Paula Cash - Closet Queen

"I wanted a token of our fabulous time this morning," said Tom. "That was the best wakeup breakfast I was ever at. But the thing was too ugly to symbolize my deep love feelings for you, honey. I had to get rid of it… ”

Abby Windsor suspected she was the only girl in Delta Rho's who'd ever had her asshole reamed by a tongue. Alien, her former boyfriend in Chicago, had done just that to her one lazy summer afternoon in Chicago while her parents were off on their annual vacation in the Northern woods. He'd plunged his tongue between her buttocks and ground right down on her sphincter. In sixty seconds flat he had her so wild she wanted to scream and jump right out of her skin with joy. That sucking, massaging tongue right on her ass muscle turned her into a babbling, helpless creature. Alien had only to finger her cunt a little to make her explode into orgasm after that.

It was typical of the shocking, lustful things Alien did. It was why she couldn't give him up even though she suspected he might have criminal tendencies. It also taught her something about herself. Her rear entrance was much more sensitive than other people's. He need only touch it with his finger to make her bleat and start to sex up. Once she got over the shock of being tongue-licked in that forbidden area, she wanted to have it done again. She even wanted to feel his prick up her ass. Alien refused. He wouldn't even tongue her a second time. He was like that, wild, impulsive and unmanageable.

She quickly discovered that summer that very few people associated bunghole touching with sex. After Alien disappeared (she suspected that he was in jail though he didn't contact her) her leech remained.

She wasn't sure she'd go as far as welcoming a hard prick in her tight little anus, but she sure wanted to experience that tongue reaming again. And why not from a woman? They had tongues too and were much more animal than men, once aroused. Yet, when the opportunity came, she funked it. You had to be very close to a person to ask for something like that.

On the same night that Cheryl had her joys and problems at the Sigma fraternity, Abby, in her room, played "nipples" with Scotty Blair, the cute freshman from Colorado. Abby had learned by her second year at Brighton that you could kiss and fondle about half the girls in the sorority. Half of those would go farther and try girl sex. Most of these were merely curious, and, having had it, would indulge no more. That left a few who were truly bisexual or lesbian. Most of these, like herself, had had girl sex before coming to college.

Scotty Blair seemed to have hot eyes. They spent a delicious hour in Abby and Cheryl’s room, chatting about classes and professors and trying on some of Abby's clothes, an excellent way to see and touch another girl.

Scotty was not repulsed. Scotty was smooth as silk. A few kisses, a few hugs, a lot of chatter and laughter, eyes gleaming, cheeks blushing, and finally breasts touched and kissed, leading to quick nips and nibbles, around cheeks and throats which would lead to French kissing and the real thing. That was when an overeager Abby made her mistake. She told Scotty about Alien and his wild tongue. Instantly there was a freeze in the room. The smiles and hugs vanished. Scotty quickly finished her business of borrowing some of Abby's clothes and fled the room.

It was a disconsolate Abby that Cheryl discovered when she got back to the Delt house. Cheryl herself had spent a miserable evening, not so much worried about the lost necklace as her unshakable hang-up. She'd delayed going home as long as possible, hugging her sorrow inside. At the moment, the recovery of the Gypsy seemed less important than Cheryl's growing fear that her sex life was forever doomed. She truly liked sex with men. She was normal in that regard. Yet when orgasm time came, she had to fantasize girl sex to make it.

Since the necklace was not the main worry at the moment, Cheryl had the courage to jump Abby on that subject.

"I stole your necklace," she said. "You deserved it, since your boyfriend stole it from my father.”

Abby was in bed, naked from the waist down, but covered. Up above she wore a tight T-shirt which said "Try me". It emphasized those full, round breasts and her perky nipples.

"I know it," she said calmly. "I've been waiting for you to ask for it, or steal it back.”

Cheryl slumped on Abby's bed. "What's the deal?”

"Alien's gone. I think he's in jail. I wanted to return it, but it was so pretty that I wanted to keep it just a little while longer.”

Cheryl gave an exasperated laugh.

"Now she tells me. If you'd done the right thing, I wouldn't even be here. I'd be at Vassar where I wanted to go. My father would be out of trouble with his company.”

Abby sighed wearily. "So you've got it-go to Vassar.”

"I haven't got it." Cheryl poured out the story of Salt and Tom and her expedition to the room of the fraternity boys. When she came to the sex part, she plunged ahead recklessly. She had no face to save with Abby, whom she hated at the moment.

Abby listened with her eyes getting big. "Wow! That's some hang-up all right. No orgasm without the lesbian fantasy. That's a rich one!”

"Just call me 'stuck', Abby. I'm the great New York princess that everybody thinks is so cool, in charge of her life. Instead, I'm the lowest of the low Delts.”

Abby sat up to come into Cheryl’s arms, soft and warm. She hugged her disconsolate roommate.

"Hey, it's rough, but you're not the only one with hang-ups, Wait'll you hear mine.”

Abby, too, felt low and in a confessional mood. She whispered her secret into Cheryl's ear. In her fondness for the flesh of the warm blonde, she ended by digging her tongue into the dainty crevice of Cheryl's ear.

Cheryl shivered and it was her turn to laugh. "Why, that's no hang-up at all, Abbs! You have a great butt. Any guy would tongue ream you just to get some action. A lot of guys would probably do it in your rear, even if they didn't like it, so they could get you to let them in the front door.”

"But they'd look down on me," wailed Abby. "I couldn't stand that, Cher.”

It was the first time the girls had ever used nicknames on each other.

"They'd look down on me, too, if they knew what went on in my head at orgasm, Abbs." Cheryl hugged Abby and kneaded the sexy breast in the T-shirt. "As for your hang-up, I'd lick your butt any time. I only wish you could solve my problem so easily.”

Abby hugged back. "I can help you, Cheryl, I know I can. You can help me and we can both get over our hang-ups.”

In a sudden surge of feeling, Cheryl kissed Abby's sensual lips.

"I'll take all the help I can get. I'd like some help in getting back that necklace, too!”

"Deal!" cried Abby, against her roommate's lips. Then she opened her wet, lascivious mouth to encourage Cheryl's warm tongue inside to explore and French kiss her in rising sex need.

As Cheryl skinned up the T-shirt off the soft body of Abby, she began to thrill deep inside, sensing they were to have more girl sex. Only this time there was going to be a kinky side to it. Cheryl's words were brave-but could she really stick her tongue down in Abby's crack?

She found herself delaying it, kissing Abby's mouth and stiff nipple to heat the girl up. Soon Abby was twisting in pleasure, murmuring hot encouragement, her body moist and open to Cheryl. Cheryl's fingers found Abby's clit and she made her passive roommate thrust up her loins in glory to enjoy the kisses, the nipple play and the masturbation.

"Oh, Cheryl-you're pulling my plug-reee-leee," gasped Abby.

Abby's sweet girl oils were rich enough to stain the sheets. Cheryl wet her hand thoroughly with the musky honey and worked it sexily over the girl's erect nipples.