Jasmine and Lorraine

Hey there. I'm Jasmine and I'd like to share my story; my second sexual awakening, this time with my college roommate. I can't believe what I'm about to share. I'd never believe it happened if I hadn't been there.

My first sexual awakening happened when I discovered that I love sucking cock. I'm not sure exactly why but I think it's a combination of being mildly dominated and, well, I just like cock! It's like some people like chocolate -- I just do. There's something about working a soft cock into a hard one, or just finding my way around an already hard one; the way it fills up my mouth makes me crazy.

I remember the first time I had sex; as soon as he popped out that cock I was mesmerized and I went down on my knees to suck that thing until he came in my mouth. It was in the stairway of his apartment building because we had no other place to go. I never even got fucked. Didn't need it. The sucking was enough; I had one one hand on his balls and one down my pants, fucking myself with two fingers.

Oh, I've had orgasms while being fucked, and they're great; they just aren't always important to me. Don't get me wrong though, this girl loves a good climax.

When I arrived at university, about a week before classes started, the whole campus was in drunk mode. I'm not really a huge drinker but the mood was contagious and I had a couple of real bangers. Out until four. Wake up at 2:00 in the afternoon the next day kinds of things.

I scored a dorm room that I had to share with a roommate but she hadn't arrived yet, so I had the whole room to myself for a while. There was no way to bring a guy into the dorm though because there were cameras everywhere and the rules were NO BOYS. Fuck. I was getting pretty sexually frustrated. I typically want to fuck or suck every couple of days and it had been over a week. There had been no opportunities with a guy I liked who had a place of his own -- one guy had his own room but his roommates did not seem trustworthy. One guy and I tried to fuck in a park but there were too many people around. I mean, the idea of being caught is part of the turn on but actually being caught would not be cool. It just didn't feel right.

My roommate was supposed to arrive on Saturday -- in two days -- and I was really hoping she'd be someone I could gel with and maybe we could go out together and have each other's backs. I hadn't really gotten close with anybody at school yet. A good friend is almost a requirement for going out if I'm going to drink, college boys can be pretty aggressive and travelling as a team is much safer. I may like a little domination but I want it on my terms.

"Hey Jasmine," a text broke the silence of that Saturday afternoon. "Me and a few girls are heading out to that off-campus party we talked about. Wanna come?"

"YES!!" was my answer.

"Meet at the library doors at 9, K?"

"I'll be waiting, hot n' ready."

Nap, sweet nap for several hours. I had a dream about a girl going down on me on a tropical beach and woke up all cranked with anticipation for the friction. I really wanted to fuck tonight.

"You know any of the guys?" I asked Frieda as we all gathered at the library.

"Two of them. Greg and Joey. They seem like nice guys, a little nerdy but fun."

"Have you and Joanna already got plans to snag them?"

"Loose plans. Unless somebody better shows up," Frieda chuckled. There didn't seem to be a lot of available good guys around so far.

The party was quite a scene by the time we got there. I saw a girl dancing with another girl and they were running hands all over each other, there were the usual couples making out on couches and chairs, and there was a really drunk couple on the deck and their hands were down each other's pants. I watched for a moment -- jealous. Frieda and Joanna found their boys, Greg and Joey, and the rest of us five girls found the liquor.

After a few hours, it had become clear to me that there was nobody there that interested me. There was one girl who was flirting with me but I wasn't quite ready for that; I had always wanted to try sex with a girl but I liked dick too much, at least at this point in my life. And I needed some badly, unfortunately not badly enough that any of the guys at this party were making me feel like fucking them.

"I think I'm gonna head back to the dorm," I said to Lucy, one of the other girls in our group that came together.

"Me too. Let's walk together. I am not into the guys here tonight. They're all too drunk or high and I'm just not liking the vibe tonight."

"I might be liking the vibe back at my dorm room tonight. Fuck I'm tired of masturbating."

"You are a dirty girl," Lucy purred as she made gestures with her hands and started to unzip her fly.

"Looks like you're the dirty one."

"Me?! I'm as innocent as they come. And I come pretty innocently," she fluttered her eyes as she continued to fondle herself.

"Oh, shut up and walk."

We walked back to campus, splitting at the science centre and headed to our rooms.

I was a little drunk when I stumbled into my room and heard odd sounds from the other bed. The noises stopped abruptly. Fuck. My roommate had arrived. Quiet! Shhhh! I told myself as I dropped my clothes and slid into bed naked, as usual, and more than a little drunk.

When I get home late, I usually fall asleep as I'm falling onto the bed and tonight was no exception. I landed almost silently on top of my sheets. Except this time something woke me up very shortly after the tumble into bed.

As I unstuck one eyelid a crack, I saw motion and heard weird sounds coming from my new roommate's bed. There was the unmistakable hand movement between the legs and the moans were a little deep and growly. That's what woke me up.

"MmMmfffffffmmmmmmm."

The motions looked odd for masturbating -- I would know because I'd done plenty of that lately since I was getting no cock action. I was drunk and things were fuzzy but something definitely looked off, couldn't quite tell but the movements were bizarre. I figured that I was just drunk and not seeing exactly straight.

It was warm in the room and she was only covered by a sheet. Then, my eyeballs almost popped out of my head as her sheet slid a little, revealing exactly why her hand motions looked off. What the fuck was I looking at?

There in the bed beside me was my new roommate jerking off her cock.

Yes, I said cock.

Now, I've had some kinky experiences in my life but this was new. Unexpected.

She was pretty small but the cock was pretty big and I found my drunk-self staring at it with increasing lust. I mean, I was pretty drunk and sex-starved. But it was a girl. But it was a cock, available right there in my room. But, huh?

I was losing control and starting to get pretty wet. It seemed I had no control over my brain or my body. All this time without sex was making me insane.

Without no self-control, my arms slowly pulled the sheets away and my body quietly rolled to the side of the bed and slithered onto the floor between the two beds. I crawled stealthily across the short distance and was arms-length away from that cock that looked even bigger now. I had never seen such a beautiful, perfect cock.

There was drool forming in my mouth, wetness was running down one of my legs, and then my hand started reaching for that cock. I had gotten into this position undetected, probably because she was deep into what she was doing, plus I'm a good slinker.

My hand brushed the cock lightly and then met her hand. She bolted upright and looked straight at me. Fuck she was gorgeous.

We locked eyes but didn't speak. I turned my eyes to that cock and her eyes followed me as I neared it. I had crawled between her legs and focused on her eyes again, directly in line with that sweet looking shaft.

Our eyes shot sexy fireworks back and forth as I didn't take my eyes off hers and took the tip of that cock into my mouth.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck," she groaned and arched her back.

I felt like I was starring in my own fantasy porn movie and worked my tongue around the tip of her engorged rod. This was my area of expertise, sucking cock. My happy place.

It was a little difficult because I was unsteady but I got my tongue on the underside of her cock and began that sliding motion, slowly moving up and down but never losing contact with the massive dick. It was like I was afraid this spell would be broken if I broke contact.

After a dozen or so strokes, I had that thing halfway into my mouth and was absolutely purring with pleasure making humming sounds that were like a vibrator on her throbbing cock. It was wide and long but I was determined to deepthroat that big fucking popsicle no matter what.

"Please. Don't. Stop," she quietly spoke her first words and I hummed "Mmmmm mmmmm" to signal that no, I was definitely not stopping. I didn't ever want to stop.

The big thing was into my throat area and I still hadn't fit it all in me and I was on fire; this was some of my best cocksucking work ever. I had my head twisting back and forth a bit, my tongue pressing firmly on the underside of that fucking gorgeous cock, one hand gently cupping her balls, and my other hand busily working my clit.

It wasn't going to take much to get me off tonight, I was practically shaking with anticipation. I actually was shaking. So much pent up sexual energy.

Something in my throat relaxed like it never had before, and that was required to finally let this monster cock all the way in. I felt the head putting pressure on my mouth and throat parts as I bobbed on it, gagging a lot but loving every inch of this thing sliding inside me.

Then it stared to grow larger and I recognized that she was about to come, which was perfect timing because I had been edging myself for quite some time now and was ready for that sweet orgasm.

Her body stiffened and I heard, "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" in the loudest whisper possible. She leaned up on her arms and looked straight at me with an almost pleading look, like she was somehow afraid I'd stop. We hadn't even met and we were lovers. Our glistening eye contact was complicated and beautiful and looked for a moment like gentle, sweet love.

My clit fired off a small twitch that quickly grew in intensity to a supernova and I came, hands-free, as I leaned on my elbows to suck on this girl's cock like my life depended on it. The most satisfying orgasm of my life was expending all my energy, my arms gave out and my face collapsed on the cock, taking it completely inside my mouth -- my face buried in her flesh, almost melting us together.

Whatever motion my coming and very deep throating involved tossed her over the edge and her massive dick pulsed stream after stream of cum down my throat. She clutched the back of my head with one hand and grabbed the sheet with her other hand and the way she applied force to my head set off another mini orgasm in me.

We spoke to each other in all-consonant nonsense syllables: "Srrrrglllllllllfffffff," and "MmMMmmmmmnnNnnnnnfrrrrrrr," as we came together, feeding each other's intensity with the wet sliding of our parts -- her huge cock and my warm, wet mouth.

This was new! Back to back orgasms?! This was beyond any sex I had ever had and I was drunk on liquor and lust and satisfaction. So much time without sex! I had been so thirsty for cock and sucking hers was like water in the desert. I was not the kind of girl to go for days without sex.

I reluctantly and slowly released the cock from my mouth with a string of cum joining our bodies, my lips to her pole, soaked with sweat and drool. I easily slid up the front of her, our naked flesh a totally relaxed and soft pile of orgasmic goo.

We kissed and our tongues danced around bits of cum that were lingering on mine.

"Thank you," I whispered as I looked deeply into her beautiful eyes.

"Thank you," she exhaled.

We passed out. I later found out that she had been a more than a little drunk too.

We both woke up late the next morning, facing each other and loosely in each other's arms.

I stared at his beautiful creature for a while and eventually she slowly opened her eyes. We just laid there, staring deeply, not moving, arms still around each other. I moved in closer and tightened my arms around her and she did the same, our faces nuzzled into each other's necks.

Her satisfied cock was right there at the top of my legs and felt like it belonged there. Our tits were pressed together. A couple of our nipples were creating a very subtle pressure and stimulation where they met. It seemed like neither of us were willing to end this moment.

After about 15 minutes of this bliss, we slowly pulled our heads apart and she kissed me; the soft, gentle, erotic, little-bit-of-tongue, kiss of new lovers.

"I'm your roommate, Lorraine."

"I'm your roommate, Jasmine."

A moment of silence.

"I don't mean to pry, and don't get me wrong -- I obviously love it -- but what's with the cock? I mean you look for the world like a girl," I softly asked and added, "You're sooo pretty too."

"I was born this way. I've been successfully hiding my cock from the world my whole life. I mean, I'm totally comfortable with it but you know how skittish people can be about outliers like me. Can you imagine navigating junior high school if people knew what I was packing?"

"God. It must've been hard. Be hard. I mean it was really hard last night!" I haha-ed.

She smiled and nodded.

"I was home schooled and only went to high school for the last two years to make getting into university easier. My parents have always understood how hard it would be and are totally the best parents ever. I've escaped ridicule my whole life and have never revealed this piece of meat to anybody."

"Until now," I added.

"Until now."

We talked for a long time and got to know each other, and settled on a few ground rules for our room and life together here at school:

1. Tell no one.

Ok. One rule.

"Listen, I've gotta tell you," I spoke as I inched closer to her, "I have NEVER experienced a cock that, umm, satisfying. Ever. And I'd like to fuck again, maybe not right now -- I'm kinda sore -- but as often as you want, probably. I have a strong sex drive."

"Oh fuck," Lorraine sighed, "I have jerked off so much my whole life and now that I've had sex..."

"Wait. I'm your first?!?!"

"Yep."

Holy fuck.

I asked if she was now interested in exploring others, sexually.

"Nope," was the fast reply, "I just don't think the world is a safe place for people built like me. I'm not coming out as intersex any time soon."

Here's the executive summary of the conversation that followed: we were going to be exclusive lovers -- it's the safe and healthy choice. We were going to explore our kinks together and discover what we enjoy together with no judgement. We were going to appear as best friends to the outside world, inseparable, but with no hint as to our sexual relationship. For now.

I confessed one of my kinks in addition to loving to suck cock; I love public sex.

Lorraine clapped her hands and wiggled in excitement, "ME TOO!!!! I've never done, obviously, but I want to so badly. Some videos I've watched of people doing that look fucking a-mazing!" and we planned our first public sex adventure.

This was going to be a fun year!

After a few nights of cock sucking, and every sex position imaginable all over our room, an opportunity came up that fit our plan for that sexual adventure I mentioned. There was a small, but always crowded dance bar downtown that we were going to go to.

I never mentioned what I look like! Sorry! Forgot. I'm an skinny and short Irish long-straight-haired redhead with nonexistent tits and impossible green eyes. I love my body. I have absolutely no self-esteem or body issues. God made me this way and I am beautiful.

Lorraine is a blonde bombshell. She has medium-sized tits, is also quite thin, piercing blue eyes, and lips that feel really good stroking my pussy. She actually looks athletic which I think comes from her genes and I'm totally jealous because I am waif-like and definitely not athletic looking. But gorgeous. Seriously gorgeous.

Back to the story.

"Oh my God, I love you in that dress!" I said as I licked my lips. She had learned to tuck a long time ago and could totally pass for a girl with no cock. The whole process baffled me but if we were going out dressed in tight clothing, swimsuits, or skirts she would tuck.

Her dress was tight at the top and really showed off her tits. The bottom flared out a little and ended a few inches below her ass. And did she ever have a nice ass.

I wore a black micro miniskirt and a zippered top that was a little more clubby that I usually like to wear but it went well with the skirt. My tiny panties matched the black of the skirt.

"Uber?" Lorraine asked.

"Sure. I'll get one."

During the drive, it became clear that I would be putting on a bit of a show whenever I sat down. I felt exposed, and the air swirling in from the open window, breezing around my shaved pussy was turning me on so much I wanted to pull over, get out and fuck right then. Being exposed in public was a big fantasy for me. Go ahead and watch, cabbie.

At the club, we were practically shot through the door. A couple of hotties like us were definitely going to make the bar look good and they made sure we felt welcome fast.

We found the drinks, got some, and looked for a place to sit. The place was so crowded that we couldn't find a stool or anything to sit on so we gulped our drinks and hit the dance floor.

Guys and girls both mentally undressed us as we danced, and after another drink we pushed the envelope a little. We were dancing together in a way that wasn't quite sexual but dancing can be inherently sexual. All it takes is for one of us to put their arm on the other's shoulder and some guys and girls who see that are gonna remember that scene when they masturbate later. But we were careful not to draw too much attention.

A little sweaty from the dancing and slightly tipsy, we decided to stop down and find a place to chill for a bit. I spotted one free stool in a dark corner and raced to it.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked the girl beside it. She shook her head to indicate no and I sat on it. Lorraine went to the bar to get a couple more drinks.

When she got back I leaned into her ear and licked it as I said, "I want your cock co badly right now."

"I'll be right back," she said as she headed to the washroom but stopped part of the way there and came back to lick my ear and whisper, "with no panties on."

I ground myself into the chair and almost came just at that thought.

A minute later she returned.

"My turn," I panted.

In the washroom, I took off my panties in a stall and felt a rush of excitement. This was going to be the most daring thing I'd ever done in my life. The thought of that cock was making me crazy with lust and I flushed my flimsy panties down the toilet, then I couldn't help but slip a finger inside myself.

"Mmmffffff," I groaned, with the thought of being in this bar with no panties and such a short skirt.

Then a knock on the door, "Are you OK in there?"

"Oh yeah" I called through the door, composing myself as best I could but still with a finger in there, touching myself while speaking. That was fucking hot.

As I approached the seat, Lorraine motioned for me to sit on her lap. My eyes got really wide. I complied and the way things were arranged, we were not clearly visible to most people, and it was really crowded now. There were others doing the same thing because there were hardly any seats - so we weren't standing out in any way. The people beside us were very drunk and in an animated conversation facing away from us.

I could feel a massive erection growing under me.

I felt that cock rub against my skin and squirmed as I let out a squeaking noise I'd never made before. Nobody noticed. Good. Gotta love the loud music in bars.

Lorraine lifted the back of my skirt up and pulled the front of her dress higher. Her cock grew again. Fuck. How big could this thing get?! I was a mix of sweat and wetness right there at my entrance and her cock was sliding dangerously close.

Then it slid through my pussy lips and Lorraine moved it back and forth. I lifted myself up by putting my feet on the stool rungs and felt the tip going in as I lowered a bit.

This was really happening. I was in a club with a crowd of people, sitting on a cock attached to a beautiful girl, neither of us fully clothed.

And it went in further.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuk!" I shuddered, but the music drowned out my sounds.

Lorraine slyly cupped one of my tits, somehow managing to get her hand inside my top and her other hand was on one of my ass cheeks. I lifted myself up a bit again and I felt her hand slide from my ass and guide her cock further into me.

I immediately came in jerks and spasms and tossed my head a little as I closed my eyes and reopened them to see all those people unaware of what was happening inside me. I fantasized that a guy I glanced at knew what I was doing. Then, I looked at one of the lesbian girls across the bar and fantasized that she knew too and my vision got blurry. My orgasm lasted about a minute and I milked every bit of pleasure I could from it.

"Ffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-kkkk!"

More than likely, people assumed I was drunk and grooving to the music but I loved thinking about what would happen if we got caught. The idea of shame took me to new levels of excitement and I may have squirted a little. I could feel wetness running down my leg. Yep. That was a squirt. The slight friction of sliding around on our shared sweat was making me feel like I was high. My orgasm was way deep inside me and was altering my perception; it felt like time was standing still for me.

"I want to come inside you," Lorraine whispered in my ear in the most erotic way I have ever heard a human speak. I almost came again.

A different song started, a new one everybody went crazy for.

As the bar floor bounced with the dancing crowd, I felt Lorraine's cock match the rhythm. I joined her rhythm and if anybody looked our way, it probably seemed like we were just really into the song like everybody else.

I was bouncing on her cock to this dance beat; her throbbing stick was deep inside me -- really deep. Our muscles were tensing and releasing to the beat of the song that lasted for a few minutes and I was in heaven the whole time.

Wetness was running all the way down my leg; I could feel the slow stream tickling me and it was going inside my shoe. I squirmed from side to side. Lorraine discretely started kissing my neck and licking it lightly.

"I love fucking you," Lorraine said to my sensitive neck, the sound reverberating through my bones and into my ear. Holy fuck she knew just what to say and when.

The song increased in speed and so did our motion. I couldn't hold back any longer. I felt that now throbbing fat cock stretch my pussy, contract a bit, and start to come. As she shot a massive load of cum into me, I lost all control.

I was in a different world. I was drunk enough to feel like we were one body and our simultaneous jerking orgasms were like shooting stars going through my brain. I came and came and came and her load of cum just kept coming.

From Lorraine I heard short breaths and, "Mmmmmmmmnnnnnnnmmmmmm." She was thrusting as best she could and gripped the stool to steady herself.

The song ended and all the people applauded. In my mind it was for my orgasm and I felt a wave of pleasure move through my whole body; like I was on a stage and they were my audience.

The cum had stopped. My orgasm had finally trailed off.

Lorraine helped me up off of her as goo stranded between us. She smoothed my skirt over my ass and it totally stuck to it, glued by the sexy cocktail we'd made. I turned around to face her, a puddle of cum squishing between us. She had the widest smile and her face was sopping wet. I've never seen anything so beautiful; she was practically shining.

"Cleanup in the washroom?" she exhaled.

"Oh yeah."

Before we stood up, we sat still for a minute and enjoyed the idea that we had fucked in a crowd. This was beyond.

We stood unsteadily, pulled at our clothes and went to the washroom together, finding a large end stall that we could both fit in. I immediately got on my knees and licked her cock dry, enjoying the blend of our mess. She had earlier tossed her panties too. We were a damp couple of lovers in a bit of a situation. Her cock was so big and was going to create quite the outline shape on her dress or hang below her dress for all to see. I had a mess to clean off my legs and my left foot was squishing around in liquid inside my shoe.

We did the best we could to clean up a bit. The toilet paper took care of a lot of the sweat and cum. I put on my soaked clothing and enjoyed the slippery skirt and wet, clingy top. We were able to tuck her cock upward into the tight top part of her dress so that she might be able to exit the bar without it popping out. If I walked closely in front of her for cover, nobody would probably notice the bulge.

Nobody noticed. The people there were all pretty drunk. Outside, we both heaved a sigh of relief that we had gotten away with that.

Cabs lined the street and we poured ourselves into one.

All the way back to the campus we exchanged glances. I noticed her pull her cock out and stroke it a little. I lifted my skirt and clamped my hand over my pussy to sooth its soreness after such a workout.

The fear of being caught partially naked by the driver extended my arousal but our exposed parts were out of his view. I felt sexy and drunk after that complete sexual release.

We held hands.

On the walk down the hallway to our room, I lifted my skirt and she lifted her dress enough to be exposed and felt yet another thrill tingle through our bodies -- someone could step into the hallway and see us like this. We were wild and reckless and loving it.

Inside the room we stripped and grabbed towels, headed to the showers down the hall and cleaned up. We kissed in the shower and I stood back and admired this exotic girl. She was incredible. The perfect way to explore my lesbian side and maintain a solid sucking and fucking relationship with a cock.

Opting for a short, naked run to our room, we dragged our towels behind us and just as we got into our room we heard a door down the hallway open and close.

We really should be more careful but, apparently that's just not who we are, but we knew we'd have to be more careful in the future.

I pushed our beds together and we sprawled over each other, a tangle of legs and body parts and we drifted off to sleep. A deep, tipsy, post-sex sleep.