Girl on girl fun is a symbol of college.
Girl on girl experimentation always starts in college, or on some drunk night in the middle of high school. For me, it was the freshman year of college when I had just gotten issued a dorm. My roomie was this pretty little green-eyed blonde, Lizzie. I knew she was one hell of a party girl, she was always running off every weekend and almost every school night as well. Later on, I realized she was also into girls.. Because she brought plenty of guys home in the beginning, but she surprised the hell out of me by bringing home a pretty redhead to play with one night. The fact she could go both ways so easily and on a whim was exciting to me. However, I didn’t get to really explore it with her until later that year. The closer we became, the more parties we went out to.
We were always dressed to kill.
It’s not hard to imagine what that looked like. A little dark-haired Cuban girl and a pretty Southern blonde, both with green eyes. I’m sure it’s someone out there’s craziest fantasy. The night started out like any other, getting dressed up and going to another frat party. This one had plenty of booze and even a stripper pole installed in the living room. Cliche, right? The guys were loving it, and after a few shots of rum, so were we. We were dancing against it like two little sluts.. and soon enough it was time to go home. That’s when the real fun started. We picked up one of our friends on the way back, the redhead she’d played with previously, who we’ll call Lana. Once we got back to the room, the sparks started almost immediately.
I thought a little girl on girl fun might start between those two since they’d already made plenty of lesbian sex stories on their own. I thought I was getting cut loose to go be lazy and watch TV. Then, Lizzie pulled me into her room instead. She practically pushed me back onto the bed to lay beside Lana, before she climbed up to fill the spot between us. Between the surprise and enthusiasm, I got lost in the flurry of pretty blonde hair, red hair, soft lips, and soft skin. Their hands grabbed at everything possible, and Lizzie gently pushed me down between her legs.. I knew why she’d drafted me into her little adventure. I had a tongue piercing, and she’d only joked a million times that she wanted to see what it would feel like against her clit.
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