Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  The Lesbian and the Sleeping Virgin

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  Astra is a new Residential Assistant at a prestigious all girls dorm. The people who run the dorm have no idea about Astra's little secret. For as long as she could remember she's been really into girls, and thinks that having no less than fifteen gullible freshmen looking to her for guidance every year would probably be like a special kind of heaven. She's right.

  When innocent Ellie-May lets herself party too hard for the very first time, she ends up being assisted back to the dorm by some friends and Astra is waiting. Like any good RA, she slips into Ellie-May's room to make sure she is ok...

  Kinks/Sub-Genres

  Sleep Sex, Lesbian, Dubious Consent, Straight Girl Used By Lesbian, Schoolgirl

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  I’m a good respectable girl, they’d all say. I always received excellent grades on all my papers. I never broke the rules of the all-girls dorm by trying to sneak boys in. I got along with everybody, both my fellow students and the full-time staff. I participated in a number of extra-curricular activities. I was an excellent candidate to be a residential assistant after my first year in the dorm.

  They didn’t know me very well. I was, unbeknownst to anybody back in my hometown or many people in my college town, really into girls. Who wouldn’t be? Girls are all soft and curvy in the right places and smell like heaven. Not like those smelly, hairy, men who can only think with their dicks. Mmmm, yes, give me a girl any day of the week.

  Even in this day and age I didn’t feel comfortable coming out for what I really was, a normal girl that liked other girls. On the rare occasions when my parents used the word ‘lesbian’ they said it like they had the taste of shit in their mouth. It cut me deep every time I thought about what the people who were supposed to love me the most would do if they knew about me.

  Still, there were upsides to my sexual orientation, even when I was still in high school. I saw things in the locker rooms that the guys of my school would have traded a testicle to see. All the cheerleaders, all the hottest girls, hot, sweaty, naked and committed to memory, mine to keep forever, in a way.

  Whenever we managed to scam our way into nightclubs and some guy was hitting on one of my friends, or myself, whom we did not want to have anything to do with, I’d always ‘save the day’ by claiming that said friend and I were lesbians. The guys would invariably ask us to kiss and we invariably did.

  It was a good deal. The guys got a hot show, which seemed to stop them from bothering us anymore, they usually moved on to other potentially-heterosexual women. My friends got random guys off their cases. I got to kiss some truly beautiful teen girls, and feel their bodies pressed up against mine in the most sensual kinds of ways we could manage on the dance floor. And if they ever thought I was kissing too deeply or maybe with a bit too much tongue… well that could all be explained away by just saying I was an excellent actress, and we got rid of the guy, didn’t we?

  I think those early days are where my penchant for straight girls came from. Even though I was a lesbian, those women with shaved heads, hairy armpits and army boots never did anything for me. If I wanted a man I would have dated men.

  Nope, I’ve always had a thing for the girliest girly girls I could find, the more innocent the better. The cherry on the cake was if I could find a straight girl and ‘corrupt’ her over to ‘our’ side. I loved the idea of providing a girl’s first sexual experience with another girl, it was absolutely intoxicating, like being drunk on some kind of power that provided me with the most intense, most wet, orgasms that I’d ever had.

  So yes, I was a good student, and I didn’t make any trouble. Well, not the kind of trouble the staff were used to seeing at the prestigious all-girl dorm I lived in during my freshman year. I participated in so many extra-curricular activities because, for example, I liked soccer but I loved being in the changing room with all those athletic young women two or three times a week even more.

  Then, towards the end of my freshman year, I got the idea to become a residential assistant. The thought of all those teen girls coming into the dorm, the first time really out from under their parents’ control, and all looking to me for guidance sent a shiver down my spine that ended up as a tingle in my pussy.

  A new batch every year, just for me, for the duration of my studies sounded like a pretty good deal. I knew how wasted freshmen got when they first realised that they could go out and do more or less whatever they wanted without being grounded when they returned home. They became much more open to the idea of ‘experimentation’. I mean, as my friends showed back in high school, any girl will pretty much kiss any other girl just for the hell of it, but in college, I could push them further, and more often than ever before. College was heaven, and I thought becoming an RA would be like some crazy, wonderful, inner circle of heaven. I was right.

  I had to go to college early to be briefed on what my responsibilities as an RA were and then there I was, with the keys to the rooms of no less than fifteen freshman college girls, whom I was directly responsible for. They would be arriving over the next week or two and I hoped and prayed that at least some of them were little-miss-goody-two-shoes that I could defile in the naughtiest ways. The higher they start, the further they fall.

  I came from an agriculture-heavy area of the country, so when my little unknowing-future-converts gradually arrived and started settling into their rooms one-by-one, I couldn’t help but describe them as a ‘bumper-crop’. I would have gladly gone to bed with any one of them, kissed them on both lips so they grew to love their own flavour, but there was one that stood out from the rest.

  Ellie-May Murphy was a petite wee thing from the bible belt. She was stunningly gorgeous like the girl next door you once saw sunbathing in the back yard and then could never get out of your mind, as opposed to porn-star hot. Every pore of her body seemed to ooze innocence as if she could be scandalised by even the tamest of Saturday morning children’s television broadcasting. If I lived in a corny movie I would have seen visions of her running towards me in slow motion through a field of flowers.

  Ellie-May was home-schooled right through high school and she looked upon college life with wide-eyed wonder as if she’d never even imagined anything like it. Parties seemed to spring into life out of nowhere at the drop of a hat, guys streaking drunk and naked through campus on dares or as part of their hazing rituals for frat houses, some girls too I noted. Taboo conversations about who scored what hot guy and how big their dicks were floated out of open doors so that any doe-eyed god-fearing girl might have to blush and hold her schoolbooks closer to her chest as she rushed past to her room.

  She was a virgin, saving herself for marriage, for the right man. What a waste that would be, I thought. A man could never appreciate her little body like I would, would never go down on her until she came over and over again. She was the most innocent straight girl I’d ever seen, and I wanted her bad.

  That was a problem though, she was too innocent, too straight-and-narrow. She didn’t drink, didn’t go to social occasions that were all about drinking, never let her guard down. She was the one I wanted the most, but I didn’t seem to have any opportunities.

  With an inner-sigh, life went on and I made do with what I had. I savoured my weekly showers with dozens of fit young college girls after sports practice, occasionally went to the one gay bar in town, and had managed to seduce no less than three of my fifteen charges when they had each stumbled home after an inebriated night out.

  Those were the best experiences of the year thus far. I loved unlocking their doors and closing them behind me, the click sounded like victory. The conversations usually moved surprisingly quickly from ‘Hi, x, I heard you stagger in and just thought I’d check in on you’ to ‘why is your hand sliding up my thigh, Astra?’ to ‘have you ever thought about being with a girl?’ t
o a flood of pussy juice all over my face as a young girl who called herself straight came like a slut for me. Then they felt compelled to return the favour.

  Ellie-May was on my mind every day though, and I felt my heart race with a huge surge of excitement one Saturday evening when I heard that a few of the girls had managed to convince her to head on down to the student bar with them. The hours dragged on until I thought maybe they weren’t coming back that night at all, but thankfully at about three in the morning I heard laughter and a few ‘woohoo’s from downstairs as they returned to the dorm.

  I waited for them to make their way to our floor, standing outside my door in my bathrobe ready to give them my best keep-it-quiet-people-are-trying-to-sleep speech. I had to keep up appearances, after all. The elevator door opened and I took a deep breath, but stopped before I even began.

  “Jesus, is she ok?”

  With arms draped over the necks of two other girls, Ellie-May’s head was slumped forward and she didn’t appear to be bearing any of her own weight on her feet, instead being dragged home like a sack of potatoes.

  “Yeah, she just can’t handle her alcohol, or maybe somebody slipped her something. It’s hard to say, she got pretty wasted pretty quick. No harm, no foul though, we looked after her. Once we saw she was too far gone, we stepped in whenever some guy tried to put the moves on her, did the old ‘we’re lesbians’ routine, worked every time.”

  I couldn’t hold back a wry smile as I shook my head. How they’d managed to convince the highly-religious Ellie-May to dress in a skirt that short I had no idea, but I was more certain of the fact that once everybody had gone to bed I’d be going in to ‘check on her’.

  “OK, well, get her into her room, and be quiet about it, people are trying to sleep.”

  “Thanks, Astra, hey can you help me with my chemistry assignment tomorrow?”

  “That’s what I’m here for,” I said with wry-smile unabated.

  I waited for a few minutes behind my closed door while the girls either slumped into bed or managed to lurch their way through their bedtime routines of removing make-up and brushing their teeth. It wasn’t long before all was quiet on the western front and I slipped out into the hallway, making my way straight to Ellie-May’s room. The other girls were certainly drunk enough to be pliable, and sexy as all hell in their own right, but this might have been my only chance with Ellie-May, so I had to take it.

  I didn’t bother knocking, I just slipped my key in and opened the door, locking it behind me. I flicked on the light switch and saw that the girls had basically put Ellie-May in the recovery position under her blankets. The glare of the crappy fluorescent tube light was a bit harsh so I walked over and turned on Ellie-May’s desk lamp, pointing it towards the ceiling before switching the main light off again.

  Much better, the soft reflected light was bright enough to see everything I wanted to see. I walked over and sat on the edge of the drunken girl’s bed and called her name softly. Ellie-May didn’t respond at all, just continued breathing deep and evenly. I brushed some of her blonde hair back from her face to see her eyes twitching rapidly behind her eyelids.

  I grabbed her shoulder and gave her a little shake, once more calling her name and frowning slightly. Wow, she was really out of it. For all the effect my shaking and calling had on the sleeping girl, I might as well have not been in the room at all.

  It almost physically pained me to be so close to the most attractive girl I’d ever seen in my life, I wanted her, I needed her, but what if I couldn’t wake her up? I looked down at her peacefully sleeping face and felt a tingling between my legs, then bit my lower lip. I was going to take her anyway. If she never drank again while at the dorm then at least I took my chance when I had it, if she did, then I’d try her again then too!

  I stood for a moment and untied my bathrobe, letting it fall to the floor, leaving me wearing only a silky pair of pale purple boxer shorts. I ran my hands down over my body as I looked at Ellie-May, my rock-hard nipples sending jolts of pleasure through my body as my palms glided over them, before lifting the edge of the blankets and hopping into bed with the unconscious teen.

  With a gentle push, I rolled my sleeping beauty on to her back and straddled her, my upper body hovering over hers with a gap of only a few inches between us. I could feel the heat rising off of her, it made my pussy start to dampen already just being so close to such a wonderful prize.

  Glancing along the length of our bodies I saw my large breasts hanging down directly over the small bumps beneath her shirt. Such contrast in size! I wondered if Ellie-May’s nipples were ultra-sensitive like other petite girls I had seduced over the years. Hell, as turned on as I was, my own nipples were almost off the sensitivity scale, every incidental brush was almost making me gasp in bliss.

  Ellie-May’s subtle perfume wafted up around me, combined with the scent of some strawberry lip balm she was wearing adding a fruity aroma to the mixture. It was a heady mixture and I inhaled it deeply, she really was the most innocent little thing I’d ever straddled. The girls had put her to bed in the same clothes she’d gone out in, minus the shoes, and I suddenly thought that if you just gave her a tie and some pigtails she would look like a classic sexy little schoolgirl.

  Well, I didn’t have a tie, but I did have some hair ties. I’d conveniently had my own hair tied back in a ponytail and had used two of them. I reached up and pulled my hair free before carefully collecting and bunching Ellie-May’s up into two pigtails. I sat up and admired my handy-work, she looked good enough to eat.

  I pulled the covers up over my shoulders and lowered my upper body on to the passed out virgin, feeling my heavy breasts squash against her, practically engulfing her much smaller tits. Ellie-May’s lips were parted and I slowly, teasing and tantalising myself, brought my mouth to hers, slipping my tongue over the tender surface and tasting strawberries until my tongue was touching hers.

  I kissed her deeper and deeper, my lips sucking at her and my jaws working until Ellie-May’s mouth was wide open for my swirling tongue to dance with hers. I felt a spark of pleasure shoot from my clit to my belly when I thought that this could very well be Ellie-May’s first kiss ever. It probably wasn’t, but it was definitely going to be the first kiss that led to being fucked in her whole life.

  I pulled back from the kiss, sucking so hard that I think I raised her head off the pillow an inch or two before it fell back with a loud, squelchy, smacking sound as our lips parted. Running my fingers through her hair, I took a moment to just admire her girl-next-door beauty from close up. I was overjoyed that Ellie-May’s parents had saved this treasure just for me, but a part of me thought it was also a waste, a girl as hot as this should be kissed, cuddled, and fucked hard, non-stop.

  All those orgasms not given or received, the poor thing. I was going to change that as soon as possible, and enjoy every moment of the journey to get there. I reluctantly leaned back again, the front of my body feeling cold after being pressed up against the hot teen for a few minutes, reaching for the buttons on her shirt. Each one popped open easily, revealing a small gap that soon became a wide channel of bare skin, broken only by her bra.

  I thought I was going to faint with delight when her belly button was revealed to me. It just looked so perfect on the firm and toned stomach, Ellie-May must have spent a lot of time down at the gym, or something, to stay in such fantastic shape. I shuffled backwards so I could lean down and kiss her taut navel all around that belly button, sliding my hands upwards along her smooth skin between the parted halves of her unbuttoned shirt until I was kneading both of her breasts through her barely necessary bra.

  Shuffling even further backwards, I trailed my long hair down her bare skin, sure it would have made her shiver in anticipation if she had been awake. I felt a zip at the side of her skirt and slowly pulled it down, the tight piece of clothing loosening instantly.

  With a finger and thumb holding on to the hem of her skirt, I tugged on one side and then the other, gradua
lly lowering it until it was level with her knees and I was able to slide it off entirely. Even in the soft reflected glow of the desk lamp, Ellie-May’s panties stood out as pure blazing white, like even her underwear was a symbol of her virginity. The wry smile returned to my face when I saw that the only decoration on her panties was a pair of cherries.

  Almost to my surprise, I felt a trickle of my own pussy juices tickling my leg as a single drip escaped my slit. This innocent little teen had me absolutely overflowing with anticipation already, I needed to see her most carefully guarded places.

  With hands that were almost shaking in eagerness, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties at each hip and pulled until I felt the elastic twang over the curve of her ass and slide down her thighs. At first I thought Ellie-May didn’t have any pubic hair at all, but looking closer, I saw that it was simply very sparse and blonde, matching the tone of her now-pigtailed hair almost exactly. When I reached out to stroke it, I let my breath out in appreciation for how soft it was, marvelling at the young girl’s physical perfection, hidden away all these years.

  My fingertips continued stroking downwards until the middle one sunk between the folds of her sex, each of Ellie-May’s pussy lips peeking around the side. Under my finger I felt the small nub of the passed out teen’s clit and she let out the first sign that she was, to any degree, still aware of her surroundings.

  “Mmmmm,” she moaned with drunken happiness.

  My finger was already past her clit, I was pressing against her tight entrance like her pussy was a fingerprint reader. Despite the wet heat I could feel under my touch, I froze, thinking she might be waking up. When she did nothing more, I let out a sigh of relief before moving myself from straddling her lower legs to forcing them apart with my knees so I could crouch down between them.