I screamed in absolute pleasure. Jeni laughed with delight and kept licking, her lips molding around my clit and tugging me into her mouth. I bounced up and down on the bed, and she followed and raised me higher again as she took me there again. I gasped for breath and cried out, digging my nails into the mattress and rolling my head back and forth as she delighted me.
Finally, she relented, rising and coming up and over me, as she lay softly atop me and once more kissed me, her lips and tongue thick with my own cream. I tasted my orgasm on her and liked it. Wrapping her in my arms, I held her close, feeling the wonder of her soft bosom pressing to mine as my thighs rose up to hug her tightly as she nestled her sex over mine.
“Jeni,” I started, unable to know what to say. “Jeni.” I murmured and sighed and just kissed her.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she purred. “That was wonderful.”
I laughed with delight. “Oh, it was more than wonderful.” I kissed her again, licking her lips and caressing her long back under my hands, sweeping down to fondle her bottom. Feeling bold, I eased us both over, letting her fall onto her back as I attacked her lovely breasts with my lips and tongue again. It was fabulous to adore her breasts, feeling their soft sponginess and the way her pretty nipples responded to my lips and tongue. Her breasts were so much larger than my own; it was remarkable to experience their difference. I turned my eyes to catch her as I played as she laid a hand on my head and ran her fingers into my hair. I knew she was hoping I would lick her, but she was not going to demand. She didn’t need to.
Rising to my knees, I kissed my way down her tummy, curling my tongue into her navel and then moving lower still. She had very fine hair on her mound, and I caught it in my lips and tugged it playfully as I took a deep breath. I was about to put my mouth to another girl’s sex. Imagine that. With a cool, long look into her half-lidded blue eyes, I extended my tongue and ran it along her labia, just as she had done to me, licking softly and feeling her blossom under my touch. That was amazing. Her skin moved and responded to my touch. I wriggled my tongue into her, tasting pussy for the first time, really tasting it, not just my own taste on another’s lips or a cock that had been inside me. She was powdery, almost dry in taste, yet tart. Very interesting. As she had done, I used my tongue inside her, then drew it out thick with Jeni cream and moved to her clit.
My lips formed around her there, tugging gently, and she raised her hips to follow my mouth. I had a sudden fear that a girl as experienced as Jeni would find my lapping insufficient, but the soft touch of her fingers in my hair encouraged me. She began to moan, exciting me that I was arousing her, and I released her clit and moved my tongue around her clit, circling, then flicking it. Her body surged, rose up to me, and I knew she wanted more. My tongue danced with her clit, moving her and caressing her. Her moans grew more intense, and her thighs tightened around my head.
“Kelly!” she cried out. “Kelly!” I used my tongue feverishly, wanting to make Jeni cum. Oh, and she did. Her body tensed and she held her sex to my mouth hard as her orgasm shook through her. Her hands in my hair held me still as she came, and I knew to just hold her clit in my lips as she shook. Just as she began to relax, I licked again, wanting to take her back there again. My arms pulled her thighs tighter to me and I dug my tongue into her, fucking her with it, wanton in my desire for her. Jeni bounced and cried out, coming again even harder a second time. And then a third. And then again. I was so powerful in that moment.
Jeni finally slipped out from under my tongue and urged me back into her arms. We kissed again, happy to be there in just that moment. I wondered at how I felt, having done what I had just done. It was certainly a surprise.
We were still kissing and cuddling when the door opened a crack. A head poked in, smiling. “About time, you two,” big areolea said, then the door swung wide and the other girls bounded into the room with us. They were all undressed now, and suddenly I found myself surrounded by warm, naked flesh. The pretty strawberry blonde, Heather, kissed me and moved her fingers between my legs, invading me suddenly. I was amazed at how good she felt inside me, both her tongue and her fingers. Before I could barely breathe, she was making me cum again.
Somewhere on the bed, big areolea was kneeling between Jeni’s legs. She wore something around her hips, and I realized with a jolt that it was one of those strap-on dildos. Lifting Jeni’s hips, she put the thing inside of her and began bobbing her hips to move it in and out of Jeni. As I watched with amazement as the two girls fucked, I felt the fingers in me drawing out and a tongue replacing them. The blonde girl who had been wearing jeans was between my thighs, licking me. Oh, my. Then Heather was straddling my face and lowering her sex to my lips.
I was going to just have to find out the names of these girls, but how was I to ask now? I mean, how did I get where I was, anyway? Me, right in the middle of a lesbian orgy. I licked and licked at Heather above me, wanting her to cum, even as the girl licking me brought me off to another heavenly orgasm of my own with her mouth. I felt myself being moved, raised up, kissed, fondled, caressed. I didn’t even know who was who. My fingers touched a pussy, one with no hair at all, and I thought she must be the girl with the black ponytail or the one with the bad complexion. Both had lost their pants before Jeni had whisked me away, and revealed they were bare. Whoever she was, her sex was interesting to touch, her labia much more prominent than either mine or Jeni’s or Heather’s. I wriggled a second finger into her, fucking her by moving them in and out as she cried out with happiness. She was quite wet, and it was so interesting to see how she took my fingers so easily.
The pretty girl, Heather, sitting on my face came, crying out and clutching her own breasts as she writhed on my mouth. I tasted her as she came, then she was gone, abruptly torn away as she sought another to make love with. I knew Jeni had come again from the fucking by big areolea. She seemed to like being done with the dildo. I knew what she sounded like when she came now.
Coming up, I looked at the bed. All the girls were there, making love to one another. I shook my head to clear it and my hair cascaded down my chest over my excited nipples. I had licked two of them to orgasm. Who would believe it? I felt a breast touch to my arm and turned to see big areolea grinning at me. I reached over and cupped one of her huge boobs, pressing my fingers to her skin. It felt so different than Jeni’s or my own did. What wonderful things breasts are. All so different. Turning my face to her, I took a nipple into my mouth. For all the great size of her, her nipple was smaller than Jeni’s was. I sucked it past my teeth and heard her draw in her breath with excitement. God, this was fun. She pushed me onto the mattress and climbed between my thighs, aiming the dildo at me. I laid my head back, and found it resting on some other girl’s breasts as she too lay on the huge bed. I felt myself being fucked, the thick dildo moving in and out of me, but it was a different rhythm than when a guy did me. I rolled my hips, wanting more. A hand found mine and squeezed, and I recognized Jeni’s touch. We were still together.
A body moved over me, lowering to my lips. I looked up at the face of the girl with the black ponytail. I hadn’t paid much attention to her during the game, as she already seemed to have paired up with the one who had been smoking on the balcony. She was pretty, and her pussy was bare of all hair. As I flicked my tongue over her lips, I decided she felt different than the girl I had fingered before. How many had I made love with? Jeni, of course. Heather. Jeans girl—Lindsay—had licked me to orgasm. I had fingered bad complexion girl, Anna. Big areolea, Sarah, was fucking me. And now I was licking black ponytail, Caitlin. Did that leave only smoking girl? No, there was one other… somewhere, Ashley.
It went on and on. One or two or three of us might rest, even doze, while the orgy went on around us, then we would rise up and take the place of one of the others as she rested. I found my way back to Jeni and we fingered each other until we came while kissing and bumping our breasts together. It was different that way, but still nice too. I didn’t think I could stand much more when Jeni eased us down onto the bed again and she began to lick me once more. Lindsay moved her sex to my mouth, and Sarah settled in to lick her lips. It was amazing, as no one planned it, but one after another, the girls found one another with their mouths pressed to pussies. Anna to Sarah, then Caitlin, then smoking girl, and Ashley, then Heather, then Jeni, then me, then Lindsay, then Anna… we completed one another with each other. Cries and squeals filled the air, along with the scents and smells of aroused girls. Someone came, moaning her happiness, until echoed by the screams of someone else. Me. We all came.
And that seemed to mark the end. Jeni and I nestled together, with Lindsay snuggling against my back and Heather on the other side of Jeni. I don’t know where the others slept, but the four of us were together when morning came. There were several other bedrooms, I think. I awoke lying on Jeni’s arm, Lindsay’s lips on my nipple, with Heather’s head on Jeni’s breast. All of us had wild hair and the scent of sex was heavy in the air still.
The phone rang and Jeni fumbled over Heather to answer it. Managing to get to the edge of the bed, she spoke softly into the mouthpiece.
Lindsay curled me into her arms. “It’s the girlfriend,” she whispered as she kissed my neck.
“What?” I asked.
“Jeni’s girlfriend. Veronique. She flunked out because she was pregnant last year, but she calls Jeni every Saturday around noon to see how the party went.”
“Oh,” I mouthed. They were still together.
“Yeah, there was a really nice new girl named Kelly,” Jeni was saying quietly into the phone. “Yes, we did.”
We did what, I wondered. Have a nice time? Fuck? Is that what the girlfriend had asked?
Gingerly, I eased out from under Lindsay and slipped into the bathroom. As I sat, alone for the first time in over 12 hours, I smiled at the silly girl I had been when I arrived: I would only watch. Ha. I chuckled at my naivety. I stayed there until I no longer heard Jeni speaking on the phone, then delayed a bit longer still.
When I returned to the bedroom, Lindsay was resting against Jeni’s arm in my place. All three seemed to be sleeping again. Biting my lip, I looked at how pretty they were and I almost climbed back into that bed. But I didn’t.
Carrying my shoes, I tiptoed out to the great room, I searched out my clothes and slipped into them. Well, my skirt and blouse, anyway. Who knows who had my panties. I checked my reflection in the mirror over the fireplace and groaned. Combing my fingers through my hair, I tried to make myself look a little more presentable, but I thought I looked like a girl who had spent the night fucking. Well, I had. Oh, well.
Quietly, I opened the front door and made my way out. From the sidewalk, I looked up at the penthouse windows, thinking of the girls still inside. Jeni was wonderful. Lindsay was wonderful. And so were Heather, and Caitlin and Sarah and Ashley and even Anna and the smoking girl. The sex had been phenomenal. Every girl ought to take part in a lesbian orgy at least once. I laughed at myself to think that way and made my way back to my little dorm room.
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