by JJ Argus
After that we sort of broke up to do our own stuff, though Taylor and Jada wound up back in the common room after a short time bickering over what to watch on TV. I didn't really want to join them but didn't want to be thought of as a snob (which I often was) either, so I wandered back out into the common room to join them.
They had changed for bed, or for comfort. Taylor was wearing loose, plaid boxer shorts and a tank top without a bra. Jada was wearing what looked like the silk or satin top for black pajamas. I felt a little overdressed since I hadn't changed for bed yet. I hadn't intended to until going to bed.
I know some girls do change into 'comfy clothes' a lot earlier, but that's because most of them wore uncomfortable clothes to look sexy or hot. I didn't. I wore comfortable clothes all the time. Loose and comfy.
On the other hand, there was no air conditioning. And you weren't allowed to have any. It was an old building, and they didn't feel the need to put in central air.
“Why don't they have air conditioning?” I complained as I sat down.
It was mostly just to have something to say.
“Because there aren't that many hot days in September,” Taylor said.
“You white girls can't take the heat,” Jada sniffed. “This is fine for me.”
“They could let us have window air conditioners,” I said.
“Wiring probably can't take it,” Jada said.
“No, it's probably because they don't want to have ugly metal boxes sticking out of their pretty stone buildings,” Taylor replied.
“Gonna be hard for you to wear sweaters all the time,” Taylor said, smirking. “They said it's supposed to get really hot the next several days.”
“I don't wear sweaters all the time,” I said defensively.
“Why you wear sweaters all the time?” Jada asked.
“I don't!”
“She's shy.”
“I am not!”
“What's she shy about?”
“I'm not shy,” I said in annoyance.
“She doesn't want anyone seeing her boobs.”
“Taylor!”
“She has nice boobs, too.”
I flushed and she grinned.
“Yeah? Let's see,” Jada said.
“No!”
Then they both laughed at me.
“Is there something wrong with them?”
“They looked good to me,” Taylor said.
“When did you see her boobs?”
“She was changing yesterday.”
“They look big,” Jada said, looking at my chest.
“They're not!” I said, folding my arms across my chest.
“I wish I had big boobs,” Jada sighed.
“Why?” Taylor asked. “They'd just give you a bad back.”
“Your boobs look okay,” Jada said, looking at her chest.
“Yeah. They're okay.”
Taylor kind of straightened up where she was sitting and pushed her chest out. There wasn't a lot of hiding under the thin tank top, and she didn't have a bra.
Then she pulled her shirt up to bare her breasts! She let it drop right away, shrugging as if it was the most casual thing in the world to do.
“Those are nice. Better than mine,” Jada grumbled.
She unbuttoned the front of her pajama top and pulled it open to show us small, pert breasts high on her chest.
“What's wrong with them?” Taylor said. “At least they won't sag when you get older.”
“Guys like big boobies,” Jada said, closing her top.
“I never had any complaints,” Taylor replied.
She grinned at me, probably noting my red face.
“You're not religious, right?”
“That has nothing to do with anything! And no.”
“This is like, our home now, you know,” she said. “We can't be all formal and stuff here.”
“I know. I'm just not... used to... I mean, it's not like I walked around the house naked!”
“I didn't walk around the house naked but I walked around in my underwear sometimes,” she said.
“You didn't have brothers!”
“True.”
“And anyway, there's people, strangers, right outside that door,” I said. “Suppose someone knocks and we have to answer it?”
“Then I could go in my room if I was worried about someone seeing me like this, but I'm not,” she said.
“Well, I'm not as... outgoing as you.”
“We'll have to cure that over the next year,” she said.
“Are you a virgin?” Jada asked.
“No,” I said, scowling.
“That's good. I don't know how to handle no virgins. Probably can't even cuss around em.”
“She curses. I've heard her,” Taylor said.
“Well that's good.”
I didn't really like how this was going because it seemed a little like they were ganging up on me. Not really, but it seemed like it was becoming clear they were more similar in their temperament and outlooks and I was kind of the odd one out. I definitely didn't want that! Especially in my own room!
“Any idiot can fucking curse,” I said deliberately.
“Yes, but not every idiot can fucking curse well,” Taylor replied.
Which was funny and I laughed.
Chapter Three
The next day was kind of a replay, except it was hotter than the previous night. I reluctantly decided to change into my nightie so they wouldn't tease me about being so modest. I even removed my bra.
Of course, they teased me anyway, with Jada wanting me to lift up my top. I refused.
My breasts are NOT big, okay! I mean, they're not small, sure. And maybe they look a little large because I'm slender, but they're not big! I'm only a 34C! Well, actually a 35, but unless I get special bras I wear a 34. It's a bit tight but better than being loose!
It was hot and humid and sticky that evening. I went to bed before them. Once I got into bed even the nightie was too much, so I removed it and tried to fall asleep on top of my sheets, naked. But the air was still and I was too uncomfortable to fall easily asleep.
When Taylor knocked at my door I gasped and whipped the sheets over myself!
“What?”
“Miss this-heat-is-no-problem-for-my-wonderful-African-Americaanness went to spend the night at her girlfriend's dorm room because she has air conditioning,” she said through the door. “You want to borrow her fan?”
I definitely did!
I threw on my nightshirt and opened the door to find her holding a box fan in her hand. She was wearing... it was like.. a lacy see-through nightshirt, except it had opaque panels over her breasts and down low so you couldn't see her 'privates'.
She saw me staring at it and grinned.
“It's the least amount I can wear and not scare you,” she said.
“I'm not scared of nudity,” I said, frowning.
“Oh?” She smirked, and then peeled the nightie up and off to stand there naked!
Then she laughed at seeing me blushing and pulled the thing back on before picking up the box fan she had set down and carrying it into my bedroom.
“I'm not,” I said after her.
She was so casual about it! Boy, I envied her! She must be really confident! But then I knew that already.
She had a nice body, though. Her breasts weren't as big as mine, but she looked very athletic, toned and tanned.
She set the box fan by the window.
“You're sure Jada won't mind?” I asked worriedly.
“If she does, she can complain to me.”
“I guess you guys got to talking... ?”
“Yeah, something like that. I let her know I wasn't going to put up with any of her poor-me, poor black victim of racist white society bullshit, and if she wanted to go that route she could get out.”
She plugged in the fan as she spoke, and the air started to move nicely!
She turned to look at me.
“White privilege? She's at
fucking Princeton. She doesn't have any right to complain about privilege to anyone,” she said.
Not much of her body was hidden, even in the lacy nightie. It was a very... sexy nightie.
“Uhm, that's your nightie?” I asked.
She grinned and plucked at it.
“Well, normally I'd only wear this around someone I was going to be sleeping with. But it does have the benefit of being very lightweight and letting the air through.”
“You might as well be naked in that,” I said, without thinking.
“Okay.”
And she slipped it up and over her head again.
I wasn't as... startled, this time, and frowned instead of being open mouthed.
“What are you, Lady Godiva?”
She laughed.
“Good for you. You aren't blushing. You're getting used to naked bodies.”
“I told you, I'm not scared of nudity. I just don't... I'm not used to having naked people around me or being naked around other people... much. And you shouldn't stand naked by the window with the lights on.”
It was making me uncomfortable, though, despite what I said, giving me a kind of squirmy feeling. Not that she wasn't beautiful or anything. But I was also remembering her talking about sleeping with other girls. And I got this little tight sensation in my chest wondering if that was something she might be thinking about with me!
“Give them a show,” she said. “Girls won't care. Boys will be happy.”
She shrugged and went to the door.
“Of course, we could turn the light out,” she said, snapping it off.
That left just the glitter lights, and the light coming through the half open door, but that was enough to show her turning to look at me, and to show me the expression on her face as she looked me up and down.
“You really going to sleep in that on a hot night like this?” she asked with a smirk.
“No. I mean... uh, once the... door is locked... I'll uhm, maybe take it off,” I said, blushing again.
“Why not now?” she said in a challenging way. “Scared?”
“Don't be ridiculous!”
“Shy?”
I gulped, because my heart was beating faster and I was feeling even more tightness in my chest, and then, almost on impulse, I gripped the hem of my nightshirt and peeled it up and off my head, to stand there defiantly naked – and blushing.
And she stepped forward! I felt my breath catch in my throat, because we were practically breast to breast. I eased back and she eased closer, and then her hands reached out and slid around me!
OMG!
She was grinning at me, like she was waiting for me to panic and pull away, but despite my heart pounding wildly I refused to show any discomfort!
She pulled me in so that our bodies actually pressed together, and then kissed me! I was frozen, stunned, and had no idea what to do! I had never been involved with a girl before and... and I didn't know if I wanted to, at least... right now... with her!
But the feel of her soft, bare breasts against mine was amazing! I felt a tremendous charge of sexual electricity roll through me, and my nipples got instantly hard!
I reached out, my hands on her shoulders, not sure what to do with them, and then her hands, the ones on my back, slid down to cup my ass! That sent another charge of energy through me, and my mind swirled wildly with uncertainty and confusion!
I wasn't even sure if she wasn't just teasing me, testing me, seeing if I was... willing! And if she learned I was, then what? Would she pull back and laugh at me!? Tell Jada? What!?
But she didn't pull back. She continued to kiss me. Her kiss was... soft, but... insistent, and one of her hands slid up my back and into my hair, kind of gripping my hair to hold my head in place. And she pushed forward, which pushed me back, and back, until the side of my bed hit my lower legs.
I fell back across the bed with Taylor on top of me!
She laughed, but I could hardly breath with the wild energy and pressure filling me! She looked down at me with this kind of predatory look, and then jerked back on my hair sharply.
I gasped in pain, my head jerking back, and I felt her lips slide along the nape of my neck, kissing and then sucking and even lightly chewing!
“Sexy little girl,” she said in a soft, purring voice.
Her lips slid down and then closed on the center of my left breast! My breast was already throbbing, my nipple hard and tingling, and then her lips closed around it, and spread out and began to suck as her tongue licked at me! Her teeth dug into my soft flesh, kind of painfully, but only a little, and I felt that wild rush of sensation, emotion and pressure grow even more intense!
She slid over onto her left side, off me, but still leaning over me and pressed against me, and her right hand slid over my left breast (her chest was on my right), then down my belly until I felt her fingers tracing the line of my sex!
I gasped aloud at that, gripped by a sudden surge of anxiety and uncertainty again. I mean, my God, I never did this kind of thing with someone I hadn't dated and all! But then, she wasn't a guy! And I did know her, kind of!
And her fingers were rubbing up and down along my sex, sliding in, and finding my clitoris, which pulsed hotly as she began to rub it!
She kissed me again, jerking on my hair to twist my head forward and to the side, and I moaned into her mouth, incredibly excited and breathless. Her kiss was a lot more passionate now, a lot more confident and hungry! Her tongue flitted through my lips as I felt heat rolling over me from both inside and outside!
I felt her fingers pressing against me, then slowly wriggling into my body! One, at first, then two, both long and slim as they pushed into the hot, tight and slick opening between my legs! I shuddered as they pumped in and out, slowly, carefully, not roughly like boys did.
And at the same time, her thumb was rubbing against my clitoris, rubbing very effectively! My entire body seemed to be filled with an incredible pressure that grew more powerful with every second!
And then I had an orgasm!
I had never had an orgasm while with a guy, and here after only a minute or two with Taylor I was already coming – powerfully!
That gave me another sudden rush of almost subconscious anxiety! I was always careful about my appearance, about how others saw me, about my dignity and behavior. Having an orgasm in front of a guy had never been a problem. But now it was, because I tend to lose control when I climax – at least, when I masturbate.
And this was way more powerful!
Fortunately, I was so stunned by the force of the pleasure it robbed me of my voice! I jerked back sharply, gurgling breathlessly, arching my back while my hips bucked up frantically against her fingers!
So I didn't so much scream as make these breathing noises like “Huhhuhhhuhuuuuhh!”
I gave a final furious heave of my hips and dropped flat, panting, chest heaving, skin now hot and starting to perspire.
Taylor bit into the center of my breast, sucking hungrily, then kissed me just as passionately. Her body was half atop me, and then she kind of rose up onto her knees, gripping my leg leg and lifting it up. She leaned in and half turned me towards my right, and then angled her sex in against mine as she raised my left leg high into the air!
I had no idea! I just... I just let her do whatever she wanted!
She got me soft of almost twisted onto my side, with my top left almost doing the splits and being pushed back by her chest! My foot was up over her shoulder as she began to grind her pussy against mine!
And the sensation of it rubbing against me was as wild and sensual and incredible as when her breasts had first pressed against mine! I moaned and gasped as she began to work her hips in and out, leaning in, and grabbing my right breast with her left hand.
The other hand slid up my back and gripped my long hair and then jerked it back hard.
I cried out, my head forced back, my back arching as she continued to grind herself against me!
Wild raw heat was flo
oding up through my body, and I felt almost as if a dark fever was coming over me, as if I was stoned on it! I shuddered and felt my body tingling and my muscles spasm as she ground herself against my sensitive sex. Both of us were sopping wet, and that made the sensation of slick, hot flesh on slick hot flesh that much more delicious!
I came again! I was so dazed and overheated it just flipped over into this incredible surge of sensation that made me cry out! Another orgasms! I was even more shocked than I had been by the first one! I'd never had two orgasms so close together in my life! I mean, once I had a orgasm that was the time to end masturbating, right?
Taylor was looking kind of frazzled too, but still much more in control of herself than I was. Her skin glistened in the moonlight, perspiring, just like mine! She closed her eyes, grinding against me, and then ground faster and faster before her back arched! She clutched my leg tightly against her chest as she ground her soft bare sex into mine, and gasped and moaned in pleasure as she came!
She let my leg drop and sat back, panting.
The box fan was blowing on us but it was still hot and we were both sweating.
She shifted and then gripped my hair, filling her fist with it and casually pulling so that I gasped in pain and was forced to change position, swinging around so I was laying lengthwise along the bed instead of across it.
She straddled me and then grabbed my wrists and shoved them down onto the bed above me. A moment later she released them, grabbed the pillow, and threw it off the bed. She grabbed my wrists again, pushing them together against the headboard as she looked down at me.
“Are you going to be my little bitch, Rin?” she said in a soft voice.
I stared up at her, chest heaving.
She chuckled and then reached for the corner post of the bed. She leaned over and then pulled something back. It was part of my robe, which was hanging on the bedpost. She pulled the cloth belt free and then wrapped it around my wrists.
“Wh-what are you... doing?” I gasped.
“Making you my little sex slave,” she purred.
I felt another wild jolt of excitement at that!
I tried to look up at my wrists, though I really didn't make much effort to pull them free. I felt the belt wrapped around them again and again, then she tied it off before tying it to the bedpost!