Steamy Dorm

by Kristine Robinson

  I gasped as I felt a hand undo the button of my jeans. Lips pressed hard against mine as I felt a hand disappear beneath my panties. The sign wasn’t kidding about ‘loose women’ I thought.

  The hand found the moist spot at my pussy entrance and teased the hole before sliding partly inside. I groaned into the kiss and pressed my shoulders back against the wall.

  “Here’s something you’ve probably never seen, newbie!” the one girl said.

  She moved me out of the way and pulled the other girl’s skirt up and her panties down. I groaned and rubbed my own pussy as her tongue licked her friend’s neatly shaved mound.

  The main bathroom door suddenly opened. I froze. Thank god, it wasn’t Jenna or any of her friends. The woman laughed and walked over to another stall.

  ***

  I didn’t have any regrets about what happened in the bathroom or with Jenna that night. It seemed inevitable. Fooling around in the bathroom had revved up my body. I wanted Jenna to fuck me. Our feelings and attraction for each other were undeniable. Jenna pulled my top over my head, after her dress joined the other clothes over her chair.

  “Are you sure, Kaela?” she asked me again.

  I pulled her towards me and fixed my lips on hers. That seemed to answer her question. She put her hands on my butt and squeezed. Her woody scent and green hair reminded me of a fairy or nymph, like in the dream I’d had of her. She took hold of my hand and gently led me over to her bed.

  I had sat on it many times with her before, but this time I lay down next to her, as she trailed her finger down the length of my body. I felt the light pressure travel back up my leg and over my bare stomach.

  “You’re not ticklish?” she asked.

  “No,” I replied.

  “Boo!” she said.

  But when she leaned closer and kissed my flat belly, it sent ripples down my body. The throbbing between my legs was stronger than it had ever been. I felt her lips just beneath my belly button and my pelvic muscles contracted. Jenna giggled and trailed her kisses down lower, until they reached the top of my panties. At least I’d chosen to wear one of my more girly pairs that night. Most of my underwear was more practical than sexy.

  Jenna’s kisses were making my body come alive. I had never felt such longing before. The strange sensation between my legs was growing stronger, throbbing more and more. It felt like I needed something. Some kind of satisfaction. She put her hands on either side of my panties and slowly pulled them over my light brown thighs. I didn’t even let my roommate see me naked and now I was exposing myself totally, to another woman!

  I squirmed when everything was on display.

  “Hey,” Jenna responded, “it’s beautiful!”

  I liked to keep myself neatly trimmed down there, but didn’t have any fancy style like I knew other women did.

  I giggled nervously as she pulled my panties off over my feet. She stood up and removed her own dark blue G-string and matching satin bra, revealing her firm tear-drops. I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes off them when we had our first study session and now that there was nothing covering them, I couldn’t help but gawk.

  Jenna climbed back on the bed and straddled her legs over my thighs. Now her beautiful, naked body was even closer. I could feel her smooth skin against mine. She took hold of my hands and brought them up to her chest. I hesitated for a second and then let my hands grasp the smooth, firm skin. I enjoyed feeling my own breasts when they were soapy in the shower. It felt very different running my hands over Jenna’s. When I was in the shower, I sometimes let my fingers explore my other female parts too. Now I wanted to feel Jenna’s fingers exploring there.

  She kissed the top of my mound and around the edges, teasing me. I felt her finger touching my entrance and groaned. I clasped my hand over my mouth, surprised by the sound. Jenna laughed.

  “It’s okay!” she said, “Make as much noise as you want, Kaela!”

  But I was too embarrassed and bit down on my bottom lip. I bit down harder as I felt her finger go up inside me. I had never had anything inside me before, other than a tampon, and I liked how it felt. I grabbed hold of the sheets in my hand as she pushed up higher, retracted and pushed inside me again. Her woody scent mixed with another scent, my own scent, from inside me.

  I didn’t want her to know I was a virgin and prayed I wouldn’t bleed. The other women had barely penetrated me with her fingers, but Jenna was deep inside me. Her fingers ran over a very sensitive spot inside me and I forgot about my worries as the pleasure consumed me.

  “Oh my god!” I exclaimed.

  My muscles clenched around her finger. I wanted more. Her finger slipped in and out and over the sensitive spot, making me wriggle.

  “Yeah, that’s a good spot, right?” she said.

  I groaned and crunched the sheets in my hand as she fingered me quicker. The throbbing grew more intense and I suddenly felt a strange feeling developing. It felt like something was possessing my body. It drew all my attention and demanded Jenna keep doing exactly what she was doing.

  My breathing came quicker and my whole pelvis became tense. I started to squeal and couldn’t stop myself. The feeling consumed me, as pleasure exploded deep inside me and pulsed out in strong waves through my body.

  “Oh god!” I cried out.

  I tried to bite down on my lip between panting, but couldn’t and let the waves rush over me as I sank back into the bedding. The world had disappeared. All I knew was pleasure and satisfaction from another woman.

  ***

  I had never had much of an interest in Valentine’s Day and thought it just a commercial exploit, but Jenna changed my mind. She booked us tickets to a special Valentine’s can-can show. We were handed a glass of non-alcoholic champagne as we arrived. The glass was so tall and delicate, I didn’t know how to hold it. I looked at Jenna and copied her. I followed her to our small table, in the dim red light. Most of the tables were already occupied and I had to squeeze passed the people seated next to us to get into my chair. I looked around nervously. The stage was hidden by a thick red curtain, arches raised up to the ceiling next to us and candle-like chandeliers hung down.

  The couple to our left were gay and dressed much as the cast would be, I imagined. I tried not to stare, but the one guy had a bare chest with bows on his nipples. I took a sip of my champagne and turned back to Jenna. She had also dressed up for the occasion, or rather undressed. She had a black and white polka dot strapless brassiere. Her nipples were barely covered by a black lace ruffle. Her hair was in plaits which hung over her breasts and was partly hidden by a black hat with a large red rose on the brim.

  I didn’t mind dressing up for “trekkie” parties, but I refused to dress in the fishnet top she had wanted me to wear. When she looked at my jeans and dark sweater, she said: “Aww!”

  Then she wrapped a purple feather boa around my neck. I shook my head and laughed.

  “That’s better at least!” she said.

  Now the feathers were making my neck itchy as waited for the show to start, but I kept it on. I didn’t want to disappoint Jenna. Suddenly music blared and the stage curtains whisked open. Everybody swung their heads in the direction of the noise.

  Jenna leaned up to my ear.

  “This is going to be so awesome!” she said.

  I nodded and squeezed her hand.

  The show was filled with very scantily clad men and women. I was shocked at first, but began to get used to it as another women on the stage, in a red negligee, gyrated on bed with an old mock gilded frame.

  “Oh there’s Beth!” Jenna said, pointing at one of the dancers.

  Beth had shoulder length black hair and a lithe, dancer’s body. Her lips were accentuated by bright red lipstick and she moved her body with particular grace.

  Jenna nudged me with her elbow.

  “She’s brilliant, isn’t she?”

  “She is!” I replied.

  Then I began to wonder how Jenna knew the entrancing dancer. Was she an ex
? I started to watch Beth intensely, as she moved her toned body on the stage, and began to feel something else. It was another strange feeling. When I found my hand suddenly on top of Jenna’s, I realized what it was.

  Had they slept together? Were they still sleeping together? I shifted my weight in my chair. I pictured Jenna and Beth together on the stage’s gilded bed, both in scant lingerie. Beth pushed Jenna backward and climbed on top of her. As Beth lent forward, her panties began to split in the middle. She pressed her ass further into the air and the split revealed her smooth pussy lips. I realized the panties were designed with a slit. Each time Beth arched her butt into the air, I saw her lovely lips. She called me to join her and Jenna on the stage and I found my lips pressed against her satin underwear and my tongue flicking through the slit to her smooth, moist pussy. I watched Beth insert her fingers into Jenna’s creamy cunt.

  She pushed all her fingers in, pulled them out and then pushed her whole fist inside Jenna! I stared.

  “Isn’t that pai-” I began.

  “Oh yeah!” Jenna said.

  If this had been a real show, it would probably be in Amsterdam, I thought, not that I’d been there before. In a few seconds Jenna’s body began to quiver and she groaned as a fine spray emitted from her pussy.

  “On your hands and knees!” Beth ordered me.

  As I looked back at her, I almost choked. She had a giant black dildo strapped to her pelvis.

  “Yes,” she said, “That’s all for you!”

  I gulped. She sidled towards me and pushed my legs further apart. I felt the pressure of the dildo head at my entrance. Beth moved it back and forth over my wet pussy. My clitoris was swollen and each time the dildo rubbed over it, I quivered.

  The tip pressed into my pussy entrance. It wasn’t in deep, but it made me groan. I looked back and saw Beth, grinning wickedly. Then she rammed the dildo up into my pussy. I groaned and arched my back into her thrusts, as I had seen her arching earlier.

  The thick appendage filled my tight pussy and my muscles clenched around it. Beth spanked my ass on the left and then the right as she rode me. When I looked back again, she had a cowboy hat on.

  I felt Jenna’s arm nudge me at the table.

  “Are you okay?” she asked.

  “Yes, I’m fine!”

  Even though I had pictured Jenna and me in a threesome with Beth, I still felt jealous of the luscious dancer. All these desires, longings and feelings were confusing enough. Give me an advanced calculus equation any day! Those made sense! Then I swung to the other end of the emotional spectrum, as Jenna asked me something I hadn’t been expecting.

  “Good,” she replied, “I really enjoy spending time with you, Kaela.”

  She took hold of my hand as my cheeks emulated the venue’s red lighting.

  “I’d really like to go out with you, officially,” she added.

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I didn’t respond, but just stared at her.

  “Did you hear me?” she said, frowning.

  All I could do was nod and grin.

  “Is that a yes?” she asked.

  She was grinning as broadly as I was.

  Chapter 5

  I had promised my parents I would come home for the weekend as I had already skipped out on one visit. I wasn’t looking forward to being back in my old neighborhood. Some of the surrounding areas had been upgraded recently, but not my hood. I got off the bus and stepped onto the cracked paving, up the street from my parent’s house. As I opened the rickety wooden gate and stepped into the front yard, the front door opened and I was greeted by my mother. Her hair was slicked back in a short ponytail. She hopped down the front stairs.

  “My baby!” she exclaimed.

  I shook my head and looked up and down the street.

  “Mother!” I replied.

  She wrapped her arms around me and led me into the house. The peeling yellow paint on the wooden exterior seemed to look worse every time I returned. I had told my brother he needed to come and repaint, but he had odd shifts at work and clearly hadn’t managed to yet.

  I put my backpack down on my bed in my bedroom. The old faded curtains, standalone dresser and pile of clothes stacked on the ironing board, looked the same as my last visit, but somehow the room felt different. I didn’t feel like I belonged there anymore. I walked through to the kitchen and sat down at the round kitchen table. My mom put a sandwich in front of me with the crusts cut off.

  “Thanks mom.”

  “So how’s everything at the university?” she asked.

  She sat down opposite me, in one of the mismatched chairs.

  “Have you made any friends yet?” she continued.

  “Jeez ma, I just got here,” I replied, “Can we hold the interrogation?”

  I had made friends all right, but there was no way I could tell her about Jenna. I picked up the second half of my sandwich and walked out into the backyard. Weeds stood as tall as my waist and the broken doghouse still leaned against the back wall.

  Not much had changed here, but, I realized, I had changed in the last six months. My mom joined me on the back porch and caught me up on all the neighborhood news.

  “And I ran into your karate teacher the other day.”

  “Yeah,” I replied.

  “He wanted to know if you were taking karate classes on campus.”

  I hadn’t been training, but my body had been getting hot from other things! That evening, my mom’s chili heated me up from the inside. It was one of my favorite dishes. As the spicy food settled in my mouth, I sighed.

  “Nothing beats home cooking, huh?” dad joked.

  “So true,” I said between mouthfuls.

  After dinner, I listened to the rain falling heavily on the roof in my bedroom, my toes hidden beneath a knitted blanket. As I sat on my bed, I thought of Jenna and wanted to see her face, but the Wi-Fi connection was too unreliable. I sent her a message from my mobile instead.

  “Missing u!”

  “Missing u 2! Especially that big brain of yours! Chem homework’s a bitch!”

  “☹ only missing my big brain?” I joked.

  A knock on the door interrupted my chat and I quickly flipped my phone over on the bed covers.

  “Yes,” I said.

  “You coming for our evening walk, hun?”

  It was tradition.

  “Be out in a minute, yes!” I replied.

  “Chat l8er. Gotta go. Xxx”

  ***

  I returned to res and to civilization on Monday with much relief. Jenna had invited me to an environmental protest the following Friday. It wasn’t really my thing, but I accepted anyway. I wanted to spend more time with her. She was different from the people I hung out with. Most of her class was going to attend and they had organized a bus to take everyone to the rendezvous point. When we arrived at the park, there were already over a thousand people there.

  Some placards had the president’s face on it and the words “unfit” underneath. One read “Climate change is a health crisis!” and another “Vegans are stopping climate change!”

  Jenna fitted right in with the rest of the greenies and I had to hurry after her as she hopped off the bus and joined the crowd. When I caught up with her, she handed me a banner. I looked down at the wording. Fund green energy.

  “That one fine?” she asked.

  Then she was off into her group again and I hurried after her. I watched her bustling around and organizing the banners and t-shirts for her class and smiled. Her green hair bounced around in two ponytails set high on her head. She was clearly in her element and I was proud of her.

  “Come Kaela!” she called, when the march began.

  I pushed through another group of people, all in green t-shirts, and stood beside her. She took hold of my hand and I felt part of them as we marched with the masses. The rowdy spirit of the crowd was catchy and I soon found myself shouting slogans along with the rest. Jenna turned towards me and kissed me on the lips. I frowne
d. We had never kissed in public before. With all the noise and excitement, I didn’t mind. I giggled to myself and then pulled her closer and kissed her back. It started to rain a few minutes later, but not even that bothered me. Jenna moved a few paces ahead of me in the crowd as the throng moved forward. I saw her touching one of her classmate’s shoulders, another woman. They started laughing. A few seconds later she touched the woman’s arm again.

  After the rally, Jenna and some of her classmates were going to watch Dave Matthew’s perform at a small café. I had never seen him live and tagged along. I sat next to her in the booth. The same woman she had touched earlier was sitting with us. They chatted more about environmental stuff. I didn’t say anything. I wondered if Jenna had forgotten I was there.

  The girl went to dance to one of the songs, in the small gap between the tables and beckoned for Jenna to join her. She did. After a few seconds she looked at me and beckoned for me to come dance too. I shook my head and watched her. She was smiling and laughing, without me.

  After the gig, we all left the venue together. She gave the girl a hug goodbye. In the cab ride home, I was silent.

  “What’s wrong, Kaela?” Jenna asked.

  The cab turned into the street on the border of the university. I sighed irritably.

  “Nothing.”

  “It doesn’t look like nothing. What’s the matter?”

  I thought it would be obvious. She was flirting with another woman and only seemed to remember me when the other girl had left. As we got to the entrance of our res, I finally came out with it.

  “You were flirting with that other girl in your class!” I exclaimed.

  She turned her head to the side and frowned. “Flirting?” she asked. “What are you talking about?”

  “Yeah, you were all over her!” I said.

  I felt like I was outside my body, and someone else was controlling it. I didn’t know how to stop it now that this monster had taken over.

  “Are you talking about Hazel?” she said, her voice louder now too.

  “Hazel! Yeah!”

  “I wasn’t flirting with anyone, let alone Hazel!” she said.