"This is my favorite Aretha song," said Alison, turning up the volume on the hi-fi. "I prefer it to Say A Little Prayer, don't you?"
"You haven't answered my question," said Janet sharply.
"I know," Alison replied, her voice fading to a soft whisper. "I'm not sure about the whole idea."
"But you promised," Janet protested, flicking a strand of dark hair from her face as she shifted position on the bed. She sat barefoot and cross-legged on the patterned quilt, her hazel eyes staring intently at Alison.
The two girls were alone in Alison's small room in the dormitory block, spending an easy Sunday afternoon drinking juice and listening to CDs of old blues songs. Outside on the green lawn a pair of tiny birds flitted around in the sunshine, but no students seemed to be venturing into the daylight.
"Everybody is sleeping late today," Alison observed. "I reckon the whole university has a hangover after last night." She chuckled quietly to herself, toying with her blonde ponytail as she gazed out of the window. "Hell, I never drank so much beer in my whole life. What time did you leave the bar?"
"Two-thirty," Janet replied, pulling a stray denim thread from her jeans.
"Late enough, I guess," said Alison. "Did you go back to your room?"
Janet shook her head and grinned. "No, I went back to D Block with Paul and Craig."
"You had sex with Craig?"
Again Janet shook her head, her shiny mane of black hair bobbing around her shoulders. "No, with Paul. But
I didn't enjoy it much, because I felt so distracted."
"You were too drunk to concentrate?"
"No. I was thinking about you."
Alison gave no response, though her cheeks blushed and she bit her lower lip anxiously.
"You still haven't answered my question, girl," said Janet. "I'm starting to get impatient and angry."
Alison walked away from the window and sat on the bed, wriggling her bare toes into the sheepskin rug that her parents had given as a leaving present. The red miniskirt she wore had also been a gift, bought specially by her boyfriend back home in the hope that she would not forget him when she went away to college. But she had used their parting as an opportunity to make a fresh start, sending him a "sorry - it's over" email at the end of her first week at university. She had no qualms, however, about wearing the skirt he had purchased for her, nor the matching sleeveless red T-shirt that his mother had added to the gift.
"There's no need to get angry," said Alison, after a long awkward silence. "Last night we were both quite drunk, and we said some things that maybe we now regret."
Janet gave a deep frustrated sigh and rolled her eyes towards the ceiling. "Ah, so you were lying when you said you wanted to sleep with a woman? It was nothing more than beer-talk and bullshit."
"I didn't tell any lies," Alison retorted, feeling hurt and offended by the accusation. "I meant every word of it.
I'm still curious to see what it would be like to have sex with a girl, but I'm not sure if I want to rush into anything right now."
Janet shuffled closer to her friend, so close that her denim-clad knees brushed Alison's bare arm. At first Alison seemed to flinch, but after a moment of doubt she relaxed, leaning slightly against Janet's crossed legs with her hip pressing gently against them.
"Last night we agreed to experiment together," Janet recalled. "We drained our bottles at the bar and promised each other that today we would try some girly fun, to satisfy our curiosity, to see if we might even enjoy it. Do you not remember what you told me, just before Craig and Paul appeared?"
Alison nodded slowly, keeping her eyes fixed on the sheepskin rug. "I said that you are my best friend."
"You also swore that you love me," said Janet. "And that you reckon I look sexy and cute. Then I returned the compliment. But it was you who started talking about how you wanted to sleep with a woman, and it was your idea that we should try it in your room today. But maybe I don't seem so desirable when we're both sober on a Sunday afternoon?"
Alison shrugged, lifting her head to look into her friend's eyes. "I'm really nervous about trying it," she explained. "It seems a really big step to take, just to satisfy our curiosity. Maybe we're too young to take that step. Next year we'll both be nineteen, so perhaps we could see how we feel about it after our birthdays?"
"That's a pile of crap, and you know it," Janet replied, her eyes flashing angrily. Then her tone softened, and she reached out to caress her friend's forearm. "Who says a couple of eighteen year old girls aren't mature enough to experiment with some harmless bisexual lovemaking? I can certainly handle it, and I reckon you can too."
"Oh, God!" hissed Alison. "This is all too scary for me. What if it goes horribly wrong, and we start hating each other afterwards?"
Janet continued to stroke Alison's arm, moving her fingers up to where the red T-shirt curved around the shoulder. "What can possibly go wrong?" she objected. Then, seeing the uncertainty in Alison's face, she added: "If it's such a big deal, we could maybe have a kind of compromise, to make it less scary. Perhaps we should leave our underwear on?"
Alison's expression brightened somewhat, and a relieved smile curled across her mouth. "Neat idea! We'll keep our bras and panties on, but take everything else off."
Janet clicked her tongue and frowned, trailing her fingers tenderly around her friend's neck, beneath the silky blonde ponytail. "I really do think we should be topless. I'm wearing a lacy bra, which might scratch your skin when we snuggle close together."
"OK," whispered Alison. "You undress first."
Janet sprang from the bed and stood in front of Alison, smiling down at her friend's upturned face and feeling an overpowering desire to kiss her mouth.
"Take off the T-shirt," said Alison, her blue eyes gleaming eagerly. "That's it, baby, nice and slow. You were right about that prickly bra."
Janet flung the T-shirt away and cupped her hands around the underside of her bra-cups, lifting her pert breasts in imitation of the posing models she used to see in her brother's soft porn magazines. The sight aroused Alison, who started tugging at the zipper on her friend's jeans.
"I'll bet your panties match your bra," she ventured, licking her lips in anticipation. "White lace, in a tango style, or maybe a skimpy thong?"
"Your guesses are wrong," said Janet, inhaling deeply as her jeans were pulled down to her ankles. "You got the color right, but I always wear cotton in the daytime. Lace is too itchy. And so is a thong, so I never wear one. These sporty high-legs are far more comfortable."
Alison whistled softly between her teeth, placing her hands on her friend's slim hips and hoisting up the waistband of the white panties.
"You're so gorgeous and sexy!" she observed, pulling Janet closer and gazing up into her soft brown eyes. "I can see why Craig and Paul are always trying to get you into bed. If I was a guy, I'd have a hard-on every time I saw you in these cute cotton pants. They make you look like an innocent schoolgirl."
Breathless with excitement, she parted her lips to receive Janet's kiss. The brunette lowered her head, her long dark hair brushing Alison's cheeks and tickling her neck. To Alison, the kiss felt incredible and produced so many wonderfully dizzy sensations that she almost fainted. Janet's lips and tongue had a strangely soft texture, like satin rose petals or ribbons of the smoothest velvet. Her kiss was as gentle as a rustle of butterfly wings, filling Alison's senses like a sudden gulp of strong wine.
When eventually their mouths parted, Alison took a deep satisfied breath and coughed, feeling a dryness in her throat. "You've definitely kissed a girl before," she said.
"Not true," came the reply, as Janet straightened her spine and unhooked her bra. "This is my first time."
Alison whistled softly when the lace bra tumbled to the floor, the sight of her friend's bare breasts making her head spin with desire. Curling her fingers around Janet's slender waist, she placed her hands on the cotton-clad buttocks and gently squeezed, feeling the flesh firm and warm beneath the tight white material. Then, using her thumbs, she traced the shape of the panties from hip to gusset, following the sewn trim over the curve of Janet's ass to where it vanished into the hot secret places under her body.
"Your bottom feels amazing," said Alison. "I wish mine felt so pert!"
"Let's find out how it feels," Janet replied, caressing Alison's ears and stroking the blonde ponytail. "Swap positions!"
The girls quickly swapped places, Janet sitting on the bed with her hands around Alison's waist. For a brief instant Alison felt a twinge of her former anxiety, and she bit her lower lip as though having second thoughts about the experiment. But her hesitation dissipated as soon as she felt Janet's fingers lifting the hem of her red miniskirt, and a bout of giggling seized her.
"Hey!" she cried. "Let me take this T-shirt off before you start pulling at my skirt."
"I can't help it," Janet replied, her eyes wide with fascination as she raised the hem around her friend's hips. "I'm really curious to see what color panties you're wearing." Then her smile broadened, and she laughed aloud. "How sweet!" she added. "Pink cotton, with lots of tiny blue stars! Are they from your Barbie play set?"
"Nasty bitch!" Alison chuckled, retrieving her skirt and pushing the hem back into place. "These pants were a birthday present from my grandmother."
"Which birthday?" asked Janet, still tugging at the hem. "Your ninth, perhaps?"
"My eighteenth, actually!" Alison retorted, stepping backwards a pace. "Less than six months ago. So, stop making fun of my underwear, especially as yours doesn't even match."
To reinforce her point, she pulled the red T-shirt over her head and flung it aside, revealing a pink cotton bra that did indeed match her panties. The lace-trimmed cups snugly clasped her small breasts, but the garment seemed rather undersized, and her nipples were partly visible above the trim.
"Take it off, then," ordered Janet, pulling Alison closer. "Let me see your tits."
"There isn't much to see," Alison muttered sadly, as she removed her bra. But she gasped when Janet's
hands crawled up her body to gently caress her breasts. The sensation of a girl's fingers massaging her nipples was almost too much to bear, and her knees began to quiver like balls of jelly.
"They're getting hard," Janet observed, placing a tender kiss on Alison's navel and nuzzling her chin against the front of the pink panties. "Your little nipples, I mean. I can't describe how wonderful they feel when I touch them."
"Shit! I'm falling over!" said Alison. "I need to get on the bed."
She toppled forward to crawl onto the quilt, where she turned around and lay flat on her back. Janet clambered up into a kneeling position, crouching between her friend's legs while slowly stroking the gusset of her own underwear.
"My panties are drenched," she confessed, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "It feels like a tiny dribble of piss, but I know it's definitely something else."
"Do I turn you on?" Alison inquired, smiling at the view of Janet's gentle masturbation and feeling intensely aroused when she saw a damp stain on the crotch of the white panties.
Janet nodded, her nostrils flaring as she rubbed her forefinger along the length of her gusset. "My clit is tingling like crazy and feels as stiff as a pencil," she said softly. "It's nearly pushing through the wet cotton, and it's all because of you."
"Good," whispered Alison. "But what happens next?"
Janet shrugged, shaking her black hair and lifting her eyebrows. "Dunno. I'm as much a novice as you with this Lesbos stuff. Maybe we could caress each other's pussies for a while?"
"But we still keep our panties on?" Alison queried, a hint of panic flickering in her blue eyes.
"Yes, of course. Now, you just lie there while I make a start."
"Just relax," whispered Janet, kneeling forward with her right hand resting on her friend's crotch. The pink cotton felt so smooth, so tight, so soft and warm beneath her palm, her fingertips detecting the bristly mat of Alison's pubic hair through the thin material. "Does that feel OK?" she added.
"It feels really nice," came the reply. "Move your hand around a bit. That's it, nice and slowly. Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"
"Do you like it when I put my finger there?" asked Janet. "Like that, nestling between your pussy lips? Can you feel it, even through your underwear?"
Alison made no response, but her head twisted aside and she buried her face in a fold of the quilt. Her cheeks burned a deep shade of crimson and her hands clawed at the bed. Wayward blonde strands trailed across her face and her ponytail curled around her neck like a straggly piece of rope.
With her right hand Janet continued to stroke Alison's vagina through the pink panties, while her left caressed her own underwear until the white cotton at her crotch felt slick and wet in her writhing fingers.
"Oh hell, I think I'm going to climax," Alison muttered, her words stifled by the quilt.
"Me too!" Janet replied hoarsely, feeling a trickle of sweat run swiftly down the left side of her face.
Alison took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, the air whistling softly through her pursed lips as the first wave of orgasm enveloped her body. The sensation seemed familiar, like the satisfaction she used to receive from her ex-boyfriend's cock, but it arrived with a strange otherworldly quality which she found surprising and puzzling. She giggled at each ecstatic pulse, her spine arching upwards when the last wave pulsed through her veins.
"God! That felt amazing!" she hissed, her limbs twitching as she sank into the bed. "Nobody has ever touched my cunt like that before. Not even me!" Then, seeing Janet still kneeling between her legs, she smiled and added: "Now it's your turn."
"Hurry up, then," Janet replied, leaning backwards to lie on the bed with her knees raised and her legs apart. "I'm absolutely desperate to come."
"I won't caress your pussy," said Alison.
"Because I have a better idea," came the reply.
"Wow!" exclaimed Janet, her eyes wide with delight when she saw Alison crouching like a cat. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Alison nodded, licking her lips as she grinned. Shuffling along on her elbows, with her ass in the air, she brought her face close to her friend's crotch. Janet enjoyed the vision of Alison's neat round buttocks squirming as she moved, the panties stretching so tightly that they seemed like a thin layer of pink paint sprayed on the firm flesh.
"Sexy girl." Janet whispered, her long eyelashes fluttering when she felt hot breath against her inner thighs.
Alison stared at Janet's crotch for a while, her eyes discerning the outlined shape of Janet's vagina through the white panties. Beneath the thin material she saw the faint shadow of her friend's pubic hair, a perfect dark triangle with edges defined by a recent bikini-wax. The vision was so appealing that Alison felt a sudden burning urge to kiss it, so she pouted her lips and placed a small delicate kiss one inch above the slit, feeling the trimmed bristles prickling the tip of her nose through the white cotton.
Janet reacted by moaning softly, her hands crawling onto Alison's head to stroke the blonde ponytail. Alison inhaled her friend's scent, savoring a strong feminine odor that was like and yet unlike her own.
"Did you wear sweaty these panties yesterday?" she asked, in a gently mocking tone.
"Cheeky slut!" hissed Janet, tugging playfully at the ponytail. "Stop teasing."
"It's my revenge," Alison explained, blowing gently on Janet's mound. "Revenge for your jibe about my Barbie
Janet chuckled, grabbing Alison's head in both hands and pulling her face inwards. Alison gave a muffled giggle, before her tongue poked out to lick up and down Janet's slit. Even through the cotton Janet felt the sensation as intensely as if her cunt was bare, especially when the material became slick with a cocktail of her own juices and Alison's saliva. The blonde girl's tongue worked faster and faster, tracing quick circles around the edge of Janet's swollen labia while darting into the groove between them, pushing the wet gusset deep into the slit. For Alison, the crowning moment came when the tip of her tongue found her friend's stiffening clitoris, a nodule of firm flesh pushing upward beneath the panties. Having discovered it, she diverted all her attention to it, until Janet lay writhing and purring like a kitten.
Boldly, but only after mustering all her courage, Alison wormed a finger along Janet's gusset, exploring beneath her body to where the underwear swept around to her ass. Alison felt an overwhelming curiosity to see Janet's reaction to anal stimulation, so she pressed her fingertip into the cotton at the place where she guessed her friend's rear hole to be located. The guess was accurate, the touch bringing a quivering gasp from Janet.
"Does that feel nice?" asked Alison, briefly withdrawing her mouth from Janet's crotch.
"Amazing," whispered Janet. "It's like a lovely tingling in two places at the same time. Don't stop!"
"I won't," said Alison, quickly resuming her task.
Two minutes passed before Janet surrendered to orgasm, her climax erupting with such vigor that she yelled a muffled shriek into the quilt. Her whole body shuddered, the sensations intensifying when Alison pulled the waistband of the white panties so high and taut that the drenched gusset clasped Janet's cunt like a vice, compressing the sensitive flesh. An exquisite pain shot through her throbbing clit, doubling and trebling the power of the orgasm, making her cry out loudly.
"Hush, baby!" hissed Alison, kissing a trickle of sweat from her friend's taut stomach. "You'll wake everybody up."
As if to prove the point, footsteps sounded in the corridor, followed by an urgent tap on the door.
"You OK, Ali?" a female voice inquired anxiously.
"Yes, I'm fine!" Alison answered, sitting upright suddenly. "Just having a laugh with my drinking buddy from G Block."
The footsteps faded away into a brief silence, which the two girls quickly shattered in a mutual fit of giggling.
Janet rolled onto her side, burying her face in the quilt and curling her knees under her chin.
"Shit, that was so embarrassing!" Alison chuckled. "Your scream was so obviously sexual. I should have said I was fucking some guy."
"Or, we could be totally honest," suggested Janet, peering with one hazel eye over the edge of the quilt. Her dark hair hung in a tousled mane around her shoulders and strayed across her face.
"No way!" replied Alison. "I'm not telling anyone about this. People just wouldn't understand."
"It doesn't mean you and me are lesbians or anything," said Janet.
Alison smiled, reaching down to caress her friend's feet and toes. "Maybe that's precisely what it means," she whispered.