Steamy Dorm

by Kristine Robinson

  “So, Brett?” Lucia asked before I sat down.

  “He really is nobody,” I said, getting comfortable again in front of my burger. I looked from Sam to Lucia, and back to Sam. I hoped that we were about to share, but the environment wasn’t conducive with any sort of intimate sharing.

  “Let’s pick up a bottle of wine or two and go back to our dorm…” Sam said. I knew she meant grape juice, sparkling of course, and some snacks. We were going to have an all-nighter, I assumed correctly. There had been a few of these over the last couple of months, but I have never really been involved.

  Tonight, I thought that I would be, in the conversation at least.

  We passed the supply store, a local dive that stocked up all the campus favorites, crisps, cookies, juices, brownies. Real comfort food. I hoped that comfort food tonight would translate into conversation food. Still, I was sure that I wouldn’t press. I wouldn’t have to, though, I knew. Lucia was here, and they had shared more than I think they both wanted to on the many nights of not-quite-slumber parties. Maybe the addition of me to the mix would be just the catalyst needed for a complete reveal.

  “Let’s settle on the floor,” Sam said, already pulling her mattress off the bed. I pulled mine off the bed too, and we joined the two in the center of the room. I through sheets and covers over the combined raised flooring, while Sam and Lucia put our snacks into bowls.

  We settled down comfortably on the floor, in various stages of undress. I was the most dressed, pajama shorts and a tiny tank. Lucia and Sam wore campus t-shirts and the tiniest panties. It was comfortable, though, and I wasn’t intimidated. There was no way for anything sexual to happen here, I hoped. Sam seemed to have resigned herself to the fact that we were just roommates.

  I thought briefly of Brett. And then I thought of the other guys on campus that had caught my attention. Yes, they were hot, but I had sort of decided that I would put boys off until next year. In my second year I would be more comfortable, more relaxed, and more ready to mingle. If not though, I would leave it for my third year.

  I wondered how I should restart the conversation that we were so close to having at the pub again, watching Sam and Lucia throw Whispers into each other’s mouths. Sam tried to throw a Whisper into my mouth, but she missed. She tried a few more times, and then stopped. I knew she blamed me for her lack of aim. I knew I was to blame for not positioning my mouth just right.

  “So, the semester is almost over,” Lucia said.

  “Yes, and I don’t feel like we really know each other,” Sam said, and I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or to her friend. I knew she was referring to me though, but this was not going to be that conversation. I didn’t know her too well either, and I really wanted some hints into her psyche. Anything that would let me know what her reasons for her sexual exploration and dare I say, liberation, were.

  Chapter Eight

  “Okay, I’ll go first,” I said, trying to think of a story that I could tell, or make up, that would be engaging, and leading.

  “No, me first,” Lucia said. She lay on her stomach and sipped slowly on her glass, making it look even more like wine. Thankfully it wasn’t, though. I didn’t know why I was so anti-drinking. I don’t think I was, just that I knew that I was still too young for this indulgence.

  “Okay let’s hear it. Tell us something that you have never told anybody before,” Sam said.

  “I’m still a virgin,” she replied, quickly. We weren’t shocked, not really. Or maybe we were, but we hid it very well.

  “Really?” I asked, knowing that I myself was a virgin. But I was obviously a virgin, so I knew this story, or rather this confession, wouldn’t carry any weight.

  “Really. I just haven’t met anybody that I want to lose it to, you know. I’m also not sure if I want to lose it to a man…or… a… woman,” she said, adding spice to her confession so that both Sam and I sat up just a little bit more.

  “The plot thickens,” Sam said, and she almost winked at her. I knew that something had happened between the two of them, but I wasn’t sure how far it had gone. I knew that Lucia was still intact, though, and this made me wonder, more deeply, what two women did when they got together.

  It was my turn now, though, and I knew that I needed to make my story interesting, at the very least.

  “I’ve always wanted to be involved in an orgy,” I said. I don’t even know where that came from, totally catching myself by surprise.

  “What?” Lucia asked, and I looked away. I was a little embarrassed, but not really. I had no idea what the dynamics of an orgy were, and what the repercussions would be of engaging in this activity, but I had already said it. I didn’t have any answers for these follow-up questions, though.

  “It’s true. I’ve always been intrigued by the thought of it. I don’t think I would ever to do it, but the thought has always fascinated me. And that’s all I’m saying about that!” I concluded, and looked at Sam. I really hoped that she would have the best story. She really was a good storyteller, but I hoped that the story that we would be told now is the truth.

  “I have been involved in an orgy,” Sam said.

  It was Lucia and I who sat up now, propped up with intrigue. We really wanted details. Perhaps this was the best segue into her past. I hoped it was. I really hoped it was. Please, lord, let it be!

  “It was two girls and one guy. I was the second female. It was interesting,” she continued, and then she paused, long.

  “Dish girl, come on. You can’t leave us hanging,” Lucia said. She seemed to be more interested than I was in this story.

  “Patience, my dear,” Sam said, and she sipped slowly on her drink now. I also sipped my own grape juice, as anxious for her to continue, but saying nothing towards this end. I knew that she would make us wait if we insisted, just for dramatic effect.

  “I enjoyed the woman more than the man,” she said, before adding, “and that is all I’m going to say about that!”

  So there really wasn’t a backstory to this lesbian thing. She was just presented with two possibilities and she realized what she liked, what she really wanted. I was a little disappointed. I really wanted there to be more to this that just that. I hoped there would be.

  But, apparently, not!

  “There’s just something about being touched by a woman. Something about touching another woman. Men are aggressive, you know. They are hard, in more ways that are obvious. I hate men.” Okay, she was giving a little more detail. If we don’t push her, I thought, she would be even more forthcoming.

  “I don’t hate men,” Lucia said. She was feeding herself Whispers now, and it looked like she also had a few pertinent pieces of information to add. She didn’t, though.

  “I do. They take what they want, and they don’t give you a choice. And then they leave you to recover on your own, discarded like a wet rag.” Sam really was hurt, and I hoped that she would stop talking now. There really was no need for her to continue. I hated the fact that I wanted this story, now. Regret mixed with concern inside me and I just wanted to hug her.

  We chatted about lighter subjects for the rest of the night, and fell asleep on the makeshift bed, all three of us. We sort of held each other, and sort of didn’t. It was a very comfortable situation, and I was happy. The end of the semester was really fast approaching, and I realized that I had, at last, made friends. I hoped I had, at least, because this would make the second semester a whole lot more bearable.

  We woke up the next day and went for breakfast. We chatted as easily as we had the night before. In the weeks that followed we hung out together a lot more, and it got more and more comfortable. There were really no more innuendos about sex, and I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t a little disappointed.

  I remembered how Brett had treated me, how he had acted towards me. If this was his game, his strategy, then it really was weak. I missed the men back home, the boys who just said what they meant and meant what they said. Navigating varsity was really a
very different beast, and I was going to have to learn very quickly how to traverse it.

  Chapter Nine

  The semester was coming to an end, and I had made it. I was glad that I had, but I was even happier that I was about to see my parents again. It had really been too long, and I missed Kansas more than I cared to admit to myself out loud.

  “So, you excited about leaving?” Sam asked me, passing me a slice of pizza across the rug on the floor of our room.

  “Very…” I responded, letting her touch my fingers as I took the pie.

  We had been skirting this issue for a very long time, and since that night at the beginning of the semester in the bedroom at the frat house, nothing had happened. I had played with the idea, and I knew that Samantha had played with the idea. But I think she was aware that I was not comfortable with this, and I loved that she respected this.

  I had gotten to know Sam, though, in the past few months. And getting to know her I had started to like her, more and more. I was still confused though by this liking, not sure what it meant for me and how I understood and knew myself. I had started dating Brett, but that lasted a month. And nothing happened between us, partly because I was not ready, and also because Sam had really got under my skin.

  We ate in silence, and then drank the remainder of our root beers in as much silence. The silence wasn’t awkward, it wasn’t uncomfortable. But the space between us seemed to grow with each moment that passed. This growing distance made me feel a little strange, and I wondered again what this meant.

  Sam moved closer to me suddenly, and I froze. I couldn’t move out of the way, nor did I want to. This moment was a long time coming and I figured that it was just time to know what the possibility of this would be. I just had to know.

  She held my face in her delicate hand, and I moved my face into her grip. I couldn’t help myself. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to touch her. What I was absolutely sure of was that I wanted her to touch me. My head flooded with memories of the first night she touched me like this.

  As her face came close to mine I dropped the can, fortunately it was empty, and before I knew it her lips were on my face. Not on my mouth, but all over my face, my cheeks, my chin, my forehead, my eyelids. Then she was kissing my head, gently pulling my face down. I was hot, all over. I knew that I was not going to stop her. It just felt so right, suddenly. I felt prepared for this, more so than I had been the first time.

  The aggression of the first time caught me completely off-guard

  “I think we need to face what’s happening here,” she said, and I wasn’t sure how to response.

  “Please, don’t speak,” I whispered, not wanting the complication of explaining what was happening here before I knew what exactly it was.

  Now Sam came for my mouth, and as her lips touched to mine, I felt my face flush red. I couldn’t open my eyes, thinking hard about how I was about to navigate Sam’s lips. There was no need for any concern, though, because Samantha seemed to know exactly what she was doing, and what she wanted to do.

  Her tongue slipped into my mouth so easily that it felt like it had always been there. I didn’t nothing with it, for a moment, and then I started to move my own tongue against hers. We danced into each other’s mouths so comfortably that the awkwardness of that first tongue wrestling was now completely forgotten. What I did remember though was the first time her lips touched mine. It was suddenly confirmed for me that she had known for a very long time that this was going to happen.

  Actually, I think I knew this too.

  “Beautiful,” she said, when she moved her mouth off mine. Before I could respond, she was kissing me again, and I was kissing her too, with a little more enthusiasm than ever before. We were both suddenly invested in this kiss, and the natural progression of it, where we were going to go from here, was suddenly revealed to me, like streetlamps coming on one at a time to light up a tree-lined, moonlit avenue.

  Her hand moved underneath my top, and as her fingers grazed my nipples, warmth filled my chest. Moisture started to pool between my thighs, and my inner-clock was ticking madly, my internal drum beating profusely.

  Sam gripped my breast in its entirety now. It fit perfectly in her hand. She squeezed it gently at first, and then harder. Her mouth was still connected to mine, as her other hand found my other breast. Again she was squeezing, more aggressively this time. It felt amazing, and my thighs were dripping with moisture now.

  I started t murmur. I wanted to ask her to touch me between my legs, but thought better of it. I was still unsure, knowing just that everything that she was doing to me now felt amazing.

  “Are we going to do this?” she asked at last.

  Again I couldn’t articulate a response. I just nodded my head, giving her permission to do with me what she wanted. I knew that I had to be involved somehow, that I had to return the many beautiful favors she was meting out on me. But I just couldn’t, not yet. I was in total euphoria, just enjoying what she was doing to me too much.

  Sam helped me out of my tank top, and in the absence of a bra, my breasts clung to my chest, almost fearfully. I knew just then that there was no turning back now, and that we were going to go all the way tonight.

  Chapter Ten

  Sam’s hand were off me for the time it took her to take her own top and shorts off. Then she helped me out of my shorts, and my nerves returned. As she pulled my panties down my heart fluttered so hard that my breasts looked like they were about to shake right off my chest. As she pulled my tiny lace panties down with one hand she pushed me down onto my back, and I closed my eyes.

  “Thank you,” Sam said, and immediately placed her mouth on my femininity. I couldn’t breathe, and as she delicately devoured every part of my moist honeypot, I started to pant, softly at first, and then very, very loudly.

  Her tongue moved in and out of me, taking with it the excessive amounts of moisture literally now flowing out of me. She pushed hard against all my walls, pressing her intentions into me, and then releasing me just long enough for her, and me, to catch our breaths. I had never experienced such pleasure, and I hadn’t anticipated that it would feel this good. When I started to cum directly into her mouth I couldn’t stop myself, and she apparently didn’t want me to.

  “No, no… Thank you…” I whispered. Actually I more panted it, but the words came out all the same.

  She moved her mouth up my belly and soon was kissing my mouth again. I tasted myself on her lips, and this turned me on even more. When she started to go into me with just one and then two fingers, I wasn’t even aware of it for the first minute or so. Then I was, and I knew that it was time for me to get involved.

  I felt around between her own legs, pressing my finger against the soft, somewhat engorged flesh outside of her entrance. Then tentatively, I started to search for her entrance, in total awe of the expertise she was showing on mine. When I found her lips, and then started to go into her, she too started panting, and I knew, or hoped rather, that I was doing something right. She deserved as much pleasure as she was giving to me, and I needed to ensure that I was delivering just that.

  Our fingers moved around inside each other, two fingers, and then three fingers. She was moaning loudly now, and then groaning. Then she started to grunt, sort of, a primal sound, a very erotic sound. I wasn’t aware of what was happening until she sprayed a copious amount of moisture from her depths all over my hand.

  She didn’t skip a beat on me, though. The closer she brought me to my own end, my second end, I closed my eyes and relaxed into it. As I came for the second time, I yelped, and opened my eyes, embarrassed by the sound that had just come out of my mouth.

  Without thinking too much about it, I started to move my own mouth towards her now moist, wet center. She didn’t try to stop me. I didn’t expect that she would. I got to the place where her thighs met in a glorious ensemble of tenderness, and put my mouth on her. I was kissing her first, gently moving my lips over every part of her beautifully shaven mound. Then
I parted her lips with my tongue, and started to enter her.

  The entry was effortless!

  She tasted like heaven, and I started to lap up all the liquid still oozing from her. Thirstily, I drank from her love fountain, moving my tongue in and then out, all the way in and then almost all the way out of her. She was moaning softly now, and I knew that I had reached her spot. I felt good about myself and this made me more confident. Holding her legs apart further, I was really digging into her with my tongue now, drawing louder more intense moans from her. Who would have known that being with a woman would be so satisfying?

  The sounds she was making as I ate her out satisfied me more even than her fingers, or her mouth. When she started to cream into my mouth, I was the one hungrily lapping up the product of her orgasm. I kept my mouth on her, sucking hard, licking hard, and even biting. She seemed to be coming down from her orgasm, and then she was suddenly on a collision course with her third. I went harder onto her and into her and soon she was screaming, letting me know that I was as good with my mouth as she was with hers.

  “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” she asked, and I was suddenly embarrassed.

  “Never,” I said, eventually, bringing my face up to hers.

  We stared at each other for the longest time. Words were not necessary now. The look in her eyes mimicked mine exactly, and I was sure at last what was going on here. I was falling in love with Sam, and I was sure that she was falling in love with me too. She had actually fallen in love with me long before I knew that this kind of love was even a possibility for me.

  My head was filling fast with thoughts of what this meant for me now. How would I tell my parents? Would I? Not yet, I thought. At least I knew that we would have visits to Kansas, maybe even her home. There was nothing that would give away the true nature of our relationship, provided we were careful. The many possibilities of me and Sam suddenly excited me. And I knew that whatever became of it, I was going to make sure that I enjoyed every minute of this beautiful ride…