Kate and Emma. By JYM

By moc.loa@bnallaekiM

Published on Dec 29, 2009

Lesbian

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Kate and Emma. By JYM =================== When I left home for college I knew I'd never go back. My father had died two years earlier and my mother had remarried just eleven months later. Her new husband was scum and we had quite a number of arguments about it. She refused to believe that he tried to get into my pants the first time she brought him home. She told me I was imagining things. I told her I didn't imagine his hand on my ass and she slapped me. Our relationship went downhill from there. I went east to college, to a state university in New England. I was still seventeen when I arrived on campus. My eighteenth birthday still more than two months away. I'm small and slim, with black hair, brown eyes, and smooth olive skin. Not pretty, but tomboy cute. I have a tight athletic body - small firm breasts, a tight little butt, and nice legs. My legs are my best feature so I favor shorts and short skirts to show them off. My first week on campus was the usual week of total confusion and frantic activity. Then things started to settle down. My roommate was from western New York, a quiet studious girl who didn't talk much. I knew we'd never be life long friends but we got along okay. It was almost a week before I realized she was actually quite pretty. She was blonde and blue-eyed, her eyes magnified by the thick glasses she wore. She was taller than me, maybe 5' 8", and nicely build. Good legs too. One day, during my run, I was totally blown away when another girl whistled at me as I jogged past her. When I got back to the room I told Kate and she smiled. "How do you feel about that?" I shrugged. "Surprised. Guys don't even whistle at me." I grabbed my stuff and went down the hall to take a shower. When I came back Kate was gone and I didn't see her again until later that night. Another week passed. Another girl whistled at me. Or maybe it was the same one and I just didn't recognize her. I mentioned it to Kate, wondering aloud why they, or she, whistled at me. She put her book down and looked at me. "You're cute, Emma. And the tomboy look appeals to a lot of lesbians." She picked her book up. "I know it appeals to me." I glanced at her and she flashed a mischievous smile that made me think she was kidding me. That night I had a nightmare about my mother's new husband. I dreamed he was raping me and my mother was watching, doing nothing to stop him. I woke up in a cold sweat. Kate woke up too. "Are you okay, Emma?" "Yes, I just had a bad dream." I guess I didn't sound too convincing because she sat up. "Are you sure? Want to talk about it?" She threw her covers back. "Come and sit with me." I hesitated for a moment then slid out of bed. I crossed the room in two quick steps and sat down on her bed. She pulled the covers up around us and I told her about my mother's new husband and my dream. "I don't want to go home anymore. Can't. Won't" Then, stupidly, I began to cry. Kate put her arm around me and I buried my face against her shoulder. She held me, stroking my back gently while I cried. "And this thing with girls whistling at me........" "Don't go home if you don't want to. There are open dorms during holidays. You can stay here and study. Or go home with a friend. Stop worrying about it. As for girls whistling at you, does that really bother you so much?" I shrugged. "I don't know. Sometimes it does and other times I'm flattered. It's only happened twice. I just don't know." That's when she tilted my chin up and kissed me. It was a soft gentle kiss, so different from being kissed by a guy. When it was over she smiled and asked, "Do you want to go back to your own bed?" I hesitated, almost said yes. Then shook my head. "I don't know." She smiled and stretched out, pulling me down beside her. She pulled the covers up and said, "Relax. You're safe." She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. I stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes before I fell asleep too. When I woke it was still dark. Her clock read 3:43 a.m. I was laying on my side, facing my bed, and Kate was behind me, pressed up against me, spoon fashion. My T-shirt was up around my waist. Kate's arms were around me, one hand cupping my right breast, and my butt was pressed up against her belly. I thought about going back to my

own bed but I was too warm, felt too safe, and decide it was too much trouble. I drifted off to sleep again. When I woke up again it was 6:30 and I was in my own bed. I had a vague memory of being picked up and carried there. Kate was gone, off for her morning run before her early class. It was just as well because I needed time to think before seeing her again. That afternoon, when I came back from my last class, Kate was sitting at her computer. She glanced up with a smile. "Hi." I dropped my backpack on my bed. "Hi." I sat down and glanced around. " About last night....." She turned around in her chair. "Are you okay? I didn't scare you or anything?" I smiled. "Yes, I'm fine. I just wanted to say I felt very safe with you."

She grinned and patted her thigh. "Come here and sit down." I got up and sat down on her lap. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a long erotic kiss with lots of tongue on both sides, slipping her hand under my sweatshirt. I sighed and rested my head on her shoulder while she rubbed my belly. Her hand moved higher and she chuckled when she discovered I wasn't wearing a bra. I closed my eyes while she fondled my tits. After a moment or two she said, "Get up and take your clothes off. Check to make sure the door is locked." I checked the lock and then undressed slowly, enjoying the way she looked at me. When I was finished I sat down on her lap again, this time straddling her lap, facing her. We kissed and she fondled me, squeezing my tits gently, teasing my hard pointy nipples, stroking my back and buttocks. When I was totally aroused she stood up. I slipped my arms around her and wrapped my

legs around her waist, rubbing my mound against her sweatshirt. She cupped my buttocks and carried me to her bed. She set me down and I watched her undress. She had a great body - a strong body - wide shoulders, full firm breasts, good hips, long beautiful legs, and a nice ass. She stretched out beside me and we kissed and fondled each other for a long time. Then she slipped her hand between my legs and masturbated me to orgasm. It was fantastic! She held me while I moaned and shuddered and when it was over she did me again. And again. And again. After four orgasms in succession I was limp, sweaty, and exhausted. I fell asleep and didn't wake up until she shook me and said, "We need to hurry if we're going to get to the dining hall before it closes." We hurried and just made it in time. We chatted while we ate and Kate casually asked if I wanted to keep our relationship a secret. I thought about it for a minute or two. "No, not unless you do. Do you?" She grinned. "Not particularly." I was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I hadn't been wearing a bra all day and my panties were back on the floor of our room. It was dark when we left the dining hall. Kate slipped her hand into the back of my sweats and stroked my bare buttocks. "My, my. No bra and now no panties. What a slut you are!" She was laughing as she spoke. I bumped her with my hip. "And who made me hurry so much I didn't have time to find them? Hmmmm? But you're right, I am a slut.......your slut." She pinched my butt. "And don't you forget it!" We laughed and stopped in the shadows to kiss. When we got back to the room we both had work to do. Kate pulled the shade down and then said, "Take your sweatpants off." I glanced at her. "Are you asking me or telling me?" "Telling you." Absolutely no hesitation. She crossed the room and made sure our door was locked. It wasn't unusual. Most of the girls kept their doors locked at night. I nodded. "Okay." I slipped my sweatpants off and began to read, wearing just socks and sweatshirt. I felt very sexy. We worked steadily for a couple of hours. Then took a break. I put my sweatpants on and we went for a walk to get some fresh air. When we got back I took them off again and went back to work. I finished first and went over and kissed Kate on the back of her neck. "Go away, I'm not done." I continued to kiss her and she finally put her book down and told me to stretch out on her bed and masturbate. I did. She stopped reading and watched. It was exciting and a little embarrassing. But I enjoyed doing it while she watched. When I was done she went back to her reading. A few minutes later she put her book down and pounced on me. She put me on my knees, on her bed, leaning against the wall. Then she licked my pussy from behind. It was absolutely incredible! She brought me to the edge and held me there until I was sobbing in frustration. Then she push a finger into my anus and triggered the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced! Afterward, I started to cry. She pulled me onto her lap and asked what was wrong. I shook my head. "Nothing. It was just so damn good!" I kissed her. "I love you." Our affair continued through the fall, growing and getting more intense. But it wasn't all sweetness and light. We were no different than any other teenagers in that respect. She was a neat-freak and I was your basic slob. When she finally had enough she turned her stereo up, pulled me across her lap, and spanked me. On my bare butt. Did a good job of it too. By the time she stopped I was sobbing and begging for mercy. I promised I'd be a good girl in the future. I slept on my belly that night. Another fight came after I caught her in the student union, flirting with a cute little redhead named Karen. I dumped a glass of water in Kate's lap and stormed out. She followed me and apologized. I burst into tears and whispered, "The thought of losing you scares me to death!" She hugged me, kissed me, and took me back to our room and fucked my brains out with her new strap-on dildo. My eighteenth birthday was on the twenty-seventh of October. We got dressed up and Kate took me out to dinner. I wore a little black dress, white thigh-highs, and a pair of black pumps with 3" heels. No bra. No panties. We went to a nice Italian restaurant a couple of miles from the campus and had a wonderful dinner. Kate wore a new skirt and a beautiful silk blouse that must have cost as much as my whole wardrobe. We had a great time. She gave me a pair of gold earrings and kissed me right there in front of everyone. She took me home with her for Thanksgiving. It was a six-hour ride. She told me her parents knew she was gay and were comfortable with it. She introduced me as this way. "Emma, this is my father, Jack, and my mother, Marion. Mom and dad, this is Emma, my roommate and lover." Her parents were very gracious and welcomed me warmly. I helped her mother in the kitchen while she helped her father get his snow blower running. Her mother and I hit it off big time. Part of it was having another woman in the kitchen with her for a change. "Kate's very feminine looking but she has the soul of a mechanic. It `s so nice to have someone around who doesn' t get deathly pale at the thought of having to peel potatoes!" We were still laughing when Kate and her father came in from the garage. Kate and I stayed up late Wednesday night, watching television and talking. Then we went to bed. In her old room. Her mother didn't mention separate bedrooms. We made love and then fell asleep in each other's arms. Thanksgiving was a blur of aunts and uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews, grandparents on both sides, a host of people who seemed to think I was special because Kate loved me. It was great and I had a wonderful time! The high point came when Kate stood up and proposed a toast. "To Emma: my roommate, my friend, the love of my life!" Everyone drank and then there was lots of clapping and cheering. I sat there, blushing furiously, happier than I'd ever been in my life! We stayed up late again, made love on the rug in front of the fire, and slept late. We stayed over another night and drove back to school on Saturday. On Tuesday, I got a telegram informing me that my mother and her husband had been killed in an automobile accident on the way home from Las Vegas.

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