As I strolled down the corridor in the dorm, I caught a glimpse of her walking to the girls’ shower room.
“How the hell can she take a shower with a candy sucker in her mouth?” I silently fumed.
Since the start of sophomore year, I had been butting heads with Ginny. Everything about her irritated me from her sunny disposition to the big “D” cup breasts that resided on her chest.
But, it was that damned always present lollipop that drove me bonkers. Thanks to Psych. 101, I was naively convinced that Ginny had an oral fixation. Visions of her blowing multiple guys streaked across my brain.
Strangely, Ginny never uttered an unkind word to me. Her friendly demeanor and positive attitude was unwavering towards me. I was the one with the unexplained chip on my shoulder.
It was a confusing time for me, the late 1960’s. Women’s publications of the day encouraged us to explore our sexuality and that’s exactly what was scaring the daylights out of me.
In my senior year of high school, I had an active social and dating life. But, in spite of the sexual freedom that was supposedly rampant, most of my girlfriends, including me graduated high school as virgins at the age of eighteen.
Unlike today’s teens, oral sex was reserved for that special someone in a long term relationship. Reciprocation via cunnilingus was hardly a novel idea and while guys were willing, most were uneducated on the technique.
However, a bewildering but growing sexual interest in my own gender had thrown me into a state of flux. In the girls’ locker room at the swim club, I found myself trying to innocently glance at the naked bodies of my friends as they changed or emerged from the shower.
My fascination and desire for intimacy with another girl unexpectedly blossomed at my cousin Maddy’s wedding the summer after high school graduation.
It was held at a swank country club and I was assigned a seat at the young adults table with guests from both sides of the wedding party. The grooms’ cousin Daphne was a dark haired beauty with a voluptuous body. For most of the reception I was intrigued by her and stole glances at her full figure. My body tingled and an odd feeling settled into my gut. On a trip to the ladies restroom, I discovered that my panties were damp.
My reaction unsettled me and I tried to be standoffish but Daphne’s friendliness and ability to engage me in conversation broke down my barriers.
We danced together, except the slow ones, and our participation in the “chicken dance” left us laughing uncontrollably and gasping for air. We exited thru a side door that bordered on an alleyway to catch our breath.
As our breathing returned to normal and the laughter subsided, Daphne regarded me with a smoldering expression. To my complete and utter surprise she leaned towards me and kissed me full on the lips.
Instead of pushing Daphne away and wiping my mouth in disgust, I pulled her against me and drove my tongue thru her sexy lips. Some unnamed emotion or need took control of me and we made out for a few minutes until we heard the door open.
A quick trip to the washroom to reapply make up and adjust clothing was necessary and we rejoined the reception without any questioning stares.
Although part of me was thoroughly unnerved by the experience, the other half craved a repeat. Sadly, the reception ended and Daphne hugged me goodbye with a cheerful expression.
Later that night as I lay in bed, that tingling feeling returned as I thought about Daphne. My reluctance to discuss such a sensitive matter was based solely on the fact I trusted no one to keep my sexual leanings a secret. My mother was the June Cleaver type and would probably have sent me to a convent. My only hope for salvation through a chaste and prayer filled life.
I tried to convince myself that my interest in boys’ was unchanged and the following weekend I gave my steady boyfriend Danny a humdinger of a hummer.
However, at some point I fantasized that it was Daphne and I was licking her in a forbidden spot. Just the thought of that taboo ritual, had my pussy creaming.
Instead, I was performing fellatio for the umpteenth time when my true feelings took hold of my conscious mind.
“Why am I always blowing him when he’s only touched me thru my panties” My brain screamed out loud.
When Danny shot his wad, I spit the offensive goop out of his car window with repugnance.
“Why the fuck did you do that Gail? He snorted at me.
“Because I’m tired of always giving you head and you won’t do the same to me.” I replied angrily.
“Guy’s don’t do that sort of thing.” He retorted sneeringly.
“Why?” I asked very loudly.
“Ah…because it’s…well smelly and…”
“Where did you get the stupid idea it smells? Your hillbilly buddies?” I asked with my anger building.
Danny hated me referring to his friends as “hillbillies” but I swear they were an addled brained bunch.
Danny hemmed and hawed but refused to even look between my legs and I was fully clothed.
“Take me home now, you jerk.” I spat angrily.
“What is it Gail? Has all this feminist crap in the magazines gone to your head?” he said derisively.
I shot Danny an inflamed look of hate that stunned him. He quickly started the car and tried to placate me on the way home. But, I was silent and close to rage from his idiotic comments.
As Danny pulled up to the curb at my house, I jumped out of his car and walked hurriedly to the door. I heard his voice trailing after me.
“I’ll call you next week. Maybe we can go see a movie”
“Yeah! When pigs fly asshole!” I muttered under my breath.
The two remaining months before the start of freshman year at college were spent in a self imposed dating quarantine. I turned down all requests for dates. Most of my free time was devoted to reading anything I could get my hands on concerning same sex activities.
At that time, pertinent and reliable information was sketchy at best. Most of us thought of dykes’ as burly women with short haircuts, dressed in manly duds and leather jackets. I knew in my heart that I had no interest in cutting my hair, men’s clothing or leather attire of any kind.
There wasn’t the slightest chance anyone would mistake me for burly or brawny. I barely nudged the bathroom scale at one hundred pounds with a slender body and small “A” cup breasts.
About a week after graduation, I got an invitation to my cousin Maddy’s new home for a house warming and pool party. Secretly, I yearned to see Daphne and prayed that she was invited.
The day of the event, I was uncharacteristically ready long before my mom and dad. They stared at me in disbelief as I practically ran to the car.
Maddy and Stan’s home was a two story California style split level with a kidney shape pool. I nervously scanned the crowd and spotted Daphne in a small red two piece that barely hid her “assets”.
For awhile, I hovered in the background, too nervous to approach Daphne. My new bikini barely hid my smaller “assets” and I was approached by Stan’s hunky brother Wes.
In any other circumstance, I would have been flattered but my objective was Daphne. I listened attentively to Wes prattle on but his efforts to impress me fell on deaf ears.
After an appropriate amount of time I excused myself and searched for Daphne. She was reclining under a shade palm near the pool and waved as I approached. As I surveyed her sumptuous body, the odd tingling feeling returned.
None of this went unnoticed by Daphne and we talked informally for awhile. The tingling sensation was growing in intensity just from the nearness to her and I felt my cheeks flush with heat.
As tiny beads of sweat broke out on my forehead, the conversation took on a more serious tone.
“You ok sweetie? You look hot and sweaty.” Daphne said with a knowing look.
“Um, yeah.” I answered anxiously.
“Would you like to kiss me?” she inquired in a soft seductive tone of voice.
Her question made my insides boil with desire.
“Um, ah…yes.” I answered in a whisper and looked around with a worried expression.
Daphne’s demeanor was sexy and provocative.
“I live nearby. We can hop in my car and have a little private fun.” She said in dulcet tones.
The timbre of Daphne’s voice was hypnotic and I found myself agreeing with everything she said. I was following her like a mindless sheep when she reminded me to ask my folks’ permission. Once I secured their approval, we were streaking down the freeway in her convertible.
We stopped in front of a fenced and gated house, actually a small mansion. As Daphne drove round’ the back of the house my eyes bugged out at the sight. The pool, landscaping and view of the valley were breathtaking.
“Wow!” I gushed in admiration.
“Yeah, it’s not bad.” She intoned.
“Not bad? You must be rich.” I stated with awe.
“My folks’ are rich.” She corrected me.
As we swam in the pool, I hungrily eyed Daphne’s melons as they strained against the fabric of her top. She stood in the shallow end, untied the strings and the garment slid down her arms.
Daphne’s jugs jutted proudly from her chest.
“Their double ‘D’s.” She said in a matter of fact tone and hefted one in each hand as I swam up to inspect the mountains of flesh.
My hands replaced Daphne’s and I lifted them until the broad nipples were staring at me like a bulls’ eye. A small pebble protuberance occupied the center and I licked it with supreme tenderness.
My mouth barely fit around the circumference of Daphne’s nipple as I lathed it with need. A hot tingly feeling was pulsating in my creaming pussy.
“Oh…yeah…ooh.” She groaned as my mouth pulled yearningly at the sensitive tissue.
Daphne fell back against the side of the pool.
“Oh…Gail…it’s…ooh…mmm…” She couldn’t get the words out.
Sucking another girls’ tits, especially Daphne’s twin peaks, was incredibly erotic. As I toiled away, my tongue rasping the swollen bump in the center, she removed my bikini top and palmed my sensitive nips.
Hot pulses shot into my pussy and I moaned into Daphne’s tit. A longing to taste her crevice reverberated in my core.
“Daphne, I want to lick you, please!” I begged in her ear.
“Ooh Sweetie!” She crowed.
With a “times a wastin” attitude, Daphne pulled me into the luxurious family room and stripped her bottoms down in one fast motion. I gawked at her hairy black bush as she threw a sofa pillow under her shapely backside.
Daphne gave me a sensuous come hither look, brought her knees up and opened her thighs for me. The shiny raven colored pubes were wet with her juices and split down the center by a shimmering pink slice.
I buried my face in her honey pot and licked and licked and licked. The flavor was strong with a sweet/sour edge that dramatically aroused my senses. I swallowed her tangy secretions and knew instantly that I was hooked.
“Hmm…oh yeah…ooh…oh sweetie, lick a little higher now.” She coached.
My tongue sailed up and down Daphne’s bucking slit, coming to rest on the hard nub at the top. There it was; the ultimate pleasure center, the grantor of orgasms. Light licks fluttered over the tumescent bulge and she soared, gasping for air.
Oh! Oh! Hmm…ooh…fuckin A great!” She yelled and arched her body.
I engulfed her saturated pussy and worked feverishly on her clit.
“OOH! It’s a big un sweetie!” She bellowed and her whole body erupted in motion.
“Ohhh!” She cried in one long wail and thrust her heaving gash on my mouth.
Little pulses of creamy girl cum streamed into my mouth and down my throat. Nothing approaching this magnitude ever occurred with a boy as I sat up smiling and dripping her juices.
After a brief respite, I pleaded with Daphne to teach me how and what I should do during sex with a woman. Although she was only two years older, I felt woefully naïve’ about same sex matters. She gazed at me with a faraway look.
“I was like you once…oh… about a year ago. I had just finished my freshman year of college and was looking forward to a relaxing summer by the pool.” She said in a reflective voice.
“My dad was managing an up and coming young starlet who was temporarily living with us. She would sit by the pool reading scripts or talking on the telephone for hours.
Usually she ignored me but when I swam in the pool or sun bathed, I noticed her stares, especially when I wore my bikini. In less than six months, my boobs had swelled to “D” cup size and I was curvier all over. My father referred to me as a young Marilyn Monroe.
Miss Young Starlet was very pretty with an attractive but skinny body. One afternoon, she wore a two piece that showed her slim figure and petite breasts. I enjoyed looking at her physique as she swam in the pool and afterwards when she hauled her dripping wet form onto the pool deck. A fuzzy kind of sensation seemed to spread from my belly to my crotch.
But, for every stare I lavished on her, she ogled me equally, especially my chest. Later that day, a telegram arrived for her and I raced to the guest suite. She opened the door without a stitch of clothes on and I stood gape jawed, my eyes fixed on her blonde bush.
Miss Starlet showed me things that afternoon that I never imagined in my wildest dreams. But, it was my imposing tits that fascinated her the most and she dwelled on them for a long time.
She played with my boobs adoringly but her sucking sent me into an entirely new dimension of pleasure. I can still see her mouth exerting its will, tugging at my nipples, tongue busily raking the center until my knees buckled.”
Daphne’s voice took on a dream like quality.
“When I fell back on the bed, unable to stand, Little Miss Starlet spread my thighs and went down on me. She wasn’t much older than me but she sure as shit knew how to eat a pussy. I think they heard me in Bakersfield as I yelped and hollered from the mind-boggling tongue lashing she gave me.
Starlet had an insatiable appetite for the ‘bearded clam’ and went down on me practically every day. But, I wanted her too. Her slim body was so different from mine.
I was crazy about Miss Starlet’s long stubby nipples and sucked them with pure delight. When my head descended to her sex, her heady aroma filled my nose and set my senses ablaze with lust. Like any novice, I was uncertain on how to proceed but Mother Nature took over and I licked with determination.
Starlets pink slice and blonde pubes were drenched with her fluids and I voraciously swallowed the tangy juice. She shrieked at me to lick her clit and I searched until I found a small protrusion at the top of her slit. I used quick flickering licks and light fluttery circles across the hypersensitive nub.
Starlet went wild and I held her cute little butt so tightly that it left light red finger marks in her white skin. She mashed her sopping wet pussy against my mouth and almost drowned me with her nectar. Her bellowing voice alerted me to her orgasm and I clamped my mouth over her heaving sex.
As Starlet’s orgasm slackened in intensity, I swallowed any left over juices and realized that a couple of her blonde pubes were stuck in my throat. It was a fitting memento of my first time going down on a girl.
Whenever I see a romantic movie she’s starring in, I can’t keep from laughing. During one of our many afternoon trysts, she admitted that she sexually preferred only women.”
Daphne let out a sigh and gazed at me with fondness.
“It was an unbelievable experience. Now, I doubt that I can teach you very much in an afternoon but I’ll try.” She said with confidence. With the afternoon sunlight glinting off the pool water and filtering thru the large windows, Daphne took me to dizzying heights of pleasure.
The meeting of the Residence Hall committee was called to order and I was sitting across from Ginny at one end of the rectangular table. The new curfew hour of 12 midnight for visitors (men in particular) was the topic of discussion.
When Ginny, with a lollipop wedged in her mouth, argued for the change, I argued against it solely to get her goat. Our heated debate lasted for over twenty minutes until the chairman declared a cease fire.
As another committee member was extolling the need for a change, I looked across the table at Ginny and scowled at her. But, she really angered me by winking at me with a smile on her candy coated lips.
After the meeting, I cornered her outside and called her the “C” word.
“Gee Gail, I guess you really do hate me.” she said resignedly and tears rimmed her eyes.
My combative attitude was strictly a one way street as Ginny, from the first time we met, tried her best to befriend me. This time I had gone too far and I regretted uttering that foul word to the very center of my being
All the negative feelings that I had about Ginny melted away. Her wink and smile was an attempt to soften the anger of an unfriendly foe. I had mistreated her for no good reason and the ever present candy sucker was a damned poor excuse to abuse her.
“Er…ah…I don’t hate you.” I replied in a soft sorry sounding voice.
“But, you don’t like me.” She said and a tear coursed down her face.
A stark feeling of shame reddened my cheeks and I was on the verge of tears myself. Nervously, I took Ginny’s hands in mine.
“I’m sorry Ginny, I really am. I’ve been acting like a real shit.” I stated with utter honesty.
Ginny lowered her head as tears tumbled down her face.
“Was it something I did or said that upset you; that made you so angry with me.” She said in a sorrowful voice.
“No. I…ah…can’t explain it but I’m sorry.” I stated with sincerity.
Ginny had always treated me with kindness, especially when I was mean to her. My heart ached with remorse as I embraced her and tears cascaded down my face.
“Gail, you’re crying!” She exclaimed with astonishment.
I bawled with absolute remorse on Ginny’s shoulder.
“Please forgive me.” I kept repeating in a mournful voice.
Ginny held me tight and tried to soothe me.
“It’s ok Gail. I forgive you. Shh…don’t cry.” She spoke in a gentle tone and lightly rubbed my back.
Ginny guided me to her room as I sniffled and shed more tears. As I sat on her bed with her arm around me, I gradually regained my composure.
‘You ok now?” She asked with extraordinary warmth and dabbed tissues at the corners my puffy eyes.
My face still wore a blanket of shame but I nodded my head yes. Then I noticed that the lollipop was missing.
“Where’s your sucker?” I asked with quiet curiosity.
“I wrapped it for later. When I study or attend classes, it helps me to concentrate.” She answered.
A light bulb seemed to go on in Ginny’s head as her expression changed to one of realization.
“Gail? Was it the lollipop that upset you?” She asked in spite of the fact she already intuited the truth.
All I could do was nod my head in the affirmative. God, I felt like trailer trash, I wanted to bolt from the room and hide under my bed. New tears of embarrassment traveled south over my already stained cheeks.
“Funny, but I liked you from the very beginning.” She said in a cheery way.
Ginny’s revelation tore at my heart and made my disgraceful behavior towards her seem all the more degrading. I put my arms around her neck and sobbed.
“Gail, do you feel this badly because of the way you treated me?” She questioned with genuine interest. I’m sure my display of raw emotion was puzzling to her.
“Yes, I feel awful. No…worse than awful. But, don’t you hate me?” I asked in an emotion filled halting tone of voice.
Ginny was holding me in a gentle almost maternal way. I could barely look at her and lowered my teary eyed gaze.
“No way! I figured one day you’d come to your senses. It was just a matter of time.” She said with graceful assurance.
I gazed at her with admiration as little rivers of tears dampened my cheeks. “All’s forgiven! No more tears! She declared and hugged me tight to her body.
Ginny’s ability to forgive someone who routinely hurled bile and insults at her, amazed me.
“Thanks for understanding.” I stated in a snuffling voice.
“That’s what friends are for.” She said soothingly.
“You think of me as a friend? But…but I was rotten to you and said appalling things.” I stated like a confession.
“You obviously regret it.” Ginny said succinctly and fixed her benevolent gaze on me.
I threw my arms around Ginny and squeezed her with sheer happiness. She was a gentle, kind hearted soul who treated me with nothing less than compassion and caring.
“I’m sooo happy you think of me as a friend.” I gushed.
The total change in our relationship was a defining moment for me. Ginny taught me a life lesson that I have never forgotten.
In the course of one short day, we became the closest of friends and were inseparable. Now when I saw the lollipop with the white stick portion protruding from Ginny’s lips, I just smiled.
Ginny was like the sister I never had. We roomed together the following semester and for the remainder of our college career.
We were moving our belongings to an off campus apartment when we took a much needed break. It was unseasonably hot for spring and we swilled cold beer to quench our thirst. Ginny was regarding me with a curious look.
“And to think all this started because you were mean to me.” She said with wonder, gazing at the boxes strewn about the living room.
She had an amused expression that grew to a broad grin.
“What?” I asked with annoyance.
“I remember how sorry you looked. You were REALLY bawling. It kinda shocked me.” she answered with a smiling face.
Even now, months later, the hurt I inflicted on Ginny embarrassed me and I felt my face flush crimson. She was looking at me with a kindly expression
“I guess deep down I knew you had a good heart. You were just afraid to show me.” She said in a voice full of compassion.
Ginny’s sentiment brought tears to my eyes.
“To friendship!” She declared.
Ginny held her bottle up in a toasting gesture and I heartily reciprocated.
It was nearing winter break of junior year when Ginny asked me for advice about a guy she was dating. Jeremy was the latest in a string of boyfriends that stretched back to sophomore year.
“Gail, I don’t think he likes sex.” She said with a note of disappointment.
“A GUY who doesn’t like sex? I asked and silently questioned the validity of his manhood.
“He likes to kiss and touch me thru my clothes but that’s IT! She stated with frustration.
“Then YOU take the initiative.” I said emphatically.
“Aw, you must be reading those women’s magazines again.” She retorted with a quick smile.
A week or so later, I was returning from my chemistry class and opened the door to a most unusual sight.
Ginny was standing in front of the living room mirror with only her bra and panties on, and a lollipop stick waggling up and down as she made frowning faces. She was posing from side view to opposite side view. I just stared at her with my mouth open.
“Oh. Hi Gail.” She said as though nothing out of the ordinary was taking place.
Ginny picked up a magazine on the table next to the mirror.
“I want your honest opinion. Do I look anything like this girl?” She asked with total seriousness.
I looked at a centerfold of a girl in a popular men’s magazine of the day. She was tall, lean and small breasted.
“Well…er…the blonde hair?” I said timidly.
Ginny’s eyes narrowed and she gazed at me accusingly.
“Why is this important and where did you get that magazine? I inquired calmly.
“I found it in Jeremy’s bed, no, it was between the mattress and box spring. I was changing the sheets on his bed.” She answered quietly but with irritation.
“So? Most guy’s like this stuff.” I said trying to diffuse the situation.
“Don’t get grossed out but that stain in the corner is…you know what.” She said with disgust.
I dropped the magazine as though it had leprosy but I still couldn’t figure out what she was driving at and told her so.
“It means my dear friend that he beats his meat to her image. She said with certainty.
I must have had a lost look on my face.
“Gail, I don’t look anything like her. I have big boobs and a big ass. He obviously prefers her body type.” She exclaimed and turned sideways to illustrate the difference.
“First of all Ginny, you don’t have a big ass; big boobs, no argument there.” I stated factually.
“No wonder he avoids anything remotely approaching sex.” She said with uncharacteristic anger.
“I just have to face the fact that I’m FAT!” she yelled at the mirror.
I had heard enough.
“Ginny, you are not fat. You’re full figured, zaftig, Rubenesque!” I declared.
I was being totally honest with Ginny. She was undoubtedly full figured and as far as I was concerned, very sexy. Since my introduction to lesbian sex with Daphne, I pursued both guys’ and girls’ but never initiated anything with Ginny.
Ginny was cognizant of my bi sexual ways at a time when it was scarcely acceptable among college kids. She was the first person that I was able to confide in about my true feelings without fear of condemnation.
I was standing next to her clad in my white cotton turtle neck sweater and hip hugger jeans. With my small but firm chest I went braless. My nipples were hard and clearly visible thru my top.
Ginny looked at the magazine and then at my reflection in the mirror.
“You could pose for this magazine Gail.” She said with frankness and nudged me in the side.
“Jeremy would beat off like crazy to pictures of your foxy bod.” She said in a melancholy voice and tears started forming in the corners of her hazel colored eyes.
My heart ached for Ginny. She was upset about something she had no control over and I embraced her. Then I realized she was clad only in a bra & panties. I tried to pull away but she was sniffing back tears and held me tight.
“Is Jeremy really worth all this?” I questioned in a sad tone.
“I like him a lot but I guess not.” She said as little tear droplets fell from her eyes and rested her cheek against my chest.
We moved to the sofa and sat down but Ginny, still attired in her undies, refused to let go of me. The gentle pressure of her cheek on my chest and the close proximity to my nipple was warming me in a very sensitive area.
“Gail?” She asked softly
“Yeah?” I answered.
“What kind of girls’ do…I mean…type do you like?” She asked with total innocence.
Ginny’s question was guileless but sent me reeling mentally. There was absolutely no doubt that I preferred girls’ with big boobs and soft round curves, like Ginny. When I hesitated for awhile, she pulled back a little and gazed at me intently.
“I…ah…hmm…now let me see…” I stammered foolishly.
Ginny resumed her place on my chest.
“I should have known, like the one in the magazine.” She said in a gloomy voice.
The sound waves as they emanated from her mouth, reverberated in my nipple and tiny pulses of sensation traveled to my crotch.
“I guess nobody likes big titted gals with big butts anymore.” She said in a heartbreaking voice.
“I do.” I said in my best true confession voice.
“What?” She said, startled by my answer.
I told Ginny about my first encounter with Daphne and a couple others since then. Her cheek never left its spot on my chest and I was sure she heard my heart pounding.
“Ginny, I love you as a friend, my best friend and I don’t want anything to spoil that.” I said earnestly.
Ginny was uncharacteristically silent. I jumped when a finger, not mine, gingerly toyed with my nipple. Warm sensations pulsed in my tit and I sighed contentedly.
“You know Gail, I always thought you had the cutest nipples; so different from mine, pointy and long. You could nurse a passel of babies with these beauties.” She crowed as her finger rolled and tweaked my throbbing teat.
“Maybe we should stop.” I breathed in a heavy voice.
“Why? Doesn’t it feel good? Am I doing it wrong?” She asked in a needy voice.
“No. It…ooh…feels great.” I panted breathlessly.
Ginny sat up and brought both hands to bear on my jutting nips with a determined look on her face.
“Umm…ooh…Oh!” I gasped as double shots of electricity seared my gash.
Swiftly, Ginny lifted my sweater out of my jeans, up my body, over my head and off. There I sat naked from the waist up, my nipples hard and throbbing with feelings. Her soft fingers pulled and stroked the rigid protrusions with yearning.
“Oh Ginny! Ooh…umm…oh!” I cried with delight.
I was beyond the point of no return and watched with awe as Ginny’s mouth made contact with my tit. The feeling was better than fantastic.
As Ginny suckled, her hand cupped my crotch over my jeans. Somehow with just two fingers, she managed to unsnap then lower the zipper on my tight denims.
I held Ginny’s head as her lips tugged gently but yearningly on my swollen stubby nipple and waves of sensation blistered my creaming sex.
A cacophony of sounds escaped my mouth in varying decibels as the magnitude of pleasure grew exponentially.
“OOH…OH…OH YEAH…AH…MMM…UMM!” I articulated repetitiously.
When Ginny’s hand slipped into my panties and fingered my sopping wet slit, I rocketed to a higher plateau of feeling. Without disturbing her, I worked my jeans off my legs and she very slowly rid me of my undies. She sat up and I leaned back on my elbows with my legs akimbo, panting heavily.
Ginny grabbed something from the end table. It was a long tapered lollipop that looked like swirls of taffy on a stick. She removed the cellophane wrapping and coated it with her saliva.
“What’s that?” I asked dumbly with my curiosity on full alert.
“It’s a sucker silly. You know, like they sell at the seashore.” She warbled in a sexy voice.
Ginny moved between my legs and ran the sticky confection up and down the center of my drooling gash. I opened my legs wide and gaped at the unlikely instrument of pleasure as it teased and glided over my drenched folds and creases.
When Ginny brought the candy to her lips soaked with my secretions and sensually licked it clean, I had a small but unmistakable orgasm. My body jerked slightly but she didn’t notice and resumed sliding the lollipop along my slice, occasionally stopping at the top and teasing my clit.
Again, Ginny cleaned the sucker dripping with my juices.
“Umm…Sweet! She purred and licked her lips. I nearly came for the second time.
When Ginny resumed the sugary pleasuring of my pussy, she carefully inserted the surrogate dildo into my hole. With a look of pure lust on her face, she drilled my quaking box.
With my gaze riveted on the action betwixt my thighs, I pinched my sensitive nipples and howled from the sheer ecstasy. With one hand busily reaming my gushing hole, Ginny gingerly thumbed my button with the other.
My body quivered and twitched as my orgasm built to its apex. The multi stimuli achieved its purpose and I went over the edge of the precipice. Massive waves of sensation roiled and rolled thru my body with each contraction.
“OH GOD!” I screamed and whipped my head from side to side.
I was still propped on elbows, my body trembling from left over ripples of feeling, when Ginny raised the object of my pleasure to her lips and engulfed it, noisily sucking my girly fluids into her throat.
Ginny held me in her arms, tenderly kissing my face as I slowly recovered. I felt weak and incapable of speech.
“My beautiful friend.” She whispered with heartfelt affection.
With my head resting on her jugs, she reached around her back, unhooked her bra and set them free. My craving for her boobs took center stage and I sat in front of her mesmerized by the sight.
While not as large as Daphne’s, they were rounder and firmer. But the nipples, oh those glorious nipples; fat and sassy they looked like baby pacifiers attached to her boobs.
This was the ultimate in breasts for me; big “D” cuppers with big plump nipples to suck on. They filled my mouth and ignited another blaze in my loins.
“She could nurse a baby elephant with these puppies.” I thought to myself.
Ginny cradled me like a nursing child and moaned enthusiastically. For what seemed like a long time, I sucked, nibbled and nipped until she was gasping my name.
“Oh Gail! Oh Gail! She kept repeating.
Unexpectedly, Ginny cried out and her body shook.
“Did you just have a…” I said gaping at her.
“I sure did!” she trilled like a songbird.
Ginny was gently rocking me when I pushed her on her back. With her hairy box thrust forward, I grabbed her meaty ass and descended for my meal.
With a determination bordering on fanatical, I lapped her pussy until it juiced profusely from the onslaught. When I looked up, her impressive breasts shook and jiggled with her writhing body.
I grabbed a fresh sucker and drilled her soggy sex while my tongue lashed her clitty. Ginny panted and hooted in short rapid bursts like an owl on meth.
“Oh God! Gail…OH! It’s huge!” she bellowed to the ceiling.
Watching Ginny cum was an event of galactic proportions as she bucked her hips uncontrollably.
“Oh Shit! OH! Fuck!” came blasting out of her lungs.
It was the first time I heard Ginny use profanity. When her gyrations slowed, I plunged the sucker, saturated with her juices, into my orifice and sucked the pungent/sugary coating down my eager throat.
As I rested my weary head on Ginny’s thigh, she gently stroked my hair. The fragrance of female sex secretions dominated the air in the room
“Jesus, that was great!” She exclaimed.
“Where did you get the idea to use the lollipop?” I asked curiously.
“Oh…you see…it’s like this…I…if it works for me…” She said with a shy expression.
“You little scamp! All this time we’ve been rooming together and…” I said teasingly.
“Honestly Gail, I feel it’s necessary to be discreet when one is engaging in that sort of…ah…activity.” She answered in a very proper and mannered voice.
Despite the faux reprimand, I stretched my body up to her waiting arms and hugged her with all my might. My fear that sex would damage our friendship was unfounded. Our bond was as strong if not stronger than before.
When the need for mutual sexual gratification descended on us, we indulged ourselves to the fullest. Sometimes, we enlisted the aid of our assistant the lollipop and sometimes not.
Time passes quickly in college. Ginny met her future husband, Stan, toward the end of senior year and our bi exploits came to a halt.
Graduation Day was still an important and fitting end to college in 1970. At the end of the ceremony, Ginny and I embraced with tears of joy and impending loss. She was attending graduate school in Connecticut while I secured a teaching position in San Francisco.
The close relationship, the sisterhood that we shared for the past two and a half years was coming to an end. Our future stretched out before us in those optimistic times; the Age of Aquarius when the possibilities seemed endless.
Ginny was madly in love with Stan and desperately wanted a family with kids running around the house.
In my heart of hearts, I wanted Ginny. But, I couldn’t bring myself to articulate my feelings to her; that I desired her more than anyone else.
Of course we promised to write and stay in touch but after a year or two of frequent letters, it gradually diminished to a card at Christmas or special occasions.
A couple of years after graduation, I received a postcard from Ginny informing me that she eloped with Stan to Las Vegas. She was pregnant with her first child and figured it was the best solution to save her folks any embarrassment.
One summer, I visited Ginny at her home in New Jersey. She was now the proud mother of two energetic toddlers. We did our best to reminisce but she had her hands full. Still, it was great to see her.
That year, I met my husband Fred or Freddie as I was fond of calling him. He was the only man I dated who understood my need for occasional female companionship. A gentle caring soul, I loved him dearly and he as much in return. His temperament and mannerisms were a lot like Ginny’s.
After his sudden death from a heart attack, I went into a deep depression. Soon after, I received a sympathy card from Ginny. She was visiting her son in San Jose and wanted to stop for a brief visit to offer her condolences. I hadn’t seen her for nearly twenty years. Had the passage of time been kind to her I wondered silently.
I spruced up the house as best I could the day of Ginny’s visit. It was four months since Freddie passed away and I was gradually finding my equilibrium.
When I answered the door, a smiling, rotund and matronly woman with graying hair stood before me. Her body had changed but it was unmistakably Ginny. She crossed the threshold and as we embraced, I broke down and sobbed.
“My poor Gail.” She spoke with tenderness and did her best to comfort me.
As my emotional state improved we talked about our lives after college. Presently, she was busy helping her second husband run a pastry shop at the New Jersey seashore.
“What happened to Stan?” I asked with curiosity.
“He was a darn good provider but…he had a roving eye.” She answered with delicacy and a smile.
With a heavy heart, I was able to talk about Freddie without getting too emotional. Inevitably our conversation drifted back to our days at college. For a long time, we discussed the events that shaped our friendship and bonded us together.
But, the unfinished business in my heart refused to stay hidden.
“I often think about our times at school, maybe more lately because of Freddie’s passing, but it was special Ginny. It meant a lot to me then and it still does.” I offered in a melancholy voice.
Ginny gazed at me with watery eyes and took my hands in hers.
“You were my best and closest friend. What I shared with you, I found with no one else. Freddie was the only one who came close. I missed you for a long time” I said dejectedly and hung my head in despair.
“I missed you too Gail.” She cried with heart breaking emotion and hugged me.
I held on to Ginny refusing to let go, awash in the feelings that still dominated my soul. The long passage of time had done little to diminish them.
Slowly, the mood lightened and Ginny rummaged in a shopping bag of goodies she brought with her. We opened some of the edible delicacies and ate with lighter hearts and conversation. For a brief time, the room glowed with the mystical quality of those bygone days.
The sunlight was casting long shadows thru the windows signaling an end to her visit. With her coat on and ready to leave, Ginny looked in the shopping bag for something. She produced a rectangular box wrapped with silver foil paper and a fancy bow.
“This is for you. It’s just a little something, a reminder of the past. You can open it after I leave.” She said in her cheery way.
We embraced with emotions running high but I wasn’t sad. I had shared some of the happiest times of my life with her and I would carry those memories with me always.
The following morning, I was sitting at the kitchen table feeling glum when I noticed the present she left. For the life of me, I couldn’t imagine what was inside.
When I opened the box, I laughed and cried tears of fond remembrance. Nestled in the center of the tissue paper was a long tapered lollipop that resembled swirls of taffy on a stick; you know, like they sell at the seashore.