Dormitory Dearest: A Sweet Lesbian Romance

by Nicolette Dane

  “I can’t believe you made me sing for my shirt,” I said. Hosannah and I had crawled into bed together after making up and afterwards, as we chatted, I told her about my audition and she demanded I sing my song for her. She was so insistent on it that she teasingly kicked me out of her bed and wouldn’t let me put on my t-shirt until she got her way.

  “You don’t have to put on your t-shirt immediately,” she whined, falling down on her pillows, giving me indolent bedroom eyes. Hosannah sweetly blew a kiss at me and my heart melted.

  “What do you want to see?” I asked innocently. “This?” I quickly lifted my shirt up to expose one of my breasts, hiding it again with the t-shirt just as quickly as I’d uncovered it.

  “Ooh,” said Hosannah, squirming into the sheets. “I like.”

  “You just watched me bounce around topless and sing to you,” I said matter-of-factly.

  “I liked that too,” she purred.

  “What about this?” I said, reaching down and taking hold of the elastic band of my panties. In a swift motion, I tilted the front fabric of my panties down to reveal my orange fur. Then I released the elastic and let them snap back up.

  “Mm hmm!” said Hosannah, nuzzling her face into her pillow while her arms snaked up underneath it, her eyes trained on me. “Pretty.”

  “Or this?” I said, turning around and pulling the back of my panties down to reveal my ass. I let my rear hang out for a moment before pulling my panties back up and flipping back toward Hosannah.

  “You’re so sexy, Tasha,” cooed Hosannah in a low, sultry voice. “You’re perfect.”

  “Nah uh,” I said, slowly slinking over toward the bed, playing innocent, my bare feet slipping over the carpet. As I reached the bed, I positioned my hands on the edge of the mattress and perched toward Hosannah. Her bed was slightly lofted up from the ground, underneath stuffed with plastic bins full of clothes and other sundries.

  “Yeah huh,” said Hosannah. She reached a single hand out for me and slid two fingers into the elastic of my panties, lazily pulling at them. I felt a cool air down my front.

  “What do you like about me?” I asked shyly, loving Hosannah’s attention down at my torso. There was something so undeniably amazing about someone pawing at your underwear. Feeling desired had no rival.

  “What do I like about you?” she repeated, widening her eyes. “Do you want me to write a paper?”

  “If that’s what it takes,” I teased. “No, I’m kidding. Just a little list… so I know.”

  “Mostly just your pussy,” she said, her hand diving down into my panties and giving me a quick rub. My heart fluttered and I reflexively sighed as she touched me.

  “There’s got to be more to me than that,” I said, my eyes closing, my body relaxing into her hand. Her fingers massaged me, her palm pressing up against my hair. I could feel myself dampen between my legs.

  “Of course,” said Hosannah, now removing her hand from my panties. Our eyes met and she grabbed my hands, pulling me back down into the bed. I happily fell and cuddled up against her.

  “So…” I said. “What is it?”

  “I think what attracts me most to you,” began Hosannah. “Is that you’re such a cute geek. I mean that in the nicest way possible,” she said with a smile.

  “I’m definitely a nerd,” I confirmed.

  “But you’re adorable,” she said. “You’re smart and funny and goofy and you don’t see that in yourself sometimes, or you don’t let it shine,” said Hosannah. I shifted around in the bed so that we lied together face to face, our eyes peering deep into one another. “You’re just hidden in there,” she continued. “But I see someone special.”

  “Thanks,” I said. I moved in closer and tenderly kissed her with an audible wet smacking sound. We then began kissing in unison, enveloping each other in our arms, holding tight, letting our mouths coalesce in yearning devotion. I felt an anticipatory tingle move up my spine, giving me a shiver, but I remained steadfast against Hosannah’s mouth, eager for the connection with her.

  “Mmm,” moaned Hosannah softly, pulling back from me and smiling. “You,” she murmured with a unrepentant smile.

  “Me,” I said happily.

  “What do you like about me?” she said, offering up another sweet kiss, our noses rubbing together. “Are you just in my bed because I was the first girl to say yes?” Hosannah grinned at me, squeezing my side gently.

  “I think you’re just so, so pretty,” I said, feeling a seriousness wash over me. “Like, heartbreakingly pretty. I love your dark hair and pale complexion, the light freckling under your eyes. These loose strands of hair,” I said, pushing my fingers against an errant tendril of Hosannah’s hair.

  “Just another pretty face,” she said, still teasing me.

  “No,” I countered, looking down. “C’mon.”

  “Get in here with me,” said Hosannah, opening up the sheet she was wrapped in. Underneath the sheet she was naked, still undressed from our earlier romp, and I eagerly maneuvered myself around to get inside with her. My hands automatically reached out for her bare skin, feeling the softness of it, exploring the curve of her back and down to the top of her rear.

  “I like how you’re so accepting of me,” I said, still feeling her body. Hosannah’s hands moved around me as well, pushing up into the backside of my t-shirt and pulling me closer. “I really need that acceptance right now.”

  “I know, babe,” she whispered. “I understand.”

  “I’m so scared to come out,” I said. I felt such an intense closeness to Hosannah in that moment. It was easy to come out to Hosannah, and even to tell Henry firmly that I was a lesbian, because the stakes were pretty low in those situations. Hosannah was becoming my lover and confidante, while Henry would become a close friend. These people, and even the others in the ALOHA program, they were a safe place. But to really come out meant telling my family and that was just frightening.

  “I know,” she said. “I don’t have any answers to make it better. I know it’s hard, coming from where you come from.”

  “How did you do it?” I asked.

  “Well,” she started, her eyes rolling back slightly as she remembered. “First, I think it’s funny that we both come from Irish Catholic backgrounds but we had such a different experience.”

  “Your parents aren’t super strict or overbearing or anything?” I said.

  “They were when I was a kid,” she said. “Like, a little kid. But my parents divorced when I was fourteen and the whole thing just dissolved really,” said Hosannah wistfully. “It was all just a farce. They were just as oppressed by their religious weirdness as I was. And their divorce ended all that.”

  “So when did you come out to them?” I said.

  “In high school,” said Hosannah. “Because of their divorce, going back and forth between houses, I was liberated in a way. I hung out with the alternative kids, you know?” she said with a reminiscent smile. “The punks and the goths, the kids who didn’t fit in. So when I started discovering things about myself, that I was a lesbian, it was pretty easy to come out.”

  “What did your parents think?”

  “My mother was a bit perturbed, my father didn’t really care,” said Hosannah. “I told them there was nothing they could do about it, I wouldn’t talk to a priest about it because I didn’t really believe that our religion was right. That was about the end of it.”

  “You’re so brave,” I said, nuzzling against her warm, naked body. “It scares me just thinking of doing that.”

  “It’ll come,” said Hosannah with empathy. “Just give yourself a break from thinking so hard and try harder to feel.” We kissed.

  “I know I can do it,” I said. “I know there’s strength inside of me. I just have to work up to it.”

  “I’ll be by your side,” she murmured. “I’ll help however I can.”

  “Thank you,” I intoned softly, feeling a fire grow in my heart. I had never felt so loved before. Before I knew it, Hos
annah and I were gently kissing and then that gentleness grew into something more intense, our lips pushing together, our hands groping each other. The blanket twisted around us as we moved against one another, bodies rubbing, soft moans coming from our locked mouths. The light in Hosannah’s room was low, everything was quiet but for the noises we passionately made together. And I smelled that sweet aroma of coffee coming from Hosannah that so enchanted me.

  Hosannah yanked at me, rolling, pulling me on top of her. I felt her hands move down my back and grab onto my butt, her fingers squeezing me through the fabric of my panties. I groaned as I kissed her, our lips sloppily sliding together, my breath quickened as I grew more aroused. I loved being alone with her, the two of us secreted away in her dorm room on the quiet top floor of the building. I felt like I could spend forever with her, just like this.

  Sitting up on top of her, I grabbed my shirt by the hem and pulled it up over my head, tossing it off the the bed and to the floor. Hosannah smiled up at me and reached out to take hold of my breasts and give me a gentle squeeze.

  “See,” she said. “You should have never even bothered to put your shirt back on. We both knew it was going to come back off eventually.”

  “Mmm,” I sighed as I relaxed into her amorous groping. I looked down at Hosannah’s nakedness underneath me. Her body was slim and slight, with a little potbelly. Her breasts were firm and round and I noticed, as I always did when I saw her naked, that her nipples were of differing sizes. I loved that.

  “Hey,” she said with a feigned naivety. Her hands dropped down from my chest to my thighs, palms heatedly resting on my flesh. “You wanna try something?”

  “Maybe,” I said nervously. “What do you have in mind?”

  “How about what I do to you,” said Hosannah, bringing a single finger to her lips. “You do to me,” she said, lowering that finger and pointing down between her legs.

  “I’ve never done that before,” I said. “What if I’m no good?”

  “Practice makes perfect,” said Hosannah with a sweet smile. Although I could feel a subtle hint of anxiety welling up in me, it was eclipsed by the excitement I felt for trying something new and pleasing Hosannah. I wanted to make her happy.

  “Okay,” I said, nodding, thinking. I had envisioned this happening. I knew it was only a matter of time. Hosannah grinned up at me invitingly. Taking a deep breath, I began shimmying my body down the length of her legs, watching her body reveal itself under me.

  “Don’t worry,” said Hosannah, widening her legs and pulling her feet in so that her knees lifted up off the bed, with me positioned between them. “Just do what feels natural.”

  I looked down into her, eyes focused between her legs, assaying her beauty. I found her pussy to be so pleasing, so alluring. The hair on it was as dark as the hair on her head, though she had obviously lightly trimmed it with scissors, the subtle curls of it short and tight. I could see the pale skin underneath. Her lips were full and inviting, punctuated by her thin slit and as it bisected her blossom it split further apart as it closed in on her entrance, revealing small wrinkled folds of her inner pink. And there, peeking out from the inside, was the ethereal hint of glistening wetness.

  Before I knew it, I was touching her with a single finger, my fingertip running over her slit and pushing inside, parting her lips, slipping over the moistness and massaging her flesh. Hosannah seemed to like what I was doing, her eyes focused down on my actions with a serious and seductive look on her face. She was intent and concentrated, like she was fixated on the pleasure that I was giving her, her breasts moving up and down with her steadied breath.

  “Is this okay?” I said, looking up to her. Our eyes met. Our joint gaze was intense. A smile then curled over her mouth and she nodded slowly.

  With my finger I inspected her, prodding, caressing, feeling my digit become moist with her juices. Her pussy sparkled in the low light of the room, glimmering and shining like a jewel. I felt so attracted to Hosannah, so eager to be with her, so profoundly hot for her. The wetness grew from my own middle, seeping out of me and soaking through my panties. Raising my finger up Hosannah’s slit once more, my fingertip touched upon her clit and she impulsively let out a moan.

  “Mm hmm,” Hosannah confirmed when I looked up to her.

  My heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest as I started lowering my face closer to her. I could smell a light musky fragrance and it was beguiling, beckoning me to come closer. My finger continued to touch Hosannah, to feel her softness, as my eyes got a closer view of her beautiful fleshy pleats. Feeling a sense of “now or never,” I removed my finger from her and moved my mouth nearer to her. My mouth fell open, my tongue came out, and I gave Hosannah a long, slow lick, tasting her for the first time. She tasted like rosy vanilla with a slight hint of copper.

  “You’re good,” mused Hosannah lovingly, her fingers lightly tussling my hair as I gave her another slow lick. “That feels really nice, Tasha.”

  Her affirmations gave me an increased confidence and I began to kiss her between licks, my face starting to get wet from touching her. I could feel all of her moist folds against my tongue, her lips parting as I licked, her body beginning to writhe there into the bed sheets. My nose rubbed up against her coarse fur as my mouth pressed into her sopping flower.

  Hosannah was moaning as she breathed, and it only made me work harder to please her. I wanted to give back to her for everything she had given to me. And for everything I knew she would give to me in the future. In that moment of intimacy, there was no anxiety in me. Not an ounce. It kept me in the moment, excited as Hosannah’s pleasures grew, and in the moment is where happiness lived. I wasn’t worried, I wasn’t scared. I was living free. I felt right at home there between Hosannah’s thighs. I licked, I kissed, I hummed. I was happy.

  “Oh God,” Hosannah called out, her fingers gripping into my hair. I could feel her tighten, her butt grinding down, her legs widening. Hosannah’s hips slowly bucked back and forth, pressing her underside against my face as I remained determined to continue attending to her lust. “Tasha,” she sighed. “Oh Tasha.”

  Reaching up, I took hold of Hosannah’s hand, our fingers threading.

  Then she began to haphazardly move, thrusting in different directions, but trying to keep her backside down on the bed. At that point, her pussy was drenched, my mouth coated by her wetness, and I pulled back slightly to watch her. Hosannah moved her hand from my head down between her legs, tenderly holding onto herself as her thighs quivered, her torso shook, and her head bounced side to side.

  I smiled as I watched her. She looked so pretty as she concentrated.

  As her contractions died down, Hosannah opened her eyes and looked at me with a half-drunk visage. Her brow was sweaty, the hair atop her head messy and slightly matted, her face revealing sensuality and love. She petted herself a few more times and groaned, looking like she was totally dissolving into the mattress.

  “Come here,” she said. I followed her command, crawling up the length of her body and then falling down next to her. Hosannah kissed me joyfully.

  “I hope that felt okay,” I said. “I just sort of tried to do what you do to me.”

  “It was wonderful,” she said. Our bodies stuck together, warm and humid. We were both too heated for the sheet, and the two of us laid there together, against each other, my panties the only article of clothing on either of us.

  “I like the way you taste,” I said. I rubbed my hand over my mouth. “It really turns me on.”

  “I like the way you taste,” said Hosannah, kissing me.

  “I wish I would have figured this all out so long ago,” I mused, our heads together against her pillows. “It just feels so right.”

  “At least you’re figuring it out now,” she said. “And with me, which I am super happy about.” Hosannah giggled softly.

  “Me too.” We kissed again.

  I cuddled lovingly against Hosannah and closed my eyes, feeling my bre
ath steady against hers. I felt like I was finally beginning to understand who Natasha Blake truly was.

  *

  My eyes closed tightly as I belted out the final note of my song, hanging on the sustained intonation of the piano, spreading my arms, my heart feeling like I was coming to the end of a marathon. Once I finished that last note, I took a deep breath and opened my eyes to look at the three people sitting behind a long table. It was the head of the theater department, the director of the play, and a student assistant. Although I had felt nervous throughout the entire audition, that nervousness couldn’t hold a candle to the nerves I felt now that I was done and they were summing me up in their heads.

  “Thank you,” said the director with a smile. He was a small man with thinning hair, a professor in the theater department from what Whitney had told me. “We definitely appreciate you coming in.”

  “I know I’m not in the theater department,” I said. “But I’m still willing to work hard.”

  “Thank you,” said the department head, an old gruff man with big glasses and a bald head. I could tell that my time with them was done. I smiled and bowed my head in appreciation, something that Whitney had told me to do, and I picked up my folder of papers from a chair, and walked toward the door.

  I was beginning to feel a sense of relief as I left the room. I had given it my best and I knew that I hadn’t made any mistakes. Auditioning really wasn’t as bad as I had made it out to be. And the rush I felt once it was all over was exhilarating. It was a feeling I could certainly get used to.

  Out in the hallway, sitting on a long bench, there were other students in line to audition. They looked up to me as I closed the door behind me, each of them with a hopeful look on their face, as though I were going to say something like, “they’re all in a good mood and you have nothing to worry about!” I smiled confidently and looked down the line of people until my eyes met with Hosannah’s. She was waiting for me down the hall, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. She smirked at me and blew me a kiss.