11-25-2025, 02:38 PM
I had just sat down to dinner when Dad spoke to me. "So what?" Dad asked.
"So what?", I replied.
"And what did you decide?" he asked.
"So, what did I decide?" I asked, while we played our little game.
When he came to the end, he answered, "Which college do you want to go to next year?"
“State University,” I replied. Then I took a shortcut from his next question and answered before he moved on to a brief one: “I thought I’d go to State University for a few years while I decide what I want to do. Then I can transfer to a larger university for a more specialized education.”
"It has nothing to do with the fact that your brother is already there, does it?" asked Dad.
With a slightly crooked smile, I replied: "It won't hurt."
My older brother Rodger and I got along pretty well, and since he'd been at the State University for a few years, I figured if I had a problem, he might be able to help me. I wasn't very independent, so I often needed help. This way, I could be away from home and still have someone I could rely on if something happened. Mom and Dad never said it directly, but I thought they had the same intention with my move there.
"Was that the letter you received from the State University today? Your acceptance letter?" Mom asked, interjecting into the conversation.
Giggling, I said, "Yes, that was him."
Dad, who then needed to know more details, asked: "Do you plan to live with Roger?"
With a pained expression, I replied: “Nooooo… Firstly, freshmen can’t live off-campus, and secondly, he has a roommate.”
"Then you should secure a room in the dorm before you arrive, because there aren't that many rooms available and they fill up quickly," Mom suggested.
Now that they knew my plans, I had to tell my boyfriend. It would be harder for him to tell him. I knew he wanted me to go with him across the country to a much bigger university, but the one he was going to attend didn't offer anything I could envision for my future. I loved him, but I worried about what would happen to me if we argued. I thought it was up to him whether we broke up or not, because I was prepared for a long-distance relationship.
Sex would be the most difficult part of the whole thing.
I wondered how I would tell him, and on our next date, I started telling him about my plans. It was going well until I revealed that I was going to state university for a few years before transferring to a larger university. He freaked out and told me that if I didn't go with him, he didn't want anything to do with me anymore. The more he threatened me, the angrier I got, until I finally told him we were done and he should take me home. When I got home, I told my mom what had happened, and she agreed that I had made the right decision. Even my dad was on my side, which surprised me. With most of my senior year of high school still ahead of me, I wondered what to do with my sexual satisfaction.
I hadn't really been interested in masturbation, and since my college plans were set, I didn't want to find a new boyfriend. I'd even considered just abstaining altogether. I was very busy with work, school, college preparations, and my 18th birthday party, which was only a week before I started college. I'd been doing pretty well without sex. That is, until I had a pajama party with my best friend, Lindsey. It was just before final exams, and she asked me to stay over the weekend so we could study for some tests. Knowing I needed extra help with some classes, I agreed. On Friday after work, I drove over to her place, planning to stay until Sunday night. I had all the time off to study anyway, so I thought it would work out perfectly.
"Are you ready?" I asked as we went into her bedroom after dinner.
“Why don’t we shower beforehand so we don’t have to stop during our study session?” Lindsey suggested.
"Okay, who goes first?" I asked.
"You are the guest, so you can go first," she said.
I had been to her place many times before and had even stayed overnight several times, so I knew where everything was and how it worked. I showered and dried myself off. I styled my hair and slipped into clean panties and then a long nightgown. After I was dressed, I went back to the room, and Lindsey took over the bathroom while I looked through some notes.
Lindsey showered, fixed her hair, but came back with only a towel wrapped around her body. I didn't think much of it, since we'd both been naked in front of each other before. We were both girls, so it wasn't a big deal anyway.
She pulled the towel off her body and continued drying herself, while asking, "So, how are you managing without a penis these days?"
I looked up, and when I saw her naked and heard the word "cock," something inside me stirred, making me wet. My eyes were immediately drawn to her freshly shaved pussy. Normally, I wouldn't find it particularly attractive, but since I'd been sexually frustrated lately, the mere sight of her aroused me.
“I said, ‘So, how are you managing without a cock these days?’” Lindsey said again, lowering her head so far that my gaze was diverted from her pussy and fell into her eyes.
“Excuse me… What did you ask?” I asked stupidly.
With a loud giggle, she replied: "No need to say, I already have my answer."
I know I turned as red as a tomato when she straightened up. I went back to my studies while Lindsey walked around the room, taking a pair of panties and a nightgown out of her drawer. She put her things on the chair and came over to me.
"Do you like it when your pussy is licked?" Lindsey asked.
With my head bowed, I replied: "I don't know."
“Shit… Are you saying that your ‘ex-boyfriend’ never… licked you?” she asked bluntly.
"No," I replied quickly.
“But let me guess, he expected you to suck his cock,” she then asked.
“Yes… Well…”, I replied slowly.
"Did he make you swallow too?" my best friend asked as she continued to question me.
I looked up, smiled and purred: “Um… Hmmm. It was good. I liked it… that he squirted in my mouth.”
"Have you ever licked a pussy?" Lindsey then asked, as she walked in another direction.
“No,” I replied, hoping she would understand that I didn’t mind and had simply never done it before.
Lindsey sat down opposite me on the edge of the bed. She spread her legs so that I could see not only her completely bare pussy, but now also her wet opening.
“I think we both need some sexual release before we can study tonight,” Lindsey suggested.
"You might be right about that," I agreed.
"Do you want a 69 position or do we want to do it to each other individually?" she asked bluntly.
Since I'd never done it before and didn't know much about oral sex, I figured if we did 69, I could just do what she'd done to me. I told her I'd love to do it together. She smiled as she lay down on the bed. I got up and took off my shirt. My small, firm breasts (size 75B) were staring right at Lindsey as my nipples hardened. Her much larger breasts (size 75C) looked even bigger now as she lay down on her bed. My mouth watered at the thought of taking each of her nipples into my mouth.
I dropped my panties and showed Lindsey my full, untrimmed bush. I hadn't bothered about it since I wasn't dating a man, and even when I went out, I only trimmed it a little anyway. I really hadn't given it much thought that it might be a problem until Lindsey said something:
"What the hell? That thing needs to be cut. No wonder you never got your boyfriend to go down on you. With hair like that around your slit, I wouldn't go down on you either. Why don't you shave it off?" Lindsey asked.
“I never had a reason to shave them off,” I informed my girlfriend.
"Well, now you know one. If you expect me to lick you, then you need to go to the toilet now and take care of your hairy pussy," I was told.
I didn't want to sound like a baby and tell her I'd never shaved my pubic hair before because I didn't know how. So I asked her if she'd help me. She jumped at the chance. I put my nightgown back on and she slipped into hers. When we were both ready, we walked down the hall to the bathroom, where we quickly undressed again. She got out a pair of scissors and had me get into the tub. She quickly cut off as much hair as she could without hurting my skin. Then she took shaving cream and had me wet the area. It felt wonderful as she ran her fingers over my vulva, and thanks to the cream, I was close to coming.
The urge quickly subsided when she came after me with a razor. Having something sharp so close to my intimate area made me nervous. She was very careful and finished in a few minutes. I rinsed it off and found my pussy completely hairless. It was so soft and supple that I knew I had to stay that way from then on. She took some baby oil and oiled the whole area. She told me it would help the healing process of any cuts. I was to dry the oil off with a towel, and soon we were naked in her room and in bed. I had to stop and take a closer look at my now completely naked pussy. I loved not only the feel but also the look of it. This time I was in bed first, and she jumped on top of me. Her super-wet pussy, pressed against my face, drove me wild with desire. I had never had my face so close to a pussy before, but for some strange reason, the sight and smell of Lindsey's cunt being forced into my mouth and nose instantly turned me on.
While Lindsey's pussy was pressed against my face, I felt her tongue begin to lick the outside of mine. I quickly wondered what her pussy tasted like, and since she was already licking mine, I knew she wouldn't mind if I stroked it with my tongue once or twice.
The moment I first licked, Lindsey pulled out of my pussy and shouted, "Oh, damn... Yes... Lick it... Stick your tongue in my cunt!"
I lifted my hips and let my best friend know that my pussy wanted her attention. As I did that, I did what she asked and slid my tongue deep inside her. The pure taste and soft feel of a hairless pussy drove me to fuck her as hard as I could with my tongue. Lindsey understood what I meant, and as I licked, sucked, and fucked her pussy with my tongue and mouth, she went back to mine. We hadn't been giving each other oral sex for ten minutes when I got a shot of her pussy cum. Not only did my face get super wet with her juices, but her whole body started to tremble.
She started moaning just before her body began to tremble, and didn't stop until her orgasm was over and her body had returned to normal. As soon as her orgasm subsided, she went back to me. This time, she attacked my pussy with even more fervor. It was almost as if she wanted to see if I was a shooter too. She had buried a finger as deep as she could inside me, while her tongue and teeth worked my hard little clit. I felt the tension mount just before my own body began to tremble. My breath came in gasps as I slid her labia out of my mouth. I began panting more heavily as I pressed myself upwards and into my girlfriend's face.
The next moment, I was fucking Lindsey's face with my pussy while her tongue and teeth worked me over. My gasps quickly turned into heavy moans as I approached an incredible orgasm. I groaned loudly and for a long time as my hips thrust upward and locked into position. I shot a huge load that surprised Lindsey. She pulled back, but then reached inside me again and waited for the next shot. The second, third, and fourth shots mostly went into her mouth and down her throat. Now that my body was slowly returning to normal, Lindsey pulled out from between my legs and repositioned herself.
She snuggled up to me and whispered with her face to my ear: "Damn, you came a lot."
I explained to her that it had been a while since I'd come. I also told her that she was my first and that I'd really enjoyed it. She told me that I was really good too, and that she didn't usually squirt as much as she had just a few minutes before. We chatted for a few minutes, but then decided that since we were both sexually satisfied, we should probably get down to studying. We got up, got dressed, and started studying. We studied for several hours and eventually went to bed in the early morning. We cuddled up close and fell asleep.
It was just before noon when we got up to find something to eat. After eating, we went back to our books and continued reading on and off for the rest of the weekend. When school started again, I felt much better about my exam results.
The grades were announced, and I did much better than expected. I had graduated, and now that I had received my college acceptance letter, I started looking into which courses I wanted to take.
After graduating, I worked more to save money for college. I found time to spend at least one night a week with Lindsey. Sometimes at my place, sometimes at hers, but no matter where we were, we licked each other to an incredible orgasm.
My eighteenth birthday was fast approaching, just a week before I was due to pack my things and start a new college life. Between work, planning my courses, organizing my birthday party (which was to be combined with a college party), and giving and receiving sexual gratification with Lindsey, I was pretty busy, both mentally and physically.
A week before my birthday party, Lindsey and I had just had amazing sex in her bed when she asked me a question: "Have you been wondering what your new roommate will be like? You know, cute... sexy... and do you need a pussy licking?" Lindsey asked.
At that moment, I realized I had forgotten something very important. I'm sure I turned deathly pale because I felt the blood rushing to my head. I felt nauseous. And my fingers and toes tingled as if they had all fallen asleep.
"Shit!" I screamed and sat up in bed.
“What?” Lindsey blurted out quickly, because she thought I had an emergency.
“I… I… I… Shit…”, I continued to groan, feeling like I was going to faint.
“What’s wrong?” Lindsey asked again, grabbing my shoulder and shaking me.
"I forgot to call and ask for a room." I finally managed to do it.
"So what? Just call tomorrow morning and let them know you need a room," Lindsey said calmly.
"It's not that simple. It's a small college, and most students live at home while they study. The number of dorm rooms is limited and they fill up quickly, so I'm not sure if I'll get one, but I'll call and ask," I told her as I lay back down to sleep.
Lindsey held me, not in a sexual way, but in a maternal one. I eventually fell asleep and woke up early the next morning. I called and learned that all the dorm rooms were taken. They also told me that freshmen weren't allowed to live off-campus unless they were staying with a host family or relative. To make matters worse, they told me that all the host families were taken and there was a waiting list. Against my better judgment, I asked about staying with my brother. They quickly found him and told me that he wasn't registered as a host, but that he had good grades and wouldn't be a problem, so all he had to do was come by and sign some paperwork. It was a start, at least, but now I knew I had to give in and call my brother, Rodger.
Rodger would be a junior next year and had only been living alone for a year. I recently learned that his roommate had just graduated and moved out, leaving Rodger to pay for the entire apartment. I knew he was looking for someone, but I wasn't sure if he had anyone in mind, so I thought I'd give him a call. I dialed the number, and when my brother answered, I froze. We got along well, but since he was turning 21 this year and I was just turning 18, I was a little intimidated by him. Now that I needed his help, I was even more afraid of what he might say.
“Hello? … Hellooooo, is anyone there? …”, I heard Rodger ask repeatedly.
“Hi, Rodger. This is Peggy… your sister,” I stammered.
"Oh, hello. Is everything alright?" he asked.
I completely understood why he asked what he did and how he asked, because I very rarely called him. I don't really know why, except that he had his life and I had mine, and the two never seemed to overlap much.
“Yes… I guess… well… not really… I mean… I have a problem,” I replied curtly.
With a slight chuckle, he said, "What's wrong?"
“I forgot to call and get a room in the dorm, and now they’re all taken. So… I was wondering if I could… maybe… stay with you,” I pleaded.
"Mmm... I'm not sure. I can't afford the whole apartment and the tuition. You know, that costs more than a dorm room. Where are you going to get the money?" he asked. But before I could voice my thoughts, he brought up something else I'd hoped he wouldn't. "Didn't Mom tell you a long time ago to call and get a room assigned to you?" he asked.
“Yes, but I forgot about it until it was too late,” I admitted.
"That sounds like you. You never liked doing what you were told. What about the money?" he continued.
"Well, I was just about to ask Dad. I checked with the college, and they said I could live with you, but you'd have to go to the office and sign some papers." I told him and after a pause asked, "Could you do that while I work on Dad? I'm running out of time."
"I reckon I can do that before I go to work." He promised.
I thanked him for putting up with his stubborn sister and said I'd call him back later that evening. He laughed as he told me that at least I knew I was stubborn. I stayed with Lindsey until my father came home from work. I arrived just minutes before he did and greeted him at the door with a truly pitying expression.
Dad looked down at me and asked, "What have you done now?"
I guess I'd given him one too many pitying looks. I smiled and followed him into the living room, sitting on his lap as he relaxed after a long day at work.
“I have a problem,” I began, making another sad face.
"That's a big surprise," he said sarcastically.
“Dad!” I shouted.
"Excuse me. What do you need?" he asked.
I took a deep breath and told him I'd forgotten to ask for a room and what I'd found out during my phone call. I also told Dad I'd called Rodger. I explained what Rodger had told me and what I needed. Dad said he'd call Rodger and talk to him and let me know the decision. After dinner, Dad called Rodger, and they talked for quite a while.
I was on pins and needles the whole time. Finally, I went to my room and waited because I couldn't hear anything anyway. When they were finished, Dad came into my room and sat on my bed. I sat next to him and hoped for good news.
“Okay, Rodger and I have discussed the problem and come up with a plan. I’ve agreed to pay all his rent while you’re here. BUT… there are a few things you both have to agree to. You’re both responsible for all utilities and groceries. You both have to pay for your school fees, classes, books, etc.,” Dad was saying when I interrupted him.
"Okay, my student loan will cover most of it, and I hope to get a part-time job. Plus, I've saved some money." I explained.
"Okay... Now for some 'not so pleasant' things. Rodger will be in charge. I know you'll be 18 when you arrive, but still... You'll have a curfew on weekends between 10 p.m. and midnight. You need to get good grades and not cause any trouble. Rodger has to approve of every boy you go out with, just like I do now. And one more thing: I expect the two of you to get along and not fight. You'll have to work together to keep the apartment clean, and you two will decide who does what," Dad explained.
"Okay. I'll do my best." I agreed.
"Oh... before I forget: Rodger has a girlfriend. So when she's around, leave her alone. In other words, don't be as annoying as you were when Rodger had a girl staying with us."
Dad threatened.
I giggled and said, "That was when I was a little girl. I promise I'll leave them alone, no matter what they do."
Then I grinned devilishly at Dad, hoping he could read my thoughts. I wasn't sure if she slept in bed with him, but I figured he was at least having sex with her somewhere. I just didn't know if Dad had noticed.
I guess it didn't matter, because Rodger was a boy and almost 21 years old, so he could probably sleep with whomever he wanted.
"So what?", I replied.
"And what did you decide?" he asked.
"So, what did I decide?" I asked, while we played our little game.
When he came to the end, he answered, "Which college do you want to go to next year?"
“State University,” I replied. Then I took a shortcut from his next question and answered before he moved on to a brief one: “I thought I’d go to State University for a few years while I decide what I want to do. Then I can transfer to a larger university for a more specialized education.”
"It has nothing to do with the fact that your brother is already there, does it?" asked Dad.
With a slightly crooked smile, I replied: "It won't hurt."
My older brother Rodger and I got along pretty well, and since he'd been at the State University for a few years, I figured if I had a problem, he might be able to help me. I wasn't very independent, so I often needed help. This way, I could be away from home and still have someone I could rely on if something happened. Mom and Dad never said it directly, but I thought they had the same intention with my move there.
"Was that the letter you received from the State University today? Your acceptance letter?" Mom asked, interjecting into the conversation.
Giggling, I said, "Yes, that was him."
Dad, who then needed to know more details, asked: "Do you plan to live with Roger?"
With a pained expression, I replied: “Nooooo… Firstly, freshmen can’t live off-campus, and secondly, he has a roommate.”
"Then you should secure a room in the dorm before you arrive, because there aren't that many rooms available and they fill up quickly," Mom suggested.
Now that they knew my plans, I had to tell my boyfriend. It would be harder for him to tell him. I knew he wanted me to go with him across the country to a much bigger university, but the one he was going to attend didn't offer anything I could envision for my future. I loved him, but I worried about what would happen to me if we argued. I thought it was up to him whether we broke up or not, because I was prepared for a long-distance relationship.
Sex would be the most difficult part of the whole thing.
I wondered how I would tell him, and on our next date, I started telling him about my plans. It was going well until I revealed that I was going to state university for a few years before transferring to a larger university. He freaked out and told me that if I didn't go with him, he didn't want anything to do with me anymore. The more he threatened me, the angrier I got, until I finally told him we were done and he should take me home. When I got home, I told my mom what had happened, and she agreed that I had made the right decision. Even my dad was on my side, which surprised me. With most of my senior year of high school still ahead of me, I wondered what to do with my sexual satisfaction.
I hadn't really been interested in masturbation, and since my college plans were set, I didn't want to find a new boyfriend. I'd even considered just abstaining altogether. I was very busy with work, school, college preparations, and my 18th birthday party, which was only a week before I started college. I'd been doing pretty well without sex. That is, until I had a pajama party with my best friend, Lindsey. It was just before final exams, and she asked me to stay over the weekend so we could study for some tests. Knowing I needed extra help with some classes, I agreed. On Friday after work, I drove over to her place, planning to stay until Sunday night. I had all the time off to study anyway, so I thought it would work out perfectly.
"Are you ready?" I asked as we went into her bedroom after dinner.
“Why don’t we shower beforehand so we don’t have to stop during our study session?” Lindsey suggested.
"Okay, who goes first?" I asked.
"You are the guest, so you can go first," she said.
I had been to her place many times before and had even stayed overnight several times, so I knew where everything was and how it worked. I showered and dried myself off. I styled my hair and slipped into clean panties and then a long nightgown. After I was dressed, I went back to the room, and Lindsey took over the bathroom while I looked through some notes.
Lindsey showered, fixed her hair, but came back with only a towel wrapped around her body. I didn't think much of it, since we'd both been naked in front of each other before. We were both girls, so it wasn't a big deal anyway.
She pulled the towel off her body and continued drying herself, while asking, "So, how are you managing without a penis these days?"
I looked up, and when I saw her naked and heard the word "cock," something inside me stirred, making me wet. My eyes were immediately drawn to her freshly shaved pussy. Normally, I wouldn't find it particularly attractive, but since I'd been sexually frustrated lately, the mere sight of her aroused me.
“I said, ‘So, how are you managing without a cock these days?’” Lindsey said again, lowering her head so far that my gaze was diverted from her pussy and fell into her eyes.
“Excuse me… What did you ask?” I asked stupidly.
With a loud giggle, she replied: "No need to say, I already have my answer."
I know I turned as red as a tomato when she straightened up. I went back to my studies while Lindsey walked around the room, taking a pair of panties and a nightgown out of her drawer. She put her things on the chair and came over to me.
"Do you like it when your pussy is licked?" Lindsey asked.
With my head bowed, I replied: "I don't know."
“Shit… Are you saying that your ‘ex-boyfriend’ never… licked you?” she asked bluntly.
"No," I replied quickly.
“But let me guess, he expected you to suck his cock,” she then asked.
“Yes… Well…”, I replied slowly.
"Did he make you swallow too?" my best friend asked as she continued to question me.
I looked up, smiled and purred: “Um… Hmmm. It was good. I liked it… that he squirted in my mouth.”
"Have you ever licked a pussy?" Lindsey then asked, as she walked in another direction.
“No,” I replied, hoping she would understand that I didn’t mind and had simply never done it before.
Lindsey sat down opposite me on the edge of the bed. She spread her legs so that I could see not only her completely bare pussy, but now also her wet opening.
“I think we both need some sexual release before we can study tonight,” Lindsey suggested.
"You might be right about that," I agreed.
"Do you want a 69 position or do we want to do it to each other individually?" she asked bluntly.
Since I'd never done it before and didn't know much about oral sex, I figured if we did 69, I could just do what she'd done to me. I told her I'd love to do it together. She smiled as she lay down on the bed. I got up and took off my shirt. My small, firm breasts (size 75B) were staring right at Lindsey as my nipples hardened. Her much larger breasts (size 75C) looked even bigger now as she lay down on her bed. My mouth watered at the thought of taking each of her nipples into my mouth.
I dropped my panties and showed Lindsey my full, untrimmed bush. I hadn't bothered about it since I wasn't dating a man, and even when I went out, I only trimmed it a little anyway. I really hadn't given it much thought that it might be a problem until Lindsey said something:
"What the hell? That thing needs to be cut. No wonder you never got your boyfriend to go down on you. With hair like that around your slit, I wouldn't go down on you either. Why don't you shave it off?" Lindsey asked.
“I never had a reason to shave them off,” I informed my girlfriend.
"Well, now you know one. If you expect me to lick you, then you need to go to the toilet now and take care of your hairy pussy," I was told.
I didn't want to sound like a baby and tell her I'd never shaved my pubic hair before because I didn't know how. So I asked her if she'd help me. She jumped at the chance. I put my nightgown back on and she slipped into hers. When we were both ready, we walked down the hall to the bathroom, where we quickly undressed again. She got out a pair of scissors and had me get into the tub. She quickly cut off as much hair as she could without hurting my skin. Then she took shaving cream and had me wet the area. It felt wonderful as she ran her fingers over my vulva, and thanks to the cream, I was close to coming.
The urge quickly subsided when she came after me with a razor. Having something sharp so close to my intimate area made me nervous. She was very careful and finished in a few minutes. I rinsed it off and found my pussy completely hairless. It was so soft and supple that I knew I had to stay that way from then on. She took some baby oil and oiled the whole area. She told me it would help the healing process of any cuts. I was to dry the oil off with a towel, and soon we were naked in her room and in bed. I had to stop and take a closer look at my now completely naked pussy. I loved not only the feel but also the look of it. This time I was in bed first, and she jumped on top of me. Her super-wet pussy, pressed against my face, drove me wild with desire. I had never had my face so close to a pussy before, but for some strange reason, the sight and smell of Lindsey's cunt being forced into my mouth and nose instantly turned me on.
While Lindsey's pussy was pressed against my face, I felt her tongue begin to lick the outside of mine. I quickly wondered what her pussy tasted like, and since she was already licking mine, I knew she wouldn't mind if I stroked it with my tongue once or twice.
The moment I first licked, Lindsey pulled out of my pussy and shouted, "Oh, damn... Yes... Lick it... Stick your tongue in my cunt!"
I lifted my hips and let my best friend know that my pussy wanted her attention. As I did that, I did what she asked and slid my tongue deep inside her. The pure taste and soft feel of a hairless pussy drove me to fuck her as hard as I could with my tongue. Lindsey understood what I meant, and as I licked, sucked, and fucked her pussy with my tongue and mouth, she went back to mine. We hadn't been giving each other oral sex for ten minutes when I got a shot of her pussy cum. Not only did my face get super wet with her juices, but her whole body started to tremble.
She started moaning just before her body began to tremble, and didn't stop until her orgasm was over and her body had returned to normal. As soon as her orgasm subsided, she went back to me. This time, she attacked my pussy with even more fervor. It was almost as if she wanted to see if I was a shooter too. She had buried a finger as deep as she could inside me, while her tongue and teeth worked my hard little clit. I felt the tension mount just before my own body began to tremble. My breath came in gasps as I slid her labia out of my mouth. I began panting more heavily as I pressed myself upwards and into my girlfriend's face.
The next moment, I was fucking Lindsey's face with my pussy while her tongue and teeth worked me over. My gasps quickly turned into heavy moans as I approached an incredible orgasm. I groaned loudly and for a long time as my hips thrust upward and locked into position. I shot a huge load that surprised Lindsey. She pulled back, but then reached inside me again and waited for the next shot. The second, third, and fourth shots mostly went into her mouth and down her throat. Now that my body was slowly returning to normal, Lindsey pulled out from between my legs and repositioned herself.
She snuggled up to me and whispered with her face to my ear: "Damn, you came a lot."
I explained to her that it had been a while since I'd come. I also told her that she was my first and that I'd really enjoyed it. She told me that I was really good too, and that she didn't usually squirt as much as she had just a few minutes before. We chatted for a few minutes, but then decided that since we were both sexually satisfied, we should probably get down to studying. We got up, got dressed, and started studying. We studied for several hours and eventually went to bed in the early morning. We cuddled up close and fell asleep.
It was just before noon when we got up to find something to eat. After eating, we went back to our books and continued reading on and off for the rest of the weekend. When school started again, I felt much better about my exam results.
The grades were announced, and I did much better than expected. I had graduated, and now that I had received my college acceptance letter, I started looking into which courses I wanted to take.
After graduating, I worked more to save money for college. I found time to spend at least one night a week with Lindsey. Sometimes at my place, sometimes at hers, but no matter where we were, we licked each other to an incredible orgasm.
My eighteenth birthday was fast approaching, just a week before I was due to pack my things and start a new college life. Between work, planning my courses, organizing my birthday party (which was to be combined with a college party), and giving and receiving sexual gratification with Lindsey, I was pretty busy, both mentally and physically.
A week before my birthday party, Lindsey and I had just had amazing sex in her bed when she asked me a question: "Have you been wondering what your new roommate will be like? You know, cute... sexy... and do you need a pussy licking?" Lindsey asked.
At that moment, I realized I had forgotten something very important. I'm sure I turned deathly pale because I felt the blood rushing to my head. I felt nauseous. And my fingers and toes tingled as if they had all fallen asleep.
"Shit!" I screamed and sat up in bed.
“What?” Lindsey blurted out quickly, because she thought I had an emergency.
“I… I… I… Shit…”, I continued to groan, feeling like I was going to faint.
“What’s wrong?” Lindsey asked again, grabbing my shoulder and shaking me.
"I forgot to call and ask for a room." I finally managed to do it.
"So what? Just call tomorrow morning and let them know you need a room," Lindsey said calmly.
"It's not that simple. It's a small college, and most students live at home while they study. The number of dorm rooms is limited and they fill up quickly, so I'm not sure if I'll get one, but I'll call and ask," I told her as I lay back down to sleep.
Lindsey held me, not in a sexual way, but in a maternal one. I eventually fell asleep and woke up early the next morning. I called and learned that all the dorm rooms were taken. They also told me that freshmen weren't allowed to live off-campus unless they were staying with a host family or relative. To make matters worse, they told me that all the host families were taken and there was a waiting list. Against my better judgment, I asked about staying with my brother. They quickly found him and told me that he wasn't registered as a host, but that he had good grades and wouldn't be a problem, so all he had to do was come by and sign some paperwork. It was a start, at least, but now I knew I had to give in and call my brother, Rodger.
Rodger would be a junior next year and had only been living alone for a year. I recently learned that his roommate had just graduated and moved out, leaving Rodger to pay for the entire apartment. I knew he was looking for someone, but I wasn't sure if he had anyone in mind, so I thought I'd give him a call. I dialed the number, and when my brother answered, I froze. We got along well, but since he was turning 21 this year and I was just turning 18, I was a little intimidated by him. Now that I needed his help, I was even more afraid of what he might say.
“Hello? … Hellooooo, is anyone there? …”, I heard Rodger ask repeatedly.
“Hi, Rodger. This is Peggy… your sister,” I stammered.
"Oh, hello. Is everything alright?" he asked.
I completely understood why he asked what he did and how he asked, because I very rarely called him. I don't really know why, except that he had his life and I had mine, and the two never seemed to overlap much.
“Yes… I guess… well… not really… I mean… I have a problem,” I replied curtly.
With a slight chuckle, he said, "What's wrong?"
“I forgot to call and get a room in the dorm, and now they’re all taken. So… I was wondering if I could… maybe… stay with you,” I pleaded.
"Mmm... I'm not sure. I can't afford the whole apartment and the tuition. You know, that costs more than a dorm room. Where are you going to get the money?" he asked. But before I could voice my thoughts, he brought up something else I'd hoped he wouldn't. "Didn't Mom tell you a long time ago to call and get a room assigned to you?" he asked.
“Yes, but I forgot about it until it was too late,” I admitted.
"That sounds like you. You never liked doing what you were told. What about the money?" he continued.
"Well, I was just about to ask Dad. I checked with the college, and they said I could live with you, but you'd have to go to the office and sign some papers." I told him and after a pause asked, "Could you do that while I work on Dad? I'm running out of time."
"I reckon I can do that before I go to work." He promised.
I thanked him for putting up with his stubborn sister and said I'd call him back later that evening. He laughed as he told me that at least I knew I was stubborn. I stayed with Lindsey until my father came home from work. I arrived just minutes before he did and greeted him at the door with a truly pitying expression.
Dad looked down at me and asked, "What have you done now?"
I guess I'd given him one too many pitying looks. I smiled and followed him into the living room, sitting on his lap as he relaxed after a long day at work.
“I have a problem,” I began, making another sad face.
"That's a big surprise," he said sarcastically.
“Dad!” I shouted.
"Excuse me. What do you need?" he asked.
I took a deep breath and told him I'd forgotten to ask for a room and what I'd found out during my phone call. I also told Dad I'd called Rodger. I explained what Rodger had told me and what I needed. Dad said he'd call Rodger and talk to him and let me know the decision. After dinner, Dad called Rodger, and they talked for quite a while.
I was on pins and needles the whole time. Finally, I went to my room and waited because I couldn't hear anything anyway. When they were finished, Dad came into my room and sat on my bed. I sat next to him and hoped for good news.
“Okay, Rodger and I have discussed the problem and come up with a plan. I’ve agreed to pay all his rent while you’re here. BUT… there are a few things you both have to agree to. You’re both responsible for all utilities and groceries. You both have to pay for your school fees, classes, books, etc.,” Dad was saying when I interrupted him.
"Okay, my student loan will cover most of it, and I hope to get a part-time job. Plus, I've saved some money." I explained.
"Okay... Now for some 'not so pleasant' things. Rodger will be in charge. I know you'll be 18 when you arrive, but still... You'll have a curfew on weekends between 10 p.m. and midnight. You need to get good grades and not cause any trouble. Rodger has to approve of every boy you go out with, just like I do now. And one more thing: I expect the two of you to get along and not fight. You'll have to work together to keep the apartment clean, and you two will decide who does what," Dad explained.
"Okay. I'll do my best." I agreed.
"Oh... before I forget: Rodger has a girlfriend. So when she's around, leave her alone. In other words, don't be as annoying as you were when Rodger had a girl staying with us."
Dad threatened.
I giggled and said, "That was when I was a little girl. I promise I'll leave them alone, no matter what they do."
Then I grinned devilishly at Dad, hoping he could read my thoughts. I wasn't sure if she slept in bed with him, but I figured he was at least having sex with her somewhere. I just didn't know if Dad had noticed.
I guess it didn't matter, because Rodger was a boy and almost 21 years old, so he could probably sleep with whomever he wanted.