Scotty Blair seemed to have hot eyes. They spent a delicious hour in Abby and Cheryl’s room, chatting about classes and professors and trying on some of Abby's clothes, an excellent way to see and touch another girl.
Scotty was not repulsed. Scotty was smooth as silk. A few kisses, a few hugs, a lot of chatter and laughter, eyes gleaming, cheeks blushing, and finally breasts touched and kissed, leading to quick nips and nibbles, around cheeks and throats which would lead to French kissing and the real thing. That was when an overeager Abby made her mistake. She told Scotty about Alien and his wild tongue. Instantly there was a freeze in the room. The smiles and hugs vanished. Scotty quickly finished her business of borrowing some of Abby's clothes and fled the room.
It was a disconsolate Abby that Cheryl discovered when she got back to the Delt house. Cheryl herself had spent a miserable evening, not so much worried about the lost necklace as her unshakable hang-up. She'd delayed going home as long as possible, hugging her sorrow inside. At the moment, the recovery of the Gypsy seemed less important than Cheryl's growing fear that her sex life was forever doomed. She truly liked sex with men. She was normal in that regard. Yet when orgasm time came, she had to fantasize girl sex to make it.
Since the necklace was not the main worry at the moment, Cheryl had the courage to jump Abby on that subject.
"I stole your necklace," she said. "You deserved it, since your boyfriend stole it from my father.”
Abby was in bed, naked from the waist down, but covered. Up above she wore a tight T-shirt which said "Try me". It emphasized those full, round breasts and her perky nipples.
"I know it," she said calmly. "I've been waiting for you to ask for it, or steal it back.”
Cheryl slumped on Abby's bed. "What's the deal?”
"Alien's gone. I think he's in jail. I wanted to return it, but it was so pretty that I wanted to keep it just a little while longer.”
Cheryl gave an exasperated laugh.
"Now she tells me. If you'd done the right thing, I wouldn't even be here. I'd be at Vassar where I wanted to go. My father would be out of trouble with his company.”
Abby sighed wearily. "So you've got it-go to Vassar.”
"I haven't got it." Cheryl poured out the story of Salt and Tom and her expedition to the room of the fraternity boys. When she came to the sex part, she plunged ahead recklessly. She had no face to save with Abby, whom she hated at the moment.
Abby listened with her eyes getting big. "Wow! That's some hang-up all right. No orgasm without the lesbian fantasy. That's a rich one!”
"Just call me 'stuck', Abby. I'm the great New York princess that everybody thinks is so cool, in charge of her life. Instead, I'm the lowest of the low Delts.”
Abby sat up to come into Cheryl’s arms, soft and warm. She hugged her disconsolate roommate.
"Hey, it's rough, but you're not the only one with hang-ups, Wait'll you hear mine.”
Abby, too, felt low and in a confessional mood. She whispered her secret into Cheryl's ear. In her fondness for the flesh of the warm blonde, she ended by digging her tongue into the dainty crevice of Cheryl's ear.
Cheryl shivered and it was her turn to laugh. "Why, that's no hang-up at all, Abbs! You have a great butt. Any guy would tongue ream you just to get some action. A lot of guys would probably do it in your rear, even if they didn't like it, so they could get you to let them in the front door.”
"But they'd look down on me," wailed Abby. "I couldn't stand that, Cher.”
It was the first time the girls had ever used nicknames on each other.
"They'd look down on me, too, if they knew what went on in my head at orgasm, Abbs." Cheryl hugged Abby and kneaded the sexy breast in the T-shirt. "As for your hang-up, I'd lick your butt any time. I only wish you could solve my problem so easily.”
Abby hugged back. "I can help you, Cheryl, I know I can. You can help me and we can both get over our hang-ups.”
In a sudden surge of feeling, Cheryl kissed Abby's sensual lips.
"I'll take all the help I can get. I'd like some help in getting back that necklace, too!”
"Deal!" cried Abby, against her roommate's lips. Then she opened her wet, lascivious mouth to encourage Cheryl's warm tongue inside to explore and French kiss her in rising sex need.
As Cheryl skinned up the T-shirt off the soft body of Abby, she began to thrill deep inside, sensing they were to have more girl sex. Only this time there was going to be a kinky side to it. Cheryl's words were brave-but could she really stick her tongue down in Abby's crack?
She found herself delaying it, kissing Abby's mouth and stiff nipple to heat the girl up. Soon Abby was twisting in pleasure, murmuring hot encouragement, her body moist and open to Cheryl. Cheryl's fingers found Abby's clit and she made her passive roommate thrust up her loins in glory to enjoy the kisses, the nipple play and the masturbation.
"Oh, Cheryl-you're pulling my plug-reee-leee," gasped Abby.
Abby's sweet girl oils were rich enough to stain the sheets. Cheryl wet her hand thoroughly with the musky honey and worked it sexily over the girl's erect nipples.
"Ha, oh-" went Abby, eyes big with surprise.
Cheryl reaped rich kisses, laughing. "You're a sex river flowing, kid. I could bathe you in your essence-and me, too.”
"Ah, Cheryl. fuck me, fuck me," whispered Abby, beside herself with ecstasy. She had visions of those sweet days with her older gym teacher, white Cheryl reveled in playing the role her mother had played with the cute, brunette hairdresser. Cheryl thought, as her breath got short and her own cunt began to stain her pants, that she and Abby were a great match. Too bad she had to go to Vassar. She and Abby could fuck their brains out this semester.
She broke off the love-making to strip down naked, while Abby kept hot by jogging herself as she watched the sexy charms of Cheryl emerge from her clothes. Then Cheryl used a wash rag between Abby's buttocks to clear away sweat and girl juice and turn Abby's inner seam into a pink glistening furrow. Abby's asshole was only a little darker than the red inner rim of her seam. There was a protection of a fringe of red hair and the pucker itself, small, innocent looking. Cheryl closed the buttocks and slapped the meaty flesh. Abby had a fabulous behind. Cheryl thought of her own rear with the dark marks of the whip Tom had used on her. As she kneaded and kissed the white, yielding buttocks, she wondered if she might one day take a belt or hairbrush to Abby's bottom, and what that would do to the girl.
Then she leaned over and grooved her tongue into the pencil-line crack, digging it deeper and deeper into the warm nest.
"Oh, my God, You're Doing It. You're Reaming My Ass!" breathed Abby. She wiggled her toes in delight.
Cheryl's heart beat rapidly and she felt a new release of her cunt juices as she approached this kinky act. Then she dug her tongue firmly on Abby's pucker and worked the sphincter.
"Aahhh. Eeeeee," went Abby. "Oh, lush-us. Ahhhhh.”
Her loins worked in fuck motions, as if she had the world's greatest cock inside her, and her body rose to white hot sex tension. It was just like the time before, only better, because she'd looked forward to it for so long.
Cheryl went right up into the sky with her. The soft, yet firm flexing buttocks moving, her finger rubbing into the swollen cunt to find the clit, her tongue lashing and digging and pressing on the girl seal-it gave her complete control of the sexed up animal and made her crazy to whip the redhead into total submission. It was fabulous how in sex you cared about the other's orgasm and got hot over it as much as your own, It was magnificent to share this closeness, the forbidden act of tonguing the sphincter. There was no taste except sweet girl meat and Cheryl thrilled higher and higher.