Date: Fri, 20 Nov 2009 14:26:35 -0600
From: A. Writer <misterliterate@live.com>
Subject: Beth and Mary

The following story is intended for the "Lesbian -- College" section.  All
of the usual disclaimers apply.


Beth and Mary



          It had been a great freshman year at the state college for both
Beth and Mary, who had been friends for the longest time and after
graduation from high school decided to go to the same college and room
together.  As the spring term drew to a close, the two girls decided to
stay there in the dormitory as Resident Hall Supervisors, which basically
meant, to their delight, that they would get free room-and-board, get to
continue rooming together, and have almost no real responsibilities, since
there were so few students who stayed in their dorm over the summer months
who would require close supervision.  What a wonderful summer it looked to
be for the two lovely 19-year-old young women, two friends who were
considerably closer to one another than most best friends were.

          Beth, a rather petite black-haired beauty, and Mary, a tall
dark-skinned girl with brown wavy hair, had developed over the years a
closer relationship than most because, unlike most girls (at least as far
as they could tell) they enjoyed what Beth liked to call the "Sapphic
delights."  Beth had stumbled across a copy of poems written by an ancient
woman named Sapphos, who had lived on an island called "Lesbos" back in
B.C. times.  The poems dealt with love and passion, and particularly the
love of one's own gender, and as Beth read those poems as a teenager she
had felt tingles creep up her thighs and center on her crotch to the point
that, after reading several of the poems she found her panties to be
practically dripping wet with her own lust and excitement, and she kept
thinking throughout it all that she wanted to share these poems (and their
intimations) with Mary, for whom she had always had a secret love that
exceeded the bonds of typical childhood friendship.

          So of course she eventually shared Sapphos' work with her friend
one day when they were at their high school, without telling her exactly
what the nature of the poems (or her own desires) were, telling Mary to
read them and tell her what she thought of them.  A couple nights later
Mary had come over to Beth's house and the two of them went up to the
bedroom as they usually did, to listen to music, do a little homework,
sometimes dance, and always talk intimately about boys, girls, sex, and
other important matters.  Mary sat down on the bed beside her friend, with
the book in hand, and sort of breathlessly ventured in to the subject by
saying she really liked these poems, telling Beth that they "spoke" to her
in ways that really surprised and excited her.  When Beth heard this she
immediately felt that familiar tingle in her thighs, and encouraged Mary to
tell her more.  Mary talked about the material, about the love of one woman
for another, about the poems that suggested how a woman would lie with
another and then the two of them would experience joy beyond belief.  This
was something, she said, that made her feel almost giddy, almost dizzy with
unspecified feelings.  They made her think of Beth, she said quietly,
looking shyly over at her friend, who had sidled right up next to her as
they sit on the bed, their thighs touching one another, each of their
shoulders leaning against the other's.  Beth looked up at Mary's pretty
face, so close to her own, and peered into her dark eyes, seeing her lashes
and the smooth skin of her cheeks and the fullness of her lips.  Mary
looked at her and wet her lips with her tongue, silently yearning for Beth
to say something, to do something.  And she did.

          Beth had leaned up to Mary's face very slowly, the two of them
fully conscious of what was going to transpire, and their lips met, ever so
softly, not even a full kiss so much as a touch, a mere brushing of the
softness of their lips against one another's, and then Beth leaned back to
see Mary's reaction.  Mary had closed her eyes and had a small glimmer of a
smile playing on her moist lips, so Beth leaned up to her again and kissed
her once more, this time fully and with more pressure, her lips opening a
bit and drawing Mary into a full and deep kiss as Beth's tongue touched
Mary's lightly, their lips pressed together and their hands roaming to one
another's shoulders.  Both girls felt their hearts beating madly inside
their chests, each of them feeling a combination of surprise as well as
lust, and they kissed again, and then again, each kiss sending shivers
through their frames, each kiss making them both wet with desire.  That
evening the two girls realized they were more than friends, and their
kisses that evening brought them together like lovers.

          It took several more weeks following that before the girls went
further than kissing and casually touching one another.  Beth was the first
to make a more serious move, one Friday night when the girls had a
sleepover and shared the same king-sized bed.  They both had their sleep
tees and baggy sleeping shorts on, and as they lay there in the dark,
having built up a steamy sense of desire from sharing many wet warm kisses,
Beth reached under the covers and allowed her hand to rove over to Mary's
thigh, where it caressed the soft smooth skin and then gradually rose
higher until it brushed against the pubic hairs, and then again higher
still, where her fingertips touched Mary's labia and could feel the wetness
that was seeping from her.  Beth had continued caressing Mary's thigh and
pussy lips for several minutes while Mary lay there and sighed, parting her
legs further to allow her best friend to touch her more.  She knew she
wanted this, both girls knew this felt just right and wonderful, and before
long Beth's fingers were touching Mary's clitoris and rolling circles
around it lightly and rhythmically and then dipping downward into her
sopping wet pussy and bringing some of that moisture up higher and
continuing her gentle and insistent masturbation of her friend.  It wasn't
long before Mary felt the magic electricity of her orgasm beginning to
spark from the inside of her thighs, running down both legs and then back
up to her tummy and down again to her pussy, an electric charge of lust
that she felt was pouring out of her and then which simply exploded in a
hot and shivering orgasm the like of which she had never before
experienced.  Her legs and body shook and almost twisted with passion and
release, and Beth's fingers had stayed there in the hot depths of Mary's
spasming pussy for what seemed like many minutes, gently caressing her and
gradually bringing her back down to earth, a changed woman, one who finally
understood how good it felt to be loved and to have such a wonderful and
fulfilling physical release such as she had just experienced.

          Over the next couple years as they finished high school, the
girls developed their relationship further, exploring each other's bodies
whenever they had the opportunity, kissing like fools whenever they could
sneak a moment together, and making love whenever they spent the night
together.  No wonder, then, that they decided to go to the same college and
room together.  Over the course of their freshman year they had continued
their loving explorations of their sexual desires, developing even further
their desire for one another.  Now, with the summer stretching out ahead of
them and almost nothing but fun to be had, both young women were in heaven
as they contemplated the possibilities.


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