| Lesbian: Lusty Liaisons: Chris: Last Hope For Women (1/3) |
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I'd seen her across the field before. Chris, left snare drum. Her short hair and masculine clothing told me what I needed to know about her. I didn't think about her much, but every now and then, I'd fantasize about re-trying what I had long ago written off: women. Our new song in the marching band brought me to march right next to her. I found my eyes drawn to her, and a certain warmth deep in my belly. Her smooth legs flowing from her manly gym shorts, her pert breasts pushing out her shirts slightly under the drum carrier, and that dead sexy lip ring drove me crazy all through band practice. When practice was over, I thought the torture was over, but I wasn't so lucky. Or maybe I was so lucky. Walking back to the dorm she walked up behind me. "Hey. I'm Chris," she said in that perfectly husky voice. "I noticed you noticing me during practice. Thought I'd say hi." My embarrassment was obvious as I stammered a response. "Yea. Sorry... I'm Nicky. You a freshman here?" "No. Sophomore. You're a freshman, though. I'm sure I would have noticed you if you had been here before with that kind of body." "Yea. I'm a freshman. You live this way, too? I've never seen you walking over here." "Nah. I live on north campus. I'm over here just for you, sweetie." I felt that tingling in my breasts, and a swelling between my legs. I decided to go for what I wanted: her. "Come to my room with me?" "I was hoping you'd ask, pretty thing. Got a roommate?" Chris said, smiling at my invitation. "She works in the evenings. The place is all mine for the next few hours. Well, all ours..." I surprised myself with my own assertiveness. "Perfect, because it will take me that long to get done what I've been wanting to do to you since I first saw you." At that moment, we had arrived at my dorm. The elevator took us to the fourth floor, and we walked to my room, her hand on the small of my back, sending shivers up and down my spine. As soon as we got into my room, it was an explosion of passionate fury. Her mouth quickly found mine, her tongue exploring my mouth completely. Her hands never stopped moving. They found my hips and pulled me into her with a strong force. Her groping hands pulled off my shirt, revealing a plain, but full sports bra and my flat, tan stomach. She took a second to admire my body, then went back to kissing me furiously, hands twining in my dark hair. The unfairness of our clothing situation struck me, and I pulled off her shirt, followed by her own sports bra. My hands cupped her breasts, and I rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She let out a slight moan into my mouth, |
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