Dorm Life

by Jamie Morgan

  Copyright © Jamie Morgan 2014

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  An unexpected same sex experience in the Campus bar leaves Ginny feeling somewhat shocked at her obvious enjoyment of the encounter, and hell bent on finding the mystery woman who ran off before Ginny even knew her name.

  Unable to focus on her studies with the obsession of this woman, Ginny literally runs smack into the object of her thoughts and an intriguing new discovery of bisexuality.

  Her new friend from Greece can’t speak a word of English but it doesn’t prevent the two from communicating exactly what they need as they continue an exotic exploration of each other. Who needs words when actions can say so much?

  Ginny sat in the club, bored out of her skull, watching her friend grind and bump on the dance floor with the guys. Why did I even come tonight? Because Rachel was very convincing, that’s why.

  Getting up and making her way to the bar, sliding between the throng of music lovers moving to the beat of the music, Ginny figured she would hang out for another drink and then split. She was not getting any younger sitting by herself, anyway, and with her extra baggage body, dull dark hair, and nothing special eyes, she was not going to compete with the slim, buxom blondes in the room.

  “Martini, gin, straight up.” She eased her way up to the bar, the young piece of man meat behind the marbled top not even giving her a glance. Not that she expected him to, really, but a simple nod might have been nice.

  Throwing a fiver on the glassy surface, Ginny grabbed the drink and walked away, squeezing her way back to the table. Slipping into her still vacant chair at the still vacant table, she sipped her drink rather quickly, not evening feeling a buzz. Even the heat from the bodies meshed together in here was annoying her tonight; she was just not in the mood.

  Leaving her half-finished drink on the table and grabbing her purse and coat, she signaled to Rachel that she was out of here. With a shrug of her shoulders at the unheard “Why?” Rachel mouthed at her, Ginny started for the bathroom at the back of the club. It was a long walk to her residence from Just Off Campus, the local university bar and general hangout it seemed every student and professor alike went to, and she had no desire to do it with a full bladder.

  Pushing open the door to a surprisingly tidy bathroom, she was instantly annoyed at the parcel of girls that swept in behind her, pushing her up against the wall in the process. Why was it that when she went to the bathroom everyone else decided to as well? The large group flooding the bathroom left very little room for movement. Girls were pushed up against the mirror, touching up their makeup, while others filled the four stalls, some even going in two at a time. Ginny knew what some of those girls were doing in there. It wasn’t all that shocking anymore, though it had been the first time she’d figured it out.

  Seeing one of the stall doors open, Ginny turned and tried to push past the throng at the mirror and was pushed up against the wall once more. Sighing, she watched as the cubicle door closed, biting her lip in frustration and the feeling of a still full bladder pressing at her thoughts. She felt a warm, strong body move in behind her and attempted to shuffle to the side a little and let the girl through, but it was no use; they were packed in like sardines and moving anywhere just wasn’t going to happen. She had a brief thought of getting on her knees and crawling her way through the shapely calves and tight thighs, under the short skirts and around the high heels to get over to the toilet area, but dismissed the idea. With her luck someone would impale her hand with one of those five-inch spikes.

  The body pressing on her back moved in closer, forming herself against Ginny’s ass, hands cupping the sides of her waist momentarily before drifting away again. The sudden rush of wetness between her legs when the other girl’s hand returned to holding her waist, her ass cupped firmly against the girl’s hard thighs, and the feeling of warm breath caressing her neck startled Ginny a little. God, it had been so long that even a woman was turning her on now? Ginny didn’t swing that way, or at least hadn’t before. The images that flashed through her mind, the rush of excitement that had her heart pounding at this simple touch, were enough to make her question that thought at the moment, however. This body at her back felt good, really good. Ginny didn’t know if her sudden bravery was a result of the earlier gin and tonic finally making its presence known or perhaps just her own curiosity getting the better of her, but she made a decision to see what was going to happen here. She wanted to know why this woman was pressing her body so intimately against Ginny’s ass. In fact, she had a right to know, dammit! Just who does this chick think she is?

  Ginny turned around in the woman’s embrace, locking stares with the dark blue eyes of a tall, auburn-haired, large breasted woman with her skin-tight jeans, wife beater top and leather jacket. The flippant words she’d intended to speak died before even leaving her lips. She stood there, stunned, open mouthed and incredibly silent. All thoughts of the chastisement she’d intended to slap upon her new companion were suddenly gone.

  Never in her life had Ginny found another woman this attractive. She’d always had an appreciation for a good looking female, even voiced to her friends the admiration of another’s hair or ass, but never in a sexual way. Or so she’d thought. Yet here she was, inches from the glistening mouth of this rough looking woman who looked like she could eat Ginny alive, or at least break her arm if she pissed her off, and she was enjoying the view in an oh-so-sexual way at the moment. The woman’s dark gaze held Ginny spellbound within their depths. She couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to.

  Despite all her instincts screaming at her that this was not her style, Ginny found herself moistening her lips and leaning into the tight embrace that had still not broken, lightly feathering her mouth across the woman’s glistening, dark red lips with such hesitation, but a need within her that she couldn’t control. She just had to taste those lips, just once, even if it meant getting he
rself into a fight for it. She had to know what this woman tasted like.

  As a hand came around to grab the back of her hair, the mouth she had lightly kissed came crushing down on her own with a mingling of tongues. Another hand suddenly slipped between her legs, moved underneath the short skirt she wore, and pushed her already wet panties aside. Ginny reacted to the rush of heat that spiraled from her mouth all the way down between her legs and moaned loudly.

  Without a word, the larger woman drove Ginny back through the thinning crowd and, surprisingly without hitting anyone on the way, slipped inside a stall. Suddenly, Ginny’s panties were being peeled down her legs. Her chest was heaving with panting breaths drawn in between the lips of the other woman as they moved across hers with such abandon. A fierce tenderness pulled at Ginny’s heart at the same time a longing streaked through her belly to pool in her groin, a feeling so intense it made her gasp and wrench her lips away. Why was she reacting to this woman, this person she’d never even met before, in a way she hadn’t even responded to any of the many boyfriends she’d had since her first year in senior high? What was it about this girl that caused Ginny to forget entirely that her whole life she had believed herself to be completely straight?

  With a shake of her head the buxom redhead began kissing her way across the tops of Ginny’s heaving breasts. She pulled Ginny’s shirt down to reveal a red lacy bra and moaned as her tongue caressed the scalloped edges in its search for what lay underneath. With what seemed like a practiced hand, Ginny’s bra was unclasped quickly, leaving the front to gape just enough for the other woman’s lips to find their way to Ginny’s nipple and begin to suckle.

  Ginny moaned deep in her throat, grasping the thick head of hair and pulling her closer in her effort to get more of her rigid and now aching nipple into the warmth. Suddenly Ginny was crying out as a light nibble sent an electric jolt sizzling through her belly to coil tightly in her groin and more juice to trickle from the apex at her thighs. Oh, dear Goddess, please do not let this woman stop what she is doing! I can’t remember it ever being this good with so little effort!

  A knuckle nudged at Ginny’s throbbing sex. The woman snaked her hand over Ginny’s swollen mound, where a finger deftly pulled the scrap of lace aside, slid between wet, thick folds and began stroking slowly back and forth across soft, sensitive flesh. Ginny bucked her hips, trying to move against the hand inside her panties, pushing herself against that tormenting finger. As the digit entered her swollen cunt, a thumb connected with her distended, hypersensitive clit. Ginny closed her eyes as she tilted her head and let out a breathy howl she barely managed to smother with her fist.

  Without warning, a hot, wet mouth replaced the thumb on her pulsing clit, latching on and sucking hard as a second finger joined the first to plunge hard and deep into her aching juicy cunt. Two fingers fucked her while a tongue tortured her oversensitive tip, and Ginny ground her hips into the other girls face, moving involuntarily in an effort to get the woman to go faster. A third finger entered her, stretching her vaginal walls and eliciting an exquisite pain as they forced their way upward, then almost withdrawing completely.

  Ginny whined at the loss, worried suddenly that the woman would stop her delicious assault on Ginny’s willing body, but she need not have feared, because she didn’t have to wait long before all three digits again pushed into her waiting hole and the suction on her clit increased. She could feel the girl curl her fingers forward within her and jolted at the amazing sensation as they connected with her G-spot, another rush of pre-orgasmic fluid seeping down and making the woman’s fingers slicker, easier to move within Ginny’s heated cavity. With a speed that must have been borne of practice, the woman began to pump quickly in and out of Ginny, her fingers pushing and teasing that tiny spot within that tormented her so, but still keeping the desired orgasm at bay. She has done this before, of that I’ve no doubt.

  “Please,” Ginny pleaded, “may I come. Please. I need to so bad. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” She looked down into the woman’s upturned face, noticing the long lashes, the glittering darkness behind her eyes, and the smile Ginny swore her begging words caused within them.

  As if giving into Ginny’s behest, the girl slowed her fingers a little but put more pressure on that inner button they both knew would bring the ultimate release. Turning her head slightly, the woman audibly inhaled the scent of Ginny before pushing one final time into the open canal and ensuring her practiced stroke hit home. Ginny cried out loudly again, aware that she no longer cared if there were others still in the bathroom with them, just as her body erupted in the most intense orgasm she had ever known. She felt the wetness trickle down the insides of her thighs, even as the woman’s tongue now lapped at her in an attempt to devour the sweet nectar coming from Ginny’s pussy.

  Ginny closed her eyes, leaning back against the wall to bask in the euphoric glow now filling her entire body in the aftermath of the amazing encounter. It was with great surprise and immense disappointment when she heard the swish of the outer door close and opened her eyes to find her new lover gone. Hurriedly adjusting her clothing, Ginny ran to the door, and wrenching it open looked both ways down the corridors of the bar. Her shoulders dropped and her heart sank simultaneously as she realized her mysterious bathroom paramour had vanished. Shit, I didn’t even catch her name!

  ***

  Ginny would almost swear she imagined the entire encounter with the unknown woman at the bar last week if it hadn’t been for her soaked panties when she’d gotten home that night. She had never seen this girl on campus before – that she recalled, anyway – and nor had she seen her since. She’d gone out to the Just Off Campus bar again last night in the hope that she would find her mystery lady, but had returned home only a few hours later feeling dejected and somewhat depressed. Perhaps this woman had just been passing through town and had wanted some fun that night, and Ginny had appeared to be the only one who might not complain. She knew her dowdy appearance in comparison to other girls was likely something that screamed out about her lack of partners. Though, Ginny was still somewhat perplexed at how the girl figured she’d be up for doing anything with another girl. She shrugged off the thought, deciding there must have been some form of gaydar that she exhibited unknowingly. Geez, until that night, she’d had no idea she’d like sex with a woman. Now she just wanted more, and with that particular woman.

  Sighing, Ginny closed the textbook she’d been trying for countless hours to study. Though she was good in English, her major course of study, Psychology had proven to be a bit of a challenge, even for a brainiac like her. Her ability to analyze and retain the material was hindered by the fact that her mind certainly wasn’t on her studies. Grabbing a sweater, she pulled on her cross trainers, deciding a run may help clear her mind. She stepped out into the hallway at the exact time her resident mate’s door across the hall opened; an auburn-haired girl wearing sweats and carrying a load of textbooks in her arms stepped out. When Ginny looked up, an automatic smile graced her lips, but when she made eye contact with those sensual dark blue eyes behind the thick-rimmed glasses, she drew in a gasping breath. This was her! The girl from the bar! Holy hell, she was the exchange student from Greece who didn’t speak more than a bit of halted English. No wonder their encounter was completely void of conversation. The girl couldn’t talk to Ginny, nor could she likely understand anything Ginny may have said anyway. Oh, my God, I found her!

  Excitement clouding her mind, Ginny quickly swung around to close her door, automatically thinking to lock it and then intending to approach the dark-eyed stranger. When she pivoted around again, just moments later, she realized she’d missed her chance as she saw the girl disappear around the corner down the hall. What she hadn’t noticed when she turned her back to the exotic foreigner, was the blush that rose in the girl’s cheeks as she ducked her head and moved to quickly escape down the corridor.

  Ginny searched her memory, trying to remember what the student’s name was, bu
t came up blank. She ran down the hallway in the direction the girl had gone but saw no sign of her. Growling at herself, Ginny made her way out the double doors and into the bright but chilly afternoon and took off at a run. She would clear her mind first and try to catch up with the girl later. Stephanie, her party girl roommate who knew the names of almost everyone on campus, mostly because she’d slept with or fooled around with almost every one of them, would know who she was and if she actually lived across the hall.

  Damn, so close this entire time, and yet Ginny had never noticed her before today. She supposed that may have been in part because, until last week, she’d never even thought she had an interest in women. Now she was sure she’d been wrong and intended to explore this new exciting world, hopefully with the exchange student.

  ***

  Caitlin, meaning pure. A form of the Latin Katharina, from the Greek Aikaterina. The name borne by a number of saints, including St. Catherine of Alexandria, a 4th century martyr who suffered torture on a spiked wheel. It is said that people with this name have a deep inner desire to use their abilities in leadership, and to have personal independence. They would rather focus on large, important issues, and delegate the details.

  People with this name are excited by change, adventure, and excitement. They are dynamic, visionary and versatile, able to make constructive use of freedom. They fight being restricted by rules and conventions. They tend to be optimistic, energetic, intelligent, and to make friends easily. They may be changeable, restless, untidy, and rebellious.

  Ginny leaned back in her chair, still staring at the web page. The name seemed to really fit what she had learned about her new friend Caitlin. Stephanie had given her a shit-ton of information on the girl, right down to the day she came here on exchange from Greece and the people she had been seen with since. It seemed Caitlin was a quiet addition to the university campus, in that she rarely went further than the library or her classes with her tutor/translator, but she had engaged a following of the male population that likely covered at least half the sophomores. Apparently there were a number of women followers in the group too.