Chapter 6

My roommate in the girls' school was a senior named Laura. She was eighteen and just a shade taller than I am. She had a wonderful body, beautiful hair and complexion, and very attractive features. If there were any differences between us in our degree of attractiveness, I felt they were all in Laura's favor. In addition, she had those four years of age on me; I felt awed in her presence. I still resented my dad's having brought me to the school, but I immediately wanted Laura to like me. If she liked me, I'd manage whatever else the school brought.

While she was helping me settle in, get my things put away, Laura filled me in on the school routine and rules. In doing that she was fulfilling her role as senior girl. But when she had finished that, she smiled suddenly, asking, "Is it Wyoming you're from?"

I nodded.

"I suppose the ideas I've gotten from books and movies about what Wyoming's like are pretty corny," she murmured. "Have you ever lived on a ranch?"

"My home's on one of the biggest ranches in Wyoming," I admitted. "I'm just a country hick."

"Do you like horses?"

I told her, "I ought to. I grew up knowing a lot more horses than I did kids."

"Groovy!" Laura exclaimed. "I'm wild about horses. Here in California you can ride almost all year around... if you're not shut in a jail like this."

I glanced at her, surprised. Suddenly I felt very pleased. The first instant I laid eyes on Laura I'd felt somehow that we were kindred spirits. Slowly I said, "Then you're not wild about being here either?"

"Not a bit wild," she said quietly. "But I am going to get myself an education because I want the advantages an education brings. My stepfather pays the bills and he says this is the place for this part of my education. I figure it's probably better than trying to live with him and Mother and attend public school. So I've made the best of it. But I feel it's going to be easier, now that you're here."

"I'm glad you feel that way," I told Laura. I went to my bed and put the pillow against the headboard for a backrest and sat down. Kicking my shoes off, I raised my feet and stretched my legs upon the bed. I glanced at Laura. She was still standing where she'd been before. She was looking at me with a strange, tense expression. I asked, "What's wrong?"

She just stared at me for another moment. Then she abruptly asked, "What do you know about sex?"

Without taking time to think I declared, "Not nearly as much as I'd like to. Actually, though, sex is the real reason I got sentenced to this prison."

"So what else is new?" Laura asked with a wry smile. "One way or another, most of us are in here behind walls and under guard because someone's worried about us learning too much too soon. Some of us," and the way Laura said it, I instantly knew she was one of them, "actually were dumb enough or unlucky enough to get caught while doing some personal sex research. How about you?"

I shook my head, then admitted, "I've had some close calls, but I was lucky enough to never quite get caught. At least not so caught I wasn't able to claim I was trying to smooth a lump out of my bed, then bluff my way on through and make my story stick without having the lump investigated."

Laura's eyes were shining, obviously with eagerness. "The lump in question was a boy in your bed under you?" she suggested hopefully.

When I nodded, she insisted, "Oh, tell me all about it! Please?"

I looked at Laura a moment, studying her; somehow I knew she was really a kindred soul, someone I could trust completely. So I told her about all my adventures with Tom. When I fin- ished, there was a look of envious wonder in her eyes. She stared at me, murmuring, "In this prison, I may be considered your upperclass-man, but there are important things you know that I'm illiterate about! And you called yourself a country hick!"

I told her, "It takes more than knowing just a little bit about sex to transform a country hick into a suave sophisticate. I have a lot more to learn from you than I might be able to teach you, I feel certain."

Laura chuckled, walked over to me and hugged me as she murmured, "You're sweet. You and I are going to make a good team for researching the really important things of life."

"I hope so," I told her, putting my arms around her and hugging her back. Then I let my arms drop back to my sides.

But Laura kept her arms around me, holding our bodies close together as she gave me a searching look for a moment. Finally she said, "Having sex with a boy or a man, like you have, is the supreme experience in sex... if a girl's lucky like you were and gets a real lover and not a horse-cocked bull. But what do you do when you're in a prison like this and no lover boy can get to you?"

I shook my head. The thought was heavily depressing. I was already suffering withdrawal pains, having had my sex-rich diet of the past week so rudely chopped off. Lord, how I was aching to hold Tom in my arms and my burning cunt again. I didn't need any help from Laura to make me aware of my loss. Suddenly just the nearness of her body pressed against mine felt excitingly good; I quickly wrapped my arms around her again and tried to hug myself more tightly against her. Laura repeated, "What do you do for relief in a place like this?"

Again I shook my head dumbly, then found my tongue suddenly, inviting, "You show me what to do, Laura. Please, show me?"

She chuckled, then murmured, "You love your neighbor, wherever you are. Isn't that what the Good Book tells us to do?"

I shook my head. "I don't know. Does it?"

"That's right," she chuckled again, "you just got here, so you haven't gotten used to being hammered over the head day after day with selected quotations and interpretations."

"Interpretations?" I echoed.

"Sure," Laura said, rubbing her curvaceous body slowly back and forth against mine, hugging me closer as she explained, "no one who believes the Bible is something extra special seems to believe it ever says exactly whatever it has to say straight out and out in so many words. Of course not! Everything in it is supposed to be in sort of code, they say. So you've got no chance of understanding what it's really trying to tell you unless you learn a whole system of interpretations. Like their interpretation of who the Bible is talking about when it says to love your neighbor. They say that means any and all other members of their one and only true church. But I've learned to play their game my own way and make my own interpretations. The way I interpret it, right now you're the dear, sweet, wonderful neighbor I'm commanded to love. Wouldn't you like to have me love you, sweet neighbor?"

Suddenly a strange flash of electriclike excitement shot through me. I hugged myself against Laura more tightly, murmuring, "Of course, neighbor."

Laura brought her hands up, cradled my head between them gently, and kissed me full on the lips. I'd never had another girl or woman kiss me that way before; it surprised me.

Still holding my head in that same affectionate embrace, Laura raised her lips from mine and looked into my eyes as she said, "It's not even half as good as being kissed by your Tom, or some other he-man type guy... but isn't it a lot better than not being kissed at all?"

I surprised myself; I nodded. Then I felt irritated at myself because I'd felt surprised. Why shouldn't it seem pleasant to exchange demonstrations of affection with another girl? Everyone thought it perfectly natural to show antagonism toward certain other individuals, male or female. Why wasn't it just as natural to show affection, without restrictions based upon membership in one sexual fraternity or the other?

Laura brought her lips back down upon mine. The moist hotness of them felt good. Softer than Tom's or any other boy's. Different. But good. I found myself suddenly kissing her back. Then Laura's feverish tongue suddenly came thrusting through my lips, past my teeth and into my mouth, searching, caressing, stroking in and out.

My own tongue raised suddenly to greet hers and twine with it. The slippery embrace reminded me of Tom's good hard cock in the slippery embrace of my hungry cunt. Just the thought of that sent my blood pressure shooting up off the top of the scale.

I clutched myself against Laura more tightly and began grinding my lower belly up against hers as hard as I could. That created some good friction along the shaft of my suddenly rigid clitoris. The sensation it gave me was almost as good as if I'd been grinding it against a rigid penis inside the front of Tom's pants. My excited clitoris didn't seem to have any prejudice about the source of the friction. I gave a sudden thrust against Laura to increase the delicious friction.

Laura raised her face from mine. A breathless chuckle came from her. She smiled into my eyes, then murmured, "God, but I'm glad I got you for my new roommate, sweetie!" Then she went to the door and locked it. As Laura turned back from the door, she began pulling her clothes off. Suddenly I was pulling mine off too, feeling like I couldn't get out of them fast enough. I didn't really know exactly what was going to happen, but whatever it was I could hardly wait. The excitement suddenly filling me was almost as wild as it had been the first time Tom and I had been naked together.

Then I was flat on my back across my bed, my feet up on the edge of the mattress thrusting my knees high into the air' above me. Laura was on her knees beside the bed, her head between my knees. She was kissing and licking her way downward along my soft inner thighs. One of her fingers began stroking the lips of my cunt, triggering a flow of slippery love honey. Vaguely I realized it was Laura creating all this sensation within me. I was responding almost exactly as I would have if it had been Tom's mouth and fingers caressing me. It felt fantastically delicious.

Laura's caressing fingers suddenly thrust inward through those slippery lower lips of mine, into my feverish cunt. A groan came out of me. I raised my hips up off the bed, thrusting my eager cunt against her probing fingers.

That brought a chuckle from Laura. She withdrew her fingers. I thought she was trying to tantalize me. My head came jerking up off the mattress, words of protest about to tumble from my lips. I was amazed to see Laura eagerly licking my love juices from her fingers. When she saw me watching, she exclaimed breathlessly, "You are delicious, sugar! Sweeter than honey. Delectable!"

She thrust her fingers back into the depths of my hungry cunt. Another groan came up out of my lower belly; my head flopped back down upon the bed. My breath came in sharp gasps. New waves of sensation rushed through me. Laura's thumb was caressing my clitoris while her fingertips caressed the deep inner surfaces of my feverish vagina. Then her fingers were gone again, leaving my quivering cunt again ach-ingly empty. But before I could raise my head to protest, I jumped, startled by her sudden touch on my asshole. Instantly Laura mur- mured, "Relax, sweetie. I'll not hurt you. If lover boy's cock felt good in your ass, you'll get a groovy sensation from this, too. Just relax."

Her fingers, slippery with their coating of juices from my cunt, went sliding into my ass; her thumb went into my lower cunt. Lord, what a sensation! I'd never felt anything quite like that. She seemed to have found a whole main cable of nerves in the thin wall of tissue between her fingers in my ass and her thumb in my cunt. As she lightly stroked it between thumb and fingers, it created a wave of sensation I thought was going to blow my mind.

Laura's hot mouth closed abruptly over my clitoris and she began to suck and lick at it. Her thumb and fingers kept on doing their thing inside of me. I clutched the hair of my head in the fingers of both hands and held on, trying to keep the whole top of my head from blowing off.

Instead the explosion went off in my ass and cunt and whole lower belly. All of that area suddenly began to struggle with spasms of agonizing pulsations. The instant it started I was teetering on the edge of blacking out. I knew I was going to yell or scream, knew there was no way I could resist it, yet knew I didn't dare risk being heard. Desperately I grabbed my pillow while I still had enough strength to make such a movement. I clamped it over my face, pushed it into my mouth just as the agonized scream tried to gush from it. Lordy, how I was coming!

The fingers of her other hand suddenly closed upon one of my tits. She began pulling the rigid nipple. That triggered a whole new earthquake of sensation ten times as great as before. My whole lower body was pulsating furiously, about to tear itself apart and dissolve in a flood of boiling sensation. I lay there jerking convulsively, now really coming, coming, coming, coming, coming!