Story 27
“Shelley, can we please continue this interrogation tomorrow night?” Samara begged, completely exasperated by my onslaught of questions. “Don't worry. You have absolutely nothing to be concerned about. You will be fine! You are young, hot, and beautiful. You are a woman, a young woman who is still a virgin. Daniel is going to love you and he's going to love fucking you, So please, can I get some sleep?”
“Yes,” I responded laughing at myself. “My bad girl. Good luck on your exam in the morning and good night.”
“Night Roomie”, was the last thing I heard from Samara that night. I still had much on my mind so slumber had yet to find me. Samara and I were freshmen in college. We were assigned to the same dorm room and we quickly became the best of friends. We did almost everything together our freshman year except for the one thing that I had been questioning her about for the last couple of days.
Samara was dating Daniel, her fine, rich sugar daddy. His pictures alone were drool-worthy. When she showed me some of the top shelf, luxury gifts he often gave her, I became even more intrigued. She even returned from a couple of legendary weekend trips gleeful and glowing. Daniel insisted on paying her half of the rent for an off campus apartment for our sophomore year. I wanted in on the deal and Samara insisted she would have it no other way.
Neither of our parents was in the financial position to afford one of the highly coveted off campus apartments. We didn't see any reason to let that stop us. We were going to live it up and that meant getting into one of those swanky places. We were adults and wanted to live like adults, free from the rules of the on campus dwellings.
Samara met Daniel early in our freshman year but it didn't take her long to wrap him around her finger. I didn't blame her. What girl wouldn't want to be swept off her feet and taken care of by a rich, handsome man? He bought her things that she was decades away from being able to afford. When the topic of getting a place off campus came up, Samara immediately thought of the idea that we share Daniel's sex as well as his resources.
It would cost me my virginity. I had been holding on to it only because it seemed to be such a prize, a trophy for some stud to mount. I wasn't going to give it up to someone just because they turned me on. I wanted something valuable in return for my prize. The promise of this dream college experience was well worth it.
I wouldn't be giving it up to some broke ass kid my age who couldn't do anything for me. I was going to lose my virginity to Daniel and I couldn't wait to indulge in the life that Samara had relished in for most of our freshman year.
She urged me not to worry but as any virgin, I was understandingly concerned about how my first time would be. I wondered would it hurt as much as I had heard. I wondered if I would be any good at it or would I be a clumsy idiot who embarrassed herself.
Sleep finally overtook me for the night. When I woke the next morning, Samara was already off to her exam. I was happy to have an uneventful day since my soon to be living and love arrangement had remained at the forefront of my mind. I was already in bed when Samara finally returned to our room at the end of a long day.
“It's on! It's a done deal, Roomie,” she exclaimed as she pounced on my bed. “Daniel wants to meet you this weekend. He wants us to stay with him so you two can become acquainted if you know what I mean. He saw your pictures and he was most definitely turned on.”
“Really? Thank God! That is a relief.
“You're relieved? Great! So that means you don't have any more questions?” she teased.
“You know, I just hope I know what I'm doing. I don't want to make a fool out of myself. I want to be able to satisfy him.”
“It's not like it's going to be just the two of you. He doesn't just want me. He wants both of us and he wants all of us to be together. Follow my lead. I've been a freak for years! I got you girl!' she shined.
“I know. I still can't help but be nervous,” I replied. “So tell me, have you slept with as many women as men?'
“Enough to know what I'm doing. I'm a pretty awesome pussylicker I've been told.”
“I don't know how to do any of that. I don't know how to suck a dick. I don't know how to eat pussy and I don't just want to lie there like a wet blanket.”
“Well, I've told you as much as I can. There's only so much words can do. I can show you what to expect better than I can describe. Would you like a little crash course?” Samara asked as she gravitated towards me.
“Yes, I actually think I would like that.”
I had long desired to have sex with Samara but I didn't want to chance causing any awkwardness in our friendship. I was relieved that she made the first move. I was just as excited about being with her as I was about getting dicked down by the handsome and wealthy Daniel.
“Well,” she began, “Daniel is very thorough. He's going to have every part of your body screaming in heat before his dick even comes anywhere near you. First, he'll probably start by touching you very softly and slowly. He's really sensual and he'll be even more so knowing that you are a virgin.”
She began to demonstrate as she talked. She flipped my covers back and put her hand on my thigh. And caressed it slowly.
“He's going to gaze into your eyes as he slowly inches his hands closer to that tight twat. He's going to very delicately caress your sweet clit.” My body started to tingle as Samara's actions followed her words. “He's going to stroke it like this,” she said as her fingers gently circled my clit.
“Then, he's going to slide his fingers down your wet pussy lips until he gets to your tight, little, virgin hole, and very carefully, he's going to plug his fingers into you.”
“Mmm,” I moaned as Samara's fingers carried out the deeds she was describing. Still sitting up on the bed, I opened my legs wider so she could continue her lesson.
“He's going to poke his fingers in and out of your hot little cunt. He's going to get it soaking wet so you can handle his seismic, simmering sausage. In and out. In and out. He's going to work his fingers all around your pussy until you just about beg him to fuck you.”
She continued to play with my snatch. I began to worm and wiggle as she toyed with me. She leaned into me further. She was coming in for a kiss, to quench my desire to taste her lips and to lock my tongue onto hers. It was like slow motion, something straight out of a movie.
I closed my eyes and waited for her lips to reach mine. When they finally did, mine grabbed hold of hers and we kissed. It was all lips at first until I jabbed my tongue into her mouth. Kissing was something I was good at. That, I had practiced plenty. She was a little surprised at my assertiveness but quickly matched it.
We were deep into each other's mouths now and our tongues were dueling. They were battling for control of the moment. The kiss was fiery and passionate. It left no doubt that it was a kiss that we both had been pining for. She began to touch my nipples as we engaged in the extended tongue tangling session.
I reached out to reciprocate. Her breasts were soft and warm. They were pretty large for such a small framed girl as Samara. Her nipples were hard and I wanted to see them. I wanted to taste them just as I had desired to taste her lips. She pulled away from me and we smiled at each other.
“I could eat your pussy now. Would you like that?”
“Yes, that would be lovely,” I quickly replied.
I sprawled out on my bed as she crawled in between my open legs. She went fast to work as if this was on her mind all along. She cupped my ass in her hands and dove her tongue right into my twat. Her first efforts went straight to my swollen clit. She licked it gently seemingly knowing that the coolness of her tongue was fanning the flames of heat that our make-out session had fueled.
Her tongue was so chilly against my skin. I could now understand why she was having such a hard time describing what getting my pussy eaten would feel like. It was a feeling that until that very moment, I would never have been able to imagine, let alone put into comprehensible words. The feeling was magnificent and all she had done at that point was lick me back and forth.
My heat intensified as her tongue began to roll around my clit. I nearly lost my mind once she started nibbling and softly sucking on it. Instinctively, my hips began to move in rhythm to her oral endeavors. It was as if I had no say over them. Her tongue was like the strings of a puppet master and my body was moving in accordance with how masterfully she maneuvered.
Her tongue traveled the path of my intricate pussy lips, gliding seamlessly all around its layers. There was no stone unturned, not one part of my crotch left to its own. She attended to each flap, bathing every nook and cranny in her warm and abundant saliva.
The feeling was remarkable, extraordinary, simply out of this world. I didn't know if it was because of her particular skills or because I was new to this unfathomable experience. I finally surmised that it was probably a combination of both as I found myself lost in the whirlwind workings of her tongue.
Suddenly something came over me. I was getting hotter and hotter. It was as if the juices in me were about to boil over. I was losing control of my body. It was jerking and writhing wildly as the unfamiliar but glorious sensation continued to course through my being. With one last wild jerk, the eruption that was mounting finally came to full fruition.
I had climaxed. I had cum. That was the feeling; the very new and intense mind-blowing feeling. It was my first orgasm and it was tremendous. I could feel the wetness seeping from my twat. Samara was still lying in between my legs proud of the results of her tongue's activities. I was panting hard, gasping for breath and my heart felt like it was about
to jump right out of my body.