Proclivity, Too: Bethel's Hunger(f/f)*
by
Tayla


Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction intended for adult entertainment.


When I left the dorm mother's office, I knew the disciplinary action
against me would be dropped. My credit cards and generous allowance were
saved! What I had done with her insured this for me. Apparently what I did
for her, no other woman had ever done. I gave her the pussy she wanted. She
was fascinated as she looked at, touched and tasted it. What really
surprised me was that I came so many times. I was only going to let her
have a little sucky-poo and be on my way. But she made me feel really,
really good down there.

I told my roommate and best friend what I had done. She wasn't
surprised. She'd also seen how our dorm mother looked at us. "Girls do it
all the time, Bethel. Guys, as you well know, aren't always available," she
said.

"True. Have you done it with a girl, Kate."

"Naw, Beth. I'm a straight dick gal myself."

"Me, too--until today. But, Kate, it was fascinating having soft lips in my
pussy. Most guys, especially Mason, hate to travel to that territory with
their mouths."

"Sounds like you intend to expand your horizons," Kate said.

"Maybe, maybe. The thing is, I don't want to have to suck a woman. I simply
want one of them to eat my pussy. I don't plan to help her get her
jollies--I'm only interested in mine. But where can I find a girl who'll
live with that. And discretion, Kate, is a very important thing here."

"I know! Get yourself a scholarship girl. They have no time for social
lives because they're always studying to keep their grades up. What you'll
have to do is befriend one--you know, woo her with concert tickets, movie
passes, dinner dates. She'll be so grateful for the attention and the
entertainment, she'll do anything for you."

"That's good thinking, Kate."

"Listen at this. At the end of the date, you can say something like, 'Can
you do a little something for me. I hate to ask. But could you maybe lick
my pussy. Just a little. You're such a pretty girl and it's been so long
since anyone did this for me,'" Kate acted out.

Mason had been a total asshole lately. All that carousing and drinking with
the boys was turning me off. I chose this Saturday night to work at my
satisfying my hunger. I went to the library at 7:30 p.m., loaded with
books. I scanned the reading room, set my sights on a pretty young girl and
maneuvered myself over.

"Hi. Is this seat taken?" I asked cheerily.

"No, please sit," she said. "Could you watch my things for a moment? I have
to make a run," she said pointing to an exit.

"Sure. No problem." She was about 5'7", shapely with long brunette hair,
fair skin and the greenest eyes I'd ever seen. She would do just nicely if
she met the criteria.

"Thanks," she said as she sat. "Why would someone who looks like you not be
on a date on a Saturday night?"

"Boyfriend problems. Behind in my studies. You name it. I would think guys
would be beating down YOUR door," I said staring at her.

"I'm on scholarship--a social nerd. Can't you tell by just looking at me? I
have to keep up my grades, too. There are no second chances for me," she
mouthed, looking a little embarrassed.

"Well, I can certainly understand that. You must have made excellent grades
in high school to get a scholarship," I said, trying to put her at ease.

She beamed. "I did, in fact. I was awarded a full four year scholarship. I
am the first person in my family to go to college. My parents have a small
dairy farm in Wisconsin and would never have been able to send me here."

"Just be very proud of yourself. By the way, my name is Bethel. I'm a
senior, liberal arts."

"Bethel. That's lovely. I'm Sarah, sophomore, engineering, maybe
architecture," she said extending her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Sarah. Look, when we're done studying, lets you and I do
something tonight.  We'll grab a bite to eat and take in a late movie. My
treat. I know I've only know you a few minutes, but I like you, Sarah and
I'd like us to become friends.

"Ok. I could use a friend and it's been months since I've been to the
movies."

"Good. Then it's a date," I said, then turned to my books.

I had a nice time with her. I really did like Sarah and was actually
attracted to her sexually, but it was too soon to ask her back to my
dorm. We had lunch in the cafeteria the next day and went to a carnival
over the weekend. We talked on the phone every day. The next weekend, I
called her up to see if she wanted to go to the local art gallery as my
guest for a special student showing. We had a couple of glasses of wine at
the gallery and Sarah was slightly tipsy. Used to drinking wine, I was
merely charged up when I invited her back to the dorm. Kate was spending
the weekend with her parents, so I had the room to myself. Sarah was
giggling too much and I knew she would not make it back to her room alone.

"Sarah, you may as well spend the night here. I think you had a little too
much wine."

"I think you're right, but I feel great!"

I took off my dress and laid it across the back of my desk chair. Nothing
was left except a brief black, silk slip and black pantyhose. I rolled them
down and off as Sarah and I chatted. Then I swung my legs on the bed and
scooted toward the headboard. Tonight would definitely be the time to ask
her for a little "favor."

"Sarah, have you ever thought of doing it with a woman? Having sex? Making
love?" I questioned pulling on my pearls.

"Yes. I've done it a few times." She giggled.

This could actually be easy. "Tell me about it."

"Well, back home, a neighbor lady lost her husband in a tractor accident
three months before. My mama sent me down to her farm to check on her. I
found her looking at his picture and crying about how lonely she was. My
arms went around her in sympathy and comfort, but she started kissing
me. One thing led to another and we were naked on the parlor floor. I was
just 15 at the time, but I never imagined another person could make me feel
that good. We fucked several more times before she sold her farm and moved
down south."

"I had a women eat me only once. I needed a favor and she needed pussy. It
worked out to both our advantages." Well here it comes. "Sarah?" I decided
to modify Kate's words a little. "I have been like major horny all
evening. Would you mind, you know, sucking my pussy just a little. I would
love to cum in your mouth. I've wanted to ask all evening, but I didn't
quite know how."

"Of course, Bethel. I'd do anything for you. Don't you know that? You're my
friend," she said smiling and moving toward me on her knees. She pushed my
slip up and spread my legs, looking at my already wet slit. A shiver went
through me when her finger made rubbing contact. When she eased a finger
into my hole as she watched my reaction, I got even hotter. Sarah leaned in
closer to pull at my lips with her own. I could feel myself about to cum
just that quickly. She pulled her finger from me and rubbed my clit very
hard with the heel of her hand, bringing me over, catching my scream in her
mouth.

Without a word, she stretched out on the bed, her head at my pussy. Still
seated but slightly slumped after cumming, I held onto the headboard as
Sarah began to lick my pussy. I came as soon as her soft lips touched
me. My hips tried to push up from the bed even though she held them down,
tonguing me. As I tried to regain my composure, Sarah attacked my slit with
renewed vigor. She slid her marvelous tongue into me circling and licking
as far as it could reach. I wanted to thread my fingers through the silky
dark hair on the head that held the tongue that was making me cum
again. Sarah kept this up for a very long time until I could take no more.

I was not into eating pussy like her and told her so. But I really liked
her and did consent to screwing her. Before she slipped on the gown that I
lent her, I pushed her down on Kate's bed, got on top of her and screwed
her soft, warm pussy to orgasm with my own. This isn't so bad, I thought,
as I moved faster on her. She seem to be enjoying it. How beautiful she
looked as she came under my pussy. I couldn't help myself as I slipped her
my tongue and kissed her repeatedly as I began to fuck her again.

Sarah became part of my immediate circle of friends. We did many
things--studying, double dating with Mason and his buddy, exercise classes,
lunching, shopping and just hanging out-- as well as having sex. Whenever I
bought clothes for myself, I bought for Sarah as well. She and I were the
same size, so my parents never questioned the excesses. She'd never worn
any makeup other than lipstick, so I gave her my expertise on that fine
art.

I invited her to spend the Thanksgiving holidays with me and my family,
warning her of the opulence in our life style and to not to be intimidated
by it. My family members were all nice people. My brother was especially
nice to Sarah and even dated her a couple of times during that week. I
don't know and never asked if she'd had sex with him. My only concern was
that she be there in our adjoining bedrooms in the wee hours of the morning
when I needed to walk into her room and put my wet pussy in her face. I
swore my personal maid to secrecy when she walked into the suite without
knocking. I was just about to climb onto Sarah when the door opened.

Sarah and I were lovers throughout my senior year. She was especially sad
in the weeks preceding my graduation knowing that the norm for us was
ending. Two years remained until her own graduation. She sneaked into my
room late at night and crawled into my bed or was simply there after Mason
dropped me off. Kate had grown familiar with our sucking and humping and
told me she was never surprised when she saw the covers rising up on my
bed.

On her birthday, Kate and I took Sarah out for a fabulous champagne
dinner. Sarah was gorgeous wearing the slinky, long, royal green dress we'd
seen at the boutique. Her hair was upswept and her makeup flawless. That
lovely package would be all mine later. At the table, I presented her with
a pair of small diamond stud earrings and Kate gave her a scientific
calculator. At the end of our celebration, Kate was picked up by her
boyfriend. She would be spending the night at his apartment. Sarah and I
went back to my dorm room.

We started kissing as soon as I locked the door. Looking over her shoulder,
I noticed the big, brightly wrapped box on the night stand. Both our names
were on it. Excitedly, Sarah removed the wrapping and opened the box. I
read the card out loud. "I know you lusty women--are about to get it
on--Here's a little something--to play with while I'm gone.  Love you both,
Kate." Inside the box was a large can of whipped cream and a dual-headed
dick. I carefully unwrapped Sarah, kissing her all over. I put her in my
bed, spread her legs and inserted half of the dick in her. She was going
crazy as I looked at her and pumped it in. "Hurry, Bethel. Get undressed
and fuck me," she pleaded. I prolonged my unrobing for as long as I
could. I climbed on top of Sarah, joined myself to her with the dick and
fucked her better than I ever had before. The whipped cream was used much,
much later.

Before I left the university campus, I went upstairs to the dorm mother's
office to thank her again for helping me with my little problem. She looked
at me like she could eat me up. I locked her door and let her do just that,
for old times sake.


Mason straightened out his act during that year and graduated with me. He
presented me with a huge diamond after our graduation party. I know Sarah
was in love with me, but there was really nothing that I could do about
it. I had commitments to Mason, who loved me, too and to my family
traditions. Sarah and I wrote to each other in the beginning, but that soon
ended after my marriage.


I ran into Sarah in New York a few years later. We were both window
shopping at a small boutique. Over lunch, we caught up on our news. Sarah
was an architect here in the city. She was engaged to be married next June
to a fellow architect at her firm. I am a Junior Leaguer, wife of Mason II
and mother of 3-year old Mason III, living in Connecticut. By mutual
agreement, we arranged to spend a couple of the afternoon hours together. I
took a room at the hotel where we lunched and Sarah followed me up a
discreet 10 minutes later. We easily fell into our old ways, almost
recreating our first time together as Sarah ate me sore and I screwed her
senseless. We exchanged e-mail addresses and French-kissed against the door
before Sarah left for her office. I lounged about for another thirty
minutes thinking of Sarah--still feeling her, still hungry for her! I will
certainly not lose touch this time.


           If you do anything worthwhile today, "do it" with a woman.