Chapter 2

The next morning, Vanessa met her roommate. Her name, as Vanessa had found out the night before from the room chart, was Peggy Arden, and she was from New York City. When the knock came on Vanessa's door, she had to keep from walking bowlegged as she went to answer. Not that the pain was very bad-there was just a mild feeling of discomfort between her legs. She was sure it would disappear soon.

Peggy arrived with two suitcases and an enormous steamer trunk. She was several inches shorter than Vanessa, bustier, and braless, in a tight navy blue top and faded jeans. Long blonde hair fell down over her shoulders. Vanessa had expected a certain distance, a certain affected sophistication, from anyone from New York. She was pleasantly surprised. Peggy's father, tall, light-complexioned, in a double-breasted blazer and wide striped tie, stayed only long enough to reach into Peggy's suitcase, pull out a bottle of expensive scotch, and have a short drink-in which Peggy joined him. Then he left.

"When did you get in?" Peggy asked, as she emptied one suitcase and laid out a skirt on her bed.

"Last night," said Vanessa. "I thought I had a lot of luggage," she said, pointing to her suitcase, which was nearly as large as Peggy's trunk.

"You've probably got just enough," Peggy said. "As you can see, I went completely ape-shit. I've got everything and the goddamned kitchen sink." She hesitated a moment "What time is orientation?"

"The first meeting is at three," Vanessa replied.

"Want to get stoned first?" Peggy asked.

Vanessa searched for a second for a reply that would sound cool She decided on the truth. I was so ripped (she thought she'd heard that word somewhere ... ) last night that I couldn't move," she said. "I think I'll pass it up right now."

"Mind if I do?" Peggy asked.

"Go ahead."

Peggy produced a joint from her pocket book. "My old man got this shit for me. Great stuff."

This time Vanessa really was shocked. "Your father bought you dope?"

"My old man's pretty cool," Peggy answered. "He's a musician. Plays jazz. He was smoking the stuff back in the thirties when it was called reefer and only the blacks knew about it" Peggy lit up and took a long toke. "I think I'll take a shower. Get the New York soot off me and start fresh." She stripped her blouse and pants off casually, and her tits bounced heavily against her chest. Vanessa couldn't help looking at them. The nipples were wider than any she had ever seen-although she hadn't seen many. They were at least two inches in diameter, and a brownish-pink.

Peggy caught her staring, and laughed "Some knockers, huh?" Vanessa giggled. "You look pretty well put together yourself," Peggy added. Then, "You're from Arizona?"

"Yeah," Vanessa admitted. "Where there's nothing and nobody."

"Bullshit," said Peggy. "Where there are friendly people and clean air."

"Well, that's true," Vanessa admitted.

"I have the feeling," said Peggy, "that you think Fm some land of sophisticated bitch because I come from the city." She slipped her panties off, revealing a blonde pussy with very pink, slim lips. Vanessa realized she was staring again-and then she realized that the experience of the night before had made her look at the female body in a new way.

"I must admit I was expecting something like that," Vanessa commented. "But I must admit that you don't see to fit my expectations."

"Well, I've been through the whole bit-exclusive girls' schools ever since I can remember, and so on. But my parents are pretty loose."

"I guess so. What's a girls' school like, anyhow?"

"Horrible. Let me tell you-while you were out banging in the back seat of a "57 Chevy, we were going out of our brains and playing with each other."

Vanessa was forced to admit that Peggy didn't pull any punches. She was what she was, and that was that At first she wondered whether Peggy had caught her staring at her cunt That might have given her the wrong impression. Or was it wrong? She'd have to see. She decided to act naive.

"What do you mean?"

"Well," said Peggy, turning to fish a towel out of the mass of tangled cloth in her suitcase, and exposing a comely pair of full buttocks with just a slight bit of extra fullness that Vanessa did not find unattractive, Tm a little stoned right now, so it's probably be even blunter than usual. A bunch of girls, no matter how healthy (she put a funny accent on the word) when they're isolated together-still need sex. So everything you'd normally do with a boy, you do with a girl I kind of got to like it-although I still prefer boys when they're around."

"They're around," Vanessa said.

Peggy glanced up at her. "You've checked it out already?"

"I guess you'd have to say I was checked out already," Vanessa said.

"Good. Is that how come you walk bowlegged?"

Vanessa blushed, but it was obviously no disgrace, so she said, "That's right"

"Good"

"Anyhow, go on."

"Oh yeah. Well, you want me to be specific?" She didn't wait for Vanessa's answer. "Girls can do a lot with each other-like suck each other's tits, eat each other out, fingerfuck. Girl's bodies are really pretty nice. You're not grossed out, are you?"

"No," Vanessa answered honestly. Then, "Maybe I will take some of that dope."

Peggy, totally nude, walked over to hand her the point. She stood before Vanessa, breasts silently lying like great mounds on her chest, blonde, pink pussy nearly at the level of Vanessa's face. Vanessa stared unashamedly at the pussy. She had to admit it was inviting. Peggy smiled down at her, then took a drag on the joint, handed it to Vanessa, and stood where she was, with her eyes closed. She spread her feet further apart.

Vanessa reached out and stroked the soft pile of blonde hair. "Mmmm," Peggy murmured. Her hands wandered down and parted the cunt-lips, showing Vanessa the pinkest flesh she had ever seen, and a wide, open hole. Peggy was certainly no virgin.

Vanessa put her hands on Peggy's buttocks and drew the pussy nearer. Peggy's ass was full and exciting, and Vanessa dug her fingers deep into the mounds of quivering flesh. Peggy opened her cunt wider. It was an invitation, and Vanessa took it. She moved her face close, and smelled the clean but distinctive smell of pussy. Then her tongue found Peggy's clit, and rolled it around till it grew erect She sucked it, feeling its firmness against the root of her mouth.

Peggy's hands released her cunt-lips, which closed gently, burying Vanessa's face in her pussy. Now Vanessa had to stretch her tongue way out to continue rolling Peggy's clit around on its tip. Peggy's hands moved to Vanessa's blouse and unbuttoned it Her fingers reached down till they rambled lazily across Vanessa's nipples, and finally encircled the whole of her breasts, holding them up for Peggy to stare at.

"Beautiful," Peggy said. "Why don't you get completely undressed so we can do a sixty-nine?"

In a moment the two were lying together on the bed. First Peggy got on top. She spread Vanessa's legs wide, opened her cunt, and began to tongue her way slowly into the damp cunt "Shit, you've got a fine pussy," she said. She lowered her own cunt down onto Vanessa's face and began gently rotating her hips. Vanessa was completely lost in the pearly flesh, sucking and licking to Peggy's rhythm.

Then she felt Peggy's tongue move down to open and fill her asshole. She gazed at Peggy's asshole. Compared to hers, it was wide and loose, and, like Peggy's nipples, brownish. She licked it gently. Peggy plunged her tongue far up her ass, and she reciprocated, keeping up the rocking rhythm that Peggy had started. She felt Peggy tighten her sphincter, and heard her squeal with excitement. She did the same. It was a pleasant feeling. Abstractly she realized she was shitting out Peggy's tongue and then taking it back in again.

In a moment, Peggy switched back to Vanessa's cunt, and unbuttoned it slowly, from the top down. Soon Vanessa felt Peggy's fingers wandering down her neck to her shoulders. She shivered with excitement Then she felt Peggy's fingers spread, and make tiny trails down toward the firm bulging of her breasts.

Vanessa felt herself becoming lost in the folds of Peggy's cunt. She felt Peggy's dark cunt-hairs brushing her forehead and eyebrows on the top of her face, and her chin on the bottom. Her mouth was buried deeply in the recesses of Peggy's watering pussy, and her nose felt the flesh of Peggy's cunt-lips as they covered her. She ran her tongue in circles around the inside of Peggy's hole. Then she darted it in and out, and felt Peggy's body shudder.

Then Vanessa realized that Peggy's fingers were converging on her nipples. For some strange reason her breasts seemed a million miles away. Then she remembered she had smoked some pot-and that she was stoned, for the second time in her life, and for the second time in two days.

Vanessa felt her nipples rising rapidly. Her heart pounded. Briefly she realized what she was doing. She was eating out another girl! But then Peggy seized on her nipples, and she forgot everything. The warm, tingling feeling spread all the way from her breasts to her crotch, which grew wetter by the moment.

Gently, Peggy guided her up onto the bed. Vanessa ended up on her back. Peggy's cunt descended on her mouth, and she was face to face with Peggy's wide, pink asshole, which formed an inviting target between the shivering cheeks of Peggy's ass. She reached her tongue up and ran it around the rim of the hole. Peggy murmured and groaned with pleasure, and Vanessa found her legs being slowly spread and lifted, until they were drawn up nearly to her chest. She felt cool air on her cunt and her asshole, and she felt Peggy's fingers spreading the lips of her pussy, then her tongue licking her cunt and her ass.

Vanessa closed her eyes and allowed her tongue to delve deeply between Peggy's ass-cheeks. She wormed it around in the hole, and liked the smooth, light feel. With her own trembling fingers she spread the cheeks wider,, and opened her eyes again to watch the relaxing, expanding movement of the silky skin before her.

Vanessa felt that her world had split into two vast pleasure-centers. First was the lazily sensuous teasing that emanated from between her legs. Seldom had she felt so completely at ease, and so completely vulnerable at the same time. The pleasure washed up to the second pleasure center, seemingly thousands of miles away, where her mouth and nostrils and her whole face wallowed in the sensations and odors of pure sex.

After a moment, Vanessa worked her mouth down again until it covered the large, gaping pussy before her. The hole was wide, and she shot her tongue deep into the recesses of Peggy's womanhood. Then she drew it out and attached Peggy's clit again, this time with a steady up and down rhythm.

Immediately she felt Peggy's breathing become more rapid, and in another moment she felt her own clit being gently squeezed between hungry lips. She couldn't believe the feeling that spread out all over her body from her throbbing cunt She was beginning to believe a saying that she had read somewhere in a dime-store sex novel-it takes a woman to know what a woman really needs. Vanessa had learned at an early age how to masturbate, and she had never-with the possible exception of the night before-found a man who knew how to make her feel as good as she could make herself feel. Now Peggy-with a little more experience than Vanessa had had-was showing her that, even without the advantages of a male organ, there were things that another woman could do to her that far surpassed anything she could do to herself.

All at once, as she rocked rhythmically up and down, her clit rubbing voraciously at Peggy's face and her own tongue continuing to work Peggy into a frenzy, she began to have the strangest feeling she'd ever felt in her life. She felt as though she were making love to herself-as though she had her face deeply immersed in the flowing liquids of her own pussy, as though she were giving herself all the pleasure she was getting. There was something about Peggy's cunt that made her want to enter it completely, to lose herself in it and disappear forever.

Suddenly she felt her body begin to shake, and realized that from somewhere very far away, she was coming. It was like a freight train, or a very fast car, approaching from the outer edges of the galaxy at an incredible rate of speed. She had visions of the entire earth, about to be burned up by the catastrophic collision she could feel approaching. The climax that she felt on the way was white hot; as hot as the sun. When it came, it seemed to her that everything in creation would surely burn.

The lips of Peggy's cunt were like the soft petals of pink flowers, reaching up to her. Peggy's clit was a hard nub in the center of the flowers, vibrating with Me and overflowing with the juices of passion-fertilizing the whole world, irrigating it in the forgetful fluid of orgasm.

Then the collision came. Somewhere in the black depths of space, two massive fires met, and filled the emptiness with fireworks. Vanessa could feel the climax shooting out at a blinding speed through her body, touching and setting ablaze every inch of her.

Dimly, in the background, she was aware of moans and little cries. She did not know which came from Peggy and which came from her: it hardly mattered. She could hear the bed creaking, and she could hear the sound of flesh on flesh, and the noise of heavy breathing, penetrating to her from the outer space of the small dormitory room. Gradually the numbness which her climax had forced on her subsided, and the littlest sounds from the room became clearly audible. She had come back from a strange nowhere land that she had never-not even the night before-visited.

Now all she was aware of was Peggy's body, lying heavily but not unpleasantly on top of hers. She gazed up at the placid flesh of Peggy's buttocks, only a moment before churning in a thousand directions at once toward the exhilarating climax they had shared. She put her hands on them, and spread the cheeks to look at die spent pussy and the loose, glistening asshole that confronted her. As she nibbled at the lips of Peggy's cunt gently, she felt Peggy's ringer delicately penetrate the outer rim of her own asshole and rest there, leaving a pleasant and relaxing sensation with it presence.

Finally Peggy stirred. The mood changed. The long trip was over. "Holy shit," Peggy said. That was incredible." She rolled over, her tits flopping as she did, to lie on her side.

Vanessa disengaged herself from the tangle of body and sheet and rested on one elbow, aware out of the corner of her eye that her nipples, so pink and puffy with excitement, had not yet reverted to their normal deflated size and their usual pliant consistency. "I can, see why I would say that," she said. "Shit, I can't believe what I've been missing. But you-you've had it for years."

"Not like that I haven't," Peggy said. That was unqualifiedly the greatest time I've ever had in bed with anyone, man or woman. I felt like I was transported to another world."

Vanessa was surprised. "So was I?" she said, "But somehow I felt as though I was doing it myself ... "

"That's the beauty of doing it with another girl," Peggy interrupted.

"Yeah, I guess so," Vanessa continued. "Anyhow, I was the same place you were," she told her new roommate. "Wherever you were, I was there too. It was absolutely incredible." She hesitated for a moment "But-hasn't it always been Wee that, when you've done it before?"

Peggy was quiet for a moment Tm not sure," she finally said, "that something like that happens more than once or twice in a lifetime. Anyhow-it's always been good. But not like that I mean-that was more than pleasure."

Vanessa lapsed into silence herself for a moment Peggy stirred, then smiled. "Let's take a shower," she said. "I'll wash that pretty pussy of yours for you."

"Mmmm-okay," said Vanessa. Then a strange thought crossed her mind-and, knowing better than to be inhibited in front of Peggy, she said, "Do me a favor."

"Sure," Peggy said.

"Here," Vanessa said, tacking Peggy's hand and realizing that she was still completely stoned. "Come into the bathroom."

When they got there, Vanessa lay down on the bottom of the bathtub.

"Now," she said, pulling Peggy to a standing position over her, "squat down on my face."

Slowly Peggy's cunt descended on her, like a great cloud covering the sun. She reached up and spread the lips so they opened and surrounded her face.

"I feel like Tm squatting in the woods to take a shit," she said, Vanessa worked her mouth free for a moment" Don't shit, just piss," she said.

Peggy showed no surprise. "Mmm," she said, "I don't know if I can ... but I'll try. You may have to wait a minute or two." With this, she started rubbing the soft mound of her cunt and the hard knot of her asshole up and down on Vanessa's face.

Peggy's remark had moved Vanessa to even greater heights of desire. For she was doing this because she remembered, when she was a young girl, going into the woods to play and squatting down in the tall grass to relieve herself. Strangely, perhaps, she remembered those times as some of the most sensual of her youth ... the grass easing gently up between her thighs to tickle and tantalize her exposed parts-her taut, round bottom, and her pubescent private parts-and she wanted to recreate the whole scenes right down to the warm urine running out and soaking into the rich soil. But this time she wanted to be on the bottom. She wanted to be the soil, and the tickling grass.

After a moment, Peggy muttered, "I think it's coming. Where do you want it?"

"All over my face," she said. "And all over my body. Everywhere I want it everywhere." Then she dove back into Peggy's cunt, swirling in a confused storm of ecstasy and anticipation.

Finally, it came ... pouring over her face, drenching her so she could hardly breathe, in a hot stream that carried her back to lost memories of her un-remembered infancy. She felt Peggy rise, and then was aware of the hot stream soaking her from head to toe, like a hose in the summer when it is first turned on, after having been left hours in the sun. The stream seemed to last forever, although Vanessa knew that in reality it was only seconds. When it was finished, she felt Peggy's body detach completely from hers.

From faraway islands, from the distant planets, she heard a voice saying, "Do you want me to turn on the water?"

The water. The shower. Peggy, her new roommate -and she was lying beneath her, drenched in piss. She wanted it to last another few seconds. She said nothing. Then, "Yes. Let's take a shower."

She lay completely still. In a few seconds, she felt water swirling about her feet, and looked up to see Peggy testing the water-her comely buttocks stretched as she leaned, and the lips of her pussy protruding from between her legs-and finding the water suitable. Then, suddenly, it was raining. Fresh water poured over. She felt as though she were in the middle of a wilderness, lying under a waterfall.

After a moment, she got up. She felt the water cleansing her, and then Peggy began to wash her-all over. She stood until the soap formed a white froth covering every inch of her skin, and then she stepped under the water. After she was rinsed, she washed Peggy the same way.

By the time they got out of the shower, it was late, and they realized they would have to hurry If they wanted to make it to orientation in time. As Vanessa dressed, she felt the effects of the marijuana starting to wear off. Once more her dormitory room seemed perfectly ordinary, and Peggy seemed like no more than an amiable roommate from New York whom she'd just met, and whom she'd decided she'd get along well with.

The two girls hastily finished dressing and homed across the campus. Outside the huge auditorium there were still many people milling around. They squeezed their way into the foyer where they were confronted by desks supporting huge piles of paper.

There were books proclaiming regulations, pamphlets on medical care, and directions on how to use various athletic facilities, the library, etc. There were lists of dormitory supervisors, sample schedules that were supposed to give an idea how to select courses, and booklets giving student evaluations of various courses from the previous year.

Looking through the book on medical care, Vanessa gave a start "Hey," she said, jabbing Peggy's arm, "it says here that you can get birth control pills at the health center!"

Peggy didn't look surprised, "Sure," she replied. "Almost all of the Eastern schools do that Most of the others, too. But-big deal. Don't you have them already?"

Vanessa frowned. She didn't want, at first, to let Peggy know that she had been a virgin until the night before. But then, she didn't want to sound as though she'd been taking stupid risks for years, either. "No, I don't," she finally said. Then she added, "I've been meaning to get them for a long time, but I just never got around to it"

"Wow," said Peggy. "How did you keep from getting pregnant?"

"Well," Vanessa admitted, "I didn't take too many risks in that direction. I guess you could say I was in a little bit different environment than you were. My parents were pretty strict"

Peggy let the subject drop. "My mother took me to her gynecologist when I was about sixteen," she said. "The guy examined me, and then told me that my mother had said it was okay for me to have pills whenever I wanted. I didn't even have to tell her-just go to the doctor and pick them up. It was pretty nice. You should go get some right away," she told Vanessa.

Vanessa couldn't restrain her curiosity. "How long was it before you went back to the doctor for the pills?" she asked.

"I didn't go back," said Peggy, smiling. "I took them on the spot"

By this time the girls were sitting in the back of an auditorium, waiting for orientation to begin. The hall was filling up from the front, so they had some privacy for a while. Eventually, however, the hall filled up, with boys and girls, who for some reason had entered from different sides, now mingling- and getting to know each other. After a moment a young, dark-haired professor stepped to the front of the room. Vanessa was immediately taken by him. He was about six feet tall, with a vigorous, straightforward manner. He had broad shoulders and muscular arms that protruded from the sleeves of his short-sleeved shirt "Hello," he said. "Welcome to orientation. My name is Richard Dalton. I teach English, and I'm in charge of the orientation program. Now I'd like to tell you a few things you may need to know ... "

Vanessa's attention wandered off. Professor Dalton was attractive, there was no doubt about that But there seemed to be something about him, in his manner, in his speech, in his dress, that indicated an old-fashioned rigidity-and a quick . temper. Oh, well, Vanessa thought to herself, he's probably married anyway.

Halfway through Professor Dalton's talk, Hal wandered in a side door with a handful of papers and sat down in the front of the room. His eyes wandered over the crowd until they met Vanessa, and then he smiled. Vanessa poked Peggy. "Hey," she said. "See that guy over there?"

Peggy gave a glance in Hal's direction.

"Say no more," Peggy chuckled approvingly. Hal, seeing the two girls talking to each other, raised his eyebrows in approval at seeing Peggy, as if he couldn't believe that two such attractive girls could have happened to be roommates.

After a while, the gathering broke up. Professor Dalton went over to say a few words to Hal, and they left together. Vanessa and Peggy went out another door, but ran into Hal and the professor on the quadrangle.

"Hi," Hal said, stopping for a moment "This is Vanessa Fan-child," he said to Professor Dalton. "Vanessa ... "

"Yes, I know," she said. "He introduced himself at orientation. This is Peggy Arden."

After the handshaking was done, Hal said, "Why don't you two come up to my room before dinner and have a few cocktails?" Then, "You're invited too, Professor."

Vanessa was hoping Dalton would come, but he declined. "Sure, we'll be there," Vanessa agreed.

"Around five or five-thirty,," Hal said.

"Great. See you then."

Vanessa and Peggy wandered away over the luxurious grass, outside the quadrangle, and down a tree-lined, one-lane road. After a while they came to a stream. They sat by the side of it and talked. To Vanessa, it seemed as if it had already been a very long day. But she knew it was just beginning. Peggy looked around to make sure they could no longer be seen from the road, and then removed her blouse. "Might as well get a tan while we're out here," she said. Once more Vanessa wondered at the immensity of her nipples, spreading over the immensity of her breasts. Vanessa closed her eyes and went to sleep. There was still well over an hour before they were to be at Hal's, and she could think of no better way to use it