A different kind of study buddy

My freshmen year of college was a year I will never forget. Here is a bit of background before you go and judge me or what I am about or where I have been. I come from a very strict Southern Baptist family. My father, a minister, and my mother a schoolteacher gave my siblings and me very little privacy. So when I left for school and moved out of their house for the first time one may say I went a little crazy.

My first year of college was full of firsts: my first alcoholic drink, my first boyfriend, my first kiss, my first time having sex and my first lesbian experience. 

The first time I met Rachel I thought she was incredible. She was just the kind of girl I wanted to be. She was popular, outgoing, smart, athletic and extremely beautiful. She stood tall at 5 ft 10 inches yet slender weighing only 120 lbs. Her long brown curly hair always appeared perfect, as did her clothes and her body. Rachel’s athletic, muscular yet girly figure kept all the guys and girls interested and intrigued. 

The first time I met Rachel was in my freshmen psychology class. We were partners for some sort of class exercise and were required to work on an assignment outside of class together. From here we became instant friends. We became attached at the hip. 

One night we were up late studying for a psych test in my bedroom when things got very interesting. While taking a study break Rachel and I began discussing relationships and sex and guys and various things we had done or not done or wanted to try, sexually speaking. Rachel had done nearly everything a person could do sexually and I was still very innocent and very naďve. Before I realized what was going on Rachel asked me, “So Christy, you’ve really never even given a small peck of a kiss to a girl?” I shook my head and as I did Rachel leaned over and gave me a small kiss. 

“There.” Rachel stated. “Now you can’t say that anymore”
I must have looked somewhat nervous cause Rachel then stated “What? Its not like it’s a big deal” Then she leaned over and kissed me again. This time the kiss was longer as Rachel slid her warm pink tongue into my mouth. As she pulled away she exclaimed, “See, that wasn’t bad either was it?” I shook my head, no. 

Well that was that, I thought. Rachel had kissed me and that was the end of that or so I thought. Before I knew what was going on Rachel pushed her books aside and leaned into me kissing me harder and even longer and more passionately yet this time I felt myself kissing her back. Our tongues met inside my mouth and began to dance around each other almost teasing the other one. Rachel slowly reached her hand to my head to pull me in closer. Our tongues now probing even more as if searching for something. Thousands of thoughts ran through my head yet at the same time no thoughts ran through my head. Rachel then slowly pushed me back onto my bed as she kept kissing me. The two of us passionately made out for what seemed like hours. What was going on, I thought to myself. Soon the kissing stopped as Rachel gathered her books and left my room saying we would finish studying the next day. 

Well the next day came and went as did the psych test. Nothing was mentioned of the kiss and there was no way I was going to bring it up. 

Days, weeks, and months passed with no mention of anything that had happened until one fateful Saturday night. Rachel’s boyfriend had just broken up with her so extreme girls partying weekend was necessary. A whole bunch of us girls had gone to Rachel’s house to drink and then left for a party. All night long we drank and laughed and just had a great time together. 

At the end of the night I was too intoxicated to drive home so Rachel suggested I stay at her place. This was the night everything changed…

We had just gotten back from a party and Rachel and I both flopped down onto her bed drunk, laughing and tired. 

“So what the hell happened with us before?” Rachel slurred.

“What?” I asked.

“Don’t be dumb as shit Christy. You remember what I mean” Rachel angrily stated. “What was that? We never discussed it.”

“I guess I don’t know.” I said confused and still drunk. Before I knew what was going on or knew what she was getting at Rachel pulled me close. 

“I want to kiss you” Rachel said wetting her pink full lips. 

“Uh huh.” I stated as Rachel pulled me closer and laid her luscious lips onto mine. The familiar feel of her lips against mine was wonderful. What in the world was I doing, I thought? Our tongues searched each other’s mouths once again. However, this time Rachel seemed to enjoy it much more than before as she quietly began to moan. 

Rachel slowly began to lay me onto the bed as she continued to kiss me. We laid together our bodies slowly starting to move in motion together as Rachel slowly moved her hand up my side and then met my sensitive aching breasts. Over my clothes she began to rub my now extremely erect nipple. It felt incredible. No man had ever made me feel this good by simply kissing me. 

Next, Rachel ran her hand up underneath my shirt and began to caress my breasts and nipples. Before I realized what was happening Rachel began to remove my shirt. I simply lay there watching her lightning blue eyes and the intensity and connection I felt with her. There I lay, topless, my body beginning to ache for pleasure. Rachel buried her head between my tits and began to kiss and lovingly caress my deep purple nipples. I began to hear my own voice moaning as Rachel slowly moved her hand down towards my thighs. 

Rachel then slid her soft hand up my short black skirt and slowly rubbed me over my lacy black thong. I could feel myself getting wet the instant that she touched me down there. She then looked into my eyes as if to make sure I was ok with what was occurring. I simply moaned louder and gave her a slight nod. This was all Rachel needed to quickly remove my panties and begin touching my swollen clit. Slow and then fast and slow and then fast again, Rachel knew exactly what to do to please a woman. They sliding a single finger inside of my Rachel did something I had never experienced, she slid a finger into my ass. With now 2 fingers inside me and one in my asshole Rachel moved them in and out and in and out as my breaths became shorter and deeper. I was getting wetter and wetter. This was the most pleasure I had ever experienced. Right before I was going to climax Rachel stopped and slowly removed her own clothes. I watched as Rachel then went into her dresser drawer and revealed a dildo. 

Shoving the huge unit into her mouth to moisten Rachel then slid the instrument inside of my slit. The rubber unit filled me completely as Rachel began to pump. In and out she drove the dildo as I moaned and tried to begin to please Rachel by rubbing her clit. Again, right before I climaxed Rachel stopped this time rotating in the bed so that we were in 69 position. She drove her face deep into my groin and began licking and sucking me. It felt wonderful. Unsure of what to do I just began to poke Rachel’s pussy with my tongue. I must have done something right because Rachel’s breaths became shorter and she began to moan slightly. Deeper and deeper I shoved my tongue into her hot wet cunt as she did the same for me. It was the most intense pleasure I ever had. No man had ever given me oral sex like this. I could feel Rachel’s long, hot and obviously experienced tongue probe my pussy that was now dripping with liquid. With one last lick around my clit I exploded into Rachel’s face as I screamed out in delight. “Oh oh oh oh, fuck yes!” I screamed. Not far behind Rachel had an orgasm as well. 

The two of us lay naked, sweaty and wet with each other’s juices not wanting to say anything about what had just happened. Before I could say anything Rachel rolled over on top of my naked body and began to slowly rub her whole body against mine. It was strange but a wonderful feeling. Rachel’s breast against my body and the feeling of her still dripping hot wet pussy against mine was glorious. We lay together for hours naked and occasionally groping each other. Nothing was said. Eventually we both fell asleep naked and in each others arms. 

In the morning when I woke, I quickly and quietly dressed so I wouldn’t wake Rachel and began the walk home trying to contemplate what had happened the night before. The days, weeks, and months had passed and Rachel and I never spoke of what happened that passionate night. We slowly parted ways and Rachel ended up transferring schools. We kept in touch for a while and then slowly the phone calls, letters and emails stopped. I sometimes think about that passionate night and smile and always wonder what would have happened if Rachel and I had hooked up again.