1. Rachel and Sami


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: leggielibby, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    strained and Sammie pale and forlorn. I hugged her and offered to show her to our room. I am nineteen, tall and athletic, with a regular place on the college track team. My breasts are a firm 34b, my butt tight and, I’m told, eye catching. I wear my brown hair long, often in a ponytail, and like most girls of my age I spend too much time on my appearance. Samantha, two months my junior, looked like a boy. She’s about my height, 5’7. She had her black hair in a shapeless basin cut. A baggy brown hoodie, combat trousers and walking boots completed the look. I grabbed her duffle, noting her dad's name stenciled on the side, and led her to our room. She smiled her thanks wanly and I left her to settle in. We all had a light supper that evening and retired early, the stress of the day taking its toll. Sam and I retreated to our respective corners and got ready for bed. I sleep in a short tee just in case mum or dad put a head around the door, but heading to the bathroom I could see Sam in a pair of men’s pjs. The divider was out and we called our good nights across the room. I think I heard some quiet crying but we slept the night out. Over the next couple of weeks we settled into a routine of sorts. We would fold the screen away during the day, chatting and doing our homework and then unfold each night at bedtime, each of us retiring to our own corner. It was about two weeks in, the weather was mild and spring was finally here and I was horny. I put it down to shedding the ...
    winter clothes, feeling the sun on my legs and arms, getting the blood flowing. I had waited until I could near nothing from Sam’s end of the room and then I had started to please myself. I was aching for a good hard cum. I had got used to pleasuring myself at will in a room of my own and now that I was sharing, my poor pussy was feeling neglected. I was intending to put that to rights and enjoy a bloody good, hard and wet orgasm. I slipped out of my tee shirt and started to stroke my breasts, gently lifting them away from my body, feeling my fingertips dragging on the sensitive undersides. My nipples swelled with my pleasure and that familiar warmth building below, my lips flowering, moistening. Sitting back against my headboard I continued stroking my breasts, pinching the nipples, stretching them and every sensation echoed in my pussy. Slowly I dropped my hands from my breasts and swept them down my body, slowly stroking toward my moist slit. I breathed deeply, my blood pumping in my ears and willed myself to be calm and quiet. Ever so slowly I ran my index finger along my swollen lips, feeling them part, the moisture on my fingertip, the scent of my arousal reaching my nostrils. My mind flashed an array of sexual imagery, guys from school or TV, faceless bodies glistening and entwined, even girls from my track team. I could picture their lean bodies, wet with sweat or shower water, their breasts and nipples, the dark triangles between their legs. Stroking my inner lips, I ...
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