Chapter 2
Karin walked into the living room. Smells of ham and eggs flowed from the kitchen. She heard Anne and Suzanne's chatting as they prepared breakfast. Karin entered the kitchen.
"Hi. You two are up early, aren't you."
"Good morning, Karin," said Suzanne. "Would you like breakfast."
Suzanne spoke with a French accent. She and Anne were natives of Paris who came to Boston as part of a student exchange program. The two girls had attended school together in France; now they were roommates while studying in America.
"Thanks," Karin replied. "It smells delicious."
The three girls sat down to the breakfast table to partake in the morning feast. Anne giggled as she bit into her toast.
"What's so funny?" Karin asked.
"Suzanne and I were discussing the guest list for our next party. We were thinking of inviting Charlotte and Marie."
Karin's eyes grew wide with surprise.
"That's a good idea," she said, "but I thought you objected to straight people."
"No no, Karin, you have it wrong," Anne interjected. "We object to those with narrow minds. We spoke with Charlotte yesterday and her mind is far from narrow." She lowered her tone to one of confidentiality. "And Karin, I even think one might make a pass at her with a fair chance of success. She is ripe for the joys of her sisters."
"What makes you say that?" Karin almost trembled as she asked the question.
"She was complaining to me about men the other day," Anne replied. "I asked her if she had ever considered making love to a woman, and she said that she was so fed up with men that she would do it if she met the right woman."
"Really," Karin remarked, trying to sound casual.
Anne and Suzanne passed each other glances. They were both aware that Karin had passionate attraction for Charlotte that she was afraid to admit because she knew that Charlotte was a heterosexual. Karin was a lesbian.
So were Anne and Suzanne, but they differed from their American roommate in this respect: they fucked women as they fucked men, both joying in the delights of both sexes equally, but Karin strictly fucked women. A male body had no attraction for her. She loved the creamy delights of a sister's flesh.
Karin and Charlotte had developed a close friendship, based on a mutual dissatisfaction with life in general. At the heart of both their complaints was loneliness, the loneliness of life without a lover of both heart and body. Karin had never admitted to Charlotte that she sought a woman as her life's companion, for she was afraid to reveal that she thought of Charlotte as a potential lover, afraid of scaring her away.
Charlotte and Marie, however, knew that Karin was a lesbian, for they had heard all the campus rumors and had seen her going in and out with her various lovers. And of course, everyone knew about Anne and Suzanne and the wild parties they held; sometimes Charlotte and Marie could hear the wild sounds of orgiastic delight coming from the apartment in the middle of the night. And strange people were always going in and out.
So Charlotte had not been suprised when Anne had broached the subject with her. Anne had knocked on Charlotte's door, the night of Marie's date with Kevin, to borrow a roll of toilet paper. Charlotte, desiring some company, had invited her to have some coffee.
"I'm awfully glad you came by," Charlotte said, pouring the steaming black liquid. "Marie has a date and I didn't feel like being alone."
"Then I am so glad too," Anne replied. "I have often wanted to get to know you and Marie better."
"Well, feel free to come on over any time," said Charlotte.
The girls sipped the hot liquid.
"Tell me," Anne asked, "are you and Marie lovers?"
Charlotte was a little surprised by the question, but she kept her composure.
"No." A pause. "I bear that you and Suzanne are, though.."
"What one hears and what actually is are two different things," Anne replied. "Do you think what you hear is true?"
"Well, you asked me, now I'll ask you. Is it true? Are you and Suzanne lovers?"
"Yes, we are," Anne replied. "Are you shocked?"
"No, of course not," Charlotte replied. "I think it's great that you can be so open about it."
"There's nothing to hide," Anne told her. "I am not ashamed of what I do. It's funny, the things people are afraid to admit about themselves. Take Karin, for instance. She is afraid to tell people, afraid they will look down on her. Me and Suzanne, we tell her that she should be the one looking down on people with ignorant minds; yet, she begs us to keep her secret."
Charlotte pondered over Anne's words as she spoke. She and Karin had become close friends and Karin had hinted at something like this for a long time. Charlotte had not been anxious to press the matter, as she suspected that Karin was after her ass. She didn't need any more complications in her life. She could think of no way to ruin a good friendship as readily as having to reject the advances of a lesbian she liked.
"But you don't keep her secret for her," Charlotte suddenly observed.
Anne laughed. "No, I tell you, is that what you mean? But you see, Charlotte, I think the whole idea of secrecy is absurd. I cannot take it seriously. Poor little Karin would be quite perturbed if she knew of this conversation, but that is no reason for us not to be frank with each other."
"It seems to me that you went out of your way to reveal it to me," Charlotte remarked. She was not sure she approved of Anne's fickle attitude towards her friend.
"And what of it? Do you think any less of Karin?"
"No. I always suspected she was gay; now I know for sure."
"Yes. Now you know for sure," Anne repeated. "And how about you? Have you never been tempted by a woman's charms?"
"Have I ever wanted to fuck a woman?" Charlotte asked.
Anne nodded.
"I don't know. I never thought about it, really." Charlotte found herself feeling uncomfortable, trying not to show that the topic under discussion made her uncomfortable. Anne picked up on it and used it to her own advantage.
"Charlotte," she said, "I do believe you have repressed desires."
"I don't think so," Charlotte said, shaking her head. She wished Anne would go home.
Anne had overstayed her welcome.
"Tell me about the men in your life, then," Anne requested. "Would fucking a desirable woman be so different than fucking a desirable man? The answer is yes, of course. Different in an exciting erotic way. Suzanne and I, we indulge in both sexes-it's the only way to live. Karin, you see, only loves women. She is as repressed as you are, in that way."
"I don't think I'm repressed," Charlotte argued.
"Then why do you object to the sensual joys of the female so intently?"
"I don't object. I just don't feel inclined to it myself, that's all." Charlotte was becoming angry. "What is this third degree anyway? Can't you just be content that I accept you the way you are and do the same for me?"
Anne laughed. "Don't take it so seriously, Charlotte. I accept you the way you are. What is it to me that you deprive yourself of a whole realm of sensual joys. I am not such a fool myself." The sarcastic echo of Charlotte's words did not go unnoticed.
"I'm not a fool because I don't want to fuck women," Charlotte declared. "And you needn't be so pretentious about it either, as if you've discovered some wonderful way of life that everybody else isn't on to. Most people are heterosexual, and happy that way."
"Not so," Anne claimed. "Most people are heterosexual and miserable. I am not saying that bisexuality will make them happier, but it would certainly make life more interesting. Look at me and Suzanne. We are lovers-we live together. We both seek out lovers of both sexes, exciting and desirable men and women, to share in the wonder of sexual sensation. It helps pass the time."
"Well, you can pass the time with women. I prefer men," said Charlotte.
"Oh, but you see, that's just it. Men aren't always available. So what is one to do? Remain celibate? No, of course not. So a woman can masturbate. But that becomes dull, unexciting. It lacks the stimulation of another horny animal besides oneself. So the next step is to find another horny being."
Charlotte looked intently at Anne's face. Her voice was growing quite serious and had lost the tone of teasing.
"That's what happened to Suzanne and me," Anne continued. "We were schoolgirls in Paris. Neither of us had had a boyfriend for months. So we turned to each other. I remember it well-we talked about it, as a joke. Then we thought, why not? What's to stop us? Why not try it? If we don't like it, we never have to do it again."
"That makes sense," Charlotte had to agree.
"It was glorious," Anne declared. "Making love to Suzanne was a joy. She is a highly sensual being, very stimulating, very erotic. Her very moans drive me to a frenzy of passion'. Many men are unable to provide me with the enjoyment she is able to."
"So it worked out for you," said Charlotte. "That's good. That's not what I'm arguing about."
"There is nothing to argue about," insisted Anne. "I have everything you have, plus more. That is the fact."
Charlotte remained silent. There was no way to refute what Anne was saying. But she didn't want to admit that it was true.
"Come now," said Anne. "Don't you ever wonder about it, what it's like?"
"I do, sometimes," Charlotte admitted.
"Don't you ever feel tempted to try it out?"
Charlotte hesitated. Then she spoke.
"Only when I'm fed up with men," she said. "Then I think of the women I know and like and I wonder why I can't get my kicks with them. But I never do anything about it. I know I really don't want to."
"Seriously, is it because you don't want to or because you don't want to want to. Be honest with yourself," said Anne.
"I don't know." Charlotte shook her head, then laughed. "You've gotten me so confused, I don't know what I think or what I want."
"Consider the possibility, Charlotte. I know Karin is dying for a piece of your ass-why don't you try it out with her? A more tender and compassionate lover I don't know of."
"Well, that's going a bit further than I'm ready for," Charlotte replied. "This is just at the thinking stage. But I'm getting so fed up with men, that I don't know what I might do."
"This is a far cry from the way you were speaking before," Anne remarked.
"Is it?" Charlotte asked. "I guess it is. I guess you were right, I was repressing things. The truth is, I had a dream about fucking Marie last week and I can't get it from my mind. I'm sorry I was so difficult."
"Don't be sorry," Anne said. "You're okay, you know. It's not many who will admit to being wrong."
"Now, I'm not admitting I was wrong," Answered Charlotte, laughing. "I just wasn't behaving like my open-minded sensible self. And that dream does make me think, that much I will admit. One of these days, who knows?"
"Well, if you ever decide to fuck a girl, come on over. One of us will be happy to oblige you," said Anne.
"Thanks," Charlotte laughed.
"No thanks needed. You are very desirable."
Anne had left Charlotte afterwards, thinking that she and Suzanne ought to invite her to their next party. She was a nice person with enough good humor to admit her mistakes. And having another woman to fuck, right next door, would be a very convenient thing. Who knows, maybe Marie would come too and they both would turn lesbian. It was a nice thought.
But this morning, at the breakfast table, Suzanne and Anne were interested in Karin's reaction to the idea. They knew she was attracted to Charlotte in both body and soul. They found it amusing.
"Let me invite them," Karin insisted, as Suzanne looked at Anne from out of the corner of her eye.
"Why don't you," said Suzanne. "You and Charlotte are pretty good friends, are you not?"
"We're very close," Karin replied.
"We're going to visit Greg," Anne said, as she cleared the table. "Do you want to come along?"
"You know I don't like men," said Karin. Greg was a young stud that the two coeds were fond of fucking together. They were always trying to get Karin to try out a man, at least when there were other women involved. She was missing so much.
"Suit yourself," said Anne.
Karin went from the kitchen back to her bedroom. Lying on her bed, she thought about her sexuality. Anne and Suzanne were always trying to persuade her to have sex with a man. She had sworn off men from the time she discovered she was a lesbian and didn't intend to have anything to do with them.
Anne and Suzanne would remind her that she could get off mostly on the women involved in the group sex, but Karin still did not want to go. Men were never very nice to her and they weren't apt to start being nice at this late date. Karin was not an attractive woman and had always been hurt by the inattention of the opposite sex.
She thought back to her first lesbian experience. She had been in high school and was madly in love with a boy in her math class. He never gave her a tumble. Billy, that was his name, always treated her like she was an asexual creature without an ounce of erotic feeling in her body. She could not stand the condescension of his manner; she was not treated as one of the boys, but she was not treated as one of the girls either. All the boys at school treated her like this, but it was Billy that mattered most.
Karin remembered the day she had turned lesbian. Billy had asked this silly stupid girl with a beautiful face and sexy figure to the school dance. Karin had been very hurt, for she had helped Billy with his math homework all semester, trying to attract his notice.
She went to a park after school, too upset to go home. She was horny, very horny, and she was sick of masturbating. She just could not take it any longer. Karin sat on the park bench, crying. A pretty blonde woman, about thirty years old, came up to her.
"Honey, what's the matter? Are you sick?"
"No, no," Karin sobbed, quickly wiping her eyes. "I'll be alright."
Karin was embarrassed that someone had seen her give vent to her deep despair. She tried to recover herself.
"Something got you down?" the woman asked. "What is it, boys?"
There was something in the woman's tone that made Karin know she would understand.
"Yes. They never ask me out. I wish I was dead."
The woman let Karin cry on her shoulder. When she had calmed down, choking little heaves, the woman again addressed her.
"I'm Lucy," she said. "What's your name?"
"Karin."
"Listen, Karin," said Lucy. "You need to talk to somebody, don't you?" Karin nodded.
"Well, it's awfully cold out here. I live about a block away. Come to my apartment and I'll make you hot chocolate. Then you can tell me all about it."
Karin looked up at Lucy. She was blonde and beautiful and had kind eyes. Karin was sixteen and flattered by the interest the older woman was taking in her. She decided to accept the invitation.
Sitting at the table, drinking hot chocolate, Lucy quizzed Karin about her troubles with boys.
"You say they never ask you out. I can't understand why. You're a lovely girl."
"I'm not pretty, like Clara Roberts."
"Who's she?" Lucy had asked.
"She's an idiot, but Billy's taking her to the dance Saturday night."
"Listen Karin," said Lucy. "You are so pretty. Everybody has a bit more of one quality than they do of another. You aren't the most beautiful girl in the world, but you can make yourself attractive by concentrating on your other qualities."
"I'm very shy. I have trouble making friends."
"Nonsense," Lucy remarked. "We made friends quite easily, didn't we now."
Karin nodded. She felt flattered that the beautiful woman with the sparkling yellow hair should be paying so much attention to her.
"And you are attractive," said Lucy, stroking Karin's forehead. "Why don't you comb your hair in a style that's more flattering to your face?"
Lucy removed the rubberband that held Karin's hair in a pony tail. She ran her fingers through her brown hair, rubbing Karin's scalp with her fingernails.
Karin stared into Lucy's green mysterious eyes. There was something there that scared her, but she couldn't figure out what it was. The touch of Lucy's hand on her brow was soothing, however, and she did not want to move.
"Karin," said Lucy, in a low breathless tone, "do you know what a lesbian is?"
Karin jumped up. She realized why Lucy was being so nice to her, why she had taken her home. She felt threatened.
"Yes."-
"What do you think of the idea?"
"I think it's wrong," Karin had said.
"What if I told you that I'm a lesbian?" Lucy had asked.
Karin was speechless. Her tongue was tied. She didn't know what to say.
"But, but, you're so pretty!" she finally exclaimed.
Lucy laughed. "And you thought all lesbians were ugly old dykes?" she asked.
Karin nodded, embarrassed.
"Well, now you know we're not. It's an ugly lie, to scare kids like you from making exciting new discoveries. Karin, would you let me make love to you? I find you very attractive."
Lucy put a hand over the firm tender tit, cupping and squeezing the gentle young flesh. Karin felt frightened, but excited too. She had always wondered what it would feel like for someone to touch her there. She had always imagined that it would be a boy's fingers, rubbing and grazing her hot tingling titty flesh, but now that a woman's hands were rubbing her secret parts, it was more exciting than she ever could have dreamed.
"I, I don't know," Karin stammered, unsure of herself. She knew it would be wrong, but something inside was very curious.
"Let me show you how desirable you are," Lucy implored, running the fingers of her other hand lightly across Karin's creamy neck.
"Don't," said Karin suddenly, pulling away.
"Karin," said Lucy, "I have many lovers. If you'd rather I left you alone, I will. But I do want you to know that I'm very attracted to you. Don't be put off by the stories you've heard. There's nothing wrong with women loving each other. We'll have a wonderful time, if you'll only relax."
"I want to, I think," Karin had said, "but I'm afraid."
"There's nothing to be afraid of," replied Lucy, taking Karin's face in her hands. "I'll make you feel so nice, really I will."
Karin was numb with indecision. Lucy tenderly lifted the pink face and kissed Karin's wet lips. Karin felt Lucy's tongue slither inside her mouth, sensuously exploring her wet inner flesh. Slowly, tentatively, Karin began to respond.
She opened her mouth and kissed Lucy back, cautiously, as if she were trying it out for size. Lucy was stirred to a passion by Karin's response. She furiously burnt her lips against the girls, thrusting her hot eager tongue in Karin's tender mouth. She sought Karin's tongue and wrestled with it.
Karin felt hot shocks of stabbing delight tingle in her thighs. Her pink little clitoris grew pert and excited. Karin's cunt throbbed with desire.
Why not? Why shouldn't she go through with this? The worst that could happen would be that she wouldn't like it. Nothing would be lost-in fact, something would be gained. Karin would have had a lesbian experience and know what to think of it first hand.
She slowly put her arms around Lucy's neck; the older woman groaned with excitement. Lucy's hot frantic mouth roamed Karin's milky neck, scanned her creamy shoulders. Lucy's teeth nibbled on the ruddy flesh of the teenage virgin. She quietly unbuttoned Karin's blouse and slipped her hand inside, under the bra, to feel the hot soft titty flesh.
Lucy squeezed the nipples, firm and brown. Karin felt darts of tingling sensation shoot through her boobs. She wondered what it would feel like to touch Lucy's monster breasts.
She put her hand on Lucy's arm so that her fingers lightly brushed over her tits. Lucy understood.
"It's allright, honey," she said, taking Karin's hand and slipping it inside her blouse. "Feel me good, Karin, baby. Make me hot, squeeze my titties."
Karin gripped the bouncy hot tit. Lucy moaned with delight. The hard massive nipple felt bumpy but good. Lucy writhed, growing hotter by the second. It was a good feeling, making her moan like that. Karin thought that she was making Lucy feel all tingly the way Lucy was making her feel. It was a good feeling.
"Take off your clothes, Karin," whispered Lucy, as she momentarily broke the embrace to strip. She wildly flung her clothes to the side.
Karin gazed at her sleek sexy body. Her pear-shaped tits were round and soft, with brown pointy tits. Her waist was small and her curves protruding. But Karin found the soft furry muff of yellow pussy hair the most fascinating. The tiny wiry strands curled in soft inviting wisps around Lucy's hot pot of honey. Karin wondered what it would feel like to touch it. She supposed she would soon find out.
Karin was shy about taking her own clothes off, worrying that Lucy would find her body unattractive. But she was in this too far to back out now; besides, she was hot and horny, desiring to be fucked. She forced herself to undress.
Much to her relief, Lucy went wild over her naked flesh. She stood Karin in the middle of the living room, and slowly walked around her, sighing with satisfaction.
"Exquisite!" she cried with delight. "Don't worry about your looks, my dear. You have a fabulous figure."
Karin blushed with happy acceptance of the praise. She was glad she had done this. Even better, she had the best still to come. Karin now looked forward to fucking Lucy with no reservations.
"In the bedroom," said Lucy, throatily.
Karin dreamily followed her inside. For once in her life, she felt wanted, desired, beautiful. Lucy made her feel like a princess, the way she had admired Karin's body. Karin's tingling pussy was starting to cream, wet with love drippings, anxious for the touch of the older woman.
Lucy sat on the bed, spreading open her arms and legs, imploring the girl to her bosom.
"Come, Karin," she said, "come to me. Let me love you. Let us love each other."
Karin hesitated, but only for a moment. She flew into Lucy's arms, passionately writhing her young hungry body against the lovely older woman. Panting with lust, Karin gnawed at Lucy's neck flesh, squeezing her hot hard tit nipples with her fingers.
"Suck one," Lucy said, "put it in your mouth and bite it."
Karin bent her head and buried her mouth in the huge round ball of hot meat. She sank her teeth into the large brown nipple, feeling the tiny hard bumps with her sensitive lips. Her tongue roamed the tiny hills and valleys, hungry for the tast of tender hot titty. Karin had never known it would be this good.
"Eat me," Lucy moaned. "Suck my pussy, Karin darling."
Lucy showed Karin how to turn her body around, so that her mouth was right on top of Lucy's hot deliciously throbbing cunt. She helped Karin place her own tingling pussy right above Lucy's eager tongue.
"Lick me, eat me, suck me out. I'll do the same for you, while you do it for me. Well send each other to outer space. Well launch each other's rocket."
Lucy hungrily stuck out her tongue and lapped at the warm moist pussy lips. She tasted the creamy liquid sticking the wiry dark pussy hairs together. Lucy loved the taste of Karin's furry snatch.
Karin felt flashes of burning delight throb in her hot twat as Lucy lapped at the moist flesh. She was slowly by degrees, inch by inch, making her way inside. The strong eager tongue rubbed against the sensitive clit, hot with tingling excitement. Karin moaned with lust.
Karin sniffed at Lucy's pulsing pussy-she knew she was waiting to be licked. She stuck out her tongue and touched the outer pussy lip with the tip. To her surprise, it tasted warm and inviting.
Karin felt the hot eager tongue penetrate further and further inside her hot hungry cunt hole. Her hot cunt was welling with anticipation; the tension was mounting. Karin was so grateful, she wanted to make Lucy feel as good. She pushed her tongue forth, deep inside Lucy's creamy throbbing pussy.
Karin's writhing tongue frantically licked the hot inner meat of Lucy's throbbing snatch. Suddenly, she came across the steaming hot chasm, the mystic tunnel of passion. She plunged her tongue inside, feeling the hot walls throb against her tastebuds. The hot pounding meat burning against her slithering tongue was very exciting. Karin felt flames of lewd passion shoot through her legs, up to her thighs.
The two females licked each other out, frantically sucking at each other's pussy while they grew hot with sizzling excitment. Karin had never been so dizzy and mad with lust in her life. She could feel the hot throbbing licks of approaching orgasm as Lucy tongued her tingling clit.
Lucy moaned and groaned, screeching out with passion as she came. Her pussy creamed and dripped, Karin's tongue lapping up the hot sizzling juices. Karin felt her own orgasm, but the screams of joy remained in her head. Her muscles streched so far in climax, that she thought the would rip and tear to shreds. They were pulling apart with passion.
After it was over, Karin and Lucy sat in bed together, naked and smoking cigarettes. They talked about things-Karin admitted she felt much better for having fucked the woman. She now, no longer felt unattractive, like the ugly duckling. A lovely creature like Lucy had found her desirable-what did she care about boys like Billy?
She would never think about boys again. She knew now where her future was. She only needed to find a soft, understanding woman to take care of and love. She would never be taken in by men again.